His to Command #4: The Arrangement Page 3

  “Touch yourself. Give me a sexy show.”

  She stroked one nipple with her fingertips while she slid her other hand to her soft folds. While her nipple throbbed between her pinching fingers, she stroked her slick flesh, then glided a finger inside her hot, wet opening.

  “Are you wet?” he asked.

  “Yes, Mr. Pearce. Very wet.”

  She stroked over her clit and her insides clenched.

  “Are you touching your clit now?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She vibrated her fingers over it lightly, watching him as his big hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed.

  “It feels so good, Sir.”

  “Are you getting close?”

  She vibrated faster. Pleasure rose within her.

  “Oh, yes, Sir.”

  “Keep stroking that sweet little clit.”

  She stroked harder, feeling the pleasure build. It wouldn’t be long.

  “But I don’t want you to come.”

  Oh, damn. She arched against her hand, so close she could barely stop it.

  “But I’m so close, Sir.”

  “Stop.”

  Damn it! She stopped touching herself, need burning through her like a branding iron.

  “Come over here.”

  She walked to him.

  “Kneel in front of me and lick my cockhead.”

  She knelt in front of him and gazed at his huge cock. She leaned forward and licked the tip, tasting the salty pre-come. He was rock hard for her.

  “Hold it and suck it.”

  She wrapped her hand around the thick, throbbing shaft and drew it to her lips, then swallowed him inside. His huge mushroom-shaped head filled her mouth. She sucked, and glided down, taking half of him, then she slid back again. Sucking harder, she glided down again, then back.

  “Okay, stop.”

  Slowly, she released him. He stood up, drawing her to her feet, too. Then he turned her around.

  “Sit.”

  She sat on his chair, still warm from his body. He knelt in front of her and pressed her knees wide apart, then leaned forward. She gasped as he licked her sensitized clit. Two thick fingers glided inside her and she clenched around them.

  “You are so fucking wet.”

  He sucked on her clit and she gasped again, her head falling against the back of the chair as she arched against his mouth. His tongue teased her mercilessly, then he sucked again. Pleasure shot through her, then waves of ecstasy erupted within her. Pulsing. Washing through every cell.

  She moaned as he continued to suck and lick, his fingers thrusting in and out.

  “Oh, Mr. Pearce. I’m—” She gasped again as he sucked hard. “I’m coming.”

  She wailed her release, her fingers coiled tightly in his dark wavy hair.

  “Sir, please fuck me now.”

  He kissed her clit, then leaned forward and licked her nipple, then gave it a quick suck.

  “I was going to just ease into things tonight. No actual fucking.” He smiled. “But you have been such a good little sub.”

  He took her hands and drew her to her feet, then guided her behind the chair and pressed her forward against the back of it. Standing behind her, he stroked her long hair from her neck and nuzzled, sending tingles through her. His big body leaned against her, his hard cock throbbing against her back. She longed for that big cock to be inside her as he swept her hair from her back and tossed it over her shoulder, then nuzzled her neck again.

  He wrapped his hand around his cock and guided her until she was bent over the chair back, his mouth still playing over her neck. His cock glided between her legs, stroking her slick folds. Her vagina clenched as she anticipated the invasion of his pulsing, rock-hard member. His lips slipped from her neck as his shaft stroked over her folds again. Oh, God, she was desperate for him inside her.

  “What the hell?” he exclaimed.

  To her utter disappointment, his cock fell away and his hot body shifted. His finger stroked down her back.

  “Kate, these scars…”

  She tensed as he drew her to her feet and turned her to face him.

  Matt had been just about to drive into Kate’s sweet wetness when he’d seen a series of angry red scars on her back. Now she stared at him with wide, vulnerable eyes.

  “Were these from that night? That guy?”

  She nodded.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I had no idea…”

  She’d told him the guy had whipped her, and he’d heard her screaming in her dreams, but he’d still had no idea how bad it had been. To leave scars like that…Fuck.

  He tugged her into his arms and held her close, stroking her hair. “I wish I had been there to protect you.”

  “It’s okay. I’m okay,” she said.

  “No, it’s not okay.” Fuck, he wanted to kill the guy who’d done this to her. He wanted to keep her in his arms forever and protect her from the world.

  “I’ve been such an idiot. Punishing you after what you went through. Kate, fuck, I was such an insensitive ass to bring out the riding crop tonight.”

  “No, Matt.” She stroked his cheek, gazing at him with wide eyes. “You spanked me that first time because I asked you to, then later because you knew how much I liked it. And tonight, you could tell I was nervous and you asked me about it. Then you put it away.” She kissed him softly. “I know I can trust you.”

  He captured her lips again, possessing her mouth with passion. “Of course you can trust me. I love you.”

  He swept her into his arms and carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom. He placed her on the big bed and prowled over her.

  She smiled up at him. “Oh, please, Mr. Pearce.” Her delicate fingers wrapped around his aching cock. It twitched in her hand, pulsing with need. “I want you to fuck me.”

  She pressed his cockhead to her wet folds, and he glided inside her, unable to stop himself. Fuck, she was so hot and wet around him. He groaned as she tightened around him in an intimate hug.

  “Oh, God, Kate, I want you so much.”

  He drove deep and she moaned.

  Kate almost fainted at the intense pleasure of his huge cock filling her to the hilt. “Oh, yes, Sir. Please fuck me hard.”

  She was still elated at his proclamation of love.

  He drew back and drove deep again. His lips nuzzled her neck as he drew back. Then he glided forward. She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening wider for him. This time his cock filled her even deeper.

  Pleasure rocked through her and she moaned. Soaring higher as he thrust again and again. His body pounded against her, filling her with his hot marble shaft over and over. She groaned as sweet bliss spilled through her, then erupted into a cataclysmic orgasm.

  She hugged him tight to her. “Oh, Matt. Oh, yes.” Then she wailed so loudly, she feared she’d wake the neighborhood. He ground against her and grunted, spilling inside her in a wash of heat.

  Then her consciousness shattered and she rode the wave of ecstasy.

  Finally, she fell against the pillows, gasping for air.

  He nuzzled her neck and she smiled up at him.

  “So, you love me,” she said coyly.

  As soon as she said it, she regretted it. The light in his eyes flickered and went out, then he drew back. His cock slipped from inside her and she felt empty. Physically and emotionally.

  “Kate, I’m sorry, I should never have said that. I meant it when I said I would never hurt you, but…” He shook his head and drew away from her.

  Her heart pounded, but she drew in a deep breath. “Okay, I get it. I’m pretty tired.” She pushed herself from the bed and walked toward the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  She waited for him to protest, but he didn’t. She would love nothing better than to curl up against him and sleep in his arms, but instead, she walked down the hallway to the guest room. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes, stripped off the ankle and wrist cuffs, and glanced around. She had no ni
ghtgown or pajamas, so she climbed into bed naked.

  Matt threw his arm over his head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling, glowing in the soft illumination of the moon. He wished things had gone differently two years ago. That he and Kate hadn’t slipped apart.

  That Ileana hadn’t ruined everything. That party showed there was a wedge between him and Kate that he hadn’t really known existed. The pain he’d suffered because of Kate walking out on him had been intense, ripping his heart to shreds. All because of Ileana.

  And then, after Kate had gone and Matt was suffering from a broken heart…He would love to blame Ileana for what happened, and she had certainly played her part, but he had to take responsibility for his own actions. He was the one who had ultimately betrayed Kate.

  He rolled over again. All he could do now was to try and help Kate find her future happiness. The question was, would she even stay for the rest of the week?

  Kate walked into the huge tile and glass shower in the guest room’s en suite bathroom and turned on the water, then leaned into the warm spray. Matt had texted her a few moments ago, telling her he’d left some clothes outside her bedroom door and asking when she’d like breakfast.

  In the shower, she pressed the shampoo dispenser on the wall and lathered up her hair. He was being sensitive, giving her a little more time before she had to face him, knowing it would be awkward after him saying he loved her, then taking it back.

  She thought about the clothes Matt had left for her. At the door, she had found a bag with a thick, fluffy robe, and a pair of jeans with a cozy sweater. The latter was not exactly what she imagined he’d like her to wear during their week of sex, especially hot Dom-sub sex.

  She rinsed the lather from her hair, then reached for the other dispenser and pumped body gel onto her palm. It smelled like magnolia blossoms. She stroked the gel vigorously over her body. Normally, she’d delight in the rich lather and the exotic scent, but right now she was too distracted.

  Did Matt want her to leave? He might find it uncomfortable being around her now. Or was he just making it easier on her if she wanted to go?

  She glided her hands over her breasts, swirling over the nipples. Their next encounter was bound to be awkward, but she really didn’t want to give up a week with Matt. Her nipples puckered as she thought of Matt’s big, muscular body. She wished he was here right now, scrubbing her clean, stroking over her naked body. She glided her hand down her belly and between her legs. The slickness there was not just soap.

  Thoughts of his big cock, gliding into her, filling her more than her fingers ever could, sent her hormones into overdrive. Within seconds she was leaning against the tiled wall, shuddering her release, while the shower water still poured over her.

  As Kate walked into the kitchen, Matt looked her up and down and she knew he was assessing the fact that she wore the robe he’d left for her rather than the sweater and jeans.

  “Good morning,” she said.

  “Good morning. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll pour you a coffee. Breakfast is almost ready.”

  He stood up to get the coffee, then returned to the table with the pot and filled her cup.

  “About last night…,” Kate said as he sat down at the table. She knew Matt and she could tell he was going to try to push her away. She decided to address the issue head-on.

  Matt raised his eyebrows.

  “When you said you loved me, it threw us both off a little,” she continued. “But that doesn’t mean we have to end this week together.”

  His gaze shot to hers.

  “You were going to ask me to leave, right?” Her lips compressed. “The jeans and sweater you gave me to wear are far from sexy attire for a submissive.”

  “I thought you’d want to leave.”

  “Matt, you told me before we came here that you weren’t interested in rekindling the romance between us. I knew that coming here. I realize that last night we both got caught up in being together again. We remembered how we felt in the past.” She stared into his dark blue eyes. “But I realize that’s all it was.”

  At least for him.

  She stood up, and stepped toward him. “I don’t want to leave.” She stroked his hair, loving the feel of the waves under her fingertips. “I want to make this week work.”

  He grasped her hand and held it. “Kate, if you’re hoping I’ll fall in love with you…if you think you’re in love with me…”

  She shook her head. “I know that’s in the past. We won’t talk of love again, except to say”—she smiled and drew her hand from his, then leaned close and pressed her face near his ear, his dark hair caressing her cheek—“I love being with you.”

  She untied her robe and let it fall open, then pushed the table back and stood in front of him. His gaze dropped to the narrow opening over her chest, locking on the visible swell of her breasts. She took his hand and guided it under the fabric, then pressed it to her naked breast.

  Settling on his thighs, facing him, she stroked over the bulge in his jeans. “And I love having sex with you.”

  Matt seemed thoroughly mesmerized by her words and actions. She tugged down the zipper of his jeans, then wrapped her fingers around his twitching cock.

  “And I really love having your big cock inside me.” Her lips danced along his angular jawline.

  When she started to glide downward, he curled his fingers behind her head and cupped it, then drew her forward. His mouth matched with hers and he thrust his tongue into her depths. She opened, allowing him to possess her mouth. He stroked, caressing every surface. His tongue tangled with hers and they undulated together in a passionate rhythm. When he released her mouth, she gasped for air.

  “Now, kneel down,” he demanded, slipping her hand from his cock.

  She smiled and crouched down, gazing at his enormous cockhead peering out of his jeans, Matt’s hand firmly around it. He brushed the head against her lips and she opened. His cockhead glided into her. She wrapped her lips around him as the corona filled her mouth. She sucked on him, loving the feel of him filling her.

  Slowly, he moved forward, pushing his cock inside her. She sucked and squeezed as he glided deeper. He filled her mouth and her throat.

  He groaned. “God, you feel so good around me.”

  She sighed at the delight of giving him pleasure.

  He reached down to her face and stroked her cheek.

  He thrust into her mouth, as if making love to her. In and out. Pleasure washed through her, then he groaned and jerked deep. Hot liquid flooded her. More and more. Filling her with heat, and lust for more.

  When he finally pulled his cock from her mouth, she cried out, “Oh, God, Sir, please fuck me.” Her insides churned in need. She had to have him now.

  He drew her to her feet and backed her against the well. She clung to his shoulders as he pressed his big cockhead to her dripping wet opening.

  His lips trailed along her jawline, sending heat simmering though her. “I’m going to fuck you now. Fill you so deep…” He nipped her neck. “Possess you so fully, that you will have no doubt I am your Master.”

  “Oh, yes, Sir,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”

  His cock drove into her, filling her deeply. His cock was long and thick. He stretched her beyond belief. Pleasure rippled through her, filling her entire being.

  She wrapped her arms around him. “Make me come, Mr. Pearce.”

  He drove into her. Again and again. Mercilessly.

  Filling her with such intense pleasure she thought she’d explode.

  “Oh, yes.”

  The nerve-tingling sensations of his big cock filling her, his hard body ramming her against the wall, his lips pressing against her temple, all combined to drive her to a level of bliss beyond the mere physical world.

  She gasped as his cock drove deeper still, then she wailed, clinging to his shoulders. Every nerve ending burst with pleasure and she surrendered to their shared ecstasy.

  The doorbell rang and Kate put down the n
ewspaper and glanced toward the door. Should she get it? Matt had told her there was no staff on duty this week and he had apologetically gone to the office for an hour or so, despite it being Saturday, because his assistant had called with some kind of emergency that couldn’t wait until after Matt’s week off.

  The doorbell rang again. She decided she might as well answer it. She went and opened the door. Her heart stammered when she found herself face-to-face with Ileana.

  “What are you doing here?” Kate demanded.

  Ileana pushed past her and waltzed into the house. “I think the better question is, what are you doing here?”

  Kate’s eyes narrowed as she followed the woman into the kitchen. Ileana opened the fridge and helped herself to one of the blue glass bottles of imported water Matt kept chilling in the door, then grabbed a glass from the cupboard without skipping a beat. Clearly the woman knew her way around the house.

  “I know that everything you told me about what happened at the party was a lie,” Kate said.

  “Matt had nothing to do with that man.”

  Ileana smiled at Kate as if she were genuinely amused. “Well, aren’t you the little genius? Too bad you figured it out eons too late.”

  Ileana strode into the living room as if she owned the place. Kate followed her, feeling a little like a pet dog trotting after its master.

  “So, have you seen his dungeon yet?” Ileana asked casually. “It’s much more elaborate than mine.”

  Kate remembered the harsh feel of Ileana’s dungeon, with chains hanging from a cold brick wall and a selection of whips and floggers displayed on a wooden table.

  She wanted this woman to leave. Just having this treacherous person here sent shivers down her spine.

  Ileana switched the radio station from the soft music Kate had on to a hard rock station. “It’s in the basement and well soundproofed.” She glanced at Kate with a wicked smile. “No one would hear you scream.”

  Ignoring the queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, Kate planted her hands on her hips. “I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work. You drove Matt and me apart before, and I won’t let you do it again.”