Like it Hot?

Like it Hot?

Check out Chapter 2 from Principles of Lust ~ LUSH anthology

Zach desperately wanted to have one of the cold beers waiting patiently in his fridge when he got out of the shower, but he knew it would be a mistake. He was already on edge after being tempted by Teal’s unspoken invitation, and alcohol would only weaken his control.

Instead, he toweled off and padded through his bedroom to the walk-in closet. He pulled on his favorite black leather pants, the ones that were worn and comfortable, already broken in. The ones that always put him in the right mind-set for a scene.

Bare-chested and bare-foot he went to the living room where he turned on the sound system that was wired throughout the house. The dulcet tones of the saxophone filled the room and he settled into the comfortable lounge chair near the patio. Closing his eyes on the view of the Saskatchewan River as the sun set behind the skyline, he concentrated on his plan for the night.

Deep breaths in through the nose…out through the mouth. An image of the sexy and enticing Teal Jamison emerged behind his eyes and he ground his teeth together. No matter how seductive she was; she was too aggressive for him.

She had a palpable sexual aura that made him want to strip her down and tie her up so he could explore her to his heart’s content. But as he’d worked in the gallery, he’d seen her assertive nature come more to the fore each day. While she was still immensely attractive, he knew they wouldn’t fit.

To his way of thinking, aggressive women rarely had it in them to completely let go. To let him pamper, spoil, or play with them. They always wanted to fight for control of the relationship, in the bedroom and out of it. And while he enjoyed power exchanges, power struggles weren’t his thing.

He breathed deeply again, focusing on the beating of his heart, slowing it to a heavy throb that settled in his groin as his body recognized the ritual. In his mind he saw the room in his basement, a slim soft female blindfolded and strapped to the lovingly crafted X-cross. He saw himself step closer, brace his hands on the cross and lean in, dipping his head. The view switched and he saw the eagerly parted lips just beneath his, the same plump, luscious lips that had taunted him only hours ago at the gallery.
Zach’s eyes jerked open and he cursed.

His heart was pounding, his cock was aching, and a small trickle of sweat ran from his temple. He shook his hands out, rolled his shoulders and resettled himself deeper into his chair.

Forget about Teal, he chastised himself. She’s not for you.

A short time later the heavy chime of doorbell sounded and Zach opened his eyes, ready to begin. With smooth movements he got up and strode to the front door. He pulled it open and frowned at his curvaceous blond visitor.

“Hello, Jenna. I’ve been waiting for you, and you know how I feel about being kept waiting.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” Jenna cast her pretty blue eyes down and clasped her hands together in front of her, waiting. “How can I make it up to you?”

A familiar hum of pleasure rolled over Zach as Jenna stepped into the room. He closed the door and turned to see her standing still and straight. Her body tense and eyes glowing with an eagerness that tightened his groin.

“Let’s go downstairs, shall we?” Zack held out his hand, gesturing for her to go first. She’d been to his home before so Jenna knew which door led to the basement, his playroom.

She sashayed down the steps, her movements slow and deliberate, knowing that he enjoyed watching her move. Jenna was a dancer at one of the many downtown nightclubs. Both beautiful and intelligent, she teased and taunted men for money and used that money to pay her way through veterinary school. She didn’t come to him for romance; she came to him because he gave her what she needed–relief from always being in control.

And they both enjoyed the way he did it.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and waited for him. He pointed to the sturdy wooden bench with the padded leather top that stood in the far corner and she quickly made her way there. “Prepare yourself, Jenna,” he said over his shoulder as he reached into the cabinet next to the bottom of the stairs.

After he’d retrieved the toy he wanted and inserted the batteries into it, he made his way over to her. She was naked by the time he reached her, having made quick work of her clothes.

“How do you want me, Master?”

“On your stomach.”

She stretched out on the padded bench, and he began to work. The sultry jazz music filled the silence as he ran his hands gently over her body from stem to stern. She expected a spanking for being late. It was a reasonable punishment that they could both find pleasure in as well, but one of the best ways to assert the top position, or power position, was to do the unexpected. So when she was trembling with anticipation, he bent her left leg at the knee and had her grip it in her left hand.
Then he bound it there with soft hemp rope.

He repeated the same thing with her right side and stepped back to admire the view. “What do you think, Jenna?” he asked.

Jenna turned her head and looked in the strategically placed mirror. Her cheeks flushed and she licked her lips. “Lovely, Master.”

He had to agree. The picture of her curvaceous form, naked and restrained, was very appealing. But the look on her face, the flush in her cheeks and the slight glaze to her eyes…that was what made the image truly lovely.

Zach reached for the vibrator he’d set on the nearby table and went to stand at the foot of the bench. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, Jenna.”

From where he stood, he could see her pretty pink pussy, spread wide and wet. He tested her with his finger, closing his eyes and losing himself in the feel of her silky warmth. His mind started to drift with the music and his body responded. Hot blood flowed south and his cock stiffened as he continued to tease her.

He inserted another finger and searched for the hard button of nerves with his thumb. Her cunt tightened around his fingers and she panted, her whimpers echoing through the room, blending with the music.

“Please, Master, let me come. Please.” The husky voice went straight to his groin.

“Not yet,” he murmured.

Zach pressed his hips against the bench, reveling in the slight pressure. He let go of the toy in his other hand, concentrating instead on the skin-to-skin sensation. With his eyes still closed, he reached out with his empty hand. He cupped her full bottom, squeezing it and running a finger teasingly down the crack there while he pumped into her faster with his other hand.

It wasn’t enough. He removed his fingers and used his hands to press her thighs further apart. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth and tasted her. Tart juices coated his tongue and he proceeded to lick, suck and eat at her until she was rocking wildly against him and crying out with pleasure.

When her cries subsided and her body shuddered gently under his hands, he pulled back and opened his eyes. He hadn’t planned to eat her to orgasm. Hell, he hadn’t planned to eat her at all. She’d been late and the plan had been to tease her, keep her on the edge of orgasm without pushing her over until he was sure she couldn’t take any more. But the scent of an excited woman had gotten to him. He’d closed his eyes, breathed it in, and couldn’t help himself.

With a glance at Jenna’s shining satisfied face in the mirror, he suddenly knew why. When he’d closed his eyes, the image in his mind had been of Teal bound and naked on that padded bench.

Zach looked down at Jenna. With a suppressed sigh he reached out and undid the hemp knots and released her. He was still hard and throbbing behind the zipper of his pants, but he had no urge to take her.

He knew it then. He was really in trouble.

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