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  “That’s right. Just like that.” He moved between her legs and leaned over to press a kiss on the curve of her belly. Grinning, he returned to his stroking and kneading, smoothing the oil into her skin and pushing her arousal slowly back up again. When he set the bottle of oil aside for the final time, Pearl couldn’t wait to discover what Justin intended to do next.

  “Shoulders still okay?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Surprisingly, but the length of torture is clicking higher. You’ll suffer for a long time.”

  He chuckled at her warning. “Then it’s time to move on.”

  “Oh goodie,” she said, her heart jitterbugging as she wondered just what they’d move on to next. With Andrew it would have been a condom, a perfunctory kiss or two, a couple of hard thrusts and he’d be off home. With Justin she had no idea and that excited her.

  “Yeah, it’s gonna be fun for both of us.” He kissed her stomach, rimmed her belly button with his tongue then trailed his kisses lower until his chin rested on her mound.

  Just a little bit farther, Justin. Please. A bit lower.

  “Part your legs more. Yeah, like that.” His voice came out low and smoky, so sexy it sent shimmers of pure lust snaking down her spine.

  He raised her butt, sliding his hands beneath and lifting her for his pleasure. A kiss landed on her inner thigh and she tingled, acutely aware of the way her body was desperate for him. Instead of hurrying this seduction along, he continued to kiss and pet her, gradually moving closer to where she craved his touch. Once again her eyes drifted shut to better concentrate on the sensations. A quiver racked her as she felt his mouth brush her folds. Close, but not quite there.

  “Justin.”

  He merely laughed at the complaint in her voice, the puffs of warm air against her swollen flesh making her squirm. Oh boy. The extra sensitivity she’d achieved with the waxing was worth all the discomfort. Before she could add her demands, he finally touched her, trailing a finger the length of her slit.

  “Yes, more of that,” Pearl said faintly, her breathing ragged while she reached for pleasure, the prickling of orgasm just shimmering beyond her reach.

  Justin used his mouth the next time and she thought she might die…of mortification. She shattered, exploding into a climax so intense it was like an out-of-body experience. When she finally came back to herself, her pulse rate galloped and she couldn’t look at Justin without wanting to blush…that’s if she could color a deeper shade than she had already.

  “I’m so sorry,” she said.

  “Why?”

  “Because I came and you didn’t.”

  “Pearl, look at me.” His tone was so insistent she obeyed instantly. “I don’t know what sort of bullshit your previous lovers have dished out, but that will be the first of many climaxes. Tonight is all about pleasure. For both of us.”

  “I…Andrew only liked us to come together.” The first? She gulped, her pussy spasming at the thought.

  Justin snorted. “What did you do? Fake it?”

  “How did you guess?”

  “Because it’s rare for a man and woman to orgasm together. It’s a myth about simultaneous orgasm being the only way to go. There’s a hell of a lot of pleasure between A and B, baby.”

  Really? And he wanted to show her. Hope and wonder bloomed inside. “Show me,” she whispered, thinking good sex would be a delightful treat, something to savor later.

  “Oh, I intend to, but right now I’m going to taste you and see if I can push you a bit harder.”

  Another climax. More pleasure. God, was it possible? Already tonight he’d gifted her with more insights, more truth than she’d ever known. Was it possible those characters in her romance novels were fact-based?

  “Um, okay.” It sounded like a win-win situation to her. Her entire body trembled while she waited for his next move. What had he said? He intended to taste her. No sooner had she formed the thought than he settled in, dragged his tongue across her clit. A delicious tickle of heat engulfed her. She fought a whimper, unraveling with his talented touch. Then he moved, lifting his head and shifting away. She almost cried, a soft sound escaping before she could stop it.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  “Patience.” He stood and grabbed the pearl necklace from where he’d put it on the bedside dresser. His eyes blazed bright and full of purpose. He smoothed a strand of blonde hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear. “No way do I intend to stop.”

  Something in his tone told her he meant to keep his word. In the past—heck yesterday—she would have walked away, never considered letting him near her naked body, never considered letting him see the extent of her nerves, never considered relinquishing control.

  Now she felt as if she unraveled with his every touch.

  “By the end of tonight you’ll like pearls,” he purred in her ear.

  With a devilish smile curving his lips, he trailed the necklace down her body, through her cleavage, over her rib cage and skimmed one hip. He moved slower when he approached her mound, sinking to the bed between her legs. The dark stubble on his jaw brushed against her inner thigh, creating exquisite friction. A sigh emerged from deep in her throat and a liquid roll of desire pulled at her when Justin pushed and tugged the pearls down her slit. The necklace was cool, a contrast to her heated juices and flesh.

  “God, you look so sexy, like a wanton angel.”

  “Is that good?”

  “Very good.” His tongue followed the path of the necklace, pushing the pink-tinged beads against her sensitive flesh, brushing her clit alternatively soft and hard.

  Sensation built rapidly in Pearl. Her cuffed hands reached to grasp the bars of his headboard while she pushed upward with her feet, seeking more of his exquisite touch. A flicker of his tongue sent her soaring toward climax. She cried out, hips jerking frantically against his face, reaching for unprecedented pleasure.

  Justin thought he’d died and gone to heaven. All that smooth, sexy flesh. The spicy taste of her and the innocent enjoyment that told him her past lovers had been real pricks, concerned only with their own pleasure. That he could show her how it might be between a man and a woman brought its own special magic. His balls ached so badly he thought he might burst. If she’d been able to touch, this loving would have ended in the blink of an eye. He pumped a single finger into her sweet cunt and worked her clit with his tongue, glorying in the whimpers coming from her throat. His tongue flicked across her nub before he manipulated the pearls to increase her pleasure. Hooking his finger he sought her G-spot, smiling with satisfaction when she groaned, her body tensing and slicking with a rush of juices. Just for him.

  “You’re so wet for me.” All he could think of was his dick and the hot, wet slide of her clasping cunt, of watching his cock push into her slick flesh and come back out again glistening with her honey. She shattered, sexy little whimpers and the rhythmic grasp of her vagina gripping his finger. “Feel good?”

  Her eyes flickered open, her skin flushed and dewy. He’d never seen anything more sexy in all his life. Pearl didn’t realize, but now that he’d caught her in his net, she wouldn’t escape. She was his, and he protected and cherished what belonged to him.

  Justin leaned over to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. Their eyes met while he ripped open the packet and rolled it onto his aching dick. He swallowed, recognizing that he wouldn’t last long. Leaning over her, he licked her mouth and lingered for a taste, sliding his tongue against hers and nibbling at her sinful lips.

  Every breath he took was filled with the heady scent of ylang ylang and sex. The tension ramped up inside him as he listened to the soft needy sounds she made, an erotic assault on his senses.

  Had to get inside her. Now.

  Giving in to his urgent need, he moved over her, lined up his cock and pushed inside. The air hissed from his lungs. Heat. God, the heat. Flesh, hot and slick, enveloped him. Nothing had prepared him for the feelings,
the emotions that coursed through his mind and body.

  Nothing.

  Heaven. He’d arrived in heaven.

  With hot stabs of his tongue he fucked her mouth, invading and retreating while his shaft rested, planted deep in her hot cunt. She pulsed around his hard length, bringing a thick slice of pleasure, the need to move and plunge deep. Even as he thought this, his hips moved. An easy glide into supreme pleasure. Surging into her warmth. Withdrawing slow. The slap of flesh and soft groans of a mutually happy fuck filled his head.

  Pleasure like nothing he’d ever experienced pushed at him, ripping him apart and building him back up. Justin progressed to hard, digging strokes, unable to do anything less. The time for skill and seduction had passed. Action. He was all about action and getting his rocks off.

  Pearl bucked and undulated against him, groaning but not backing away from his roughness, the hard slap of his strokes. He drove into her, hungry. Desperate.

  Then he was there.

  The electric feel of orgasm tingled in his balls, darted upward and tore through his cock. He shot hard, groaning with the force of the pleasure as semen blasted from him. Each of his breaths roared like bellows, and when he felt her tight cunt clamp down hungrily on him, his cock jumped again. Eyes closed, he rested his weight on her for an instant, forehead pressed to hers as his breathing returned to something resembling normal.

  “Justin, you’re squashing me.”

  “Sorry.” Warm and replete, it was an effort to lever himself away. He separated their bodies and dealt with the condom. He grabbed a key from his bedside drawer and unlocked the cuffs, massaging her shoulders to help ease any aches. Pearl’s arms wrapped around him, hugging him tight and suddenly he was hard again. He rolled so she sprawled over his body like a blanket. “Damn. Babe, those pearls are stuck under my arse. Can you move them for me?”

  A blaze of lust darkened her eyes but her smile was gentle. Tentative. She glanced away and tugged the pearls from under him. “My turn to play with the pearls.”

  “Babe, anything you like.” Didn’t she understand, hadn’t she guessed he was putty in her delicate hands?

  Shivers crept through him when she trailed the necklace across his chest. The pearls felt cool in direct contrast to his skin. If he closed his eyes, he could picture them sliding down her cleft, coated with her juices and gleaming in the light. God, he’d never look at a pearl again without getting hot. And as for Pearl…his. All his.

  His body bucked at the touch of her mouth on one flat nipple. Her tongue worried at it until both nipples and his shaft stood erect.

  “Perfect.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she trailed the pearls over his straining cock. “Do you feel like begging tonight, Justin?”

  “Do you think you can make me?” he countered, loving the teasing, playful side of her. He’d hoped she’d be like this, full of fun and game for anything. The perfect woman to stand at his side and help him with his empire.

  “Cast your bets.”

  “I’ll wager you a dinner. Tomorrow night.”

  “And if I lose? Not that I think it’s likely.” Her sexy lips twitched in the beginnings of a grin, and she wound the pearls around his dick, using the beads to tease the sensitive underside.

  “If you lose, I get to take you to breakfast and spend the rest of the day and night in your bed.” Challenge flared in his face. He could feel the brutal intensity of it. This was one bet he refused to lose. She could inflict him with torture and he wouldn’t break. Too much at stake for him to lose.

  A frown creased her forehead. “You want to spend tomorrow with me?”

  “I do.” To his disappointment she unwound the pearls and set them on the bedside cabinet. Knowing Pearl, she’d intended to spend the next day going over her options and starting a new plan to trap one of those namby-pamby lawyers or the equivalent. Too bad her view of the future didn’t jibe with his.

  Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I guess I can do that, but it will be a moot point because I’m not going to lose this bet.”

  The jiggle of her full breasts drew his attention. Beautiful and so sexy and luscious. He opened his mouth and drew her nipple in, sucking hard in the manner he’d learned she liked.

  “Ooh, that’s cheating.” But she didn’t pull away, instead cradling his head and holding him to her breast. She wriggled lower, squirming away until his cock brushed her curvy ass. He growled and her nipple popped free of his mouth. The deep pink tip glistened, wet from his saliva. “I can see I’ll have to play dirty.”

  Justin placed his hands beneath his head and smirked up at her. “Give it your best shot.” After all, he could come anytime he liked. It was begging that was a bet-losing issue.

  The confidence oozing from him made Pearl frown. Although it would be nice spending a day with Justin, she needed to move on with her life and make new plans. She needed to find a man like…like Justin.

  The notion deepened her frown. Holy heck! Unsettled by the idea, she shoved it from her mind. Tonight was all about hot sex and pleasure.

  She leaned back, brushing her backside more firmly against his cock. The tip felt wet and slid between her cheeks with ease, grazing close to her puckered rosette in the process. A ribbon of dark and forbidden pleasure jolted her, bringing a deep-seated ache. Kinky territory. If she said she hadn’t thought about it, she’d be dishonest. The idea of experiencing kinky with Justin didn’t seem so out there in the realms of possibility.

  Her hand tightened until a burning sensation made her realize her nails were digging into her palm. Ah, yes. Torture. That’s what she was meant to be doing.

  She glanced up and saw Justin watching her carefully, his face tight and full of compassion. The expression blanked so quickly she couldn’t confirm concern, or maybe pity was what she’d seen.

  Pearl moved down his body until she straddled his upper thighs. Smiling, she saw his cock was fully erect, the head an angry and swollen red while the slit wept freely. It wouldn’t take much to have him eating out of her hands, begging to come. Her tongue slipped out to moisten her bottom lip. A soft sound, almost a groan came from deep in his throat.

  “Is that begging?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  “Hmm, I’ll have to try harder.” She’d never had so much fun. Sex had always been hard work before. She lowered her head and blew a stream of warm air over his cock. Starting at the base, she aimed the air up his length with a final puff directly on his slit. His cock jerked, the only movement she could see. Grinning, Pearl repeated the move, this time scraping his balls with her fingernails. They drew up tighter as she rolled them gently beneath her fingers.

  “Making me come isn’t the same as begging, Pearl.” His deep voice sounded calm, in direct contrast to his straining cock.

  Dammit, he was right about that. It was too late to change the terms. So…so she’d torture him, the same way he’d tortured her. She dipped her head and took his cock inside her mouth. He groaned again, and when she glanced up, she caught the tightening of his mouth, but the wretched man didn’t utter a word. His hips jerked when she caught a particularly tender spot, thrusting his length deeper down her throat. Unprepared, she made a choking sound and he immediately pulled back.

  “Sorry. You okay?”

  Very okay. She lifted her head, letting his cock free with a soft plop. “Yes. Can I keep going?”

  They stared at each other for a long moment before a smirk broke out over Pearl’s face. Shell-shocked. The man looked rattled but he hadn’t begged. Not yet.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” she murmured, feeling pleased with herself. His cock felt silky smooth to the touch but strength emanated from him. She gripped his shaft with one hand, curling her fingers around him before settling down to work. She nuzzled his balls and traced the seam between them with her tongue.

  “Pearl.” When he groaned, she decided to explore further to see how far she could push him. Using the fingers of her free hand she massaged the perineum, pr
essing firmly and alternating with feather-soft strokes over his balls. She’d never explored in quite so much detail before and the investigation delighted her. She loved his musky scent, the open responses—even if they weren’t words of begging to help seal her win.

  With her tongue, she started exploring, letting his reactions guide her. A lick over a testicle brought a gasp. She nibbled with her lips, explored with her fingers, drifting her fingers down his perineum again and lightly circled his rosette. His startled curse brought a smile so she repeated the move.

  “Hell, Pearl.”

  “You begging?”

  “Not even close,” he said, but she noticed the blush of arousal on his face and the intent glitter in his eyes. Deciding to take pity on him and because she’d belatedly found out that torture was two-edged and her pussy ached something dreadful, she applied her attention to his cock, taking him into her mouth again. She sucked greedily, making lots of noise and humming under her breath, moistening him with saliva. His hips jerked but he didn’t thrust again. Instead, he threaded his hands through her hair and whispered her name, his husky voice full of longing.

  Pearl released his cock from her mouth with a loud pop. “Condom?”

  “On the bedside dresser.”

  She reached over, ripped it open and rolled it down his shaft, watching his face the entire time.

  “Ride me, Pearl.”

  “I intend to.” She’d always wondered about the position, but Andrew had been very traditional and she’d hesitated in stating too many of her needs. Her lovers prior to Andrew hadn’t been much better. She clambered over Justin, and after guiding his penis in the right direction, she sank down, impaling herself by slow increments. “Wow. That feels amazing.”

  “It will feel even better if you started moving,” he growled out.

  “Bossy.”

  “Yep,” he said without a trace of apology.

  She rose and sank, experimenting with angles and sensations.

  “Touch yourself. Let me see.” His whispered command made her pause, but the dare in his eyes spurred her onward. She swayed above him, increasing the pace while she rubbed two fingers across her slippery clit. Immediately, pleasure started to simmer, bubbling through her with each slide of her fingers and spear of his cock. Without warning she shattered, the pleasure roaring up her spine and down her legs, the intensity something she’d never experienced before.