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“Change of plans,” he said thickly. “The movie can wait. I’m opting for the bed.”
Tiffany broke into a fit of nervous giggles. “I was hoping you might say that.”
Lukus chuckled. “So, exactly what’d you have in mind instead, Miss O’Sullivan?” When she remained silent, Lukus gently reached up to cup her face in both hands. “Open up, baby.”
Tiffany looked into his eyes and her breath hitched as she recognized his own desire staring back at her.
He chose his words carefully. “I need you to know this. I haveneverwanted to make love to a woman as much as I want to make love to you right this minute, Tiffany. Not fuck. Not screw. Not dominate, but make love. I know it’s hard for you to see me as anything other than a Dom, but I need to show you that first and foremost, I’m a man. A man who wants you so very much.”
“Oh, Lukus. How do you know exactly what to say? Exactly what I need?” He picked up the slight quaver in her voice.
“I see it in your eyes. I feel it in your kiss, … the way your body molds to mine. You want it all, just like I do.”
“But, you really are still a Dom. I’m not silly enough to think you’re going to turn your back on such an important part of who you are.”
“Believe me, Tiff. I don’t want that, and more importantly, I don’t thinkyouwant me to stop being a Dom either. I know the only reference you have for this lifestyle is watching what that prick, Jake, did to Brianna. But you have to believe me. He. Is. Not. A. Dom. He’s a low-lifecriminal—a criminal who belongs in jail for abusing innocent women. Please, let me wipe the slate clean and teach you how special a D/s relationship can be with someone you trust. Do you think you can trust me enough to try?”
It took her a long minute before she whispered her reply. “I do trust you, Lukus. I wouldn’t have stayed tonight if I didn’t trust you.”
Lukus let out a breath of air he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I promise you, Tiff. All you have to do is say ‘no’ to anything and I stop. Do you hear me, baby?”
“Yes. But … well… Are you going to punish me tonight, you know, for not telling you about Jason?”
Lukus didn’t miss that she looked almost hopeful he might say yes. It was impossible to hide his smile.
“Let’s see how the night goes, shall we? The only thing I know for sure is I’m going to make sweet love to you first. And then…”
Lukus stopped to pull her hard against his body again as he leaned in to whisper his next promise intimately against her ear. “Then I’m going to fuck you over and over, so hard and fast, so long and so deep that you’re gonna feel me all day tomorrow.” He ended his promise by sucking her earlobe into his warm mouth, nibbling her lightly.
“Oh. My. God.”
He could feel her body beginning to tremble and knew they’d done enough talking. Reclaiming her mouth in a passionate kiss, Lukus wrapped his arms tightly around her, dipping his hands lower to grab her bare ass as he effortlessly lifted her body off the barstool. She still had her legs wrapped around his waist, and he could feel her squeezing him tighter, molding herself to him as he turned to head back to his bedroom. When he stopped their kiss to watch where he was walking, Tiffany buried her face into the crook of his neck and began kissing and sucking on the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder. Lukus knew she was sucking hard enough to leave a hickey.
That’s it, baby. Mark me as your own. I’ll give you that much control tonight.
He walked quickly through the darkened great room and down the hall to his master bedroom. Tiffany had left the lights on, threatening to ruin the seductive mood he wanted to set. Lukus flipped the switch, plunging them into darkness. Crossing over to his king-sized bed, he gently laid Tiffany down cross ways, her ass just a few inches in from the edge.
“Don’t move. I’m gonna get us a bit of light going. I don’t want to miss inspecting every single inch of your beautiful body.”
Reaching under his bed, Lukus pulled out a shoebox full of votive candles along with a matchbook he hadn’t had the occasion to use in years. He was grateful he’d stowed them under the bed rather than thrown them away as he’d been tempted to do at the time. He took a few minutes to strategically place about a dozen small candles around the room, each one lending a bit more light to the space until he was able to make out Tiffany’s lust-filled gaze as she tracked his movements.
Once he had the lighting under control, Lukus crossed to the armoire on the far wall, opening the double doors to reveal a large TV and full entertainment center. With a sly smile to himself, he picked up his eclectically stocked iPod and pulled up one of his rarely used playlists, appropriately labeled “Music to Make Love By.” He eyed up the list waiting right above it, labeled “Music to Fuck By.”
Nowthatlist has gotten a bit more play and who knows—maybe later. Right now, I think we need something closer to Nora Jones and Babyface.
The soft, sexy sounds of Adele’sMake You Feel My Loveset the mood and, finally satisfied, Lukus came to stand next to the bed to gaze down at Tiffany. She’d pulled her bent legs up to place her feet flat on the edge of the mattress, carefully holding her legs together. Their eyes met briefly before Lukus dropped to his knees next to the bed.
Working to maintain his control, he reached out to hug her bent legs, pulling her body to the very edge before nudging her legs apart. As he opened her wide, it felt like he was opening a Christmas present and the gift was her aromatic, bald pussy, now fully exposed and just inches away.
He wanted so badly to dive in and taste her. Instead, he turned his head and started by kissing the inside of her left knee before slowly, intimately, nibbling his way down her creamy inner thigh, stopping to occasionally suck her sensitive skin into his mouth, leaving tiny marks on her just as she’d done to his neck minutes before. He could hear her breath catching as he neared the apex between her legs, followed by a disappointed moan when he lifted his mouth and moved to the inside of her right knee to repeat his torturously slow process on the other side of her body. He couldn’t help but smile against her soft skin as he heard her little whimpers increasing the closer he got back to her core.
When he finally made it back to her pussy, Tiff had begun to lift her bottom slightly off the bed in hopes of making contact with his warm mouth. Taking the time to both tease and admire her, he finally slipped a single finger through her dripping wet folds, careful not to penetrate her,yet. When she could wait no more, Tiff broke her silence. “Oh please, Lukus.”
Taking his finger away completely, he teased her. “Please what, Tiff?”
She snapped back quickly. “Oh, please. You know what I want. Please…”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m not reading you right. Maybe I should make you tell me what you want… what you need.”
