Slapping Leather by Desiree Holt Page B

“Yes.
I want that, too.”
    There. She’d said it.
    “Good. Then I have a suggestion. If you don’t
want to go to your place yet, don’t want the staff to see my car parked there,
will you come home with me?”
    Okay, here was her next big decision. If they
were truly going to have a relationship, she couldn’t hide it. And couldn’t be
bullied by the people looking for a chink in her armor. Katie had said it. If
they didn’t like it, if they gave her trouble, well, she’d just fire them and
hire someone else. Suddenly, it all seemed so simple. She took the leap, and it
wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d feared.
    “ You come home with me. I might
even be convinced to make you breakfast in the morning.”
    If the kiss earlier had been enough to make her
head swim, this one made her melt completely. His tongue probed and swept and
glided. His teeth nibbled her lips and his tongue soothed it. One arm banded
her to him while his other hand threaded through her hair to cup her head. She
wound her arms around him and gave back as good as she got. Her own tongue
explored his mouth, tasted every bit of him.
    When they broke apart, both were panting for
breath.
    “We need to move this party before I forget I’m
in someone else’s house,” he told her, that low voice vibrating through her. “I’ll
follow you, okay?”
    “Yes.” She grinned. “Let’s hurry.”
    Alex’s smile melted her toes. “You said the magic
words.”
    ****
    They left only the nightstand lamp on in the
bedroom, its glow soft and warming. Liz had pulled out her big gold box of
playthings from the back of her closet, smiling at the hot light in Alex’s eyes
when he opened it.
    He stepped out of character to undress her,
peeling off each item with tantalizing slowness, kissing each inch of skin as
he exposed it. He arranged her on the bed on her stomach, pillows propped
beneath her, turning her head so she could watch him as he rid himself of his
own clothing.
    “No punishment tonight,” he told her. “I know how
much it turns you on. As much as it does me. But tonight I want something else.”
    Naked, he stood at the side of the bed, fingers
wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly. He smiled when she ran her tongue
over her lips.
    “I know you want this in your mouth, Elizabeth.
And you suck it like the perfect sub. I think your mouth was made just for my
cock. But tonight I have someplace else to put it. Spread your legs.”
    He reached between her thighs and probed between
the folds of her pussy, making a sound of satisfaction when he found her
soaking wet. Drawing his fingers back, he painted her lips with her juices.
    “Lick your lips,” he ordered. “See how good you
taste.”
    Obediently, she ran her tongue over the surface
of her mouth, loving the heat that danced in Alex’s eyes as he watched her.
    He slipped two fingers inside her again, bending
over her slightly, his hand still on his erection as he slid his fingers in and
out of her wet channel.
    “Don’t move, no matter what I do. Stay completely
still.”
    He pulled his fingers out and moved to her clit,
stroking, stroking, and Liz had all she could do to hold still. Electricity
jolted through her, the first tendrils of the climax stirring deep inside her.
Gritting her teeth she forced the pleasure back, dropping into subspace where
she cocooned herself in a sensual web.
    When Alex moved away, she simply laid on the bed
in erotic limbo, waiting for his next move, his next command. She sucked in her
breath when she felt the dildo she’d pointed out as her favorite slipping its
way into her pussy a little at a time until the tip touched her womb.
    “Feeling a little stuffed?’ His voice was thick
with lust.
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
    Fuck me, Sir.
    Then his fingers were probing at her anus, cool
gel thick on them, pressing into her tissues. She sucked in her breath.
    “Yes, Elizabeth.” His chuckle was like a sexy
tune. “Tonight I’m going to fuck you in