She’d known Lennox for years, longer than he’d known Winnie, and even though he’d been active in the lifestyle when she first became aware of him, she’d never seen him naked. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, and for the first time since becoming a submissive, she strongly considered disobeying on purpose. Because whatever and however he’d punish her would be worth it for the chance to touch him.
“Surely you’ve seen a naked man before?” Lennox teased and then, probably to drive her completely out of her mind with lust, he took himself in his hand and pumped.
Her gaze was locked on his erection and the way he worked it. “Yes, Sir,” she said in response. “But never one so magnificently put together.”
Because he was, from the cut muscles of his chest to the curves of his biceps. She was certain his cock was just as incredible, but she’d only caught a glimpse of it before he’d taken it in his hand.
He looked faintly amused at her statement. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.”
“Then they were blind, Sir.”
“You’re very kind to an old man, Marie.”
“Beg your pardon, Sir, but you know how you Doms get all bent out of shape when a sub says something negative about themselves?”
“Yes.”
“I totally get that now, you shouldn’t talk down about yourself.”
He nodded. “Point taken. I’m the hottest thing to ever walk the face of the earth.”
Who was this man before her? The one who was actually joking? She couldn’t remember him joking on the island. She wasn’t sure if it was the cottage or being naked or if spanking her had brought out this part of his personality.
She tilted her head. “Now you’re just being cocky, Sir.”
“Perhaps,” he said. “But speaking of cock.” He lifted an eyebrow.
Her belly was suddenly filled with flutters. “Yes, Sir.”
“On the bed, on your back, with your head at the edge.”
She had a fairly good idea of where this was going, so she licked her lips and got into the position he requested. He walked toward her, still fisting himself, and her mouth ached to taste him.
Finally, he stood at her head, his hand right near her mouth.
“Open.”
She parted her lips and waited. She’d thought he’d enter her mouth fast and hard, but he surprised her by taking his time. She licked the head of his cock and was rewarded by his groan of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he said, pushing in slowly, inch by inch. “I somehow knew you’d have the sweetest mouth.”
Positioned like they were, her body was completely available to him for his pleasure. He could touch or kiss her as he wished, or he could do nothing at all.
She hoped he did something.
Please.
“Spread your legs, Marie.” He tapped them gently. “Let me see where I’m going next.”
She parted her legs with a hint of a moan on her lips, but just a hint, because he chose that second to push deep into her mouth. She opened her throat for him and he took possession. His hissed pleasure only made her wetter.
He slipped a hand between her legs and teased her, his fingers dancing across her inner thighs. “Fuck, I can smell you.”
It took all her years of training to remain still when what she really wanted to do was lift her hips up to his touch. If he’d just shift his fingers a tiny bit . . .
But he knew that and he didn’t. He kept them right where they were, keeping her aroused, but not doing anything about it.
Much sooner than she anticipated, he groaned and withdrew from her mouth. It occurred to her that he might be struggling with keeping his control as well.
“I have to stop,” he said, breathing heavily. “It’s been too damn long.”
“Please, Sir,” she couldn’t help but beg.
“Please what?” he asked, as if he didn’t know.
“Take me. Use me. Fuck me.”
“Marie,” he chided. “Are you telling me what to do? Because that’s bad, and bad submissives don’t get my cock.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“That’s more like it.” He stepped back from the bed. “Flip your body around so your ass is at the edge of the bed.”
She positioned herself the way he asked and it wasn’t until she did so that she noticed she was at the perfect level for him.
He leaned over her and she felt the heat from his body. “There’s so much I want to do to you and we have all night, but I need to take the edge off first. Your job is to remain still and quiet. And no coming. I haven’t decided if I’m going to let you come tonight or not.”
Was he serious?
But one look at his expression told her he was completely serious. Still, what would be the worst that would happen if she came?
“I know what you’re thinking,” he said with a self-satisfied grin.
“I was unaware that you were a mind reader, Sir,” she couldn’t help but say.
He slapped the inside of her thigh. “Are you being disrespectful, Marie? Thinking that maybe since I’ve been out of the scene for so long that I’ll allow you to talk back like that?”
“No, Sir,” she said, but in reality, she knew there was a part of her that wanted to see how far she could push him. She had the feeling the answer was, not far.
“Back to what I was saying,” he said. “If you do come without permission, I’m going to punish that naughty pussy first with my hand and then with my belt. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She knew she wouldn’t come without permission now. No way. She wasn’t going to have him use a belt on her most private parts.
“Good girl.” He teased her inner thighs with both hands and she had no problem being still, but when he took his thumbs and started rubbing her slit, she had to fist her hands.
Holy fuck. His hands.
He may not have been in a scene for years, but his hands definitely remembered how to touch a woman just so in order to have her dancing on the edge of orgasm. She’d thought since it’d been so long and because he’d indicated how badly he needed to take the edge off, that he’d make quick work of foreplay.
In fact, she’d been betting on it.
But she’d have lost that bet and, to be completely fair, it made sense that he would show the same intensity with sex that he showed with everything else. His fingers somehow knew just how to stroke her and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning.
Finally, she heard the rustle of foil.
“Look at me, Marie.”
She hadn’t known she’d closed her eyes, but she opened them to find his intense stare upon her. Though there was a slight softness she hadn’t ever seen before.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this for years,” he said, and his voice was rougher than it’d been moments before. “I want you to know exactly who’s entering you.”
She wanted to tell him that there was no way she wouldn’t know, but he’d told her to be quiet, so she obeyed. It was almost too much, looking into his eyes as he started the careful push into her body. He was completely unguarded, or at least more unguarded than she’d ever seen him. His gaze was so intense and yet it held the emotion she’d always suspected he buried under his normal dour expression.
She couldn’t help the tiny gasp that escaped her as he thrust completely inside her. It was more than sex, more than the joining of their two bodies into one. This was Lennox, the man she’d wanted for more years than she could count and what they were doing transcended anything she’d ever done before. Somehow she knew that she would never experience anything similar with anyone else.