Aline Hunter - Make Me Shiver

He rotated his thumb around the nub, careful to keep his touch light, rubbing the pads of his fingers against that most sensitive inner velvet. Right now wasn’t about giving her release. It was about proving he could give her pleasure despite her reservations. He plunged into her depths gently, keeping firm pressure until he found the spot he was searching for. She rested her head on his chest, breathing loudly as he continued. He caressed her once, twice and pulled his hand away. He slowly slid his fingers from her heat and removed them from the confines of her panties.

“Why did you stop?” There was confusion, as well as hurt, in her voice.

He turned her around, bringing them chest to chest, and placed one hand on either side of her face. Her vibrant, emerald green eyes were glossed over and her lips were parted.

“I’m not a vanilla man. I’ve tried to maintain relationships with women who didn’t understand my need but they never lasted. This is a part of who I am. If you think that’s something you can handle, I’d love nothing more than to show you how wonderful it can be between us. If you can’t, it’ll be harder than hell but I’ll let you go.”

She hesitated, breaking free of her arousal. “Do you really want to tie me up and spank me?”

It was hard not to laugh at the way she said it, as if she were afraid of his response. He managed to keep a straight face. “Have you ever been tied up and spanked?”

She shook her head.

“Have you thought about it?”

She started to nod and he stopped her. “Answer me.”

Her face turned a lovely shade of pink. “I’ve thought about it.”

“Does the thought excite you?”

Her cheeks went from pink to bright cherry-red.

Gorgeous.

“Do we have to talk about this?”

“Yes, we do.” Palming her cheek, he stroked the outer curve of her mouth. “I have to know what turns you on. This isn’t just about me. This is about us, achieving the greatest possible pleasure and satisfaction from each other.”

“Yes, it excites me.”

“And it scares you too, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Another lengthy silence and her eyes lowered until her gaze appeared to be focused on his nose. “Because I’m afraid to give you control, to let go of myself. I’m afraid to…”

“Trust me?”

“Yes.”

“You can always trust me. I’m not perfect but I’m always honest. No matter what happens here, you decide how far it goes. I give you my word.” He grinned. “And a little bit of fear is a good thing. It adds to the excitement.”

Her gaze flicked to his mouth. She focused on his lips, then her attention drifted back to his eyes. “Michael, will you do something for me?”

He grinned, unable to deny her. “Right now I’m yours to command.”

“Kiss me.”

It was harder than hell not to claim her lips as he wanted—harsh and demanding instead of gentle and fleeting—when he finally sampled her sweetness, offering her a few soft laps of his tongue instead of a full-blown assault. She tasted better than he’d dreamed, and her lips were softer than silk.

He allowed a touch of rawness to overtake him for a brief moment, devouring her mouth as he held her face immobile in his grasp, asking her to accept this dominance from him if nothing else.

When he pulled away her eyes were closed and she was panting. Staring at her flushed face, he waited for her to look at him before he asked, “Will you let me show you, Lacey? Will you trust me to take care of you? Do you want to learn what it’s like to give control to someone else and let go?”

God help her, she couldn’t say no. Not now. Not when the personification of sex was so close he was burning her alive. The minute Michael’s calloused thumb stroked her clit she’d known she’d do whatever he asked. The fear and anxiety was strangely arousing, causing her to ache in a manner that was entirely new and exhilarating.

“Yes.”

She peered into his shimmering ice-blue eyes. She could see the approval in his stare, could feel the pleasure it gave her to please him. If happiness were a drug she’d live on a constant high if he presented that same look to her each and every time she did something he requested.

“Such a brave girl. Tell me your safe words.”

For a moment her stomach bottomed out. Her upbringing told her this was a big no-no.

Respectable Christian women did not engage in kinky sex with men, and they certainly didn’t engage in kinky sex with men they weren’t even dating. But whose rules were those, really? Who had the right to judge what she did in the privacy of her bedroom or, in this case, a playroom?

“Lacey?”

She knew he wanted an answer but she had to be certain. Was she was really going to do this?

Was she ready to take the leap into uncharted waters to learn if the ocean would wrap her in its embrace? What if she hit the surface in a horrendous belly flop that would embarrass her beyond repair?

Don’t think about it. Let go. Just feel.

“Yellow and red.” The voice that answered didn’t sound like hers. It was too deep, too shameless. No more fantasy or watching others through a screen. She was no longer the voyeur. She was now the participant.

Michael pressed a kiss to her forehead and moved away. “Take off your clothes. Leave your underwear on but remove the rest.”

His voice was different too, as was his expression. There was a power there she’d never seen before, a presence that had always lingered below the surface but she’d been too frightened to engage.

Clumsy fingers made untying her boot laces difficult, the thin strings slipping from her grasp like sand, but she eventually toed them off and removed her socks. Next went her jeans and sweater, although she was shy when removing them and took her time. When she finished undressing, she placed her folded clothes next to her boots and shivered as the chilled air finally made contact with her skin.

She couldn’t look at Michael. Despite standing before him clothed in nothing more than her lacy pink bra and underwear, the thought of meeting his gaze felt too intimate. Exhilaration and humiliation clashed. What did he see when he looked at her? Did he notice all her flaws? Did he mind her tall, thin frame? Did he detest the lack of curves and cleavage?

“Beautiful.” He strode toward her in two leisurely steps and stopped an arm’s length away.

“Turn around, lean over the table and spread your legs.”

Tingles erupted in her belly as excitement and uneasiness merged. Was she really going to do this? Was she ready to hand total control to Michael? The answer came as she moved to do as he requested. No matter what happened, she would finally know if the fantasy excited her as much as the reality. For once she would forget about propriety and taboo and embrace her desires.

The smooth material of the bench was cool against her belly. She spread her legs shoulder’s width apart, her breathing shallow, limbs quaking.

“Wider, angel. I felt how wet your pussy is. Now I want to see it.”

A tremor shot through her. No man had ever spoken to her so explicitly, without shame or apology, as if he had every right to do so. Trembling, she gripped the leather and widened her stance, shocked at just how excited she was to do as he ordered, captivated by his presence and intensity.

When she felt his hand skimming along the back of her thigh she jerked and inhaled raggedly.

His touch was steady and deliberate, starting at the fleshy portion just beneath her ass as he slid his calloused palm slowly down until he stopped just above the back of her knee. His touch vanished and returned on the other leg, this time starting at her knee and working back up.

“Your skin is so soft and smooth, darlin’. Like touching fresh rose petals.”

His hand slid between her legs and cupped, causing her to lift onto her toes as he palmed her sex through the thin lace. He rubbed his hand back and forth, his finger gliding lightly against her clit.

She moaned and pressed against his hand. She was so close to climax, so ready to reach the pinnacle that waited for her. She shook as the muscles in her pussy flexed and released, aching for something to ease the ache inside.

Michael’s hand abruptly vanished and she cried out at the loss.

“You don’t come unless I say so.”

She’d seen this online but hadn’t thought it was possible. Orgasms were something you latched on to, followed and enjoyed while you could. It was impossible to come on command.

“But—”

“Do you want to use your words, Lacey?” His voice was gruff and stern.

“N-no.”

He placed his thumb and forefinger against her chin, forcing her to look over her shoulder. His face was right there, his blue eyes intent. “Then I suggest you keep quiet and do exactly what I say. You don’t want to be punished this soon and I’d hate to gag that beautiful mouth of yours.”

When he claimed her lips this time there was nothing tender or gentle about the kiss. His tongue plunged, ravaged and dominated. She whimpered when she felt his fingers hook the crotch of her panties and push them to the side. One finger slid into her as his thumb returned to her clit, this time using firm, deliberate strokes.

Ripping his lips away, he stared into her face, watching her expression as he worked her with his fingers. “Lesson number one. You can’t come without permission. Only when I say.”

“I…” The friction of his hand, his palm grinding against her, was almost too much. It was impossible to rationalize or comprehend the lesson he wanted her to learn. At that moment she wanted to come more than she ever had in her life.