Fall from India Place (On Dublin Street 4)

“You might wear jeans, but underneath, you’re always silk,” he’d said.

She gathered the nerve to look up at him as she opened the lightweight sweater and shrugged it off her shoulders and arms. Kam sat unmoving, watching her with an alert focus. From where did these bouts of shyness come, when she’d already shared so many intimacies with him? She dropped the sweater on the floor with her other clothes, realizing that her moments of self-consciousness somehow sharpened her arousal. Her hands hesitated at her waist.

“Take off the bra,” Kam said. “I’ll remove the panties.”

Excitement shot through her at his words. The silence seemed to press on her eardrums as she unfastened the bra and peeled the cups off her breasts. As she tossed the garment onto the floor, she saw his gaze fix on her bare breasts, his nostrils flaring slightly. She stood before him, nude save for her underwear.

Kam blinked, as if coming to back to himself.

“Come here,” he said. He reached for a leather cuff on the bedside table. “Lift one foot to my lap,” he directed. “Use the table to brace yourself if you need to.”

She lifted her foot without hesitation. Her dance training had made her very sure of her balance. Kam opened his hand below her lower calf, sliding his palm along her ankle and heel, squeezing her foot lightly at the arch. He pressed the sole against his crotch. Lin tensed, arousal tingling through her. She could feel the shape of his testicles through his jeans. His cock was trapped in his briefs along his left thigh. She could feel the thick shaft along the left side of her foot.

When he wrapped the thick leather around her ankle and tightened the platinum buckle, she felt herself dampen. She couldn’t say precisely why she found the whole procedure intensely erotic, but she knew Kam agreed with her. She felt his cock thicken next to her foot.

“The other one,” Kam prompted. His hand caressed her heel deliciously before she removed her foot from his lap. He held out one hand expectantly and she lifted her other leg. He caught it at the ankle and brought it against him. This time, he tucked the captive foot more snugly against his balls, pushing the heel against his root and closing his strong thighs around it. Lin gritted her teeth, her breathing escalating as she watched him slip the black leather around her calf and lower it to her ankle. The feeling of tension only amplified as he tightened the cuff and his blatant arousal resonated into her foot.

After she’d lowered her leg and he’d put a cuff on each of her wrists, he stood from the bed.

“One second,” he said. “I’m going to get something from the bathroom.” He returned a moment later carrying the clip she’d gotten from her clutch earlier in order to restrain her hair for her shower. He handed it to her. “Can you put your hair up so that it’s out of your face?” he asked. Lin nodded, gathering her long hair. He watched her intently as she stretched, her hands over her head, twisting the mass. Her nipples tightened beneath his stare. He liked her in that pose. It was the same one he’d asked her to take earlier when they made love. The memory amplified the intimacy that seemed to be falling over them like a spell.

In the distance, she heard thunder rumble. He turned. She paused in the action of fixing her hair to her head when she saw him remove the bullet vibrator from the drawer. Kam noticed her expression.

“Since checking e-mail is a relatively small infraction, I thought we’d mix a little pleasure with your punishment,” he said with a smile. He set down the vibrator on the bedside table and began to unfasten the fly of his jeans. Lin just stood there, her body growing taut with anticipation, her nipples prickling and stiffening as he unbuttoned his shirt. He whipped it off with one brisk twist of lean, defined muscle. He kicked off his tennis shoes and socks rapidly, then jerked his jeans down over hips and legs. His boxer briefs looked starkly white next to the dark skin and hair on his muscular thighs. His erection pressed tightly against the front panel, a flagrantly beautiful package.

He picked up the vibrator. “Come here,” he told her. He sat near the bottom corner of the bed at a slightly slanted angle, his knees pointed toward the six-foot mahogany poster. “Crawl up on the bed and kneel next to me here,” he told her, patting the thigh toward the center of the bed. His hand opened along her lower back and then her hip, guiding her when she joined him on her hands and knees on the bed, crawling next to this body. “There,” he muttered thickly when her head hovered over his lap and she looked down at his cock pressed against stretchy cotton. He took one of her wrists and lifted it, repositioning it between his thighs on the mattress. “Stay still. I’ll tell you to move when I want you to.”

He twisted slightly, caressing her spine, his touch causing the tingling of her pussy to amplify. What was he going to do? His deliberate manner and orchestration of their positioning was increasing her tension and arousal unbearably. He slipped his hand beneath her panties and caressed her bottom. She bit off a whimper. Outside, thunder rumbled again.

“Shhh,” he soothed, pushing her panties down her thighs. “There, that’s beautiful,” she heard him mutter as he palmed one bare buttock and caressed the other. Heat flooded her pussy. He’d told her to leave on her panties for this simple yet powerful moment of eroticism. He was a devil with his little tricks. She jumped when he lifted his hand and popped first one cheek, then the other, his spanks light as though he was experimenting with the mechanics of the position.

“Oh, Kam,” she moaned when he suddenly reached over her ass and probed her pussy with his finger. He penetrated her slit immediately and began pushing his finger in and out. Her elbows gave way slightly, lowering her upper body, as she automatically repositioned herself to take his thrusting finger more ideally.