River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations Page 18

  I backed away in disbelief. “What? Jason’s not an asshole. Andrew, he’s probably going to propose tomorrow. He’s going to be my husband. How can you say that?”

  “Fuck. I’m sorry, but I can’t help think he’s the real reason you thought about getting plastic surgery. Please tell me you put that crazy idea out of your head.”

  “It’s not that crazy. Women get boob jobs all the time.”

  “You’re not seriously considering it, are you?”

  “Maybe. I don’t know. I have a date scheduled for surgery, but I just keep going back and forth. It’s driving me nuts.”

  “That’s not the Sylvie I know. The Sylvie I know can make quick, intelligent decisions in an instant and never second guess herself. I see you do it every day at work with confidence, never wavering. The fact that you can’t make up your mind tells me the surgery is not for you. You don’t need to change who you are or how you look for anyone, especially the man you marry.”

  “You wouldn’t want to change me, even a little?”

  His hands caressed my face. “No. I only wish I could make you see that you’re perfect just how you are.” His eyes penetrated mine with an intensity I’d never seen before. “The surgery is a bad idea. Cancel it.”

  “You want me to what? Wait, what are you doing? What is this?”

  He removed his hands and took a step back. “Nothing.”

  I cocked my head and smirked. “Did you just order me to cancel my surgery?”

  He shrugged with a hint of smile. “Maybe. Force of habit.”

  I perched my hands on my hips. “Andrew Riley, you just went all ‘Dom Day Afternoon’ on me.”

  He cracked up. “Yes, you’re right. I went all ‘Dom Day Afternoon’ on you. I have to admit, that’s funny. How long have you been waiting to say it?”

  I giggled. “Since we passed the bridge.”

  He hooked his arm around my neck as if I was his kid sister. “Come on, princess. Let’s walk back to La Paloma. I’ll buy you a margarita and we’ll toast to your anniversary tomorrow.”

  “I’ll drink to that!”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “Happy anniversary, babe.” Jason’s lips touched my cheek, before he hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

  I rubbed my eyes. “Hey, where are you going?”

  “I got to take a piss.” He hollered from the toilet.

  “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said, Jason Stein.” I shouted back sarcastically. “My nipples are hard.”

  “Very funny. How about taking those tiny tits to the kitchen and making some coffee.”

  Our anniversary morning was one of frustration. Jason had the week from hell at work. It left him grumpy and tired. Anytime I attempted to flirt my way into some attention, he thwarted my advances. After I whipped up some omelets and we ate in near silence, I gave up.

  I played this day out in my mind a million times. We’d wake up, make love, he’d propose, and then be thrilled I booked us a room at the Brackenridge House. Jason being a grouch never entered into the scenario.

  After my shower, I heard him bellowing from the kitchen. “Sylvie. You left the dishes in the sink again.”

  “Okay. I’ll be right there.”

  I threw on a white sundress that I bought special for today. It was casual, but form fitting, and I thought it was perfect for checking into the romantic bed and breakfast. Plus, I paired it with a lacey white thong and no bra. Once we got inside our room, it would be a quick trip to naked town.

  I made my way to the kitchen and found Jason leaning against the sink, sporting an impish grin. “What took you so long?”

  “I was getting dressed. Do you like it?” I twirled. “It’s new.”

  “Actually, I do. You look pretty in white.”

  “Thank you.” I beamed. “I probably should’ve cleaned up the kitchen first, but I wanted to show it to you.”

  “It’s okay. I took care of it.”

  “You did?” I sauntered to him, relieved he seemed in a better mood.

  “I did. Just think of it as my anniversary present. Oh, and I have one more.”

  Jason reached into his pocket and fished out a Tiffany box.

  He popped open the lid. “Sylvie, will you marry me?”

  My spine straightened like a pencil and my head dizzied as I stared at the oval shaped, brilliant diamond ring the size of my fist. I dreamed of this moment for years, but I never thought my stomach would be doing back flips. “Jason…it’s so…Oh…I need to sit down.”

  He led me to the chair. “What’s going on? Your face is as white as your dress.”

  “I think you literally took my breath away. The ring is beautiful. I love it.”

  “Well, I love you.” He slipped the sparkling rock on my finger. “There’s just one problem. You didn’t answer the question.”

  I ogled the bright gemstone. “What question?”

  “Sylvie, I proposed. I asked you to marry me. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

  “Of course. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Can I have some water?”

  “Sure.” He hurried to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it to me. “Were you that surprised by my proposal today? I know I’ve been buried in work all week, but I thought you had an inkling?”

  “I did. But this morning, I guess, I wavered.” As I sipped the water, the dizziness subsided. “I have a surprise too. Actually, I have two surprises.”

  Jason sat down, held my left hand, admiring the ring he chose. “What’s that?”

  “Well, at the risk of seeming too presumptuous, I reserved a ballroom at the Hyatt next spring for our wedding reception.”

  He let go of my hand. “Don’t you think that’s a little soon? Why do we have to be in such a rush?”

  “We’ve been together six years. How is next spring rushing?”

  “Babe. Even though I made Partner, I’m at the bottom of the food chain. The next couple of years are going to be intense. I don’t know. I can’t wrap my mind around that today.”

  Disappointed I forged ahead with my other surprise. “Okay. How about wrapping your mind around the Brackenridge House? I booked us a room there. We just need to throw a few things in a bag and hit the road. We can check in at noon.”

  He got up from the table. “Really? I’m completely wiped out from work. I thought we’d just hang out here today. I already ordered the fight on Pay-Per-View.”

  “You ordered a fight on our anniversary?”

  “Hey, don’t be like that.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re wearing a six figure ring. Can’t that be enough for today? Besides, you already told me about the boob job surprise. Just consider that my anniversary gift. It’s what I really wanted. It’s the gift that will keep on giving.”

  Jason strolled back to the living room while I sat there swimming in a sea of confusion. What’s wrong with me? The ring, the proposal, it was everything I ever wanted. Wasn’t it? This enormous pressure of indecision overwhelmed me. It felt like the walls were closing in, and I couldn’t breathe.

  I flew out of my chair, and snatched up my purse and phone. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Hey, where are you going?” Jason called from the sofa.

  “I need some air.”

  “Sylvie, wait a second.”

  I froze in place, praying he would say something, anything that would ease the turbulence churning inside me.

  “Babe, before you could go, could you get me my cell? I left it in the kitchen.”

  With my heart lodged in my throat, I murmured. “No.”

  “No? What do you mean? It’ll take you two seconds.”

  Staring at his ring, the ring I thought I always wanted, I turned, and took uneasy steps toward him. I tore the ring off my finger and tossed it on the sofa. “I’m saying no, Jason. The answer is no…to everything.”

  Within twenty minutes, I was climbing the stairs to the room I booked at the Brackenridge House. Sti
ll reeling and embroiled with uncertainty, I didn’t even remember driving here. What just happened? Jason was so stunned he didn’t even try to stop me from leaving.

  I cracked open the door and found Andrew inside placing pink rose petals on the cozy, four-poster bed. The sight of this Herculean, sweet man preparing the room that Jason didn’t want to come to racked me with a greater sense of turmoil.

  I dropped my purse and his head snapped to the doorway. “Hey. Sorry I overslept this morning and got off to a late start. I was just leaving. Sylvie? What’s wrong?” He rushed to my side and shut the door. “Sylvie. You’re shaking. I need you to talk to me. Where’s Jason? Did he propose?”

  I nodded, but I couldn’t get out any words. It was as if everything I had come to believe in these past six years faded away bit by bit, and nothing made sense.

  Andrew’s frame towered over me. “Sylvie. What happened? I thought you’d be ecstatic. You’re getting married, right?”

  My body, riddled in distress, slowly crumpled to the floor. “No. I…don’t think so. I don’t know. I don’t know anything.” On my knees before him, tears poured out of me like a river. “I’m so confused. I don’t know what I’m doing. Everything’s a mess. I’m a mess.”

  He simply cupped the back of my head in his large hand and said in low tranquil tone. “Hush princess. Don’t cry.”

  I glanced up and peered into those soft, kind eyes as his hand slid from my head and pressed against my heart. An instant peace cascaded over me. With his other hand, he wiped away my tears. “Your breathing is calming. Good girl.”

  As he held my gaze, I realized Andrew was the man who never let me down. This dominant man was always there for me. Was this what I needed? A word escaped my mouth in a whisper. “Sir.”

  In flurry, he swept me into his arms and crushed his lips to mine. His kiss was powerful, consuming, and seared with heat. My body burned for his, but was it wrong?

  I gasped. “Andrew, wait…I…”

  His hands clasped my face. “Sylvie. Don’t over think this. You’re what I’ve wanted for a very long time.”

  “I am?”

  “Yes. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

  “But…I don’t know…if…”

  “I only need to know one thing. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  With that, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, making me feel safe, and secure. We melded into one another, transforming from friends to lovers, a Dominant and a submissive.

  He released me and grasped my left hand, surveying my empty ring finger. “I thought you said Jason proposed.”

  “He did. I said no.”

  Relief washed over his face, and a glorious smile touched his lips. With our eyes transfixed on one another, I knelt before him as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

  His voice was quiet, yet commanding. “My beautiful Sylvie. Come.” He offered me his hand and led me to the full length mirror. “Take off everything but your panties. I want you to see how gorgeous and perfect you are.”

  I slipped out of my dress and shoes. When I caught a glimpse of myself in mirror, I attempted to conceal my breasts and thighs with my hands.

  Andrew would have none of it. “Hands by your side, princess. You need to see what I see. Look at yourself.”

  He positioned himself behind me and grazed his fingertips over my nipples, down my stomach, settling on my hips. His tender touch broke my skin out in goose bumps, and caused my pussy to awaken with tingled sensations.

  My perky breasts heaved in delight, as I fixed my gaze on my reflection. For the first time, I didn’t see my flaws. I saw a body bubbling in sensuality.

  He brushed my hair to one side and his lips lightly kissed my neck. “Tell me Sylvie. Tell me what you see.”

  I exhaled. “I’m…I’m…beautiful.”

  “Good girl.” He said in a hushed tone.

  His lips grew more fervent and demanding as he turned me to him and sealed our bodies together. A crackling heat percolated through my veins.

  Once again, he took my mouth with possession. His lips devoured me and descended onto my budding nipples. One arm held me in place, while his tongue circled my taut nubs. It felt like they would burst open. He treated each one with aggressive sucks and nibbles. Rolling one nipple between his fingers, my body pulsated with a rousing sweet fire. He pinched and pulled, showing me no mercy. His mouth suckled and indulged each breast with a bounty of enthralling suction filled bites that would probably leave a mark, his mark. Then rapid flicks of his tongue launched me to the climactic cliff.

  A divine pressure gripped me, and an unexpected orgasm broke free. “Ah…oh my…oh God…yes.”

  Both of Andrew’s arms held me tight while I luxuriated in my astonishing release. His hot breath hummed over my breasts. “That’s it, sweet Sylvie. See how responsive your body is? That was excellent. I want to make you come again. Take your panties off and lay on the bed. Do it, now.”

  While still whirling from my climax, I scampered to the bed ridding myself of my soaked thong. I quickly brushed aside the rose petals and reclined on the bed, glued to Andrew stripping off his clothes.

  His strapping, naked form loomed at the foot of the bed. My eyes coasted over him, taking in this hulking sight of dynamic magnificence. His smooth, rock hard, sculpted physique was stupefying in its sexiness.

  My mouth watered, craving to suck his colossal hardening cock, rippled with bulging veins.

  I licked my lips. “Well, here we are totally naked in front of each other.”

  “It doesn’t feel weird, does it?”

  “No. It just feels right.”

  “It feels perfect. Like you.” The intensity in his eyes told me, Andrew the Dom meant business. “I want you to spread your legs for me. I can smell your arousal Sylvie, now I’m going to taste you.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Oh my heck. What was it about him calling me a good girl that lit my pussy on fire? I stretched my legs open wide, and my sex dripped in longing.

  He inhaled the scent of my desire and ran the flat of his tongue the length of my lusty slit. “Sylvie, my princess, you’re delicious.” His lips kissed my freshly shaved, silky mound. “So succulent and beautiful.”

  He spread my outer lips, and ate me out with an insatiable hunger. The way he sampled my slick creases, made my pussy ooze in creamy goodness. Two fingers delved inside and fucked my dewy hole with expertise. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, my body nearly levitated off the bed. The room filled with my ardent moans while he dined on me like a fine delicacy.

  He brought his sopping fingers to my plump knot, and rubbed and tapped it feverishly. A startling stream of liquid shot forth. I froze for a moment and tried to inch away from him.

  “Sylvie. Relax. You just squirted. That’s all. Did you ever squirt before?”

  “No.”

  “Did you like it?”

  I panted. “Yes. It felt incredible.”

  “Then don’t fight it. Let’s make it rain.”

  His face dove between my legs and he feasted on me with renewed zeal. My body sailed to heights of passion I never knew were possible. I doused him in a current of juices, while my pussy trembled to its burgeoning peak. Oh God, if squirting was the opening act, what would he do for an encore?

  “You taste even better than I imagined.” He growled and slowed his fury. “You’re so close.” The pad of his thumb lightly encircled my chubby clit. “This is ready to come. You’re about to explode.”

  Everything in me quivered with a greedy yearning. “Ah…Yes. I am. I want to come.”

  He continued toying with my jutting nub, peeling back its hood. “Since you never squirted before, I didn’t want you to suppress it. But from now on…” He tickled my clit with the tip of his tongue. “You need to ask permission, if you want to come.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I whimpered and squirmed. “May I? Please, can I come?” />
  “Not yet. I’m still hungry.”

  He resumed his meal of my pink, velvety flesh. I arched my back, grabbed onto the quilt and fought to keep my orgasm at bay. He fed on me like a skilled wild beast as an inferno blazed within.

  Finally, he gave the command. “Now princess. Come. Come for me.”

  I imploded like a bottle rocket. “Fuck! Oh, Jesus fucking, Christ. Fuck yes!” I yanked on his hair and Andrew reduced me to a heap of screaming, squirting, swearing, satisfied, spent bliss. Oh Sir!

  He wiped his mouth on the quilt and his lips made their way to mine. “Sylvie, you’re exquisite. I need to claim you fully. I’m dying to be inside you.” The back of his hand stroked my cheek. His eyes were hooded and black as coal. “I’ve waited for this for a very long time, and I won’t be gentle. You may come again, but it might hurt my princess. You’re very tight. Are you sure this is what you really want?”

  “Yes Sir. I want it.”

  “Then you need a safe word. And I don’t want you to be afraid to use it.”

  I peered into his eyes. “Chocolate.”

  A slight smile played on his lips. “Chocolate.” He plucked up my wrists and held them above my head. “Keep your hands here. Don’t move them. Open your legs to me, Sylvie. Let me inside that pretty pussy.”

  I opened myself to him, to his world, to our new world together. Being with Andrew this way made my brain quiet in a serene way I didn’t know I needed. He wasn’t gentle in the slightest, but he was everything I craved. He was what was missing.

  He clasped his hand around my wrists, securing them in place, and my body shuddered on impact with each raging stroke of his mighty cock.

  “Sylvie.” He grunted. “Your cunt is mine. I’m going to fuck it as hard as I want, when I want.”

  “Yes Sir.” I cried out. “Oh fuck. Can I come? Please?”

  “Yes princess. Flood my cock with your cum.”

  I released a tidal wave of my liquid sex while our frantic breathy moans merged in perfect sync.

  As our bodies built to the ultimate crescendo, it was just like he said it would be. We were looking deep into each other’s eyes, completely connected, touching the center of the universe. Andrew’s eruption of cum filled me and further bound us together.