Taming Her Racy Ways [Racy Nights 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

“Do you want it to be, Marisol?”

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  Marisol experienced a slipping sensation as she stared into Ellis’s eyes, as if she could fall into them and all her cares would be gone. Her entire body tingled as if she’d walked too close to a live electric wire. This was too easy. All she had to do was say “yes.” There had to be a catch. “Yes. Yes I do want that, Ellis.”

  To say a look of relief passed over his face was an understatement, and that surprised her. Ellis was gorgeous, confident, and rich. Surely he could have any woman in this town that he wanted. She tried to remember if she’d ever heard about him dating anyone in particular, and realized she knew practically nothing about his personal life.

  “Marisol, take off your boots, please. Slowly.” That voice! It was suddenly so commanding, but sexy at the same time. It dripped from his mouth like warm honey and spread through her body, causing it to tremble.

  She bent to take them off and hoped she wouldn’t fall over in the process. She also pulled off her socks, glad she’d taken the time to get a pedi earlier in the week. Her crimson toenail polish sparkled in the candlelight.

  His gaze moved down to her feet. “Nice. I like painted fingernails and toenails. Remember that. Now the jeans. Leave the panties on though.”

  Was he going to make her undress in front of him? Marisol shivered at the thought of that. She’d never done that. It was so sexy, and made her feel like one of those ladies of the night in Victorian boudoirs, or a character in a gothic romance novel. She smiled at him as she unfastened her jeans and slid them down her thighs, keeping her gaze on his face until she had to glance down to completely remove them. She tossed them aside carelessly, trying to imitate what she pictured in her mind.

  “You have great legs, Marisol. Nice shape, and they look strong. Strong enough to wrap around my body and hang on.”

  Marisol groaned softly. He’d been seducing her all day with his easy-going manner and those incredible eyes, but this was different. That voice sent decadent images dancing through her head and made her want to kneel in front of him and offer herself to him, body and soul.

  “Now the top, but leave your bra on for now.”

  She pulled off her top and tossed it on top of her jeans, then ran her fingers through her hair to try and fix the mess of it she’d just made. Ellis grinned at her as if she were the cutest thing he’d ever seen, and she winced inwardly. She wasn’t going for cute. She was trying to be sexy.

  “Take off the bra, slowly. Tease me with it.”

  Oh God… She’d never undressed seductively in her life. Marisol unhooked it, keeping her eyes on him, and then she eased the straps down her arms, one by one, moving as slowly as she could. When they were down as far as they could go without the entire bra coming off, she crossed her hands over her breasts and just stood there, watching him, unsure what else she could do to tease him.

  “That’s great,” he said softly. “Very nice. Go ahead and let it fall to the floor.”

  Marisol swallowed hard against the sudden lump in her throat as she let go of the material and the bra slipped off. Ellis shook his head slightly, very slowly, and she let out the breath she was holding at the look of lust in his eyes.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Touch yourself.”

  “What?”

  His gaze turned instantly sharp. “You will address me by my name, and if you have a question to clarify something I’ve asked you to do, you will use complete sentences. Is that understood?”

  Marisol couldn’t stop the moan. His tone sent her thoughts racing to forbidden places, and she wanted more. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry, Ellis. Do you mean you want me to play with my own breasts?”

  His grin sent a fresh wave of wetness to her already-soaked pussy. “Yes. That’s exactly what I mean. Touch them. Fondle them. Play with your nipples. Throw back your head, close your eyes, and make yourself hot and wet.”

  I already am. Marisol had never done anything like that in front of someone else. She brushed her hands over her breasts then kneaded them and played with them, and finally tweaked her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

  “Do it like you mean it, Marisol. Let me see you enjoying the curves on them. Let me watch your nipples grow hard as you touch them. Can you get them up to your mouth? It looks like you can.”

  “Oh…”

  “Go on. Lick your own nipples. I want to see you do that.”

  Marisol lifted her right breast and brought it toward her mouth, then brushed her tongue across the nipple. Shock waves raced straight to her clit. She’d never done this, although they were certainly big enough for her to easily lift them up there. She ran her tongue over it several times, making little noises in the back of her throat. Well, this would certainly make the next session with her vibrator more interesting.

  “Now the other one.”

  She did as he asked, and by the time she finished licking them both, alternating them the way he’d asked her to, her panties were useless. They were so wet she was sure her pussy juices were leaking all over his carpet by now.

  “That was very nice, Marisol. We’ll work on that some more. But right now, I want you to turn around and face the chair behind you, and then slide down your panties. Don’t completely remove them yet. Just slide them down to your ankles, and then lean your forearms on the chair seat. Do you understand?”

  The sound that escaped Marisol’s throat was a cross between a moan and an expression of surprise. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  “Then do it.”

  She turned to face the chair and slid them down, then leaned onto the seat of the chair as he’d asked. Her entire body was now trembling. She wanted to peek underneath to see what he was doing, but wasn’t sure he’d like that, so instead she tried to relax and just enjoy this. But the anticipation was killing her. Surely he knew that. It was part of the game.

  “Marisol, you have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen and I sincerely mean that.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  She heard him rise, and moaned softly as he came toward her. When he reached her, he brushed his fingers over each ass cheek, and then spread them slightly. A finger caressed the opening to her asshole. Marisol groaned and squirmed under his touch. She was rewarded with a hard slap to each ass cheek. It burned much worse than Rafe’s spanking had, and she cried out at the realization that this was going to be more intense than anything she’d experienced Friday night. Could she truly handle this, or was she playing with fire here?

  “Hold still, or I’ll tie you up. Understood?”

  “Y–Yes, Ellis.”

  He returned to caressing her ass cheeks and her puckered opening. When he reached underneath to cup her wet pussy, Marisol struggled to hold still.

  “You’re soaked. Is that because of me?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m flattered.”

  Ellis traced a finger from her throbbing clit, across her slit, and then to her anus again, back and forth, so many times that Marisol was now moaning loudly and her legs ached from trying to hold still. “Very good. I shall reward you for trying so hard, Marisol. And then I’ll go and get some toys for us to play with.” He lightly smacked each ass cheek. “This luscious ass needs some serious attention.”

  She didn’t know what he meant by reward, but at that point Marisol wouldn’t have refused him anything. This man had cast a spell over her and she was powerless to resist. She wanted to experience everything at his hands. Every secret, dark fantasy she’d ever had, including the ones she’d never dared to allow fully into her consciousness.

  Chapter Twelve

  Marisol sucked in a sharp breath as Ellis ran his hands down her legs, and when he reached her panties he gently lifted each foot and slid them off. “Turn around, Marisol.”

  She did as he asked.

  “Now sit down and spread your legs, nice and wide for me.”

  She could hardly breathe. She took a seat and moved her legs apart, but felt very s
elf-conscious doing so. He still had on all his clothes, including his shoes.

  “Slide your hips forward and spread them farther apart.”

  Marisol did what he wanted, and when he knelt between them she moaned again and tossed her head back and forth.

  “It’s all right, Marisol. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”

  She couldn’t even answer him. All she could do was cry out as his tongue washed over her pussy and her clit, gently flicking the sensitive bud each time he grazed it. His strokes grew bolder to include the skin around her asshole, and Marisol was transported to heights of passion she hadn’t known existed.

  Ellis rose without saying a word and walked over to a tall wooden cabinet. Was she supposed to stay put? He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out what looked like a bottle of lube, a washcloth, and a package of condoms. Marisol whimpered as he also withdrew a long black-and-teal flogger. He turned in her direction, a look of pure animal lust on his face, and swung it through the air a couple of times.

  This was it. He was really going to use that thing on her. The anticipation coursing through her body was almost as intense as her arousal. When he strolled back toward her, he draped the flogger over one arm of the chair. She silently watched him open the bottle and kneel between her legs again. He wet one finger with the lube then gently and slowly inserted it into her anus as he kept his gaze on her face.

  It stung only for a second or two, and Marisol tried to relax her muscles. He began to move it slowly in and out, and soon the most delicious floating sensation enveloped her, as if she’d crawled into a warm bath and was simply relaxing in the bubbles, letting the cares of the day melt away.

  “Have you had anal sex before, Marisol?” His voice was gentle.

  She shook her head. “No, Ellis.”

  “Then we’ll go slow and be very careful.”

  Did he intend to do that tonight? Was she truly ready for all this?

  He kept his finger in her asshole as he returned to using his tongue on her pussy and clit. When he inserted two fingers into her wet slit, Marisol moaned loudly and clung to the arms of the chair as her orgasm started. It was so unexpected and intense that she couldn’t help but buck her hips toward his face and squirm under his continued licking and finger fucking.

  Even when her contractions had stopped, he kept it up for a few more minutes. When he finally stopped, he removed his fingers and wiped them on the washcloth. Then he took her hand and helped her stand up. He pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair. “You taste like heaven, Marisol. Will you do something for me?”

  “Anything.” She meant it. She’d give this man anything he wanted.

  “Be careful with that word.”

  She didn’t answer him. How could she put into words what she felt at that moment? Sure, she’d had men eat her out before, but never like that. So slowly and gently, and after they’d made her strip in front of them. And she’d never had a finger in both holes at once. It was exhilarating and she wanted more.

  “Take a seat again, Marisol.”

  She did as he asked, gazing up into his eyes.

  “Now take out my dick.”

  Marisol reached for his pants and opened them with trembling fingers. She slid them down and then slipped his boxer shorts over a slick, huge cock. Her breath caught in her throat as she wrapped her hands around it. It twitched at her touch, and she wasted no time taking as much of it into her mouth as she could fit inside.

  Ellis moaned and placed a hand on either side of her head, holding it still while she licked the shaft, swirled her tongue around the head, and closed her lips around his dick. She moved up and down his length in long, slow strokes as she gently fondled his balls with her hands.

  “That is so fucking incredible,” he whispered. He reached under her arms to play with her nipples and that only spurred her on to be even bolder. She licked his balls and wiped the head of his dick across her lips, loving the salty, musky taste of his pre-cum.

  “I can’t hold back any longer. I want to come on your face and your tits, Marisol.”

  He pulled out of her mouth and began to stroke his dick, hard and fast. “Look at me.”

  She did as he asked, and let out a loud sigh at the look of pure bliss on his face.

  “Marisol…open your mouth…”

  When she did, hot cum splashed on her tongue and cheeks, and then in between her breasts. Ellis slid his dick into her mouth and she instinctively closed her lips around it and let him push it in and out as she milked the last of his seed. He held her head still again and pushed deep into her mouth, but she didn’t mind. This was so damn sexy she’d let him do it as long as he wanted to.

  When he finally finished and pulled out, he knelt in front of her and stared into her eyes with an expression she couldn’t interpret. Then he kissed her, tongue and all. There was no way he wasn’t getting a mouthful of his own cum, and she found that so damn sexy that she slid her tongue over his and wrapped her arms and legs around his body. The kiss went on for so long that her pussy grew wet again.

  Once he released it, he glanced at the clock on the wall. “We still have an hour before dinner.” Ellis picked up the flogger and brushed the thin leather strips across her nipples. “Plenty of time to get you warmed up with this.”

  “Warmed up?”

  The look on his face was a mixture of humor and mischief. “Marisol, I’ve been thinking of keeping you prisoner here for at least a week. By the end of it I promise you’ll have had more orgasms than you can count. You won’t know your own name, and you won’t be able to walk very well. We’re going to worship each other’s bodies, and I will give you so much pleasure mixed with pain that you will be putty in my hands.”

  Marisol couldn’t stop laughing. Not because she found what he’d said hysterical, but because she was giddy with excitement and lust, and she wasn’t sure what else. He must have realized she wasn’t making fun of him, because he grinned and shook his head. “Okay. You brought this on yourself. Just remember that.”

  “What? I’m teasing, Ellis. You know that, right?”

  He draped the flogger over the back of the chair and strolled toward the cabinet again, shedding the rest of his clothes as he walked. “Oh, I know it. But you moved while I was eating you, and now you’re laughing. That just earned you additional training.”

  Marisol knew she was in for the night of her life, and she welcomed it. She admired Ellis’s toned ass as he dug in the cabinet drawer again and this time pulled out something that look like a long stick with feathers attached to one end, and leather cuffs with chains and rings on them. “What are you going to do with those?”

  He strode up to her and cupped her face. His dick was pointing straight toward her chin, already semihard again. “Marisol, whenever I hold your face like this, you will immediately turn your eyes up toward mine.”

  She did as he asked, trying not to laugh again. She wasn’t sure why she suddenly found all this so damn funny, but she realized she’d better knock it off and quickly.

  He must have noticed that she was trying to hold back another giggling fit, and he shook his head as a look of incredulity spread over his face. “I’ve brought you out of your shell-shocked state already. That’s good, but what the hell is so damn funny?”

  “I honestly don’t know, Ellis. I’m sorry. I’m just so…overwhelmed…and happy.”

  His gaze softened. “Okay, then. I’ll let you get out all that pent-up emotion tonight. But that explanation still won’t get you out of this.” He let go of her face and pulled her to her feet, and then told her to put her hands behind her back. When she did, he fastened a leather cuff around each wrist and buckled them together.

  Marisol struggled to take a full breath. She’d never been restrained before. It was both arousing and frightening at the same time. Ellis retrieved a black bag from next to the cabinet and placed the other cuffs, the lube, the condoms, the feather contraption, and the flogger
into it. He flung it over one shoulder, and then he placed his hands on her shoulders from behind and told her to walk.

  He led her through a door into a bedroom, complete with a massive four-poster bed against one wall. The colors were rich and bold, just as they’d been in the other room. They didn’t stop walking until they reached a full-length mirror hanging on the wall next to his bed.

  Her gaze kept shifting toward the bed, and of course he could see that in the mirror. There was a large black bolster on top of the comforter. It curved in two places and was covered in what looked like fur. It had rings on the sides and at the bottom. She’d never seen anything like it and couldn’t stop trying to stare at it.

  Did he sleep with that thing on his bed, or had he placed it there this morning, hoping she’d end up in this room with him? That thought sent fresh passion coursing through her body.

  “Don’t worry,” he whispered close to her right ear. “You’ll be on it soon.” Did he mean the bed or that black thing?

  He quickly lit candles around the room then stood behind her again. He towered over her frame, so he was able to watch every emotion cross her face. Ellis gazed at her reflection for a long time, his eyes moving from her hair down to her feet, and then he reached around and cupped her breasts.

  “Here’s what I’m going to do, Marisol.” He kneaded her breasts in his hands and she couldn’t stop the moans from escaping her throat. Watching him play with her boobs in the mirror was so much more arousing than if she’d simply been standing in front of him.

  “I’m going to drape you over that wedge and secure your legs to it. Your arms will remain behind your back, but you won’t be uncomfortable.” He twisted her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and she cried out as the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure raced across her body.

  “I’ll make sure your body is supported and that nothing is too tight or hurts. And then I’m going to flog your lovely ass until I’m sure you can’t take one more swat. I’ll also tease you with the tickler, to give you a break. Do you remember your safewords?”