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SIZZLE

 

An Ellora's Cave publication written by

 

SAHARA KELLY

MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-414-0

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© Copyright Sahara Kelly, 2003.

 

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Edited by Jennifer Martin

Cover Art by Sahara Kelly

 

Warning:

 

The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. SIZZLE has been rated NC17, erotic, by three individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view this ebook are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…

 

 

 

Prologue

Senior Prom night, eleven years ago…

 

Dylan Sinclair was naked.

Totally, gorgeously naked.

Well, as naked as a senior could be with his pants round his ankles, a beer can in one hand and the Winters twins all over him.

His body was a work of art. Finely sculpted muscles were starting to ripple across his chest and abdomen and there was not a doubt in Susanna Chalmers' scientifically oriented mind that the cock standing proudly away from its nest of curling dark hair was one splendid example of masculinity.

Not that she'd had much chance to run a comparison study. But oh my, what a baseline sample he'd make.

He was unquestionably the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, even with his pants hobbling him.

And she bloody well shouldn't be seeing him now.

Dylan Sinclair. Dynamite Dylan, Dylan the Doll, Darling Dylan, Mr. Sin, all those silly names girls bestowed on boys they thought were gods. And here she was, as silly as the rest of them, mouth gaping at him as if he were a dream come true.

He'd come to this secluded corner of the stadium where she was hiding. Of course he didn't know she was there, trying to find someplace where she didn't stick out like a sore thumb. A spot where she didn't have to see pitying glances from her classmates. A little hidey-hole for the girl that got straight A's but didn't have a boyfriend, just a "friend" who had left her alone as soon as they'd arrived.

Yes, Dylan Sinclair had come to this spot, but not alone, and not with Dixie Carmichael, the busty blonde he'd brought to the prom. Susanna pressed further back into the darkness of her hiding place, praying they wouldn't look too closely into the shadows behind the bleachers.

Katy and Kiki Winters had already hit the spiked punch by the looks of things, because their dresses were dangling from their fingertips, and their lingerie almost non-existent.

They giggled as they dropped what was left of their clothes and turned to attack Dylan. He laughed and raised the beer to his lips as they stripped him of his pants and freed him from the tangle around his feet.

Tumbling onto the piles of clothing, Dylan pulled them down with him, his mouth suckling eager breasts, hands seeking, stroking, tugging and caressing.

The giggles turned to moans under her fascinated gaze.

Dylan paid attention to Kiki's nipple and apparently Kiki liked it. Her face contorted and she gasped.

His hand slid down Katy's stomach into her fluffy mound of springy curls. Susanna was close enough to see his fingers pressing right into Katy's body and hear the sounds of pleasure they both made.

She watched, unable to look away, as his cock grew to astonishing proportions, the low light catching on a tiny bead of moisture bubbling from its tip.

"C'mon girls, don't make me do all the work," he growled softly, tugging on one breast with one hand and rubbing a soaking cunt with the other.

"Oh Dylan…"

"Mmm, Dylan…"

The voices flowed across the space between her and the writhing threesome and touched something deep inside her. Her own nipples were hard and aching and she could feel her panties getting wet and cool against her heated flesh.

She tried to suppress a squirm as one of the twins moved down and took Dylan's cock between her hands, running her tongue up and down as he continued to play with the nearest breast.

She gasped as she found she'd lifted her skirt and slid one hand down inside her underwear and her cold fingers were even now mimicking his as she stroked herself in silence.

A slurping sound came from one twin who was now energetically sucking Dylan's cock and making his hips thrust upwards. She was straddling his thigh and rubbing her body against his muscles as she moved.

The other moaned and writhed as his hand continued its ceaseless rhythm against a sensitive clit.

Susanna echoed the rhythm and for one precious moment felt herself a part of the group, one of the naked, writhing, heaving bodies, experiencing the thrilling touch of flesh on flesh.

The air turned hot around them, the moans becoming grunts and gasps as they sought their goal.

One twin rolled onto her stomach, trapping Dylan's hand beneath her. Her hips rotated as she ground herself onto his fingers. The other was lowering her head from his gleaming cock to his balls, where she extended her very long tongue and swept them with long strokes.

Susanna remained hidden, but a car suddenly turned in the distant parking lot, sweeping her with its headlights.

At that second, Dylan opened his eyes and stared into hers.

Her world faded down to a pair of gold-flecked hazel irises almost filled by the inky black pupils that were dilating as his climax approached.

His gaze never wavered as her hand continued to stimulate herself, and the girls writhed around him.

The moment became surreal as she felt her orgasm break, jerking her body into waves of silent pleasure.

She held his gaze as she withdrew her hand.

He gave a deep sigh that was half a groan as he came, spurting over one of the twins and thrusting his cock high into her hands.

Incredibly, he still held her gaze.

He winked.

She stumbled to her feet and ran, heedless of the noise she made, the fact that she'd left one shoe somewhere on the football field, or that her neglected date might wonder what had become of her. She just ran.

Ran from the image of Dylan, naked and writhing with two women all over him.

Ran from his groans as he came in spurts over soft skin.

Ran from the knowledge that she wanted it to be her hand stroking his cock, her body naked all over him.

Ran from the absolute conviction that it would never happen, and ran from the pain that the thought inflicted on her heart.

Eleven years later, she was still running.

 

 

 

Chapter 1

The present…

 

"So, in conclusion, I'd like you all to think about how important it is to communicate fully with your chosen partner. Only by sharing your feelings with and about each other can you explore the true potential that lies in such a wonderful meeting of the minds."

Dr. Susan Chalmers glanced over the fifteen to twenty people in the small lecture hall with a polite smile as she wrapped up her lecture.

"How about sex?"

The deep male voice slid through the room like honey, but Dr. Chalmers was well used to interruptions of such a nature. Two years in an advanced program on Public Speaking had taught her well.

"Not tonight, I have a headache."

The snappy retort earned her a big laugh, a polite round of applause and the general murmur of the crowd as they gathered their belongings and moved on.

"I have an aspirin."

Susan looked up from her papers as the voice came again.

She narrowed her eyes against the glare of the fluorescent lights, trying to see who was speaking. She pushed her tortoiseshell reading glasses more firmly up against the bridge of her nose.

"The lecture for this evening is over. Perhaps you'd care to sign up for one of our other available dates."

"No."

He neared the low podium, a tall figure, and familiar somehow.

"No?"

"No. When we date it will be without the benefit of an audience or a sign-up sheet."

Dr. Chalmers' mouth fell open and she got her first good look at the man staring at her.

"I…I…" she floundered, completely off balance as she glimpsed his eyes.

Hazel, with flecks of gold, they were familiar eyes. But the rest of him was a stranger. At least she thought he was. There was something about him that was setting off alarms in her gut. And a few other places.

"Dr. Chalmers, isn't it? Dr. Susanna Chalmers?"

He closed the distance between them, bringing an inexplicable wave of heat with him.

"Susan Chalmers, actually," she answered without thinking.

"Oh no, that's wrong…" His gaze stroked her face and she was horrified to feel a blush creeping beneath the surface of her skin.

"I beg your pardon, that is my name…"

"No it's not. You're not a Susan, all buttoned up in your neat suit with your little brooch guarding your secrets…"

He flicked the collar of her crisp white blouse, fastened at the neck with a tasteful cameo. It was paired with her tidiest gray pinstripe pantsuit. The entire ensemble screamed elegant and informed academia.

But not, apparently, to him.

"It would appear that you are suffering a misconception. I am Dr. Susan Chalmers. Now, you'll have to excuse me, as I must finish my notes and make sure the room is cleared. The lecture is over."

This acerbic little speech was designed to end the conversation, and was emphasized by Susanna turning her back and rustling her papers.

Suddenly she felt a heat down her spine.

Two strong arms slid down either side of her to the table, trapping her between him and her laptop.

"You're Susanna. Susanna Chalmers. You may hide it, button it down, lash it into tight little knots…" his nose brushed the neat coil of hair at the nape of her neck, "…and talk knowledgeably about the value of interpersonal communication and sharing…"

His breath fluttered the air around her neck and she felt a shiver begin somewhere near her knees and travel upwards to her breasts. Unbelievably, her nipples were hardening beneath their practical covering of white cotton.

"But you and I know better, don't we, Susanna?"

She tried to straighten, to put a little steel back into the spine that was threatening to turn into a Moebius strip just from the nearness of this man.

"You and I know that men and women need more from a relationship than a few good chats. You and I know that fucking is one of the best methods of communication there is…"

The heat was spreading to her loins and she knew she was starting to dampen her matching white cotton panties.

"Getting hot and sweaty…getting naked and rubbing against each other. Learning little places that scream to be licked and other places that want to be nibbled on. Having fun, Susanna…"

This was awful. This was dreadful.

"Being able to share something with someone who doesn't require conversation. Sometimes it doesn't even require contact. Not physical contact anyway…"

This was against every precept she'd embraced during her education and career. He was invading her personal space and reducing her lectures to irrelevancy.

And if he stopped, she'd kill him.

She closed her eyes.

"I'll be outside in the parking lot waiting, Susanna. We're going to have a drink together, and you're going to tell me the story of how you ended up giving lectures on unreal topics to uninterested people, and looking like the president of the virgin-of-the-month club."

She drew in a deep breath to rebut all of his statements, but in the next second his arms were gone.

"And I'm going to see if the girl I remember is still around someplace…"

She turned, frowning.

"So, what do you think? Is she still there? Will she come out for a drink with me?"

Susanna gaped as a wickedly smiling pair of eyes ran up and down her body.

"So, whaddya say? Want to come with me, Sizzle?"

The color drained away from Susanna's face as she heard that dreaded school nickname for the first time in over ten years.

Before she could refuse, before she could shout any of the twenty-nine things that were jostling in her brain, he'd turned to leave.

"It's the black Jeep. I'll park near the steps…"

He pushed the steel door open and glanced back at the dumbstruck woman leaning against the desk.

Dylan Sinclair winked.

 

* * * * *

The bar was subdued, reflecting the fact that it was a Tuesday night. There were plenty of empty tables near the dance floor, but that wasn't what Dylan wanted.

He wanted a booth.

Somewhere where he could sit close to Sizzle Chalmers and feel the heat of her thigh next to his.

He was still in shock that she was actually here, allowing him to steer her between the tables toward the quieter section of the large room.

It had been a gamble, coming on strong to her like that, but he'd had no choice. From the moment he'd walked into that lecture hall and seen her standing there discussing who-knew-what, all rational thought had fled from his brain and graciously allowed his cock to step into the vacant space.

She'd given him a couple of nasty moments when she'd formally introduced herself to him at the door of the Jeep, but he'd teased her out of the pretense.

"Yes, I'm Dylan Sinclair, and you're Sizzle Chalmers. As if either of us could forget."

She clenched her jaw and gave him a tight smile, saying nothing in response. She didn't realize that the little squirm of her hips spoke volumes to him.

He wanted this woman so badly he could taste it. He wanted to taste her.

He wanted her naked and sprawled beneath him, on top of him, beside him, upside down on her head if need be, anything to get inside her. With his cock. And his fingers. And definitely his tongue. And perhaps his toothbrush.

He shook his head a little, trying to clear away some of the sexual fog that had settled between his ears.

She was sliding across the leather bench and smiling politely at the waitress.

"We'll take a couple of drafts," he said, automatically.

"Um…sorry. I don't drink. Could you make that a diet soda?"

"Sure," said the waitress losing interest in Susanna as she got a good look at Dylan.

"Anything else, honey?" She smiled widely, leaving Susanna in no doubt of the kind of service she could expect with Dylan as an escort.

"That'll do it for now, thanks."

He slid into the booth beside her. Close beside her.

She inched away.

He inched towards her.

"Will you stop?"

"Stop what, Sizzle?"

"Don't call me that…" She all but spat the words at him. "I hated it then and I still hate it now."

"But why?"

"Why? Why did I hate being called that stupid name?"

"Yes. Why."

"Well, I'll tell you why," she hissed.

"Good. I want to know. That's why I asked."

Befuddled, she blinked. "Stop it. You're confusing me."

"Good again."

Susanna closed her eyes as if in pain.

Dylan grinned to himself and decided to give her a little slack. Enough to let her think she was back in control.

He leaned away from her against the back of the booth and accepted his glass from the waitress.

"You want to take care of that now or start a tab, honey?"

"Run us a tab, would you…Babs?" He couldn't help but notice her nametag tipping drunkenly over one large breast.

He heard Susanna's indrawn breath and bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning. She was aware of him. No matter what her mind was telling her, her body knew what it wanted and didn't like the thought of sharing it.

"You got it, babe." Babs left with a nod.

Susanna tapped her foot on the floor and carefully unwrapped her straw, rolling the paper into a neat coil.

"How's your soda, Sizzle?"

China blue eyes clashed with hazel ones. "You know, high school has been over and done with for many years. Some of us have actually grown up during the intervening period."

"No, really?" God, he loved yanking her chain and watching her eyes spit fire. Soon, very soon, he was going to coax those eyes into blazing with an orgasm to end all orgasms.

He hardened underneath the table and cursed his own lack of control.

"Yes, really. I understand the adolescent need to categorize and make familiar those with whom they interact. To assign titles to those about whom they are uncertain. People like myself who didn't necessarily run with the right crowd. People like myself who also had red hair, which just cried out for some kind of nickname-"

"People like yourself who almost blew up the Chem Lab and left Mr. Simmons with no eyebrows for a year?"

A sputter of laughter chased away her anger. "Oh lord, I did, didn't I?"

"You did. Best Chem class I ever had."

"You were in my Chem class?"

"We actually shared a couple of classes early on in that semester. Then my schedule changed as the sports schedule got moved around a bit."

"Ah yes, Dylan 'The Jock' Sinclair." She grinned at him, earlier anger forgotten.

"Right. You want to talk about nicknames, I had enough of them to last a lifetime." His rueful laugh echoed around the booth.

"Yes, but they were all complimentary. I mean, 'Jock' is okay, and 'Dynamite' is downright generous. You take something like 'Sizzle', and what kind of an image does that present?"

Did she really want an answer to that question?

Apparently yes. Her bluer than blue eyes were innocently meeting his.

"Someone hot. Someone who can burn and heat a man's mind as well as his flesh. Someone who makes his lips tingle and his gut ache. Someone who has hair like an open flame and who would probably turn his bed to toast if she ever let it loose…"

Susanna's mouth hung open.

"Someone whose blue eyes have haunted me for years. Someone who knows how to get herself off as she watches me fuck…"

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Holy shit, he knew it was her.

Every ounce of self-control Susanna had developed over her college and professional career came to the fore and allowed her to remain calm while sitting next to Dylan after his outrageous statement.

"I haven't a clue what you're talking about."

She spoke what had to be the biggest lie of her life without batting an eyelash. Of course, the fact that her conscience was hyperventilating and had its hand clapped over its mouth in horror was quite incidental.

"No?" The word stroked up her spine like cold fingers, bringing a shiver to her body and incidentally hardening her nipples beneath their serviceable cotton covering.

Then Dylan smiled.

A wickedly enchanting and arousing twist to the lips that took his mouth up more on one side than the other and made him look like a cross between a repentant little boy and someone who could go from zero to orgasm in less than six seconds.

She was lost. She did not, however, reveal it by so much as a twitch. She daintily sipped her soda, ignoring her sweaty palms, her aching breasts and the fact that her underwear was now approaching the "soak" cycle.

In her clinical opinion, she would certainly qualify as aroused.

In her personal opinion she was horny as hell and it wouldn't have taken much encouragement to rip Dylan's clothes off right here, right now. With her teeth.

In her conscious mind, she was horrified.

"I'm sorry, Dylan, you lost me there. Another school reference, I presume?"

She was extraordinarily proud of the level tones she had produced to answer his question. She also thought she might have just ruptured a portion of her diaphragm.

"Sizz…sorry, Susanna, that was the hottest night of my life. Ever."

Dr. Susan Chalmers raised one eloquent eyebrow in a gracefully controlled move.

Susanna Chalmers, a.k.a Sizzle Chalmers, wanted to squirm under the table and hide there for a millennium or so.

"Prom night? In the stadium, over by the bleachers?"

Susanna shook her head, managing not to go for overkill by batting her eyelashes innocently.

"Me and the twins, whatever their names were, and you with your wide blue eyes…"

Susanna allowed herself a little chuckle.

"Oh Dylan, time will play tricks with one's memory, won't it? You'd never have asked me to go anywhere with you, especially not if the twins were involved."

There. That was neat, truthful, and got her off the hook.

"I didn't ask you, Sizzle, you were there. Watching, playing, sharing with us but doing it by yourself."

Susanna maintained her "I can't imagine what you're talking about" expression, while sipping her soda. It tasted like plasterboard and went down just about as easily. She restrained the urge to cough.

"It was a warm night…" Dylan apparently felt the need to reminisce in detail. Oh shit.

"Dylan, these old school stories, I-"

"Bear with me. This one affected my life."

She snapped her mouth closed, staring at him in amazement.

"I'd certainly been into the beer, that much I remember. And the twins…what were their names? The ones with the big-um-well, you know them, Kooky and Kitty Summers or something…"

"Katy and Kiki Winters."

"See? You do remember." Dylan grinned as he obviously felt he'd scored a point. "We were getting naked, as I recall, which those two were known to enjoy doing at the drop of a football, I might add. It was kinda fun, you know? Two of them, one of me?"

Susanna nodded sagely. "Very common male fantasy. Especially at the height of male adolescent hormonal levels. Late teens, early twenties. Lots of enthusiasm, lots of testosterone. The ability to fantasize about experiences which have yet to become linked to any emotional involvement." She grasped at her repertoire of professional techniques and hoped for a lightning bolt to hit the bar. Very soon.

Dylan pursed his lips. "Thank you Doctor."

"Well, it's quite true. No getting around it. The male fantasy of one man being serviced by two women is so common that it forms the basis for a good number of pornographic movies, not to mention erotic literature."

"And what, pray tell, do you know about pornographic movies and erotic literature?"

"My dear Dylan," she laughed, allowing a slight note of condescension to creep into her voice, "I am a relationship counselor. A therapist for involved couples. It has been necessary for me to research many areas of interpersonal communication, and occasionally, pornographic movies can help. I don't recommend them too often, however."

"Did you enjoy them?"

Damn, he could fluster her. "I watched a few with the intent of seeing if they could encourage couples to be more at ease with each other on a variety of personal levels. I did not watch them to critique the plot, production value or performance. Enjoyment didn't come into it." She closed her mouth with a snap.

"So you didn't feel the need to slip your hand inside your panties, like you did on prom night?"

Susanna slanted an incredulous gaze at him. Her heart was doing leaps all over her ribcage and her gut was churning. If he didn't get off this subject soon, she was going to get up and go. Or stay seated and come. It was a toss-up, which would happen first.

"You didn't get all hot and bothered by those movies, like you did when you spied on me and the twins?"

"I wasn't spying!" She couldn't help it. She spat out the denial before she realized what she was admitting.

Dylan leaned back with a look of satisfaction on his face. "Now we're getting somewhere."

Susanna bit her lip and sipped her soda, mentally flaying herself for her stupidity.

"I have to share something here, Sizzle." Dylan's expression wasn't the triumphant grin Susanna had expected, but more an intense and penetrating gaze that bore down to her toes and did nice things to her hot spots on its way. "That experience, you watching me and taking your pleasure as the twins brought me mine, was the most erotic moment I've ever had. Ever. In the past eleven years, nothing I've done has come close."

Susanna snorted. Fortunately she'd swallowed her soda so she didn't disgrace herself with a stream of reprocessed liquid. She had improved a little since high school. But not much.

"You, Dylan Sinclair, are-if you'll pardon my rather non-professional opinion-full of shit."

 

* * * * *

He had her. In his sights, under his cross hairs, right where he wanted her. Almost.

There were a few minor details, like she was still wearing clothes, they were in a public place not his bed, and he hadn't got his mouth on her breasts yet, but they were little incidentals that could be taken care of in moments.

Oh, he had to get her to let that hair down, too. He wanted that really badly.

From the hair on her head to the hair between her legs was a very minor leap of logic and he wondered if it was as red as the fire shining under the bar lights or a darker shade. Did it curl tight or was it loose and soft? Or, horror of horrors, did she shave? He liked a nice bald pussy as much as the next guy, but it would be a complete denial of all he held sacred if she lopped off a brilliant thatch of hair that would frame her soft pink cunt so perfectly.

It was his turn to shift uncomfortably in his seat. If he got any harder, she'd think they were being visited by spirits or something, because he was rigid enough to lift the table in front of him. Without using his hands.

"I may be full of shit, but you were there. I watched you and you watched me. I saw your eyes widen and your mouth open on a silent moan as you touched yourself. I knew what you were doing. Damn it, Sizzle, I could practically smell you."

She snorted again. He was rather coming to like that endearing little sound. He wondered if she'd make it when he pulled her buttocks up against him and took her from behind.

He closed his eyes momentarily in case they were rolling back in his head. With his luck she'd think he was having a seizure, and have him in an ambulance before he knew it.

"You are, as I said before, full of it, Dylan. You and the Winters twins were obviously having a fun time, and couldn't possibly have known I was there. I couldn't move, or say anything; it would have been too embarrassing for words. As soon as I could, I left. End of story."

Neat and tidy. And the biggest crock he could remember hearing since his cable company had promised him one hundred and forty-six exciting channels for his viewing pleasure.

"Sizzle, I watched you. Not the twins, not their boobs, nor anything else they did. It was you. Your eyes, sparkling blue lights…getting wider as I got harder, and I got harder as they got wider. Was it because I was being watched?"

Susanna refused to answer such a provocative question.

"Well, I thought it might be. So I tried it again. But no go."

"You tried…you mean you made lo…with people…what…?"

"For a professional, you stutter a lot, don't you?"

"I have to say I was not expecting quite such a personal confession, Dylan," said Susanna, admirably recovering her poise.

It was a facade, of course. Dylan knew that. He really could smell her body next to his. She was getting so turned on it was fun to watch her fight it. He hid his grin.

"I tried a lot of things, Sizzle. It was college, and hey, what's college for, right?"

"How about getting an education?" she snapped.

"Oh I did, honey, I can assure you I did." This time the grin was quite open. Susanna closed her eyes in disgust. "I got my Master's in Engineering and my Doctorate in fucking."

"I'll bet," she sniffed, unimpressed.

"And I may have qualified for a Minor in Unusual Sexual Practices."

Susanna's eyebrow quirked up and Dylan quelled a smirk of satisfaction. Gotcha!

"Define 'unusual'…"

She'd always been curious, that much he could remember. An overriding fascination with the need to know. It was why she'd been an Honor Roll student while he'd been a student on a roll, and why their paths had never really crossed in high school. But she'd always been there, in the back of his consciousness, like an ember just waiting its time to burst into flame. Damn, it must be her tightly pulled back red hair-he was thinking in fire metaphors. Not good.

"Well, a little to the left of 'run of the mill' but a far cry from deSade," he answered, watching her eyes.

They widened slightly as she considered his words.

"So, will you have dinner with me?" Dinner wasn't what he wanted, of course, but saying 'would you have lusty, unbridled sex with me that will probably last at least three days and might well put us both in traction," might not go over too well. At least, not yet.

"No."

"No?"

"That's correct. No. Thank you for the invitation, but no, I won't have dinner with you." Susanna closed her lips firmly, ending the conversation. She thought.

"Why?"

"Why?"

"That's correct, why won't you have dinner with me?"

"Probably because you do things like that."

"Like what?" Dylan gave her his best innocent blink.

"Start very annoying conversations like this."

"I didn't start it, you did. By saying no when I invited you to dinner."

"I didn't start it, you did, by asking me to dinner in the first place."

"But if you'd said yes, then we could have moved on to when and where and if you needed panties or not…"

Susanna gave up and burst into laughter, the first real laugh Dylan had heard from her. He was charmed.

She laughed from her gut, letting her joy spill out into the room and inviting others to share.

"I give up."

"Now those words are music to my ears." Dylan leered wickedly at her. "Saturday?"

"Can't."

"Can't or won't?" Please don't let her say she has a date already.

"Can't. Unless…" She tapped a fingernail on her lips sending a very nice warm flood of arousal through Dylan and straight to his cock, which was throbbing quietly against the fabric of his pants. He ignored it.

She straightened against the back of the booth, sipped her soda, put it down with a plunk and looked him in the eye.

"I'm not sure if seeing each other is a good idea, Dylan. However…"

Thank god, there's a "however" to this, he thought, itching to feel that fingernail tapping his lips. Or other places.

"On Saturday night I will be attending a seminar given by Dr. Jonas Allen, the noted therapist and couples intervention specialist. His lectures are sold out months in advance, his books are becoming hot sellers, and I was very lucky to get a ticket because he limits the numbers of his audience. The ticket says couples only, but I was going to ignore that, of course, being a professional in the same field."

"Of course," Dylan answered dryly. He had an awful feeling about what might be coming next.

"Well, how about we attend together?"

Damn. He'd known it. Two hours of sitting listening to some new-age wiener ramble on about some idiotic psycho-babbling theories on relationships, when all he wanted to do was cement this one with a hearty helping of his cum and her juices. Mixed. Together. Several times.

He sighed.

"Sounds like a plan to me." If it'll get me closer to you, Sizzle, I'll go for it.

"Excellent. I'll pick you up at six forty-five if you give me an address?"

She was gathering her things. She was going to leave. This was not acceptable.

"How about I pick you up? This may be a brave, new millennium but I still kind of like the old-fashioned way. You remember, the bit where the guy picks up his date at her door? Chocolates, corsage, stuff like that?" Dylan raised his eyebrows at her.

"Well, I don't know if we should, strictly speaking, call this a date." She had her bag clutched under one arm and was already sliding out of the booth.

Stifling a curse, Dylan tossed some money onto the table and followed her as she almost ran for the door.

"Hey, it's going to be Saturday night and we are going out someplace together. Dinner or a seminar, I still think it's a date."

"Well, that's just semantics."

Dylan opened the door of the Jeep for her before she pulled the handle off in her haste, and hurried around to the driver's side, anxious not to lose the thread of the conversation.

"Semantics is not the best argument. A date is a date, Susanna. Two people, usually one male and one female, spend time together as a result of choice. That's a date."

"Well, it could also be viewed as two people enjoying an evening together regardless of gender. Sharing a similar experience, so to speak."

"Hmm. So by saying 'date' you regard that as putting a sexual connotation on the evening?"

"Well, it's certainly not the same as saying 'let's go to the mall together' or something, is it?"

"You think going anywhere with me on a date would be sexual, but going to the mall with me wouldn't?"

"I…well…I didn't…" she stuttered slightly as she struggled for words.

Taking pity on her, he pulled up next to her car.

"We're here, Susanna. I'll wait and make sure you get into your car okay. Want me to follow you home?"

"Good lord, no. I'm not far from here and it's all main roads. But thanks for the offer, and the soda."

He reached out his hand and stopped her as she turned to open the door. He felt the warm skin of her neck beneath his palm.

"Oh-one more thing Susanna…"

She turned to him, eyes wide, shining a clear blue in the dashboard lights.

"Any time you spend with me will be sexual…"

He pulled her toward him as he moved to the center of the car.

Their lips met in a heated rush, she on an intake of air, he on a surge of need so great it nearly blew his shoes off.

Their moans were nearly identical.

He slanted his mouth firmly over hers and urged her lips apart with his tongue. For a few seconds he was terrified that she wouldn't respond, but suddenly she melted in his arms, opened her lips and welcomed him.

He slid into a totally new kind of heaven.

Angels were singing, bells were ringing, and the sweetest mouth he'd ever tasted was sucking his tongue inside.

He could feel shivers running through the woman he was devouring, and knew she was struggling with the need to get into closer contact with him. He cursed the shift lever.

He wanted her bare breasts against him in the worst way and couldn't stop his hand from sliding inside her jacket to feel her warmth.

Her nipple was marble hard beneath his fingers, standing proud beneath the soft shirt and bra. She was damn near clad in armor, and impossible to undress, even for his skilled fingers. The portion of his brain that dealt with such things gave up, sat down and sobbed.

She sighed into his mouth, letting her hands stroke his neck and sift his hair through her fingers.

Her breast swelled into his hand and she arched her back even more as if to give him greater access.

A little sound struggled through their kiss as he fondled her, gently sliding his thumb across the tiny peak.

Suddenly, she wrenched herself away.

"Oh my god, what am I doing?" A look of absolute horror passed across her face.

"Having a very nice time kissing me?" asked Dylan mildly, ignoring the overwhelming urge to tip the seat back, rip her clothes off and fuck her on the spot. Repeatedly.

"Yes, but…I mean I don't ever…I never…" A blush was starting to turn her creamy skin bright pink, and Dylan sighed.

"Well you should. You're a very good kisser. But I have a feeling that that particular portion of this evening's entertainment is concluded. Am I right?"

Seeing as Susanna was now plastered against the passenger door and as far away from him as she could get without actually hanging out of the window, that wasn't an unwarranted assumption.

"I…um…thank you for the soda and…everything."

"You're welcome. More for the everything than the soda, though." Dylan grinned unrepentantly. "So-six forty-five on Saturday?"

"I…well, yeah. Sure."

Internally, Dylan heaved a sigh of relief. He hadn't scared her off.

"I'll be there. And hey…Sizzle?"

She turned as she slid out of the car.

"Bring your lips. We have to do this some more."

Susanna gave him a quick uncomfortable smile and shook her head. She practically ran to her car.

Dylan Sinclair grinned. Life, as he knew it, was about to change for the better thanks to one fiery redhead and one dull seminar. He'd have to think of a few ways to liven it up.

Humming to himself, Dylan watched as Susanna's car pulled out of the lot. He'd follow her home anyway, but give her a couple of car lengths for privacy. It was going to be a long few days until their Saturday "date", but he figured he'd make it. Knowing that he'd be seeing her again would be incentive enough.

Thinking about a way to seduce her out of her frosty little cocoon would just be icing on the cake, even if it did mean spending a little extra time in the shower. He glanced down at the hard bulge distorting the front of his pants.

Okay, maybe quite a bit of extra time in the shower.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Susanna Chalmers was in the shower. Again.

She was starting to wonder if she'd have scrubbed herself raw by the time Saturday night rolled around, but she couldn't help it.

Clinically, she guessed she might be trying to wash away what she viewed as her fall from grace in the front seat of a car.

Personally, it might have also had something to do with the erotically stimulating massaging showerhead she'd bought recently.

She had to smile as she remembered her assistant's recommendation.

"Sweetie, you'll love it. The Tubmate II is guaranteed…" and she'd said it with a real southern drawl, "…guar-on-teeeeed to make you shiver. No therapist should be without one. I mean, what a recommendation for exploring a relationship. Three in the water, a guy, a gal and a Tubmate II. Whew. It boggles the mind."

Sylvia had fanned herself with a sheaf of papers.

Susanna had laughed and agreed she'd look into it.

She was now looking into it. Or, to be accurate, looking at it.

Setting it on "low pulse", her personal favorite, Susanna leaned back against the wall and raised her leg, putting her foot gently on the ledge surrounding her bath.

The showerhead went to work and Susanna's mind went happily off on some fantasies, most of which involved one handsome-as-sin guy, and his tongue. And his hands.

Oh, and mustn't forget those glittery hazel eyes.

Would he be as good in bed as she'd remembered everyone saying? The girls had "oohed" and "aahed" over him before they knew anything about sexual expertise.

He might just be a well-hung stud, out for a good time. Some women thought that size, good looks and stamina were all it took to make a sexual superhero.

She, Dr. Susanna Chalmers, knew better.

A true sexual superhero required finesse, skill, caring, and technique, along with size, good looks, stamina and hazel eyes.

Well, the hazel eyes bit was a personal preference, of course.

She groaned as the pulsing spray caressed her clit.

A true sexual superhero would know that she liked her nipples tugged a tiny bit, not to the point of pain, but just enough to send that wonderful shot of electricity to her cunt.

Her free hand slid up her torso to a waiting breast. There-just like that.

She felt her juices begin to mingle with the warm water cascading down her inner thighs and moved slightly to open herself even more to the delicate pounding.

He'd need to have a good and talented mouth, too.

She drifted on her own sensual haze, imagining a dark head between her thighs and those hazel eyes gazing at her from over her mound as he learned her secrets.

The pounding on her clit became a teasing, tantalizing, not-quite-enough urge.

She quickly upped the speed and closed her eyes again, moving the showerhead nearer now.

God, she was actually considering sex with Dylan Sinclair. It would, at least, lay a few old ghosts to rest. And it seemed that he wanted her, if that kiss they'd shared was anything to go by.

She'd noticed his erection, of course. She was a trained professional and paying attention to the sexual signals people gave off was her job.

But knowing this one was for her and her alone had been a new kind of thrill.

She imagined how it would feel, caressing her clit.

The water was working, and her breath was starting to come in harsh gasps. She had one last vision of a strong body pressed against hers and a hard cock sliding deep into her warmth as the showerhead lived up to its "guar-on-teeeee" and shoved her over the edge.

She came with a loud gasp, dropping her leg and pressing her thighs together to ride out the spasms.

A few moments later she sighed and reached for the shampoo.

Saturday couldn't come fast enough.

 

* * * * *

"So, what are you going to wear tonight?" Sylvia poked her head in around the door.

The question came out of left field for Susanna, who was trying to get caught up on her patient files and lecture notes before finishing up her Saturday morning office hours.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, clothes? Those things that keep you warm and dry? The things that hang in your closet, or in my case, sleep on the floor? The things you have to take to the cleaners now and again because they don't like coffee spilled on them?"

Susanna blinked.

"I hadn't thought about it."

Sylvia sighed.

"You have a date with Mr. Hottie, the same Mr. Hottie you've lusted after since high school, and you haven't thought about what to wear? Susanna, you are not a normal woman."

"This is not a date. I told you he was simply accompanying me to the seminar. And I probably shouldn't have told you that much. Now you'll be wanting to know every single detail." She sighed. "I have not lusted after him since high school either. It was a simple crush. Perfectly explainable given our circumstances."

For some reason, Susanna blushed.

"Riiiiight. The circumstances being you female, him male?"

"No. The circumstances being me dork, him jock. Me-president of the chess club, him-martial arts all the way. Me-ungainly glasses and no breasts. Him-gorgeous eyes, good muscle tone and a cute butt. Am I getting the point across here? It was a normal, healthy crush."

"So dress nice, go have normal, healthy sex and get it out of your system."

Susanna giggled, then slapped her hand over her mouth. Respected and serious minded therapists did not giggle.

"On a first date?" She tried to sound shocked.

"You're not a virgin, you've had the hots for him for-what-eleven years now? What's to consider? Sure, on the first date."

"Well, tsk tsk, Sylvia. You know that's a really bad idea." Susanna tried to look stern as she reminded her assistant of the ground rules for interpersonal relationships. "No sex until both parties are ready for a commitment. You know that as well as I do."

Why did that stick in her throat this morning?

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. Now, real life is different, honey. Real life is where you look at the right guy and can't wait till he rips your knickers off and fills you so full you don't know where he ends and you begin. And you don't care…."

Susanna looked appalled. "You've been reading those spicy romances again, haven't you?"

Sylvia shook her head. "Look, I've been married more years than I care to remember. I love my husband and I've been faithful to him. But time marches on, and so does a physical relationship. What is good for us now, might not be the same as what was good for us when we were newlyweds. Doesn't mean I don't enjoy reading about it, just that I can't always do it anymore." She grinned at her ample thighs. "Besides, if I did the splits now, I'd probably damage something vital."

"Sylvia. We are getting into way too much information here." She stopped her friend with a raised hand.

Sylvia was not to be put off, however. "Look, I'm just saying that good sex is not always easy to find. You've been wandering around here reeking of unfulfilled lust since you met Mr. I-want-your-hands-on-me President of the Martial Arts Club again last week. For once, dress cute, let your hair down and go boink him. It'll do you a world of good."

"Excuse me, did you just say 'boink'?"

"Yup."

"That's what I thought."

"And spare me the lecture about therapy-talk. This is you and me, woman to woman. No elegant and mature professional therapist-speak. Just the facts. Go fuck him, honey. You know you want to."

Sylvia stood with her hands on her hips, grinning at Susanna.

Susanna dropped her head to the desk and moaned. "Oh god, do I ever want to…"

"Well, there you go. So. What are you going to wear? You got a thong?"

 

* * * * *

She looked like every wet dream he'd ever had, and then some. Dylan tried to keep those thoughts to himself as he picked Susanna up for Saturday night's exciting seminar.

Her sweater was the green of lime sherbet and its soft fuzzy surface invited the touch of his hand. Her long skirt was some Scottish plaid. He didn't care whether it was the authentic Chalmers tartan-it could have been Scrooge McDuck's for all he knew. All he was interested in was how it came off.

Aha. Back zip. Note taken and filed.

Long black suede boots finished her outfit, and Dylan was trying to decide if he should leave those on her or not when he realized she was staring at him.

Oh god, she'd been talking while he was off in his sensual fantasies. Worse yet, he'd been driving like that. What the hell was the matter with him?

"Are you sure you're all right?" Susanna's voice finally registered in his mind.

"Um, yeah. I'm fine. Just looking forward to the seminar." And if a bolt of lightning struck him dead as they walked through the parking lot to the hotel, it would be no more than he deserved for a lie the size of that one.

The small crowd gathered around the registration desk in the lobby of the hotel murmured politely, as only small crowds of would-be professionals can.

"Yes, excellent speaker."

"…Recommended by Dr. Franks…"

The conversation was restrained and scholarly, and set Dylan's teeth on edge.

"Are you sure about this?" He leaned closer to Susanna, seizing the opportunity to inhale her scent. It was something light and floral with a dash of woman. He liked it.

"But of course. This lecture is titled 'Research into the Influence of External Technology on a Non-Tactile Interpersonal Interaction Leading to Fulfillment'. So you see how interesting it's going to be."

"Does it come with an English translation or will there be subtitles?"

Susanna looked a tad superior. "Well, for the layman, that would mean something along the lines of a discussion on how external things, technological things-probably like computers and the internet-influence relationships between two people in their everyday life. Situations where they are together but not touching, if you know what I mean. Like a couple on a date, for example."

"Together but not touching, huh?"

"Exactly."

A movement at the head of the line snagged Dylan's attention. "Is there a chance that you and I will be watching this lecture from different sides of the hall?"

"What? No, don't be silly."

"Well, then perhaps you can explain why the female guests are going that way and the male guests are going that way…" He nodded to indicate two doors behind the registration table.

Sure enough, the female guests were exiting the foyer on one side, the men on the other.

Susanna's brows came together on a frown. "I can't understand why that would be necessary. But I'm sure Dr. Allen has a valid reason. Like I told you, he's extraordinarily well respected in the field. He has a very high success rate when it comes to counseling. And his books are top sellers."

"Ever read one?"

"Well, I…ah, now that you mention it, not actually the entire thing…"

"Hmm. How much did you read?"

Susanna blushed as they neared the table. "The jacket?"

Dylan sighed. The books were neatly presented on the far end of the table, and all featured a picture of a remarkably handsome man smiling from a variety of non-threatening poses.

He noticed several women casting yearning glances towards the photos. He supposed he could understand why. Helpful information was probably better dispensed by someone who looked like a cover model, than someone who looked like an auto mechanic.

"Dr. Chalmers. How lovely you could come-I know Dr. Allen will be very pleased to have a colleague in his group this evening. And Mr…?"

The attractive receptionist smiled at Dylan and Susanna. Especially Dylan.

"Sinclair, Dylan Sinclair."

"Lovely," murmured the woman, clearly losing her train of thought for a few moments. "Oh-here is your program, reading list, evaluation survey and a special coupon for a discount on Dr. Allen's books."

The receptionist wrenched her eyes away from Dylan.

"So if you Dr. Chalmers, will go through the ladies' area, you will be able to meet Mr. Sinclair on the floor of the auditorium. Mr. Sinclair, we ask that you go that way, please?"

The woman motioned them to the separate doors.

Raising one eyebrow Dylan sauntered off, leaving Susanna staring at the other door with a rather puzzled look on her face.

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Susanna carefully made her way onto the auditorium floor. She was about as mad as she'd ever been, mad to the point that one more drop of anger would have smoke coming out of her ears.

This was not what she'd envisioned.

This was not in her leather-bound appointment planner.

This was not supposed to happen on an evening where Dylan Sinclair was going to be sitting next to her.

This was the fact that she was practically naked.

She'd gone through the doors from the lobby and found herself in a small locker room where several women were chatting as they stripped.

Sensing her shock, another assistant had come up to her.

"You must be Dr. Chalmers. Would you come with me?" She'd been polite and smiling, welcoming Susanna and making her feel more comfortable. She'd led her to a small cubicle.

"In you go, Dr. Chalmers. Please remove all your clothing, and put on the robe you'll find inside the locker. Also the other garment-there are three sizes there, but you look like about a medium. I'd suggest trying that one first. You'll find a key in the locker door, just give it a turn and then you can bring it back to me. I'll be keeping all the keys with me this evening, so your belongings will be quite secure." She reached down and jingled her belt where a key ring held about a dozen keys already.

"I don't understand…"

"Didn't you read the program? This evening's lecture requires audience participation. Dr. Allen believes that to be able to relate to couples therapy, it is good to pretend to be a couple in need of therapy. The robes level the playing field, so to speak, and the lack of personal baggage removes any external distracting stimuli. No cell phones." She smiled conspiratorially. "Dr. Allen hates cell phones."

"Ah." Susanna chewed over that piece of information.

"When you're done just bring me the key and I'll send you on through."

Susanna had reluctantly followed directions, noticing several women passing through another door all wearing the same kind of toweling robe. Well, maybe this would level the playing field.

Sighing she hung her clothes neatly in the locker and slipped her boots in underneath.

She nearly choked when she saw the "garment" hanging on the back of the door.

Bright red, it was a thong. A lacy thong. With black bows.

It was the kind of underwear that Dr. Susan Chalmers would abhor, and the kind of underwear that Sizzle Chalmers always wanted to try but never had the nerve.

Well, it looked like tonight was going to be her chance. Slipping her cotton briefs off and folding them into a discreet little bundle, she pulled the thong up over her hips. It felt strange. Her buttocks were uncovered to the air and distracted her from the heavier weight that kept the crotch in place. She'd thought the whole thing would weigh nothing, but this seemed to be a solid garment.

Quickly, she snuggled into the terry robe, rather annoyed to find that it wasn't quite as long as she preferred. This one just brushed the middle of her thighs. She was going to have to be extraordinarily careful of how she sat down. Especially with Dylan around.

Oh god. Dylan. He was going to see her like this. And she'd know she had a thong on underneath.

A ping of sexual awareness shot through her body. She stifled it.

The thong rubbed her buttocks as she bent to close the locker and remove the key.

Another ping made her fidget as she wondered if the men had been made to change too.

She started to get mad. Surely there should have been some mention of this in the literature. What if she hadn't shaved her legs? Oh yeah, like she was going to spend the evening with Dylan Sinclair and not shave her legs.

But supposing she hadn't?

Her anger grew until it was a very tight little smile that crossed her lips as she handed over the key to the assistant.

"Right through here, Dr. Chalmers. You're in booth number seventeen."

"Booth?"

"You'll see when you get in there."

And here she was.

Teeth gritted, stride determined, Susanna Chalmers was marching past a number of booths.

And they were booths, too. They looked like trade-show leftovers, little curtained boxes facing a dais, a podium and a projection screen. Only these booths contained two recliners, upon which couples were reclining. One couple to a booth.

Privacy, yet within a communal environment.

The professional part of Susanna's mind applauded the setup and the concept. Personally, she was cringing and furious at herself for not checking this whole situation out more thoroughly.

Then she found booth number seventeen.

Dylan was waiting for her.

She stopped, stunned, at the picture he presented.

Also wearing a white robe, he was relaxed and leaning comfortably back against the recliner. He'd raised the footrest and one leg was resting on top of the other. His bare feet wiggled at her.

"Hello. Welcome to our little slice of 'interpersonal, interactive space'." He gestured to the paperwork on his lap. Obviously he'd been reading.

"Um. I probably don't need to tell you that I had no idea what was involved here." Susanna had decided that honesty was probably going to be the best way to handle this awkward situation.

"What? You mean you didn't intend for us to strip to our skivvies and spend time in a private booth listening to someone tell us how to handle our relationship?" He grinned. "I'd never have guessed. And here I was, thinking you'd hit upon the perfect way to get me naked." He wriggled. "Well, almost naked."

"Oh, did you get underwear too?" It popped out of her mouth before she could stop it. She covered her confusion by settling down carefully onto her recliner, making sure her robe met neatly and completely in front of her.

"Too?"

She sighed. "Never mind. Care to share the paperwork, so that I can have a shot at figuring out what the heck else is in store for us this evening? I might not be able to stand any more surprises."

The lights dimmed as Dylan slid a few papers across the short distance between their chairs.

"Damn. Too late."

She leaned back, trying to ignore the thong, which was subtly pressing against her cleft.

Her gaze rested on Dylan's legs, casually crossed at the ankle. His feet were strong and manly, toes slightly crooked, and with a smattering of hair. His legs were solid, and very masculine, but nicely shaped.

Her eyes traveled up, noticing that a little thigh was showing through the gap in his robe. Also firm, also hairy and also very masculine.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours…" His whisper penetrated her consciousness and brought a blush to her cheeks.

"I don't think so."

"Sure?" His hand parted his robe even more, and Susanna couldn't have turned her eyes away if a gun had been held to her head. She got a quick glimpse of black silk.

She closed her eyes before her retinas could burn out.

"Good evening friends."

The lecture had begun and Susanna offered a small prayer of thanks. The thought of Dylan in black silk underwear was stoking some inner furnaces. She struggled to find the damper and shut down the flue.

Dr. Jonas Allen claimed her attention.

An impressive figure of a man, also wearing a white robe, he was obviously at home in his surroundings, introducing his assistant with a smile and a joke about her husband.

His ideas were fascinating, touching as they did on the nature of relationships in the new age of technology, chat rooms for example, computer introductions and the changes in dynamics that such interactions permitted and in some cases encouraged.

Susanna was completely engrossed, forgetting for a little while that a hot bodied man was relaxing next to her in black silk skivvies.

"Now we come to the interactive portion of our lecture." Dr. Allen's soothing voice echoed throughout the small auditorium. "If you look to the side of your chairs, you will all see a small remote device? Ladies, please use the pink one, and gentlemen the blue. Sorry about the gender stereotyping, but you'll see in a moment why it is so important."

Susanna and Dylan located their small devices.

About the size of a box of matches, there were two buttons on the front, a large one and a small one.

Susanna looked over and, as promised, Dylan was holding the same sort of thing, only in blue.

He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she shrugged.

"Now, folks. It's time to play 'let's pretend'."

A sudden squawk came from a booth a little distance away.

"Oh oh, not too soon, please." Dr. Allen laughed. "First let's get into our mindset. You are a couple who are experiencing some sexual difficulties. The relationship started off hot, but has slipped into routine encounters. The thrill, as they say, is gone. There is even the possibility that one partner may be silently considering looking elsewhere."

Dr. Allen's voice reflected his deep concern at this situation.

"How do we, as professionals, help this couple? Should we instruct them to withhold sexual relations for a while? Tell them to try other people on for size? Or is it possible to allow them to explore each other's sexuality in a different way? To introduce the issue of control into the equation?"

Susanna frowned slightly as she considered the possibilities. She wasn't too sure about the control thing.

"Gentlemen, may I ask you to press the small button for the count of three?"

Susanna strangled a scream in her throat.

Her panties had just come alive.

For three seconds something had vibrated around her most sensitive flesh and sent a shiver up her spine.

The hubbub from the floor suggested she wasn't the only one who had been caught by surprise.

"My, my." A sly grin crept over Dylan's face as he realized what he held in the palm of his hand.

She turned her head to see him raise the remote. Before she could say a word, he pressed the button again.

She froze, unable to move as silent electronic fingers massaged her clit. It was incredible, it was embarrassing and it was arousing her rapidly.

He released the button and she sighed, torn between begging him to do it again and horror that he'd been staring at her.

"Ladies." Dr. Allen's voice cut through her haze. "It's your turn. Three seconds on the small button, please."

Fumbling, Susanna found her remote and pressed the small button. She raised her eyes to watch and see what would happen.

Dylan's mouth fell open and his robe fluttered as an erection grew steadily beneath the fabric.

She removed her finger from the button.

Well, wasn't that interesting?

She couldn't help it, she giggled.

 

* * * * *

"Oh fuck." Dylan wasn't sure if he'd said the words out loud or not. All he knew was that his underwear had suddenly shot some kind of lubricant over his dick and started massaging it. No wonder it had felt rather uncomfortable getting dressed. Now that his cock was getting a major hard-on, the fabric was tightening and swelling into a facsimile of a real snug cunt. God, it was even warming itself.

His engineering mind wondered where the hell the batteries were and what kind of safety precautions the designers had taken.

The rest of him wanted to howl.

He groaned as Susanna took her thumb off the button and he raised his eyes to see her giggle. Damn her.

He gave her two seconds of the small button.

She gasped.

He smirked and she hit the button.

Oh god.

"Ladies and gentlemen…I see you're all getting the idea behind our little devices." Dr. Allen's voice rang out over the murmurs and squeaks and groans from his audience.

"Let's discuss this further." Dr. Allen activated his own remote and his assistant squirmed. "May I suggest that you both open your robes? There is to be no touching, of course, but the sensations can be heightened with visual stimuli."

He spread his own robe apart, and Dylan saw Susanna's jaw drop open. Even Dylan had to admit that Dr. Allen was one fine looking man. And his small dark green silk g-string did nothing to hide his awesome erection.

Dylan got a little pissed. Button time.

Five seconds of the small button drew Susanna's attention back where it belonged. On him.

He spread his own robe defiantly, showing off his black silk g-string and the erection that rivaled Dr. Allen's for size.

Susanna snorted. That got her five more seconds and a glazed look in her eyes.

A movement from the dais attracted their attention and they both watched as Dr. Allen's assistant spread her robe. Magnificently naked breasts emerged, topped by hard nipples visibly reddening as her panties stimulated her.

Dylan couldn't help but turn to Susanna with a question in his eyes.

The flush in her cheeks told him all he needed to know. He quirked an eyebrow.

She slid her hands to her tie and shamelessly spread her robe apart.

Oh god. He didn't need another five seconds of the small button. She had perfect breasts, full and white, topped by dusky brown nipples. Just as a polite thank you, he decided to give her a healthy ten seconds on the small button.

Her nipples hardened even more as she bit her bottom lip.

She zapped him back and he couldn't hold back a groan as his cock was rubbed and held tight by the incredible massaging action of the fabric.

"You see now, I hope, that allowing your partner to control your physical arousal can lead to many delightful possibilities."

Dr. Allen seemed to have no trouble lecturing while sporting a major hard-on and making his very good looking assistant writhe with sexual pleasure. Dylan envied the man his focus, because he was really afraid that he was completely losing his.

Between the shudders his underwear was giving him, the sight of Susanna's breasts trembling next to him and the scent of her arousal, he was having a very hard time concentrating.

The only problem was that his cock was enjoying all this from a rather clinical perspective. What he actually wanted was the warmth of Susanna's body under his, the soft silkiness of her cunt around his cock, not a toy, and her breaths feeding his need for air.

But, hey, this was a close second.

 

* * * * *

Susanna was dying. She was completely and absolutely convinced she'd never survive this experience.

It was like every fantasy come true and yet also like every nightmare. She was almost naked, exposed in front of the man who'd haunted her dreams for years, and he was controlling her sexual arousal. And not nearly enough.

Sure, she was returning the favor-there, take that, ten seconds of the small button-but it was different for a guy. Wasn't it?

He moaned and she stared, fascinated, at his chest. His nipples were tight little buds. She hadn't realized that men could have such a reaction.

Oh god, she wanted to lick them and nibble on them. Real bad.

Something in her expression must have clued Dylan in because he slid the robe completely off his shoulders and hit the small button.

She fought against the urge to throw herself onto his recliner. And his body. Maybe she could just say she fell. Yeah right. Sorry-I slipped and my vagina accidentally fell onto your penis.

The magic fingers in her thong were sending shivers all through her body now, her juices were flowing, and she knew that she was not far from an orgasm. The words from the title of the lecture flew back into her mind…something about "Fulfillment". Oh my god. She was supposed to climax.

Nooooo. It couldn't happen. She couldn't possibly let it. This was Dylan, Dylan Sinclair, the god of high school. She could not allow herself to orgasm in front of him. He probably wouldn't care, but she would. She'd look ugly, or scream, or cry, or do something really embarrassing and turn him off forever.

"Now try the large button, folks. And then we'll wrap up the session."

Dr. Allen suited words to action and pressed the large button on his controller. His assistant appeared to levitate several inches off her chair.

Dylan did the same thing to Susanna.

"Ohmigod!" The squawk was surprised out of her as her underwear felt like a thousand tongues delved into her clit and her throbbing cunt.

She managed to hit her own large button, and was vaguely aware of Dylan next to her thrusting his hips off the chair and shouting something at her.

She fought desperately to stop her own climax. Dammit, this was not something she wanted to share at a seminar.

She struggled to her feet, but Dylan's thumb was firmly glued to the large button.

She tripped and stumbled, reaching out to the wall of the booth to catch herself. The insubstantial wall wasn't built to withstand the impact of a tumbling, half-naked, pre-orgasmic woman.

It collapsed.

It took the next one with it.

Like a row of dominoes, booths number sixteen through four collapsed, one after another, smothering the climactic screams of the couples within who were just attaining their own personal nirvanas.

Unable to fight it any more, Susanna came. Shuddering and gasping, her body spasmed and she felt strong arms go around her as she struggled to survive the experience.

Screams and groans were emerging from the chaos of cluttered screens and tubular steel supports. She closed her eyes and leaned back against Dylan as she finished her orgasm and the disaster before her assumed its true magnitude.

"Look out…"

The shout took her by surprise and turning, she stared right at a large piece of steel piping that was falling.

Falling onto her.

A blessed darkness swam across her vision and she knew no more.

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

Warmth seeped into Susanna's consciousness as she struggled to wake up. She was warm all over, and snuggled into something soft.

She was lying on her stomach, her head resting on a pillow that smelled-good. Kind of like sandalwood, herbs and Dylan. Oh god, she was even fantasizing about him in her linens.

Then she felt a hand rubbing gentle circles on her back. It was soothing, comforting and oh so wonderful.

"Mmm…" She couldn't stop the groan of pleasure.

"D'you like that?"

"Oh yeah," she sighed.

"Good." The hand continued its movements, being joined by another hand. They both stroked the length of her spine and moved from shoulders to buttocks with rhythmic pressure. The warmth penetrated the thin cotton something she seemed to be wearing.

"Oh god, Dylan, that is sooooo good." She spent a minute or so enjoying the feeling until the words she'd spoken actually contacted some kind of awareness center in her brain. The rest of which was obviously out to lunch.

Dylan.

Dylan Sinclair was rubbing her back. "Just relax…I can feel your muscles tensing. You're fine."

His words unexpectedly soothed her. She wondered why.

"Where am I?"

"Aha. Glad to see you read the right books. That's the classic first question after returning to the world of the living."

"Yes. Where am I?"

Dylan sighed. "You're at my house. We went to a seminar and during the third period a fight broke out, you came out of the penalty box and got hit with an iron strut of some kind."

"Hockey fan, are you?"

"Go, Bruins."

"Hmm. Okay-I remember the booth falling. What happened next?"

Dylan's hands kneaded her shoulders making her groan with pleasure.

"Well, you got yourself knocked out and all hell broke loose. Luckily Dr. Allen-who is a real medical doctor too, by the way-took a look at you. Your pupils were, and I quote, 'normal and responsive' so he figured it would probably be okay for me to bring you home, provided I kept an eye on you for a while. I have to make sure you don't throw up or pass out or get dizzy. Are you planning on doing any of the above?"

"I don't think so. I feel too lazy right now."

"Good. That's what I was hoping."

"Umm, Dylan?"

"Uh huh?"

"My underwear seems to have disappeared…along with my clothes. Offhand, I'd say I seem to be in bed with you. Did we…I mean did I…er…when we got home…"

A snicker from behind her stopped her embarrassed questions.

"Susanna Chalmers. I'm horrified you'd think such a thing of me. How dare you insinuate I'd take advantage of you."

"I didn't, I mean, I couldn't help wondering, you know-"

"For your peace of mind," he pushed her shoulders back down since she'd started to rise slightly, "all your belongings are here. I had the assistant get all your stuff before we came home. And yes, I did put you in one of my old shirts before I put you to bed, and yes I did remove that damnable underwear. But did I take advantage of you? Certainly not. I am not into necrophilia, even if it's with a woman who is only unconscious. I much prefer my women moving underneath me. Moving quite a bit, as a matter of fact." She could hear the grin in his voice.

"Oh." She didn't quite know whether to be glad or sorry. All Susanna knew at that moment was that Dylan's hands were working magic on her back. He couldn't know, of course, that back rubs were-in her opinion-the world's best foreplay.

She decided that for once she'd let all her inhibitions go. This was the culmination of many years of fantasizing about this man. She was in bed with Dylan Sinclair. And he was giving her a back rub. It didn't get much better.

His next move showed her that maybe it did.

"I wouldn't dream of taking advantage of a woman who couldn't feel it when I did this…"

Dylan moved slightly and nipped her buttock through the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

"Oh," she muttered, twitching a little.

"Or this…" His hands slid to her naked thighs and kneaded their way up the outside of her legs to her hips. Under the T-shirt.

"Um, Dylan?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you a back rub."

"Yes, but you're doing other things as well."

"Mmm hmm. Like them?"

"Oh yeaahhh," she sighed, unable to be anything but truthful at that moment as his warm hands were now rubbing up towards her shoulder blades and around the sides of her body to where her breasts were squished flat.

She felt him straddle her hips and lift the shirt away from her skin, bringing goose pimples as the cool air hit her flesh.

She also felt a very healthy erection press against her buttocks. She fought against the urge to thrust upwards. It wouldn't be the right thing to do, her mind argued. Her body was screaming obscenities at her mind. She closed her eyes and ignored the debate, concentrating on Dylan's marvelous hands.

"Dylan?"

"I'm here."

"Why didn't you take me home?"

"Are you nuts? I get an almost unconscious woman in a thong, and not much else, to collapse into my arms. And you wonder why she's here in my bed? Susanna…tsk tsk. And here you are, so smart and all."

She could hear the grin in his voice.

"Yeah, but you never liked me in high school." Dear god, had she said that? That steel bar must have knocked her mind clean out of her head.

"Honey, that's soooo not true."

"Really?" Sizzle Chalmers, the uncomfortable and shy senior, raised her head and asked the question. Her head swam a little and she eased it back down.

"You were a walking wet dream, sweetheart. All the guys were wondering if you'd be as hot in the sack as you were striding across the quad with an armful of books."

"You're joking, right?" Susanna's mouth had dropped open onto the pillow.

"Nope. Thing was, you were so damned smart, none of us were brave enough to try and find out. You had that particular 'look' over the top of your glasses that gave us amazing and frequent hard-ons, but then you also had the one that turned us into dirt and shriveled our boners to winkies."

Susanna sputtered into the pillow.

Dylan's hands slid down and brushed the sides of her breasts. She shuddered slightly.

"I never knew…I never meant…"

"Ssshhh…relax. That was part of your charm, I think. You never knew what that red hair and those blue eyes did to us. Not to mention these legs, which, I might add, still go on forever and make a man wonder what it would be like to have them tight around him or over his shoulders, or…"

Susanna gave a muffled squawk as her hips responded to his words. She knew she was getting really hot for this man. The back rub had started the process and his conversation was taking the whole thing to another level. She forgot about the headache that was beginning to plague her.

"Susanna," he breathed, leaning his whole body close to her. Fingers pulled and tugged at her hair and before she knew it her pins were gone and he was spreading out the fiery mass over his pillow.

"God yes…" His fingers went to the hem of the T-shirt and he pulled it up and away, leaving her naked underneath him.

She felt his heat. "Dylan," she mumbled, unsure of what she was saying. Did she want this? Did she want him?

Did she need oxygen to breathe? What headache?

Okay, so wanting this and him was really high on her list of "things-to-do-in-this-lifetime". In fact, "fuck Dylan Sinclair" was number one on that list. She realized, in a sudden intuitive flash, that it had been number one for eleven years or so.

She grinned.

Then she moved her buttocks.

She could feel Dylan jump and his cock thrust even harder into her cleft.

"If you keep that up, Sizzle…" His hands came down on her shoulders and he lifted himself as he turned her over to face him.

"If you keep that up…" she quipped, raising her hips and nudging the fine erection now tenting his sweatpants.

She rolled completely onto her back and raised herself onto her elbows to look at him.

Big mistake.

Pain rolled through her head and she raised her hand to find a sizeable lump on her hairline.

"Ow." She winced and closed her eyes.

The bed bounced as Dylan's weight shifted. "Don't move."

Moving, at this point, was not an option.

"Here…" A nudge to her arm encouraged her to open her eyes a slit. Dylan was holding out his palm with two pills on it and had a glass of water in his other hand.

"What are they?" she asked, looking suspiciously at the pills.

"Aspirin. Seriously. They'll just take the edge off that ache. You got a nasty bump there. It's bound to hurt for a while."

"But I…we…" Tears filled her eyes as she realized she'd lost her shot at finally making it with Dylan Sinclair.

"Yeah. We. I. You and me. It'll happen, honey. But just not right now. Even I'm not that much of a sex fiend."

Susanna struggled to swallow the pills and gratefully accepted the water. "So how much of a sex fiend are you?"

Dylan grinned. "You'll just have to wait and see. Now lie down and rest. It's almost Sunday and there's nothing for you to do but get rid of that headache. Okay?"

"Okay."

She lay back with a sigh and allowed Dylan to tuck the covers around her.

"Dylan?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Gosh. Maybe because I like you? I don't know. I'll have to think about it. When I decide, can I have Jimmy Thompson pass you a note in gym?"

His smile caressed her face and made her sigh with contentment. She closed her eyes against its brilliance.

"You really are the most devastating man…"

She drifted off to sleep, unaware of the lips that dropped a light kiss upon hers.

 

* * * * *

Dylan sat in the kitchen area of his townhouse and tried to read the newspaper. It was the third time he'd read that page, and for the third time he couldn't remember a single word of the editorial article in front of him.

His feet were up on his counter, his favorite tea steamed in the mug beside him, and all was as it should be. Except for one thing.

She was upstairs.

Sizzle Chalmers. The girl who'd featured in most of his masturbation fantasies from the time he'd gotten creative enough to have his own fantasies. The red hair, blue eyes and curvaceous body of the incredibly hot Sizzle Chalmers was in his bedroom.

He turned his head as he heard a sound. Okay, amend that. Sizzle Chalmers was now in his bathroom. And probably taking a shower.

There was an image guaranteed to raise his body temperature and his cock. Sure enough, the thought of Sizzle covered in lather, naked and slithery was enough to send his poor cock back onto high alert. Especially when his mind flipped to the visual of her naked body as he'd undressed her last night.

The fiery thatch between her legs had tempted him beyond belief, and burned itself into his subconscious. He'd seen it every time he closed his eyes. All he could think of was sinking his hands, his lips, his tongue and his cock deep into it and her. He reckoned it was some kind of permanent brain damage, which had resulted in a hard-on that would have done a teenager proud.

It had only taken him the last two hours to get it to settle down.

Oh, he'd dealt with it in the shower. While Susanna slept, he'd stood under the cool water, hoping the beating of the water droplets would diminish the ache. It hadn't.

He'd been forced to take matters into his own hands, so to speak, and with the image of Susanna's pussy in his mind, he'd brought himself to a savage orgasm, which had left him breathless for whole minutes.

His body, however, was dead set on betraying him, because shortly after dressing and coming downstairs to his kitchen he'd found her white cotton panties.

It was all over but the screaming. His cock was hard, his mind boiled and his palms began to sweat.

He drank some tea with a trembling hand. But even Earl Grey couldn't help this time.

He raised the white cotton to his face, and slowly inhaled. Catching sight of his reflection in his toaster, he blushed.

He looked like an idiot teenager, mooning over a crush. But the scent of Susanna had imprinted itself on his mind, and instead of throwing her serviceably ugly underwear in the trash where he considered it belonged, he folded it and tucked it away in a closet. And made a mental note to himself to replace it with black silk at the earliest opportunity. Or maybe dark green or midnight blue perhaps.

Lord, he wanted this woman. And he was going to get her too.

Whatever it took.

He folded his newspaper regretfully and rose to pour himself more tea. Hearing the shower turn off, he pulled out another mug and set it on the counter.

Before too long a cautious step sounded and Susanna walked into the kitchen.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself. How do you feel?" Susanna's eyes lowered in embarrassment.

"Like a bit of an idiot. But a clean one and my headache's just about gone. I hope you didn't mind." She gestured vaguely back up the stairs.

"Not at all. I'm glad you found your clothes." Now that was a huge lie.

"Well, I did find most of them. But there was…" she cleared her throat, "…there was one thing missing."

Dylan raised his eyebrows and nodded at the table. "If you mean those, then yeah. You won't be wearing those again, I'm afraid."

Spread over the surface of the table was an assortment of small mechanical parts, some jeweler's tools and a flashlight on a stand. Draped to one side was her thong, comfortably next to his. They looked happy.

Dylan wished he was.

"Good lord. You took them apart?"

"Yep. I've also made tea." He held up a mug and looked at her questioningly.

"Oh, yes please. Milk, no sugar. Thanks very much." Susanna moved to the table, poking at the assorted gadgetry. "I can't believe you took them apart."

"Well, I wanted to see how they were assembled. I was nosy. What can I say? It's the engineer in me."

He brought her the mug of tea and stood beside her, surveying the chaos.

"Yes, you said you were an engineer…did you figure them out?"

He pulled out a chair and seated her, then took the one next to her and moved a couple of pieces closer to her hand.

"Well, not much to figure out. Yours was a pretty straightforward vibrating unit, but micro-wired so that it was almost undetectable. Until I did this…"

A portion of the unit bulged and rippled, and Susanna blushed.

"Small but effective, yes?" His grin was lighting up the room.

"Um." Susanna poked at the other unit. "So how about yours?"

"Well, this was the most technologically fascinating, I must admit." He reached over and pulled a small tube towards them.

"This was inserted into the lining of my…my thong thing…" He lisped over the tiny electronics.

"Oh yeth?"

Dylan frowned at her quip and continued with his lecture. "Yes. Now putting it on was a bit uncomfortable, as you can imagine…" Dylan demonstrated with his finger.

Susanna found herself getting a bit uncomfortable, forget about the underwear. She squirmed in her chair.

"But once I got aroused, fantastic things started happening."

"So I've heard."

Dylan sighed. "Susanna, knock it off. I'm trying to respect the fact that you hit your head last night. So don't tease, or I'm going to drop my pants and you can watch as I deal with it myself. Are we clear on that?"

The evil and wicked Sizzle, who had completely possessed the right-minded sober Dr. Chalmers, grinned. "Whatever you say, Dylan."

Dylan closed his eyes and took deep breaths for a few moments.

"So when you pressed the button, here's what happened." He showed Susanna how a small stream of lubricant oozed from tiny openings along the tube, and how the jelly-like tube expanded to fit his growing size.

She stared, open-mouthed, as he demonstrated the rippling effect that had followed the moisture and jumped as he put her finger inside and let her feel the gentle warmth that was also being generated.

She turned to him, wide-eyed. "Good lord."

"It's quite technically innovative, isn't it? I asked your Dr. Allen about it and he said it's a prototype. But the engineering is amazing. And the micro-circuitry…well, it's years ahead of itself."

"Is that what I…what a woman…is that what it feels like?" A flush spread over her face, but she couldn't stop herself from asking the question. Her curiosity, as always, ran ahead of her tongue.

Dylan smiled and pulled his chair closer.

"Oh no, honey. It's not like that at all. You're feeling something nice, something that's fun, but it's not real. Anymore than this…" he held up her vibrator pak "…feels like the real thing."

"Well, I don't…I mean, that is to say I couldn't really…" Her cheeks were approaching combustion.

"Susanna Chalmers. You shock me. You've never enjoyed a man's mouth on you?"

"Dylan, please." Susanna's eyes dropped to the table and she jerked her hand out of the vibrating unit.

"Oh Sizzle. What a lot you have to learn."

"I beg your pardon. I am well versed in matters of human relationships, Dylan. It is my profession, after all." Susanna had grabbed for her career-woman shield and was bravely struggling to hide behind it.

A quirk to his eyebrow betrayed his knowledge of her attempts at control.

"Yes. And a very interesting career choice it is too, if last night is anything to go by."

"Dylan, I have to apologize…about last night…"

"It was quite an eventful night, wasn't it?"

"I really had no idea…" Susanna was stammering again, and obviously worried about his reaction.

He quietly celebrated. Now he had her just where he wanted her. The game was about to be played. "Well, I suppose it would be wrong of me to hold you responsible."

"I would never have suggested it if I'd known…" Her eyes begged his for understanding.

Fifteen-love.

"And I really am so sorry if I put you in an embarrassing position…"

Thirty-love.

Dylan managed to pull up a thoughtful expression. "Well, I suppose I could be persuaded to forgive you. Of course, you'd have to make it up to me."

"Just tell me how…"

Forty-love.

"Spend next weekend with me? I have been invited to the grand opening of the new Aurora Club and I'd love to take you along. It'll give us a chance to spend some time together without benefit of mechanical appliances." He waved at the table.

"I'd love to."

Game, set and match, Dylan Sinclair.

"But…"

Oh shit. Here it comes. She's lodging a protest with the umpire.

"Isn't that some kind of…of…Domination Club?" She whispered the words, wide-eyed, as if just by saying them she was committing a cardinal sin.

"It does have a few bondage rooms, I understand. Are you afraid of the thought of being tied up, Susanna?"

"Well, I haven't really considered it all that much."

Dylan pulled his chair even closer. "How about the thought of being tied up with soft silk scarves, in a warm room with candles scenting the air. Being turned so that your bare back is facing the room, and knowing that behind you is a man who wants to worship your body…"

A bead of sweat appeared on Susanna's upper lip and she closed her eyes, as if swept by his words into his fantasy.

"But also knowing that you've been a naughty girl. He's going to have to remind you about the rules of good behavior. He's going to run his hand over your deliciously bare bottom, and give you a little tap…then a sharper one, making your skin tingle and your breasts ache…"

Dylan's voice fell even further as his breath brushed her ears.

"Your body gets soft and moist and your pussy swells full of juices. Another harder slap and you breathe in quickly, smelling your own arousal and the heat of the man behind you…"

Susanna breathed in.

"You are burning now, waiting for the next touch. Will he slap your bottom again or caress you? Perhaps he might run his tongue over your rosy cheeks…"

Susanna's tongue passed over her bottom lip.

Dylan's cock was approaching meltdown.

"Or perhaps he might press his hardness against you, letting you feel his heat all the way down from the back of your beautiful neck to the back of those long…long…legs…"

Dylan drew nearer and nearer until his lips touched hers.

Willing and wanting, they opened, allowing him inside to play.

She was sweet and soft and tasted of his toothpaste mixed with her tea. The little sound she made in the back of her throat turned him on even more and with one swift tug he had her out of her chair and on his lap.

"Are you okay?" He breathed the words into her ear as he ran his tongue around the edge.

She shivered in his grasp. "Yes, thanks."

He wanted to laugh. Polite to the last. But his need to touch her was greater. His hand slid beneath her sweater and caressed her breast. She arched her back a little, making the contact easier for them both.

It was all the encouragement he needed. This was his chance to make sure of her. To make her want him enough to be with him, to not stand him up Saturday night after her sharp little brain had decided that seeing him would be a bad idea.

He slipped her bra catch and cupped the soft heaviness of her naked breast. The nipple was hard and getting harder beneath his fingers as he rolled it, first roughly then as gently as a delicate flower.

She moaned and her hips ground against his arousal.

He wished for at least four more hands, knowing that he was going to have to leave her perfect breasts and visit other places that were begging for his attention.

With a mental wave goodbye he pulled his hand away from under her sweater, only to hear her groan in distress.

"Don't worry, there's more."

He showed her.

His hand easily moved up her thigh under her skirt. And without underwear, her warmth was ready for him, soft, moist and hungry.

Her mouth devoured his as his fingers found her core.

She was wet for him, hot and wet, and she spread her legs wider as he pulled her hard against him.

He answered her call with his fingers, pressing, circling, flicking, driving her into a wriggling mass of need.

"Dylan, please Dylan, ohmigod," she gasped, struggling for breath.

His cock was screaming, but he knew it would have to just shut up. This one was for her. It was a case of thinking long term. An investment now would pay off handsomely later.

He proceeded to ensure the safety of future dividends.

"Lift your sweater for me," he growled, wondering if she was gone far enough to do as he asked.

She was.

Bending her over his arm, he lowered his head, seeking her nipple with his lips.

She sobbed as he latched on, one leg sliding to the floor and opening her secrets to his hand. He felt her muscles begin to tighten, and suckled harder, rolling her nipple between his teeth and allowing himself tiny nips that he softened with strokes of his tongue.

"Dylan-" The word was torn from her throat as her hips pressed up against his hand. She was soaking wet, hotter than fire and he could feel her pulse pounding in her clit.

He slid two fingers inside her and his thumb up under her clit.

He pressed.

She screamed and came around his fingers; strong muscle spasms grabbing him like a satin vise grip. He raised his head and watched as her eyes rolled back, her mouth fell open and she sobbed, lungs desperate for air.

One more wriggle and he'd come in his pants just from looking at her. His hand went to his zipper, but then he remembered her injury.

She wriggled her hips as her spasms died away.

He did something he hadn't done in fifteen years. He came in his pants.

"Oh lord." His eyes fell to his lap as a stain spread over the front of his jeans.

"I…" Susanna was recovering. "Oh my. Is that for me?" She eased back and slid off his knees, gazing at the moisture on his fly.

"It should have been."

She raised her blue eyes to his face and looked at him uncertainly.

Well, at least he'd done that much today. Managed to get Sizzle Chalmers completely off balance. Time to tip the scales a bit more.

"Of course it might have been for the other three women who were writhing and screaming on my lap as they came."

"I didn't writhe. Did I?"

"Yes. You writhed. Or wrothe. Or whatever the past tense of writhe is. You did it. And very well too, I might add." He crossed to the counter and grabbed a towel. Rubbing at the front of his jeans, he sighed. "I haven't had this happen in years."

Susanna took the towel away from his hands, and put her palm flat against his zip, surprising both of them.

"Thank you, Dylan. For this. For what you just did."

His gaze fell to her lips, reddened and puffy from his kisses. He leaned forward.

"You're welcome." He kissed her again, softly this time, but as soon as she slipped her tongue into his mouth he felt a chill run up his spine and his cock move beneath her hand.

He wrenched himself away, knowing that one second more and he'd have her naked on his kitchen floor.

That was soooo not how he wanted it to finally happen between them.

"I…I…have to go…" she stuttered, looking as shaken as he felt.

"So it's a date for next Saturday," he insisted, trying to keep a predatory growl out of his voice.

"Yes. Okay. All right. I mean, sure. Whatever. Dylan, I really have to get out of here. I can't breathe."

Dylan grinned, slipped on his sneakers, and pulled a long sweatshirt over his ruined pants.

He grabbed his car keys and opened the kitchen door. If she thought she was breathless now…

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

Oh. My. God.

Susanna stared at herself in her mirror, wondering who the hell she was looking at.

The note in the box had been short and to the point…Sorry, I didn't realize until the last minute it was a Black-and-White Ball. This should cover it.

"This" had turned out to be the most magnificent full-length black silk gown. Halter style, it locked at the back of the neck and at the wrap waist with small magnetic clasps concealed as jeweled medallions.

It was elegant, sexy, and like nothing she'd ever worn. Especially when paired with the black silk thong and thigh high pantyhose. Susanna couldn't decide if she looked like a society queen or a hooker. No, make that a call girl. She'd certainly have to charge a lot for a night when she looked like this.

She giggled at herself. As if that would happen.

She ran her hands through her hair and decided on the spur of the moment to experiment. Instead of her usual sleek updo, she pulled the red locks into a soft tumble and secured it on top of her head, allowing wispy curls to drift willy-nilly down across her bare back.

She loved the feel of her hair just brushing her skin. Braless, her nipples poked through the silk as she responded to the sensual touch of her own hair.

The phone jangled and roused her from her reverie.

"So how's the dress? Does it fit? What does it look like? Are you going with the thong, too?" Sylvia's voice came over the line, full of questions and curiosity.

"I should never have let you look inside the box, should I?" laughed Susanna.

They'd both been struck dumb when the box had arrived at Susanna's office the day before, but it hadn't taken Sylvia long to find her tongue.

"Holy shit, woman. This guy wants you baaaaad…"

"Oh really? And on what evidence do you base that supposition?" Susanna had raised a clinical eyebrow at her friend.

"This kind of gives the whole thing away." Sylvia was holding the little piece of fabric that pretended to be underwear. "Butt floss. Of course you can get away with it, not having much of a butt for it to floss. However, when a man buys that for a woman it only says one thing…"

"And what would that be, Dr. Sylvia?" laughed Susanna.

"'I want to take it off you. Slowly.' Or maybe he wants to work around it…"

Susanna had ended the conversation right there, the image of Dylan removing her panties being far too unsettling to be enjoyed in her office. That was a fantasy better shared with her Tubmate II.

"So, c'mon…tell me…" Sylvia's voice all but shrieked into Susanna's ear as she held her phone between her neck and her chin and struggled with her thigh-high hosiery.

"It looks fine, Syl, just fine. If I could just manage these damn…hang on…" She put the phone down and adjusted the hose, amazed at how well they fit. Dylan had certainly paid attention to her clothing sizes when he'd had the chance. Everything had slid onto her body like it had been made for her.

"Okay. Got them. I've never worn thigh highs before. Did you know there were shoes in here too?"

"Really? Damn, you should have let me dig some more. Are they slutty shoes? You know, CFM's?"

"CFM's?"

"Yeah, those high-heeled, strappy little numbers that scream Come-Fuck-Me?"

"Yep. Those are the ones." Susanna dangled one high-heeled, strappy little number from her hand and watched as it definitely screamed "Come-Fuck-Me".

"Oh boy. Just once, I'd give anything to be in your CFM's. You're going to have one hell of a weekend, Sus. Make sure you enjoy every second, okay?"

Susanna grinned at the shoe. "I'm planning on it."

"Well, good for you, girl. It's time the real Susanna Chalmers came out to play. And your Dylan is the perfect playmate, too, I'd guess…"

"I don't know about perfect, but he's certainly a playmate."

"Do I sense some caution there?"

"Look Sylvia, I'm going along this weekend for several reasons. Firstly, I'm extremely curious about the Aurora Club-who wouldn't be? Secondly, I owe Dylan for the fiasco of last weekend's seminar, and thirdly, I'd like to get him out of my system once and for all. This is going to be the prom night experience I wanted but never had. When it's over, I'll be able to get back to normal."

"Hmm."

"Hmm? That's all you have to say, hmm?"

"Susanna. If those are your goals for this weekend, then fine. I think you are forgetting something, however."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"You're nuts about Dylan Sinclair."

"What?" Susanna's screech could have melted steel at twenty yards. "I am not nuts about Dylan. I'm probably a little obsessed with what he represents…"

"Honey," said Sylvia patiently. "You've done nothing but think about him since that first night, and let's face it, you probably are what and where you are today because of your need to explore your relationship with him. Or lack thereof. Okay…" she continued, sensing Susanna's indrawn breath. "He's been out of your life since high school. But what he represented stayed with you and drove you into your career. Examining relationships. Figuring them out. Fixing them."

Susanna stared blankly at the shoe, not seeing it, but thinking about Sylvia's words.

"All I'm saying is, be careful. Sure, go ahead and screw each other's brains out, play Indiana Jones with his leather whip at this fancy club. Have some really wonderful adult sexy fun together. But don't think you're going to be able to toss it aside when you're done. You can't. You're not that type of person."

"Well, you may be wrong there, Syl. In this dress I might well be that kind of person." Susanna gave her image one more glance, smoothing her hand over the soft silk.

"Honey, have a wonderful time. Enjoy every second. But don't go pretending or hiding. Not with this guy. He'll call you on it. Oops…pizza's here. Gotta go. I want all the details on Monday, remember…and don't forget condoms…"

A click signaled the end of the conversation, and Susanna thoughtfully put the phone back on the table.

The doorbell rang.

She debated whether to answer the door or go to the bathroom and throw up.

Deciding it would be a shame to waste such a cool dress, she swallowed her stomach back down, told it to stay put, and went to open the door.

 

* * * * *

"Hello."

Her voice slid down his spine, offering all kinds of delights and asking if he would like to share in a few.

"Yes, please…"

"Sorry?"

"Umm…I mean hi. I'm here…it's…er…" Good god, he was stuttering like a lovesick idiot. Pulling his thoughts out of his cock with an enormous effort, Dylan smiled at Susanna who was staring at him as if he'd lost his mind. "It's that dress. It took my breath away, wiped my brain of all rational thought and also did some rather nice things to my libido."

"Yes. I see. Um…thank you for the dress, by the way. It's…it's a perfect fit. It was very nice of you to think of it." She turned to pick up her coat and bag, and blew away a few more of his brain cells with a flash of perfect creamy back.

She had one small mole just above her waist where her back curved.

Dylan found, to his surprise, that he wanted to cover it with his hand. That was his mole. He didn't want anyone else seeing it. He was busily making plans for that mole.

She turned again, removing the mole from his sight as she slipped her coat over her shoulders.

He shook off his possessive instincts and helped her.

"You look very nice too," she said, a rather husky note in her voice.

He shrugged. They were his favorite leather pants and he'd grabbed the most comfortable white silk turtleneck he had. He was in black and white, that was all he cared about. If she liked his clothes, so much the better. She'd like what was in them more.

He settled her in the Jeep.

"I'm glad you decided to come with me, Sizzle." He started the engine to cover the noise of her protest. "Don't bother. Tonight you are Sizzle. I don't want to take Dr. Chalmers with me, for all that she's an intelligent charming woman. I want Sizzle as my date. The Sizzle with all that soft red hair falling onto creamy white shoulders. The Sizzle who burns when I touch her. The Sizzle who's going to play with me and learn new things about herself and her limits. The Sizzle who's wearing the thong I sent her, even though I wish she was wearing nothing at all under that fabulous dress…"

Susanna wriggled on the seat and Dylan grinned. "We're going to have fun, Sizzle. Trust me."

"Humpf." Dylan couldn't tell from that sound if she was agreeing or not, but her body language was speaking volumes. The whisper of silk as she crossed her legs was matched by her indrawn breath and he smiled as he caught her hands brushing against each other.

God knew his palms were sweating already, it was only fair hers should be too.

"How did you get this invitation, Dylan? To the Aurora Club? I've read about it, of course, what with all the zoning hubbub…"

She was referring to the purchase of the Old Mathers Estate by a rather wealthy corporation, headed by none other than Aurora Swann, heiress to the Swann brewery gazillions.

"I know Aurora."

"You do?" Susanna's voice nearly rose to a squeak and she turned her head to stare at him. "You actually know Aurora Swann? Filthy rich heiress? Woman who is reported to have a collection of every antique piece of bondage equipment from 1814 through the Edwardian era?"

"Yep."

"How…does she…I mean…has she…did you…"

"There you go again, Sizzle. Spit it out before you choke, will you?" Dylan grinned at her confusion.

He heard her take a deep breath. "How did you cross paths with Aurora?"

"We were in college together. She was a year ahead, but we ended up in a couple of the same Engineering courses."

"Oh, I see…" Susanna digested that information for a moment. "Engineering? Aurora Swann was an engineer?"

"No. I didn't say that. We both ended up taking a couple of extra credit engineering study courses. Not really on the books. More like project courses. And make no mistake, Sizzle…" he flashed her a quick glance, "…behind all the razzmatazz, Aurora Swann has an exceptionally sharp mind. One of the best engineers I've run into. And she was majoring in Biology too, along with Social Studies."

"Ah."

"She had a double major, and, if I remember correctly, a minor in history, which helped when it came time to assemble her toy box. That's what she calls her antique collection…her toy box."

"Really."

"Victorian bondage items were the ones that really did it for her. As soon as eBay became a reality, she was buying up every paddle, flogger and spanking machine she could get her hands on."

"Oh my."

"We kept in touch off and on, and she's always wanted to invest in my company, but I like to keep friendship and business separate. Nice to know that the Swann millions are there, though."

"I'm sure."

There was no mistaking the gritted teeth tone coming from the woman sitting stiffly next to him. Dylan restrained his snigger. She was sooooo his.

"And no, we never slept together."

"I didn't ask. Nor would I. It is no business at all of mine who you do or don't sleep with."

"Tsk, tsk, Sizzle. Ending a sentence with a preposition. What would Mrs. Farber say?"

Susanna refused to rise to the mention of her old English teacher and Dylan judged, rightly, that she was still steaming over his praise of Aurora Swann. Perhaps it was time to find out.

"Mad at me?" he asked the question softly.

"Mad? No of course not. Why would I be mad? I asked a question and you gave me a fair answer. Along with a paean of praise about our hostess, to be sure, but certainly nothing to get mad about. And I couldn't care less whether you two slept together or not."

"That's pretty liberal of you. Of course, I don't want to know who you've slept with either. However, I don't want to know because I'd get real mad. I don't even want to consider that anyone else might have stroked those soft shoulders of yours. Or perhaps touched their lips to that little spot inside your elbows."

He watched, delightedly, as she wriggled again on his front seat. They were nearing their destination and he wanted her hot by the time they got there.

"I'd go crazy if I spent any time at all thinking about someone else running their tongue up your back and nipping at that spot where your muscles meet your neck."

She sighed.

"And you'd probably have to lock me up if you told me that anyone had buried his face in that sweet spot beneath your breasts. I want to nibble you there, Sizzle. I want to feel the weight of your breasts on my face. I want to bury myself in your warmth and your scent. I want my hands all over you, finding erogenous zones in places where you never even knew you had places, let alone erogenous zones. Last weekend in my kitchen was an appetizer. This weekend I want the entree. And dessert. And possibly even a sherbet interlude."

Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now and he could smell the heat coming from her skin beneath her clothes.

He smiled as he steered the vehicle into a convenient space next to the huge circular driveway.

"I want to be the one to fuck you, Sizzle. Fuck you until you forget who you are, who I am, what day it is and where we are. Fuck you until the only thing that exists for either of us is my cock deep inside your cunt driving us both along the path that leads to madness…or heaven…"

He'd turned the engine off and leaned towards her, letting his eyes reinforce his hot little speech. Her china blue gaze reflected the dashboard lights and he saw her pupils dilate with desire.

"But for the moment, shall we go play?"

 

* * * * *

Numbly, Susanna let Dylan lead her from the car to the house.

His words were clanging in her brain and ringing all her sex bells in harmony. Her nipples felt like raw nerves, abraded by even the slightest touch of her silk gown, and she knew her thong was soaked. She was close to leaping on Dylan right this second, dragging him behind a very large azalea and finding out exactly where that pathway to heaven he'd talked about led to.

Damn, another preposition. Her mental processes were definitely fried this evening.

Of course, the fact that he looked like the living embodiment of every fantasy she'd ever had wasn't helping calm her state of heightened arousal.

Those dratted leather pants fit just right, and the slight sound they made as he moved simply added to the overall impression of super studliness. His white silk turtleneck slid over his strong shoulders rather like she thought her tongue might. She kept remembering the feel of his cock swelling beneath her palm and his wet jeans. She stifled a moan.

He handed his coat to the maid in the little French outfit and waited as she removed hers.

Once again, his eyes traveled over her body, detailing her dress, probably counting the number of goose pimples in her cleavage and bringing another rush of moisture to her pussy. If he didn't cut it out she was going to drown before the night was half over.

Self-consciously she turned away, only to feel the warmth of his palm as he placed it low on her spine.

"Get used to it, Sizzle. My hand is going to be right there tonight. You have this little mole…" His fingers flicked at a little sensitive spot on her spine and she shivered. "Yeah, right there. I want to sink my teeth into it, so bad…"

The color flushed through her cheeks as they passed into what had to be the main ballroom.

She'd been too distracted to pay much attention to her surroundings, but now Susanna could only gasp.

Everything was in black and white.

The decor, the candles, the flowers, even the food. There were small touches of green where live plants insisted on their own natural colors, but other than that, the entire room was an exercise in chiaroscuro.

The guests, other than flesh and hair, were also in black and white. It was like stepping into an old-time movie.

"Ah, here's Aurora. Let me introduce you."

Dylan's warm hand urged her across the floor to where a strikingly tall woman was holding court amidst a small crowd of smiling men.

She saw Dylan's approach and waved off her admirers, turning her whiskey brown eyes on him and Susanna.

Her full lips curved in a welcoming grin. "Dylan, sweetie. So glad you could make it."

She slid one arm around his neck and brought his face close. "Now I know it's party time." Shamelessly, her tongue flickered out and licked his lips. She pulled his head to hers and kissed him thoroughly, ignoring the seething redhead at his side.

"Ahem."

Pulling back, Dylan quirked his eyebrow at Susanna. "Ah, Aurora. Let me introduce Dr. Susanna Chalmers. Sizzle, this is Aurora."

"Sizzle. How quaint. The hair, I suppose. Poor dear, you must have hated it."

Susanna opened her mouth to respond politely, but was prevented from doing so as her hostess rambled on.

"Dylan, I took a look at those plans you sent over last month. I like them, but I think you could definitely upgrade the circuitry. I'll fax over the name of a developer I found recently. He's got some great ideas." She wriggled her hips against him. "And some great moves, too."

"Aurora, cut it out. You'll give Sizzle the wrong idea."

Susanna snorted. Too late. She'd already gotten them. Quite a few of them, too.

Aurora grinned and pinched Dylan's butt. "God I love a man's backside in leather, don't you?"

Susanna gaped.

"Don't worry, honey. Dylan's always been off-limits. I guess this was one time when having a friend seemed more important than having sex. Although looking at him tonight…weeeellll…" She drawled the word out and licked her lips lasciviously.

Susanna had to laugh. This was quite a woman, and one she could probably like. Now that she knew there was nothing going on between her and Dylan, of course. It wouldn't have bothered Dr. Chalmers, but Sizzle definitely felt better.

"Yes. A man's backside in leather is a splendid thing. No arguments from me there." She grinned up at Aurora.

Close on six feet, Aurora Swann was one powerful woman. Her dark hair tumbled every which way, and her gown couldn't decide whether to be a designer original or a very badly fitting leftover from the seventies. All things considered, Susanna would be glad to call her a friend. She'd be even gladder if Aurora would go away and let her explore Dylan's backside on her own. In a dark place. Without interruption. And maybe with some whipped cream and ice cubes.

God, where had that thought come from?

Shaking her head, she was recalled from her erotic fantasy when a stir at the door heralded another guest.

Susanna's heart sank as she saw Dr. Jonas Allen stride into the room.

He was wearing a bright red sweater.

Aurora drew in a breath. "Have that one bathed and sent to my quarters."

Susanna turned to see Aurora staring at Dr. Allen, her mouth slightly agape.

Ignoring both Dylan and Susanna, she moved forward to meet the newcomer.

"You'll have to take that sweater off. It's a Black and White ball."

Susanna could hear Aurora's voice clearly.

"I will if you will. We'll have our own pink and rosebud ball."

Dr. Allen had glanced down at Aurora's exceedingly low cut gown. The two of them towered over everyone else in the room.

"You're on."

Before Susanna's amazed eyes, Aurora grabbed Dr. Jonas Allen by the hand and whisked him out of the room.

"Well, I never…" she muttered, turning to find Dylan grinning from ear to ear.

"Aurora knows what she wants. I think she's going to get more than she bargained for with Jonas, though."

"Jonas? Now he's a friend of yours?"

"We had a chat last week-I was impressed with his product and called to tell him so. Sharp guy."

"Ah." Susanna was beginning to feel that her life had somehow unraveled and been knitted up again into someone else's.

"But that's neither here nor there." Dylan's hand went back to "his" spot on her spine.

"Now I think it's time for us to either eat, dance, or go find a place to fuck ourselves blind. What do you say?"

 

 

 

Chapter 7

 

Okay. So asking her what she wanted to do had been a tactical error. Memo to self-never ask a woman you want to fuck if she'd like to eat or dance first. You'd end up with a belly full of tasteless hors d'oeuvres, ears ringing with dance music and a hard-on that could double as a towel rack after wasting an entire hour on social idiocies.

And to exacerbate his frustration, she was probably perfectly happy.

In fact, Susanna was humming along with the band as she snuggled into Dylan's arms. He couldn't believe she was unaware of the large lump in his leathers that was threatening to drill its way into her soft flesh. He swallowed.

Enough was enough.

He guided their steps towards a darkened hallway that led from the main ballroom.

"Where are we going?"

"I thought a little guided tour might be in order."

"Oh. Okay. I admit I'm nosy about this place."

Dylan smiled as he led her down the softly carpeted hall. "This is one of the smaller corridors," he said, chattily. "In case you're wondering, my firm consulted on some of the engineering modifications Aurora wanted. That's how I know about it. I haven't actually been here before, so it's all new to me too. Ah…here we are…"

They reached a stairwell and Dylan pulled her up behind him.

"We're now crossing into the upper wing, which is basically reserved for club members only."

Susanna hesitated. "Should we be here?"

"Oh yes. We're members. Didn't you realize that?"

She shook her head, wide-eyed. "Dylan, I don't have that kind of money…it's thousands of dollars to become a member."

"Perks of knowing me, babe. We got comp memberships along with the invitation. We're in, whether we like it or not."

"What's not to like?" she murmured as the stairs opened out onto a darkened space. Doors were spaced at regular intervals, and low, flickering sconces illuminated heavy wrought iron hardware.

"Why do I feel like I've stepped back in time?"

"Aurora wanted this to look Victorian. But there are some differences. Come see…"

He led her to a large portrait of a woman reclining on a riverbank. Touching a panel at the side of the painting, the image disappeared, to be replaced by a clear view of the occupants of the room behind.

Susanna gasped. "My god. They're…"

And yes they were. Naked and writhing, a man and a woman were engaging in one of humanity's basic activities. They were fucking. Energetically too. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and his hands were clenched on her buttocks as he lifted her body off the bed and drove into her.

His cock shone with moisture as he pulled himself from her body, then his face contorted as he plunged back again.

Susanna was unnaturally still. Dylan glanced down. She was glued to the scene before her, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. He could see her pulse throbbing in her neck. He ached.

Touching the panel again, the couple disappeared, replaced by the electronic Old Master.

"Incredible…" she muttered.

"Yes, interesting technology, isn't it?"

"No, not that. Well, yes, that too, but I mean…did they know that we could see them? This seems almost voyeuristic. We shouldn't-"

"Oh, they knew." Dylan raised one eyebrow at her. "You of all people should be well aware that the possibility of being watched while having sex is a turn on for some folks."

"Well, yes, but I never-"

"Oh, really? What about Prom night?"

Susanna shut her mouth with a snap.

Moving down the hall and dragging Susanna behind him, Dylan stopped in front of another painting. This one had a man in a suit of armor looking very uncomfortable.

But not as uncomfortable as the man inside the room. He was revealed in all his naked glory as Dylan hit the switch.

The light gleamed off the firm back of a man whose arms were tied to posts secured to the wall. He was spread-eagled and hooded, and behind him stood a woman flexing her hand as she snaked a long length of leather along the floor.

It was Aurora.

Clad in little more than a lace bustier, her mile long legs and tumbled hair gave her away.

That meant that the man in the hood was Jonas Allen.

Dylan heard Susanna gulp as Aurora raised the whip.

He closed the image before the thong landed, cutting off the scene before them and catching Susanna as she nearly toppled into the window.

"Liked that, did you?"

"I…I…did you see? She…he…"

Judging by the stuttering that Susanna was more than interested, Dylan moved her along the corridor to a second stairway.

"I think it's time to find our suite."

"Our suite? We have a suite?"

"Yes. Up here. On the next floor. Where there are no windows. Either real or electronic. What we do will be for our eyes alone. Is that okay with you, Susanna?"

 

* * * * *

At this point, Susanna didn't dare answer Dylan's question. Her voice would have been a grunt, or a squeak or some strange mix of the two. Either way, it would have certainly betrayed the fact that she was more turned on than she'd ever been in her entire life.

It was probably wiser not to let Dylan know. At least not yet.

He led her to a darkened doorway and turned the huge key.

"Keys? Seems a little archaic…" She watched as he withdrew the ornate metal contraption.

Two rivets blinked green.

Dylan smiled. "Never underestimate technology, sweetheart." He ushered her into their room and allowed the door to swing shut behind them. The key went back into the lock and more rivets changed color. There was even an accompanying "clang".

"Very impressive," muttered Susanna.

Her mind still swirling with the images of the couples she'd seen on the lower floor, she moved to put a little space between her and the hot body of Dylan Sinclair.

The room was large. Darkly paneled walls soared above her and one end of the room was dominated by a huge four-poster bed that looked like it could have slept ten in a pinch.

Dylan was busily lighting the candles that were placed in sconces around the room and turning off the electric lights.

The more candles he lit the more authentic the room seemed, and when he fiddled with the controls next to the fireplace and a leaping flame shot flickers of light into the room, Susanna could almost see Queen Victoria toasting her royal toes.

He adjusted the flame.

She sighed.

He caught her eye and shrugged. "Hey, at least I don't have to go chop wood. The effect is the same."

"So much for complete authenticity…" She let her mouth droop downwards. He grinned at her, and caught by the playfulness of his smile she allowed herself to return his look.

Prowling the soft carpet, her attention was caught by a chain hanging from one of the posts at the foot of the bed. On either end was a leather cuff, lined with soft fur and ending in a solid metal buckle.

"Are these…?"

"Yes. They're handcuffs."

"Well, duh. I figured that out all by myself." Susanna glanced scornfully at Dylan who was now standing in front of the fire and watching her. She couldn't see his eyes, just his silhouette against the glow of the flames.

"Try them on. See how they feel…"

Cautiously, she picked them up.

They weighed less than she'd expected, and she turned them over in her hands, admiring the craftsmanship. Unable to resist, she slipped one around her wrist, tightening the buckle.

It was not an unpleasant feeling, other than the slight tickle from the fur on the sensitive skin inside her arm.

"Oh you have to use both, Susanna. If you really want to know how it felt to be a slave, bound in your master's quarters…awaiting his pleasure…"

His voice had dropped to a whisper and sent a thrill through her stomach, coming to rest in a hot coil low in her pussy.

She was a victim of her own curiosity. Reaching up, she pulled the chain down and awkwardly fastened the other cuff. She had to raise her hands because the entire chain didn't allow her the room to drop her arms by her sides.

The buckle clicked shut loudly in the almost silent room.

"Well. There we are…" She jokingly smiled over her shoulder at Dylan. "Now I'm the upstairs maid. Let me see, you can be Lord Witherspoon, and I'll be Daisy. Now, what are you going to punish me for?"

"Oh, I'll think of something." Dylan's smile was pure one hundred percent organic wickedness.

His hands dropped to his waist and he pulled his shirt up over his head.

Susanna's eyes widened.

Suddenly, with tousled hair and a naked chest gleaming in the candlelight, he seemed much more masculine and raw. The leather pants hugged his body and outlined his erection and he made no attempt to hide it.

Susanna caught her breath, swamped by a sudden flood of need.

"Oh, yeah. That's better. Too many clothes."

She swallowed at his words, and tugged on her chain. "Well, I'm afraid that's out of my hands." She laughed, trying to joke her way through a screaming need to plaster her body all over his.

"Not a problem."

Dylan reached onto the mantel and removed a small, rather familiar looking, little box. There were two buttons on it.

"Oh no…Dylan, noooo…." Susanna almost shrieked the words. "Please, not the damned underwear."

Dylan choked back a laugh. "No, it's all right. Don't worry. No mechanical toys this time. Well…almost none."

He pressed the button and Susanna closed her eyes and held her breath.

There was a slight click behind her and the neck of her dress unfastened, dropping to her waist.

She gasped and looked at Dylan.

He grinned and pushed the other button.

The waist of her dress unfastened and the whole thing tumbled to the floor in a black pool of silk.

She was chained to the four-poster in nothing but a thong, her thigh high hosiery and her CFM's.

"Dear heavens…" she murmured, stunned.

"Well, hot damn. It worked. Okay." A huge grin pasted itself across Dylan's face.

"Now we can have some fun."

If his cock didn't self-destruct first.

Seeing Susanna chained to the bed, practically naked, and his for the taking, was doing terribly wonderful things to his erection.

He flipped the hook open at the waist of his pants and breathed a little easier.

Susanna's eyes followed his hands.

His cock swelled even more. She was all but licking her lips. Her nipples were budding points casting shadows down over her soft breasts, and he could see the faint glimmer of moisture on her thighs.

She wanted him. Almost as badly as he wanted her.

He crossed the room. It was time for him to take over as "Master" for a little while. After all, he had gone to great lengths to set the whole scene up. Damned if he was going to waste it by just laying her down and thrusting into her blindly until he was sated. Which would take until a week from Thursday, give or take a month or two.

Silently, he unclipped her chains and reattached her cuffs together behind her back.

Gently he pressed on her shoulders, urging her down onto her knees. He ran his hand through her hair, spreading it over her shoulders.

He wanted to caress her breasts, but didn't dare. He should get some sort of a medal for restraint, he told himself, but he'd promised her some fun and games and that, by god, was what they were going to have. Or die trying.

Her blue eyes looked questioningly up at him.

"Take my pants off for me."

"How? I'm cuffed here, in case you hadn't noticed…" She raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"Improvise. You're a smart woman." He thrust his hips forward slightly, wondering how long it would take for her to figure something out. Wondering how long he'd survive when she did.

The answer to the first question was not long, and, as she leaned forward and delicately grabbed his zipper with her teeth, he had a gnawing suspicion that it would be the same answer for the second question too.

Her head slid down, drawing the zipper with it, and he heaved a sigh of relief as his cock forced its way between the leathers.

Susanna's breath fanned his balls. "Dylan…" She sounded almost shocked. "No underwear."

"After last time, did you think I'd risk it?" He gave her a wry smile.

She turned her head to look up at him and brushed his cock with her hair. He couldn't help the gasp.

A gleam entered her eye and she went back to removing his pants and demonstrating her considerable dental dexterity.

She managed to lick her way down one side of his buttock as she pulled the fabric away from his hips, and her breasts "accidentally" rubbed over his knees as she dragged the waistband down as far as she could.

No doubt about it, Sizzle Chalmers was definitely enjoying herself.

Well, hell.

Now what was he supposed to do? For someone who had planned on "mastering" Sizzle tonight, the roles had become rather blurred. He wasn't actually sure who was mastering who. Or whom. Where was Mrs. Farber when you needed her?

She brushed his cock with her cheek, slowly and caressingly.

That did it. She was definitely mastering him. This was not what he had intended. He would have to stop it. Immediately. In just an hour or two.

"Dylan?" Her breath was ruffling his short curls. God that felt good. He'd really have to keep control of things, or he was going to embarrass himself twice in a row. That would not be a good thing.

"Mmm?"

"I want to taste you."

His brain short-circuited. "Okay…"

"I've never actually…well that is, I don't know…I mean…"

"Susanna." The fact that his voice was still working had to rank as "Miracle of the Week". "Just do what feels right."

She smiled, blue eyes glittering in the candlelight. She licked her lips, slowly, and dropped her gaze to his cock.

He trembled, he couldn't help it.

Her tongue reached out and lightly flicked at the bead of pre-cum that was oozing from the tip of his poor, suffering, aching, cock.

He sucked in air.

She glanced up, a new knowledge flooding into her eyes. He'd just handed her control.

She licked him again, more forcefully this time.

He'd worry about control later.

Even with her hands cuffed behind her, Susanna was beginning to find her way around the idea of oral pleasure.

He bit back a moan as she plunged her mouth over a good portion of his length, teasing and tantalizing with flicks of her tongue as she pulled her head back.

He dropped his hands to her hair, brushing it back from her face so that he could clearly see her mouth as she took his cock in and out, and her eyes as they closed in concentration.

"I want to touch you," she breathed in mid-stroke.

"Nooo…" he groaned, knowing it would be all over but the screaming if she got her curious little hands on him as well.

"Dylan, let me touch you, please…." Her tongue traced up the underside of his cock and licked at the dribbles of moisture she was causing.

"No."

With an effort that practically burst blood vessels, Dylan backed away from her.

"Stand up." His voice was harsh with need and his cock, now a purplish red.

"Turn around." She did as she was bid.

Her hands were cuffed low on her back and he couldn't resist thrusting his cock into them.

She scrabbled for a hold, but he pushed past, seeking the insubstantial thong and the treasures that lay beyond.

He pulled the back of the thong to one side and rubbed himself up and down her cleft.

By this time, her hands were cupping his balls and he was pressed close against her.

They both moaned as his cock dug into her most private places.

"Dylan…Dylan, don't…I haven't…" She stuttered and froze as she felt the swollen head of his cock pressed against the tight ring of muscles between her cheeks.

Dylan just held himself there for a moment, knowing he'd go no further but needing to wrench some control back from this fiery woman who threatened to devour him, body and soul.

He slid his hands down to her cuffs and stepped back.

Tugging her along, he sat on the bed and with a quick pull tumbled her face down across his knees.

Finally, he had Sizzle Chalmers where he wanted her.

 

 

 

Chapter 8

 

His quick move surprised her, and Susanna couldn't stop a squawk from bursting out of her throat as she fell, sprawling, across his lap.

Her breasts dangled toward the floor as he held her wrists tight with one hand and played with her thong with the other.

"Now, Dr. Chalmers. We are going to talk about a certain night eleven years ago."

Oh, no. This was not a good thing right now. Susanna wanted fucking, not discussing. This was not a time for soul baring or reminiscing. This was a time for getting out of her thong and getting his cock to where it would do the most good. Inside her.

Obviously Dylan understood the first part of her needs, at least.

His hand slid under the waistband of her thong and he tugged, this way and that, knowing that the fabric would be pulling against her swollen labia.

"Pleeeeasssse…."

"Mmm. Yes. We certainly need to talk about that night."

How could he think, let alone talk? She could feel his cock like an iron bar against her side. She wanted him, he wanted her, what the hell was the holdup?

"No, we really don't, Dylan. Couldn't we just…"

"Just what, Sizzle?"

"Just…you know…"

"No. Tell me. Tell me what you want." His fingers trailed across her buttocks and eased the thong down past her hips. She realized with the small, still-sane portion of her mind that he was pretty damn dexterous with one hand. The other was still firmly holding her in place.

She writhed a little, to indicate her needs and also to help him rid her of that damned thong. After tonight she was seriously considering never wearing underwear again. It was nothing but trouble.

"You spied, Sizzle. You were a naughty girl." A hand smoothed her flesh, and dipped between her thighs, making her sigh.

"You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?"

She shook her head.

A sudden sharp slap jerked her straight out across his knees.

"Ow. That stung."

"It was supposed to."

Another slap followed, this time in the center of one cheek.

She gasped, waiting for the sting and burn to follow. It was sharp, but warming, and she realized, incredibly, that it was heightening her arousal. Her clinical mind wanted to take notes and observe the physical reactions to the stimulation.

The rest of her just wanted more.

She got her wish.

"Naughty girls have to learn their lessons, Sizzle." The hand focused on the other cheek with a sharp blow.

"I…I…" she stuttered, wriggling beneath his hold.

"Oh my, what beautiful rosy cheeks." He bent forward and ran his tongue across her flesh.

She yelled at the feeling. "Dylan…" His warm wet tongue had passed over her newly sensitized skin like a lightning rod charged with electricity. She'd never imagined a tongue could feel like that.

Before she had chance to fully examine the sensation, a flurry of smaller smacks warmed her upper thighs.

"Are you sorry you spied on me and the twins that night? Sorry you watched me come?"

"No," she grunted, gritting her teeth and desperately fighting her cuffs. She wanted. She needed. She was getting desperate to feel Dylan inside her. The memories he was recalling, along with the punishment he was administering to her backside, was turning her into a seething wriggling mess of lust. She might just be the first fatality recorded from unfulfilled desire.

Her bottom was burning now, and she knew it must be bright red beneath his palm. She was sweating, her heart was racing and she waited for the next blow almost eagerly.

It never came.

Instead, Dylan's fingers teased between her legs, pushing their way through her juices to her cunt.

She moaned as she felt him slide one and then two fingers into her body.

"Oh God, Dylan…"

Her back arched as he withdrew and then plunged his fingers back in again.

"Is that good, Sizzle?"

She was almost beyond rational thought. "Yesss," she hissed, struggling to open her thighs and get more of his touches against her needy flesh.

He pulled his hand out and smeared her moisture over the hot skin of her buttocks.

Then he smacked her again, quick and sharp.

She cried out and pressed her clit into his lap, trying desperately to seek relief from the terrible ache that was building inside her.

"Better than watching, Sizzle?" Smack.

"Uhhh…"

"Isn't it better to be a part of it? To feel someone else doing it to you? Rather than standing alone doing it yourself?"

"Mmmm."

Smack.

"You didn't answer me."

"Yes!" The shriek of need erupted from her throat. "Yes. You're right. You win. I give in. I shouldn't have spied on you. Or I should have joined you. Or whatever. I don't care. Just let me come, damn you…"

She couldn't see the strain on Dylan's face as his lips curled in a tense grin. But she could hear it in his voice.

"That's my girl. Now you know what you want. And it's the same thing I want."

Smack.

"It's the same thing I wanted when I watched you eleven years ago, and the same thing I've wanted every time I fucked someone since. All I could see were your blue eyes staring…" smack "…at…" smack "…me."

Dylan's last smack brought tears to Susanna's eyes and she almost missed realizing her hands were free. The tension in her shoulders eased and with another lightning-quick move, Dylan had her on the bed.

He spread her legs apart and jabbed his cock against her.

"You want me?"

She widened her legs even more, ignoring the pain in her backside, ignoring the cuffs dangling from her wrists. "Oh, god, yes."

Her world had narrowed down to what was between his legs and how quickly she could get it between hers.

He plunged inside her in one forceful thrust.

Then he froze.

"I had a physical two months ago. I'm healthy. What about you?"

She gazed at him through a fog of need. What the hell was he talking about? Then she realized. His cock was buried deep in her body and they hadn't stopped for protection.

"I'm healthy too. My last physical was six months ago, but I haven't slept with anyone in ages…" She whispered the words through clenched teeth, knowing that if he moved one inch she'd disappear into the vortex of an orgasm to end all orgasms.

"I can tell." His response came through gritted teeth. "You're so tight round my cock. Tight and hot and silky…like a velvet fire."

"Oh god, Dylan…finish it…"

She closed her eyes and bit her lip.

"Not until you look at me, Sizzle. Open your eyes…" He moved slightly. "Look at me. This time, it'll be me making you come."

She obeyed him, helpless to refuse.

He moved with purpose, withdrawing until he was almost free, then ramming himself back into her welcoming heat.

She moaned at the feel of him rubbing her inner flesh.

She groaned as his hand found her clit and stroked it carefully in time with his thrusts.

She gasped as her buttocks tensed and his breathing grew ragged and his cock hardened inside her.

And she screamed as she finally, wonderfully, explosively, orgasmed under the pounding, sweating weight of Dylan Sinclair, her eyes staring straight into his.

By god, it might have taken her eleven years, but it had been worth the wait.

 

* * * * *

The feel of her cunt as it clutched at his cock in rhythmic contractions sent Dylan over the edge.

With a muffled roar he let himself go, pumping into her for what seemed like an eternity.

He couldn't remember an orgasm like it. Along with his cum, she must have gotten part of his spleen, one lung and quite possibly his tonsils.

And, incredibly, it wasn't enough.

Just watching her eyes as he filled her was a whole experience on its own, and no sooner had his cock stopped pulsing than his mind said "again".

With a sigh he eased his cock free of her warmth.

His hand caressed her breast, watching her eyes as he smoothed the softness of her skin. She was tense, still shuddering slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

He gently leaned down and brushed her nipple with his tongue, soothing, caressing, loving the taste of her and the feel of her.

She sighed as he touched her, the sound running through his loins to some place deep within him.

He lay next to her and ran his hands gently over her body. He freed her wrists from the dangling cuff and kissed the inside of her arm, running his tongue gently along the soft skin to her armpit.

He nuzzled the warmth there, breathing in the salty-sweet scent of her body. She sighed as he kissed his way across her chest and down her cleavage.

Gently, he did as he'd promised some time ago. Rested his face on her ribs and gently nibbled on the underside of her breast.

She giggled, and wriggled.

"Ticklish, huh?"

She nodded.

He followed his determined path down to her navel, toying with her belly button and rimming it with his tongue.

Her hands went to his head, sifting his hair and stroking his neck.

Their movements were slow and gentle, as Dylan and Susanna learned each other all over again.

Dylan's head moved lower and he spread her legs wide apart.

"Dylan…" Susanna muttered. "Don't…you shouldn't…"

"Ssshh. You're beautiful." He took his finger and rubbed her juices gently from her pink folds. It was mixed with his cum and the sight and scent of their recent lovemaking was incredibly arousing.

He bent and touched her soft pussy with his tongue, smiling at her indrawn breath.

"If I recall our conversation correctly, this is an area where your counseling skills could use a little first hand experience."

A gasp and a slight groan acknowledged his words.

"Now, Dr. Chalmers, I am about to demonstrate the Sinclair technique of oral gratification. First, we caress…"

He ran his tongue gently over the surface of her shining flesh, loving the shudder he caused.

"Then we flicker…" Suiting actions to words, he flicked his tongue carefully across her clit, listening to her body as it reacted. The clench of her hands on the sheets rustled loudly through the room, and her breathing ratcheted up several notches.

"Ah, yes. That seems effective." His breath fanned her moisture. "Then we go on a little voyage of discovery…"

"D…D…Dylan…" The stutter hissed between Susanna's teeth as her legs fidgeted next to his shoulders.

He firmed up his tongue and investigated several nooks and crannies. His movements brought a moan to her throat and a certain telltale flex to her muscles.

Her scent was strong, and getting stronger, and Dylan found his own body responding. He was amazed.

He continued his education of Susanna Chalmers. He licked some more, and poked and fluttered, and made sure to pay the proper amount of attention to her clit, which had obviously recovered from her earlier climax.

Her hips were now moving in response to his mouth and she was panting.

Slowly, he pressed kisses into her mound and pulled himself up onto his arms.

"Susanna…I want you again."

"Oh Dylan. Dear god…please?"

This time their joining was slow, sensual, and full of emotion. She needed no encouragement to watch Dylan's face as he slid his cock past her pink and glistening folds and into her warmth.

He sighed as he felt her surround him once more, the heat of her body burning into his unprotected flesh and making this an experience beyond imagination.

With a smooth twist of his hips, he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him.

"Now it's your turn to be on top." He grinned, enjoying the look of surprise on her face and noting the moment it changed to one of speculation.

He grunted as she wriggled herself into a comfortable position, experimenting with little moves this way and that.

Surprisingly, she didn't straddle him.

He sucked in a breath as she pressed her thighs together and fit herself between his legs, gripping his cock tightly within her and adding the extra friction of her firm muscles against his balls.

It was heaven. It was incredible. It was typical Sizzle. Her overriding curiosity, driving her to experiment, was resulting in sensations Dylan could not have guessed at before this moment.

She pulled her hips up and away, and he raised his head, pulling a pillow beneath his neck.

"Look at us, Sizzle. My god…look at us…"

She lowered her head to see and he pushed her hair aside. They both watched as her body slid over his cock, her red hair shining fiery against her creamy skin and his slick length. She eased back down and took him deep, so deep their hair tangled where their bodies met in a confusion of warmth and shadows.

She sobbed in a breath. "Dylan…dear heavens, Dylan…I had no idea…"

He was beyond words. Watching their bodies as they blended into one was the most arousing thing he could ever remember doing in his entire life.

He felt the surge begin low in his spine and his whole body tightened.

"Sizzle, I hope you don't mind…I think I'm going to…"

She raised her head and the firelight danced in her china blue eyes.

"Yes, Dylan Sinclair. Come. I want to feel you come. Inside me, deep inside me. Fill me again, Dylan, please?"

She rolled her hips as she plunged down onto his cock and ground her clit against his body.

Dylan reached for her breasts, cupping them in his hand and rolling the nipples firmly between his fingers.

She gasped with pleasure.

His body trembled and he pinched the delicate buds hard.

She sobbed and thrust even harder against him.

He couldn't help it, he shouted. Loud and long. His cock spurted his cum deep inside the body of the woman gyrating on top of him, and it took uncounted eons for the pulsating to ease.

She had helped. Her orgasm even now clenched his softening cock and milked the last drops from it.

Exhausted, she fell onto his chest, her hair tumbling onto his sweat-soaked skin.

"Oh, god." It was about all he could manage in the way of post-coital conversation. Mentally, he chastised himself, promising to do better in the morning.

He pulled her up and tucked her into his body.

Sizzle Chalmers was sound asleep.

 

* * * * *

His shoulder was cold. Turning, he shrugged the covers up over his bare skin and let his senses slowly awaken.

He could still smell their loving.

Without any fuss or bother, his cock immediately swelled in response to her scent.

Sizzle. Susanna Chalmers. She'd been everything his mind had imagined for the past eleven years and then some.

They'd fucked like two people who'd been starved of sex for a lifetime or two. Which may well have been true for her, but he had no such excuse.

Nope. It was different with Sizzle. Wonderfully, enormously, terrifyingly different.

And he'd better do it again just to make sure. His cock throbbed in agreement. He hoped she wasn't too sore.

He slid his hand beneath the covers to Susanna's side of the bed.

There was nothing there.

Adrenaline flooded his nervous system and he sat up with a rush, ignoring the cool air that battered his flesh.

The fire was turned down low, the candles had gutted, and there was nothing, not one sign, to show that she'd ever been there.

All her clothes were gone, the cuffs were back on their hook, and his pants were folded neatly on a chair.

He leapt from the bed and started looking for a note. There had to be a note. Women always left a note, didn't they? At least they did in the movies.

There was nothing.

After a fruitless time spent hunting throughout the room for something, anything-he even checked the bathroom mirror to see if there was a lipstick message. Even though she wasn't a serial killer, she might have used that method. But once again, there was nothing.

Dylan was forced to a nasty realization.

His legs gave way and he collapsed onto the side of the bed, hands resting helplessly on his knees. He shook his head in denial, but his heart made him face the truth.

His Sizzle was gone.

 

 

 

Chapter 9

 

"Susanna, Aurora Swann is on line 2…" Sylvia's face still registered a certain amount of awe at announcing that particular caller.

"Thanks, I'll take it…"

Susanna sighed and straightened in her chair, reaching for the phone. "Hi Aurora, how was Venezuela?"

"Argentina."

"Whatever."

"It was fine. Hot and a lot of people spoke Spanish. What else can I tell you?"

"How about what I can do for you. You did call me, you know…"

"Just figured I'd check and see if the bastard called you yet."

Susanna sighed again. "Don't call him that, Aurora. I walked out on him. You know that as well as I do."

Susanna could still remember the look on Aurora's face from that eventful weekend. It had only taken her moments to realize that the figure creeping stealthily down the Club's huge staircase at some ungodly hour was not a burglar, a rapist or a tabloid photographer, but Susanna.

They'd looked at each other, and a moment of feminine understanding had passed between them.

Aurora was on her way out too.

They'd shared a car and kept in touch ever since. "Did Jonas call you?"

There was silence for a moment. "Nah. Didn't expect him to."

"So, here we are. Great sex under our belts and no guys in sight."

"Wanna grab dinner someplace? Oh, I know-I have a new chef here at the Club, come on over early. We'll eat in my quarters and rent a movie. What do you say?"

"Hugh Grant?"

"How about Hugh Jackman?"

"Grrrrowl. How about Hugh Jackman. Yeah. It's a deal. See you around six."

"Cool." Aurora hung up.

"So you're dating Aurora now, huh?" Sylvia's ironic tones echoed across the office as she brought some invoices in for Susanna's signature.

"Sheesh, Syl. She's a really nice person. I like her a lot and we have stuff in common."

Sylvia raised an eyebrow.

"Well, as much as a five foot seven relationship counselor and a mega-rich six foot heiress can possibly have in common."

"Yeah."

"Okay. So mostly we sit and bitch about guys. Isn't that what women are supposed to do when they spend time together?"

"Women…" said Sylvia firmly, "…aren't supposed to lose those guys in the first place. Having hot sex with those guys is better than bitching about them. Trust me on this."

Susanna humphed. "Look, both Aurora and I got scared, okay? It's not that unusual. We recognized it, and we're dealing with it."

"Honey, the only reason you got scared is because you found a guy who made you feel."

Susanna looked down at her hands that were tapping out a rhythm on her desktop. "I know."

"So why the hell aren't you out there beating the bushes for him?"

"Because."

"Because why?" Sylvia snorted. "Listen to me. High school all over again. But seriously, why haven't you tried to get in touch with him? It's been almost three weeks…"

"Because…" Susanna bit her lip. "Because I need to figure out if it's worth the risk. Because I don't know if I can stand it if I get some sort of 'piss off and never darken my doorway again' type message from him."

Sylvia sat on the edge of Susanna's desk and looked down at her affectionately. "Boy, for a qualified relationship therapist you sure know how to fuck up your own love life."

Susanna choked out a laugh. "Hell, Sylvia, tell me how you really feel, why don't you?"

"Sweetie, love is a gamble. It's a risk. It's great sex that you want again and again, not just once. It's a person that you can fall asleep on and drool over as well as orgasm with. It's a guy whose cock drives you insane with lust and whose heart swamps you with tenderness. It's scary, overpowering, terrifying and magnificent. It's also warm, wonderful and unfortunately a lot rarer than it should be."

Susanna stared at Sylvia, trying to absorb her little speech.

"If you think that there's even a chance you could have that with Dylan, then damn it, girl, go find him. I'm tired of watching you moon around the office, having bitch-fests with mega-millionairesses and jumping every time the phone rings."

"That bad?"

"Worse."

"Oh, hell."

 

* * * * *

Susanna's mind drifted over Sylvia's words as she parked her car and went around the side of the Aurora Club mansion to Aurora Swann's private quarters.

A person that you can fall asleep on…. Well, she'd done that, not even realizing that it had happened until she'd woken with the steady sound of his heart beating in her ear. She didn't think she'd drooled, but they were both so sticky and sweaty, who could tell?

A guy whose cock drives you insane with lust. Hah. Yep. No question about it. Insane was probably the best term both clinically and personally. The woman she thought she was would never have allowed herself to be spanked, licked, sucked and fucked and then have screamed out for more as soon as it was done.

She felt the heat of a blush creep over her cheeks as she remembered Dylan's touch.

Damn. She was trying so hard not to relive those moments. She was so afraid that the memories would be all she'd have for the next fifty years or so. What if she wore them out?

"Thinking about him again, aren't you?" Aurora's wry voice penetrated the fog around Susanna as she opened the door and pulled her inside.

"Urgh. Why does everyone always assume I'm thinking about him? Couldn't I be worrying about a case? Couldn't I be trying to figure out the best way to organize my office hours so that I can have time to do some clinical research?"

"No. Your face is flushed, your breathing is rapid, and your pupils are slightly dilated. Your palms are probably sweaty, and I'm not going to ask about the state of your underwear. Ergo, I deduce you are not doing anything like what you just said. You're having a severe attack of Dylan Sinclair."

"Well-shit."

Aurora grinned and Susanna grinned back. "C'mon, let's go see what the chef whipped up. And then we'll see what Hugh Jackman can whip up."

"Mmmm. Sounds good. Both of them."

The women shared a companionable meal, and did their level best to keep the conversation off men. They failed miserably of course.

"So no word from Jonas, huh?" Susanna regretfully dropped the last piece of pizza unfinished on her plate. "Good pizza, by the way. Compliments to the chef."

Aurora smiled crookedly. "If you can tell me why I've hired someone at an exorbitant salary to make something I can send out for, for a great deal less, I'd be very happy." She pushed away from the low coffee table and reached for her soda. "And no, no word from Jonas."

"Is he in town?"

"I don't know."

"Aurora. You have more money than god. You can find out these things, can't you?"

"Susanna. You have a telephone. You can call Dylan, can't you?"

"Touché."

The two women looked at each other.

"We're pretty poor excuses for twenty-first century women, aren't we?" Susanna shook her head at their pathetic state. "Things haven't changed that much in the last couple of hundred years. We're still waiting for the guy to come marching over our drawbridge on his white horse and announce his intentions of rescuing the damsel."

"Well, yeah. And I don't mind telling you that I'm in a fair amount of distress. Even with my Tubmate II. Although I'll be forever in your debt for telling me about it."

"This is so stupid. We're bright, intelligent, well educated, and in your case, filthy rich, women. We're not ugly, by any stretch of the imagination. Any man should be glad to know that we are interested in him."

"Right on."

"So what we should do is just pick up that damn phone and tell these guys that we want them. In our beds, hard, hot and ready to rock."

"Hoo-Rah."

Susanna looked at Aurora. "You go first."

Aurora groaned and buried her head in her hands. "Yeah, sure."

The ping of Aurora's doorbell interrupted their conversation, and Aurora wore a puzzled look on her face as she came back with an oblong package in her hands.

Susanna looked up curiously. "Got an admirer?"

"No. Apparently you have."

Susanna sat up in a hurry.

"It's addressed to Dr. Chalmers, care of me. Now what's that about?"

"Haven't a clue." Susanna touched the delicate silver wrapping with one finger.

"I doubt it's a bomb. My security is better than that. How about you open it?"

"Think I should?"

"Susanna…"

"Okay, okay. Hold your horses…" Grinning, Susanna put the package on the coffee table and began to peel back the layers of tissue.

Opening the lid of the box inside, she tilted her head in bewilderment. "Well, what have we here?" She pulled out something that was soft and furry and leathery.

"Oh my. A flogger. Nice work too." Aurora's eyes sparkled.

"Yeah. Nice work…" Susanna held it up, admiring the woven leathers that covered the handle and the intricate work at each end. It felt nicely balanced in her hand and she moved to let the streamers of fur covered suede slide free. The black fur fell softly through her hands and she couldn't resist the urge to swing it slightly.

Aurora sighed. "Honey, let me show you…"

The hands of an artist took over, and Susanna watched as Aurora gently flipped her wrist, making the strands slap softly on the couch pillow.

"This is a soft flogger, Susanna."

"Oh. Yes. I figured that…fur and all."

"No, you misunderstand. The word 'soft' here means that it is used for light action. It won't leave a mark or cause much in the way of pain. It's really for beginners, and to be honest with you, I prefer to use it after some harder work. It's really good when brushed across skin that's already been warmed up a bit."

"Ah. Okay. And I need to know this because…?"

"Because this is apparently only part of the gift." Aurora had given the flogger back to Susanna and was rummaging in the box. She held up a large iron key with a note attached.

Susanna took it with hands that were starting to shake. "This key will unlock the rest of the gift."

She raised her eyes and stared at Aurora. "Oh shit. He's here."

A smile crossed Aurora's face. "I'd say so."

"What am I going to do?"

"Looks like he's gone to a lot of trouble for you, Susanna. I guess I'd recommend that you at least hear him out. But do what your heart tells you, okay?" She reached out and lightly held Susanna's hand, squeezing it around the key. "Seems that you're gonna get to go first, after all."

The short walk from Aurora's apartments to the members' facilities seemed to take hours, and gave her plenty of time to develop an enormous case of the jitters.

Susanna didn't know what was trembling more, her knees or her nerve. She stood outside the door with a huge key in her hand, knowing all too well that Dylan Sinclair was inside.

Knowing, hoping, and perhaps some part of her wishing that he wasn't. The part that was scared to death he'd look at her and just want to fuck her again and then leave. The part that said she had nothing to offer a super-stud hot-body like Dylan Sinclair. The part that had run away from the Prom all those years ago. The part that was screaming "don't go in there, you'll only make a fool of yourself".

The part that was afraid to admit that she'd fallen in love with Dylan Sinclair eleven years ago.

She watched as some other person raised her hand for her and put the key into the huge lock.

She watched that other woman turn it so that the little lights turned green. She heard the other woman's breathing hitch as the door unlatched, and she knew that other woman was getting aroused at the thought of a certain hot man and his hands and lips all over her body.

Susanna shook her head to clear it, drew in a deep breath and stepped into the darkened room.

For a moment her heart stopped.

She couldn't see anybody at all.

 

 

 

Chapter 10

 

"Open your eyes, Sizzle."

Her eyes were pinched tightly shut, and Dylan wondered what the hell was going through her mind. Was the thought of seeing him that bad? His gut clenched.

She opened her eyes and blinked, as if surprised to find out they'd been shut in the first place. She looked around the now familiar room and finally her gaze came to rest on him.

She caught her breath.

Dear god, why didn't she say something? Did she think that he spent huge amounts of time hanging around in neo-Victorian bedrooms by his wrists without a stitch of clothing?

Her eyes fell to his crotch. Well all right. She'd noticed.

Noticed that his hard-on couldn't get much harder without requiring a zip code of its own. The fact that he'd been getting harder as he waited, chained to the four poster, had become pretty obvious to him, and by the looks of things it was dawning on her too.

"Susanna…"

"Dylan, I…" She stopped, and flicked the flogger in agitation. "Dylan…I'm sorry."

Dylan raised an eyebrow in surprise. "For what?"

"For running out on you. For not saying thank you, at least, for such a lovely evening."

Dylan's head buzzed. The best sex he could ever remember having, in fact better sex than he'd thought it was humanly possible to survive, and she called it a 'lovely evening'?

He growled.

She jumped a little.

"It wasn't a 'lovely evening', as you so politely put it, Susanna."

He saw her wince at his words, and realized she'd taken them the wrong way if at all possible. He sighed. "It was possibly the best night of my life."

That caught her attention and brought her gaze back up to his eyes. Not that he minded her staring at his crotch, but a guy had his pride.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. You and I burn together, honey. I didn't know it could be like that with a woman. I also didn't know what it would be like to wake up and find you gone."

She drew in a breath, but he forestalled her. "Then I realized that I'd pushed you way too hard. That I'd probably terrified you and made you think I was some kind of sex fiend."

"Dylan…"

"Hush. Let me finish. I'm trying to apologize here, Susanna."

Susanna cleared her throat and moved nearer to him, swishing the flogger absently as she closed the gap between them.

"I don't know what got into me that night. I've never spanked a woman before, but I do know that it was one of the most exciting things I've ever done. I can't decide if it was the spanking or the fact that it was your beautiful bottom beneath my hand. Perhaps we could have played cribbage and I'd have gotten that turned on. I don't know."

Dylan sure knew that this conversation was turning him on. His cock was now a statue of amazing rigidity and thinking of Susanna's buttocks as they glowed across his lap wasn't helping any.

"All I'm asking is another chance. I spent the whole of my trip to Washington trying to figure out a way to get another shot at making things work between us without scaring you. And so this is it."

He glanced up at the chains and rattled them.

"It's all yours. I'm all yours. You are in control Susanna. I think I took that away from you that night, and I want you to know that I give it back. Please, just tell me you'll give me another chance?"

Dylan stared at Susanna, trying to read her expression. Her china blue eyes were lowered and she seemed to be concentrating on the strands of black fur as she pulled them across her hand.

"You've been to Washington?"

"Um, yeah. Engineering Society meeting and a few other things. I had to leave right after the party, but never got a chance to tell you. I got back a couple of days ago, set this up, and here I am."

"Hmm."

She moved around the room, slowly strolling from the fireplace to the side table, taking a leisurely tour, and turning out the electric lights as she passed the door.

Dylan's heart jumped.

"So you did want to see me again?"

Dylan barely suppressed a snort. "Oh yeah. Just like I wanted to keep breathing too."

She turned away, hiding her expression from his watchful eyes. "And you want me to know that now I'm in control?"

"Well, yeah. I want you to feel comfortable with me. I don't want you ever feeling afraid, and I was worried that you did. That that was the reason you ran away from me."

"Actually, it wasn't."

"It wasn't?"

"Nope."

Dylan was starting to sweat. He knew this conversation was incredibly important for both of them, but he was stark naked, seriously aroused and she was circling him like some kind of predator. And if she didn't stop playing with that damn flogger he was going to do something really embarrassing like come all over himself. Again.

"So why did you leave me?" He tried exceptionally hard to keep a whine out of his voice. "I was really pissed to wake up and find you gone." He failed. The whine was there, and he knew she heard it.

She crossed behind him and he almost dislocated a shoulder trying to keep his eyes on her.

He nearly dislocated both eyeballs when he saw her pull her sweater off over her head.

"It's getting hot in here, isn't it?"

She moved back into his line of vision, completely blasting his optic nerves into oblivion.

She was wearing a pair of low-slung jeans, and a bra that should have come with a government warning. It was deep emerald green, with little flutters of lace barely covering the nipples. In fact, they didn't quite cover her nipples. Oh god, he was in trouble now. He hoped.

Standing just far enough away from him, Susanna unsnapped her jeans and slid them slowly off her hips. A matching thong was revealed, and Dylan offered up a prayer of thanksgiving to whoever's "Secret" she was wearing.

"Not your usual lingerie choice, is it?" His voice was husky and she grinned.

"Aurora took me shopping."

"Remind me to give her a thank you present. Think she'd like Iowa?"

"I think she's already got one."

"Yeah. Probably." Dylan licked his lips as Susanna pulled her hair free of its elastic and shook it out around her shoulders.

A moan echoed around the room, shocking Dylan as he realized it came from him.

Susanna was still staring at him, and now she began prowling again. This time she was less hesitant.

"So, what am I going to do with you, Dylan?"

He cleared his throat of the fourteen tons of asphalt that seemed to have suddenly clogged it.

"No, that's all right. Don't tell me. Let me think here…" Susanna wandered over to the fireplace and bent to the control, flaunting her backside with its teeny green dividing strip.

Dylan knew he wouldn't survive. Death would certainly be forthcoming very shortly. The coroner would probably have to do terrible things to his corpse to stop it from grinning.

The fire flared up, lighting the halo of hair around Susanna's head. For a few seconds he was blinded.

Then the soft sting of the flogger against his thigh jerked him out of his fantasies.

Sizzle had decided what to do with him.

Oh boy.

 

* * * * *

It was rapidly becoming clear to Susanna that "drooly" guys weren't just a feature of women's romance novels. Her salivary glands were starting to work overtime as she circled the man chained naked in front of her.

The firelight danced over his muscular body, highlighting his chest and the proud length of his cock as he struggled to turn and keep her in his line of sight.

The feel of the flogger in her hands, the brush of the air against her almost bare body, and Dylan ready to obey her every whim, was about the most erotic thing she could ever remember happening to her.

She closed the distance between them. "Turn away from me."

He reluctantly turned his back on her.

She came right up close, and pressed her breasts against his back, letting his buttocks rub across her thong.

A sound came from somebody, but Susanna would have been hard pressed to identify whose throat had moaned.

She slipped her hands round his waist and stood on tiptoe, peeking over his shoulder to watch as the tapered strips of fur dangled around his cock.

This time, there was no doubt. The groan was definitely his.

"God, Susanna."

"Yeah, Dylan. This is fun." She pulled back quickly, letting the streamers tug his cock as they moved away.

She circled around in front of him, a grin on her face. "Now. Let me see. I have a flogger, and you are chained to a large Victorian four-poster bed. Why, Lord Witherspoon. I do believe you've been a bad boy."

Devilish fire danced in her china blue eyes and she slid her hand behind her to the catch of her bra. The sound of the clasp opening made Dylan wince.

"No? Should I leave it on?" Her eyes widened as she asked the innocent question.

"No-please. I'm sorry, I just…" Dylan seemed to be having difficulty stringing words together. Well, well, well.

"Okay. It is getting quite warm in here, isn't it?" She teased him some more by turning her back and shrugging the straps down her arms to her elbows. Letting the bra fall to the floor, she raised her hands and glanced over her shoulder at the almost rigid Dylan. "Much better."

She turned and ran the fur lengths across her own breasts. "Wouldn't you say that was better, Dylan?"

Dylan fought for speech, Adam's apple bobbing helplessly.

"Mmm. This fur certainly feels nice against the skin. At least when it's stroked like this it does. Tell me, Dylan-oh, I beg your pardon, Lord Witherspoon, I meant to say. Does it feel good against your skin, too?"

With amazingly accurate aim, Susanna flicked the flogger across the top of Dylan's thigh, just catching his buttock with the tips as they wrapped around his body.

He gasped. "Oh, shit."

"Bad? Oh dear. Poor Lord Witherspoon."

Seeing as "Lord Witherspoon's" cock was dribbling moisture from a massively engorged head, and sweat was filming his chest, Susanna felt reasonably sure that she had inflicted no lasting injury.

She repeated the move on the other side just to make sure, but this time she was less accurate. A couple of tails flicked his balls.

"Ouch. Careful, woman." Dylan's eyes flashed open in surprise.

"Still okay with this? Shouldn't we have a safe word or something?" Susanna dredged up the details of bondage scenarios from the two courses she'd taken in "Things You Might Not Consider Recommending During Therapy, But That Have Their Place In Relationship Counseling" (BDSM 103/104). It had been two quite enlightening semesters, but she'd never imagined actually participating in games like these.

She was a little shocked to find that she was really enjoying it. No, too mild an expression. She was really getting turned on by it.

"If you want. Safe word is…uh…"

Susanna picked that moment to stroke her breasts again with the flogger. Dylan made a very physically obvious effort to drag his brain off her nipples.

"Yes, Dylan? Safe word is…?" she prompted.

"Um-god-er-how about Iowa?" Dylan had obviously grabbed for the first word that came to mind. "Fuck" had clearly been dismissed as a viable option.

"Very well. Iowa it is. If, at any time, I damage you, or cause you pain in any way, or you are uncomfortable with what I'm doing, then all you have to do is say 'Iowa', and I will immediately stop what I'm doing."

Dylan dredged up a tight smile. "Don't expect to hear it, babe. If you can dish it out, I can take it."

"Oh, Lord Witherspoon…" Susanna chuckled, running the flogger around his neck and over his shoulders. "You are such a…a…guy!"

"Glad you noticed," shivered Dylan. "Gonna do anything about it?"

"In time, in time. Your Daisy has to enjoy herself too, don't you think?"

"Yeah, well, Daisy, you're gonna get more than you bargained for if you don't stop flicking my cock with that damn thing."

"Really?" The drawled word surprised Susanna, who had no idea that she could even drawl at all, let alone produce a sexy sound while she did so.

She circled Dylan once again, stopping just out of arm's length in front of him.

"Hmm. So no more cock flicking. Oh darn. And I was just getting the hang of it. Well, I'll just have to try something else."

She moved nearer and thrust her hips forward, letting his cock slide across the emerald green silk of her thong. It left a trail of moisture behind, and a man with seriously clenched teeth.

"Oh, I like that. Let's try that again."

"Let's not and say we did," muttered Dylan, seemingly unable to take his eyes off her body.

"Only it wasn't quite right. Hmm. Let me see…" Susanna tugged at her lip as if in deep contemplation. She snapped her fingers. "I've got it."

She stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her thong and slid it down her hips, letting the flogger trail across her skin as she did so.

Dylan groaned.

"Oh, now that's much better." The fur strands stood out in sharp relief against the white of her belly as she stepped out of her thong, widened her stance and let them dangle between her legs.

"Oh my. Yes, I see why people like these things." She moved the flogger, lightly flipping the streamers between her own legs.

Dylan groaned again. "Sweet mercy, woman…" he hissed.

"So sorry. I got distracted." Susanna was not only distracted, she was damn near an orgasm to end all orgasms. This was way too arousing and she wasn't sure if she was ready to let Dylan watch as she climaxed on her own.

A small part of her was shocked that she was even thinking that way, but the new enlightened Sizzle Chalmers took that small part by the scruff of the neck and locked it away in a closet. The coast was clear.

"Dylan. Face the bed." The order was sharp, but instantly obeyed. Dylan had obviously recognized the wisdom of following the orders of an aroused naked redhead with a flogger.

She quickly lashed out as she'd seen Aurora do, laying the strands across Dylan's buttocks. A satisfying slap resulted.

"Are you all right?" Okay, so a little part of her professional conscience was still lurking.

"Yeah." The word was a bit husky, but clear nonetheless.

"Good." She lashed again, and this time relished the sound and the feel of the fur landing on his solid backside.

She followed her two hard strokes with a soft teasing flick, making him writhe a little.

Then she surprised herself. She moved in behind him, bent down and rubbed her breasts across his glowing buttocks.

"Oh shit, Sizzle…"

"Was that an 'Iowa'?"

"No, god, no. That was just a plain 'oh shit.'"

"Good."

"I don't suppose you'd consider letting my chains down."

"Not a chance." She turned him around, feeling his damp flesh beneath her fingers. His face was flushed and a muscle was twitching in his cheek. His eyes, ah yes. His eyes.

He was looking at her like she was his every dream, his every fantasy. As if he could devour her with his eyes.

She shut her own for a second, shocked by the intensity she'd seen in his hazel depths.

Attracted by his scent, she swayed towards him, opened her eyes and leaned in to his chest. Gently, she settled her mouth around his nipple, teasing it with her tongue.

She let her breasts brush his body, and when he slid a thigh between hers, she welcomed it, letting her clit rub lightly over his muscles.

She sighed around his flesh, and felt him shiver.

"Honey, I want you so bad I'm dying here." The words were strangled out of Dylan's throat.

"How bad do you want me, Dylan? Tell me." She dragged her lips to his other nipple and treated it to similar suckling. The flogger was behind his back, and she made sure the fur was rubbing against his buttocks.

"I shall surely die if I don't have you. My life depends on getting my cock into your wet heat. And I know you're wet, I can smell the excitement on you." He bent his head and licked her shoulder, her neck, anyplace his tongue could reach.

"You want me that bad, huh?"

"That bad and more. I need to be inside you. I need to have you shaking around me, grabbing onto my cock with your cunt as you come apart. I need to suck your clit until you explode into my mouth a dozen times in a row. I need to fuck you for days. And then do it all over again. And again."

"Wow." Susanna rested her head against his chest, weakened by his words.

"I need you, Susanna, Sizzle, Daisy, whatever. I need all of you. Now. Please?"

 

 

 

Chapter 11

 

Dylan held his breath as Susanna's blue eyes met his. She seemed to be looking for something from him, some expression, a gesture maybe. He didn't know. All he could do was gaze at her, letting his desire and his need show in his eyes.

She sighed, dropped the flogger and reached for his chains. "I want you too," she breathed as their faces drew closer.

Her fingers fumbled with the catch as Dylan brushed his lips across hers.

After agonizing moments of almost touching, almost kissing, one arm was free. With a grunt that combined relief and pain, Dylan immediately pulled her body against his and kissed her with every iota of skill he possessed.

It must have had some effect because she gave up trying to open the second cuff. It clanked awkwardly to the floor behind her as he flipped the final buckle open.

He was free and she was his.

Her tongue dueled for supremacy inside his mouth as his forced it back so he could plunge into her sweet depths.

He swung her round and lifted her onto the bed. Without a murmur her legs spread wide, welcoming him between.

"I can't wait," he muttered.

"Me neither. Oh god, Dylan, now, please?" She was all but sobbing, fingernails gouging his shoulders and back as she struggled to get him closer.

His hands fell to her hips and without another thought he plunged himself deep into her heat.

They both sighed in relief.

Dylan could never ever remember feeling like this when he was inside a woman. Her fiery flesh was burning him, but pulling him even further into her secret places. He pushed her hips tight against his, swearing he could feel her swollen clit against his cock as he withdrew and thrust again.

She moaned and her head fell back, hair tumbling behind her and catching the light from the fire.

She was magnificent.

She was his.

He knew at that moment, as sure as if he'd received instructions from Heaven itself, that this woman was his.

Their rhythm increased, and he slid his hand between them. She reached around and grabbed his buttocks.

She squeezed as he pressed.

Their bodies slammed together in an explosion of desire, lust and passion. Within seconds his cock was pumping, her cunt was squeezing and they were both sobbing.

Their orgasm left them both limp and voiceless, sprawled in an awkward tangle of limbs, half on and half off the bed.

Dylan tugged them both into a more comfortable position, realizing to his astonishment that he was still half hard inside her.

"Dylan," she whispered, finally focusing on him. "Dylan."

He knew how she felt. His voice hadn't returned yet. He let his hips move slowly, watching her response.

"Dylan."

It was unmistakable. She was ready for him again. This mind-blowing sexual experience was doing the same thing to her as it was to him, making them both insatiable.

"I've got to have you again, Sizzle," he whispered. "Slow this time, slow and easy."

Suiting words to action, Dylan rested his arms beside her body and slowly plundered the treasure that was Sizzle Chalmers.

Stroking his cock against her slick silk was the most incredible feeling, and Dylan knew he could never tire of it. He allowed one hand to gently tease her clit, watching, gauging her response and the level of her arousal.

She was coming along very nicely too. He could feel the juices inside her bathing his cock. His arms trembled.

"Dylan, let me." Susanna pushed at his shoulders, turning him.

Willingly, he rolled, letting her settle on top of him.

This time, she straddled him, rubbing her clit against his hardness.

He reached for her breasts, so temptingly near, and raised his mouth, loving the way she leaned forward to make it easy for him.

Endless moments of time passed as they slowly made their way up to the fiery heights, each discovering new places to touch, new movements to bring pleasure, new expressions on the face of the person loving them.

But before long, their bodies let them know that eruption was imminent. Susanna's thighs began to tighten, and the cords in Dylan's neck were strung taut.

Susanna began her last ride towards orgasm.

Dylan caught her hips in his hands. "Iowa."

She struggled against her own body. "What?"

"Iowa."

"Dylan." She sobbed out the word. "You want me to stop? Now?" Her movements seemed to be almost out of control as he could feel her urge to push down on him against his hands.

"Just answer one question."

"Dylan, god. Not. Now." She tried to push down and force his hands out of the way.

His muscles damn near cracked but he held on, keeping them both suspended, seconds from orgasm.

"Now, Sizzle. Iowa. It's Iowa until you answer a question."

"What?" she nearly screamed at him.

"Marry me?"

 

* * * * *

"Huh?" Susanna had no idea whose dream she was in but it couldn't have been hers. In this dream Dylan Sinclair had just asked her to marry him seconds before giving her the second climax of the night.

Definitely a dream.

"I mean it, Sizzle. I can't imagine fucking anyone else like this. Ever. I don't think I'd want to. And the thought of you and someone…" Dylan shook his head. "Well, we won't even go there."

Susanna stared at him.

"But it's more than that."

"It is?" She was finding this whole thing very hard to understand, mostly because her brain was pointing at her clit and screaming loudly at her. Excuse me? Impending orgasm here, level seven-point-three on the Richter scale. Get the fuck on with it.

"You want to marry me? You want us, you and me, to get married?"

"I want us to get married, yes. I want us to have babies, a mortgage and a lawnmower. Possibly even a dog. I want to go to sleep holding you every night for the next fifty years or so at least. I love you, Sizzle Chalmers. Please, fill my life like you've filled my heart."

Susanna's eyes flooded with tears. She gulped. "Oh Dylan, my god. I love you too. More than life."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, I…"

No sooner had the words left her lips than Dylan released her hips and thrust upwards with his own. The circle was complete. Her orgasm exploded in a fireball behind her eyes, and she was only dimly aware of Dylan's answering shout as his cock flooded her womb with warm cum.

Hah. That was an eight-point-one, if ever I saw one.

Once again, Dylan and Susanna collapsed, this time boneless, exhausted, completely soaked and unable to lift an eyelash.

"Hey Sizzle, think we'll survive 'til the wedding?"

Susanna grinned with the few muscles that were left functioning. "Oh yeah." She snuggled into the rather sweaty armpit of her dream man and put her arms around him. "Of course, there are no guarantees when it comes to the honeymoon. Especially if we pack the flogger…"

 

The End

Also by Sahara Kelly

 

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