Naughty Temptations

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

The next two weeks felt like the longest ones of her life. Even the two weeks before Christmas when she was a kid hadn’t dragged on so slowly. Lynn spent a fair amount of her free time trying to decide which pieces of her limited wardrobe to pack. And she did splurge on some new, silky underwear. By the time Friday rolled around, she’d packed, unpacked, and repacked her suitcase at least three times.

The amount of time she spent thinking about Ryan and their two days together, how much she’d enjoyed that time, despite the lack of s*x beyond those hot kisses convinced her the connection between them remained and it went deeper than s****l attraction. Much deeper.

Ryan met her at the airport in Atlanta and they went straight to a favorite restaurant for dinner. The steaks were tender and flavorful, and the wine with it was smooth and crisp. But even more she drank in the sound of his deep voice and the way his lips moved as she spoke and ate. She watched his hands as he tore off pieces of bread, cut up his meat, and lifted the wineglass. The muted light in the dining area picked out reddish glints in his dark hair and threw sparks off his amber eyes. The hum of conversation surrounding them faded further and further into the background as she watched him.

He studied her just as intently, a small grin curving his lips as she slipped pieces of meat into her mouth and let the sensual pleasure of the taste show on her face. Their gazes locked together when each lifted their wine glass and took small, slow sips. Talk between them died as the meal went on, but awareness grew. Warmth slid over her entire body and her brain fizzed, only partly due to the smooth Chianti.

By the time they finished, she could barely sit still in her chair. She wanted to jump all over him. They declined dessert and coffee and he took care of the bill quickly. He kissed her quickly as they got in his car, but added, “Don’t touch. Please! I don’t want our first time after all these years to be in a car, but I won’t be able to hold on if you…do anything.”

“I’ll try.” She laced her hands tightly together in her lap. She wanted to reach over so badly. “Tell me it’s not too far.”

“It’s not really, but you know what the highways are like.”

She did. Several major interstate highways converged around Atlanta, leading to overcrowded roads everywhere, even places where six to eight lanes ran in either direction. Fortunately they only had to go a few miles and the road wasn’t as bad as usual, so they made it to his home in twenty minutes. He pulled up the driveway of a modest ranch house in an upscale suburb. They jumped out the minute the car stopped.

Once inside, he took her hand and led her through an attractive living room and down the hallway to the master bedroom. “Tour later,” he muttered, yanking his tie loose. But she did note that he still had the four-poster bed.

“Later.” Lynn kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse. Ryan tore off his shirt and stepped out of trousers, briefs, shoes and socks in one effective but not terribly graceful motion. He took over when her shaking hands couldn’t undo the hooks on her bra. Once her panties were gone as well, they hurried to the bed and collapsed onto it together.

“I’ve wanted you here so long,” he told her while kissing the side of her face, around her ear, and down her throat. “Years.”

She held him close, brushing her hands through his hair and reveling in the feel of his hot, hard body against hers. He shifted lower and ran his tongue over the tips of her breasts alternating sides, then closing lips on one and sucking hard. Jagged shards of pleasure tore through her, settling as wild tension and need in her core. He kept playing with her n*****s until she was writhing with the unbearable sensation. She’d waited so long for him and wanted it so badly, she found herself begging. “Please. In me. Please!”

He grinned, grabbed a packet, rolled on a condom, and moved into place above her, positioning himself on his elbows, his rod poised at her entrance. “You want it that bad?” he teased.

“Worse.” She lifted her hips in a vain attempt to push herself onto him.

“At your command.” He pressed forward and worked the tip inside, waiting for her to accept the intrusion. It had been a while since she’d last had s*x and he was big, making for a tight fit. She welcomed the slight sting and quickly adjusted. Cupping his buttocks in her hands, she pressed him closer, loving the feel of those powerful muscles and his firm heat. He began pumping in and out, and his hard length stroked over the place inside that made her go totally crazy.

She couldn’t hold it. The need and tension and pressure grew so heavy she couldn’t bear it. His moans sang along with hers, their pants matching rhythm as well, until they both erupted in jerks and spasms of sheer, blissful, amazing pleasure. Lynn screeched and Ryan roared and for a while they just clung to each other as the shocks of release rolled through them. Neither moved until they’d come down to earth again.

Ryan brushed away damp hair clinging to her face. “I’m sorry that was so fast.”

“Why? I’m not.”

“I wanted it to stretch it out longer.”

“We have all weekend,” Lynn answered. “Give me a few minutes.”

It didn’t take long and the next time was slower and sweeter. In fact, the next several times were, except for the one time when she got him off twice in a row.

They fell asleep just before dawn and stayed that way until near noon. After cleaning up, they went out for food and spent the afternoon shopping and walking, letting Lynn re-acquaint herself with the city. After another fabulous dinner at a wonderful restaurant, they walked in the darkness for a bit, then went back to his home again and made love.

Sometime during their lovemaking that night, she realized she was fantasizing about the kinkier elements of their s****l encounters from the past and wishing they could repeat some of them. She didn’t tell him. She didn’t want it to be true. She wasn’t that person anymore. Or was she?

She managed to carry on for the day, enjoying brunch, a walk, and another round of lovemaking with him before she had to get back on the plane. It took all her will power to keep from crying in the airport terminal, when she walked away from him, and during the flight.

After checking her schedule, she emailed to tell him she would have another free weekend in two weeks, and he immediately sent her reservations. The two weeks that followed felt even longer than the time preceding her visit. She didn’t want to have to keep doing this, but she didn’t feel entirely confident that the relationship would work either. Nonetheless, she began to go through her things, eliminating items she didn’t need and wouldn’t want to move, mentally preparing for what she hoped would come.

The doubts and questions lingered, though. Was it something inside her that made her want the kinkier, edgier s*x, or something in Ryan specifically that brought it out in her? She’d had fantasies even as a child that made her think it was her. And once the edge was off their hunger, the s*x with Ryan had been a little less satisfying without it, just as the s*x with Trent had never been very exciting. Trent had never tried very hard to please her, though, so that might not count.

She spent a long two weeks worrying over it, trying to sort it out in her mind.

On her second return to Atlanta, the joy in seeing and being with Ryan pushed out the doubts for a while. The first night, the s*x was good and plentiful again. But the second night found her wishing he’d bite down harder on her n*****s, spank her, restrain her in some of the clever ways he had before and punish her enough to make parts of her burn.

But that wasn’t supposed to be what she wanted. She’d told him she didn’t want it.

Not exactly.

She couldn’t help thinking about it the next morning, though she tried not to let on while they dressed and had coffee.

He knew her well enough to recognize something was bothering her when they went out to get food. Over brunch he asked her about it.

“You’re distracted and something’s upset you. Something I did?” he asked. “Tell me. Please. It worries me. What we have feels so right to me and yet so…fragile. I could lose you again so easily.”

Lynn set down her fork. “It’s hard to explain.” She took a sip of coffee. “I think I made a mistake.”

He stiffened, eyes widening, one fist clenching tight on his napkin.

“No, not in coming here or being with you,” she added.

His expression remained tight and worried.

“In taking the kink out of our relationship.”

A small gleam woke in the depths of his eyes, but his mouth remained tight. “You miss it?”

“I do. But…”

Ryan tossed his napkin on the table and leaned back in the chair. A smile broke across his face. “We can experiment. Adding a bit of kink to the s*x doesn’t have to imply we go back to my dominating ways. I’ve wondered if you’d miss it. And I’ve thought about how we can do it without making you a full-time sub.”

“You have?”

“Couple of ways, depending on what you want.”

“Go ahead,” she prompted.

The server approached with their check, so she waited until he paid and said, “Let’s walk for a bit.”

The weather was nice and the area had sidewalks, so they strolled to a park with a couple of interesting streams and bridges. “Idea number one. We designate certain times when you will be completely submissive to me. A few hours here and there. Possibly even a day. But anything you do outside of that time is your own. If you think that’s too much, we could say that when we’re engaged in foreplay or anything leading to s*x that you will follow orders or suffer consequences. But those orders will never have anything to do with things other than what is happening right then.”

“Either of those might work.” If she could trust him to keep his word about the limits. But he’d always respected her wishes about things she told him weren’t appealing to her. And the few times she’d used a safe word, he had stopped immediately. “Yes, I think so.”

“You have a preference?”

“Maybe some of both?”

He smiled down at her. “The next time you come, I’ll have a few surprises ready.”

If she’d thought the previous two weeks had dragged, the next two passed even more slowly. She couldn’t help glancing at the clock many times each day and willing the hands to move more quickly.

It did finally happen, though, and he again picked her up at the airport and took her to dinner.

They began by catching up on the past couple of weeks, but around the time they finished their entrees she asked, “Are we going straight back to your place?”

His lips quirked. “I thought we’d take a short walk first.”

“Sounds good.” Her words came out more dubious than they should have.

“We’ve plenty of time.”

“I know, but—”

“Patience.

They declined coffee and dessert. When the waiter brought the bill, Ryan said to Lynn, “Unless you object, we start now on one of those submissive intervals. While I take care of this, go to the ladies’ room, take off your panties, and put them in your purse.”

That simple request made the breath catch in her throat and sent her pulse racing. She nodded and excused herself, snagging her purse from the back of the chair. Her hands shook as she removed the garment and stuffed it in her purse. It felt odd walking back to the table bare under her skirt, as though everyone would know, though in fact, no one could see anything different about her, except perhaps the color in her cheeks. She could feel the heat rising there.

It got even hotter when he looked up from the check he’d just signed and gave her a narrow-eyed grin. She nodded at him and the smile grew broader.