Page 57 of The Guardian (Dark-Hunter 20)
Like he mattered.
In her eyes, he saw the man he'd always wanted to be and he never wanted to disappoint her.
Lydia playfully rolled him over so that she could stare down at that gorgeous body that rippled with raw power. She kissed her way from his chest to the juiciest hipbone ever made.
But when she brushed her hand lightly against his cock, he jerked away from her and grabbed her wrist to keep her from stroking him.
That reflex caught her completely off guard. She'd never had a man do that to her before. Usually they begged to be touched.
Once again, he surprised her.
Mystified, she met his uncertain gaze.
He pulled her hand up and laid it against his chest before he finally explained. "I can perform a lot better for you if you wait until the end to hurt me there."
She didn't know what made her hurt the most, the sincere honesty in his voice or the expectation of pain she saw in his eyes. He spoke as if he were nothing more than a trained monkey with no other purpose than service her and go.
Her hand trembling, she brushed his curls back from his forehead. "Has no one ever made love to you?"
Scowling, he cocked his head. "Made love? I don't know what that is."
Of course, he didn't. Because no one had ever touched him with a loving hand. They had used him, abused him, and then thrown him away his entire life.
But that was going to change.
She smiled up at him. "You're about to find out, but you have to trust that I'm not going to hurt you."
"I don't know if I can."
The saddest part was that she believed him. "Then I'm going to teach you."
Seth had no idea what she meant by that until she manifested five silk scarves. She looped one about his wrist, then tied it to the bed.
Panic gripped him at her intent. "What did I do to displease you?"
She laid her head on his chest and shook it. Then she locked gazes with him so that he could see the sincerity in her eyes. "Baby, this isn't about punishment. It's about pleasure. Your pleasure. Trust me."
She kept saying that.
Did he dare?
Trying to make her happy, he forced himself to submit to what she was doing even though it terrified him.
Once she had his arms and legs tied down, she hesitated. "Are you okay?"
He wasn't sure. He hated this feeling of vulnerability. Of being at anyone's mercy. Ever.
But he'd made her a promise.
"I think so," he lied.
She narrowed her gaze at him as if she sensed his dishonesty. "Trust. Me. You really are going to enjoy this." And with that she blindfolded him.
Seth held his breath as he feared what she'd do to him now that he couldn't protect himself at all.
Until he felt her long soft hair on his chest. Ever so light, it teased his flesh like a butterfly's kiss. His eyes rolled back in his head as she gently beat him with it. But there was no pain.
Only sweet torture.
Slowly, teasingly, she began kissing him again. First his lips, then his neck and ears. Ears that she licked and blew into until his body was on fire from it. Her naked breasts were plastered against his skin while she slid herself down his body, nibbling his flesh the whole way.
Okay, this was good.
Actually, it was far beyond good. Anytime Lydia wanted to tie him down and torture him like this, he would be her most willing slave.
Then he felt her warm breath against his cock. He tensed involuntarily.
Her fingers started dancing over the tip of him, until he was leaking from it. His breathing ragged, he bit his lip as blind pleasure consumed him. Slow and easy, she rubbed his moisture down his shaft until she played with the curls at the center of his body. Her fingernails brushed through them ever so lightly and then she slid her hand down until she cupped him in the gentlest caress he'd ever known.
Arching his back, he growled at how good it felt.
Then he felt something even better.
She took him into her mouth and tongued him until he thought he'd die from it. More than that, he heard her murmurs of pleasure. She actually enjoyed tasting him.
He couldn't believe it.
No one had ever done that to him before. No one.
He tried to hold himself back so that he could please her in return. But she was relentless with her mouth, tongue, and hand as she licked, sucked, and stroked every inch of him.
Before he could stop it, he came.
Still, she didn't pull away. Rather she continued to taste and please him until she'd sucked the last shudder from his sated body.
Only then did she let go of him. With a gentle hand, she slid his blindfold off and smiled. "You still alive, baby?"
