Leah Braemel - Personal Protection

He picked up a bar of soap and worked up a lather then cupped her breasts in his palms. Although she’d already washed herself thorough, she stayed quiet, enjoying the attention as he soaped up every single inch of her body. The bubbles swirling down the drain, he leaned her against the wall and went down on his knees in front of her.

“My turn, Rosebud.” He tapped her knee so she’d spread her legs.

His fingers spreading her labia apart, he used his tongue to set fire to her clit in ways she didn’t know possible. Somehow he’d gotten a hold of the soap again, as one lathered hand caressed her behind. When one finger slid down the crack of her ass and circled her anus, she tensed.

“Relax, Rosie. Trust me,” he murmured against her sensitive bud, his breath hot on her flesh. His tongue started teasing again, darting into her pussy then back out and up to her clit in a rhythm designed to drive her crazy. When she’d forgotten about his other hand, one finger broached her muscles at least one knuckle deep, but no further. His other hand decided to help out his tongue as two fingers spread her pussy wide and caressed deeper than his tongue could reach.

Trapped by both hands, she squirmed in place, her brain warring with her body. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good. Was it?

Who cared? All she could think of was the delicious pressure as his finger pushed deeper into her behind then was joined by another. God, she’d never felt so full. So… satisfied. So…well fucked.

Her eyes scrunched closed, concentrating on the movements of the fingers in both orifices, teasing the sensitive tissues until she couldn’t draw another breath. Her muscles clenched around his fingers in an explosive orgasm that left her clutching Sam for support.

When she finally could draw a breath, she found herself draped in his lap, her head on his shoulder, the water pounding both of them on their shoulders.

Oh, yeah, she’d been having a shower.

“You all right?” He stood, lifting her with him.

“I’m fine.” Better than fine. She’d heard the term boneless used before but thought it was a myth. But they were right. She didn’t have a bone left in her body that could support her.

And she had to go out tonight and protect him? Talk about falling down on the job.

Carrying her like she weighed no more than a toy poodle, he stepped from the shower. Instead of taking her into the bedroom as she’d expected, he laid her on the massage table and covered her with a fluffy white towel, patting her until she was dry.

She tried to sit up but he pushed her down. He rummaged through a cabinet and returned with a bottle of oil. When he uncapped it and poured some into his palm, she recognized the coconut scent he’d used on her a few nights before.

Once again, he massaged her, from her toes to the tips of her fingers, then he turned her over and started again. His fingers kneaded and pressed, releasing the kinks in her legs and back that lingered despite the warmth of the shower.

She shuddered when he pressed a light kiss to the small of her back. “You know how I said I didn’t want to…you know…do it that way?” she asked, closing her eyes that she would even consider what she was about to offer.

His hand stilled. “Yes.”

“I-I’ve changed my mind.” A shiver rippled along her body, cinching her already taut nipples against the cool leather of the bench. She turned her head so she could see him. “Is there a way we could sort of ease into it?”

The heat in his eyes flared, and a look of predatory satisfaction filled his face. “Are you sure?”

“As long as you take it slow and stop if I tell you to.”

“Of course I would.” He leaned over and pressed another kiss to the tattoo on the small of her back before he lifted her hips until her knees were tucked beneath her and her ass was high in the air. “Stay right here.”

He disappeared for a few moments, she heard the same sound she had the night he’d blindfolded her-like a panel sliding on a track.

When he returned he had a small anal plug, along with what looked to be a supple leather thong. Where the hell had he stored that? She’d given the place a thorough going over the first day and never found any stash of sex toys. “So you keep a collection of dildos and butt plugs on hand?”

“Yeah, this is the smallest I have.”

“You gonna show me this collection one day?”

“Maybe one day.” He didn’t sound too convincing. “I’ll put this in you to get you used to the feeling of being stretched there.”

Her apprehension must have shown on her face, because as he lubed up the plug, he said, “It won’t hurt, I promise.”

“And how would you know? You ever had one shoved up your butt?”

“Yes.”

His simple answer surprised the hell out of her. She squirmed around until she could see his face, expecting to see him laughing, expecting a wink, but he was completely serious. Of course that could have been that he was concentrating on inserting that plug into her ass.

“When?”

The plug paused on its journey for a second before the pressure resumed. “Long story.”

“We’ve got ti-” Oh, God, the entire thing filled her ass, stretching muscles that weren’t used to being stretched. This was his smallest plug? She took a couple deep breaths, waiting for her body to adjust.

He smoothed a hand over her butt cheeks, then slapped one lightly. “I’m gonna make it good for you, okay? Now turn over so I can get you properly set up for tonight.”

The plug shifted slightly as she did. He was right; it didn’t hurt, but it sure felt weird.

After he murmured for her to lift her hips, he fastened that thin leather harness around them to hold the plug in place. At the front was an unusual pink panel that rubbed against her clit. It was slightly uncomfortable, but after she wiggled a bit, it settled into place.

“So what’s the long story? We’ve got time.”

All she received was a shake of his head. “Not long enough. You…” he leaned down and kissed her belly button, “…have to get ready for Cooper’s party.”

“Get ready…? But…” She gestured to the belt. “I thought we were going to…”

That predatory smile she was growing to know so well reappeared. “Oh, baby, we are. After the party.”

“You mean I have to wear this thing all night? In public?”

“Yup. And I’m bettin’ that by the time the party’s over, you’re going to be so hot, you’re gonna be beggin’ me to take you into the nearest corner and fuck your beautiful little ass.”

Walking with the butt plug presented a challenge, especially wearing the sky-high silver heels Sam had insisted she wear. When the limo started, the movement of the car over the pavement caused the strange triangle at the front of the harness to rub her clit. By the time they arrived at the Georgetown condominium, every cell had been caressed and sensitized so each breath was a struggle not to come. Sam hadn’t been kidding when he’d said she’d be ready to drag him into a corner and beg him to fuck her-and the night had barely started.

The limo had just slid to a stop when a valet opened the rear door. As Sam led her up the steps, Rosie whispered, “You’re evil, did you know that?”

A smug satisfied smile lit up Sam’s face “Baby, any time you want to find a dark corner, just holler.”

They walked into a luxurious lobby with a water wall on one side and a double-sided fireplace separating them from the resident’s lounge. A wave of music and chatter washed over them from farther down the hall.

Damn, she wished she’d had a chance to discover just how many people were here tonight. And had a chance to vet the guest list despite Sam’s repeated assurances that they were all friends and told her not to worry about it. Of course, she had, but when she’d called their host, Cooper Davis had flat out refused to provide a list and told her to talk to Sam.