A Leap of Faith Page 3

  Richard continued his onslaught, strong arms holding her writhing body in place as he licked up every ounce of her pleasure. Only when her body had stopped its jerking spasms, did his mouth cease its assault.

  Faith relaxed her muscles and settled back on the pillows, her legs sliding out straight, hands flopping to the bed at her sides. Her heart pounded at the pace of a jack rabbit. The bed dipped between her legs.

  “We aren’t done quite yet, my love.” Richard grabbed her behind the knees and pushed her legs upward until her toes touched the headboard. “It’s time to give Master back his toy, my dear.” He pulled the plug from her ass in one slow, steady draw. Once the widest section at the base came free, the rest practically shot from her untrained hole. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

  The reverence in his voice sent fresh shudders of pleasure through her body.

  Richard guided her feet back down to the bed. His weight shifted, leaning far to the left near her head before returning to the center again. He traced his fingertips along the flesh of her inner thighs, trailed them along her abdomen.

  Heat churned beneath his touch, reigniting the flames of her desire. Faith urged him on with a contended sigh.

  His exploration moved higher. He cupped her round breasts, measured them with his hands. “The perfect size.” His fingers tightened around them. “An exact handful.” He loosened his grip, massaging them in slow circles. Fingertip vises closed over her nipples and stretched them taut.

  Faith gasped as lightning struck the hardened nubs.

  “So responsive,” Richard breathed while his fingers twisted and pulled. He released her breasts, and leaned over her. His chiseled, bare chest brushed over the sensitive peaks as he settled over her, his cock teased her wet opening. “It’s Master’s turn.” He pulled the blindfold from her eyes. “I want you see how much your submission pleases me, Faith.”

  She blinked in the sudden burst of light, her eyes hypersensitive after so much time in the dark. Her breath caught in her throat as Richard’s brilliant emerald eyes came into focus, followed by the warm glow of his beautiful smile.

  “Hello, stranger.”

  He dipped low, pressing his mouth to hers in a gentle, almost chaste kiss, and drove his cock deep into her. He nipped at her lower lip, eating her gasp of shock. “Miss me?”

  Her hands slid up his muscled arms to his strong shoulders as a carnal smile curled her lips. “Let me show you, Sir.” Her nails dug into his shoulders and her legs wrapped tight around his waist. She locked her ankles behind him, and arched her back, shivering with desire as she drove his rock-hard lance even deeper.

  A chuckle rumbled from him, heating Faith to her toes. “That’s my girl.”

  She clung to him as his hips began to move, slow at first, drawing away until she whimpered in distress, only to bury himself deep inside her again. Her body answered his call with a will of its own, her pelvis lifting to accept the force of his possession, her eagerness for it stoking the flames of her passion to dizzying heights. Unable to tear her gaze from his, mesmerized by the animal desire reflected in their depths, Faith’s fingers explored the sinews of his back, slipped lower to caress perfectly toned flanks, guiding him into her pussy over and over, savoring each new surge of ecstasy his movements elicited.

  Richard bent low, nipped at the sensitive flesh of her throat, sending prickles of heat through her upper body while his hips continued to work their magic on the lower half. Their heartbeats mingled as he pumped into her, stealing away the last vestige of her defenses and leaving her deliciously exposed and vulnerable.

  Faith clung to him as needles of pleasure stabbed her center, stealing her breath. “Oh, Master…” her muscles tensed as she opened herself further, unable to get close enough.

  The carnal tone of Richard’s low growl hardened her nipples to twin jewels. “That’s right, Faith. Accept the truth of it. You are mine.”

  His words penetrated her hazy brain and took hold, sending a ripple of contented warmth through her veins. Her pussy throbbed its answer, closing around his cock with rhythmic regularity.

  “Are you ready to come for me again, pet?”

  The whispered question sent Faith soaring higher, her legs muscles quivering. While she had never been a multi-orgasmic woman, there was no doubting the pressure building within her, or the heat churning in her stomach, threatening to consume her. “God, yes, Master! Please let me come for you.” Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his ass, broadcasting her desperation.”Please?”

  “Come with me, pet. Show me you’re mine.” Richard drove into her, grunting with each thrust, intense green eyes burning into her, branding her as his. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her pussy toward him as his hips quickened their pace.

  Faith stared into the sweet abyss of his gaze. A sense of protected comfort danced along her nerve endings as she gave in to his command, letting go of everything she held back. Her back arched. She lifted her hips, matching his movements stroke for stroke, as giant waves of bliss crested over her, each one pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion. Her breath came in short pants. When she could get no closer to the sun without dissolving in a shower of sparks, Faith tossed her head back and let go. She cried out her pleasure with wild abandon, muscles seizing tight as the full force of the orgasm gripped her.

  Richard growled his approval as he joined her on the surface of the sun, his hot seed spilling into her, warming her from the inside out.

  She held herself still, his cock buried deep and throbbing against her inner walls, willing the moment to last into eternity. Her heart hammered so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. A contented grin pulled at her lips as Richard settled her back against the mattress.

  He moved with her, hips fused to hers, seemingly unwilling to remove the rod still sheathed in her warm, quivering pussy, which suited her just fine. Richard smiled down at her, melting Faith into a puddle of delight. His index finger traced along her shoulder. “Too many nights like this one, and I may never let you go home.”

  Flabbergasted by her body’s reaction to his words, a giddy chuckle bubbled from her. “Oh, the horror.”

  Richard pulled out of her. He rolled away, settling on the bed at her side, and drew her against his firm chest. His lips brushed the crown of her head. “You have no idea.”

  Contentment washed over her as she nestled against him and listened to the steady cadence of his breathing.

  “So tell me, Faith. Why did you call me ‘Master’ earlier? You’ve always used Sir before.”

  It was a fair question. One Faith wasn’t sure she really knew the answer to. She lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “It just came out. I wasn’t really thinking at the time.” Her cheeks heated. Had she offended him?

  His arms tightened around her. “I was very pleased to hear it. It shows you are accepting your submission, that your body knows who controls you, even if your mind may not be ready to accept it.”

  She stifled a yawn as she considered the truth in his words.

  “Sleepy, pet?”

  Faith offered him a lazy smile. “I’m okay.”

  The rumble of his laugh vibrated against her back. “You’re also a terrible liar. Yet another thing I appreciate about you.” He tucked an arm under her head and laid the other over her hip. “Now, be a good girl and get some rest. Perhaps we’ll play again in the morning.”

  Heart bursting with joy, she wiggled her bottom closer to his heat and closed her eyes. “Yes, Master.”

  * * * *

  Faith woke to find herself still nestled tightly against Richard’s warm body and bright, early morning sunshine streaming through the gauzy gray curtains of his bedroom. Not quite ready to face the realities of dawn, she snuggled deeper into the covers, inhaled a lungful of his spicy scent, and pressed her eyes closed.

  When she opened them again, her gaze locked with Richard, who sat reclined against the headboard. Had he been watching her sleep? She moved to sit up, cheeks heating.r />
  Richard held her in place, a smile lighting his features. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Sorry, I was just…”

  “Just nothing. I’m not done admiring your beauty quite yet. The black leather collar suits you, pet.”

  A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but before she could thank him, Richard swiped the blankets away with a quick jerk, exposing her nudity, and letting all the trapped heat out from under them.

  Faith squealed, wrapped her arms around her bared breasts and rolled into him. Burying her face against his chest, she gave an exaggerated shiver. “Too cold.”

  “It’s like eighty degrees in here.”

  She peeked up at him. “It was until you let all the heat out of the covers.”

  He reached between her arms and tweaked a nipple. “Don’t worry. You’ll warm up while you’re making the coffee. You know where everything is, yes?”

  She shivered and glanced across the room at the bedroom door. “It’s so far away.”

  His laughter warmed her some. “You’ll survive. I like mine black, one sugar.” He gave her behind a pinch. “Hop to it. The sooner it’s done, the sooner you can return to the warm covers.” A teasing light danced in his eyes. “And, more importantly, me.”

  Faith bowed her lips into a pretty pout. “May I have a kiss to keep me warm during my journey to the harsh and frozen realm of ceramic kitchen tiles?”

  “How can I refuse you when you ask so nicely, fair maiden?” He gripped her chin, his sweet mouth descending towards hers. A hair’s breath from reaching her parted lips, Richard hesitated. “What do you say?”

  “Please?” she begged.

  He captured her mouth with his, heating Faith to her toes in the space of an instant, and scattering her thoughts like autumn leaves in a brisk wind.

  She melted against him, whimpering when his tongue invaded and teased hers, taunting it to join in his erotic dance. Her hands slid up his toned pectorals on their way to encircle his neck.

  Richard captured her wrists, stopping her timid advance in its tracks. He drew his hot lips away, leaving her breathless. “Oh, no you don’t. Nice try, little minx. Coffee first. Your reward comes afterward.”

  Faith dropped her gaze, guilt prickling the back of her neck. He’d given her so much already, and what had she really done for him? Certainly nothing substantial enough to allow her to claim the title of his submissive. Forget slave. And she’d had the balls to call him ‘Master’. She scooted from the bed, giving herself a mental scolding. “Yes, Sir.”

  “We’re back to using Sir now, are we?”

  She lowered her feet to the plush carpet and turned around. It took effort to meet his questioning gaze, and even then, she held it only a moment before she was once more staring at the bedspread. “I was just thinking. I didn’t really earn the right to call you master, and it might have been presumptuous of me to do that.”

  “And what if I demanded it? Told you I expected to be your Master. That my goal was to truly own you. All of you. Mind, body, heart, and soul? To be the reason you get up in the morning, and to know your greatest desire, your very purpose, is to please me.”

  Faith opened her mouth, but no words came out. Something in the intensity of his gaze stalled her tongue. Was she truly ready for that sort of commitment? Capable of that degree of trust?

  He saved her from having to answer. “Just something to ponder while you make that coffee.”

  She flashed a half-smile. “Coffee. Right.”

  ”Good girl. Bring it back here when it’s finished, and we’ll enjoy it together.” He patted the space on the mattress she’d just vacated. “I’ll keep your spot warm.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Faith padded across the carpet, grabbing a terrycloth robe from the coat rack near the bathroom door on her way by.

  “What are you doing?”

  She froze mid stride, one arm half stuffed in the robe’s sleeve and glanced over her shoulder. “Getting the coffee, Sir.”

  “Put the robe back on the peg, Faith. I didn’t give you permission to cover yourself.”

  Her teeth grabbed her lower lip. She backed up, pulling her arm from the robe. “Sorry, Sir. My bad.” She put it back on the rack.

  “I enjoy the way your perfectly round ass wiggles when you walk. Sue me.”

  A wide grin split her face and the knot of tension left her shoulders. “Understood, Sir.”

  Feeling much lighter, Faith resumed her trek to the kitchen, hips swaying with wanton abandon. She rounded the corner at the end of the hall and tripped over a sleeping Hercules. Staggering forward, she made a flailing grab for the counter to keep herself from sprawling face first onto the floor. “Oh yeah. That was graceful.” She used the slab of granite to right herself and cast a quick glance towardthe hall to ensure Richard hadn’t seen her careening ass over teakettle through his kitchen in all her naked, clumsy glory.

  Satisfied her secret was safe, Faith made short work of getting the coffee brewing. While she waited for it to finish percolating, she filled Hercules’ empty dishes with fresh food and water. Her thoughts wandered to her own dinner the night before, and to the activities that followed, her nipples drawing tight at the reminder.

  Focus!

  Giving herself a mental shake, she checked the cupboards for a something to could use for a serving tray, finally producing what she sought in the lower cabinet next to a pair of never used cookie sheets. Faith opened the folding legs under the tray and placed it on the counter. She set the two coffee mugs on it and frowned. It looked empty. Not at all what she would consider a suitable breakfast. She tapped her chin while considering the options. Her gaze scanned the kitchen. There had to be some food in this giant space. Somewhere.

  A quick check of the refrigerator earned her one unexpired vanilla yogurt, an apple, and a pint of half-and-half for her coffee. No eggs. No bacon. Faith refused to open any of the half dozen foam takeout containers lining the shelves. She wasn’t that brave.

  Searching the breadbox added a solitary corn muffin to her makeshift feast.

  She grabbed a spoon for the yogurt and one for the coffee from the drawer next to the sink and a small plate for the muffin from a cabinet above it. Once she had everything arranged on the tray to her satisfaction, she brought the two empty mugs to the coffeepot and filled them with the aromatic brew. She added a spoonful of sugar to Richard’s before making her own cup, and brought them both back to the serving tray.

  Casting a glance at Hercules for his approval, she hefted up the tray and headed back to Richard. The collar nestled around her throat centered her as she turned the corner and stepped through the bedroom door, forcefully unabashed by her nudity. The smile on her lips faded when she caught sight of Richard, reclining on the bed in slacks and no shirt, ankles crossed and cell phone to his ear.

  He offered her a silencing finger as he spoke into the phone. “No, I agree with you. If we don’t take advantage now, we’ll suffer in the long run. I can be there in twenty minutes.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. “No, it’s fine. I’ll just take care of it when I’m finished there. I don’t expect it will take long, but the information I need for the contract is on my desk in the office.” He paced to the bathroom door, pivoted on his heel and stalked toward the bed. “Okay. See you then.” Richard hit a button on the phone and stuffed it into his pocket as he stalked across to the closet and disappeared inside. He emerged a few moments later wearing a powder blue dress shirt. As he finished fastening the last button, his gaze shifted to Faith. Smiling, he headed her way, swiping the mug of black coffee from the tray when he reached her. “Thanks, pet. As you probably heard. I’m going to have to run for a bit.” He watched her over the rim of the steaming cup as he took a small sip. “Mmm…good stuff.” He scanned the tray, scooped up the apple, and awarded her with a broad grin. “I see you went foraging.” He took a bite out of the juicy fruit, chewing with relish before tossing a wink her way. “Resourceful.
I like that.”

  Unsure what to do, Faith just stood there, tray in hand.

  His expression shifted, becoming more serious as he pinned her with his gaze. “We have unfinished business. Can you wait for me? Or did you have plans for today?”

  Their date was originally scheduled for later that evening, so Faith had set aside the whole day to prepare for that. “No. I was just going to get ready for tonight. I can wait.” It occurred to her she had nothing to wear except the dress she’d worn last night, which was balled up in on the floor by the dresser.

  “Excellent. Make yourself at home. The muffin is yours. I’ll take Hercules with me. He needs to go out anyway, and it will give me an excuse to walk to the office.” His gaze dropped to the collar around her neck. “You’re welcome to grab something to wear from my closet until I get back, but leave the collar on for me.”

  Heat rippled through her limbs. She enjoyed his little gestures of possessiveness, as well as the wickedly delicious effects they had on her body. Her nipples had already contracted to tight nubs, and Faith would swear she felt wetness trickle from her pussy to slick her folds. “Yes, Sir.”

  And then, he was gone.

  His animated voice bounced down the hall from the living room as he spoke to Hercules, and a few moments later, silence.

  She huffed a sigh. “Well, that didn’t go according to plan.” Faith trudged over to the bed and set the tray on the mattress. A quick about face, and she crossed to the coat rack by the bathroom and grabbed the terry robe Richard hadn’t let her wear earlier. She enjoyed a tiny victory as she donned it, tying the belt around her waist.

  Faith grabbed the muffin plate and her coffee from the tray and headed for the living room and its amazing floor-to-ceiling views. It was her favorite part of Richard’s impressive apartment. As she started down the hallway, the sound of the front door clicking shut alerted her to Richard’s return.