the glass onto the table. “This reminds me of our champagne moment.” He gets down on his knees, too, so we’re facing each other, and bends his dark head down to suck my nipples—one, then the other. They’re tender from his earlier punishment, but just a little. I whimper as he bites down, and then moan as the pain turns to pleasure.
“Your skin is so delicious.” He bites me harder, and I shake. “Let’s get you into the bed.”
He stands up and reaches for my hand, then helps me to my feet. It feels oddly like we’re going to join a dance, like some old-fashioned Victorian dance partners. Only instead of leading me to a row of other dancers, he brings me back to the bed.
We stand there for a moment, and suddenly he kisses me, his mouth on mine, his tongue playing with me. I wrap my arms around him and his go around me, and we press together so closely, I feel like we’re one being for a minute.
“Take off your clothes,” I whisper, pulling at his shirt.
He smiles. I can barely see it in the dark, but I hear it in his voice. “Do you want to help, then?” He holds up a sleeve. “I’ll do the jacket, give you some assistance there.” Then he removes his jacket and tosses it to a chair. “You can do the cufflinks, if you like.”
“I don’t actually know how cufflinks work.” I lean closer to his arm, trying to understand the way the gleaming metal tucks into the hole. “It’s like a button?”
“Yes.”
“These look so old fashioned. Did you get them for tonight, or did you already have them?”
I figure it out and pull out the golden links. They’re heavy in my hand, and soft—I can feel that they’re very valuable.
“Had them already. For a long time.” His voice is somewhat melancholy. Then he brightens up. “But there’s less pleasure in old gold than in bright new jewels. Like you. Temi, you’re a diamond. A sapphire.”
“Sapphires are my favorite.” I touch the earrings that still dangle at my lobes.
“They suit you. You should wear sapphires all day, and nothing else.” He touches my nipples. “Here. We can pierce you and get you gems. Here, too.” He reaches between my legs and brushes my clit. “If you’re brave enough to try it. And bangles for your arms and ankles.”
I lie back and spread my legs. “Show me where you’d like to put that jewel. Use your tongue, professor. I’m going to need explicit directions.”
He laughs. “You think you’re in charge all of a sudden? I thought you wanted my clothes off.”
“Oh, I do. But maybe you can teach me another lesson first. One that’s nicer than the one out there.” I pout. “You were quite mean to me on that bench.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it,” he growls. “You were so wet you nearly made a puddle on the floor. Every goddamn man in there would have killed me out of jealousy, Temi.”
“I still want something nice.” I narrow my eyes at him. I did like it. But it was overwhelming. I want to even the playing field… even if just for a second.
He seems content to play along with my game. “I’m thinking of a location right around…” he spreads my legs and puts his dark head between my thighs, “here.” He flicks the tip of my clit with his tongue. “Maybe not right… here.” He licks it again, softly, round and round, so I squirm and cry out in pleasure. “But perhaps along the sides—a gem on each side, protecting the treasure?”
He licks my labia, then drives his tongue deep into my pussy, pulling it forward over my clit, the pressure almost too much, until I cry out with need.
“I think you’d like the extra sensation.” He licks me again. “I’d hold your pretty legs open the way I like and tease you mercilessly, Temi. Make you wait until you have permission. If you come too soon, I’d spank you with the leather strap and make you wait a few more nights for your next orgasm. How would you like that?”
“No, don’t make me wait, I can’t wait,” I beg. “I want to come right now.”
“Oh, we’re not even close right now,” he chides me, pulling his head away. “This is just a chat. A hypothetical.”
But my thighs quiver with desire, and my whole body quakes. I force myself to take deep breaths, get myself away from the