One
Nyx
Home.
The crack of leather against skin.
The low moan of pleasure that came from the very edge of pain, intensifying each delicious sensation. My nerves hummed with anticipation, the air thick with electricity and desire.
The scent of spice and silk and leather surrounded me, filling my senses. For some people, the smell of fresh baked goods or flowers set the mood for their houses, but for me, home would always be spice and silk and leather.
Because those were the scents, I associated with him.
Bradyn Traylor.
The love of my life. The man who had gone from boyfriend to fiancé last year and would be going from fiancé to husband in just eight days. Christmas Eve. One day short from being exactly a year since he proposed.
We’d been through so much together that I still felt like pinching myself at times, needing to make sure all of this wasn’t a dream. Heaven knew I’d had enough nightmares in my past for a lifetime.
With a flick of my wrist, I sent the nine leather straps of the flogger toward Bradyn’s back. It’d been a couple months since I’d truly been the Dominant to him, and I intended to enjoy every second of it. I loved sex with Bradyn in every way, no matter who was submitting or even if neither of us were.
BDSM was a big part of our sex life, but there were occasions when we both enjoyed ‘vanilla’ sex too, neither of us finding it boring. Bradyn was the only man I’d ever had ‘normal sex’ with. Just like he was the only man I’d ever allowed to top me.
“That’s four.” Licking my lips, I admired the pink stripes already lining his skin. “But you earned five. Do you want the last one on your back or your ass?”
While he thought the question over, I walked around him, taking a moment to ogle the man I still couldn’t believe was mine. Golden blond hair. Dark blue eyes. Dimples. He’d turned thirty this year, but he had one of those ‘pretty boy’ faces that meant he barely looked like he was in his mid-twenties. It was half the reason he always kept some facial hair.
I personally liked the way it felt on my skin, especially the insides of my thighs.
“Ass.”
My smile widened. His choice didn’t really surprise me. In fact, I suspected he’d asked for me to Dominate him and had intentionally ‘earned’ a punishment exactly for this reason. We were flying down to Savannah tomorrow morning, and it turned him on to have his ass a little sore when he knew he would be sitting for a long period of time, with no way to find relief.
“All right.” Taking my time, I let the ends of the flogger trail across his broad shoulders and then down his spine as I walked back to my position. “Ass, it is.”
I added a little extra strength to the swing, just enough that the crack was a little bit louder, the impact a little bit harder. He made a low sound, one that meant he was wound tight enough that he could come easily.
Not yet.
I put the flogger in the box of toys to be cleaned and then walked around to the side of the bed. I’d bought new lingerie for our trip and wedding, but tonight, I’d decided to wear an old favorite. Well, not that old. It’d been one of Bradyn’s gifts to me last Christmas. I thought it’d be nice to wear it for our last night in our apartment as an engaged couple. When we returned home after the first of the year, we’d be married. A family.
As I climbed onto the bed, I let myself enjoy the front view of my gorgeous man. I had to admit, there was something I loved about being sexily dressed while Bradyn was naked. And what I was wearing was definitely sexy.
The leather bustier went from just above my belly button to the bottom of my breasts, where it turned into sheer black lace. Supported by the leather and teasing with glimpses of flesh through the delicate fabric, this top made my breasts look fantastic. With the bustier, I wore a matching black lace thong.
To top it all off – or more accurately, bottom it off – were a pair of six-inch boots that were pretty much useless to me outside the bedroom. They were leather as well, coming to two inches above my knee. Definitely not practical for a PI, but awesome for sex appeal.
“Damn, firebird,” Bradyn groaned. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I wasn’t sure which I liked more, the fact that he’d used his special nickname for me, or that he was worked up enough that his Georgian accent was thick as molasses.
No, I decided. My favorite thing was the look in his eyes when they went to the darkest blue that could still be called blue rather than black. It was hunger and heat and lust and want and need…it was everything I felt for him reflected back at me. I’d never dreamed I’d have anyone look at me like that. Or that I’d ever look like that at someone else.
“Nyx?”
I gave myself a mental shake and moved up to the head of the bed. I settled in as I spoke, “Just thinking about how much I love you.”
His face lit up, and my heart gave an unsteady thump.
I didn’t let either of those things distract me, though. I had a scene to continue and orgasms to have and give. As I tweaked my nipple through the lace before cupping my breast, I kept my eyes on Bradyn’s face, loving the way he followed my fingers.
My other hand did the same things to the breast on that side, and little zings of pleasure went through me. I enjoyed it, but I was more interested in watching Bradyn. The physical sensations were nothing compared to all the emotions building inside me. I loved this man so damn much that it was nearly overwhelming.
While my right finger and thumb rolled my nipple, my other hand slid down my stomach and into my panties. I made a small sound as my fingers brushed over my sensitive skin, and Bradyn swallowed hard. I’d told him he wasn’t allowed to move from where he was, and I could see his fingers twitching at his sides, wanting to touch but also wanting to obey.
I’d been wet from the moment Bradyn had stripped, and my fingers slid between my slick folds with ease. I moaned a little when my middle finger made a light pass over my swollen clit on its way down to my entrance. It wouldn’t take much for me to come. As the finger slid inside me, my palm skimmed my clit and a shiver raised goosebumps on my skin.
“Fuck, Nyx,” Bradyn groaned. His hands curled into fists.
“Soon,” I promised. “But first…”
My fingers moved back up, working in quick circles over that swollen bundle of nerves. Each pass sent pleasure racing across my nerves like electricity, scorching a path through my body until I felt like I was on fire. My breathing quickened as I burned, and my teeth sunk into my lip, adding a slight edge of pain. My back arched, and Bradyn made a sound in the back of his throat.
“So close,” I gasped.
What I really wanted was to have him inside me, but it wasn’t the time yet. Being the one in charge didn’t mean I didn’t get impatient too, just that I had to be the one to maintain control.
Just because I couldn’t come the way I wanted yet didn’t mean I wouldn’t get to come at all.
My free hand grasped my breast, and I squeezed it tight. Almost too tight, but that was the little bit extra I needed to tip over the edge. I let my eyes fall closed, let the pleasure wash over me, let myself drift on that bliss for several long moments before I started to come down.