Trace & Tori [The ShadowDance Club 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 3

  “Well, I…um…I think I know what you are asking, and I’ve only had regular sex, but I have always wondered…well, about other kinds of sex because I don’t seem to be doing the regular stuff quite right because well…because…ummm…well…” How am I ever going to tell this amazing man that I’ve only had sex twice and both times were really disappointing for me and for the men I was with.

  “Let’s try this, how many men have you had sex with?” He decided it might be easier if he asked direct questions that she simply had to answer, and he’d be able to fill in most of the blanks just by watching her body language.

  “Two, one in college and one not long after I moved to Houston.”

  “Very good, princess. Now, how many times did you have sex with your first partner?” Trace was feeling pangs of jealousy, and those were surprising him - a lot!

  “Um, well, I only had sex with each of them one time…they didn’t seem to think it was an experience worth repeating…if you know what I mean.” Her deep sigh of resignation told him volumes about who the asshats had likely blamed for the fact the sex hadn’t fulfilled her.

  “Tori, did you climax during either of those sexual experiences?” Trace could feel her body tense and knew the answer immediately. He didn’t see any reason to make her feel any more humiliation than her partners had already piled on her, so he didn’t wait for her answer. “Sweetness, I can tell by your body language that you didn’t have an orgasm, and I promise you that is going to end tonight. Now, let’s see what we can do about letting you fall over the edge of pleasure into a space so filled with warmth and sensation that you will wonder how you’ve lived without it.” He had been using his voice to draw her in, and he knew from experience that his voice’s deep tones were a powerful tool when seducing a woman, and he had every intention of seducing this one with every single skill he’d learned over the years. Tori deserved an experience that she’d be able to remember for the rest of her life because for all intents and purposes she was essentially a virgin to the pleasures of the flesh. She only needed a tour guide, and he knew every stop along the way.

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  Tori was embarrassed to her toes that she had told the most amazing man she’d ever met about her two very humiliating previous sexual experiences. Oh yeah, Tori, every man wants to hear about the other men that have fucked you…NOT! Even if they ask, they don’t really want to know. What on earth were you thinking?

  Feeling her tension, Trace pulled back from her and looked at her thoughtfully. “Tell me what just went racing through your thoughts.” When her eyes went wide, he continued. “Your body gives you away, princess. Now out with it.” He’d used a bit of his Dom voice that time, and it had the desired effect.

  “I was thinking that I shouldn’t have spoken about the other men, it’s tacky, and I can’t imagine you really wanted to hear about that. I’m sorry. I really don’t know what came over me.” Trace was absolutely captivated by her honesty even as he was mentally mapping out a plan to improve her self-esteem. The pink flush that was working itself over her satin-soft cheeks was so adorable he had to fight grinning at her like a fool.

  “Well, I asked you, so that means I did want to know. If we’re going to find mutual satisfaction, I need to know about your previous experiences, without that background information, I’d waste a lot of time with hit-and-miss experimentation, and that is time I would much prefer putting to better use.” Sliding his fingers through her folds, he kept talking to her as he felt her body flushing with the heat of her arousal, watching as her entire body turned a beautiful shade of pink, he told her, “I’m going to love watching you come, I can already tell your body is going to sing for me, and I’m going to make sure you sleep like a baby tonight, sweetness.” Trace couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed touching a woman as much as he was enjoying his time with Tori. And the fact that she was proving to be very responsive was a very pleasant bonus.

  Tori closed her eyes and moaned softly. Listening to Trace’s words was almost hypnotizing. Trace continued his verbal assault on her senses saying, “First I’m going to make sure my fingers are well coated with your body’s natural lube, and then I’m going to rub your clit with my fingers, drawing it out from its hiding place. When you are close to your first climax, I’m going to pull back because your release will be so much stronger if it is delayed and because I am selfish and I want my cock deep inside you when you come for the first time.” Tori could feel her heart beating a frenetic tattoo inside her chest, and she was surprised it didn’t beat itself right out of her body. She could feel her breathing shift to shallow pants, and she was certain she would be able to come just from listening to Trace describe what he was planning to do to her. The man’s voice and hands were both pure magic. There was something about their instant connection that drew her to him like a moth to a flame. She couldn’t help but worry she was rushing into something without using her head, but at this moment she just couldn’t make her brain work on a level that would support logic or reasoning. Deciding she would worry about it later, she tilted her head back and let the sensations bombarding her take her along for the ride.

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  Trace watched as Tori’s mind finally let go, and she finally allowed her body to take over. He always loved that moment with a sub when their minds went silent and they let all the little worries and tensions slide to the side so there was nothing left but sensation and feeling racing through their sweet bodies. The best subs he knew were brilliant men and women who knew the value of getting outside their own heads. Most of those subs described their submission as a chance to let someone else take the reins for awhile and just float to a place where they had no responsibility other than to obey the commands and bathe in the ecstasy that only a Dom could give them.

  Watching a sub slip into that nether land of subspace was the biggest turn-on in the world. Victoria Paulson was obviously a very bright woman, and getting her past her own thinking would be a challenge he would enjoy. He was certain she was a natural sub, but he knew she would likely describe herself as more of a peacekeeper personality at this point. It would be fun to help her explore her curiosity about kink and provide experiences that would help her identify what her particular twist was.

  Moving his fingers in a leisurely, random pattern through her slick pussy, he thought one of the first things he would do if she was his sub would be to have her sweet pussy lips waxed so he’d be able to see each muscle clench and tremor. He loved the feel of a bare pussy, and he would sit her on the coffee table in front of his sofa, spread her legs apart as she leaned back on her elbows, and then he would just talk to her. He’d be able to see each and every reaction, and her body would eventually yield all its secrets to him. Moving his fingers up her torso, he painted her dusty-pink-colored nipples with her juices and then sucked the nipple deep in to his mouth before pressing the tight bud against the roof of his mouth. God she tasted so sweet, and suddenly he couldn’t wait to press his face against her pussy and fuck her with his tongue.

  Moving down her gorgeous body, Trace took his time, mapping her with his mouth and making sure he kissed intricate patterns over her softly rounded belly and hip bones before positioning himself between her legs. As soon as Trace plunged his tongue into her pussy, he felt the first telltale tremors of her release, so he pulled back. “You do not have permission to come yet, princess, don’t forget I told you I want to be fucking you when you come for the first time.” This time was just like the last. She reacted immediately to his command. My snow angel may be the most natural sub I’ve ever trained. Trained? Where had that thought come from? He was supposed to be making love to her not thinking about training her. He was trying very hard to stay in the moment, but there was something so basic about their connection, he kept finding his thoughts veering toward the future.

  “I’m sorry…I don’t know how to stop it…Oh please, I was so close. It just felt like I was being swallowed up by this giant wave and then…and th
en it was just gone…” Tori’s voice was taking on that breathy desperation that he loved to reward, so he slowly slid up her body. Hooking his elbows under her knees he pulled her legs up along her sides so they were parallel to her chest, so wide apart so she was entirely open before him.

  “Your body is so fucking perfect, and my cock is so hard I’m afraid this first time may be pretty fast, darlin’, but we’ll take each other right where we need to go, won’t we?” At his last words he slid inside her channel and stilled when her muscles clamped down on him like a vise. Holy shit, this is going to be over before it even starts if you don’t get your shit together, Bartell. Christ, she is so tight. “Relax your vaginal muscles, Tori, let me in. I’m going to give you the release your body is craving.” He could feel her gasp several shallow breaths, trying to align his words with what her body needed to do, when she finally met his gaze eye to eye he could feel her draw strength from him and use it to follow his command. Slowly her hot pussy relaxed just enough that he could continue his deep plunge into her without fear he was damaging the sensitive tissue lining her inner walls. “That’s a good girl. Now relax and let me make your body sing. Put your hands over your head and hold on to the rails of the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you to, understand?” Having her restrain her own hands would afford her the control he knew she wasn’t ready to relinquish yet while allowing him to see how well she handled a bit of bondage.

  “Yes. Oh God, please…I…I need you to move. You feel so wonderful inside me. I can feel the ridges and veins of your cock and…oh God, it’s so hot inside me…and huge!” That was all it took Trace began pumping into her with deep plunges alternated with short strokes. Her words had taken him by surprise, and he’d lost any pretense of control.

  Trace felt the fire in his balls racing up his cock, and just before he sent hot pulsing jets of come up against her waiting cervix, he spoke against her ear. “Come for me, Tori. Let me hear every last bit of your pleasure.”

  Tori heard Trace’s words and felt her body react even before her mind had a chance to process what he’d said, she was thrown over the edge of a chasm of bliss into what she would always remember as the most amazing vortex of swirling color imaginable. She heard someone scream his name, and it was a heartbeat or two before she realized it was her own strangled voice she’d heard. She felt his pulsing cock delivering cum deep inside her, and just that realization alone was enough to send her up and over another peak.

  Trace had thrown back his head and groaned her name as his body was rocked to the core by an orgasm unlike anything he had ever experienced before. On one level he knew his and Nan’s sexual relationship had been wonderful, but this? Oh good God in Heaven, this was something so much larger than anything he’d ever experienced, it was almost a shock. For three years he’d been lost in the depression-fogged memories of a woman he’d loved so deeply he had wondered if he would ever love again. And now the world seemed as if it had just opened itself up in a way he hadn’t even seen coming. Catching his weight on his arms, he framed her face with his large hands and crashed his mouth onto hers. Only their mutual need for oxygen broke the kiss.

  “Oh, darlin’ you rocked my world. That was amazing. I’m going to get a warm, wet cloth. I want you to wait right here.” As he stood he felt his knees start to buckle beneath his weight, and he quickly stiffened them and hurried to bring back a soft cloth. He leaned over Tori’s flushed body and gently cleansed their combined juices from her pussy and thighs. He felt her stiffen and placed a hand on her lower abdomen. “Shhh, it is my responsibility and privilege to take care of you, please don’t deprive me of this pleasure.”

  Watching Tori immediately relax further demonstrated her naturally submissive nature, and he was momentarily distracted by the sight of her lying spread out before him. She was flushed, limp, and sated and just about the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Desire to hold her tightly in his heart as well as against his body washed over him like a tsunami. He cleaned himself with the second cloth and placed them both aside. Getting back in to bed he reached for her and pulled her in to his arms, pillowing her sweet face against his shoulder and smiled as she snuggled against him. “Princess, you need never worry that you aren’t doing that just right. I think you might have fried a few of my brain cells.” He smiled at her soft giggle and pulled her even closer. “Rest now, sweetness.” He pressed a kiss to her hair and inhaled the sweet smell of citrus and sage laced with the intoxicating scent of a well-loved woman. Falling asleep with Tori in his arms felt so right he just let his mind drift into the abyss of contentment.

  Chapter 4

  Trace was awakened twice during the night by Tori’s restlessness. He could tell she was struggling on the fringes of a bad dream, and he wondered how long it had been since she’d gotten any decent, uninterrupted sleep. But each time she had settled immediately when he’d pulled her close and encircled her with his warm embrace, a fact that he found immensely satisfying. Just after dawn he moved carefully to get out of bed without disturbing her. He’d given all the ranch hands the day off, it was Thanksgiving after all, so that meant he was going to be doing all of their chores as well as his own.

  Ever since he’d lost Nan, holidays just hadn’t held any significance for him, but he wanted his men to enjoy their families, and he had always been grateful for the extra work to keep his mind off what he’d lost. He hadn’t even thought about what Tori would think of spending the Thanksgiving alone, and as he sat on the edge of the bed he felt her stir next to him. When he turned back to her she was looking at him with sleepy eyes, her hair was a mass of disarray, her lips swollen from his kisses, and he didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone as beautiful as the sweet snow angel nestled in his rumpled bed. “Good morning, sweetheart, how did you sleep?” Brushing a few wayward curls from her face, he traced his fingers along her jaw in a soft caress. He smiled as she leaned into his touch, rubbing her soft face against his work-roughened palm like a cat.

  She blushed so hot that even the part in her hair turned crimson “I slept really well after…well, after we…I mean…” She blew out a soft breath and looked up at him smiling sweetly.

  “Princess, I would like to get one thing cleared up between us right now.” The change in her expression was absolute and shocked him. When she started to move away from him, he caught her, easily halting her retreat. “Oh no, you don’t, you have it all wrong princess. I just wanted to make sure you know you can say anything to me without feeling embarrassed or intimidated. We have some things to talk about including the fact I am a Dominant in the bedroom. And, well, often that trait spills over in to the rest of my approach to women, but I like to think of it as chivalry outside of this room.” He chuckled, and when he gave her a warm smile she seemed to relax once again. Her trust was like a balm to his aching heart. He knew she’d been convinced he was going to give her the “Last night was a mistake” speech, and he watched as it took a few minutes for his words to sink in.

  “I don’t really know anything about that lifestyle. I mean I have read a few romance novels, but I don’t have any personal experience…um…I only have my own curiosity.” She’d spoken quietly, but Trace hadn’t missed a single word.

  “Well, why don’t you get up, and we’ll get something to eat, and I’ll see if I can’t answer some of your questions. As a matter of fact, I’d like to ask you some questions also.” When her eyes grew wary, he continued. “I want to learn about the beautiful woman who rocked my world last night, princess, that’s all, please don’t look so frightened every time I say something to you, you’re gonna ruin my reputation as a nice guy with that deer-in-the-headlights look.” He grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap and proceeded to kiss her until she felt nearly boneless in his arms.

  “Now, today is Thanksgiving, but I’ve given all the men the day off which means I have to cover for them. I’ll be grabbing some breakfast and then heading out. I’m going to be covering a lot of the ranch today, and you are
welcome to ride along if you are interested.” He saw her eyes light up, so he went on. “I’d enjoy the company if you wouldn’t mind. I know it’s a holiday and all, and we’ll be busy until dark, but then I thought we could make a big pot of chili and watch a movie together.”

  Tori was suddenly struck by the realization that she and the gorgeous man before her actually had something in common. They’d both experienced great loss, including having the future they had thought was all mapped out unexpectedly snatched out of their grasp by circumstances beyond their control. She didn’t know the details of his wife’s death, he hadn’t elaborated much, but she could see flashes of raw grief occasionally in his eyes.

  Leaning back so she could take his face in her hands, she smiled. “Well, Mr. Bartell, I seem to find myself with a free holiday, and I’d love to spend the day with you and get the scenic tour. Do you think you could show me some of the land my uncle left me also?” Trace cringed inside, feeling guilty for not telling Tori about his many offers to her uncle, but he quickly set the thoughts aside and returned her smile.

  “Well, princess, you can use the shower in here or return to the guest suite, whichever appeals to you. I’m going to start a pot of coffee and then I’ll shower while you’re getting dressed. I think there is bacon in the fridge if you’d like to start it frying when you get finished up here, and then I can finish everything up when I get downstairs.”