When the door closed, Calliope drew her legs back under her and knelt before her master on the couch. “You shouldn’t encourage him.”
“Why not?’ He still wore his grin, and her censure did nothing to abate it. Quite the opposite in fact.
“It’s immoral.” She belied the sentiment with her own poorly hidden grin.
“Is that so?”
“Mmhm. You’re a terrible influence.” She leaned forward on the palms of her hands and tilted her chin up to meet his hand as he reached out to grasp it. He leaned in as well, his sun colored eyes burning into hers, and she found herself wetting her lips automatically, her eyes flicking to his mouth and back again.
“I had no idea you thought that about me. That I am a bad influence.”
She resisted the urge to grin wider when his own eyes also flickered downward. “Yes. You’re a very, bad, man. You told me yourself once that you weren’t a very nice person. Remember?”
“I might recall something like that.” He surprised her by releasing her and pulling away. But his smile took on a new heat as his eyes raked over her. He turned himself to face her fully, sitting so as to straddle the backless couch, and leaned back. “Do you know what I think?”
“What, my Lord?”
“I think that behind every bad man there’s a very bad woman.”
She laughed. “What, corrupted you? Not I?”
“You.” He sighed theatrically. “I had so much potential, but you’ve ruined me.”
She did grin at that… and slid a hand up one of his thighs, letting her fingers tease beneath the edge of his wrap. “It can’t have been me.”
“I say it is you. And it just so happens that I’m always right.” She watched his face carefully, but he showed no reaction to her exploring hand.
“Ah, but my Lord, it’s not possible. You see I’ll admit to having been in front of you, above you, and more often than not, beneath you… but never behind you. I haven’t the right… parts, for such things.”
He chuckled again, though his expression told her it was despite himself. She reveled in the victory.
“Do you know what else I think?”
“What, Master?”
“That you’re a little overdressed for the occasion.”
Her own grin turned tremulous as she felt the heat of his gaze suffuse her skin. She found herself biting her lower lip as she pulled the pin from the shoulder of her dress and held the bunched cloth against her breast.
It wasn’t as if she were unused to being nude before him, or unused to the dark, fiery expression slowly claiming his features, but still, she couldn’t ignore the nervous fluttering in her stomach, nor the hot flush of anxious excitement crawling over her skin.
“What occasion is that my lord?” She asked in a soft voice as she dropped the fabric and allowed it to pool loosely around her knees. Her eyes darted away from his and downward, catching for a moment the sight of her own already blushing breasts and the pebbled flesh gracing their tips.
She gazed up at him through her lowered lashes, fighting the sudden inclination to cover herself and escape those burning eyes.
He didn’t answer, but reached for her. Yet, instead of pulling her into his arms or up to his lips as she expected him to, he turned her so that she was seated between his legs, her shoulders resting against his chest.
She relaxed into his embrace as his arms wrapped around her, and let out a contented hum of pleasure when she felt his lips brush against her ear and trail hotly down the length of her neck. “Well,” he began again, his voice a deep rumble that echoed beneath her skin, “the occasion that I learn you how to be bad.”
“Bad, or very bad?” She whispered distractedly, her mind only barely keeping up with his words, and not at all able to come up with anything clever… though really, he sounded like he was having the same problem.
“Very, very bad.”
“As bad as all that?”
“Worse.” It was more growl than word, and she swallowed hard.
“And h-how do you propose to do that?” She stuttered breathlessly as he suckled lightly on the flesh of her throat.
“If you don’t have the part… I’ll just have to give it to you, won’t I. And teach you through example. Do you think you can keep up with the lesson, sweet?”
She let out a sound that was something like a laughing moan and pressed firmly against him. She could feel the part in question rubbing against her back.
His arms squeezed her once before loosening, letting his hands smooth over her sides and across the tops of her legs, his fingers curling in to grip the insides of her thighs, pulling them apart until they were pressed to his. The flush of her skin became a burn as her full focus was drawn to the sensation of cool air against the rapidly dampening folds of her sex and the pulsing throb within.
He didn’t stop there but pulled her higher against his body, and shifted her legs so that they rested over his, dangling and stretched wide on either side of his spread thighs.
She squirmed as his teeth grazed her shoulder and reached up run her palm along his rough cheek. His hands left her and she felt the cloth between them pull away, leaving his smooth, hot length pressed against her back. His hands returned, this time capturing hers and pulling them up by the wrists to wrap around his neck.
Her legs remained where he’d placed them, held apart by his own, leaving her unable to squeeze her thighs to satisfy the persistent throb at their apex. She ground her hips instead, half in frustration, half in encouragement, earnestly hoping he’d accept the invitation.
She let out a moaning sigh and gripped his neck as his hands moved down her arms and body, one pausing to cup the swell of her breast, and the other passing lower to cover the heat between her thighs. She pressed against him, but his fingers refused to do anything but tease her thighs and outer folds with the lightest of caresses.
She dropped a hand to press his more firmly to her, pushing his thick middle finger deeper with her own, and grinding her hips to slide him along her wet slit. She felt the vibration of his chuckle as he allowed her to use him to pleasure herself. But the allowance was short lived, and he caught up her hand, replacing it around his neck.
“Hang on. Don’t let go.” The whisper in her ear sent a shiver through her.