The Affair: Week 5 by Beth Kery

breasts thrust forward. It was a submissive pose, there was no doubt about it. But the vibrator was buzzing at her sensitive flesh, and Vanni was like a visual feast in front of her—an entire spread of gilded skin, hard muscle, and tumescent sex. And besides, she saw the way his gaze heated as he inspected her. He was pleased.
    And so was she.
    “You’re very beautiful.” She smiled because she heard the note of awed sincerity in his gruff voice.
    “Did the vibrator stay in place?” he asked.
    “Right on target.”
    His lips tilted at her quick response.
    His hand opened, and he set the bottle of what she assumed was lubricant on the mattress. What was he going to do with that? He reached for his cock.
    Her eyes widened when he looped something around the tip—a sort of thin black lasso. He pushed the flexible lasso down several inches of his cock. She blinked in amazement and looked up at him.
    “Is that like a cock ring?” she asked hesitantly. She knew about cock rings. She was a nurse, after all, and had done training in an emergency room. It wasn’t every day that a man presented with a cock ring ER nightmare, but they happened, and she’d been a witness to two, and heard tales of others.
    “Why do you have that worried look on your face?” he asked.
    “I’m a nurse,” she said, shrugging. “Those things have been known to cause a man a real nightmare when the blood gets constricted and they get . . . stuck.”
    She blinked at his brilliant smile. “It’s not a cock ring. And that’s
not
what I’m using it for.”
    “Good,” she said, relieved. “Because you don’t have any problems with . . . you know. Being hard.”
And beautiful and . . . delicious looking.
    “It’s loose. See?” He wiggled the lasso slightly, proving his point. “I’m not using it to constrict anything. It’s just a limit.”
    “A limit?”
    He nodded, holding her stare. “You’re only allowed to suck down to the limit. This time.”
    Her eyes widened as comprehension dawned. Relief rushed through her. She’d been worried about his size and girth, and he’d realized it. But she could handle this, couldn’t she?
    “Come here,” he said, waving his hand in a beckoning gesture toward his cock. She bent and lowered her face over his lap, catching his male scent. Her mouth watered and she swallowed thickly. He picked up the lubricant from the mattress and opened it.
    “I’m going to put this on the lower part of the shaft,” he explained, his low, gruff voice causing the hair to prickle along her neck. He poured some of the lubricant on his hand. “I’ll see to this, and you’re responsible for the part above the limit,” he explained. “But just watch for a moment, learn a little about what feels good to me.”
    She watched from her up-close position, her lungs burning in excited anticipation as he rubbed the shiny liquid up and down on his lower cock. Desire sluiced through her, sharp and breathtaking, at the vision of his big, male hand fisting his cock. He could encircle the girth completely, something she hadn’t been able to do with her own hand. He pumped matter-of-factly, his actions quite forceful, shocking her a little. Every once in a while, he included his balls in his vigorous massage.
    The smell of strawberries reached her nose and she inhaled. “It’s scented and flavored,” he said from above her, obviously noticing her appreciative sniff. “I have it specially made with a tincture of fruit extract. Unfortunately for you, tonight you only get the unflavored tip,” he added, and she heard the smile in his voice. “Are you ready to suck?” he asked quietly as he continued to pump his cock.
    She nodded fervently. Watching him jack himself was doing strange things to her. She suddenly felt single-minded. The stimulation on her pussy only seemed to amplify her hyperfocus on his cock. Given where he’d put the limit of the lasso, he got more of himself than she did.
    She was