The Test

She eyed the dark corset and stockings spread enticingly on her white satin duvet. It would be tonight. She knew it. And if she were truthful, she knew he did too.

Samantha sat on the small padded bench in front of her vanity and raised her leg as she smoothed lotion across the still damp skin. The scent of lily of the valleys filled the air as she thought of him, unable keep her mind on anything else tonight.

Again her eyes returned to the lingerie she’d selected with such care for the evening, and a smile curved one corner of her mouth.

She closed her eyes as she remembered their last date. All through the evening the air of expectancy had grown until it had reached a near boiling point. Especially when he’d lingeringly kissed her good night, his hands roaming more fully over her curves than ever before.

A hot shiver rolled through her body at the memory of those large strong hands sliding over her body. Even through her clothes he’d made her wet and needy.

So it would be tonight. Samantha stood and crossed to her bed, enjoying the cool air on her naked body. Her nipples tightened, though from the temperature of the room or the memory of his touch, she didn’t know.

She stopped in front of the bed and let her manicured fingers glide across the silky bodice. With designs reminiscent of a geisha’s kimono woven through it, the midnight blue fabric of the corset practically glowed under her hand with the promise of sensual delights.

It would drive him wild. Men were easy that way. On the most basic level, they looked for one thing. Curves. The desire for curves was written on their DNA from the caveman days. For proof, one only had to look at the cars they most coveted.

Samantha definitely had curves. And she knew exactly how to display her full figure to best effect when attracting a man. The sexy corset and garter set resting so innocently on her bed would do it in spades.

She’d chosen the corset for more than just how good it made her look. Even more than the sexy way it made her feel. There was another reason. The Test.

Jonathon was special. She knew he was interested in more than her impressive cleavage. He liked her wit, and wasn’t intimidated by her intelligence. They’d enjoyed thought provoking and stimulating conversations about life and the world at large. Even as they’d undressed each other with their eyes. But tonight, it was time to separate the men from the boys.

Normally for the first time, she’d choose a pretty bra and panties and make it easy on the man she’d invite into her bed. But not Jon. She wanted to go all out for him. But more importantly, she wanted to see if he was up to the task.

She loved a corset. The heady mixture of demure and naughty got her hot every time she put one on. With a corset, she was covered by fabric from cleavage to pubic bone. Then came the sheer stockings, enveloping her from painted toe to mid thigh.

Yet even with all that was covered, the most sensual section of her body was exposed. Only thin straps snapped to the tops of lacy stockings brushed the soft sensitive skin of her thighs. Nothing veiled the generous arc and curve of her ass, nothing to save the very center of her from full exposure.

Unless she wanted to.

The tiny triangular scrap of matching fabric that was her g-string lay next to the rest. Would she wear it under the straps of the garter or over? Would she be so desperate when they finally returned here at the end of the night that she’d want him to have instant access, or would she be able to pass The test of the corset herself?

And there lie the mystery. And the anticipation. What kind of a man would he be? Would he fumble with the intricacies of the corset? Would he rip it from her body? Would he not even attempt to undo the ribbon laces at her back and go straight for the prize?

Or would he have control? Would he see it for what she did? A challenge. A seduction. But most importantly, something truly worth waiting for.

She’d wear the panties under the garters. The full set. Desire flowed like thick honey through her veins at the thought.

What kind of man would he be?

* * *

Dinner had been delicious, but dessert had been even better. Every bite of creamy cheesecake she had licked off the long dessert spoon Jon had fed her from heightened the electric buzz of sexual tension flowing between them until she thought she’d burst into flames. And now they stood outside her door, his dark eyes shining down on her, the carnal heat in them igniting a matching fire low in her belly.

A lock of dark hair fell across his forehead. With slow precision, she reached up and smoothed it back. She refrained from dragging her fingers through the smooth strands and pulling him down to meet her mouth. She had worked hard all evening to build up the anticipation. She’d be damned if she would be the one to break it. Returning her hand to her side, she resisted the urge to preen under his intense regard.

“Would you like to come in?” Samantha knew the seductive promise of her voice showed in her eyes.

His answering grin did strange things to her heart. She turned to unlock the door, and his hand rested against the small of her back as he escorted her inside. A small knowing smile graced her lips as she walked forward, his questing fingers curiously following the path of her spine as he traced the crisscrossed ribbons of the corset concealed under her sheer black dress.

She stopped at the center of the room and turned to face him and found herself encircled by one strong arm. His fingers continued to stroke the intricately woven pattern blazing a trail up her spine. Her small hands pressed against his broad chest as he tightened his hold and pulled her closer.

Samantha met his gaze, and his smile deepened and changed before her eyes. Predatory. Lustful. Her whole body pulsed to the hard rhythm of her heart under the heat of it.

Two bows stood guard between her wrap-around dress and the corset below. Two simple pulls of a string and school would be in. Test time.

His hands followed the curve of her body as he ran them down her sides to her voluptuous hips. When he spoke, his voice was rough with need. “I want to see what I’m feeling. Just the thought of what might be wrapped around these luscious curves is driving me crazy.”

A cocky smile quirked one side of Samantha’s mouth. “Let’s head into the bedroom, and you can have your very own close-up and personal viewing.” She turned with a little extra sway to her hips and led the way.

She knew he followed. His dinner jacket hit the floor with a soft thump behind her, and she heard the unmistakable glide of fabric against fabric as he pulled his tie loose.

Soft lights greeted them as they entered her bedroom. The smile of a seductress, sure in her power over her man, graced her full lips as she turned to him. Two of the buttons of his dress shirt undone, his hands stilled at the third as he met her gaze. His responding curve of his lips was one of great appreciation.

Samantha fingered the tie on her dress and quirked her eyebrow. Jon’s hands slowly fell to his sides and clenched into fists as if he were ready to fight anticipation itself single-handedly just to get to her.

She regarded him. His hair was slightly mussed from removing his tie. Broad shoulders filled his white oxford shirt almost to overflowing, even as it tapered down to tuck snugly against his lean waist and disappeared into his pants. Samantha licked her lips as she took an extra moment to admire the bulge underneath the tailored slacks.

His whole body was tight and leaned toward her like an animal ready to pounce. Those dark chocolate brown eyes held an intensity she’d never had directed at her before. The fists at his side spoke of a man clutching desperately to his control. Samantha wanted to make him lose that control. Snap it in half like breaking a pencil. She wanted him desperate for her and full of passion. And she damn well knew how she was going to do it.

With deliberate slowness, she pulled the first bow loose, then the second. The dress fell open and slid from her shoulders, revealing the lingerie beneath. Cool air brushed her exposed flesh, but couldn’t quench the heat that had built between her thighs.

Jon sucked in a harsh breath and took a jerky step forward, drawn to her. The heat of his gaze could have scorched her as it roved across her.

His fists clenched and unclenched, only to have his fingers return again to curl tightly into his palm. The tense line of his body and the muscle working in his jaw silently told the story of the battle raging inside him.

Slowly, with much effort, he reached out one hand and traced circles along her collarbone with his thumb as his fingers curled over her shoulder, pressing into her soft flesh. Then he closed the distance between their bodies to mere millimeters.

She felt the physical strain of the conflict in his mind riding his body as she ran her hand across the taut muscles of his chest. His hot breath teased along her temple as he bent forward and grazed it with his lips, and she reveled in the tenderness of the gesture, amazed by his control.

Samantha’s eyes eased shut, savoring the moment, and she forgot to breathe.

He held her close, and her hands explored his large torso. Beneath her questing fingers, she felt the tension slowly leave his body.

She peeked down in time to watch the fists at his side unclench. She straightened and raised her chin to see his face.

His eyes held desire but their intensity plainly revealed his hard earned control. Yet there was a playfulness now that had been missing just moments ago. She had almost broken his restraint. He’d won this round, but she knew the battle still raged on.

Jon’s hand slid along her waist and down to the bow at the back of the corset. Idly he toyed with the satin drawstring draping between his fingers. The soft material lightly grazed back and forth across her exposed flesh below the corset, just enough to raise goosebumps across the tender flesh. He leaned forward and murmured, “I feel just like a kid at Christmas.”

His deep rumbling voice sent tremors rioting through her. She breathed in deeply through her nose to calm her rapid pulse and was immediately wrapped in his sexy-as-sin aftershave and the underlying scent of aroused male.

“But there’s something you need to know about me, Samantha.” Pulling back only a fraction, a devilish look gleamed in his eyes. He trailed a calloused finger across the smooth skin of her collarbone, down across the creamy expanse below the hollow of her throat and over the swell of her cleavage. Finally his whole hand traveled up the line of her throat and cupped the back of her head, tilting it up so he could look into her eyes. His thumb gently traced back and forth over her cheek. Her heart tightened and swelled at his tenderness, even as an electrical storm broke free in her body from the intimate passes of his fingers on her bare skin.

His thumb stopped moving, and she tried hard to focus on the words coming from his sensual mouth.

“I was one of those kids who liked to savor the moment and carefully peel away every layer of wrapping paper until the gift inside was completely revealed.”

Samantha sucked in an appreciative breath as his words caressed her mind as much as his hands caressed her body.

He moved in slowly, letting the slight shadow of stubble covering his strong jaw tease across her cheek. His hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “I wonder how long I can hold out unwrapping you?”

The challenge hung between them, the promise in his dark eyes made her painfully aware of the tight string of her panties pulling between her swollen folds. And she couldn’t wait for him to be there instead.

Samantha felt bereft at the loss of his hard hot body as Jon stepped back, covered his mouth and chin with one large hand and shoved the other in his pocket. She wanted him back, pressing against her, using those talented fingers in other ways than he already had.

He circled her, contemplating, assessing, watching. She felt his eyes on every spot of her body as soon as his gaze touched it; knew when each swath of her skin was under his possessive eye. She felt the flush of excitement as heated arousal slowly spread from her throat to her face.

When he completed his circle, she deliberately trailed her fingertips along the top edge of the bustier and smiled as he tracked the movement.

Her eyes dipped again to the front of his tented pants, and Samantha couldn’t wait to have him squirming under her touch.

“You did all this for me?”

Her eyes shot back to his, and her mind snapped to attention. She knew the question and her answer were important. How honest should she be? How much was he ready to hear? Standing before him in lingerie hadn’t made her feel vulnerable. She’d felt powerful. But laying herself bare by revealing everything she felt for him would transfer all that power to him. And she didn’t know if she was ready to be that emotionally exposed.

Part 2

He’d almost been pole axed. By a woman.

No, not just a woman. Samantha. He should have expected it coming from her. She was smart, quick, confident, and so damn beautiful it hurt.

He’d gotten himself back under control, and even managed to try and get the upper hand. He hoped she hadn’t noticed the gruff edge to his voice when he’d wanted to be smooth.

Jon knew the question he asked wasn’t simple, but he had to know if this would mean as much to her as it would to him. He’d wanted her from the beginning. More than he’d been willing to admit even to himself.

He cupped her chin as she tried to look away. He could see her wheels turning in that head of hers. Mentally weighing her words to give just enough without giving it all. But damn it, he wanted it all.

She’d intrigued and challenged him from the very first time they’d met. He loved it when her little chin would tilt up and the light of battle would fire in her eyes. Loved the heated exchanges and how she gave just as good as she got.

And that sexy, sassy mouth. He’d had more fantasies about her mouth than he knew what to do with. But right now what he wanted to come from that mouth was the truth.

“Samantha.” She nibbled on her plump lip, making it difficult to concentrate on what his mind wanted from her. He shifted his gaze from her tempting mouth back to her beautiful blue eyes. She was nervous, but he knew he couldn’t make this easy on her. This was the beginning of something very special to him, and he knew from experience that if you wanted something badly enough, it needed to be done right. Hard work, patience. He put forth that effort in everything he wanted. And he wanted her more than any other thing in his life. Ever.

“Did you do all this for me?”

“What do you think?”

She was definitely holding back. If she were feeling confident, she would have thrown him one of her snappy comebacks. He smiled.

“I think you’re afraid to give me a straight answer.”

Color tinged her cheeks as she laughed. It was cocky and sweet all at the same time.

“You’re probably right. But that’s all the answer you’re going to get at the moment.”

The defiant grin she shot him fired another surge of lust through him. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue searching out hers. He let his fingertips trace the edges of the lingerie she wore. The swell of her breasts, her strong back, every soft inch along the top.

She shivered and tightened her hold around his neck as she pressed harder against him. Jon pulled back and slowly trailed open-mouthed kisses down the delicate column of her throat. He licked the gorgeous line of her cleavage as he let his hands slide over the silky fabric, tracing the curve of her waist, only to stop at her hips. Slowly he crouched down, watching her eyes as he stopped right in front of her pussy. He let his thumb drag back and forth against the sensitive skin exposed just below where the corset ended at her hip. Then he twisted the strap of her tiny g-string around his finger.

He pulled his hand from side to side, knowing how the string between her cleft would press into her sensitive flesh. The scent of her arousal drove him higher. Still playing with her panties, he moved his other hand slowly across the patch of skin between the bottom of the corset and the top triangle covering her mound. Samantha trembled under his touch as she gasped.

“Jonathon.”

He smiled up at her. “Let’s see if I can make you come before I even unwrap you. Sliding his fingers along the length of the string, he followed the path around her back. Here he switched his grip to twirl both side strings and the one that disappeared into the cleft of her ass and pulled tight.

Samantha immediately rose up to her toes, but she pushed her hips down into the friction he controlled. Her breath hissed out as she rocked towards him. He placed a kiss in the center of the triangle of blue fabric separating him from her. She jumped at the light contact.

He chuckled against her skin. “I don’t think this is going to be much of a challenge.”

Samantha gingerly eased down off her toes, and the string dug deeper into her. Jon could now clearly see the full lips of her pussy, glistening with wetness. His body wanted to taste her then and there, but he remained in control. Instead, he began pulling a soft rhythm with the string in his hand. Each soft pull had her leaning into it. He increased his pressure, and she added a roll to her hips with each forward thrust.

Jon licked across the skin exposed just above her pubic bone, and she gasped his name again. He nipped the sensitive spot where her thigh joined her hip and was rewarded with a throaty moan.

Part Three

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