More Than Darkness
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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon
More Than Eyes Alone Can See, and
Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story will make some
sense, probably, if you read it without having read either of our stories, but
it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them. They're all worth
reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen.
ourselves. On with the story.
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Salida quickly made her way down
to the street, slipping on a pair of sunglasses to hcovecover her face.
and was was suspicious of their motives.
Probably waiting for the matinee,
she thought, hiding a blush at the memories that accompanied it.
interesting to say the least, but she doubted it was something she’d do
often. She didn’t rule out the
possibility, because she knew her husband.
And if he wanted to, he could probably talk her into doing it
again. Maybe for his birthday.
Quickly climbing into a taxi, Salida directed the cabbie to take her to
the historical district. There were a
number of boutiques and small shops that might have what she was looking for.
But despite the hours and hours she had, the day passed rather
quickly. She was listening to a street
band playing Cajun music when she looked at her watch – it was already
Some of the boutiques she’d found promising outfits in wouldn’t be open
for much longer so she needed to get a move on.
Walking into one of the shops she’d visited earlier – appropriately
named “The Fox Hole” – she shifted her grip on the several bags she was already
carrying. When they’d fled Los Vegas,
Jeffrey’s bag of ‘goodies’ had been left behind, and she’d done her best to
restock it.
Salida turned to an an eager sales woman – whether she was eager to
make a sale or close early, Salida couldn’t tell.
I’m on my honeymoon and I’m planning to torment my husband tonight.
The clerk smiled widely, and a bit wickedly if Salida wasn’t imagining
things, and asked, “Surely you must have some idea.
again. “Tell me what he’s like.
when concerning you, rather?” she asked with a wink.
“What he’s like concerning me?
Possessive, territorial, wickedly seductive, teasing, dominant, sexy,
loving . . .” Salida trailed off, then shook her head,
gathering her thoughts. “However,
tonight he lost a dare and control has changed hands, so to speak.”
“Oh, the best kind,” the woman said gleefully, clapping her hands
together. Salida raised an eyebrow, but
didn’t comment. “So, he likes to have
thing his way all the time, is that what you’re saying?
“Yes. In a word, that would be
it. But not tonight.
him back in full. Yet I have no idea
what to wear. Everything I’ve found so
far is too slutty.
If he called me his bitch, that’d be one thing.
to reinforce that idea. Soft, yet
playful and incredibly sexy.” She
frowned. “And his favorite colors are
red and black,” she added in an afterthought.
“Of course they are,” the clerk commented offhand, clearly speaking to
herself. She turned and made her way
through the store and Salida had no choice but to follow her.
wear, or have you other purchases in mind as well?” she asked over her shoulder
and she scanned the racks of risqué clothing.
“I’m definitely open to suggestions.”
Eyeing a rack of leather teddies, she decided, “In fact, I might take
several outfits if you can help me out.
But my first priority is for tonight.”
“Indeed,” the clerk said with a smile before turning to look at her.
you; you’ve told me his favorite colors.
is not an acceptable answer in this case,” she said with a smile.
has his fun? I’m betting he does,” she
said with another wink. “I’m just trying
to get a feel for him, dearie. That’s
all. This is about what he would want to
see you in, correct?”
“Leather and silk,” was the prompt answer.
just said, wondering where it’d come from before she remembered the
conversation they’d had over their first meal together.
the imagination . . . at least for a bit.
Low necks, high slits, but out of materials that aren’t
see-through. He likes seeing me with hairhair down around my bare shoulders. Sexy
. . . naughty but nice, I suppose.”
Then, thinking, she continued, “Perhaps a few tattoos.
One for my shoulder and one for my hip.
I’d get real ones, but I’m not sure how they’d stand up to the test of
time. I’m sure you understand.”
“Of course. It seems you have a
pretty good idea of what you wanted when you came in here after all,” the clerk
pointed out with a smile. “Now, let’s
see if we can’t find something to make your husband drool over, shall we?”
through the store, pulling out and immediately discarding a number of outfits.
it was exactly, but it was black and leather.
leather dress but for the fact that the bottom was like a leotard, covering
just the tops of her hips and leaving the rest of her legs bare.
covering just above the bust line, coming up to two soft points about where the
middle of her breasts would be. The back
laced up in a complicated crisscrossing of black silk ribbon, making the entire
thing very tight. “You’d need a bit of
help in getting in and outthisthis one, but that’s half the fun.
you had in mind, or shall I keep looking?”
Examining it with a critical eye, Salida slowly said, “I’ll take it . .
. but it’s not what I want for tonight.
Tonight I want . . . soft.
Feminine. Sweet.
planning on doing to him. Like . . .
like a ‘30’s film queen waiting in her boudoir for her illicit lover.”
“Oh I see. Very nice,” the clerk
moved quickly to another area of the store and pulled out another piece of
clothing. “Something like this, perhaps?”
This time, the item she pulled out was red.
of a fresh rose. It was also completely
made out of silk from what she could see.
full skirt that stopped just about mid-thigh.
thin straps that were supposed to go over her shoulders, it might as well have
been. “Is this more of what you had in
mind?”
“Closer. And he’ll definitely
appreciate it.” Salida sighed in
frustration. “I’m sorry I’m being so
difficult. I’ve been shopping since
eight this morning, and this would be the same reason I’m empty handed now.”
eyes and thinking about what she wanted.
“I . . . I think that what I want is . . . lacy black underwear . . .
and with a front closure bra . . . and some sort of red over robe.
That stops mid-thigh. I also
think I want stockings and I know I need a pair of shoes . . . perhaps
something with that buckles over the ankle.”
Opening her eyes, she laughed. “So
much for not knowing what I want.”
The clerk laughed. “Don’t worry
about it. That’s what shopping is all
about. You look for something you want,
you don’t find it and then all of the sudden you’re inspired.
you have in mind.” The shoes actually,
were the easiest items to find, but it didn't take long for Salida to find the
other items she had envisioned as well.
wickedly to herself. “Now, is that all?”
the shopkeeper asked.
“Like I said, I’m open to suggestions.
If you have any glaring ideas to what might make the night more fun, I’m
open to them.” Some of the wicked humor
she was in spread to her lips, giving her an almost predatory smile.
“How far do you want to go in turning the tables on him?” the clerk
asked. “What I mean is,
do you want to be the one in control for a change?
or not? Some men do, some men don’t.
Salida slapped herself on the forehead.
“Damn. I forgot restraints.”
remember everything but the restraints.”
Then, looking up at the clerk, she said, “Yes.
bit of voyeurism is good.”
“For you, or for him?
I think,” she said making a wide gesture to the items in the store.
“I think I’m good in the pain department.
alcohol. And voyeurism for him – he
likes watching – although I’m not against trying it.”
“Well as far as giving him his chance to be voyeuristic goes, we can’t
really help that. That’s up to you.
restrained, you’ll get your own chance to be as voyeuristic as you want, should
you feel so inclined.”
The two women headed towards the cash register.
have planned won’t give me the time to do everything I’m inclined to do.” They shared
an evil grin.
“So I take it you want some restraints.”
“Absolutely. I don’t suppose you
have a set of four?”
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After making her purchases,
Salida once again looked at her watch, surprised that it was now nearly
six. Her stomach rumbled, confirming the
late hour, so she went to a nearby café to eat.
As she sat and ordered, she noticed a musician strolling around the
premises, playing guitar. He was wearing
a suede jacket, and had hair long enough to tie back – longer than
raffish sort of way. When he stopped to
play for her though, she waved him on with the advice that cute as he was, her
husband could make mincemeat of him.
An hour and some minutes later, she was climbing out of yet another cab,
laden with bags, outside her hotel.
Walking into the lobby, she thought about all that she could do . . .
and decided to go back outside to do some reconnaissance.
Leaving her bags with the doorman, she went to the curb and located the
balcony she and Jeffrey had used so well that morning.
one next to it – Sands’ room – was dark.
As she watched, she noticed a shadow fall across the closed curtains,
and when it passed again a few seconds later, she realized that Jeffrey was
pacing. With a grin, she went back and
collected her things and ran up the stairs.
514, 514, 514 . . .
to her room and to the one next door.
She knocked briskly, and waited for the elderly couple to answer.
elevators, in the hallway, etc. – and she thought they may let her do what she
had in mind.
“Ah, it’s the young newlywed.”
Salida looked up from her thoughts to smile at the shorter woman.
“Hello.”
“What are you doing bothering an old couple like us when you have a
rather attentive husband next door?”
“Well,” Salida looked over her shoulder as if the mention of Jeffrey
would bring him racing into the hallway, ready to throw her over his shoulder
and take her into the room to be ravaged long into the night.
for my ‘attentive husband,’ but I don’t want him to know I’m back yet.
for a moment.”
The old woman’s eyebrows rose, but she let Salida in.
Crossing the room with her hostess behind her, Salida went out onto the
balcony and set down her bags, studying the gap between this balcony and the
one for her room. Turning to look at her
pile of purchases, she sighed. “If I
jump on over to my room, can you hand these over to me?”
“Ah . . . young love.” The woman
motioned with her hands. “Get going,
sweetie. Something tells me
night. And as a favor because I like
you, I’ll make sure my husband removes his hearing aide tonight.”
Salida grinned. “Thank you.
wall tonight.” With that, she swung her
legs over the railing and stretched, getting hold of the one across from
her. Then, moving carefully, she
transferred her weight from one tiny surface to the other, sighing in relief
when both feet were on solid ground once again.
The parcels were quickly handed over, and with a nod of female
understanding, the other woman was gone, with the advice to ‘knock his socks
off.’
Carefully, Salida opened one of the double French doors, closing it just
as carefully behind her.
I’d never had made it. Opening the
curtains and working by the light that came in from the windows, Salida set up
the scene for Jeffrey’s seduction. She
placed scores of candles around the room, lighting the ones that were
underneath the two small potpourri burners she’d bought.
blood-red body paint she’d bought in another.
Then she got a small dish and poured some rubbing alcohol in it, placing
two scalpels and some Q-tips by it. She
attached the restraints to the bed, ready for use, and turned down the
blankets. A nine volt battery and a
piece of wire went on the other bed stand; the whipping cream went next to the
chocolate, and strawberries next to that.
Several lengths of black silk got draped over
the headboard, and next to them, she hung a horseshoe, hoping Jeffrey would get
the reference.
Having done all this silently, she changed into her outfit for the
night. Stripping her street clothes off,
she wet a washcloth and washed the sweat of the day from her body.
black undies, and robe.
mole skin, so it was wonderfully soft.
She swore it was the silk of the leather kingdom.
waist, so a swath of flesh from neck to waist was unbroken by anything but her
underwear. The last touch was a few dabs
of Jeffrey’s own cologne behind ears, at the point where her cleavage started,
on wrists, and behind her knees.
Glancing at the clock, she saw that she had just enough time to light
the candles before making her phone call.
Getting to it, she lit them all, admiring the way the room was lit by a
golden glow. Checking the time again,
she saw that it was
Calling the front desk, she told the person who answered, “Yes, please
call this room back when I hang up. My
husband will answer, then I want you to tell him to go
into Sands’ room. Yes.
She hung up and relaxed on the bed, leaning against the pillows and
swearing that the only thing they were going to do for the first few minutes
was kiss. She had the night to herself,
and she planned on taking things very slowly.
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Where is that goddamned wife of mine? Jeffrey thought to himself
with irritation, his paces growing faster and faster.
minutes ago stating that he couldn’t deal with the strong mixture of stress,
anticipation, and annoyance that Jeffrey was feeling right now.
down, wherever she might have gone, when the phone rang.
fucking strangle her,
“Um, the front desk calling, sir.
other end, clearly startled by Jeffrey’s gruff tone.
“Yes, and?” Jeffrey pressed impatiently.
“She told us to tell you to go to Sands’ room,” the man said slowly,
reading the message aloud from a piece of paper in front of him.
“Anything else?” Jeffrey asked.
anything else, Jeffrey didn’t hear it because he slammed the telephone down and
turned on his heel and strode into the bedroom, muttering slightly to himself
about demanding women.
He stopped when he saw the amount of setting up that his wife had done,
chagrined that he hadn’t noticed that someone else was in the fucking hotel
room with him. She’d had to have been
here for some time if she’d managed to do all this.
forgot whatever complaint he’d had, a smirk making its way to his face when he
saw what was hanging above her head.
“I take it someone’s getting lucky tonight.”
“What do you know . . . he did
manage to keep his wit.”
barely clad body, then beckoned to him with a crook of
a finger. “Maybe you should come over here
and test out that theory of yours, lover.”
Jeffrey didn’t have to be told twice.
toward her slowly, smirking as he watched her admire him in the pajama pants
she had told him to wear. He wasn’t
wearing anything else. “Are you going to
let me kiss you or do I have to fucking do something else for you first?”
Jeffrey asked with a raised eyebrow, his face mere inches away from hers as he
kneeled on the bed in front of her. He
fully intended on kissing her no matter what she said, but he felt like asking
anyway.
“Mmm . . . no. Not at the moment
at least.” Before he could respond in
any way, Salida had slipped her hands behind his neck and pulled him down to
kiss her.
She luxuriated in the feeling of his lips against hers, in his
impatience, in his tensed body. She kept
the kiss light for a minute or two before parting her lips slowly and darting
her tongue out to beg permission to enter his mouth.
opportunity, seeking out every nook and crevasse, humming softly in her
pleasure. Her hands ran down his
shoulders, down his arms that were propping him up over her body, then back up
to rest against his collar. When he
tried to get closer she pushed him back, but not far enough away to break the
kiss. “Patient,” she murmured against
his lips when they took a break to catch their breath.
“Vixen?” he murmured in between slow kisses.
a virtue?’” He
waited for her to nod before continuing.
growled, pressing his lips against hers harder.
she wanted him to wait longer?
“It’s one you should learn to cultivate,” she informed him during the
next break. Then
comeback, she knocked one arm out from under him and had slipped from his
embracing body. She climbed off the bed,
but when he tried to follow her, she simply pushed him onto his back, and then
straddled his waist. Kissing him again,
this time with a bit more passion, she took his hands in hers and placed them
on her legs, letting him play there for the moment while she controlled the
depth and intensity of the kiss.
The first thing Jeffrey did was reach both of his hands up Salida’s legs
until he felt the tops of her thigh-high stockings.
them down as far as he could reach. “I
don’t like fucking stockings,” he said when she pulled to give him a slightly
annoyed but amused look. “I wanted to
feel your legs,” he explained before lifting his head to reclaim hers and
continue the kiss, his hands now running under her stockings on her bare
legs.
Letting him get away with such things for the moment, Salida sighed,
kissing him, then again pulled away to remove shoes and stockings and reveal
the fire engine red pedicure she’d gotten that afternoon.
him, loving the way his lips and tongue felt against hers, sure that she could
do this for at least an hour before wanting to move on.
that he’ll want to . . . but then again, he doesn’t have much of a choice.
Jeffrey felt her smile and pulled back with a suspicious look crossing
his features. “What are you thinking
about, vixen?” he asked, the suspicious look not leaving his face.
taken a look around the room yet to see what kinds of things she had bought
during the day. Just as he turned his
head to look however, Salida’s hands reached up and stilled his head for
another kiss, which he gave into without hesitation.
that he remembered she hadn’t answered his question.
“I was thinking about,” her eyes roved over his body, “the importance of
. . .” her eyes met his again, “pacing one’s self.”
crook of his neck. “And you
Jeffrey?” She felt his hands grip her
legs tightly, then slide around her waist to pull her
down on top of him. But she wasn’t ready
for that. Pulling away, she reminded
him, “You’re mine tonight, lover. You
and your ‘unresisting body.’ Mine to
torment, and arouse, and quench.” She
shivered at her own words. “However, we’ve
been at this for less than ten minutes still.
night.”
“And what exactly does this . . . plan of yours entail, vixen?” Jeffrey
asked, his breath already slightly quickened with
desire. God this is going to be it, I can feel it.
it,
Salida got a wicked idea. “Well,
either you can look around for yourself and use your imagination, and then I
get to ensure that you’re . . . unresisting,” she paused for effect, “or you
can remain free for a bit longer and wait and see what I do to you.”
For a long moment, Jeffrey couldn’t decide.
with me whatever choice I make, correct?”
eyes widening a bit, seemingly surprised at his choice.
arms outstretched. “Do your fucking
worst, vixen. I’m yours.
going to be a reoccurring thing, so you’d best make the most of it while the
opportunity presents itself. I don’t
like giving up control as you very well fucking know, but here I am, giving it
over to you. You’d better not make me
fucking regret it,” he warned, his eyes narrowing slightly.
vixen was far too devious for that, but the words had to be said.
fucking message. He said he didn’t want
any scars, fucking pussy.”
“Oh, don’t worry. Nothing I do
will be permanent.” She grinned, “Although,
I suppose that does mean I don’t get to camy imy initials into your chest over
your heart. Pity.”
joking. “And as for regretting anything
. . .” her lips lowered to his chest, “I’m pretty sure I can make you so
fucking content that this becomes one of your favorite memories.”
of his nipples with gentle lips, teasing him, tempting him to take control of
her actions. The moment he did, she’d
tie him to the bed, but until then she was willing to play . . . like a cat
with its supper. And he does taste so good,
she thought to herself.
For a moment, all Jeffrey did was stare at her as she nipped and kissed
playfully at his chest, her hair tickling the sensitive skin her lips didn’t
reach. “Having fun, vixen?” he murmured,
moving his hands to play in her hair and not really needing or expecting an
answer. She clearly was.
forcibly either lower or higher – he couldn’t decide which – but for now he let
her play. He lasted just long enough to
shiver as her tongue slowly traced he edge of one of his ribs before pulling
her head up to meet his in a passionate kiss.
The moment her lips collided with his with force, Salida knew it was
time to move along the game. He was no
longer unresisting. But before she
restrained those beautiful hands, something the clerk had put in her head came
back to her.
So she let him kiss her, let him ravage her mouth, let him show her his
desperation . . . but then she pulled away, noticing how he tried to quietly
catch his breath and how she was a bit breathless himself.
watching him. “And I must admit that I’m
ready for some more energetic play
myself. But first I want you to do
something for me.”
Jeffrey immediately tensed and looked long at her before speaking, “And
what would that be, vixen?”
“Remember that morning, after your psychotic half meant to kill me?
started touching myself with the need?
Remember how you felt watching me?”
She grinned, her eyelids lowering to shade her gaze from him.
believe she’d just asked that . . . but another part cheered and settled in to
watch the show. Her heart pounding, she
wet her lips as she waited for his response.
“You want me to fucking jerk off in front of you, is that it?” Jeffrey
asked with a smirk. “Is that all?” he
asked, not feeling an ounce of shame like some men would at such a request.
“No. I want you to arouse
yourself to the point of coming . . . and then let me make you come.” Salida
could feel bands of desire tightening around her ribcage, shortening her
breaths, but she embraced it, slowly moving off his body, staying his hand when
moved to take off his pants. “Leave them
on for a bit . . . I love how they hang off your hips.”
Jeffrey rolled his eyes at that.
pulling it out with a gasp that startled a laugh out of her.
with a slight glower before rubbing it briskly on the bed to warm it before
dipping it into his pajama pants again and encountering his already slightly
hardened arousal. “Do you like to watch
me do this, vixen?” he asked as he began to stoke himself from root to tip
slowly with a firm hand, not speeding up like he wanted to for the benefit of
seeing her eyes follow his hand slowly as it moved.
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling herself melt at the sight of his attempt
to pleasure himself. For a moment she
let herself glance up at him uncertainly, but when she saw that his eyes were
locked on her face and that they were filled with pleasure, she grew calm again
and lowered her gaze. She couldn’t wait
to watch him in the throws of ecstasy, but for the moment she was enthralled by
what was happening before her eyes. “Do
you do this when I’m not ad?” d?” she asked.
“Do you think of me, pretending that I’m the one touching you?
make you want to come?”
“I fucking did today while I was waiting for you,” he grumbled.
on my body always makes me want to come, vixen.
time. I’m a horny bastard, that’s all
there is to it,” he said with a smirk, increasing the speed of his strokes
slightly. “But generally I don’t.
down, any fucking day of the,” he gasped suddenly as a fingernail
unintentionally caught on the underside of his length and scored a slightly
stinging trail in its path, “week, vixen,” he continued, his voice noticeably
more breathy than before.
Salida surmised that he’d just inflicted a bit of pain on himself and
almost grinned. But she restrained
herself and merely said, “Keep going and I’ll kiss it better.”
shoulders, although she didn’t take it off.
He didn’t say anything to that, only quickened
his hand’s pace, his eyelids fluttering shut as he grew more and more aroused
under his hand’s ministrations. It still
didn’t beat the feeling her around him, but he was already so fucking aroused
that it would do. His fingernail now
toreinteintentional path down him, making him gasp every time.
he stroked faster. Finally he willed
himself to open his eyes and lift his head up off of
the bed to look at her with effort. “Is
this, oh fuck, what you had in mind, vixen?” he asked breathlessly.
“Oh yes.” She slowly moved
forward on the bed, her hands moving to his body, brushing his hair out of his
face, stroking his chest and arms . . . languidly moving down his body in
tormenting feather-light touches that finally brought her to his hand.
Gripping his wrist, she looked back up to his face, taking in his
burning eyes and heaving chest before taking his hand and setting it on the
bed. “My turn,” she whispered, taking
hold of the waistband of his pants and pulling them from his body.
Jeffrey vainly tried to get his quickened breath under control, but he
soon saw that it was a battle he could not win.
because he found he couldn’t keep them open any longer, and waiting for what
Salida had in mind. He arched up off the
bed slightly and into her touch, hoping that she would fucking put him out of
his torment soon.
With some trepidation, but more playfulness, Salida lowered her head
until her hair piled on and around Jeffrey’s abdomen, her hot breath ghosting
over him as she decided what to do. His
hips moved under her, and she pinned them with her hands, stumped for a moment
over what to do next. But then she had a
blinding insight – as in, she realized just what she liked him to do to her –
and she lowered her mouth to his skin, skirting the line of hair that led down
to his arousal. She took her time to
touch and taste, darting her tongue out to travel over hipbones and upper
thigh. Jeffrey’s breath had increased
even more, and she could feel the tension mounting in his body.
murmured, “This is your one chance to hang on, so you’d better take it, lover.”
ghosting kisses over his swollen length.
Jeffrey’s hands found their way to her head and entwined in her hair
before he even had the chance to consider moving them.
he unintentionally put a little pressure on Sands’ broken finger in the
process, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that Salida
kept doing what she was doing. “Don’t .
. . fucking . . . stop . . . vixen . . .” he moaned, his hips thrusting up
anyway even though her hands were holding them firmly down against the
mattress. He knew his hands had begun to
pull at her hair in his desperation to bring her closer to him, but he couldn’t
do anything to stop them. He was utterly
and completely at her mercy and all he could do was fucking hang on.
Salida felt his tugs on the roots of her hair, but paid it no
attention. What was much better was the
way Jeffrey was panting, asking her not to stop, trying
to get closer to her. Made bold by his
reaction, she stopped her teasing kisses only to take the tip of him in her
mouth as she released his hips with one hand to start caressing him again.
While her hand moved, her mouth was busy.
suckled gently, lightly ran her teeth over him . . . anything to make the
gasps, groans, and pleas she was hearing keep flowing from his mouth.
his hips, keeping the pressure of her mouth consistent as her hand slowly
started moving faster and gripping harder.
“Oh sweet, holy, fuck,” Jeffrey moaned loudly upon feeling her take him
into her mouth. When she started
suckling him he thought he was going to fucking lose it right
then and there. But somehow he
held on and pulled her even closer to him so that her forehead was nearly
knocking against his pelvis. As he felt
the pressure of his climax rising, he forced a lucid thought through his
arousal-clouded mind and moaned to her, not opening his eyes and not lifting
his head up off of the bed where it was currently
doing its best to press through to the floor as he arched his back.
. . . if you fucking . . . oh God . . . want to move . . . away, now’s the
fucking . . . time. . . .” He hoped to
God that she wouldn’t, but since this was her first fucking time he figured he’d
better tell her or else she may never do it again.
The only response he got from her was her thumb rubbing back and forth
on his hip reassuringly where she was still trying to restrain him.
actions, she nipped at him, a little below the tip, before suckling strongly
enoto mto make his entire body arch and a gravelly yell emerge from his throat
as he came fast and hard.
Salida did her best to keep up with him, but eventually had to turn her
head, immediately caught up in the look of pained pleasure on his face.
realized that her hand was still moving on him . . . so she gripped him
tighter, murmuring endearments and encouragement as she did so.
It was a long moment before Jeffrey finally came back to himself, and
when he did he opened his eyes and locked onto Salida’s face, not saying a
word, but expressing a dictionary’s worth with those passion-darkened brown
eyes. He then slumped back down onto the
bed, enjoying her continued touch on his now softening arousal and the sound of
her voice in his ears.
When she was sure he was done, Salida got off the bed and went into the
bathroom and got a wet, warm, washcloth.
Coming back, she gently cleaned him, wiping away the traces of his
orgasm. When she was done, she simply
dropped the cloth over the side of the bed and leaned over him, slowly kissing
him, letting him taste him on her.
This went on for several minutes as Jeffrey recovered, but once his
hands started roving over her body, she pulled away.
if it was, she was going to move on to the next step of her plan – tying him to
the bed, hand and foot.
“Bring it, vixen,” Jeffrey said with a smirk filled with cocky
arrogance. “Like I said, do your fucking
worst.”
“You asked for it,” she murmured, thinking of the leather restraints
she’d bought. They greatly resembled the
ones that’d been in their bag of toys – and she had fond memories of those –
but these were better. They were lined
in silk in case he ever decided to use them against her.
Moving to the end of the bed, Salida grabbed one of the restraints, glad
she’d thought to ask for the set of four.
Jeffrey hadn’t seen anything yet . . . a fact he proved by protesting as
she captured one ankle and tried to fasten a cuff around it.
“What the fuck?” he asked, lifting his head up off of
the bed at the unfamiliar sensation of something closing around his ankle.
happening, Salida had caught and restrained his other ankle, spacing his legs
slightly apart. He wasn’t exactly laying
spread eagle, but it wasn’t exactly a natural position either.
headboard and noticed that there were restraints already in position waiting
for him there too. “And I suppose you
think I’m going to just let you steal what little control I have left from me,
vixen?” he asked with a smirk, clearly not intending to let her go that far.
going to let you get my hands too, savvy?”
That’s what you think.
hands, Salida settled against him for another round of slow, deep, sexy
kisses. She was determined to outwait
him. She could.
ploy to distract him, she had much more patience than he did, and could afford
to play until he’d decided she’d given up.
In fact, she should take advantage of his free hands while she could.
Climbing on top of him, she murmured against his lips, “Touch me?”
Jeffrey swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Anywhere. You got me all hot and
bothered, putting on a show like that,” she said quietly, a playful smile on
her face. Shifting her weight on him,
she made a deal, “You touch me and I’ll touch me . . . if you’ll tell me what
to do.”
“Come up here closer, but don’t even think about grabbing my hands.
savvy?” She nodded and moved closer to
him, for all intents and purposes completely obedient
to his commands. He almost believed it.
pushed himself up and into a sitting position, feeling a little off-balanced
since he couldn’t move his legs, and reached out to touch her.
found he couldn’t get enough of her skin.
pooled in a splash of red on the bed, before moving his hands to unclasp her
bra. He then began fondling her nipples
a bit roughly, but still he didn’t say a word.
stilling his breath so it seemed as if he didn’t breathe at all.
massage of her breasts.
Salida was in agony. She was just
barely managing to keep her eyes open; her breath was coming hard in her lungs,
and each time she inhaled, the pressure of Jeffrey’s touches increased; the
rest of her body was crying out for attention; and she had nothing to do with
her hands. The deal was that he tell her
what to do . . . but he hadn’t. Normally
she’d reach out and touch him . . . but she’d agreed not to.
reach down and grip the blankets. So she
was left indecisive and increasingly aroused . . . and that left her with but
one thing to do: “Jeffrey, tell me what you want me to do.”
Jeffrey smirked at her, and
almost didn’t give into her wishes. “Touch
yourself, vixen. I think you know where.
I want to see you do it while I’m
fucking able to think straight.”
“Let me up,” she said quietly but urgently.
underwear, settling back in his lap as soon as it was off.
contact, she slipped her hand down her body and started to lightly play with
her clit, gasping as the sensation of her fingers and his mingled to create a
lightning bolt of sensation that ran up and down in her spine in fiery hot
chills.
“Jeffrey,” she gasped, leaning into him.
Her forehead came to rest on his shoulder as she leaned against him.
“Yes vixen? Was there something
you wanted?” he asked, moving his thumbs in lazy circles, taking the time to
pinch now and again.
“Harder,” she gasped, nipping at his collarbone and moving her own
fingers faster. She could feel her own
arousal, could feel how wet she was. How
hot. “Tell me,” she groaned as he
obliged her, “Tell me what it feels like to sheathe yourself
inside me. Please.”
Jeffrey was a bit surprised at her question, but didn’t hesitate.
me up, you’re so fucking hot, vixen. And
God, so fucking tight. When you come
while I’m inside you it’s like nothing else in the whole
fucking world. Your entire body clamps
down on me with that tight grip of silk, pulling at me and squeezing me until I
start to fucking think you’re about to pull me into your body just with those
fucking muscles alone.” Jeffrey felt
himself growing aroused now at the remembered sensations he was describing, but
went on, his fingers pulling harder and faster at her nipples.
want to come out again. Even when we’ve
both fucking come I still don’t want to leave that fiery embrace.
but that’s all I know how to tell you.”
Shuddering at his words, Salida raised herself up from Jeffrey’s
shoulder, looking into his eyes as her muscles quivered.
then,” she whispered, slowly moving her fingers even lower.
keeping her eyes locked on Jeffrey’s, then she ever so slowly pierced her own body, violently shaking and crying
out as she felt herself respond. Her
free hand gripped Jeffrey’s shoulder to help keep her steady as she pulled out
and then pressed in again, the sensations just as strong, and doubled from
inner muscles and fingertips.
Too much, she thought
bewilderingly. Removing her hand, she
rested the two fingers that were now coated with her arousal on Jeffrey’s lips
and begged, “Make me come. Please,
lover.”
Jeffrey took her fingers into his mouth in a flash, suckling at them
vigorously. “You’re so fucking sweet,
vixen,” he said when had had pulled her fingers out of his mouth to talk.
come, and I’ll do it. But you have to
tell me. It’s your turn.”
For a moment, a memory of his dark head between her legs flashed through
her mind, but then she remembered that every time they tried that, she got
hurt, and she wanted to keep going for most of the night.
what it so desperately wanted yet.
“Your fingers,” she pleaded. “I
want to feel your fingers inside me, twitching and twisting and pumping until I
lose my mind and come, screaming your name, washing your hand in spent desire.”
smirked and immediately moved his left hand in between her legs, stopping to
caress her clit a few times just to hear her moan.
long fingers inside her as far as he could reach, the
palm of his hand pressing against her wet arousal.
far as it would go before pulling out again slowly.
completely out of her, he thrust them into her again with force before pulling
them out again just as slowly as before.
developed into a fast rhythm, Salida riding his hand wildly.
but he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop
until she came.
Salida was gasping, so fucking close to coming that she could feel it
building at the base of her spine, raging to be let loose . . . but not quite
strong enough. “What do you want?” she
gasped. “Tell me.”
“I want to fuck you. I want to
bury myself inside you and make you some so hard you pass out.
unrelentingly as I did Sands’ finger before it fucking broke.
to fucking break. Now, my fucking vixen
of a wife.”
That was it, the push she needed.
With as scream she pressed her body tightly against his and came,
feeling the vice-like motions of her muscles as pleasure slammed through her
system stealing her wits and her breath at the same time.
Jeffrey waited until he felt the convulsions of her inner muscles cease
before gently extracting his fingers from her and moving them to his mouth, his
other hand gripping her waist tightly. He
sucked her juices off of his fingers with a happy
smile. “Just like a peach.
a little,” he said with a shrug. “Now
what are you going to do to me now that you’ve got me fucking hard again,
vixen?” he asked, nuzzling his once again hard length against one of her legs.
“Mmm . . . give me a moment to recover and I’ll give you
While her breath was still coming fast in her throat, Salida’s mind was
once again working and plotting out her ultimate goal; Jeffrey helpless in
front of her. Below her.
When he reclined with her, dragging her down on his body, she inwardly
rejoiced, although all the reaction she showed him was a soft murmur as she
planted gentle kisses on his chest. His
arms loosened as she slowly started working her way towards his mouth, and the
moment she felt she could . . .
. . . she grabbed one wrist and quickly
fastened the cuff around it, rolling off Jeffrey as he smacked her rear in
retribution. But she was smart enough
not to turn her back on him. The moment
he went to release himself, she grabbed his other wrist, using both hands and
putting all her weight behind it. Even
doing this, it took her several moments to pin the arm to the bed.
“You fucking devious little vixen,” Jeffrey said, although the words
held more surprise and respect that she had been able to pull such a thing off
than rancor. “Let me go.”
bit of a corner. You’ve got my arm
pinned, yes, good for you, but now what are you going
to do with it? The bed and the restraint’s
still a long ways away, and I’m certainly not going to fucking help you.
She looked down at him with amused eyes.
“I believe I won this night in a dare.
Now, as I see it, you have two options.
A) You let me have my wonderfully wicked and painfully arousing way with
you, or B) you go to bed with a woody in here, while I sleep in our room.
taking the dare, you agreed to the penalties, and you’re the one who asked for a second dare.
you. Cold, aroused, and alone, or warm,
well-fucked, and blissfully tired.”
“You really would fucking leave me like that,
wouldn’t you, you little wench?” he asked with narrowed eyes.
under her touch. He wasn’t stupid, and
if this was fucking the way it had to be, so fucking be it.
Grinning as she got her way, Salida quickly cuffed him before he could
change his mind. Then she lowered
herself down his body to kiss him – but he turned his head away, miffed that
she’d pressed the point. “Don’t be like
that, lover. You know you want it.
some vacuous bimbo who lays motionless under you as you fuck her.”
“Maybe,” Jeffrey conceded, turning back to look at her.
he gestured violently at his bound hands and feet with his head.
sounding petulant, but he couldn’t fucking help it.
Stroking his forehead, she asked concernedly, “Do you want me to let you
go, lover? And only say yes if this is
making you extremely uncomfortable.”
She could see the ‘yes’ poised upon his lips, but he held it back.
I’d better do the same. I wouldn’t want
to look like a pussy,” he said with a sigh.
inflection in his voice was more resigned than challenging.
She almost let him go then and there, but
decided she’d only do that if she failed to take his mind off it.
fail. Not with her sexually deviant
husband. “In that case, husband mine,
what would you like me to start with?
Hot wax, hot fudge, scalpels, or a battery?”
Jeffrey just laid there for a few moments, merely blinking at her, his
mouth slightly open in something resembling a gape.
him so utterly surprised from showing on her face.
“Yes. It’s not like
we’ve experimented with what you like yet, so how was I supposed to know?
repeating myself, I thought the hot fudge would be similar enough to make you
feel good. And then I remembered your
comment about how scalpels could be fun the night we met, so I dug out one of
those. And the battery?” she
shrugged. “It’s like getting shocked by
someone on a dry day, but more intense.
I’ve tried it, and it doesn’t hurt too much.
dozen times.” She was going to continue,
but he cut her off.
“Save the fun stuff,” by that Salida knew he clearly meant the more
pain-causing items, “for later, when you’ve
undoubtedly put me into a better mood. For
now . . . fuck it. Go for the hot fudge.
Turn me into a big fucking sundae if you
want. As long as you promise to be the
cherry on top,” he said with a wink, some of his playfulness returning.
“Sorry. You got rid of the cherry
ever so long ago,” she teased, reaching for the brush she’d put in the small
pot of chocolate. Holding onto it,
lifting from the pot for a moment so it’d cool, Salida then brushed some of the
confection over his lips, hearing the hiss that indicated it was hot, but not
too hot. She then bent over and blew on
it, hardening it some before lowering her lips to his and sucking it off.
sighing at the mixture of chocolate and . . . herself that she tasted there.
Returning to the pot, she dipped a finger in and coated her own lips
before lowering her head to let Jeffrey clean her.
Jeffrey licked at her lips at first before thrusting his tongue into her
mouth and licking the sweet chocolate from her teeth, the roof of her mouth,
and most of all her tongue. Once he felt
he had gotten it all he pulled away to lie back on the bed, pulling an arm to
wipe off his face automatically before remembering that he couldn’t when he
felt the restraint tighten. He rolled
his eyes at his own forgetfulness.
Seeing his frustration, Salida felt the urge to reassure him . . . but
knew that would only bother him. He
didn’t want to be weak in front of her.
So, she had to be sneaky about it.
“Tell you what,” she said, now using her fingers to spread chocolate
instead of the brush, “you give me exactly ninety minutes – from now – to have
you absolutely at my mercy, and then I’ll let you go.
speak, until we both pass out from exhaustion.
And you can start by putting me in the same position I’ve put you
in. And I’ll even not complain should
you choose to play with i-ice.”
that last word out without shivering.
Jeffrey quirked an eyebrow at that, intrigued.
he asked with a smirk, lifting his head to watch her movements as she spread
the chocolate on his chest. “God I’m
going to be fucking sticky after this,” he muttered, not really sounding as if
he minded.
“Of course it’s a promise. I
rarely say things I don’t mean. That’d
be a waste of time.” She swirled her
hollow behind his right ear to his left nipple.
Instead of starting from the top and working her way down, she started
at his chest, teasing and nipping, smiling against his skin, and worked her way
up. Coming to his ear, she made a small
hum of satisfaction before latching onto his earlobe.
moment, before she started suckling gently, her tongue laving the offended
area. “You tell me when you’re ready to
move on to other toys,” she murmured, content for the moment to feast on his
neck.
“No,” Jeffrey said with a small hum of his own in contentment.
other than vixen if you keep this up,” he said with a wink.
“Well . . . when you put it that way. . . .”
when he threatened to change her nickname, she pinched him hard enough to make
him yelp, her mouth immediately covering his to take advantage of it.
herself up until only their mouths touched, and she was battling him for
control of the kiss.
Pulling away a minute or two later, she asked with a sly grin, “Was that
vixen-ish enough for you, or do I need to try harder?”
Jeffrey smiled at that. “I think
you need to try harder . . . vixen. Although
you get to keep the name for now.”
For a moment she just looked at him out of slightly narrowed eyes, then
before he could guess what she had in mind, her left hand had darted down to
squeeze his arousal in an almost brutally firm grip.
molten pleasure that burned his veins.
Salida shook her head at his reaction, but didn’t stop her hand from
moving on him . . . until his head was bucking on the pillow.
waited for him to look at her in shock and a bit of irritation.
informed him, propping her chin on her knees.
“You’re certainly not giving me leave to play very much.”
“I should probably have mentioned that when we first met,” he said, his
voice breathy, annoyed and slightly hoarse at the same time.
never been good at playing well with others,” he said with a wink.
doing, that is. And did you really
expect me to be cooperative? I’m a
stubborn son of a bitch and you and I both know it.
does my little tease of a vixen want to play?” he asked, slightly amazed that
he could still get coherent sentences past his lips after how fucking aroused
she had just made him with that little move.
“I’d love to do delightfully wicked things to your body . . . but you
haven’t told me what you’d prefer.” She
pouted at him, making it sound as if she were the being denied what she
wanted. “I know how you respond to hot
wax . . . it’s hard to forget something as memorable as that . . . but I like
playing with new toys, and since I
won’t be getting any new action figures
for some time – if ever – I need to find new ways to play with
She almost looked eager. “I know
you like pain with your pleasure . . . and I’m willing to go along with
that. To a point.
open my mouth if I were you, lover, because I’m just going to sit here until
you tell me what you want.” Her eyes ran
over him and she murmured, “And that would probably be the most painful thing
of all.”
“What are my choices again?” Jeffrey asked, his breath
slightly quickened. “And that
last choice is not fucking happening, so just put it out of that pretty little
head of yours right fucking now.”
Again she pouted, and Jeffrey had the irrational desire to bite down on
that lip until he could taste her blood . . . but that could wait until later.
Salida looked at him as if she guessed what direction his thoughts were
running in, then outlined his choices again.
voltage shocks, fun with scalpels, or hot wax.
Although, if you’ve got any suggestions, lover, I’m more than willing to
listen.”
Just the thought of what his vixen could do to him with such a list made
him gasp slightly. “You said you wanted
to try something new, so something fucking new it is.
gesturing with his head down between his legs where his arousal was clearly
prominent. “So,” he seemed to think over
his choices for a mere second before smirking more than a little wickedly at
her. “Fun with scalpels it is.
wicked smirk never leaving his face, now accompanied by a clearly mischievous
glint in his dark eyes. “Go ahead and
make me bleed. Mark me.
pleasure that I can’t see straight anymore.
it.”
And I’m getting lightheaded.
– sharp objects and trembling hands just didn’t mix – Salida looked him in the
eye, seeing his arousal and feeding off it.
“God . . . I love you so much, Jeffrey,” she murmured, “even if you are
too fucking sexy for my own good.”
Still maintaining that eye contact, she reached over and picked up a
scalpel, dipping it in the shallow container of hydrogen peroxide to make sure
it was sanitary. She let the alcohol
evaporate before bringing it up to hover over the body laid out before
her. She watched as Jeffrey’s eyes moved
from her to the blade, and had to remind herself that she was trying to arouse,
not autopsy. With that, she brought the
blade to his chin, stroking his face gently and murmuring reassurances as he
flinched. With the utmost care, she made
the smallef nif nicks. A small bead of
blood rose to the surface of a cut no deeper than if he’d done it himself while
shaving. Transferring the scalpel to her
left hand, she bent down to kiss away the small droplet, her other hand
reaching out for a Q-tip. Dipping it in
the rubbing alcohol, she removed her lips and cleaned the small
Jeffrey hissed at the sting of the alcohol, before sighing.
this is fucking turning me on, vixen. I
know it’s not probably fucking healthy to be so turned on by pain, but
a man with fucking two people in his head who kills people as a hobby.
fucking begging before the night is out.
mercy? I think you would,” he said with
a lazy half-grin as he looked up at her.
except fucking Sands of course – so you may not feel the same way.
at another’s mercy as to beg, but this was his fucking wife, his lover, his
vixen. And he found that he didn’t
really mind. Much.
currently fucking giving him.
Salida looked at him with one eyebrow quirked, then
looked at scalpel and Q-tip, then at the small pot of melted chocolate.
. . . cheery during sex.
lover?"
He tried to shrug.
fucking promising. Why wouldn’t I be
fucking cheery? And you didn’t answer my
question, vixen. Do you fucking want to
hear me beg?”
Deciding to humor him, she replied, “Yes.
stuttering out of need, begging me to either let you come or fucking stop
touching you.” She smiled, lowering the
blade again, this time on his Adam’s apple.
“I know you trust me, lover . . . but how much?
fuck you, to sleep in your arms and for you to sleep in mine.
your throat?” The blade moved down his
body without making a cut. “Or to your
heart?” Again it moved downwards,
hovering over his now prominent arousal.
“Or here?”
Jeffrey’s hardened length twitched at that and Salida very nearly cut
him without meaning to.
didn’t? I know I’m fucking at your
mercy. I can’t fucking
move and you’ve got the means to kill me if you wanted.
threaten to make a point, you can fucking do whatever your little heart
desires, but please. Don’t tease,” he
locked his desire-darkened eyes on her own and they
shared a long glance. “I don’t like to
be fucking teased.”
She decided not to point out that he obviously couldn’t take what he
dished out, and instead flicked her wrist to the left, opening up a long
shallow gash on his hip. She watched as
blood rose to the surface, lowering her mouth and licking up the thin line with
just the tip of her tongue, applying rubbing alcohol like
she had the last time.
Jeffrey let out a long ragged gasp at that and began to unconsciously
pull at the restraint that held his wrists.
he was doing his best to buck up off the bed and into her touch without the
somewhat rhetorically, not looking at her but letting out a long moan.
to slipping over the edge and she had barely just begun.
her for the first time.
Salida felt her heart falter at the obvious need in his eyes, so she did
as he asked, and made another incision on his right hip, then one on his
abdomen, a half arch above his navel, an arrowhead on each of his ribs, an ‘S’
over his heart, small nicks on his arms and his legs.
lick away the small line of blood that would rise, then dab it with hydrogen
peroxide. With every new cut, the gasps
and groans that escaped from his mouth brought hwn awn arousal to a slow and
steady boil, until with a little persuasion, she’d be just as ready to come as
he was.
Jeffrey was now beyond arousal. He
was filled with pure lust and need. He’d
do anything to make her touch him again.
it . . . make me . . . fuck . . . make me come . . . please . . .” he pleaded
with her, arching his back up off of the bed as far as it would go.
pleasure until he was drowning in it. And
he was starting to get more than a little light-headed from his quickened
breathing, spots starting to dance at the corners of his vision as he
hyperventilated a little. He probably
should have told Salida to wait so he could catch his breath, but that was the
furthest thought from his mind right now.
her hand and the delightful pain and pleasure she wrought with it.
further up off of the bed, the muscles
in his neck and back tense with need and desire, the straps of the restraints
stretched taut as he pulled at them.
Making one final cut, Salida decided they’d both had enough.
writhing body, kissing him deeply as her hands stroked his chest and neck, trying
to calm him a bit. But seeing that he
wouldn’t calm, she decided to end things quickly for him, not expecting him to
last long once she sank down on him.
Ta a d a deep breath, she slammed herself down on his prominent arousal,
crying out as she felt herself stretch around him and as he automatically met
her descent, his hips ramming into hers painfully.
Jeffrey couldn’t even manage to think straight any more.
fucking beautiful woman on top of him was sending his arousal-quickened body.
attention and came mere seconds after she had impaled
herself on him.
Salida watched as Jeffrey came, fascinated as she always was to see the
extreme range of emotions play across his face as his control was ripped away
and he was left completely vulnerable. It
was the only time she ever saw him in such a state and she enjoyed it every
time. She felt her own climax building
and threw back her head with a moan before bringing it back, determined to
watch her husband and lover as she traversed her own orgasm.
breathless, “Oh fuck,” before he slumped back on the bed and didn’t move, his
eyes rolled slightly up into the back of his head, clearly unconscious.
Concerned though she was, her own orgasm had to
pass before she could focus on her lover.
Luckily, it wasn’t one of the killer orgasms that she normally had when
in such close proximity with her husband.
“Jeffrey?” Salida asked uncertainly, once she was back to herself,
wavering between the belief that he was playing with her and that something was
horribly wrong.
Jeffrey moaned, but this time it wasn’t filled with passion but with a
mixture of slight pain and annoyance.
“Thanks a fucking lot, vixen. You
just made your husband pass out like some simpering moron in a Jane Austin
novel,” he muttered. “I hope you’re
fucking happy with yourself,” he said opening his eyes slowly to glare at her.
“You’ve read
asked, fighting back somewhat hysterical giggles.
“Shut the fuck up. I’m fine.
if it were possible to slouch with your arms and legs spread out and tied to
the bed, he would have.
She brushed so hair off his forehead.
“I’m not laughing, I’m just very relieved that
you’re alright. Imagine my chagrin if
I’d caused you to pass out from blood loss or something.
either.”
“You caused me to fucking hyperventilate.
for that. You just fucking wait,”
Jeffrey promised with narrowed eyes.
“Well that was fucking fun,” he said, lifting his head to look at the
marks she had made before letting it fall back onto the bed, the room
spinning. “Whoa, that’s not fucking
cool,” he muttered, waiting a few moments until he had sufficiently recovered
and then lifting his head to look at the marks once more.
been a purpose to her markings – all he cared about was the pain and the
pleasure – but now he saw that she had turned his chest and legs into her own
easel, her scalpel her paintbrush. “Did
you have fun, vixen? Because it’s pretty
fucking obvious that I did. So, what’s
fucking next?”
She shrugged. “I think I just got
paid back in full for this morning,” she mused slowly, not really believing
that she was considering what she was considering.
torture . . .” She
trailed off, before suddenly changing subjects.
“I like kissing you, Jeffrey. I
like kissing you, and being kissed by you, and lying in your arms.
last twenty-three minutes that are on your ‘sentence,’ I’m going to let you go,
but you can’t do anything but kiss me.
Savvy? Once those twenty-three
minutes are up though, you have an hour and a half to keep me under your
thumb.” She reached over and released
one of his hands, scooting over the to the other side
of the bed as he had to loosen the other cuffs himself.
Jeffrey wasted no time in removing his hands and feet from the restraints
so he could take Salida into his arms.
But before he did, he sat up on the bed and stretched slowly, his
muscles aching slightly from being in the same tensed position for so
long. He then took a good long look at
his chest and legs, fingering the numerous cuts with a wince each time.
heart and he smirked, looking up at her. s'>
He didn’t say a word but pulled her close to him so that she was sitting
on the bed in-between his legs and captured his mouth with his own.
his time to kiss her full lips slowly and then pull away just to kiss her over
and over again. It wasn’t long though,
before both of them wanted more, so he pressed the tip of his tongue against
her lips, licking at the salty taste of his own blood there, before deepening
the kiss without hesitation.
Salida willingly opened and willingly submitted to his kiss, realizing
that this was the only person she didn’t mind being submissive to.
being stronger, and being in control . . . but for some reason she trusted him,
even when she’d watched his eyes as he ther her he wanted her dead.
together? And on some level he must have
trusted her as well.
With that in mind, Salida melted entirely against him, pressing her body
to his, taking note of every muscle and bone and how they supported her
body. His arms pulled her even tighter
against him as he felt her surrender, and she gasped as he started touching her
body in long, lazy strokes, the slight calluses on han hands rasping over her
skin. Pulling away briefly, she buried
her face in his , ki, kissing him as he slowly but confidently stole her senses
from her.
He continued his slow stroking of her body, not touching any part of her
meant to arouse, not yet anyway, but caressing and massaging every inch of
flesh his hands came in contact with.
but moved to kiss her own neck as she did so.
He suddenly tensed, making her pull away and ask if anything was
wrong. “You’re wearing my cologne,” he
pointed out, having smelled it behind one of her ears.
She looked up at him with big eyes, and through the fog of contentment
taking over her body, she realized what he meant.
tone a bit lost, as if she weren’t sure if he was unhappy or not.
Jeffrey immediately cut her off in a kiss much more forceful than the
last. This kiss was territorial and
possessive and a bit rough. “Of course I
fucking like it, vixen. It marks you as
mine just as much as your ring or the marks I leave on your body do,” he said
with a growl, attacking her neck intending to leave such a mark.
would be a while before he could do anything about it.
kiss and bite marks on her sensitive neck and shoulder.
“Yes,” she immediately agreed, twisting one hand into the sweat dampened
locks of his hair. “Never want to be
anyone else’s. No one else understands
what it’s like. Anyone else would
judge. You don’t judge.
Salida wasn’t exactly sure of what she was saying,
just that she needed to say something, needed to confirm Jeffrey’s statement.
“That I do, vixen,” he said with a smirk.
instead of talking, let me up the stakes a little bit.
ever known as well, vixen. I have never
met anyone that can even fucking compare to you.
And I don’t think I ever fucking will.
who not only threatened to kill you but actually tried?” he said with a sigh.
fucking little memory, but sometimes it had a way of coming about on its
own. “And yet you’re still fucking
here. And not to mention the fucking
fact that you don’t just have to put up with me, but fucking Sands too.
said with a slow shake of his head. “I
don’t know why you haven’t decided you’ve had fucking enough of the psychotic,
sociopathic, schizophrenic killer in your bed and just left.”
fucking rambling again.”
She laid her fingertips over his lips to stop him.
she asked, “What was that bit about raising the stakes?
deal?” She realized she was giving him
ideas, but she didn’t mind. For better
or worse, she trusted him.
For a minute Jeffrey just started at her, uncomprehending.
remembered. “Oh yes, raising the
stakes. A blindfold could be fun.
but I know you’re not turned on by pain like I
am. So tell me, vixen.
you? And then maybe later, if you’re
good, I’ll let you have a little more fun.
st ast admit, what you did wasn’t entirely,” he looked down at his chest
and the markings there, “unpleasant.”
Salida snorted at him to cut out the bullshit.
with a shrug. “A lot of fun.
much fun as it turned out,” Jeffrey said with a self-depreciating smirk as he
remembered his little fainting spell.
“It’s not my fault you’re a pansy,” she teased, yelping as he pinched
her ass.
“Just tell me what I want to know, vixen,” he said in a low voice, the
once offending hand now stroking over her rear.
“What the fuck do I have to do to get you hot and bothered?”
“You should know that by now,” she murmured back, relaxing against
him. “Light touches.
complete anything. Light touches on my
body. Soft kisses that don’t last long
enough for real contact. pan>pan>Pressure, but
in the wrong spots. A single finger
inside me – enough to make a mockery of what it feels like to have you inside
me, but not enough to do anything more than make me beg for you.”
t.
off the
It gives a rush, different from orgasm, but just as thrilling.”
drawers. The nice thing about lace is
that it’s rough, so it feels good on a body demanding constant stimulation . .
. but it’s not substantial enough to do more than heighten pleasure without a
hand under it. I bought body paint – it’s
in a bowl with a brush in it. Remember
what it feels like to have a wet brush running over your body?”
chest heaving slightly from her words. “I
just gave away the keys to my downfall.
Are you going to make it kind?”
“Probably not,” Jeffrey said with a devilish grin and a shrug.
the items she had mentioned. While he
was laying the items around him in a slightly haphazard manner, he grabbed one
of the strawberries from the dish and bit into it slowly before looking at it
with a critical eye. He then smirked and
offered her the rest, placing it in front of her lips.
before pressing a hand on her chest to get her to lie down.
going to be good? Either way, you’re
going to do what I say. How you want to
do it is up to you. And I don’t have to
use the restraints if you don’t want me to.”
lace scarves he had in a hand. es'> “Take
your pick. What’s your pleasure?”
“Lace,” she whispered as she pulled the scarves from his hand.
have no intention of listening to you.
Of being good. Remember what I
said? That I find being helpless a rush?”
his neck and reclined, bringing him with her.
Placing kisses on his face and lips, she admitted, “I think we’ve
reached the point where I’m willing to be totally vulnerable in front of
you. Tie me up, blindfold me, gag me . .
. whatever you want. Whatever would turn
you on. But
leave me loose and I swear I’ll try to turn the tables on you.
You know that.” As if to prove
her point she said, “That body paint I bought is blood-red.
body.”
His eyes widened and he turned to look at the body paint, turning back
to her with a broad grin on his face. “I
love you, vixen?” he said, the grin widening even further.
Before she could react he had bound her wrist together with one lace
scarf over her head and tied them to the middle of the headboard with the
other. He only had one scarf left then,
and he didn’t want to waste it on tying her feet, but she wasn’t quite tall
enough for the restraints at the foot of the bed to comfortably reach so he
left her legs unbound. “Close your eyes,
vixen,” he commanded. Once sad, ad, he
tied the last lace scarf around her head, covering her eyes.
nothing clear. “Are you ready, vixen?”
he asked, moving to grab the body paint and brush, soaking the tip of the brush
in the indeed blood-red paint.
“Yes,” she almost moaned, turned on more by the thought of what was
going to happen than by what had happened already.
waited, the muscles of her belly tensing in eager anticipation.
The first brush stcamecame at the hollow of her neck.
against her skin, but tried to keep still.
The brush moved from her neck, along her collarbone, to her shoulder,
where it traveled down her side. It
caressed the side of her breast, her rips, the curve
of her hip before traveling up over the crease where thigh met body.
inside of her leg.
There were several stops when Jeffrey had to re-wet his brush, and each
time she felt it leave her, she had to bite back a whimper.
to feel anything. Each time it returned,
she let out a shaky breath of relief, feeling her husband’s eyes on her as he
played her like a harp.
Jeffrey was delighting himself in creating swirling red designs on her
skin, watching as she reacted to his every stroke.
his fingers and one of his own legs reddened from hurried careless.
closer to the edge,” he demonstrated as he ran the brush slowly along the
inside of her thigh once more, mere centimeters from her arousal, “I am having
entirely too much fun.” He moved the brush
away slowly and smirked to see her impatience for him to bring it back, and
wetted it very carefully, narrowing the brush tip between his fingers into a
point. He then leaned over,
his face mere inches above the soft hair that hid her sex, and touched her clit
ever so lightly with the tip of the brush.
He smirked at her gasp and did it again.
He then decided he had had enough fun with the paint for one night and
discarded the brush and the paint on the bedside table of other toys.
“Well that was fun, vixen. But
I’m not patient enough to keep it up for any longer so I suppose I’ll have to
resort to other methods to make you writhe under me.”
finger deep inside of her smoldering heat and latched onto one of her nipples
with his lips, teeth and tongue, using his other hand to prop himself above her
as he kneeled beside her.
“Jeffrey!” she screamed, trying to buck under him, but she was sadly
hampered by the fact that her hands were tied and her legs confined by his
proximity to her. Her hands wrapped
around the scarf holding her to the bed as her entire body started shivering in
waves that made her hair stand on end, the pinprick sensation of
Her greedy husband worked his hand and his mouth, every sensation
driving her closer and closer to the edge.
His mouth was hot on her chest, each nipple chilling in the cool air as
he switched back and forth. His finger
goaded her, never pulling out more than an inch or so before sliding back in
and making the most wonderful little circles inside her.
clamped around that hand, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea for
completion. And just when it seemed that
he might give it to her . . .
. . . he moved away.
of dismay and irritation. “Who was it
that was reminding me what a good virtue patience
is? Was it just this evening?
who it was.”
“Jeffrey . . .” she moaned.
He merely clicked his tongue.
“Sorry, vixen. You made me wait
for hours for you. And while I’m not
going to make you wait that long for me, I’m certainly going to take my time
doing this. I’m going to bring you right
to edge, over, and over, and over again before letting you come.
He sat there with a smug smirk on his face and waited for her to calm
down enough so that he could bring her back to the edge again without pushing
her over. As he waited, he knew that if
she could meet his eyes, she’d be staring back at him with a clearly pissed off
look in her eyes.
Once her body was no longer heaving for breath, he began again.
and sprayed a little bit of it on Salida’s stomach, delighting in the gasp she
made in response. Then, moving as if he
were in slow-motion, he licked her clean of every trace of it.
licking his lips. “Better than a peach,
I think. But I’d be more than willing to
find out if you are, vixen.”
“No,” she pouted. “You bite.”
Jeffrey clicked his tongue at that.
taunted in a mocking voice. “You brought
this upon yourself, you know vixen. And
now you’re being childish.” He smirked
at her indignant look and continued. “Yes,
childish. You had your fun and now that
I’m trying to have mine, you pout. But
you’re right, I admit I do bite. I enjoy
it. But if you don’t want me to, that’s
a choice I’m willing to leave up to you.
getting what you want when you want it that I’m going to give in to you, vixen.
You know me far to well to believe that,”
he said with a wink.
“Later,” she said, relaxing back against the pillows when she realized
he was right. “Later I’ll let you suck
my blood, my vampyric lover.”
now I’m getting cold. And when I’m cold
I can’t focus, if you know what I
mean.”
Jeffrey merely shrugged at the ‘vampyric lover’
comment with a smirk. “Then let’s see if
I can’t warm you up, vixen mine. I
definitely wouldn’t want you to lose . . . focus.”
He moved his warm hands over her body,
lying down beside her, but not on top of her, giving up some of his own body
heat to her. He then began to pepper her
slightly chilled skin with hot kisses, trailing complicated designs on her skin
with the tip of his tongue. He continued his combination of kissing and
touching for a few minutes, then pulled back from her.
“Is this goingbe ebe enough to keep you
warm,” he leaned over to latch onto one of her nipples and spoke around it, “or
would you like me to pull the sheet up, vixen?”
“I suppose,” she panted, “that depends on h-how much you . . .
get as close to him as she could. “Imagine
. . . being so close . . . so fucking needy . . . being touched,” she gasped as
he nipped at her, “b-but separated. It’d
be maddening.” She had no idea why she
was being so truthful, other than the fact that with his mouth and hands
gliding over her, she had no mental resources left to lie with.
“Oh vixen, there’s an easy way to solve that problem,” he said with a
laugh and a shake of his head. “Don’t
you move, I’ll be right fucking back.
he was gone, having leaned over the side of the bed to pull up the sheet where
it had fallen off. Just when she had
started to whimper at the loss of his touch, he had returned to his position
next to her, pulling the sheet over the both of them.
strawberry from the dish, offering it to her to eat.
lips on her own, his tongue in her mouth, tasting the remnants of the eaten
strawberry. Once he had finished, a
happy smile on his face, he ducked under the sheet and resumed right where his
lips and hands had left off, intent on making her squirm under his gentlortuorture.
Instead of squirming though, what he got was a soft laugh.
into his caresses with her limited range of motion.
against her sensitive skin, heightening the pleasure of Jeffrey’s large, warm
body against hers. “If you’re not
careful, lover, I’m going to start thinking you’re a softy underneath that
psychotic exterior.”
“Now you’ve gone and fucking done it.
kill people for fun.” He shook his head
with a laugh. “It’s your fucking fault
you know, vixen,” he said, pulling his head out from under the sheet to look at
her even though she couldn’t look back.
fucking cold-hearted son of a bitch who killed you for kicks.
bitch who kills for kicks, except when it comes to you.
said, pushing a lock of hair out of her face and stroking her cheek gently.
name. Pretty soon everyone’ll
start to believe that we turn into fucking saps when our wives are around, and
that wouldn’t fucking do, now would it?” he asked,
nipping at the underside of her chin playfully.
“I give you permission to kill anyone who calls you a sap,” she gasped,
searching blindly for his mouth. “Jeffrey
. . . please. I need you.”
“Not as much as you will.” And
with that promise, he got back to work.