More Than Darkness
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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon Dasies' OUATIM fics on ff.net, More Than
Eyes Alone Can See, and More Than Life,
and Sands/Jeffrey from 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.
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“Why are we doing this again?” Sands asked with a sigh,
walking the streets of
by his definitely more awake wife. “Oh
yeah, we need clothes. Sure we can’t
just go naked? I’d be up for that.”
too much as it is. I’m still sore from
last night,” she said dryly, looking through different store windows.
Clean underwear. A swimsuit.
“You’ll heal,”
Sands muttered absently. “What kind of
naughty lingerie?”
“The kind that can
only be bought once we’ve got everything else we need.
hotel. Besides, I thought you had things
of your own to buy.”
“I could use a
clean shirt. And, yeah fun with bondage.
. . . Alright, fine.
with and get back to the hotel as soon as possible.”
Aida first led him
into a small drugstore, where she got toothbrushes and deodorant for them both,
and toothpaste and sunscreen to share.
Next door was a clothing shop for men a women and she led him into that
one next. When it came to getting
clothes, she was quick and he was quicker, but she stalled on what kind of
swimsuit to get. She had every intention
of making it down to the beach in the sun for at least a little while.
and not even have the smallest tan to show for it.
Looking at the
racks and racks of choices, she asked the hovering presence over her shoulder, “Which
one should I get, my love?”
“The skimpiest,” he
said without hesitation.
“You want me on the
beach, around scores of other sun tanned and bleach blond-ed men, wearing
nothing but this?” she asked, picking up a string bikini.
way in hell you’d get me to wear it.”
“You’re no fun.
enjoy it,” he muttered.
hitting on you. Hmm, maybe not such a
good idea in front of her. “Fine.
suit. It was neither too modest or going
to get scores of men killed for gawking at her.
that one jumped out at him first.
“Green?
examined the suit. It was modestly cut
at the legs and had a halter instead of straps.
The only thing that wasn’t so modestly cut or covered was the back; she
thought it might scoop down to nearly to the curve of her butt.
her. “Okay.
Before he could
protest, she’d disappeared, only to reappear minutes later, suit in hand.
“After all that you’re
not even going to let me see you in it? Wait,
no, it doesn’t matter. If that’s the one
you want then, fine. Let’s get out of
here. We’ve got lots more shopping to
do.”
“You’re going to
see me in it later, silly,” she teased as he paid for their purchases.
“Me and the sun don’t
get along all that well, but I’ll join you outside for a little while at least.
Someone’s got to keep the scores of sun
tanned and bleach blonde men at bay, right?” he asked dryly, handing the bag
with the swimsuit to her while he juggled the clothing bags he was carrying.
“I wasn’t planning
to stay fore ore than a half an hour,” she replied, looking down at her pale
arms. “Do you realize how easily
redheads burn?” She shuddered.
honeymoon. Besides, I’m going to need
you with me too slather on the sunscreen, not just to keep away annoying
boys. I’ve already kissed the only frog
I want.” Her voice took on a teasing
lilt.
“Very funny,
spitfire,” he drawled, holding the door open for her.
smirk. “Sure, it’d hurt and I’d feel
sorry for you, but you’d also lounnyunny as hell.”
Aida rolled her
eyes. “Not to mention you wouldn’t be
able to touch me for the rest of the week.”
“Not as funny,” he
muttered. “Where to next?”
“Well . . . you
need to buy your stuff, and I need to buy mine.
How about I meet you back here in an hour?”
Sands took a quick
look around at his surroundings before nodding to her.
with a wicked smirk.
“I’m counting on
it.” She dropped a quick kiss on his cheek,
and walked off.
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Sands came back to the place they were supposed to meet a
little ahead of schedule. He had found
what he wanted fairly easily. He carried
his purchases in a discreet black bag that seemed to match the one Aida had in
her hands as he approached her. “You’re
here early. with a smirk.
“You’ll see tonight
and not a minute earlier,” she said, standing up for a kiss.
“What do you mean
tonight? What time?” he asked a minute
later after they had broken apart from a passionate kiss.
“The moment the sun
starts setting, I’m at your command,” she breathed, her eyes twinkling.
to get me to do what you want me to.”
“Is that a fact?”
he asked wryly, wrng hng his arms around her waist and pulling her close to
him. “And let me guess, you’re immovable
on this point, right?” he asked with a slight sigh.
“Like the rock of
and ivory Hawaiian print sundress.
“I like the new
dress. Not exactly my favorite colors,
but it suits you,” Sands said after a moment’s hesitation as he mulled over her
statement. “What kind of lunch?”
“I don’t care.
the privacy of our own room. Or
downstairs in the atrium. Ooh, let’s do
that.”
Sands had to smile
at her enthusiasm. “Alright, if that’s
what you want. At least give me a chance
to change into a new shirt before we eat, though.”
“Why?” she asked,
looking at his shirt. “I thought the
ones you bought were jas bas black as this one.”
Sands looked down
at his shirt and nodded. “Yes, true, but
they don’t have ocean sludge on them and this one does.”
Aida smiled
wryly. “That may be true, but at least
the sludge should bring back some pleasant memories.”
“What, of me
getting slimed by my loving wife?” he drawled.
She glanced around
to make sure they weren’t being heavily observed before rising up on her toes
and wrapping her arms around his neck.
In a voice barely loud enough to be a whisper, she said, “Just wait
l tol tonight and I’ll show you a thing or two about ‘slimed’, my love.”
“That a promise?”
he whispered back, placing a soft kiss on the side of her neck.
“It’s what you make
of it,” she teased and challenged.
“Oh really?
before you wake me up for tomorrow’s sunrise.”
“I thought you didn’t
want that to become a habit,” she murmured once he’d released her mouth.
sank back to her feet. “You don’t like
getting up that early.”
“No, I don’t, but I’m
willing to make exception on our honeymoon,” he said kissing the top of her
head.
“Are you still
going to say that when I get you up at the crack of dawn?”
“After a few choice
curses and some groaning . . . yeah, sure.
She rolled her
eyes. “Ooo, sounds like a treat.
day and night.”
Sands shrugged.
out, that’s another story. I’ve got no
problem with the night. It’s the early
mornings that give me pause.”
“And right now my
empty stomach is giving me
pause. I think you should feed me, lest
I become too weak to do anything but sleep the night away.”
husband. “Going to waste
away, are we? Couldn’t have that.
very much. I’d better get you something
to eat, huh?” he asked with a smirk.
“Yes.
rock-like position on the revealing of presents.
“I’m thinking I’d
better start remembering how to be nice,” he said with a wide grin.
rather not wait while I went back up into the suite.
“Yes.
flowers, and the sun. And I think I even
saw some birds in there – parrots and parakeets and whatnot.<
st
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It’ll be like an overly civilized picnic.”
head and laughed softly. “Whatever you
want. Sounds fine to me.
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Their waiter had just left after bringing them their food –
she’d chosen BLT’s for them both, hers with fresh fruit salad and his with
fries – when Aida slumped in her chair, taking in her surroundings.
The atrium was
indeed beautiful. There was a miniature
waterfall in one corner, the creek that flowed from it was populated by small,
sparking fish, and ferns grew close to the water.
enclosed wilderness, each spaced far apart and in among the tr
nearly invisible net kept them from flying down and stealing food.
“Do you like it?”
she asked, pretending innocence but searching out his foot with her own bare
one.
a bite of his sandwich.
“All of it.
Her toes found his shin slowslowly started trailing up and down.
Sands gave her a
smirk in response to what she was doing to his leg and put down his sandwich,
looking around. He took in everything;
the plants, the animals, the other people in the restaurant, nothing escaped
his notice. “I don’t mind the plants,
the birds are too noisy, the people don’t really interest me, and the food’s
not all that bad,” he said after he had given the room a thorough glance.
“And where would
you prefer to eat?” It was a loaded
question and she knew it.
“Upstairs in the
room with you, preferably alone,” he responded after a moment’s hesitation.
She gave a short,
delighted laugh. “If it were up to you,
we wouldn’t leave the room at all, would we?”
Sands just shrugged
and took another bite of his sandwich, but not before giving her a brief grin.
“Most men want to
show off a new bride,” she observed, stealing one of his french fries.
you don’t want to. Or at least you don’t
seem to. Why is that?”
Sands shrugged
again, but answered her this time. “I
guess I’m not feeling very sociable,” he mumbled.
“You’re never
sociable,” she pointed out wryly. “Com’on,
Sands. There must be some reason.
the table and took his hand.
“Maybe . . . I just
want you all to myself for once,” he said softly.
safe where I can be in control of everything and take care of you.
“Well,” her thumb
stroked across his palm tenderly. “I’d
say you have it. And if that’s what you
want, I won’t naysay you. I like having
you all to myself too.”
“Good,” he said
with a small smile. But you don’t. As long as
Jeffrey exists, you never will.
“Don’t give me that
look,” she said, interpreting the strange light in his eyes.
now – is all I’ve ever asked for. And
that’s what’s important . . . that I have to you to myself now. And I do.
can’t control, because then you take ‘now’ away from us.
but don’t think about that.”
“Ok, no looks.
another small smile that was a bit on the hesitant side, but real unlike the
last one. The smile widened minutely as
he thought of the sight of her bounding through the waves as he chased after her,
completely carefree and happy.
Guessing what
direction his thoughts had gone in, Aida turned back to her lunch with a hidden
smile. This was her husband across from
her – her loving and heart-stoppingly sexy lover – and she wanted him.
seductive game between them. With that
thought in mind, her toes moved to his knee as she started peeling a grape with
her teeth.
Sands would have
asked her exactly what she thought she was doing with her foot creeping so
slowly up his leg, but that would mean she would stop, and he didn’t want that.
With this thought in mind, he turned
back to his meal, finishing the rest of his sandwich and eating a handful of
fries, doing his best not to acknowledge what she was doing, but unable to keep
a small smile from his face.
“What’cha thinkin’
about?” She knew, but that didn’t mean
she didn’t want him to confess it to her.
“You,” he answered
with a grin, not looking up at her.
“Really?
next cooking lesson?” Her tone was
completely innocent even as her leg extended to its full length.
ultimate goal, only reaching to mid-thigh.
“Not exactly,” he
said wryly, moving in closer to the table almost without thinking about it.
waves last night.”
“And how much
better I would have looked in the kitchen.”
She was openly teasing him now, hiding her delight in the fact that he’d
moved closer to her.
“Depends on what
you were doing,” he drawled with a wicked grin.
“Forcing you to
cook. What else?
future –”
“What else?
counter, covered in something sweet that I could take my time licking off.
would be a fun cooking lesson.”
She laughed.
“Why can’t I
debauch your kitchen? Seems like a
perfectly good place to me,” Sands said with a wicked grin.
“Are we talking
about me or my kitchen?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow and doing her best to
tickle the inside of his thigh with her toes.
“Whichever you
like. I’m not picky.
same instance would be fun as I’ve already said.
said with a smirk.
“Sands?” she asked
suddenly, very turn on by the smirk on his face.
Sands almost
reminded her that the sun was far from setting, cursed himself as a fool, and
looked around the room for their waiter with the check.
“Don’t bother,” “An even better The moment they Sands led her into “No . . . no Sands nodded. She nodded, and When she emerged Aida seemed When she was met “What’s wrong?”
ask
asked softly. “Don’t you like pink?” “Pink’s fine,” he “Well . . . I’ve “Yeah, ok. “I’m an actress “That’s utter “Fine! “No, I’m not,” he “And Sands nodded, accepting “You could just “I would have, but Aida smiled back, “If I took it off I’d She smiled again, “Now, I pass out Aida stepped back a “It’s not an “That’s good.” “Come here,” he n stn style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Alright.” Sands moaned at the “I’m not ready for Sands didn’t trust Aida dragged her For what must have Releasing him for a “Oh. . .” Sands “I do this because Keeping her mind on Sands couldn’t His body arched “Oh . . . Aida . . She wanted to calm The moment he Her hand moved on “Holy . . . fuck. . “Why?” she asked “You know how “Perhaps you should “What would be the All this talk was Sands grinned at “I disobeyed you, “Of course. She nodded, “Good. Aida nodded slowly, “Good. Moving quickly, “Pain,” she Sands nodded that but was careful not to take too long. Sands nodded and “Pain,” she said “Where?” “Ribs.” Sands traced a line Aida was breathing Sands placed a “Pain,” she “Why?” Sands asked, “Because you like “I-I like mak
you
you happy.” “Why?” “Because . . . I “Easy?” he asked,singsingle wrinkle forming on his forehead at the question. Was she saying the an>“an>“What if n’t
n’t “Then you would “You would just sit This was starting “Are you really? “Yes.” “Are you committed She She wanted to love “Good,” he said Aida couldn’t help Sands immediately “Pain or pleasure?” Didn’t he know that He didn’t bother Impulsive down to A smug grin made Nayinaying a word, “You,” she gasped, “Not good enough. Again with the “You didn’t answer “You,” she “Even with blood on She froze then, “I’m a killer and “Don’t say that.” “Why not? “No!” she yelled, Sands was a bit “How’s this for “But-but you haven’t “But I know. Sands didn’t want Her own desire They had been As Sands kissed “Yes. “You’re absolutely a man and stop asking my opinion,” she said sourly. Sands rolled his Aida was more than “You won’t be able Since she couldn’t Sands made a tsking She’d like to see Sands had had “Well, I can see Sands just grumbled “I was enjoying the ruthless “Oh he’s still Aida stared after He left her there With that in mind, Sands heard her Aida really wanted “Please? The way this man “Are you really?” She was sorry they “Prove it,” he “How?” Sands thought about “Alright.” Sands nodded after Sitting up, she Sands started a bit “That’s better,” “Seemed like they He was going to get Bringing it back to “Yeah, maybe I do. She simply grinned “I asked you a “Yes, you did ask Sands let out a yelled “I thought you “Not . . . the Aida grinned again, “What are you “You’ll see. “What the fuck? Five minutes later, Aida smiled to First she pulled on Deciding she’d left “You’re a tease. “Have I proved I’m “No, you proved you’re “No. “You bet your sweet “Well, if I’ve got “Oh it’s a fucking “What?” she asked, “What?” he took a “Clothing.” “If that were the “And if I told you “I’d have to lock “So basically, you’d “If need be,” he “Come and get me Sands gave a brief Aida grinned, and Sands gave chase, “No,” she said Sands stood still “Yes, but can you Sands let out a He scooped her into Aida mock-glared up Sands saw the glare “Get up,” Sands Sands thought about She let out a Sands didn’t say a She pretended to “You’re not sorry, She knew it was a Sands just laughed “But that’s why we’re “Because I said so, This time she had Sands stilled for a Aida relaxed If Sands saw her Aida tried to stay Sinking her fingers Sands, for his The feather-light Unable to stand it “Yes?” “Yes, an “Dr. Sands . . . I It was nice, and “Not so fast. “No,” she Before Aida “Oh no, spitfire,” In the darkness, Sands reached into She squirmed, “What is –” “Keep talking and I’ll Aida hesitated, Sands grinned at “Have fun while you Sands shrugged. Her arousal had “Music to my ears,” Aida wanted so She was on the “I told you, Sands could feel “Do you like this, “Yes,” she “Feel your body “Yes,” she choked “Yes what, “All . . . all of Sands grinned. “Ah! The moment Sands “That’s it, cry out “It hurts.” Sands was While Aida’s body Sands didn’t have After what had She didn’t Sands didn’t want She moved weakly, “I’m sorry, I’m She nodded. Sands cursed softly “You couldn’t know,” “Alright. “Bath . . . later,” “Sounds good to me,”
said quietly but intensely. “They can
just charge it to ourm.”
plan. Lets get the hell out of here,”
Sands said, reaching down to remove her foot from in-between his legs so they
both could stand, but not before rubbing it softly in thanks.
were in the elevator to their room, Aida threw herself at her husband,
trembling with need, but for some reason he held her off, placating her demands
with soft kisses on her neck and cheeks, his hands stroking her face.
submit, to not protest. She was the one
who’d reneged on her own plans; she’d willingly give them up and follow his
direction.
the hotel suite, not saying a word. He
then led her down into the bedroom and took a seat on the bed, looking up at
her as she stood before him. “Did yoave ave a specific plan in mind for tonight?
did you?”
plan. Just you.
though.”
her a smoldering look.
walked into the bathroom, grabbing the bag with her purchases as she went.
ten minutes later, she was wearing a corset, thong, stockings, and heels, all
in a delicate shade of pink. The corset
had ties in back and hooks in front, and thin, see-through straps that had
small white rosettes appliquéd to them.
The stockings had a lacy, scalloped edge; garters ran up her thighs from
the tops of the stockings to thrsetrset.
The shoes were opened toed and spiked, making her legs seem longer than
they really were. But the most shocking
item in her little ensemble was the blond wig on her head.
uncertain as she stepped out of the bathroom, hands clasped behind her back and
head down a little as if giving him the opportunity to examine it thoroughly.
with silence, she raised her head a bit, intending to ask what was wrong.
her husband wearing a pair of sinfully tight leather pants.
herself and looked at his face. He
seemed to be a bit more reserved than she had been expecting.
said absently. “Why –” he took a moment
to clear a suddenly dry throat. “Why the
wig, spitfire?” he asked as casually as he could, trying not to let his
reactions show to the rest of her little . . . outfit. Yet.
always wanted to be blond?” She didn’t
think the answer was going to cut it.
pointedly, but not moving from his reclining position against the headboard on
the bed.
and I feel naked without a costume?”
bullshit and you know it. Now tell me
the truth.” Sands had a good idea what
her reason was, but he wanted her to say it.
long, and while it was practical to get rid of all of it, I’m not happy.
said slowly, getting off the bed and moving across the room to hold her.
height due to the heels for now. There
would be time for that later. “I’m not
happy because you still don’t get it. I
don’t give a fuck about your hair, Aida.
as an egg. It doesn’t matter.
to believe me. That makes me unhappy.
thought it would be here. Was I fucking
wrong about that?”
you think I’m beautiful no matter what.
I know that. I do.
prematurely.”
this. “Alright, fine.
fucking happy,”saidsaid with a soft sigh.
be.”
tell me to take it off,” she said quietly, avoiding his eyes.
I wanted you to understand my reasons for asking before I did,” Sands said
gently, giving her a small smile.
lifting her face for a gentle kiss on the lips before pulling away.
be tempted to do some damage to it on mischievous principle, so maybe it’s best
you take it off,” he replied with a grin.
and raised her hands to gently remove it from her head.
turned back to her husband as if to ask, “Now what?”
from lack of proper blood flow to my brain since all of it seems to be situated
between my legs after seeing your little . . . outfit,” Sands said, allowing a
bit of breathlessness into his voice.
bit to give him a better view. “I
thought this might have your approval, but I was a little worried about the
color. You and your obsession with black
and all.”
obsession,” he said somewhat defensively.
drawled, drinking in the sight of her.
out from her sides, letting him look his fill and waiting to find out what she
was supposed to do.
instructed. When she did, he immediately
began running his hand over the soft fabric of her corset before leaning over
to kiss the exposops ops of her breasts.
kisses.
wasn’t quite ready, so she decided to improvise.
the wall, and put his back to it. Then,
as she started placing wet kisses on his neck, her hand reached between them
and she started running her palm over his clothed arousal.
contact, aching up into her touch without thought.
he moved them slowly down the curve of her practically bare ass.
knew her body intimately, and he didn’t need to be able to see to touch her in
all the places to make her moan.
you yet,” she breathed in his ear as she teased the lobe.
himself to speak intelligibly, so he merely nodded.
managed to become this aroused this quickly, but after a brief second’s
consideration he decided he didn’t care.
lips down his body, following lines of muscle and bone until she reached the
waistband of his pants. Now kneeling
before him, she slowly pulled the zipper down and reached her hand inside,
squeezing him firmly in her small hands.
Glancing up, she delighted in the way he’d thrown his head back, in the
way his hands curled, claw-like, into fists.
been long, tormenting minutes for him, she did nothing more than stroke him,
teasing his arousal higher and higher.
She’d sworn off this particular form of intimacy years ago after a
particularly bad experience, but with her husband it seemed right to grant
pleasure in any way she could. With that
in mind, she decided to put him out of his torture.
short moment – aeveleveling the groan of protest that left his throat as she
did – she both reached for a nearby towel and parted the leather flaps of his
pants. One hand curled around to grip
his firm ass as the other trailed up and down his length as she let her hot
breath wash over him.
moaned, his eyes shut so tightly in a mixture of agony, arousal and pure
pleasureher her actions that his head had begun to hurt.
move. She had him right in the palm of
her hand – both literally and metaphorically – and he didn’t care in the
slightest. At least, as long as she gave
him the release he needed soon. He
clenched his fists tighter as she teased him, his fingers ridged and beginning
to ache, but he paid them no mind. The
only thing he could truly feel was her hot breath ghosting down his shaft and
her hand firmly gripping his ass.
unmourned.
I love you,” she breathed, kissing the skin right under his navel.
feel her body softening, melting, but this was for him.
that single thought, she ducked her head and took him into her mouth, her hand
moving between his legs to pleasure him further.
giving him what he sought, but not allowing him to take control.
enveloping his arousal and sometimes sucking fiercely at his tip.
lipstick – she would have liked to mark him – but was too busy with other
things to regret it for long.
think straight any longer so he didn’t even bother trying.
beating of his heart and the gasps of his breath.
shut tight. He couldn’t smell anything
but his own sweat and arousal. He could
only feel and that one remaining sense was overwhelming.
against the wall toward her mouth as she kissed and suckled at him, his hands
now pressed against the wall, still curled into fists.
feel his perceptions begin to shift. Aida
might or not have known it, but it was at this moment – when he was on the cusp
of orgasm – that he was the most dangerous.
world but himself at that moment, and God help any who got in his way then.
given into his release, the world still didn’t matter but he couldn’t hurt a
fly in that state. He was at his most
vulnerable. He passed through those
extremes in agony, apathy, and complete bliss and could only want to do it all
over again gladly once he had come back to himself.
powerful reactions his wife could coax out of him with hardly a thought.
. going . . . to . . . oh . . . close . . . don’t . . . stop. . .” he managed
to gasp out, his voice a strangled moan.
him, but got the feeling it wouldn’t be appreciated at the moment.
her tongue writhing against him wickedly as she reached for the towel>
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reached climax, she moved her head, quickly using the towel to catch his seed
as her hand continued to pump him in a tight grip.
her ears, and she watched his face avidly, loving the look of agonizing strain
she’d caused.
him until his legs buckled and he had to sit down.
back as she allowed him to rest his weight against her.
been to watch, how turned on she was, how much she couldn’t wait for him to
start his game, all while she cleaned him with a clean towel and righted his
clothing.
.” Sands muttered in a gasp, not knowing what else to say.
the most intense he’d ever felt, and yet he wasn’t fully sated.
under his breath.
quietly, a small, self-satisfied smile on her face.
uncomfortable it is to walk around with a constant hard-on?
sensatio the the world,” he said dryly.
switch to cotton,” she suggested evilly.
“I hear it doesn’t chafe as much.”
fun in that?” he asked wryly. s'> “Cotton’s
for pussies.”
nice, but it really wasn’t what she wanted.
“Sands?” she asked, trailing the tip of her tongue along his ear.
bought? Or did you want to discuss the
weather?” In her mind’s eye she saw him
hovering above her, using her without any thought for anything but their mutual
pleasure, ignoring her pleas and whimpers.
The scene turned her on, making her grow wet in need.
her wickedly. “Oh you think so, do you?
didn’t I? How am I supposed to ever
respect my husband if you let me get away with things like that?
Screw your wife. After indecent
amounts of foreplay of course.”
stop, say so. And if you can’t talk,
squeeze my hand. Do you understand?” he
asked, deadly serious.
catching his gravity. “I understand.”
for long. This was new territory for
her, and she wanted to explore it with the man she’d committed her life to.
wait for me. And if you say a word or
look back at me, you’ll be punished for it.”
understanding, and stood, having to remind herself not to look at him.
but she wasn’t quite adventurous enough to do so without some knowledge of how
things were going to go. So it was in
obedient silence that she sat down on the bed and swung her legs up, leaning
back against the pillow. To minimize the
urge to look around for her husband, she closed her eyes and focused on her
breath. In . . . and out. In . . . and
out.
his feet, zipping and buttoning his pants.
nightstand and first tied his hair back with a small tie and then grabbed the
bag of toys he had purchased. With the
bag in hand, he stood at the foot of the bed and looked down on her.
without my permission. And that means
everything. You’ll come when I fucking
want you to come. Do you understand?
you may not speak.”
unsure if he had been waiting for a response, and bracing herself in case he
hadn’t. Her heart was racing in her
chest, a little in fear but more in excitement.
She trusted her husband absolutely.
seeiseeing this side of him was . . . hot.
rewarded. Each time you do you you’ll be
punished.” He dropped the bag on the bed
and reached inside. When he removed his
hand, a set of leather restraints were dangling from the grip.
going for, but Aida could see that the bag still had weight to it which meant
that the restraints weren’t the only things he bought.
Sands had restrained both of her hands and her feet to the head and footboards
before climbing off of her and regaining his position at the foot of the bed.
her. He didn’t even run his hands over
her skin in a fleeting caress. It was as
if she was a complete stranger to him and not his wife.
of her, straddling her waist. While he
took his time undoing the corset she wore, it was probably more due to his
wounded hands than a desire to see her undressed slowly.
was precise. When he was finished, he pulled the unlaced corset out from under
her forcefully and moved back away from her, leaving her chest bare.
directly, wanting an answer to his question.
murmured slowly, having to wet her lips.
If she was going to trust him through this, she might as well start now.
brusquely and dug into the black bag. He
pulled out a knife every bit as big as the one he’d been forced to leave in his
car in
windows. Aida could see it was very
sharp. “You see this?” he gestured to
the knife as held it. “The man who sold
it to me was willing to sharpen it for me.
sharp, or stupid. Guess which one I
picked?” He ran his left thumb over the
edge of the blade, not making a sound as it sliced effortlessly through his
skin. He held up the hand for her to see
and Aida could see bright blood beginning to run down his wrist.
fingerprint directly in between her breasts before pulling back again, leaving
the finger to bleed. “Where?”
She needed to choose a spot that would satisfy him but that wouldn’t be
seen by her doctors. “My hip,” she
finally said, her voice barely loud enough to be heard in the silence of the
room.
traced a scoring path across her left hip with the edge of the knife.
sting as he cleaned it of blood. He
repeated this gesture when the blood welled up a second , th, then pulled away,
licking the blood off his lips slowly. “Pain
or pleasure?”
again, through tight lips.
along the line of one rib before giving her a matching cut on the other side.
probably wouldn’t even scar. He repeated
the cleansing with his tongue, taking enough time to be sensual this time. She
was pleasing him, and would be rewarded.
quickly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
Sands tended to them, but so far they weren’t any worse than anything she’d
given herself while shaving. Tomorrow
they wouldn’t even hurt. And her husband’s
mouth was so hot, and his caresses tickled enough to be distracting even if she
wasn’t ticklish.
final openmouthed kiss on each cut before pulling away.
replied, wondering how long she’d be able to reply like that.
looking down at her, but showing nothing in his face.
it.”
question, but looked to her for an answer anyway.
don’t see you smile enough. I want to be
easy for you.”
wrong things? Is that why he was
questioning her? “You . . . you fighith ith everyone else, and they fight with you.
I want you to think of me and know I’ll do whatever I can to . . . to
please you.”
want to be pleased all the time? What if
I’m content with my fights?” He was
testing her now; he hated fighting with everyone.
pick fights with me . . . and I wouldn’t fight back.”
there, helpless?”
to get tricky. “I wouldn’t sit around
and let you beat me. But I wouldn’t asor aor a divorce either. I’m committed.”
to know me? To know me as I am, not who
you’d like to see me as?” he asked, keeping his voice emotionless through sheer
force of will.
understood. There were parts of him that
she blindly ignored, pretended didn’t exist because of the moral quandary they
placed her in. If her husband murdered
in cold blood, she had a duty to inform someone of that . . . but she loved
him. She didn’t want to lose him.
him no matter what the consequence instead of obeying his wishes in the
matter. But could she truly love her
husband as he deserved without
acknowledging these things?
her husband. “Yes.”
realize that it wouldn’t be easy for her.
That she might struggle each and every day with the reality of who he
was.
evenly, nodding once in her direction. “Pleasure,”
he said softly, setting the knife down on the floor and reaching in the bagpan
pan
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He pulled out a small bottle of lavender
scented massage oil and set it down on the bed next to him. He then leaned over
and released Aida’s feet before undoing hertersters, pulling off her stockings,
but leaving the thong on for now as he restrained her feet once more.
to work it into her breasts, dutifully working around the bloody thumbprint he
had made.
it. Her husband’s touch was so soothing,
both to overwrought nerves and her arousal aching body.
arching up into his hands, remembering only when his hands left her that she
wasn’t supposed to move without permission.
stilled, pulling away from her. “Pleasure
does not entitle you to break the rules.
grabbed the bag once more, pulling out a length of black silk.
he had tied it securely around her eyes, cutting off her sight completely.
already done it. This is your
punishment. Disobey me again, and your
punishment will increase.” His voice had
grown deed aed and emotionless once more.
bit her lip and stayed quiet. Maybe
later she’d say something, but at the moment they were both enjoying this too
much. And he may not sound as if he cared
one way or the other, but she could feel the heat rolling off his body in
waves. Yes, she decided, any other rebellion could wait.
This would be the last time he asked.
part of the game. He soon wouldn’t give
her a choice any longer.
his mere presence brought her pleasure?
But she wasn’t in a mood to quibble either.
with one area of her body, he touched and tasted as many as he could at once.
suckled at her neck and chest in random moments, constantly switching between
the two areas as to not abandon one or the other, but doing it randomly and
quickly so she wouldn’t know where his mouth would move to next.
her legs and sought her clit though the thong she wore, manipulating it roughly
through the soft fabric.
the last fiber in her body, Aida cried out at the sudden attack.
expecting, and she couldn’t help herself.
Not that she regretted it either.
If it hadn’t been for his weight on top of her, she would have struggled
against her bonds as well.
its way to his face now that Sands knew Aida couldn’t see it.
her arousal any further than that. Yet.
tight however, and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out from giving her what
they both wanted forever.
he removed the pink heels she had been wearing first, chucking them over his
shoulder, before undoing the straps that bound her feet. Once her legs were
free, he leaned forward in-between them, removeverevery last bit of clothing
she wore. Once she was completely naked, he grabbed her legs from where they
had attempted to circle his waist and bring him in closer to her and restrained
them both once more. “What do you want?”
irritated that he was thwarting her.
questions. “You talk too much,” she said
defiantly.
my question,” Sands pointed out, completely ignoring her comment.
repeated. She may be bound and
sightless, but she wasn’t witless.
Yet. That would come later.
my hands?” he pressed.
unsure of his meaning. “I don’t
understand.”
it never really washes off,” he told her point-blank.
suddenly furious. “You’re my husband and
I won’t think ill of you.”
taken aback by her sudden anger. “I’m .
. . not asking you to. I just want you
to know. To accept,” he said softly.
acceptance?” she growled at him. “By not
turning you in – if you have killed people – then I’m an accessory to murder
and nearly as guilty as you in the eyes of the law.”
killed. You can’t –”
was coming from. If that didn’t prove to
him that she loved him no matter what, she didn’t know what would.
to play games anymore. He was feeling a
bit unbalanced after this revelation, and he wasn’t up toing ing the part he
had been playing any longer. He walked
around to the side of the bed and leaned over to remove her blindfold.
at him. He didn’t know precisely what he
was sorry for – perhaps everything – so he didn’t say anything more.
cooled even further when she saw the look on his face.
without thinking,” she replied, closing her eyes and turning her head
away. “Just because I don’t like to hear
certain things doesn’t mean I haven’t accepted their reality as part of my
life.”
having fun a minute ago. When had things
gotten so fucked up?
fucking questions. “I didn’t mean to
upset you . . . it’s just . . . I didn’t want to have to hide what I was from
you anymore, Aida. I’m pretty good at
playing normal, but I’m not. I never
have been, and I never will be. I . . . get
doubts sometimes. I don’t know why. Doubts that if you really understood what I
was . . . you’d-you’d leave me.” His
voice was barely above a whisper now.
really stupid.” Her voice was low, and
intense, causing him to hesitate for a moment.
However, when she scowled at him, he bent forward to comply, and she
kissed him with every particle of love and passion she had for him, determined
to make him understand.
her, all doubts fled his mind. He knew
they would be back, but for now they were gone and everything was fine.
as her words had been, causing him let out a soft growl deep in his throat in
passion. When they finally separated,
his eyes had regained their spark of wickedness and he smirked at her.
in before all of this, but he was determined to not let that hinder him.
you, so you better curb that.” Her eyes
narrowed at him as if she thought he’d be too gentle with her.
right. Letting you get away with that
would be a gross infraction on my part,” he said with a smirk and a wink.
see – of whether you want the blindfold back on or not.
to you?”
consulted.” If she could have, she would
have crossed her arms over her chest.
She settled for pursing her lips and looking
at him.
eyes at that and moved over her as if to blindfold her again, but ended up
gagging her instead. “Much better. Your
yapping was giving me a headache,” he murmured wickedly, his eyes already
sliding off of her face to look over her body slowly and appreciatively.
along her slit and brought it to his lips.
said with a happy sigh. He moved to the
foot of the bed again, leaning back to enjoy the view of her spread body from
this angle with a lecherous grin. “Golly,
I think you’re just about ready for me. Pity,
I wasn’t done teasing you yet. I want to
make you squirm.” He looked down at her
for a brief moment before climbing on top of her and beginning to lay forceful
kisses on every area of her body that he could reach, paying special attention
to her neck and breasts while ignoring anything lower than her bellybutton.
need for him.
delighted by this turn of events, but their little break had restored her
sanity. She was better able to keep her
wits about her, to stifle her reactions is kis kisses.
concentrated on taking deep breaths and the patterns in the spackled ceiling.
to ignore me forever, spitfire,” he commented with a smug grin, seeing what she
was doing. And you’re not going to be able to keep her gagged forever either.
attention fixed upon rolling her left nipple around in his mouth with his
tongue.
talk and defy him that way, she arched her back as much as she could, detaching
his lips from her collarbone.
sound at her movement and seriously considered tying her down to the bed.
resuming his kissing, his right hand now moving over her body, cupping her breast,
moving across her stomach, tracing the cuts he had .
him try. Besides, she was still riled
enough to be inclined to make him work for what he wanted.
pulling at her wristsugh ugh to cause mild pain.
enough. “Fine.
threats seriously, I guess I’ll just have to show you otherwise.
have bought some goddamned rope at that place, he mourned.
tie her up with he straddled her, leaning forward to press his weight onto her
shoulders. Before he did that, however
he removed the gag from her mouth with a scowl.
giving him she wouldn’t let him do it without a fight now anyway – but he
admitted to himself that he missed her voice.
how this is a punishment,” she smirked, delighted to have gotten under his
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something unintelligible under his breath that sounded something like ‘pants,’
giving her a slight glare.
man that was in here awhile back.” She
winked.
here. He’s not been scared away by his
little scrap of a wife. You like the
ruthless me, huh? Hmm. . .”
fingered her clit roughly. “You like
when I do this?” He smirked as her hips
began to move in time to the motions of his hand, and he pressed a long finger
deep inside of her while using his thumb to keep pressure on her clit.
a soft moan he nodded and got up off of her.
he said in that same emotionless voice again.
the bed and alone.
his departing back in total shock for about five seconds, before realizing what
he was doing. And when she did, she
screamed after him in frustration. And
then she screamed again simply because it felt good.
stewing for a good five minutes, before she realized she was playing right into
his hand. He wanted her frustrated and irritated.
she purposefully calmed herself down until her heart was no longer racing.
soft, quivering voice she’d perfected over the years, “Sheldon?
plea and rolled his eyes.
He rose from his seat on the couch to
walk down the steps however, taking a seat on them and just
and give you a bit more pleasure, but I don’t think you’re really all that
sorry. Call me paranoid,” he said with a
smirk and a shrug, lying back on the steps.
to grimace, but she didn’t. She was an
actress – one that had earned a living off her talent.
she really was repentant was the day she threw in the towel.
promised to punish me when I didn’t.
suspicious, but he found himself walking back over to reclaim his position at
the foot of the bed regardless. He stood
very still in front of her and just watched her, not saying a word.
could simply turn off his emotions exasperated her.
he asked, but his doubtful words belied his actions as he moved above her
again, straddling her waist.
were wasting time with this when he could be pleasuring her.
said, leaning down to nip at her neck a step away from painfully before pulling
away again.
it for a long moment, his brow furrowed with thought.
any longer, but he figured if he gave Aida the control to play her own games
for awhile, that would quickly change.
but the opportunity he was handing over was too good to be passed up.
a moment of hesitation and quickly freed her hands and feet without a further
word. He then sat on the edge of the bed
and waited for her to make the next move.
stretched languidly, smirking as his gaze fell to her chest.
best director voice.
at her suddenly loud voice before raising an eyebrow in her direction and doing
as she had ordered.
she purred. “My face does the talking,
not my boobs.” Sliding out of the way,
she directed him to lie down.
were talking to me,” he muttered under his breath wryly once he was lying one bee bed.
it for that. Without saying a word, Aida
strapped his wrists into the restraints, then climbed off the bed.
fit around his ankles, but she wasn’t so concerned with that.
first outfit had come out of, and pulled out a roll of duct tape.
when she’d seen it at the drug store, it’d been something she’d bought on
instinct alone.
the bed, she smiled down at her husband sweetly, tossing the roll of heavy-duty
tape up into the air over and over, letting him watch and grow suspicious.
warily.
and ripped a piece off.
question, spitfire. A question that
required an answer,” he said evenly, tensing a little as he wondered what she
had planned for the duct tape.
me a question. However, you’re the one
strapped to the bed. Not me.”
pity. Not much, but enough.
his bicep, letting him relax a bit in his relieeforefore ripping it off.
curse and his expression grew stormy. “That
. . . hurt,” he said between clenched teeth, looking up at her.
liked a little bit of pain,” she replied innocently.
a lot of hair.”
point. And save me from the innocent
bullshit. You don’t come close,” he
seethed.
and set aside the tape. She wanted him
pissed, not furious. Instead, she picked
up the length of silk that had served as both blindfold and gag.
simply tied it loosely around his head.
He couldn’t see, but it wasn’t tight enough to cut off all light.
doing?” Sands asked, straining to see through the cracks where the light came
in through the blindfold.
Aida picked up her shopping bag and loudly climbed the stairs, opening
and shutting the door without going out.
And on top of that, she planned to get dressed again.
echoing throughout the large suite. When
he strained his ears and didn’t hear a sound, he cursed.
free his hands from the restraints.
he was still trying, his curses growing louder and more . . . colorful.
herself, silently getting what she wanted out of her bag.
she hoped Sands would appreciate.
the white spandex mini-dress. It had a
deep scoop neck, cap sleeves, and left most of her back bare.
up. Next came the white thigh-highs and
the red platform heels. Lastly she
pulled on elbow-length white gloves and put on the little nurse’s hat that
completed the costume.
her swearing husband alone for long enough, Aida just as noisily descended the
stairs, grinning when she saw Sands jerk in surprise.
irritably. He knew he was playing pot to
her kettle, but he was too pissed off to care.
sorry yet?” she asked coyly.
a tease. I just fucking said that.
afraid I can’t. You’ll punish me for it.”
she wanted.
ass I’m going to punish you. You fucking
deserve it for the irritation you’ve caused me, spitfire,” he said dryly.
your promise on that. . .” Aida loosened
the restraints on his wrists, and then stepped back from the bed, waiting for
him to see what he was wearing.
prom–” Sands voice cut off as he pulled the blindfold away from his eyes with a
now free hand and looked at her. “Oh,”
he said softly, his eyes going very wide.
her eyes going wide even though she very well knew what “what” was.
moment to clear his suddenly dry throat.
Christ. Where did she get that outfit?
thrusting her chest out.
kind of clothing you wore every day, I’d never get to see you because I’d be
constantly keeping the scores of men away from you,” Sands said slowly,
surprised at how calm and collected his voice sounded when inside he was a ball
of raging lust just from looking at
her.
I’d already considered wearing this in public?”
you up, fuck you into unconsciousness, and then think of a way to change your
mind,” he said slowly, his mouth dry again.
punish me.” Why, she asked herself, am I
still harping on that point?
answered with a slow nod, never taking his eyes off of her.
then,” she smirked, backing away from the bed.
nod, and practically flew off the bed, his need to have her and take her and
claim her as his own was so great. He
could only think of throwing her to the bed and fucking her hard into it, not
bothering to remove any of her clothing save for what got in the way.
ducked under him, running in the opposite direction.
was a skill, but it was one she possessed.
determined to have his way with his wife.
called out with a wide grin, chasing her around the living area.
simply, darting under the railing and letting herself fall down onto the
bed. She was up and off it before Sands
could pull the same maneuver.
for a moment, his brain moving fast to predict her monts.nts.
going. She was teasing him now, enjoying
the chase herself, darting around the room like a butterfly on crack.
minutes of chasing, he had cornered her against one of the large windows,
moving in close to her before she could escape again.
moving even closer to her.
keep me?” she asked before launching herself at him.
wrapped around his neck and her lips landed on his, teasing him
ruthlessly. Spinning them with her
momentum, she managed to slam their conjoined bodies against the wall.
enough for her to break free once more.
growl in frustration, getting a little more than pissed now.
be sorry. I’m goio mao make you scream
and beg for me to hurt you just a little bit more.
going to make your blood boil and your head spin.
accurate than chasing – her around the room as he spoke, and upon his
exclamation, he grabbed her wrist tightly and didn’t let go.
he was – he didn’t pay any attention to that fact.
his arms, mindful of her squirming, and carried her down into their bedroom,
but stopping before he got to the bed. “I’m
going to drop you here, and you will
stay there!” he growled. He wasn’t
really all that angry with her, but he was fed up.
at him, but stayed silent. She tensed,
waiting for him to drop her, unsure if she’d land on the floor or on the bed,
but prepared for either outcome.
and took it as a challenge so he dropped her none to gracefully onto the floor.
“I’m done playing games.
to do it or you’ll be punished. In fact,
you’ll probably be punished anyway, come to think of it,” he said evenly,
stepping back where she lay on the floor and giving her a stern look.
barely locking a yelp of pain and an indignant cry behind her lips.
time for real due to her pained backside – but she did manage to play by the
rules. Even now, she realized when she’d
pushed as far as she’d dared.
said, reaching up to rebind his hair from when it had come loose from its tie
while he’d been chasing her. “Strip, my
sexy little nurse,” he ordered once she had regained her feet.
watched her, prepared to take action if she refused him again.
He never said how far.
Reaching behind her, Aida unhooked the back of the halter and stripped
the dress from her body, but that was as far as she went.
she waited for his reaction. Not to her
bare body, but to the white thong she had on.
The one covered in a bright red kiss-print.
get a kick out of it.
punishing her for not stripping down all the way as he had intended her to do,
almost decided he didn’t care, but decided he had to punish her anyway.
thigh to pinch one of her naked butt cheeks.
affectionately and smirking. “Cute, but
you didn’t strip all the way. I’ll let
you get away with only that much punishment for now though.
take only half the meaning out of his words again.
longsuffering sigh, but did as she was told, and laid down on the bed.
But across it, not with her head on the pillows.
word, he just moved to grab her by the waist and turned her so that she was
lying with her head on the pillows. Once
she was positioned the way he wanted her to be, he reached over and grabbed the
length of black silk out from under the pillow next to her before straddling
her waist. “Are you sorry?” he asked,
leaning back a little to give her a wry look.
think about it, then mumbled, “I’m sorry I didn’t tape your mouth shut when I
had the –”
and therefore you will be punished,” he said sternly, grabbing both of her
hands in his right and placing her palms together on his lap. He then used the
length of black silk to tie her wrists together before moving off of her and
pushing her bound hands up over her head and rolling her over on to her
stomach. “You know what happens to
little girls when they’re bad? They get
spanked.” He illustrated his words with
a full-handed slap on her rear. He didn’t
put as much force behind it as he could have, but it still had had to hurt.
yes or no question. That any other
answer was unacceptable. But she didn’t
quite care yet either. “Sorry for what?”
note of defiance in it.
and shook his head. “I’m going to have
to spank you again, aren’t I?” It was a
rhetorical question. “How about, sorry
for making your husband chase you through the house?
here now,” she pointed out reasonably. “Why
should I –”
spitfire. And for now, my word is law.
doesn’t mean I won’t enforce it.” He spanked
her again, a little harder this time.
to admit to some pain. Once again her
ass had been bruised in an encounter with the sexy man who was now her
husband. However, this time it’d been
deliberate. And she didn’t want to
repeat the experience. “Fine.
sorry.”
moment, judging the seriousness of her words.
again, but caressing the pain away this time rather than causing it.
muscles she hadn’t known were tensed at this decree, turning her head a bit so
she could look at him over her shoulder.
looking at him, he didn’t react. He was
too busy kissing the curve of her spine slowly from her neck to her waist.
still, she really did. But she’d been
left unsatisfied for so long. True, that
was mostly because of her own actions, but that didn’t diminish her need.
into the bed, she tried not to react. It
was hard when all she wanted to do was moan and flip over under those
tantalizing lips – especially when she was free to do so – but she fought.
get her what she wanted any faster than compliance would.
part, didn’t care if she reacted or not.
what he wanted either. He pulled away
from her once more only long enough to remove his leather pants, letting out a
soft sigh of relief as he stepped out of them.
kissing, he reached behind his head and undid his hair, letting it tickle her
back as it fell and while he kept kissing her.
caresses of his hair made her start, but she managed to keep any movement past
that to a minimum. Swallowing hard, she
focused on the path his mouth was making over her back, ribs, and hips.
was avoiding every single place that she really wanted him to touch.
any longer, she moaned his name, arching slightly under his mouth.
mine?”
play doctor,” she grumbled.
don’t know, it sounds twisted somehow. But
be that as it may, I’m more than willing to see to my wife’s needs,” he drawled
with a smirk before setting to explore every inch of her skin with his mouth
and tongue.
she was grateful for the contact, but it wasn’t what she needed.
over and slipped her bound arms around his neck, using that contact as leverage
to pull herself up for a kiss. A kiss he
denied her.
the one in charge here. You’ll get
kissed when I feel like it, spitfire,” he said, ducking out from under her
circled arms. He continued kissing,
nipping and licking at the skin of her front now – avoiding her breasts – as if
nothing had happened.
protested, trying her best to pull his face up to hers, or at least to her
chest, but it was awkward to do without her hands free, and it only amused her
husband. Amused and slightly irritated.
realized he was moving, her face was once again pressed into the mattress as
Sands strapped her wrists into the restraints, keeping her that way.
but when she felt Sands move off the bed, she shut up and turned his head.
he chided, removing the unneeded silk from her hands and tying it around her
eyes. “You still need to learn a
lesson. I’ve been lenient, but you’re
pushing me.” On his way back off the
bed, he pulled off her underwear, leaving her bare and vulnerable.
Aida listened as Sands dug in his bag.
She could only guess what he was going to do now, and the uncertainty
turned her on.
the bag and pulled out a bottle of warming gel that he hadn’t fully intended to
use on her, but had been left with no other choice.
wickedly. He decided to pour a little on
her lower back and ass first, blowing on it gently to both spread it a little,
and cause a contrast in sensation.
making a short noise of surprise. Her
head jerked up, but Sands gently pressed on the back of her skull until she was
forced to lay it back down. That was all
well and good, but Aida wanted to know what he was doing.
gag you again, spitfire.”
realizing from his tone of voice that he was not only completely serious, but
amused as well. Amused because of her,
her predicament, her reactions. Finding
his smug tone irritated her, she closed her mouth with ill-grace, and forced
herself to relax. After all, as
punishments went, this wasn’t too bad.
her and poured a little more gel lower on her ass, grinning wickedly when a
little ran down her inner thighs. He was
having a hell of a lot of fun making her squirm.
ministrations. It’s fun.”
her chest, but there was plenty of time for that later.
can,” she gasped, her thighs closing around his fingers.
arousal? An hour?
No matter how much time, it’d been too long.
pouring a little gel onto his fingertips and reaching under her quickly to
transfer it to her clit before it ran off.
hand back and waiting for her reaction.
been simmering for a long time now, but the moment he touched her with those
wonderfully warm fingers, it frothed over, spilling through ever muscle and
nerve in her body. Keening, her hips
lifted at the exact moment he pulled away.
In her frustration, she cursed at him.
“Damn you, Sands. Stop teasing.
Sands drawled, capping the bottle of gel and quickly thrusting into her from
behind. “Oh, that’s warm. . .” Sands
said slowly, feeling the effects of a little bit of the gel himself before
starting a fast paced and rough rhythm, that had them both moaning in seconds.
desperately to push back against his thrusts, to move in time with his hips,
but Sands was holding her in place too tightly for her to be able to do
anything more than moan and cry out as he did indeed fuck her.
verge of coming when Sands suddenly stopped.
Aida muffled a scream of frustration, writhing and twisting as much as
she could under him, but he put a little more weight on her hips, forcing her
to stop.
spitfire.” The only thing that kept her
from screaming again was the tension and breathlessness in his voice.
can. If you disobey me, I’ll make all
your other punishments look like you’ve been treated with kid gloves.”
into the mattress, but his hand on the small of her back was a constant
reminder that she was to listen and obey.
his own arousal beginning to coil like a spring ready to be released, but he
ignored it, trying to think of something else.
least, not when he wasn’t teasing – but he was stubborn.
then he wouldn’t let himself come until he was ready either.
spitfire? How hard I’m fucking you,” he
punctuated the question with a few hard thrusts, grunting as he did so.
wondering. You wanted me ruthless.
wryly.
whispered, her body relaxing to better accommodate his brutal pace.
good.”
stretch and shake with my every thrust? Feel
the length of me spearing you with every move of my hips?
these thrusts I won’t be able to pull back out again.
out. Release was beckoning, but she was
resisting.
spitfire? Be . . . specific,” he groaned
out.
it.” Her hands were curling into fists
again, her short nails pressing painfully against the skin of her palms.
stilled his body’s movements once more and pulled completely out of her, the
act torture for them both. He moved off
of the bed and tried to steady himself and get a rein on his raging arousal.
knife.
muttered to himself, pulling the knife out from under the bed.
help himself; he drew the sharp edge across one of his ribs quickly and
shallowly, hissing and moaning in a mixture of both pain and pleasure.
himself before thrusting into her once more, the knife still in hand.
forced herself to breathe. She was
already panting, but it became harder when he’d left her, as if her arousal
would choke her without an outlet.
had thrust back into her – never mind that it was rough and borderline painful –
she’d cried out, tful ful that he’d returned.
She wanted to much to return what he was giving her, but he wouldn't
allow it, so she laid on the bed and accepted his body.
for me. Let me know you want me.
knife before in turn nicking himself on the stomach again, feeling a shudder go
through him. “Tell me it hurts,” he
moaned again, thrusting into her even harder than before.
wanted to hear than what she was feeling, but in a way, the lever of arousal
he'd driven her to was painful, so it wasn’t a total lie.
approaching a frenzied state of pleasure and pain now, his body covered in
numerous small cuts, each one of them seeping blood down his skin.
he had said aloud in the last few minutes that hadn’t been a curse or some kind
of pleasurable groan. He had said some
not too nice things to her during that time, called her a willing whore, a
slut, a cunt, pretty much every dirty name he could think of.
but he didn’t have the ability to dwell on that now, as he felt is climax
beckon after a few more slightly deeper cuts on himself.
still accepted Sands – begged for him even – her mind had flinched at each
crude name he’d called her. Derek had
called her those things, and while she’d considered it sexy then, now she
realized he’d meant it all along. To
him, her entire worth was summed up in those words.
but they names hurt all the same.
Gasping for enough breath to keep her mind from spinning so quickly,
Aida lost all control of her body, coming hard and fast around her husband,
screaming at the intensity of the sensations he’d built.
time to care that she was disobeying him by not holding out until he had told
her she could come. He didn’t care about
anything but adding his own scream of pleasure to hers as her climax
practically ripped his from him. He
thrust into her frantically, unable to stop himself, needing to do so.
pleasure/torment that was clawing away at his insides.
seemed like hours – and very well could have been for the way he felt – Sands
collapsed on top of his wife, only absently caring that he was probably
covering her in his blood. “I’m . . . sorry
. . . spitfire,” he gasped out, his voice hoarse and dry.
answer. She was too busy panting for
breath, her face turned into one arm.
Sands had exhausted her. If he
wanted to sleep together again anytime soon, he’d have to take care of things
himself because she couldn’t even move.
to move, but he knew that he had to. With
a curse, he rolled off of her and moved slowly up to where her hands were bound
and released her before pulling the blindfold over her head.
on the edge of the bed next to her. “I’m
sorry,” he said again, his voice still hoarse.
those things to you.”
burying her face in his neck, trembling with . . .
Shock. Aftershocks.
All she knew was that it made tears prick her eyes; tears she wouldn’t
shed to save her life.
sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over again softly, ignoring the pain in
his throat. “I didn’t mean to.
things.”
Her voice was just as rough as his.
“I know. But others have.
under his breath. “I didn’t-I didn’t
know, spitfi-Aida.
she whispered. “It’s alright.
what you want,” he said softly. “I’m
sorry about getting you bloody too . . . I may have gotten a little . . . carried
away,” he said, looking down at his chest for the first time and seeing the
full extent of what he had done to himself in the heights of passion and
pleasure. “Ouch.
she breathed.
he said, letting his eyes drift shut.
letting his strained and tense muscles slowly relax.