Colter's Revenge (11 page)

“Time to build your energy, Starry Eyes,” he chuckled as he plopped himself down on the mattress, whipped off his jacket and started taking metal containers from the bags.

The intoxicating smells of pancakes, eggs and bacon mixed with Colter’s sensual scent wrapped all around her and made her stomach rumble wickedly. At the sound he looked up and caught her gaze. The lusty glaze flooding his eyes made her shiver as tiny carnal sensations rippled through her pussy.

“Come, join me,” he patted the mattress beside him. “Or you could just come…”

My God! The man had a way with words.

“I won’t be coming at your hands any longer. You will release me from this collar. I’m through playing your games.” And now that she had the medicine soaring through her system, she’d be able to resist his sexual touches.

“Ah, so you admit you were playing along.”

The aroma of coffee tantalized her nostrils.

“As if I had a choice.”

“At the way your pussy was drenched when I touched you during yesterday’s figging, it tells me you enjoyed your punishment.”

“Punishment for what?” she snapped, anger sizzling through her again.

“I don’t like to talk on an empty belly. Eat.”

He began sifting through the bags again, bringing out more tin-covered plates. Damn him! And damn her for giving in so easily. But she was awfully hungry and the food smelled so good.

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Sighing in frustration, she plopped onto the mattress beside him.

“How’d you get that suitcase over here?” he asked as he placed a couple of warm tin-covered plates onto the bed beside her thigh.

“What is the problem? Did you think I was too…tied up to be able to get to it?”

“I’d better keep a closer eye on you, Starry Eyes. You seem a little sneaky.”

“Me? Sneaky? You’re the one who snuck into my room and forced me to be naked in front of you and…”

She stopped. He was frowning now. His hot gaze raking over the pretty pink robe hiding her body from his view. She thought he’d say something about covering herself from him, especially after he’d warned her not to ever hide herself from him last night.

“I didn’t realize you were naked until I removed the sheets,” he said softly. Was that an apology in his voice? Or guilt?

“Have a go at the pancakes. They smell great.” He placed the warm tin on her lap, the warmth searing into her thighs and pussy. “Here, use lots of this.” He handed her a canister containing blueberry syrup.

Her favorite.

Coincidence? Or did he remember the blueberry lovemaking session they’d had one morning on their last weekend together in Iraq?

“Coffee tastes absolutely shitty.”

Ashley couldn’t help but smile. He’d said the same thing about her coffee too when she’d made it for him every morning when he’d been at the general’s mansion. She forced herself to pour the blueberry syrup onto the pancakes and keep her mind off memory lane.

“Any word on when Cheri is throwing her demonstration?” she asked as she dug into the fluffy pancakes with full gusto now that the delicious aroma was sifting deep into her lungs, making mouth water.

“We’ve got some alone time together before she gets back.”

Her heart twisted painfully at the eerie déjà vu words she herself had once uttered when the general had been called away.

Your time with Colter is in the past. It was a setup, Ashley. Don’t read any more into it.
The general set the two of you up.

Try as she might though, she just couldn’t keep her mind off the way Colter had been staring at her during that one morning when they’d met over a pancake breakfast in the dining hall of General Black’s mansion and were told the general had left for the weekend.

She remembered the lusty glaze in his eyes as he’d watched her every move while they’d eaten across from each other at the large marble table. He’d looked at her in much the same way he was looking at her now.

Hungry. Fierce. Determined.

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She stopped chewing as the pink tip of his tongue dipped out and wetted his bottom lip, capturing a drip of blueberry syrup.

Visions of yesterday’s kiss—their one and only kiss—raged through her mind. The erotic taste of his moist tongue smoothing past her teeth. The sensual feel of his mouth sliding across her lips. She almost moaned as her pussy clenched tightly around air instead of the long, hard cock she wished would slide into her. He kept staring at her as she dug into the crispy bacon and sunny-side-up eggs. Staring and saying nothing. Watching her every move as if he were the predator and she the prey. Her lower belly rippled wonderfully at the thought of being his captive and she fought to focus her attention on getting as much nutrition into her as possible before he decided it was time to play.

Oh! And did she ever want to play with him! To touch him, run her fingers along the hard muscles lining his chest, to finally feel his long, hard cock twitch in her hands when she kissed the smooth head.

Whew! Time to change the subject.

“I was wondering about something,” she said as she polished off the rest of her coffee.

“What’s that?”

“Isn’t Pleasure Palace going to get suspicious if I don’t show up soon?”

“I took care of that. As far as they’re concerned you and your bodyguard are enjoying the attentions of the pleasure slave named Reena. I’ve left instructions that you do not wish to be disturbed and that lunch, dinner and tomorrow’s food should be left outside your cabin door. Now I don’t have to leave the cabin anymore and I can give you my undivided attention.”

Oh gosh.

“Are you finished eating your pancakes?”

She nodded, and he gathered up the plates and peeked into the container of blueberry syrup.

“We’ve got quite a bit of blueberry syrup left and I know exactly what we’re going to do with it, but only on one condition.”

“What…what’s that?”

“You remove your robe.”

He could tell she wasn’t too sure if she should do as he asked. And he wasn’t too sure what he’d do if she didn’t take off that robe. He really didn’t want a repeat performance of yesterday. Of seeing the anger flare in her eyes when he’d ripped that sheet off and discovered she was totally naked beneath.

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him. Back then, she hadn’t been the least bit shy. She’d seemed starved for sex, eager to touch him, explore every inch of him, taste him, just as he’d done with her. Surprise washed over him when her trembling hands untied the knot holding the robe together. She allowed the robe to part, giving him an erotic view of her curvy cleavage, her slightly rounded abdomen and her bare pussy. He trembled at the sight. His cock swelled quickly. Thickening, throbbing, pressing against his pants, demanding escape. Demanding satisfaction in her tight little pussy. Sexual hunger glittered in her eyes and an erotic gasp flew past her lips as he slid his hands inside the robe to cup her full breasts. Silky smooth came to mind as he pressed his palms into her swollen mounds and caressed her firm nipples.

“Uh-uh, if I’m going to be held hostage by you, then this time around I’m going to tell you what I want you to do to me.”

Colter suppressed a smile. She was eager and ripe for sex. Maybe this revenge thing was going to be easier than he’d figured.

“And what is it you want me to do?” he queried, quite anxious to find out.

“Kiss me.”

Shit!

Kissing wasn’t part of the plan. Especially after the erotic longing he’d experienced after their last kiss when he’d first stolen into her room. Hell, he was still recuperating from the heated way his cock had pulsed while his lips had held hers captive. Just as it pulsed and throbbed now as she moved closer to him.

Mischief twinkled in her eyes. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a simple little kiss?” Her warm coffee-scented breath tingled against his cheeks. She smelled of delicious woman. Of sex and bacon and blueberry.

“I can handle anything you dish out, Starry Eyes.”

She smiled smugly and he got the feeling she was up to something. He doubted it was anything good.

Before he could back off, she pressed her ultra-sweet mouth against his bottom lip, erotically sucking on it. Tasting it. Nipping with sharp teeth before licking away the pain with the tip of her velvety tongue.

Oh man! Her touch was so tender he could literally feel the revenge melting away from his heart.

He growled his approval and captured her sweet mouth. She tasted like heaven, her plump lips like silk, her teeth smooth and straight as he pushed into her mouth. She opened up to him, whimpering when their desperate tongues clashed. Her soft body pressed into his, and he roared with heat. Hot feminine hands swept over his shoulders like two searing brands. His cock hardened with desperation. Yet something whispered a warning at the back of his mind. A thought telling him he’d better not let this woman go as easily as he’d first planned. The idea shocked him and he abruptly broke the kiss.

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Grabbing her upper arms, he roughly pushed her away in his anger for allowing himself to feel a shred of need for her. Due to his shove, she sprawled backward onto the bed. Her breasts swayed beautifully as she plopped against the fluffy pillows. Her robe spilled open and her legs spread wide, giving him the ultimate view of her pussy. Starry eyes twinkled back at him. That smug smile rippled across her face again, but it was shaky, as if she weren’t too sure about what to do next. Her next words made him inhale sharply.

“I dare you to get on your knees, right here in front of me. Right here between my legs.”

A challenge? Did she doubt he wouldn’t do what she asked?

And why was he doing it? Why was he actually getting down onto his knees and easing between her legs? Why in the world wasn’t he regaining charge over her again?

He would.

Later.

Right now, she was participating beyond his wildest imagination. Giving herself to him so freely. Totally opposite of when he’d first come on the scene. Almost as if she had something planned.

“Stay there and watch.” Reaching for a container on the bed, she poured a healthy dose of the blueberry syrup over her pussy, bringing with it the memories. Oh shit! She was forcing him to remember, to relive the pleasure. Forcing him to…

“Go down on me.”

He hesitated. She smiled at him with apparent satisfaction. Dare twinkled in her eyes.

He should never allow her to see how much she affected him. How hard his cock pulsed at the sight of her shaven and pink pussy. How fast he breathed at the sight of the moistness seeping from her opening.

Ah man, he could smell the sweetness of her sexual arousal, the sweet scent tempting his nostrils. His mouth watered. His heart hammered so hard he wondered if she could hear it too.

If he went down on her, he might not be able to keep his heart out of it. It might get harder to walk away. He didn’t want to go through the pain and anguish he’d gone through the last time. It might kill him.

He should just get up now. Walk away. Never look back.

Wait a minute! Grab hold of yourself, Colter. What are you afraid of? Let her think she has
the upper hand. Let her think she’s got you wrapped around her finger again. Make her fall in
love with you all over again.

Eat her cute little pussy. Make her remember…

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Man! He could literally see it growing, throbbing with arousal right in front of his eyes.

“Do it,” her voice sounded strangled, lusty.

He didn’t need any more prompting. He came closer, his mouth zeroing in on her pussy like a heat-seeking missile. His mouth clamped over her delicious cunt in one quick shot that made her buck and squirm in surprise as if she hadn’t expected him to do what she’d asked.

Quickly he grabbed her knees, held them firmly apart, held her hostage.

“Oh, God!” she cried out as he smoothed his tongue over her swollen, slippery clit and massaged it. Her whimpers of arousal ripped through the air. The erotic sound spurned him on.

He licked at her plump pussy lips, sucked them into his mouth and enjoyed the taste of her hot flesh.

She leaned forward, her mouth opened in a gasp, her hands sliding over the sides of his head, holding his mouth steady over her steaming pussy.

“Eat me,” she moaned. “Oh, God! I’ve waited so long!”

His heart hammered at her words, at her urgency. He plunged his tongue into her wet channel. Felt the sides quiver, greedily clamping around him.

“Deeper!” she hissed.

Hell! His tongue was only so long!

He managed to pull his head back a couple of inches and thrust a couple of fingers into her tight slit.

She cried out at the impalement and he went to work on her engorged clit, his teeth gently nipping at her swollen piece of flesh as he kept up a slow, erotic thrusting motion.

“Oh, God! Please! Deeper! Harder!”

Shit! Her desperate cries were unraveling him. He wanted to drive into her. Come with her. Make love to her.

The scent of her arousal surged through him. His cock screamed for attention. Twitched and begged to plunge into her tiny slit. But her sweet cream was coming, gushing down the hot channel, thick and tasty as it exploded onto his tongue.

Through her sexual haze, Ashley could hear his breathing grow heavier, quicker. The eager slurping of his mouth on her pussy made her just about explode. It took every bit of her resistance to hold back. To allow him to break first. She knew he needed relief as much as she did. It wouldn’t be long before he took her.

Sweet Jesus! Her plan had to work!

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