Dark Desires (5 page)

He returned her smile of relief as he
shut the door behind him. “Missed me?” He set the items on a nearby table.

“I was… afraid to be alone in here,
Master,” she admitted.

He stroked a warm hand down the side of
her hip—a comforting gesture but it heated her blood all the same. “Don’t
worry. I would never let anything happen to you.” He picked up the blindfold
and wrapped it around her head. “I promised I would take care of you, didn’t
I?”

“Yes.” Her pulse rocketed as her vision
was taken away. “Master, what—”

“Shh.” He silenced her with a kiss. “Just
sit back and enjoy what I’m about to do to you.”

She heard the brief sound of plastic
scraping against metal, and remembered the ice cube tray he’d left. Suddenly a
cold shock ripped through her body as he placed an ice cube in the middle of
her abdomen. It forced a gasp from her, and he chuckled.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done
this with a woman,” he purred, sliding the ice cube up her abdomen. His tongue
followed in the wet trail, enflaming her even as he continued to chill her.
Fire
and Ice
. She trembled as her body throbbed with need. The ice cube slid
along the undersides of her breasts, and she cried out in shock when he circled
it around her left nipple. It was already incredibly sensitive, and the ice
made them stiffen to the point where it was almost—but not
quite—painful. A throaty moan escaped her throat when he followed up with
his tongue, swirling it before she bit down gently.

“How’s that?” he asked, sliding the ice
cube across to her other breast. “Does it feel good.”

“Yes,” she moaned, writhing as he slid
the ice over her other nipple. “More, Master. Please.”

“You’re so hot,” he murmured, and then
licked her nipple. “This ice cube is almost gone. I’ll have to get another.
Here, take this one.”

He pressed the small bit of ice against
her lips and she opened her mouth, sucking it in along with the tip of his
finger. Chuckling, he allowed her to suck his finger for just a moment before
pulling away. He returned with another ice cube and continued to tease her with
it, running it down and around her breasts, the sides of her hips, her abdomen.
He went through another as he worked on her legs, dragging it on the undersides
of her knees, down her calves, on the bottoms of her feet, licking and nibbling
as he went so that she never really got chilled. Even though he was covering
every inch of her with ice, she only burned hotter for him.

“Please, Master,” she begged, her body
trembling with the effort of keeping still, of not squirming and thrashing. “I
can’t take much more.”

“Soon,” he promised. She heard him loosen
the slack on the chains restraining her ankles. “Bend your knees for me,
Katherine.”

Once she did there was a pause, and then
he came around and removed the blindfold. “I want you to watch this part,” he
told her, his voice dark with passion. His eyes fairly sizzled with it, and a
quick glance down told her he didn’t have a very long recovery time at all.

“I will, Master,” she promised.

He walked around again, then gripped her
knees and pushed her legs open. “You must keep your legs open at all times. Do
you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

She watched as he took another ice cube
from the tray, and cried out when he dragged it down her pussy. Her legs
trembled as he worked the piece of ice around her clitoris and along the edges
of her nether lips, and the sensations were more intense than the vibrating
panties. The licks of his tongue that followed make her feel like she was being
licked by a tongue of flame rather than one of flesh. Her pussy throbbed, her
nipples ached, her entire body was flushed. She was getting close.
Very
close.

“Please, Master, may I come?”

“Not yet,” he told her. He slid the ice
down further, to the entrance of her rear, and she gasped, eyes wide with shock
this time.

“Had anyone ever touched you here?” he
asked, locking eyes with her as he swirled the piece of ice around down there.
The entrance to her rear throbbed with pleasure, the same as her pussy.

“N-no, Master,” she answered, her cheeks
scarlet with embarrassment. “I’ve heard of it though.” And had always thought
of anal sex as being strange and gross. But as her rear throbbed in earnest,
she was having trouble remembering exactly why.

“It seems a lot of things tonight are
first for you,” he said with a chuckle. He pushed the ice into her rear then,
and her entire body jerked as she cried out. Her entrance pulsed around the
piece of ice. “How does that feel? Does it hurt?”

She shook her head. “It’s incredible.
Master,” she added with a gasp as he pushed the ice in a little further.

“Mmm.” He grabbed another ice cube and
slid this one inside her pussy. A shudder wracked her body as she moaned,
feeling his fingers work it in and out of her with excruciating slowness. “God
you’re tight. Dripping wet, but still tight.”

She wanted desperately to be able to
thrust her hips against him as he’d done to her earlier, but the position and
the restraints wouldn’t allow it. The gleam in his eyes told her he was
enjoying this, deliberately slowing his pace so as to drag it out as long as
she could. A frustrated cry tore from her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut,
but they popped open as he pinched her clit hard enough to cause pain.

“I told you to keep your eyes open.” The
gleam in his eyes was hard now. “Are you getting tired of watching me?”

“No Master. Of course not.” She sucked in
a shuddering breath. “I’ve just been waiting so long to come. I’m sorry,
Master. I won’t do it again.”

“For that infraction you’ll have to wait
a little longer.” He pulled his fingers out, studied the small bit of ice
between them. “Almost gone. Take this one, too. I want you to taste yourself.”

He shoved his fingers into her mouth this
time and she sucked them, allowing the cool ice to melt on her tongue as she
tasted her unique flavor. She’d never done anything this erotic in her life.
Her eyes drifted up to the mirror on the ceiling as he settled between her legs
with more ice cubes, and she watched her body stretch like a bowstring as he
inserted another ice cube into her rear, and then slid an ice cube directly
between his teeth.

Her hips about flew off the table as he
pressed the ice cube to her clit, but this time he was licking her at the same
time, so that she was simultaneously assailed by raging heat and icy cold. It
was sweet torture like she’d never experienced before. Her entire body hummed
with pent up frustration and pleasure, begging to be released.

“Please, Master,” she cried, the words
nearly incoherent with gasps and sobs. “Please, let me come!”

He lifted his head for just a minute.
“You may come now, Katherine.”

He sucked her clit hard into his mouth
and she exploded, her entire body convulsing. The pleasure engulfed her so
completely, so utterly that she nearly passed out. Soft strokes along the sides
of her hips brought her back, and she lifted her head to see him looking at her
with a mixture of tenderness and hunger.

“Thank you, Master,” she managed, her
heart thundering loudly. She took a deep breath to try and steady it. “That was
amazing. Better than any I’ve ever had.”

He smiled widely. “I am very pleased,” he
told her, unstrapping her from the table. He lifted her into his arms and
carried her to the door.

“Where are we going, Master?”

“To bed.”

“But we haven’t…” she trailed off as he
pressed a finger to her lips.

“I know. Trust me, I intend to have you
fully. But I am very good at what I do and I can see that you need some rest.
Let’s take an hour. You’ve been working hard during the day, and you’re not
accustomed to all this yet. I want you to fully enjoy it.”

She snuggled against his chest with a
smile, realizing just how sleepy she was getting. “Thank you, Master,” she told
him as he set her atop the glossy black comforter.

“You’re very welcome.” He joined her on
the bed and pulled her against his chest. “Sleep now.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she
succumbed to the tiredness tugging at the edges of her mind.

* * *

It was her own moans that finally woke
her. She’d been dreaming that she was burning up, that she was drowning in a
fast expanse of sexual pleasure, hands gliding down her body, touching her in
all the right places. Her eyes opened to see Mark over her body, one of her
nipples in his mouth.

“Finally awake.” He looked up with a
smile, and then kissed her. She twined her arms around his neck and lost
herself in that simple pleasure, her body aching with the sweetness of it. His
hands slid down to her breasts, tweaking her nipples and rolling them between
his fingers. One of his knees was wedged between her legs and she lifted her
hips, rubbing herself shamelessly against him. The crisp hairs on his leg
teased her pussy before he pulled his leg away.

“I knew you were a wanton,” he teased,
nibbling the side of her neck. “But don’t think the rules have changed simply
because you’re in my bed now.” He bit down hard at the base of her neck, and
she gasped.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.” He kneaded her breasts with
his hands, then rolled over. “Reach up and grab the headboard. Don’t let go, no
matter what.”

“Yes, Master.” She reached up and did as
he asked, then waited, her nerves stretched taut in anticipation. She could
hear the harshness of hear breathing, the pounding of her pulse in her ears,
and a shiver skipped up her spine as he slid the length of his cock against her
ass cheeks.

“So beautiful,” he said, running a finger
down the length of her spine. “I love the way your back curves. I love how your
breasts fit perfectly in my hands.” He cupped them, rubbing the nipples with
his thumbs and she moaned, stretching her body out. The motion caused his cock
to rub between her cheeks. He pressed open-mouthed kisses down the length of
his spine, and then all over both cheeks. “I could eat you alive.”

He spread her cheeks and inserted a
finger into her rear, at the same time sliding his cock back and forth along
her pussy lips. Katherine whimpered, wanting to grab his cock in her hands and
guide it into her. But she knew if she did that he would punish her, and it
would delay him giving her what she wanted.

“Master, please. I want you inside me.”

He worked his finger further into her
rear, wringing another cry from her kiss-swollen lips. “I am in you,” he told
her, a wicked undertone to his voice.

Her nails dug into the headboard. “You
know that’s not what I mean, Master.”

He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe, maybe not.
Like I said before, you have to tell me what you want.” He moved his finger in
and out in time to his cock sliding against her.

“I want,” she gasped, “your cock inside
my pussy. Now, please, Master.”

“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Suddenly he gripped her hips with both
hands, then slammed himself into her. There was no gradual increase of
pace—he simply pounded himself home inside her with the ferocity of a
racehorse bursting out onto the track. The fast paced and hard, pounding friction
was exactly what she craved; she gripped the headboard for dear life as the
entire bed shook. A small part of her wondered if the canopy might collapse on
them; the rest of her didn’t care if it did so long as he kept pounding into
her the way he was.

“Please, please, please,” she cried, her
voice shaking with the force of his thrusts.

“Come for me,” he panted, reaching
between her legs and stroking her clit. “Go ahead, Katherine. Let go.”

She tried to hold on, to make the moment
last as long as she could, but it was impossible—the pleasure was
building too fast for her to get a hold on it. It spiraled out of her control,
taking it with her, making her feel as though she was being sucked into a
whirlpool of pleasure, and right out the other end into a vast sea of it. She
felt hot seed spurt onto her back as Mark pulled out and gave into his desire
for release.

“Can… can I let go now, Master?” she
asked, once she was reasonably sure he was coherent again.

“Yes.” She collapsed, and she felt a
cool, wet cloth wiping his seed off her back before he rolled her over. Mark
pulled up the covers and tucked them beneath, and she snuggled against his
chest.

“Thank you, Katherine.” He stroked a hand
up and down her back.

“My pleasure,” she murmured sleepily, and
he chuckled.

“Indeed it was.”

She didn’t hear him; she was already
asleep.

* * *

She was awoken once more by Mark, but
this time it was with soft kisses and gentle strokes rather than hot lips and
hands. Desire uncurled sweetly in her belly even as she unfurled and opened her
eyes. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, welcoming a new day, casting a
gleam on Mark’s dark hair and a sparkle into his blue eyes.