Evelyn Vine Be Mine (43 page)

“Just getting dressed,” I teased through the door and heard another frustrated growl.

“Why?!” he demanded, as if getting dressed was a crime. I didn’t bother answering.

His obvious need gave me the confidence to select the raciest outfit. With a nervous, excited giggle, I struggled into the black, lace corset and fiddled with baby-pink ties on its front. Next, came the matching g-string, tied at both sides by pink ribbon and covered by a black lace suspender skirt. I eagerly pulled on black, thigh-high stockings, securing the suspenders to the black lace tops. I shoved my feet into lethal-looking black stilettos and let my hair loose. There was no time for makeup, so I simply fluffed up my breasts, gave my hips a warm-up wiggle and threw open the door, strutting into the room as if I had not a care in the world…

Inside, I was shaking. And I couldn’t bring myself to look directly at him.

I ignored the strangled, wheezing sound that Stone made and nervously lit candles around the room. I turned off the light and moved to the CD player next to my bed. I pushed play on a sex tunes album Candy had given me and finally dared a glance down at Stone.

I froze.

Every muscle in his body was drawn tight and he had a steel grip on his hand cuffs, his chest moving in slow, but huge heaves. His gaze, previously on my body, caught mine. I held my breath, swallowing nervously, my mind blanking.

I was damn lucky he was tied. Something told me I’d flipped a switch. I’d already made Stone wild and I hadn’t even started yet! I suddenly worried if what I had planned was such a good idea after all…

I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin – I wasn’t backing down now. If Stone liked kinky…then I’d bloody well give it to him!

After all…I hadn’t skipped two days of lectures for nothing!

I straddled his legs and looked down at him, taking in the way the soft light from the candles danced over his skin, giving the tan ripples of muscle a warm glow. A bead of sweat dripped down his abs and I instinctively bent and lapped it up with my tongue. The muscles flexed beneath my mouth, but he didn’t make any noise. I sat back up and my eyes met his as I slipped the button of his jeans free. He looked dangerous, like a lion trapped behind bars, waiting to pounce on his captor as soon as he was freed.

I grinned at him cheekily and slowly drew his zipper down, before sliding back off the bed and tugging his jeans to his feet. I walked to my desk and picked up a strip of cloth, dangling it from my fingers as I walked back to the bed. He glared at me as I reached for his head, but I simply smiled as I blindfolded him and stepped away.

According to my research, his sense of touch, smell and sound should be extra heightened now that he couldn’t see. Feeling the dampness between my thighs, I giggled and untied the ribbons holding my g-string in place. I let him hear me drag a table over to the bed, uncovering my tools of torture I’d placed there earlier. His lips firmed and I knew he was both loving and hating the anticipation of the unknown. His cock still stood upright in his underwear, letting me know he was still aroused.

I straddled his hips again, letting my ass brush against the thick hard-on behind me. He thrust against me and I let him, yet ignored the silent request for more as I leaned forward and dangled my panties over his face, letting the lace lightly travel over his hard features in a caress.

“What’s that?” he demanded, his deep voice sounding ragged as the lace passed his nose.

“Guess,” I whispered.

“Lace,” he snapped quickly, his arms testing the restraints carefully.

“Hmmm,” I agreed, “But where from?”

I let the fabric pass his nose again and he inhaled deeply.

“Fuck,” he growled under his breath and I moved forward onto his stomach so he could feel me, skin to skin. So that he’d know that the g-string was the only item I’d removed.

He tugged more forcefully at the metal, but took a deep breath and stilled. I check his restraints worriedly, making sure they weren’t hurting him too badly. His wrists were a little red from his struggles, so I soothed the area around it with my tongue, pressing light kisses over his forearms as my lace-covered breasts brushed over his face and my stockinged thighs rubbed against his torso. His fingers tried to slide in my hair, but I alluded them, sliding back down his body, letting the fabric of my lingerie scrape against him roughly, even as my mouth and hands soothed the light burn.

“Stop teasing,” Stone growled as my thigh pressed against his erection for a moment, then moved away.

I chuckled and shook my head against his chest, letting my hair tickle him. “I haven’t even started,” I whispered.

His growl was louder this time, “You’re going to get burned Evelyn…”

I grinned. He was right. I was playing with fire…and I loved it. My confidence jumped another notch, so I grabbed my first torture device from the table. A long, blue feather.

I started at his arms, lightly tickling my way from his hands to his elbow and then slowly zig-zagging my way down to his armpit. Stone tried to tug his arm out of the way, his body twitching all the way down to his flexed toes. I moved the feather to his neck and then down his chest, tickling ever so slowly and delighting in the goose bumps that started to appear on his skin. The feather tickled the sensitive flesh at his side and he tried to flip me off with his hips. I pinned them down and slapped his stomach, the smart sting echoing between us as his body jerked from the sudden, sharp change in sensation.

“Sorry,” I whispered, even though I knew I hadn’t hurt him. I bent and trailed soft kisses over the red mark, swirling my tongue over it as lightly as possible and giving him a new set of tingles to endure.

I decided to skip his legs, knowing that trailing the feather over them would be too much for him. Instead, I used my lips in soft pecks, letting the lace brush against him, as well as my hair, as I kissed from the bottom of his underwear to his left knee, and then back up his thigh as I teased his calf with the fingers of one hand. I repeated the procedure on the other side, revelling in the hard feel of his leg muscles – muscles I’d never taken the opportunity to fully explore before. Unbelievably, I grew wetter, the scent probably travelling all the way up to Stone, who was breathing deeply and visibly trying to relax.

I crawled back up his body and examined the items on the table. I decided to skip them, most of them much kinkier than I was planning to get. I cleared space on the table and then left the bed, causing Stone to try to sit up. His head turned to follow the sound of my footsteps in frustration, so I quickly started the preparations for stage two.

I turned the tap, filling the kettle and making Stone jump a little, then twitch as he heard the kettle start to boil.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“Making myself a snack,” I said with a giggle.

He paused for a few heart beats and then growled, “Are you fucking with me?”

“Not yet,” I called back.

He muttered a few choice words beneath his breath, but fixed his attention on kicking his jeans off from around his ankles. The kettle clicked off, so I finished my preparations and moved them to beside the bed. Stone’s nostrils flared as he took in the scents and I hastened to grab an ice-tray from the freezer section of my mini-fridge. I popped them into a bowl, smothering a laugh as Stone’s head jerked and swung around at the noise.

“Worried?” I whispered as I moved back to the bed. His lip twitched at one corner in a half-smile and he shook his head.

“Liar,” I chuckled.

His smile grew bigger, “Maybe a little.”

Good.

I picked up an ice-cube and gave it a quick suck so that it wouldn’t stick to his skin. Starting at his face, I trailed it down the strong ridge of his nose and across his cheek bone, loving the sharp draw of breath he took. He groaned, his face contorting a little as if anticipating just how mean I was going to get with the ice and the hot chocolate he could probably smell. I drew the cube over his lips and he took me by surprise, opening his mouth and stealing the cube, crunching it between his teeth with a smug smile.

My eyes narrowed and I pressed my lips to his, kissing him deeply as he groaned and stealing back the fragments of ice with my tongue. I skipped his neck and latched onto his nipple in punishment, hearing him cry out as I pushed ice over the taut, pink-brown flesh and sucked at it with my cool lips.

Stone’s back arched a little and I felt his thighs tense beneath me, as if ready to toss me off. I pulled back smugly and reached for another cube, going back to his neck and continuing my slow tease down his body. When I reached the waist band of his underwear, I let the last slither of ice drip down and inside. He hissed and bucked a little, so I quickly tugged the boxer-briefs down and grabbed another cube.

He stilled. Not even his chest moved – he didn’t seem to be breathing as I loudly crunched an ice cube between my teeth. His dick jerked, but everything else stayed completely still as he waited. My stomach danced with excitement as I lowered my head and licked up the underside of his cock.

He gasped a lung-full of air and his entire body jerked. I took his thick, leaking head in my mouth and slowly swirled the crushed ice.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed on a mere whisper of a breath.

I took more, played more, letting his long, hard erection become slick and cool with the combination of my saliva, the melted ice, and his pre-ejaculate. When the ice-cube had completely melted, I took a big sip of my hot-chocolate, swallowing a little, and then swirling the rest of it around my mouth, warming my lips and tongue. I swallowed again and took a fresh sip, keeping the warm – but not hot- liquid in my mouth as I carefully sealed my lips over him and took him as deep as I could go.

“Ahhh fuck!” Stone moaned, gently trying to push himself deeper into the warmth of my mouth. I swallowed most of the liquid and set about warming him from base to tip.

…and then I switched back to the ice.

“Eveyln!” Stone growled in warning as I slowly tortured him again. I wanted to slide on his icy-cool cock and see what it felt like…see how he liked the extra hot warmth of my body after the ice. But I knew I couldn’t. I glanced at the condoms on the table and wondered whether he’d feel the ice through one of them…

First I needed to warm him back up.

I warmed my mouth with the hot chocolate again and bent to suck on him. I slipped a little and the liquid spilled free down his length as I sucked on the head.

He jerked and hissed and suddenly I wanted to see his eyes, to let him see me. I reached up and tugged the blindfold loose, letting him watch as I lapped up the hot drips and took him deep in my mouth.

The bed jerked beneath me and there was a loud crash as Stone broke free of the metal restraints. I sat up in alarm, my eyes wide and my jaw dropping as he reached for me with a snarl, grabbing me by the waist and pinning me on my back beneath him. My breaths came in short, sharp puffs as I struggled to calm my racing heart. I was beyond excited, though slightly frightened as he ripped open a condom with his teeth and pinned me with one hand as he sheathed himself.

He shoved my legs wide, and pushed a finger in me, checking my readiness quickly, before plunging straight in and filling me deep.

I screamed.

It hadn’t hurt, but God I felt full and adrenaline was powering through my body. He froze, for a second, but I bucked beneath him, letting him know that I was excited and not hurt. He stopped holding back.

He pounded into me, hard and fast, his hands pinning mine above my head. I was still in my lingerie, my stilettos heels bouncing in the air in time with his thrusts. I wrapped my legs around him held tight as Stone’s speed picked up. I was right there already, ready to come with him, loving this fierce, wild side I’d brought out in him.

“Now Grant,” I begged and he lost it, taking me over with him as he buried his face in my neck and groaned raggedly, his voice breaking with each uncontrollable jerk of his body. I gasped for breath as his hands loosened around mine and I threw my arms around him, clutching tightly as I tried to calm the still raging adrenaline and clear my head.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

His breathlessly, surprised laugh tickled and cooled the sweat dripping down my neck. “Are you?” he managed to say eventually.

“More than okay,” I murmured into his shoulder, feeling vulnerable now and wanting to snuggle closer.

He rolled onto his back, taking me with him as he carefully withdrew from my body and tossed the used condom into the bin.