Fiendish: A Twisted Fairytale (25 page)

Her coarse hairs tickled my fingers as I parted her lips. Slowly, I started to caress her hidden pearl.

“I see the way you look at me. I know that the very thought of me is enough to get you excited. I know what part of you aches for my touch. Tell me how you want me. Tell me how you dream about me touching you.”

“I…I…”

“Say it,” I commanded in her ear as I plunged two fingers inside while continuing to stroke her center with my thumb. She clawed at the door as her pleasure intensified. “Say it!”

“I want you,” she finally screamed. “I…I…oh, yes,” she moaned.

I quickened my strokes, and she laced her fingers in my hair. Calida moved her body in rhythm to my movements. Her grip tightened on my hair, and she moaned out my name. I knew she was near her climax. Moments later, her body shook with her release. I slowly slid my hand from her panties, taking care to give a few final strokes to her sensitive clitoris before I stepped back. I watched as she leaned against the door, trying to regain her composure. When Calida turned, her face was flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and passion. Her eyes met mine, and the look there was pure hunger. She closed the distance I had put between us. She wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her head on my chest. Her fingers played in my hair. Calida’s closeness caused that reaction in me that I was struggling to ignore. Tonight wasn’t about sex, it was about power. The soft kisses she began planting on my neck created a fire in me that I’d never encountered before.

“I think you want me just as much.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
 “But for some reason, you keep fighting it.”

When she looked at me, I could see the hesitation, but at the same time she seemed to be emboldened by our previous interaction. I stood still as she continued giving me light kisses on my neck.
 
Stop this now before it’s too late. You’re losing it.

“You want me,”
 she whispered between kisses. “I…know…you…do. I’m here, right here. Wanting you. Needing you.”  She nibbled on my earlobe. “Take me.”

At that moment, my control was lost. I yanked her head back. She looked at me with those eyes still full of lust and wanting. Unable to deny myself any longer, I kissed her. Her mouth was warm and inviting. She tasted just as sweet as she smelled.

Calida parted her lips, allowing my tongue access, and I took it. The moan she released only drove me further away from the brink of sanity. I deepened the kiss, my tongue claiming dominance over her, and she relinquished it willingly.
Pull away, pull away now!
I couldn’t pull away.

Her taste, her scent, her very essence was invading the very core of me.
 I had to have more of her; I had to take all she was willing to give. I ran my hands down her back to cup her shapely ass, pressing her body firmly against my growing arousal. Calida let out a whimper before wrapping her leg around mine, grinding herself against my hard cock. 
She’ll be the end of you! Snap out of it!
Finally coming to my senses, I stumbled back from her. Her face was flushed and her eyes riddled with confusion over why I stopped.

***

Without a word, Seth retreated from the room. I placed a shaky hand to my lips; once again my breathing was heavy. I had been waiting and dreaming of that kiss since the first day we met, and oh boy was it worth the wait! My skin still tingled from his touch, my senses still on fire from his scent. But, I stood there confused as to why he pulled away and left.

He said no to
kissing me, but then proceeded to give me my first orgasm, ever. I thought things were heading in the right direction, but he walked away.
Why did he walk away?
 I recalled how he acted in New York when I’d kissed his cheek.
Did I do something?
Nervous dread washed over me.  

My legs felt like jelly, but I needed to go find him. I walked out into the hallway listening for sounds of him. One of the bedroom doors was ajar, and I caught glimpses of movement within. Tentatively, I approached the door.

Seth was taking long graceful strides as he paced back and forth like a caged animal. Carefully stepping inside, I gently closed the door behind me. He stopped moving when he heard the soft click and pinned me with a stare so intense I wanted to flee the room. I tried to speak, but the words choked in my throat. My hand gripped the doorknob behind me. Seth turned on his heels, strolling over to sit in the club chair in the window alcove, seemingly wanting to put more distance between us.
I had done something.
I needed to go home. Macy would come get me, I just needed to tell her where. I opened my mouth to ask for the address when he spoke.

“Undress.”
With the tone he used, I knew it wasn’t so much of a request as it was a command.

I should have been scared.
 I should have turned and left, but I couldn’t. In that moment, I wanted to do what he told me to do. It was as if I needed to follow his command, and more than anything, I wanted to finish what we had started. Slowly, I stepped away from the door a little farther into the room and began fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.

“Stop!” he said harshly. “Look at me, not the floor.” I lifted my gaze to meet his. Seth
’s eyes were ablaze with desire. “Now, slowly undress for me.”

***

Calida’s hands shook, but her eyes never left mine as she undid the buttons on her shirt. She hesitated for a moment before letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor. She diverted her gaze from mine as she stood in front of me in her pink and white lace bra. Her creamy skin tinted red from the flush crawling up her body.

“I said look…at…me!” I commanded again. Her eyes met mine.
“The skirt.”

She reached behind her in order to unzip the skirt. I watched her take a deep breath before pulling at the sides to get it over her slender hips. When it fell in a pool around her feet, I suppressed a smile at the sight of the matching panties. My fingers twitched remembering the feel of her, the way her body quivered when she came. She was so wet, so responsive. 

Calida’s hands were clenched into fists at her side. I watched her shivering as she fought the urge to cover up. Her discomfort gave me a bit of my control back, but I didn’t trust myself to go near her. Those lips called out to me, so sweet and soft.

I took slow, steady breaths, staring at the beauty of her. I had to claim her, have all of her. That would be the only way to purge my system. I
’d denied myself too long, and it had been a mistake.

“The bra.”
My voice was hoarse, and it was a struggle to keep from bending her over the dresser and ramming myself deep within her until she screamed.

With trembling hands, Calida reached behind her to unhook her bra. My breath caught in my throat when she bared her breasts to me. Her nipples were tight, rosy buds begging to be suckled. In a brave move, she didn
’t wait for the command to be given. Instead, she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, working them slowly off her hips before allowing gravity to take over. They joined the rest of her clothing on the floor. Calida dropped her eyes to the floor briefly, when she looked up again her eyes held that same look of desire she’d had earlier. Stepping over her discarded clothes, she walked over to stand directly in front of me. My eyes were drawn to the neatly trimmed triangle of red hair between her legs. The strain in my pants was now unbearable.

***

I was nude, completely nude in front of him. I’d never been completely nude and on display like this before. I swallowed my nerves and the overwhelming desire I had to cover my body and waited, waited for him to say something, or touch me, to do something, but he just stared.

If I didn
’t know better, I would have thought he was scared to be near me. Finally, his hands reached out and lightly ran up the outside of my thighs. That simple touch made me shiver with excitement. They moved around up the roundness of my butt then up to the small of my back where they stopped. He leaned forward and let his tongue trace around my navel.

I ran my hands through his hair, enjoying the feel of his touch. He stood, moving his hands up my back before they moved around to cup my breasts. I moaned in pleasure when he leaned down and teased one of my nipples with his tongue; the other, he squeezed between his thumb
and forefinger. I didn’t want him to stop, but I also wanted to touch him. I let my hands move down to the hem of his shirt, lifting it off him. Dropping it to the floor, I was able to finally run my hands across his chest.

My hands shook slightly as I ran them down the hard contours of his chest, feeling his well-defined abs, coming to rest on the top of his pants. I glanced up at him, waiting on him to give me instruction. Seth didn
’t speak as he held my gaze. I felt the light touch of his fingers as he moved his hand down my arm intertwining our fingers.

“There
’s no going back now,” he whispered in my ear while he maneuvered our connected hands down between my legs.

I dug my nails into his shoulder and let out a gasp. With our hands joined, he stroked me.
 I’d never touched myself, and it was my hand that did the work while being guided by his. Seth dipped his head again to let his tongue tease my nipple while our fingers continued stroking me.

My arm wrapped around his neck in an attempt to keep my knees from collapsing as my body exploded. He didn
’t stop. Just as the second one died down, a third wave of pleasure washed over me.

“Se…Seth I can
’t. I can’t take any more,” I panted, resting my head on his shoulder.

He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. “That was only the beginning,” he said, looking down at me.

He had already given me three orgasms, and he still had his pants on. He was going to kill me, but at least I would go with a smile on my face. His hands, those wonderfully skillful hands, began unbuttoning his pants. I knew what was coming next. My face burned when he was standing in front of me naked and very ready for action. 
Oh dear god, that’s not going to fit.
That thought caused me to tense and second guess what I was doing. 

Like a predator stalking his prey, Seth climbed up onto the bed, resting his weight on top of me.
 The instant his body made contact with mine, all thoughts of turning back were gone. I looked up at him, wanting him to kiss me again. Instead, he let his tongue trail down the column of my throat. He planted tiny kisses along my collarbone before his tongue continued its journey down to the valley between my breasts. I arched my back and hissed at the pleasure of his tongue swirling around and teasing my nipple. He moved his attention over to the other nipple, and I let my fingers run through his silky hair. I desperately wanted him to quench the fire that was burning between my legs, but he wasn’t done with his slow torture.

Leisurely, he worked his way down my stomach; all the while his tongue left a trail of heated desire along the way. His hand resumed its assault of pleasure between my legs, stroking and caressing me, but when his tongue joined in with such skillful precision, I jerked back in shock. Seth put my legs over his shoulders, holding onto my hips to keep me from running away. Paul had never done that to me. The feeling was strange, but I quickly settled down and started to enjoy the intense sensations he was creating.

I felt my body start to shudder from the attack, and I couldn’t formulate words. All I could do was scream out as waves of pleasure washed over me when my body reached its fourth orgasm. I still shook from the aftershocks while Seth made his way back up my body.  He settled the full length of his body on top of me, and I could feel the tip of his swollen erection pressing against me. His lips claimed mine again in a hungry, almost desperate fashion. He tasted different, and I realized it was because I was tasting myself.

My hands wandered down to his ass, giving him a little push. I wanted and needed him in me. Seth gave me what I longed in one swift, forceful thrust. I cried out from first the shock, then the pain, and finally the absolute bliss. His strokes were long and hard, filling me completely. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around his waist. I held onto his back, relishing in the feel of his muscles rippling beneath my touch as he drove himself harder and deeper into me.
 I never knew it could be like this. 

***

Calida felt good, too damn good. She was hot and tight and felt as if she were made just for me. I pushed harder and faster, and she met me stroke for stroke, moaning out my name and begging for more. I knew she was close, so I deliberately slowed down, pulling almost completely out of her. I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. I’d denied myself too long, and I wanted to enjoy every possible second of being with her. 

I looked down at her. Her eyes were half closed, her lips slightly apart, and I couldn
’t resist tasting her again. Her tongue swirled around in my mouth as she arched her hips forward trying to draw me back in, but I teased her with just my tip before thrusting completely back into her. She rolled her head side to side, begging for mercy as I kept her climax just out of reach, effectively torturing both of us.