Hunting Lust (Orion the Hunter Part Three) (12 page)

His upper body looked divine in the candlelight.  His toned muscles were accentuated by the shadows, making him look like a bronze statue.  My eyes slowly crept down to where his jeans rested on his hips and then homed in on the skin behind that unfastened button.  I felt my heart rate accelerate and my breathing become shallow … not quite panting, but not far off.

My eyes continued to wander lazily down those lengthy, lean legs until they reached his bare feet.  My mouth was suddenly dry. 
Since when had bare feet been so hot?
I tried to swallow but it was more of a gulp.  I could feel his eyes on me.  I flicked my eyes up to his and my breath caught in my throat; they were a glossy midnight blue.  My eyes locked on to his and I couldn’t have looked away if my life had depended upon it.  He walked towards me and my heart intensified its hammering intensity.  Still I couldn’t break eye contact.

He stopped right in front of me.  “Stand up,” he said, clearly but quietly.  It was not a voice to be disobeyed.

Mentally questioning whether my legs would hold me, I stood.  His face was impassive as he said, “Take off your clothes.  All of them.”

My stomach somersaulted. His deep, sexy voice had an edge to it that implied danger for non-compliance. My hands went to the hem of my cami and pulled it over my head in one smooth movement.   I dropped it on the floor, my eyes locked on his and I saw his dark eyes widen momentarily and his nostrils flare.  His hunger was evident and I felt my nipples pucker inside my silk bra in response.  I arched my back slightly as I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of my sweatpants.  His jaw muscles clenched as I slid them down my hips and let them fall to the floor.

It was then that I noticed exactly how much he wanted this.  The black denim of his crotch was stretched over his bulging erection.  I dragged my eyes back to his and saw an eyebrow twitch in recognition of my blatant ogling.  He continued to watch me with a demanding, expectant expression and I realized that it was his way of telling me that I’d stopped undressing.

I seductively slid the straps of my bra off my shoulders, all the time maintaining our intense eye contact.  My hands moved to the clip between my heaving breasts and, as it sprung open, I jutted my chest out provocatively and lowered my hands, allowing my lace bra to fall to the floor.  My nipples turned to pebbles as his eyes instantly widened in appreciation.

I gently hooked my thumbs into my panties and then paused for a second, revelling in his heated gaze.  I knew beyond any doubt how much he wanted this.  I wouldn’t rather have been anywhere else in the world at that moment.  It was as if we communicated this telepathically because the sizzling tension in the room racked up another notch.  I saw muscles in his jaw clench and I knew that he was restraining himself to stay where he was. That knowledge was enough to jolt me into action. 

I began to slide the thin lace down my thighs, watching the pulse in his Lucas’ neck as it betrayed the substantial increase in his heart rate.  I let my panties fall to the floor and stepped out of them.  I stood, naked and proud, in his adoring spotlight. 

He walked over and stood right in front of me, barely inches away.  I was so tempted to reach out and touch him but my instinct prevented me from doing so.  He radiated sex and power and I longed for him to begin whatever it was that he had planned for me. 

“Get on the bed - on your back and close your eyes,” he said quietly but firmly in that voice that could melt chocolate. 

As before, my body seemed to move of its own accord, without waiting for my instruction.  Before I knew it, I had crawled into the center of the king size bed and rolled onto my back.  “Move down a little,” he said and again, I obeyed.  After a lingering look, which travelled from the hairs on my head to the toes on my feet, Lucas walked over to the oak chest of drawers.  I watched the muscles expand and contract in his toned back as he opened and closed two of the drawers. 

He turned and I squeezed my eyes shut.  “Tut tut, Miss Prince.  I had a feeling that you wouldn’t be able to follow even a simple instruction.  You are going to prove quite a challenge, aren’t you?” He laughed softly before I could answer.  Then his voice whispered in my ear, “And I am so looking forward to winning the delicious challenge and taking my prize.”

I don’t know whether it was that voice whispering in my ear or the words that he uttered but an exquisite shiver travelled down my spine and between my legs.  I felt his breath on my skin and then felt a kiss press into the hollow of my neck.  “Lift your head,” he instructed and then I felt something slide down my forehead and over my eyes.  Instinctively, I raised a hand and felt the silk blindfold before Lucas lifted my hand.  I chaste kiss was pressed into my palm before I felt something cool and smooth encircle my wrist.  After a moment, my arm was stretched back, diagonally above my head.  I heard metal clinking and then I felt his fingers lift from my arm.

I could feel the tension in my arm but also in the side of my breast, which now felt like it was standing to attention.  I was trying to picture what I must look like when Lucas took my other wrist and repeated the procedure.  I knew that I had been cuffed to the headboard of the brass bed frame.  I tentatively pulled against my restraints and was met with little movement and a sex clenching growl from Lucas.  I stilled immediately.

Next, my ankle was gently lifted and a kiss was placed on my instep.  Then I felt the same smooth, coolness against my skin as my leg was pulled out to the side.  I gasped as the cool air hit my exposed sex and I quickly moved my other leg so that my thighs were together again.  I could feel him securing my ankle to the foot of the bed.  I knew what was coming but I couldn’t hold in a gasp when he lifted my other ankle and opened my legs wide.  Obviously aware of my discomfort, Lucas whispered, “Hey, you are beautiful. Why would you want to hide?” He placed a kiss against my instep and then another on my ankle.  These kisses helped to relax me as he fastened the leather cuff to the bed.

“Comfortable?” he asked, as he leisurely trailed a fingertip, from one ankle, up my leg, stopping just short of where I wanted him to go.  I nodded.  He continued, “Good. If you desire submitting to me sexually, you have to trust me and you have to be open with me about your deepest desires.  I can read your body’s responses, if you allow yourself to respond honestly, but it isn’t so easy to know how you might be responding mentally.  You must keep an open mind but tell me if I do something that you don’t like.  I don’t mean what you think you shouldn’t like or what society deems wrong or inappropriate.  Do you understand?”

My mind was trying to comprehend the fact that he was obviously planning on doing things to me that society considered wrong.  I managed a slight nod but I was beginning to feel a little faint.

I felt the mattress compress near to my head.  “Issy, I haven’t forbidden you from speaking.  I need to know that you’re not going to hold anything back from me.  I need it all – good and bad.  You need to trust me and in order for trust to build, it requires total honesty.”

What could be bad about sex?
I like rough sex – maybe that’s what he means.
“Okay,” I whispered, still wondering what he could do to me that would be bad.

I felt him stand and I waited.  Moments passed that felt like hours.  With no sight and little movement possible, I felt totally vulnerable.  I began to wonder whether I had been mistaken in my belief that I would enjoy allowing Lucas to dominate me. 
What was he doing anyway?  Where was he?

Something touched my foot and my reflexes made me try to pull my foot back but I couldn’t move it.  Then …
oh my god! …
I felt his mouth close around my big toe and suck gently.  His tongue swirled around it as he sucked.  Then his teeth grazed my skin as he withdrew.  I’d never had my toes sucked before and it was unexpectedly erotic. 

Abruptly, he nipped the pad of my toe and I gasped but, just as the pain was registering in my brain, he sucked and swirled again so that pleasure eclipsed the slight pain.  He moved along my toes, licking and suckling each one before nibbling along the outer edge of my sole to my heel.  Sensual sparks flew up my leg to my groin, igniting a firework display between my legs.  My mind was fast losing any ability to think rationally.  All I could think of was that mouth on my skin … everywhere.

Then … nothing.  I could hear my heart’s accelerated pulse in my ears and I concentrated on relaxing my breathing to slow it down.  Just as my muscles began to relax, I felt a tiny contact on my ankle bone and realized it was a kiss.  Tiny kisses were then leisurely trailed up the inside of my leg to my knee.  I could just feel his silky hair brushing against the front of my leg as he moved up my leg. 

As he neared the top of my inner thigh, I fought hard to overcome the desire to arch my back and offer myself to him.  I shivered as a long lick travelled around the joint of my leg and hip and then gasped as a tiny bite was delivered to the hollow next to my hip.  I pushed my bottom down into the mattress as my sex clenched in response to his playful biting.

Again, I mourned the loss of his mouth for a few moments before the whole procedure was repeated on my other foot and leg.  By the time he reached my thigh, I couldn’t help but arch my back, in an attempt to entice him to continue moving upwards.  Immediately, a firm hand pushed down on my stomach and pinned me to the bed. 

“Looks like someone is getting impatient,” he said, and I could hear his smirk.

I huffed out a breath and resisted the temptation to pout, knowing that he would probably get a kick out of it.  He removed his hand and I felt him climb onto the bed.  He sat astride my legs and I couldn’t help but wonder whether it was to restrain my movements further.  Within seconds, I knew that it wasn’t the only reason he’d done it. 

I started as he flicked his tongue into my navel and grazed his nails from my underarms to my hips.  Delicious tremors vibrated through my torso, hitting a double jackpot with my sex and my nipples – as each tightened in response.  A low moan escaped from my lips and I heard Lucas hiss out a long breath. 
He is as turned on by this as me!
  The knowledge that we were both getting so turned by him touching places that I hadn’t considered overtly sexual yet, was thrilling. 

Tiny kisses alighted on my stomach and up into the valley between my breasts, his hair tickling as he went.  As he continued upwards, he lowered himself onto his elbows so that his body was almost hovering over mine.  I couldn’t see him or feel him but I sensed his body mere centimeters from mine.  I longed to be able to reach out and touch his chest and his back but a large part of me was also delighting in his slow, controlled seduction of my body.  It was exquisite torture.  I lifted my chin to give him better access to my neck.  Kisses decorated my collar bone and my shoulders.

His tongue trailed up from the hollow of my throat to my chin and onto my lips. I quickly licked it with my own and the answering growl sent spirals of pleasure around my body.  Hungrily, his mouth captured mine and his hands fisted in my hair.  It was rough and it was mind blowing.  His tongue devoured my mouth, teeth clashing and nibbling and, as I sensed him beginning to pull away, I caught his bottom lip with my teeth and held it.

“God, Issy. It’s so freaking hot when you do that. But remember who is in charge here.”  His voice was so deep and raw that I wondered how far away he was from losing control.  I ran my tongue across the section of his lip that I’d trapped and then released it.  I grinned insolently and was punished immediately by a sharp pinch to my nipple.  Pain spiked and my nipple fully hardened but then his mouth closed over it and the pain vanished.  He licked, sucked and grazed his teeth until I was desperate for him to repeat the process with my other breast. 

As if he could read my mind, he swiftly moved from one to the other but he continued to play with the first with his fingers, rubbing, rolling and pinching.  Then his other hand replaced his mouth and I felt his body slide lower down my legs.  I pushed my chest out into his capable hands, loving the skilled manipulation he was providing.

If I hadn’t been restrained to the bed, I probably would have shot up through the ceiling when his tongue abruptly licked along my slit.  It danced around my clit and back down again, plunging deeply into my vagina.  Time was suspended as I was lost to the sensations he was creating, from my erect, needy nipples to my wet, greedy sex.  Every nerve in my body was on fire as he fucked me with his tongue. 

I had totally given myself over the delights that he was inflicting on my willing body when the tip of his nose began to hit my clit as he continued his relentless tonguing.  In no time at all, I felt the uncontrollable tightening in the pit of my stomach.  As the first of many orgasmic shocks ripped through my body, his hands left my breasts and lifted up my ass slightly.  He mercilessly took all that I had to give as I pulled unsuccessfully against my restraints whilst my raging orgasm threatened to tear me apart.  Blood roared in my ears and my head felt that it might explode.