Three Wicked Days (10 page)

She never dreamed being bound like this would be so exciting, so exhilarating. With
some impatience, she waited for Steve to take a seat.

“Hungry?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Leaning forward, he placed a fried shrimp between her lips. She chewed, her eyes never
leaving his as he also placed a shrimp in his mouth and chewed. The sensual feeding
continued for several minutes, Steve feeding her, than taking a bite himself.

Twice he licked the crumbs from her lips, and she whimpered, wanting desperately for
him to deepen the kiss. With his finger, he smeared lobster butter around her nipple.
She gasped and pressed forward. Very slowly, his tongue licked away the butter, sending
blood pounding through her ears. She was desperate to touch him, and her hands fought
against her soft bindings. All too soon, he rose up and placed a bite of butter-laden
lobster on her tongue.

It tasted incredible, and she sighed, her eyes closing as she chewed. “God, that is
incredible.”

“Now it’s time for dessert,” Steve whispered against her lips, and her heart fairly
jumped from her chest in anticipation. She wanted him for dessert—every long, thick
inch of him.

Steve sat in the chair and turned to face her. With a smile, he dipped his fingers
into the cream pie and then spread the chocolate-flavored cream over the length of
his hard cock.

“You want dessert, baby? Lick it off.”

Kayla smiled and leaned forward. Slowly, she trailed her tongue up his length, smiling
to herself when she heard his intake of breath. Determined to take her time, she licked
every last drop of cream from his shaft. The salty taste of his precum mixed with
the chocolate taste of the fluffy confection, creating something that was strictly
Steve.

Moving to take his cock deep in her throat, her cheek muscles strained to accommodate
his thickness. She moaned around his girth, determined to take him deeper, to feel
him fucking her mouth.

He gripped the hair at the back of her head, tugging. “That’s enough, Kay,” he choked
out.

The muscles of his thighs jumped, and she knew he fought against his release.

She pouted. “I want more.”

Steve sighed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a grin. “I don’t think I can take
more. Maybe in a minute. It’s my turn now.”

Standing, he helped her to her feet and led her to the bed. Watching her closely,
he undid the handcuffs and laid her out on the mattress, attaching one cuff to the
headboard over her head.

Kayla gasped, the idea of being tied to the bed making her heart pound fiercely.

“What’s your middle name, Kayla?” he asked as he secured the other hand close to the
first one with another restraint he’d pulled from the nightstand.

Her breasts jutted out, standing firm for his perusal. His eyes smoldered as they
took in her form, and her nipples beaded painfully in need. She watched as his eyes
darkened further in hunger. She was helpless against him, and the very thought just
made her hotter.

“What’s your middle name, Kayla?” he asked again.

“It’s Marie,” she answered.

“If I do anything that bothers you or hurts you, say Marie and I’ll stop. Understand?”

“Yes.” She nodded frantically.

She just wanted him to get on with it. Every spot on her flesh burned, every muscle
clenched in anticipation. His palm slid up her thigh with painstaking slowness, making
her squirm beneath his touch.

“Steve,” she whimpered.

“Shh,” he admonished. “I’d hate to have to spank you.”

Her gaze darted to his. Spank her? Now there was something she’d never really thought
about, but thinking about his palm slapping against her ass made juices pour from
her pussy like water running from a faucet.

“Oh. That sounds intriguing.”

He smiled and ran his palm up to squeeze her ass. “Like the idea of being spanked?
Think it would turn you on?”

“You mean more than I already am?”

His fingers moved to her pussy and slid along her slit. Heat burned through her, making
her gasp. She could feel her wetness oozing out and sliding between her butt cheeks
to dampen the sheets beneath her.

“Such a beautiful pussy,” he whispered.

His hot breath brushed against her clit, and her hips bucked in reflex. Thick, gentle
fingers slid lower, spreading her juices between the cheeks of her ass and around
her anal hole. She never dreamed she’d want him to touch her there or even fuck her
there for that matter. But she did. She wanted to feel his huge cock filling her ass.
Fucking her hard. He pushed two fingers knuckle deep, and she moaned, lifting her
hips higher.

His hot tongue circled her sensitive clit before dipping into her vagina to lick at
her juices. She felt herself falling, grasping desperately for the release hovering
just out of reach. Every muscle tensed as his tongue slid deeper, his nose tickling
her nub to the point she wanted to scream. The nerve endings in her body pulsed and
tingled as the first wave of her climax skimmed through her.

“Yes,” she gasped and rotated her pussy against his face. “Oh, God. Yes.”

*

Steve moaned, holding fast to his control. Damn it, he wanted to fuck her. He kept
eating her pussy and gently stretching her anal passage even after her contractions
stopped. Her soft sighs heightened his desire. As gently as possible, he slid a third
finger into her ass. She gasped as the tight walls constricted around his knuckles.
He couldn’t wait to feel those walls gripping his cock.

Removing his fingers, he reached to the nightstand and removed the Rabbit vibrator
he’d bought earlier that afternoon at the same place he’d gotten the restraints. Settling
between her legs, he slid the vibrator deep into her pussy. She groaned and lifted
her hips off the bed, her head lulling from side to side.

She was so beautiful and for a moment, he watched her face as he moved the vibrator
in and out, simulating what he’d do with his cock. His shaft twitched, jerking toward
her splayed thighs, and a jolt of pure animal lust gripped him. He closed his eyes
and took a deep breath. He had to calm down or he’d hurt her in his haste.

Reaching forward, he undid one of her restraints and then settled the ears of the
Rabbit against her clit. “Roll over, baby,” he gritted out, holding onto his control
by a mere thread.

Kayla rolled over and he helped her to settle on her knees. Grabbing the lubricating
cream, he covered his cock and the inside of her anus. She moaned and moved back against
him, silently encouraging him to continue.

“I want to fuck you in the ass, Kay,” he said as three fingers slid deep, preparing
her for the entry of his cock. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, baby.”

She whimpered and wiggled her hips. Fuck. He didn’t know how much more he could take.
Running his hand over her smooth alabaster hips he positioned the head of his shaft
at her hole. With both hands, he held her hips still and pushed past the tight muscles
of her opening.

He felt her stiffen, and he held still. “Relax, baby, and push out, just a little.”

She did as he said and he slid deep. His eyes closed on a groan at the way her hot
walls encased him in a tight fist. He remained frozen, allowing her to become accustomed
to his size and the unusual invasion. While he waited, he reached between her legs
and turned on the toy that was embedded in her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered as the ears of the device massaged her clit.

“Oh, God is right,” he growled and began to move.

He could feel the vibrations of the toy against his cock through the thin membrane
separating her two channels, and he thought he’d die. Gritting his teeth, he thrust
faster and harder. The sound of Kayla’s moans and screams spurred him on.

He’d never felt with anyone the things he felt with Kayla. He wanted to shout he loved
her, but he held back, biting his lip to keep quiet. Glancing down, he watched his
cock slid in and out of her ass, her cheeks slapping against his stomach. The image
was incredibly erotic and his shaft swelled painfully.

Kayla cried out with her release. The muscles of her anus quaked and pulsed around
his shaft, milking the very life from him. With a shout, he thrust hard and spurted
his seed deep within her. His legs quaked with the force of his orgasm and for a moment,
he couldn’t move or even breathe.

“Steve,” she whimpered. “Turn off the Rabbit, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Coming to his senses, he turned off the toy and removed it from her body. As gently
as possible, he slid from her ass, and she immediately collapsed onto the bed.

“Stay still. I’ll be right back,” he said and then placed a soft kiss against her
shoulder.

Her only response was a grunt, and he grinned.

Once in the bathroom, he cleaned himself up and then brought out a damp, warm cloth
to clean Kayla. Undoing her remaining handcuff, he helped her to roll over and then
spread her thighs.

“Steve,” she mumbled. “No. I couldn’t.”

Steve smiled and brushed the bangs from her eyes. “I’m just cleaning you, baby.”

She relaxed, and he settled the warm cloth between her legs, wiping away the lubricant
and any of his seed that had run out. “Better?” he asked.

“Yes,” she sighed. “Oh, God. I think I blacked out.”

Steve chuckled and settled beside her, pulling her into his arms. Her body fit so
perfectly into his embrace, and he wanted her there forever.

“That was incredible,” she whispered as she snuggled closer, her tiny hands resting
against his chest.

“Yes, it was.” He hesitated before continuing with what he wanted to say. “Kayla.
I don’t want this to stop here. I want to keep seeing you once we leave. I think we
have something. I know we have something and I want to keep it going, watch it grow.”

He tensed waiting for her response. As the silence ticked by he felt sick. Was she
thinking of a way to let him down easy? Tell him she didn’t want what he did? He’d
never had to deal with being rejected, and he wasn’t sure how he would take it.

She continued to remain silent. Why wasn’t she saying something?

“Kayla?” he whispered.

Still no response. Pulling away from her slightly, he stared down at her closed eyes
and slow, even breathing. He smiled, letting a breath out in relief. His little minx
was sound asleep.

He reached for the sheet and pulled it over them. His large body settled against her
small one. “I love you, Kay,” he whispered.

Kayla squirmed as heat engulfed her. Soft kisses brushed her cheek and the corner
of her mouth. They were such sweet, gentle kisses and her insides melted.

“Steve?” she sighed.

“Shhh,” he whispered as his lips covered hers.

There were no words, no sounds other than their soft breathing and the surf outside
the window. The room was dark, the scent of salt water floating in on the breeze.
She had no idea what time it was and didn’t care. All that mattered was she was here
with Steve. This would be her last time with him and that heightened the urgency,
the need that always gripped her.

His fingers slid up her thigh with painstaking slowness, sending tingling sensations
to every extremity. Bending her leg, she wrapped it around his. The hair on his legs
scratched at her overly sensitive skin making it quiver beneath his touch.

Steve set the pace, keeping things slow and gentle. There wasn’t a spot on her body
anywhere that his lips didn’t touch, and she thought she would die from the extreme
pleasure that raced through her. His mouth and hands cherished her, made her feel
sexy and beautiful. Twice she had to bite her lip to keep from saying she loved him.
She didn’t want their last night ruined when she said it, and he remained silent.

Settling between her thighs, he slowly pushed forward, burying himself deeply inside
her. They remained that way for several moments, just enjoying the sensation of being
joined as one. Their bodies as close to each other as possible from head to toe.

His hands framed her face, holding her steady so his mouth could claim hers with soft,
gentle kisses. Neither said a word. They didn’t have to, their bodies said it all
for them as they made slow, sweet love.

Steve was everything she could ever want in a lover. He could be whatever she wanted.
Slow and sweet, like he was now. Hard and dominating like earlier, or wild and adventurous.
He encouraged her to talk about her sexual fantasies and even played them out for
her, no matter how silly or kinky. He brought her to heights no one else had, and
as her orgasm gripped her, she turned her head to hide the tear that slipped down
her cheek.

* * * *

As soon as Kayla heard Steve’s deep, even breathing, she slipped from under his arm.
Searching the darkened room for her clothes, she wiped at the tears sliding down her
cheeks. Her chest felt as though it were splitting in two. She never wanted to fall
in love with him, but she had.

As quietly as possible, she punched her arms through the sleeves of her robe, the
whole time watching for any movement from Steve. The last thing she wanted was for
him to wake up and try to talk her out of leaving. She needed time to compose herself
before she had to face him on the flight home. At least in front of the crew, she
didn’t have to worry about him making a huge scene. One thing about Steve, was when
he was working, he was all business.

With her hand on the door, she took one last look. He was so handsome, his long lashes
lying against his cheeks, his bare chest rising with the slow, even breathing of sleep.
The normally prominent lines around his eyes and across his forehead were relaxed,
making him appear younger. She had done a stupid, stupid thing.

She opened the bedroom door and slipped into the hall. Holding the handle of the door
so the latch wouldn’t catch and make noise, she shut the door slowly then practically
ran down the hall toward Jordan’s room. Raising her hand, she knocked at the door,
hoping she wasn’t interrupting something.