Twice Upon a Time (17 page)

He dropped down on his knees at her head and stroked her face with both hands.

“Are you okay? I’m not sure what came over me. Seeing you tied down like this. I just…

wanted to take what I wanted.” He kissed cheeks, her forehead, her nose. “Are you okay?” he asked again.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “Well, except I’m horny as hell and can’t do anything about it.”

She pressed her legs together and gyrated her hips trying to al eviate some of the ache between her thighs.

“Spread your legs and keep them spread,” Reece said firmly, “or I’ll be forced to tie those down, too.”

Lara ignored his demands and kept rubbing her legs together. She got limited stimulation to her clit this way, but maybe it was enough to get off.

Reece climbed to his feet and moved around to the opposite side of the table. He grabbed her legs and yanked her down the table until the cloth belt holding her arms tied down went taut. Her legs extended beyond the edge of the table now. Her crotch was in perfect alignment with the edge. Reece reached for the wide fabric belt that had held Lara’s kimono closed and used it to bind her ankles wide apart, lashed to either table leg.

When he had her bound, he lowered his face and blew hot breaths against the building moisture between her legs.

“You’re so swollen, Lara,” he said. “Dripping.”

“Do something about it.”

“I’d rather gaze at it.”

He leaned away and she lifted her head to look down at him. True to his word, he was staring at the exposed flesh between her wide-open legs. Her empty pussy throbbed in protest.

“You smel wonderful,” Reece said. “I remember your taste. Would you like me lick that cum trickling from your empty cunt.”

She gasped. Why did it turn her on so much when he talked dirty to her? She hated that word.
Cunt.
But when he said it to her in bed, it turned her on. “Yes,” she gasped.

“Do you want a finger to slip inside?”

“Yes.”

“Two?”

“Oh yes. Reece!”

He didn’t move, just continued to stare at her exposed flesh. “Do you want my tongue against your clit?”

His hands slid up the insides of her thighs and her hips buckled. “Yes, Reece.”

“Do you want me to spank your ass?”

She hesitated. Did she want that? She wasn’t sure. No one had ever spanked her before.

“Do you want my cock to pound into you? To fill your red, swollen cunt?” His fingers dug into the insides of her thighs and she groaned with need.

“Yes, Reece.”

“Do you want me to spank you?”

“I don’t know,” she said breathlessly.

“Do you want me to suck your nipples while I fuck you?” Her nipples tightened at his words. “Yes, yes. Suck them.” His hands moved away and she lifted her head to look at him. His attention was riveted to her pussy. Spasms gripped the overexcited flesh and she squirmed.

“Your cum is flowing freely. Does your pussy ache for me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“Your juices are dripping down your ass. How bad do you want it?”

“Bad, Reece. I need you.”

“Do you want me to spank you?”

“Will you fuck me if I say yes?”

He shifted back and sat cross-legged several feet away from her wide-open thighs.

“Come for me, Lara.”

“Untie my hand and I will.”

“No. I want you to make yourself come by thinking sexy thoughts.” She couldn’t possibly attain orgasm just by thinking about it. “I can’t do that,” she said.

“You will do that. I’m watching you, baby. I want to see your pussy clench when you make it come for me.”

His request was impossible. “I don’t know how.”

“Think about what it feels like when I’m filling you. Thrusting. What it sounds like.

Think about all those dirty little fantasies you’ve had but never told anyone. Imagine those fantasies coming true. Tell me what you’re fantasizing about. Whatever it takes to excite you to orgasm.”

Her mind clung to memories of just a few moments ago. “Your taste is still in my mouth,” she whispered. “I can still feel the texture of your shaft against my tongue. How the rim felt brushing against it. Over and over again.” Her face grew increasingly flushed as she spoke. She’d never said such brazen things in all her life. “I remember the feel of you inside me. Filling me. Withdrawing. Fil ing again.” Her back arched off the table. “I want to feel your chest hair rub against my nipples each time you plunge into me.” Her vaginal muscles convulsed and she thought she might attain that elusive orgasm, but it stayed just beyond her reach. “Dig your fingers into my ass as you hold me still so you can fuck me harder, Reece. Grind your hips when you’re deep to tease my clit. I can hear your gasping breaths in my ear. How they stir the hairs along the side of my neck.

Tickling. Drawing goose bumps to the surface. I inhale the scent of your body deeply, wanting it to be inside me as you are inside me.” She not only spoke of each erotic sensation, but remembered and imagined them happening to her. “Slip your finger in my ass while you make me come.”

She twisted uncomfortably on the table. She was excited beyond comprehension, but still didn’t think she could come just by thinking about these things.

“Deeper, Reece. Feel me deeper.”

“I can’t believe with al the crazy shit we did with Ashar and Maisha that you’re only thinking of me.”

“I love you,” she gasped. “Only you. Don’t leave me like this, Reece. I can’t do this without you.”

“You will, Lara. You will come for me because I demand it of you.”

“And if I don’t?” She still didn’t think it was possible.

“I’ll wait.”

She groaned.

He did what he said. Sat there at the end of the table between her wide-open thighs and waited. Lara concentrated on the ache in her swollen clit. She wanted him to rub it, suck it, lick it, caress it with the head of his cock, nibble it, flick it. She thought about how each sensation felt different, yet wonderful. When she was certain she would die from lack of fulfillment she imagined his thick cock sliding deep inside her and her body shuddered with release. Not the best orgasm she’d ever had—she needed Reece to attain true satisfaction—but she’d definitely come.

“You actually did it,” Reece said in breathless wonder.

She shimmied her hips uncomfortably. “I’m still horny.”

“Now it’s time for your reward.” He slid forward and traced her opening with one finger until her hips began to writhe involuntarily. He plunged two fingers inside her and she moaned in delight. The tip of a third finger slid into her ass and she shuddered.

“Oh,” she gasped.

He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her body, with each inward stroke, the finger in her ass slid a bit deeper. Was that supposed to be so sexy? To feel that good?

When her body had accepted the ful length of his finger, he thrust them deep with each penetration. She was calling out in ecstasy, but couldn’t seem to quiet her vocalizations even though she knew her voice must easily carry through the rice-paper walls. When she didn’t think she could take any more pleasure, he lowered his head and suckled her clit. Her entire body arched of the table as she came. Hard this time. Her pussy and ass contracted around his fingers in delightful spasms as she obtained true satisfaction. He worked both passages and her clit to prolong that orgasm until she was sobbing from its intensity.

When she stil ed at last—well, other than those involuntary spasms that caused her to twitch every few seconds—Reece lifted his head.

“Someone likes anal play,” he said.

“I did not like that,” she said breathlessly. “I loved it.”

“Are your arms tired?” he asked.

She shifted her concentration from the pleasure between her thighs to other, seemingly unnecessary, body parts. Her shoulders were a bit uncomfortable. “Yeah.

You can untie me now. I’m satisfied.”

Reece chuckled. “I’m not. Watching you get off has me aching for you.” Chapter Eighteen

Reece untied the bindings holding Lara’s legs to the table first. He rubbed her hips, to ease her muscles and then moved to the other side of the table to release her arms.

She’d been so open during that entire session not just physically, but emotionally.

Reece felt the need to reward her. He was just glad that idiot, Kojiro, had remained under his control the entire time. The guy ruined everything.

Once Lara was free, Reece unrolled a mattress across the floor. She winced as she rotated her shoulders to regain her motility. Reece owed her a massage, which he was already thinking would be more his pleasure than hers.

He took her hand and led her to the mattress. “Lie here on your bel y,” he said. “I’ll help you get the kinks out.”

“I’d rather get my kinks on.”

Reece laughed. “More of that later.”

He washed his hands in a bucket of water before kneeling beside her on the mattress. He leaned across her body and massaged her back, starting between her shoulders and working his way down to her buttocks. She sighed in content bliss.

“I’m going to insist you tie me up more often if this is outcome,” she murmured.

He moved to straddle her thighs, acutely aware of how hard his cock was as he leaned over her and it slid up the cleft between the plump cheeks of her ass. She rocked back against him, nudging his bal s and changing his focus from wanting to relax her to wanting to excite her.

He leaned over her and massaged her shoulders, rubbing his cock up and down the crack of her ass with the same rhythm. As he worked his way down to the middle of her back—working her muscles with the heels of his hands and his fingertips—he shifted his body farther down her thighs until the head of his cock was bumping against her anus with each rocking motion.

She murmured something incoherent and lifted her hips. Reece repositioned one knee between her legs. When she relaxed and spread her legs wider, he moved his other knee and laid down across her back. He kissed her shoulders as he moved his pelvis against her ass in a sensual dance, seeking entrance to her body without the guidance of his hands. When his cock found her tight opening at last, he eased into her slowly, rotating his hips as he burrowed deeper. Hana hadn’t been lying earlier. She wasn’t a virgin. And currently, she wasn’t protesting. He was infinitely grateful that Lara was stil in control, because he couldn’t conceive of being without his Lara at the moment. She began to move with him, writhing her hips, rocking back to meet his slow thrusts.

He slid an arm beneath her bel y and slowly eased her up onto her knees, his cock only slightly buried within her. He pressed a hand on her shoulders to keep her face on the mattress as he thrust into her from behind. He reached around to stroke her clit and seek her slick juices. When she began to moan and rock back against him harder and harder, he moved his hand to her ass and slid his slickened finger into her back entrance. She relaxed, accepting his finger deep and groaned in bliss when he began to rotate it inside her.

Reece’s pleasure began to build, tugging at his balls, drawing him towards release.

When he felt her orgasm grip his cock in hard spasms, he let himself follow her, driving himself hard into her body as the bursts of pleasure at the base of cock and deep inside sent him into an abyss of satisfaction. He groaned in bliss as his fluids flooded her body in hard pulses of ecstasy. He tugged his fingertip free of her ass and wrapped both arms around her waist, drawing her back against his belly as they col apsed on the mattress in front of them.

That was when Reece lost his grip on his host’s actions and Kojiro returned. The coldness within his heart melted within the heat of his little ninja woman’s body.

Still buried inside her, Kojiro kissed Hana’s shoulder with a tenderness he did not know he possessed. He’d known from the start that she was the one fate had chosen for him and these emotions, this pleasure, only solidified his feelings. Hana was his one.

His only. His love. He knew it with as much certainty as he knew the sun would rise in East in the morning. That’s why he was so stunned when he realized her body was trembling beneath him, not because she was shuddering in mutual bliss, but because she was crying.

“Hana,” he murmured, stroking her long black hair from her face. “Why do you cry, my love?”

“H-how can I feel this way about you, when you are the one who kil ed my brother? I hate you. I must.”

But he loved her. And she would love him, too. Very soon. He demanded it of her.

Lara blinked her eyes open when a beam of bright sunlight crossed her eyelids.

Hana had spent the night lying beside Kojiro contemplating his murder and denying the tangle of confused emotions she was feeling. She’d eventual y passed out from exhaustion and apparently that al owed Lara to take the upper hand again, though she was feeling the effects of a mostly sleepless night.

Reece was not beside her when she awoke, but her kimono was there, neatly folded. She got dressed and slid the door open. Had Hana been cognizant, she would have tried to escape and return to her village, but Lara just wanted to find Reece. As soon as she stepped onto the porch outside the room, a teenage boy stood and offered her a nod.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“I am your chaperone, Hojo.”

More like guard
, she thought, and not a very good one. Hana could have easily taken him down with her mad ninja skills. Lara nodded in acceptance, however, and made her way down the wide wooden porch towards the lovely garden in the center courtyard. Trickling water fed into a smal pond. A bamboo tube on a pivot filled with water and dropped to
thunk
against a rock, spil ing water into an overflowing basin before returning upright to fill once more. Budding plants hinted at spring with tiny unfurling leaves in bright greens and deep reds. A bird chirped. An insect hummed. Lara descended the stairs and stood on a dirt path, searching the soothing area for signs of human life.

“Where is Kojiro?” Lara asked the vigilant young man at her side.

“He is training with the other samurai as he does each morning.” Lara imagined Reece shirtless and sweaty, his sculpted muscles straining with the exertion of his exercises. The corners of her mouth lifted with pleasure. “Can I watch?” When Hojo didn’t answer, Lara turned to look at him. He glanced wistfully to the East where the rhythmic shouts of maybe a dozen men could be heard. Lara assumed the samurai were making those sounds as they trained. “I am supposed to escort you to Aika so she can start teaching you to play the koto,” Hojo said.