Hot Revenge Box Set 2
Chapter 30
Ryan takes the wineglass from my fingers, setting it down on the table. There’s that look in his eye. “Time to retire, I think.”
I take a shot at demure… “I think so, yes.” … But as his nostrils flare, realise I have failed miserably.
He presses against my thigh, oh, so lightly… And my already warm pussy purrs. Several hours of waiting and the promise of the kind of incandescent sex Ryan offers, have me teetering on the brink.
Which was of course entirely his intention with the day’s earlier performance.
“We’re going to bed,” announces Ryan. “It’s been a long day for us.”
Voices call around us. Heads nod.
“Of course. Goodnight.”
“See you in the morning.”
“Sleep well.”
I don’t believe I’ll be sleeping for a while yet.
As we exit, Michael, eyes creasing, waves towards the tray of drinks on the sideboard. “Take a bottle up with you and a couple of glasses.”
Ryan chooses a bottle of Rioja. “Very civilised of him,” he murmurs as we make our way up the stairs.
In the bedroom, he closes the door, pushing until the lock clicks. He runs eyes over me. “You may undress, Kirstie.”
Heat rises in my cheeks. Even as I tug the thick sweater off over my head and my skin gooses, my neck and face are warm.
Ryan makes no attempt to remove his own clothes. Instead, he adds a couple of logs to the fire, using bellows and a poker to rouse the flames, then he turns off the ceiling light, leaving us bathed in the firelight.
He pours wine red as a holly berry into the two glasses then, resting a hip on the end of the bed, sips from one of the glasses, watching as I undress. Fire flickers and dances over the slight wave of his hair, raising highlights in amber and gold. His face is calm, almost tranquil, but his chocolate eyes too, reflect the flames which glimmer against the dark centres.
My beautiful Lover. My Dom.
My Master.
What do I feel for him?
Arousal?
Desire?
Lust?
Love?
I shimmy out of my jeans, then kick off thick furry socks. My bra, black satin and lace, I chose because I know Ryan likes the style, which enhances my not-overgenerous breasts.
legs, and now damp and fragrant with my own arousal, I chose because I know he likes them. Ryan watches in silence as I hook fingers into the side laces, sliding them down over thighs and calves to leave myself naked save
a finger, beckoning me. Already, my heart beats faster. Moving closer, I stand over him where he sits on the end of the bed. He sips his wine again, then offers it to me. Smooth and dark and heady, it caresses my tongue and throat as I swallow, then pools warm in my
smooth, over the line of my chin and neck. My skin prickles
my collar bone, he runs the glass over my chest, then replacing
a tight, sharp path over my breasts to a nipple, stiffening now
sips more wine, swishing it around his mouth, then setting the glass down, leans in, wrapping his lips around the nipple. My breath jolts at the hot-flesh-chill-wine on my skin. As he cups
teeth, plucking and tugging, drawing out my flesh. His free hand glides south, fingertips
sound of pleasure rumbles from his chest. “Already wet for me, Kirstie. But then, I think you have been wet for much of the day. That’s very
Oh, God…
come. I’ve been
curl into my loins. He touches
hot trickle makes its way down
the bed,” he murmurs. “Close your eyes. Spread your
reaching out to
brush against me, the woollen fibres of
a twist, he pins it up. Laying hands on my shoulders, his breath washes over me, laving me in his heat. I
to return the kiss, but his grip on my shoulders tightens. “You
sharp enough for pain, and I jolt. “I can smell your arousal. I know you are growing ready for me. But
from the nape of my neck to the top of my spine; the soft bite of his
follow, palming and smoothing over my arms then moving over my breasts and down to my ribs. His palms caress me, but his thumbs dig in,
“Ryan… Please…”
Without warning, he pushes me, flat-handed, between the shoulders, pressing me forward and down. Losing my
behind, hands clutch me at the hips, pulling my ass up. In the same movement, boots shove between my ankles, forcing my feet
I knew you were
the flesh. I was ready for him hours ago and now, as he fills my
… My Master…
… fucks me hard.
my hair, pulling back my head, straining me against the other
trail down my thighs. And now, the throbbing
may Come for
released, I ricochet into orgasm, screaming out my rhapsody as repeatedly and again,
and quiver my way through climax, only just aware that Ryan has dropped down on top of
length, our heartbeats banging a joint crescendo, each through to the other, we lie,
my earlobe with his teeth. “I call that a
*****
Christmas Eve
up in a thick roll-neck sweater and a scarf, loaded with firewood. Stacking it by the hearth, he swipes off flakes of snow, which promptly thaw and puddle onto the tiles. “I reckon
me, Ryan inhales. “Are we snowed
lolling in front of the flames. “Budge up you lot.” Grumbling, they shift to make room for him. Scruffy yaps protest. Michael grins, bending down to rub his face then, blowing into his palms, holds them over the fire. “… But the snowplough will
tree ornaments. Mitch flips through a glossy magazine, admires the photo of a red dress, then rips out the page, folding the paper with practised ease
seems inclined to mention Klempner’s arrival or discuss where he might have been, so I hold my tongue. He sits at the back of the room, a whiskey glass in one
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