Hot Revenge Box Set 2

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.

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

over the line of

he runs the glass over my chest,

breasts to a nipple, stiffening

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 the breast with a palm, suckling gently, the nipple puckers, hardening further and I hiss at electricity jangling

His free hand glides south, fingertips sliding through the dark hair at the

you have been wet for much of the day. That’s very good. I

Oh, God…

me come. I’ve been

my loins. He touches the pearl which dangles from the choker. “This… says that I

and a hot trickle makes its way down

he murmurs. “Close your eyes. Spread your

out

on my skin, my naked spine. His clothes brush against me, the woollen fibres of his sweater tickling, the fabric of his jeans scratching my

it in, raising it and exposing my neck. Then with a twist, he pins it up. Laying hands on my shoulders, his breath washes over me, laving me in his heat. I quiver at the softness of his lips brushing over me, then the wet heat, and

pussy purrs then liquifies. I semi-turn, wanting to return the kiss, but his grip on my shoulders tightens. “You may not move. I have not given you

enough for pain, and I jolt. “I can smell your arousal. I know you are growing ready for me. But

nape of my neck to the top of my spine; the soft bite of his teeth,

and smoothing over my arms then moving over my breasts and down to my ribs. His palms caress me, but his thumbs dig in, the

“Ryan… Please…”

and down. Losing my grip on

me at the hips, pulling my ass up. In the same movement, boots shove between my ankles, forcing my feet apart. At

I knew you

waking of the flesh. I was ready for him hours ago and now, as he fills my body with

… My Master…

… fucks me hard.

hand knots into my hair, pulling back my head, straining me against the other hand

scalding fluid trail down my thighs. And now, the throbbing comes, the start of

may Come for me,

orgasm, screaming out my rhapsody as repeatedly and again,

through climax, only just aware that Ryan has dropped

crescendo, each through to

earlobe with his teeth. “I call that a good start

*****

Christmas Eve

by the hearth, he swipes off flakes of snow, which promptly thaw and puddle onto the tiles. “I reckon

me, Ryan inhales. “Are we

rub his face then, blowing into his palms, holds them over the fire.

through a glossy magazine, admires the photo of a red dress, then rips out the page, folding the paper with practised ease into a multicoloured

been, so I hold my tongue. He sits at the back of the room, a whiskey