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.
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 the velvet choker at my neck; his gift to me, the symbol
on the end of the bed. He sips his wine again, then offers it to
goblet back from me, then looking up, trails it, cool and smooth, over the line of my chin and neck. My skin prickles and my
glass over my chest,
breasts to a nipple, stiffening now in
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
gently, he teases at me with his teeth, plucking and tugging, drawing out my flesh. His free hand glides south, fingertips sliding through the dark hair at
think you have been wet for much of the day. That’s very good. I
Oh, God…
let me come. I’ve been waiting
of his other hand still curl into my loins. He
knees threaten to buckle, and a hot trickle makes its way down inside
he murmurs. “Close your eyes.
turn, reaching out
standing close, his body heat on my skin, my naked spine. His clothes brush against me, the woollen
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 the soft gnawing of his teeth as he
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
nips at me, the bite on my neck sharp enough for pain, and I jolt. “I can smell your arousal. I
to the top of my spine; the soft bite of his teeth,
breasts and down to my ribs. His palms caress me, but his thumbs dig in, the nails short and blunt, pressing
“Ryan… Please…”
flat-handed, between the shoulders, pressing me forward and down. Losing my grip on the bedposts, I
shove between my ankles, forcing my feet
I knew you were
pistons in. No opening me. No gradual waking of the flesh. I was ready for him hours ago and now, as he fills my body with
… My Master…
… fucks me hard.
back my head, straining me against the other hand
making a scalding fluid trail down my
Come
my rhapsody as repeatedly
climax, only just aware that Ryan has dropped
each through to the other, we
my earlobe with his teeth. “I call that a
*****
Christmas Eve
loaded with firewood. Stacking it by the hearth, he swipes off flakes of snow, which
Ryan inhales. “Are we
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 be along in a while. And in any case,
making Christmas tree ornaments. Mitch flips through a glossy magazine, admires the photo of a red dress, then rips out
appeared overnight. No-one seems inclined to mention Klempner’s arrival or discuss where he might have been, so I hold my tongue.
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