"Why?"
He smiled. "Because it turns you on."
He was right. The secret, shocking exhibitionist in her had been let loose. Maybe it was the way he devoured her with his gaze. He never let her doubt what she did to him, giving him pleasure, and that made the whole encounter more exciting. And the naughtiness with him fully dressed, using his authority to command her to do things, totally wrecked her head. In a good way.
She placed her wineglass down and backed up. Arilyn had already planned to take charge with his seduction tonight, so this went with her goal perfectly. Slowly, she took off her clothes, running her fingers lightly over her skin in a caress, causing a groan to rip from his lips as she stroked her belly and thighs before shedding her entire outfit and underwear. By the time she was done with him, he wouldn't know how to speak English anymore. That would teach him she wasn't a woman who always bowed to direction. His hot gaze probed every inch of her body, lingering on her hard nipples, her tummy, her pussy.
His voice came out hoarse. "Every time I look at you I die a little. I brought a little present with me. Wanna see?"
She nodded, so aroused already she'd be lucky to know English herself. He reached in his back pocket and drew out two strips of red silk.
His ties.
Arilyn tamped down a moan. He watched her carefully and then, grabbing the cup of ice, began to close the distance. "I want to tie you up, Arilyn. Do things to you. Very bad things. Will you let me?
She meant to say yes but ended up releasing a husky moan.
"I'll take that as permission. Come with me." He led her into the bedroom and shut the door. Studying her queen-size bed, he ran a hand over the teak headboard as if assessing its potential as a sexual weapon of torture. "Hmm, posts too far apart. I'll have to improvise. Lie on the bed, little one."
Heart beating madly, anticipation tangling with a hot arousal that singed her nerve endings, she climbed on the bed, lying quietly, and he gently clasped her hands and raised them over her head. "I'm going to tie your wrists together. Keep them in that position. I don't want your arms too stretched by the headboard so I'll have to trust you'll keep your arms still. Just like you trust me to take care of you."
He situated her on the bed, checking the fit of the bright red tie and pulling her legs down the mattress a bit. "Perfect. I may never recover from this. You're so fucking beautiful."
A half laugh escaped her lips. "I may never recover from letting you do this."
He leaned over, his mouth inches from her. "I'd never hurt you, little one. You're too precious." He kissed her and she melted, surrendering to everything he wanted from her. When he broke away, a fierce tenderness gleamed from his eyes. "Let's play."
Stone took the other red tie and dangled the edge over her breast. With teasing, deliberate motions, he dragged the silky edge of the fabric over every inch of her body. She shivered at the gentle caress, the slight tickle over her hard nipples, the length of her arms, the sensitive skin of her belly. Down her legs, over her knee, and round her toes. He took his time, watching her face with an intensity that made liquid warmth trickle between her thighs.
"You like this," he murmured. "The feeling of being bound for my eyes, for anything I want to do. The excitement of not knowing what happens next." Her body prickled with awareness, until every stroke of the tie ramped up her arousal and sensation. He parted her legs wider and ran the fabric over her swollen pussy until a long whimper broke from her lips. "So wet and ready for me." He tossed the tie onto the floor. Flashed a wolfish grin. "Are you feeling a bit hot?"
Hot? She was burning alive, desperate for him to touch her where it mattered. Frustration nipped her nerve endings, stripping away the layers of civility until there was only the man before her and what he could give her. "Yes."
"Then let's cool you down, shall we?"
He took the cup from the nightstand and shook it. The rattle of ice echoed in the air.
"Wh-What are you going to do with that?"
He lifted a brow. "Whatever I want."
And then she knew what her punishment was going to be.
Her eyes widened. He stripped off his clothes. Laid a condom on the edge of the bed. Then, taking his time, drawing out the tension, he lifted an ice cube and sat on the edge of the bed. Studied her body as if deciding where to touch her first. Arilyn stiffened, waiting for the first slide of ice against her skin, and then he pressed the cube to the curve of her neck.
Wet. Icy. She shivered, and he ran the ice down to the valley of her breasts, tracing circles round and round them. She gasped at the sensation. Her nipples hardened, lengthening, begging for contact as he moved closer to the center. Arching up, silently begging, he finally slid the melting cube over her right nipple.
Oh, God.
The sharp burn of cold numbed her nipple. Arilyn hissed out a breath, shaking her head to ward off the feeling, and then he lowered his mouth and sucked on her nipple.
She gasped. The delicious wet, the heat of his tongue, the slight scrape of his teeth, all combined to fire her senses off like an explosion. He moved to the other breast, repeating the motions, and Arilyn tugged at her bound wrists, crazed to touch him and move and make him stop and make him continue.
"Ah, you like that. Let's see what else you like."
"Stone."
"I love your sweet body. I love the sounds you make in your throat, and the way you say my name." Rivulets of water trickled down her tummy and slid lower. He kissed his way down, lapping up the liquid. "I love the way you explode in my arms and give me everything you got." He grabbed another ice cube and traced patterns over her stomach, dipping into her navel and licking. "Spread your legs, little one. Wider. Yes, like that, beautiful. So swollen and wet. Now be a good girl and don't move."
Her thighs shook. He ran the ice over her inner thighs, tracing the line of pubic hair, moving closer to his goal. Her clit throbbed for attention, and she was so ready, she knew she'd come if he just gave her enough pressure.
He didn't. He teased her mercilessly, allowing the cube to melt around her channel but not close enough. He licked, he bit. She twisted, she moaned.
"Please, Stone. I can't take any more."
"Not done with you yet if you're still able to talk."
And with that, he pushed the ice cube inside of her.
Arilyn shot up, a keening whine echoing in the air. The freezing chill met with blistering heat, setting off mini convulsions of pure arousal and need. He moved the melting cube in a slow rhythm. At the same time, the second cube was pressed against her throbbing clit.
She cried out his name and jerked.
The brutal pain/pleasure ramped up her arousal until she hung on the edge of a cliff, desperate to
be pushed over. Then Stone replaced the cube with his hot, wet tongue, licking the swollen nub. Once. Twice.
She came hard, tears stinging her eyes at the intensity of pleasure. Instead of softening, he sucked more violently, his fingers replacing the ice and thrusting again and again into her pussy, curving just perfectly to hit the magic G-spot and setting off another chain of orgasms.
Tears leaked from her eyes. Beyond anything she had ever experienced, she began to shake, calling his name as the only anchor she had left in a world that had just shattered away.
"Fucking magnificent," his voice growled. He surged up, over, and inside in one perfect thrust. "Fucking mine."
The raw possession swallowed her whole, the punishing, greedy strokes of him driving into her body over and over, the dirty whispers in her ear as he claimed her.
Arilyn broke free, taking all of him, and felt the next climax gobble her up whole. He shouted her name, his hands gripping hers, his dark eyes drilling into her soul until they both came together, and fell into each other's arms.
Mine.
The word echoed like a mantra repeatedly as he gently untied her, rubbed her wrists, and pulled her close.
Mine.
Yours, she whispered to herself. Then closed her eyes.
"WHY DID YOU STAY with him for so long?"
The dark was good for sharing secrets. With his arms wrapped around her, snuggled under the covers, his mouth against her ear, nothing seemed off-limits. "I thought I loved him," she said simply. "He had this way of making me feel like the most important person in the world. The way he focused on me. Listened. Shared with what I believed was pure emotion. He seemed so honest and real. He was also my yoga teacher, so he introduced me to a spiritual practice that changed my life."
"Was that the first time he cheated?"
She sighed and pressed a kiss to his palm. "No. It was the third. Each time, he explained that the others didn't mean anything to him. Cliche, I know, but he made me actually believe it. He used to say men weren't made for monogamy, that he was fighting his own nature, but he'd keep fighting because we were soul mates."
"Damn. He was good."
She laughed. "Yeah, he was good. It was also easier to continue because we were a secret. Think about it. Nothing really invaded the intimacy he claimed we had. No bickering parents, or in-laws, or coworkers. No friends or public events. It was just me and him on an island together."