Dom Wars Round Two (3 page)

The mountaineering experts that had prepared us came forward again and led us to the edge. Over the next five minutes, they gave us a crash course in exactly what we needed to do. Apparently deciding we were as ready as they could get us, they snapped our riggings into
a series of bolts anchored deep in the rock under our feet, wished us luck and stepped back.

"
Jesus, this is unfair. Why did you have to run your mouth this morning and mess me up?" Tara's words and tone were filled with dread and a dash of barely controlled panic.

I looked out over the ledge and fear pushed at my nerves.
Twenty feet below, another narrow ledge strewn with jagged rocks reminded me of the crumbling, weathered stone I'd seen on the monitor. Below that, the cliff fell away for hundreds of feet, with death waiting and ready every inch of the way. My confidence in the material we were supposed to be anchored to for safety drained away. We were too fucking high. I looked at the ropes. They seemed sturdy but… this was Tara hanging over a fucking cliff. God, what if something happened and she fell? What if a carabiner broke? A freak accident?

Logically, I knew they
'd doubled and tripled every conceivable safety precaution, but accidents were a fact of life. The breeze that had kept us comfortable earlier gave a sudden gust, whipping Tara's hair free of her pony-tail and across her face. Grumbling, she re-secured it.

Finally, the announcer gave us a two minute warning.
I yanked hard on all the fittings at every point and double-checked that buckles were securely and completely fastened, and clips were closed, not caring that I looked like a mother hen. I wasn't taking any chances.

The countdown ended. Time to start.
"Okay love, I'll be back here and you'll lean over—"

"
I heard her! I know what to do, shush!" She shook her hands and breathed a few times. "Keep the line
very
tight! Please!"

"
I got you baby. Line's staying tight." Fear flooded me and my muscles trembled with it. Shit. "Try to hurry and get it done."

"
I can't
hurry!"
Exasperated, she inched next to the ledge. "Shit. It's so far, I'm going to have to lean Lucian!"

"
I got you." No point in telling her that was the whole point. I concentrated on the rope in my hands.

"
Hold me tight! I have to lean. Fuck, I have to lean. Oh God! Shit." The panic in her voice made me want to pull her back from that drop and carry her back down the mountain and keep her safe.

"
Just lean baby and I'll slowly let you go forward, okay?"

"
Oh God."

"
Are you leaning?" Damn it, why wouldn't they just let her rappel to reach the flags? Why
lean
face first?

"
I think. I think."

"
I'm going to let some slack very slowly into the rope."

"
Slowly!" she screamed. "Lucian, I'm scared."

Her fear fucking pummeled me.
"I have you!" I yelled back firmly.

"
Don't fuss at me, don't fuss at me," she whimpered.

"
I'm not fussing at you baby, I'm sorry. You're doing fucking great. Can you reach it yet?"

She
stretched. "Not yet. Oh God."

"
How much further, one foot?"

"
Yes, maybe. Maybe two?" She whimpered again, reaching for the damn flag.

"
Okay, little bit more, love."

"
Okay, okay, I can almost reach it!" Triumph filled her voice. "I got it! Pull me up!" Her cries of nervous victory echoed off the rocks surrounding us as I pulled her up

S
he ran and wrapped her arms around me tight. The flags were suddenly too incredibly stupid to repeat the insanity. "You can quit baby, you don't have to get anymore." I cradled her head to my chest grateful for her pulse fluttering against my palm where it pressed on her neck.

"
I'm fine. I'm fine." She nodded and pushed away, going back to the edge. "We can do this. I'm ready. I'm ready, lean me."

I got back in place a
nd repeated the process. She had to lean a little further, but it was okay. That first success had given her confidence to do whatever needed done. We did it again. And again. She was doing so well, beaming with each victory. But the rationalist in me only became more afraid. Every success put us that much closer to that one in a million chance of failing.

O
n the seventh flag, just as her fingers brushed against the plastic, my fucking foot slid on the loose gravel, throwing me off balance.

Tara
jolted forward several inches. "Lucian!" Terror laced her scream and tore my guts.

"
Fuck, baby!" I pulled her up, not caring about gentle, and hurried to wrap her in my arms. "I'm so sorry, my foot slipped."

Every part of her body trembled.
"I can't. I can't do it. I'm so sorry, I just can't."

"
Okay, okay." I glared at the blonde announcer and gave her a thumbs down, signaling we were done, then went back to comforting Tara. "You were fucking amazing, baby! You got
seven
flags."

"
I got seven?" A broad grin spread across her face, even while tears of horror spilled over her lower lashes. "I did, I got seven!"

I held her closer, stroking her head.
"I'm so proud of you, you're my angel." I turned her face up and planted my lips firmly on hers, desperate to kiss away her fears.

Back in our mini-dungeon, I watched Lucian from the kitchen table. Silent Lucian. Far too quiet since we were brought back from the challenge.
Take your shower while I cook.
Oh, I'd showered well. In my head, I prayed he would go easy on me, while my body trembled with other prayers I didn't want to even contemplate.

T
he food smelled amazing, onions and beef making my mouth water. Too bad my stomach was in so many knots, eating would be impossible. Lucian wearing nothing but black BVDs didn't help at all. The sight of him was hard to ignore.

He
was Dom tonight, but he was mixing the signals, confusing me. Cooking. Being gentle. Sweet. What did it all mean? Maybe he felt bad about screwing up the last challenge with that foot slip. Maybe he planned to let me off the hook. I could use a break.

My stomach tensed as he came to the table with a plate of food. And sat with it. Across from me.
I waited to see what he had in mind. He began cutting the steak. Had I been way off base? Was he pissed at me for something and now would punish me with no food? Anger began to slowly burn up my spine at just the thought.

He reached across the small table with the fork
ful of steak. He was feeding me? Confusion chased away my anger as I looked at the food, suddenly sure I couldn't eat. "I'm… not that hungry."

"
You haven't eaten since breakfast, love."

The tenderness in his voice held something else. An edge of… something.
"Near death experiences have a way of stealing my appetite."

He stared at me for several seconds.

What was going through that mind of his? Nerves forced me to speak, to apologize. "Sorry. Maybe… I'll feel hungry later?"

He put the bite slowly in his mouth, keeping his pretty blue eyes
focused directly on me. The beginnings of a beard shadowed his face and the rugged look seemed to grind against my female parts. He chewed slowly, staring at me and I was suddenly caught. Caught in his silent trap of mind-blowing sex appeal.

I had to watch him chew, had to watch his mouth. God his lips. Part of me
realized he knew exactly what he was doing, deliberately calculating his effect on me and using it, and yet I couldn't stop it from being done to me. Could he seduce my body and mind with something as simple as eating? Yes. Yes he certainly could. And was.

The tip of h
is tongue swept over his lower lip, making my stomach flip. The slight shine there brought my appetite slamming in, but not for food.

Dear God, help me, I was in trouble. Everything about the way he looked, the way he moved and didn
't move, spelled trouble in all caps. Literally. Because I'd finally made out that unfamiliar thing in his mood. It was definitely the calm before the storm. Like aftercare before he ever began. The air around him was filled with
you've been so bad, love. And I'm going to tear through you like a tragic storm on a still morning.

He slid the plate away, another deliberate act. Calm. Calculated.
"You know what's coming."

My clit literally throbbed with
those all-knowing hot words.

"
You can start with thanking me."

I stared at him, speechless
, trying to feel something besides the crippling need to be touched by him. Thank him? I needed to thank him? My mind said I could be angry with that, should be even. I stared like a dumb lamb, fumbling with the matches to light that little stick of angry dynamite. But everything was too wet. Drenched.

He stood and my eyes held tight to him. He held his hand out and I took it without even thinking. And then he led and I followed. All so strange, it was like a dream.

"I'm going to be nice and let you choose. From that shelf."

I looked at the shelf he pointed to
, the one holding a selection of dildos. A bolt of heat speared me. Followed hard with the realization that the ones on that shelf were all double, each with a smaller one attached. Dear God. Fear finally kicked in and raced to catch up. I shook my head a little.

"
Tara."

I closed my eyes at the
warning in his voice. So many warnings. The one carrying the most weight in my mind wasn't how badly we needed the points to win. It was how badly he needed to do this. Had to. But I couldn't choose. I couldn't. "Please." Pick for me, I can't. That's what needed saying.

His face was suddenly before me
as I looked at him, gentle hands on either side of my head, tender lips on mine. "Fuck, love. Don't look at me that way. Your fear is killing me." Hot breath melted me, so full of agony and need. "I want so badly to crush it. Let me. Let me inside of you."

My answer came in helpless whimpers and I could only hope he understood it.
Do what you need,
I wanted to say, scream, anything. But it was his need I was answering. God, it was so pure and perfect and, Jesus, hot. But my body refused to hook up to my mind. It was trapped in two different worlds, standing there helpless at a surreal crossroads set on fire by Lucian Bane.

The flames licked hot along my mind and body.
Surrender. Surrender.
I wanted to give in to his… whatever it was, whatever he was. He was a thousand suns in my eyes, I couldn't see anything but his blinding light, couldn't feel anything except his scorching heat.

I was dying a strange death. And terrified. It was that death I didn
't want but needed. I could feel it. I longed for it, craved it, loathed it, abhorred it, ran from it, Jesus Christ.

He lifted me in his arms and I clung to hi
m. Buried my face in his neck. Clenched my eyes against the raging need, the fear. I continued to hide when he laid me down. He restrained me with silk ties. My arms first. Softly. Slowly. Then my ankles.

I didn
't fight him. Not once. I didn't resist. Not even when he stretched my legs so very wide. Not even when soft silk covered my eyes.

"
I'm going to adore you, love." His whisper stirred my hair and tickled my ear to send a combination of chills and sparks darting over my skin. "Every bit of you. With all my being. With all my might."

He began that contract at my lips. Tasting them with nibbling reverence until I opened in desperate hunger, my breath fighting to keep up with the emotion he provoked. His fingers glided along my out
-stretched arms, his naked body skimming mine. The whisper of reckless passion, coming hard and fast on the horizon.  

His lips slid to my chin, then slowly along my jaw. He moved his body so that the hot length of his cock stroked along my inner thigh. At my neck, he licked with a deep moan of hunger. I answered him with my own.

"I know, God, I know." His lips slid across my chest. "You need this, love. For so long."

I cried out at the hot suction on my breast followed by his warm breath and scrape of his teeth.
"Lucian." His name burst forth, like freedom. I pulled on my restraints and arched my back, seeking his mouth. "Please."

He answered with a groan of agony, his mouth
wet and hot on my other breast, his tongue licking and flicking, his lips gliding, teeth scraping. His fingers were everywhere, brushing softly then scratching, his cock pressing at the juncture of wide open thighs. I lifted my hips for it.

He was suddenly back at my mouth, his cock sliding between my folds.
"That what you want baby?" He slid himself along my clit.

"
God, yes."

His breath shuddered in my mouth and his fingers danced over my clit.
"I need to suck this into my mouth first. Lick it until you're nearly undone." He slid his fingers lower to my entrance and plunged his finger deep inside me. "I need to fill you up, fill you up completely." I bucked against his hand and he glided his finger to my butt. "Baby." He pressed his finger on the opening. "I have to lick this. Then fuck it with my tongue." He pushed the tip into me. "You want that, love?" He nibbled at my lower lip then sucked it between his. "I'm so fucking crazy for you. You need to know that."

He was suddenly feasting on my breasts again, the sound of a man on the edge, groaning, winded, his fingers biting and urgent. He gripped my waist and fear seized me.
"I-I need to see you."

His fingers slowly went slack and he
whispered his hands up my body, following with his lips until he was back at my mouth. He slid the blindfold off while kissing me, his fingers stroking along my face, along my hair. "I'm here, love. It's all me, always."

****

She wanted to see me. Fuck, the things that did to me. And I'd nearly said forever. All me, always me. Forever. I'd used the blindfold thinking it would be easier for her. But she needed to see me. She needed me. Dear God, fuck yes.

I couldn
't devour her fast enough now. I so needed her to see me. See me break her down. See how much I fucking loved it. How did she always do this? Every time I made plans, she'd say one thing, make one sound and wreck it in the most profound way.  The most beautiful way. Back between her thighs, I gripped her ass and lifted her. One thing had not changed. My insatiable need to make her scream with pleasure.

I stroked my lips softly along her open folds, digging fingers into her
ass muscles, while fighting to hold on to my sanity. Up and down her length I slid my mouth until her scent made me ravenous, her fucking incessant cries had me insane. "Jesus Christ, fuck!" I plunged my tongue into her dripping entrance and pressed my nose all over that sweet hard clit. I was lost, fuck. I moved to her cute ass and licked all over it.

"
Yes, yes! Lucian!"

"
God-fucking-damn," I gasped, working my tongue into her ass. I pulled and pushed her on me until she trembled everywhere with need. She needed to be filled up. But God I didn't want a fucking dildo doing it. I wanted to see her come everywhere while my cock filled her and my finger fucked her ass.

I stopped and retied her hands together
on the head board. Knees apart, ass up, face down, Jesus Christ, yes.

I stroked my hands over her hips.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck you now. Are you ready for it, love?"

She nodded rapidly.
"Yes, yes."

I held her perfect fucking hips and slid very slowly inside her.
"You feel me baby? Filling you up?"

She cried out, nodding.

I groaned hard when I reached bottom. "I'm all the way in baby." The words blasted with my desire. I fought to catch my breath as I watched. "I look so fucking good buried in you." I tickled the tip of my pinky at her tight ass and she gave a sharp cry, drawing my finger in. "Yes baby. You like that, fuck."

"
Yes, yes. Fuck me Lucian. God please, just do it."

"
Oh God," I groaned, closing my eyes against the raging orgasm her words provoked. She flicked her hips and I worked my finger deeper inside her.

"
Oh my God, Lucian."

"
I'm gonna, baby, fuck wait." I got my finger halfway in and pulled my cock slowly out. "God, love..." I let out a long hiss. "You're all over my cock. So wet. So beautiful." I stroked along her spine with my other hand while sliding my length slowly back inside. "Are you ready to get fucked love?"

"
Jesus, yes."

She was frantic.
Just like I had to have her. "Do it. Move your pussy on me." I worked my finger in and out, and reached beneath her with my other hand. "Your clit baby. So hard. So hot isn't it?"

"
God, yes Lucian."

"
I know baby. That's it, fuck my cock." I rolled my hips when she worked herself all the way on me, growling on the urge to tear into her. "You're so close, I can feel it."

"
I'm coming Lucian. I'm coming! Lucian, Jesus--"

I thrust in deep and
began bucking my hips. "Fucking come all over me." I rammed my cock in and out, jerking her, wiggling my finger over her clit, moving my finger in her ass.

She
began to sing out this fucking orgasm that grew in intensity as her body shook and trembled and bucked. So beautiful. I growled through the onslaught of pleasure, determined not to orgasm, not yet. Not fucking yet, not like this. I needed her beneath me, our bodies pressed together hard, I needed her voice in my ear, in my mouth, my cock buried as deep as it could go. That's what I needed.

I slowed my strokes, sliding my hand up and down her spine, caressing her ass with
the other, listening to her soft lingering cries of astonishment. I pulled out and untied her. She rolled onto her side, still winded, and stared at my cock. Seeing I wasn't done, she flushed with desire again. I stood next to the bed, watching it slither through her limbs until it opened her legs, undulated her hips, arched her spine, and hardened her perfect nipples. Good fucking God.

I crawled on the bed until my body was prone to hers. She held my gaze and fuck, tears filled her eyes.