Twist (Siren Publishing Allure) (26 page)

“Are you enjoying my undivided attention?”

“Yes, very much. Have I mentioned that I am in complete agreement with Jolie?”

“No.” He dropped the orange on the shopping bag and took the purple from the box.

“You are absolutely stunning to look at. I love your silky blond hair, and I lie here dying to reach up and run my fingers over your sculpted body.”

“Why, thank you.” His tongue flicked over his lips, leaving them glistening. “What shall I do with my favorite color?”

“I leave such important decisions up to you, My Lord.”

Rolf immediately rolled her to her side and cracked her across the ass with his open palm. “I’ll give you ‘my lord.’”

Lana jumped. “Oww! I was being sweet.”

“You were being cocky.”

She began to laugh, the tip of her tongue trapped between her teeth. His expression darkened. “Keep it up. I’ll put that tongue to good use.”

Taking a moment to consider if she should reply or not, Lana chanced it. “I do believe that I have already proved myself in that area.”

“Point taken.” Rolf began to laugh as he leaned forward, tracing her lips with his tongue again. Lana went slack, her eyes half open, her mouth for the taking. He set the paint down, driving his fingers into her hair and drawing her to him. He appreciated her sense of humor and had no desire to dominate her in the current situation. That would come later.

Lana felt like putty in his grasp, her body so languidly pliable that she felt as if she were going to melt. The long and demanding kiss sent sparklers into her nipples that flickered through her stomach and into her throbbing pussy. The sensation gathered as a low, persistent throb, an ache compelled by desire. Rolf released her, flipping his body and pushing her thighs apart with his palm. He uncapped the purple brush. “I’m instructing you not to move until I give you permission. If you do, I will have to spank you, my cocky bitch!” Starting just below the crease of her thigh, Rolf began a design, poking her and then making solid lines between the dots.

Lana was extremely ticklish on her thighs and it was a tremendous effort not to thrash against the soft prodding. Grabbing her hip, he tipped her to the side and repeated it on the inside of her opposite leg, the dots and dashes making her insane. “What are you doing?”

“Writing you a message.” Sitting back, he examined his work and then flipped back over. Rolf leaned over her, took a fine-tipped marker from the drawer beside the bed, and grabbed her arm, writing on her skin, ..I .-..L---O…-V.E -.--Y---O..-U.

“Is that Morse code?”

“Yes, My Lady. It
tis
.”

She giggled at his reply and then quickly stopped as he poised the felt tip over her nipple, in threat. “That’s permanent ink.” Her voice took on a pleading note. “It won’t taste good.”

“Beg me!” He hovered over her pert skin with the tip of the marker.

“Please, don’t color my nipples black. Do something else, anything else. Please.”

“Maybe. What can I do to you instead?”

Lana sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, shrugging. “Didn’t you say something about flavored oil? That will taste better and it won’t last for a week or more.”

Rolf looked at the small plastic vials on the bed and then back at the pen. He wrote his name across her breast and then put the cap back on. Lana hadn’t realized that she wasn’t breathing until she exhaled with relief. Rolf started to laugh. “Did you honestly think I would use a Sharpie to color your nipples?”

“I don’t know.”

“Not tonight at least.” He stuck his tongue playfully through his teeth and grinned wickedly before snatching one of the vials from the bed and twisting the tab to open it. He dripped a drop on the tip of his finger and smeared it over her lips, leaning to kiss her. His tongue drove into her mouth, and at the same moment, he pushed the tip of the vial between the folds concealing her clit and squeezed it, the oil oozing against her skin. Lana arched off the bed, his finger sliding silkily against her already-inflamed clit. The oil heated quickly under his caress, her skin slippery and hot. Lana balled her hands in his hair, holding him into the embrace, her tongue demanding.

Rolf pulled back, gazing at her, his eyes slightly darker and seeming to glimmer with lust. It was such an enthralling expression that Lana thought that she could stare at him for the rest of the night. He slid downward, kissing and licking a line down the front of her body until he shifted over her legs, pushing them apart. Lana’s eyes slid closed with anticipation, her mouth open as she panted for air.

The feel of him against her thighs was elegant, but when he did nothing, she leaned up, looking down at him. Rolf was poised, his finger hovering just below her mound, his extended tongue rolled in a half circle. With a teasing wiggle of his brows, he slipped his fingertip between her folds, drawing circular designs on her oversensitized clit as he spread her with his other hand and pushed his tongue into her throbbing pussy. Lana whimpered, her flesh feeling inflamed and ready to burst. Blasts of pulsing spasms flicked through her pussy, the sensations direct and focused, even as she shuddered against them. Her breathing was shattered, his tongue wiggling within her, oddly hard because the muscles were pulled taut by him rolling them. He withdrew, pushing back within her and then rolling his head to stretch and lick her at the same time.

The oil was warming even more, the stroke of his finger heating her skin, making her clit throb with sensation. Her hips lifted off the bed, her body on the verge of completion. Rolf froze, his finger and tongue withdrawing. He leaned his chin on her mound, licking his lips languidly. “Peaches and cream, mixed with the taste of Lana’s very wet cunt. Sweet and salty. Interesting.”

Lana was panting, her pussy denied, her mind foggy and overwhelmed. “Why did you stop?”

“Did you honestly think I would let you climax that way?”

“Actually, I prefer that your dick is inside me, but that felt so good.”

“I know.” Rolf slid back, kissing her inner thighs as he moved downward. He grabbed the washcloth and washed her toes, sucking them into his mouth. No one had ever done that to her, and she whimpered, a surprising current rippling up her legs and making her ache all the more. He kissed the tip of each toe and then slithered back up her body. “You looked honestly stunned. You have very sexy toes.”

“That was a first. I liked it.”

He replied with a knowing smile and began to caress her with the now-cold cloth. She was feverish with desire, and the wetness made her shiver as he washed the paint from her skin. He paused at her breasts, being careful to only remove the paint before he flattened against her, grasping her nipple with his teeth. He tugged upon it, his tongue pushing against the hardened skin, creating a pulse against the sensitive pinkness before he released her. He did the same to the other and then shifted to her mouth. His tongue flooded between her lips, and at the same time, the solid form of his erect cock slowly filled her.

Lana gasped, her muscles inflamed, his girth stretching her in a way she had never believed possible. The memory of giving him a blow job on the way to the police department seemed ages past, and as he filled her with his abundant dick, Lana was overwhelmed. She released a small cry.

Rolf pulled back. He leaned backward, and in a fluid motion drew her upright as he knelt between her thighs. He shifted her upward and crossed his legs beneath her so they were face-to-face. His shoulders rippled with muscle, taut as he held her air bound, denying her the feel of his dick that she wanted most.

Her hands were drawn to his body, caressing him, tracing the lines of his arms as she stared at him. Begging only with her eyes, she remained perfectly still, waiting, anticipating, until he slowly lowered her quivering pussy onto his dick. She jerked away from him, and Rolf stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“Somehow I missed the size difference between my mouth and now.”

“Yeah. Everything is proportionate.”

“It’s also been a while.”

He slowly lowered her, her inner pussy gripping his stiff dick like a vise. Lana released a tiny whimper, her mouth open as she arched her back, throwing back her head. The blazing wetness within her flared hotter, the all-encompassing feel of his cock making her skip a breath. Her entire body was quivering, the added movement only serving to tighten her pussy. Rolf grunted and then leaned, sinking his teeth into her breast. “Relax that sweet, tight cunt a little. Damn, you are killing me.”

Lana laughed and then regretted the movement. Her muscles slackened slightly and Rolf filled her completely with his rock-hard dick, his mouth open as he leaned his head back in enjoyment. His fingers were grinding into the cheeks of her ass as he sucked at her breast, licking her nipple and then moving up to her mouth.

Keeping the movements slow, he shifted her, the pure strength of the action reminding Lana how powerful he was. The feel of him was intoxicating, each tiny motion urging her pussy to purr as ever-stronger surges of aching pleasure rolled around him. Rolf moved her faster, her body responding instantly to the prompt, her muscles slamming inward, releasing, and contracting rapidly, her nerves pulsing.

Lana thrashed her head. She was overwhelmed with a consecutive need to be free of him and to have him move faster as she crashed around the solid bulk of his dick. The climax stole the air from her lungs, the intensity curling her toes as her nails ground into his shoulders and she screamed.

Rolf drove his fingers into her hips, holding her down, reveling in the taut, kneading pressure around his cock. The sounds escaping her throat were an exhilarating mix of whimpers and high-pitched screeches, and he felt every muscle in her body trembling with her heartbeat. He released her, wrapping her in his arms and rocking forward and back to increase the friction between them as his cock exploded. He inhaled through clenched teeth and released a cry so deep that it resembled a wolf’s snarl.

Rolf started to laugh, sliding his hands up to capture her hair. He kissed her greedily, his breathing heavy as he sagged against her. “Oh shit. Are you okay?”

She moaned, her body occasionally jarred by a residual contraction. “I had no idea. A teddy bear has a wonderful life.”

Rolf chuckled. “What?”

“I now know what ‘stuffed’ means.”

He inhaled, choking on his laughter as he stroked her hair. “I have no clue how to reply.”

Lana’s head dropped dramatically onto his shoulder. “Oh shit! Your dick just didn’t seem that large in my mouth.” Leaning back, she wiggled her hips and frowned. “I swore that I felt you come. Didn’t you?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Because your dick is still hard, inside me.”

“I know. It has happened to me since I was a teenager. I ejaculate, but my cock doesn’t get soft. If we continue to play, it will stay stiff for a long time. If you get off, it will start to soften eventually. Do you want more?”

“But your dick didn’t stay hard in the car.”

“Yes, it did. It was dark. You assumed that because I came, it was over. I didn’t say anything. I really wanted to surprise you when the time was right.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” He pushed her back, rolling his body and straightening his legs so as not to leave the warmth of her lovely cunt. He hovered over her. “I want you on top, but with your knee I don’t think it would work.”

“I can fix that.”

“Yeah? How?”

“There is a swing in the dungeon. It allows for many different positions and puts no pressure on my knee. If you want me on top, you just position the lounger how you want it and we play.”

He rose, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s go check it out.” Lana took an uneasy step and he shook his head, lifting her into his arms. “You are going to have that knee x-rayed in the morning.”

She rolled her eyes and he moved his arms down, making her feel for a moment as if he had dropped her. She screamed, her body colliding with his arms as she fell back into them. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“I don’t like X-rays.”

“We’ll see.” He stopped outside the door and grunted. “I forgot the key. Lee locked it so no one would wander in here, and I put the key in my pocket.” He set her gently to the floor and turned, heading back into the bedroom. A moment later he returned with the key in his hand, and Lana had to suppress an urge to giggle. He glared at her. “What?”

“I don’t ever recall seeing a man walking down the hall with a saber like yours jutting from his groin, It just struck me as amusing.”

“Funny.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied as she began to laugh. “I’m not complaining. I’m just tired and I think I got another case of the giggles.”

Rolf unlocked the door, shaking his head as he watched her laugh. He hung the key behind the decorative woodland painting and then lifted her, grinning. “Now who is an ass?”

Lana buried her head into his shoulder, unable to stop laughing. He walked over to the recliner, setting her down on it. “Where is the swing?”

“In the cabinet.”

He retrieved it, snapping the top ring in the swing into the hook on the ceiling. He handed Lana the pieces, and she slipped the vest over her shoulders. She slid the rectangle band up to her knees and then stood to move it up to the base of her spine before clipping it into the vest and handing the clip to Rolf. “You snap this clip into the ring at the bottom of the bungee.” He did as she instructed, handing her the last two pieces. Lana slid them up her legs and clipped them into the same ring.

“How exactly does this work?” asked Rolf.

Lana put her hands to the vest. “This supports my upper body so I can sit up or lie back. The strap at my ass is for the lower part of my body to rest on. I can sit on it, slide it back to balance upon or push it down it under my thighs. The lower loops are for my thighs or calves depending on where the middle strap is positioned. The bungee part obviously bounces and can be adjusted with the top ring to control the height. How do you want me?”

“How can I have you?” he asked, wagging his head and his tongue at her.

“If you adjust it upward, I can put the middle band at the base of my spine and lie back so you can stand, or I can shift it so I’m sitting up and you are on the lounger. That is how the straps are currently set.”