Twist (Siren Publishing Allure) (35 page)

Rolf laughed. “I figured you needed to be cooled off a bit.”

Lana said nothing, shivering violently, her teeth chattering as the air-conditioner blew over her skin. Rolf removed the soggy blindfold and began at her face, the towel soft and scented with something sweet and fruity as he dried her with it. He lingered over her breasts, stroking her skin as he dragged the nipples into his teeth. Her body instantly responded, the momentary lapse in her arousal raging back to life like a freshly stoked bonfire. He moved downward, the feel of his mouth harsh and wet, the soft fluff of the towel intoxicating. He dried her slowly, and Lana hadn’t even realized that he had released the tethers that were clipped to her ankle cuffs until he lifted her by the thighs and slid her down over his hardened cock.

She gasped for air, her muscles agonizingly taut, arguing with her about the stretch required to accept him. He stopped for a moment, letting her adjust, and then released her legs. Lana’s hands were still cuffed and her body slipped downward slowly, gravity taking control. Rolf remained still. Lana wiggled the soles of her feet and found purchase on the wooden bench that usually sat across the room. She shifted, the position odd, her shoulders still pinned against the wall.

“I’m all yours, Lana, but I’m not moving.”

His palm grazed her hip, and she grimaced, waiting for the slap to her ass. It didn’t come as he urged her lower body forward and pushed up the narrow wooden seat that she had been resting her ass against. He leaned back, not touching her, but simply offering his body with no other stimulation. Lana wanted desperately to stroke the contours of his chest, his arms, and it infuriated her that he had left her hands shackled. She shifted, having almost no room to maneuver as she moved her hips, rocking her legs to build up friction around his dick. Her pussy was burning almost as hot as the skin on her ass, but what little movement was possible was doing nothing more than keeping her arousal piqued. She tried to readjust her legs, hoping to wiggle them to the floor to allow for more movement, but he had shifted the bench up so far, she couldn’t get her feet off it. Her knees were bent up almost to her chest, and she twisted her legs, trying to slide them around his body. He swatted her calf with the flyswatter. “Is this hurting your knee?”

“No.”

“Then keep your feet where they are.”

Lana tried to bounce, the movement straining her shoulders and making her stop. She was trapped, his rock-hard dick so solid within her that she felt filled beyond belief. She gave up on trying what seemed to make sense and began to roll her hips, her stomach muscles flexing as she did a modified belly dance. The figure-eight-type movement worked perfectly, the friction it caused within her pulsing pussy enthralling. The intensity of the gloriously hot twinges of orgasm flared to life, a pulsing heartbeat of muscles that expanded and then imploded within her. Lana cried out, the rapid, almost violent throbbing of her pussy around the bulk of his cock almost unbearable. She thrashed against him. Her entire body twitched in tune with the drumbeat within, her breathing punctuated with mewls that rose from her groin into her throat.

The agonizing thunder within her slowed, and she relaxed slightly and then went limp, the spasms sapping away every ounce of strength. “Oww.”

“What’s wrong?”

“My left shoulder hurts.”

Rolf leaned, unbuckling her wrist and grimacing as he saw the brilliant red band around it. He cautiously lowered her arm, and Lana opened her mouth, gasping for air. “Hold tight. Let me get your other arm down.” He set her hand down in her lap and then released the other hand. Rolf gently lifted her off his body by the cheeks of her ass and slid back. He kept her steady as she got her footing and then slid the bench back with his calves. “Grit your teeth, I’m gonna lift you and take you into the kitchen, where I can get a better look at your arm. Ready?”

“Yeah.”

He gently lifted her, and Lana whimpered in pain, gritting her teeth as she shivered. He slowly walked with her into the kitchen, flipping on the light and then setting her down in a chair. Lana moaned and leaned back against the table. Her breathing was broken by the pain in her arm and she closed her eyes, blowing out breaths in an attempt to control it. Rolf started at her wrist, gently flexing it. “Does it hurt?”

“No. Just my shoulder. The pain is going down my arm.”

He felt her arm, assessing her pain level by watching her reaction. The moment he moved up to her shoulder he knew what was wrong. “Damn, lady. Did you really climax that hard?”

“What do you mean?”

“You fucking pulled your shoulder out of joint.” Rolf didn’t give her time to consider his words as he pulled and twisted to release the bone and allow her joint to snap back into place. Lana screamed and then went limp.

“Move your fingers.” She wiggled her fingers, her rampant breathing slowing slightly as the intensity of the pain faded. “Now slowly move your arm.”

She lifted her arm, flexing and bending it in different directions to assess her ability to do so. “It still hurts a little, but not like it did.”

“I should really force you to go to the hospital. The problem is that they will be locking me up for abuse. I forgot what you said about bruising easily.” He laughed guiltily, his hair falling down over his eyes. “You are going to be covered with them. Does your ass hurt?”

“Now that you mention it. My arm made me forget all about my ass.”

“We need to go out of town and buy a bunch of ice packs.”

“Actually, I would rather take advantage of your saber.”

Rolf turned the chair and then lifted her, leaning her ass gently against the table. He stared into her eyes. “Your arm should be in a splint. Don’t use it, and you have to take it easy. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

She shifted her legs up around his waist, letting her arm hang to the side as she wrapped the other one around his neck. Lana used her tongue to draw circles upon his lips and then wiggled it between them, his mouth reactive to the touch. Rolf filled her with his stiff dick, the kiss continuing until he gently pushed her back. “Lie down,” he said as he supported her back with his hand. He shifted her body to get a better angle and then began to rub her clit with his finger. “Do you prefer any particular direction?”

“Yes, clockwise.”

Pursing his lips, he made a circle in the air with his finger and then slowly rotated his hand downward, threatening but not actually touching her. Lana giggled, tilting her head slightly as she gazed at him.

“What?”

“I was just considering how evil you looked earlier compared to how gentle and playful you appear now.”

“Really, I looked evil?”

“Kind of. You were really into controlling me and tormenting me. It showed in your expression.”

“I told you that at one time I was really heavy into sadism. I enjoyed today, but seeing you with tears in your eyes because of your shoulder broke my heart. I wouldn’t have felt that way before. I would have enjoyed the added pain as I popped your shoulder back into joint. It doesn’t change the mind-set when I’m really into it though. It just changed the after. I will never take you with your arms tightly chained again.”

“I enjoyed it, even though you scared me a bit with your attitude.” The expression of concern that overtook his face made Lana shiver. “What?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you said that I scared you.”

“You did, but not in a way that would make me not trust you. I know you didn’t fuck up my shoulder on purpose. It was an accident. If anything, it was my own fault.”

“I think it was combined fault.” He rocked his hips, drawing her attention back to their joined bodies. He grinned, his finger softly stroking her clit in a tight circle that grew wider as he teased her.

Lana moaned, her mouth opening as her eyelids slid slightly closed.

Rolf smiled, watching her face. Her eyes were extremely expressive, showing clearly that she was adoring his attention. He quickened the pace slightly, stroking her in tune with the thrust of his hips. His intention was to take her into oblivion and then continue to see if they could beat the goal of ten.

* * * *

Lana howled. The repeated climaxes without so much as a pause were making her insane. She went slack on the tabletop, still quivering with reaction.

The doorbell chimed, and she grunted in disbelief. “Who the hell is at the door?”

“Got me,” replied Rolf. “They have horrible timing. So much for breaking a record. Do you think you can get the door? I have a slight problem.” He moved away from her, his saber still dagger straight.

Lana smiled. “Mine may not be visual, but I am no less aroused. My twat is becoming accustomed to continuing all night.” She slid off the table. The moment her feet hit the floor, Lana began to drop, her knee completely unable to support her.

Rolf grabbed her, lifting her with his arm across her stomach and setting her back into the chair. “I guess not. Let me go get our robes.”

The doorbell chimed again, followed by a hard knock. “Mrs. Manard, are you okay? We heard someone scream. Please open the door, this is the Ridgefield police.”

“Oh fuck.” Lana looked at her wrists, knowing that her robe wouldn’t hide the bruises. The ones on her legs would also be obvious, and she groaned.

She stood and was about to hop across the kitchen when Rolf put his arm around her. “What are you doing?”

“I was going to hop to the sink. The island will hide my legs and I can put gloves on as if I were doing the dishes.”

Rolf swept her upward and deposited her in front of the sink. Lana slipped on her robe and took a pair of long plastic gloves from the cabinet, slipping them one. Rolf deposited an array of dishes in the sink and tugged on his robe before going to answer the door. “Hi, can I help you?”

“What took you so long to answer the door?”

“I was in the bathroom,” he replied, turning to hide his erection.

The officers walked past him, and Rolf made a face at Lana, sticking out his tongue as he adjusted his robe.

“We heard a woman scream.”

Lana shook the soap from her hands, stifling an urge to laugh. “That would be me. I was thinking there was a dirty cup on the counter, and when I turned to check, my knee gave out. I managed to catch myself but smacked my leg good on the island. Can we help you with something?”

The two officers looked at her suspiciously, seeming to examine what they could see of her. The younger officer said, “We are doing a follow-up on this morning. May we sit down?”

“Of course.” Lana tested her leg and then limped to the island, taking a seat.

Rolf walked past her. He lifted her leg and then opened the freezer, taking out an ice pack. He wrapped it in a towel and applied it to her leg. “I keep telling you that if you put ice on things they don’t bruise as badly.”

Lana rolled her eyes. “A fly could land on me and I would get a bruise from it. Stop acting like an EMT.”

Rolf growled at her and she smiled. She turned to the officer. “Sorry. His late brother asked him to take care of me, and he takes the request very seriously. What are your questions?”

“Officer Rinds’s report was a bit vague. Can you tell us what happened?”

Lana repeated the tale of the afternoon fire and then shrugged. “That’s it. I went into town because I didn’t want to sit here alone.”

The older officer looked at Rolf. “Where were you, sir?”

Rolf calculated out the time. “I was buying a car. The rental car was too expensive and I decided during the flight home from California to just buy one. Why? We didn’t do anything.”

“Isn’t Ms. Niles your ex-girlfriend?”

“Yes. We broke up about six or seven months ago. Why?”

“And she followed you here to Connecticut?”

“I didn’t know she was here until Lana told me on the phone earlier. I thought she was still in California. She left all of her things at my house. I packed them up and put them in the back bedroom, and she hadn’t gotten them, so I kind of assumed she was still hanging around. I had been in Egypt, and when I came home, I was taking care of a new exhibit showroom. My brother was sick and I was traveling back and forth here. I wasn’t home much and I really didn’t miss her. When my brother called me to say that he didn’t think he was going to live to see another day, I left Jessica a note with some money and left. My housekeeper is staying until the house is sold.”

“So you haven’t seen her in six months?”

“I saw her a couple of days ago when she showed up to make a scene at my brother’s memorial gathering. Other than that, no. Why are you asking me all these questions? I wasn’t even here when she got burned.”

“Ms. Niles died during the night.”

Rolf sighed. “I’m sorry to hear that. Look, I wanted her out of my life. I gave her half a million to move because I knew that I was moving here and I didn’t want her here with me. I certainly didn’t want her dead.”

He set his face into his hands, rubbing his temples with his fingers. Lana put her hand to his shoulder, consoling him and knowing that it looked odd with the yellow gloves on. She gave the officer a thin smile. “Is there anything else? It has been a very long day and I would really like to finish the dishes so Rolf and I can sit and talk about this.” She yawned, automatically covering her mouth and then looking at the glove. “I hate taking these off before I’m finished, because they are so hard to get back on when they are wet inside.”

The officers nodded in understanding, the odd way they had been looking at her hands fading out. “If there is anything else, we will call you, Mrs. Manard. Thank you for your time.”

“I hope that I helped.” Lana removed the ice from her calf. She hobbled around the island and walked behind them to the door. The older officer looked at her leg, grimacing. “That looks pretty bad. You should have that checked out.”

Lana smiled. “I have this funky platelet thing with my blood and it makes me bruise really easy. It’s not as bad as is looks.”

The younger officer considered her for a moment. “My sister has some medical condition which makes her platelets stick together. If she so much as bumps herself, she gets a bruise.”