Bitten by Darkness (18 page)

Jasper
groaned. “Sienna, you kill me. You're so fucking beautiful.”

She
smiled and thumbed over her nipples, gasping as sparks of pleasure shot through
her. Her pussy was wet enough now that her panties had begun to chafe.

“Yeah,
that's it. Roll your nipples between your fingers, Sienna. I want to see.”

She did
as he asked, trying not to rub her thighs together. She'd never been so aroused
before without any direct stimulation to her clit.

“Take off
your jeans, Jasper.” She bit her lip again.

He shook
his head. “No. I want to see you naked before I do.”

She
huffed, reaching down for the button of her pants.

“Uh-uh.
Not yet,” Jasper said.

She
froze.
“Why not?”

“Suck on
your finger again.” He jammed his fist against his dick, hard.

Sienna
winced. “Doesn't that hurt?”

He
nodded. “It's supposed to hurt.” He jerked his head at her. “Suck your finger.”

She
licked her lips and did as he asked. When she drew it out, she shuddered. Why
were her lips so sensitive?

“Now
smooth it over your nipple,” he
instructed,
voice
hoarse.

She did
as he asked, shuddering as the cool air hit her damp skin. “Like this?”

He nodded
jerkily and put his hands on his abdomen and slowly drew them up his chest
until he was teasing his own nipples. His cock was so hard she didn't know how
he could stand there with it trapped inside his jeans like that. Her fingers
itched to undress him, spread his legs out and swallow him down.

“Unbutton
your jeans,” she said.

He shook
his head and licked his own finger instead. Sienna felt faint. When he brought
it down and rolled his flat nipple around, her clit gave a throb and she
thought she might come just from watching him touch himself.

“Take off
your pants, Sienna,” he commanded, dropping his hands down to his jeans again.
He opened the top button.

She
gasped and undid her pants, shoving them down as quickly as she could. She
leaned back over the bottom of the bed, not caring that he could see how wet
her panties were. She was so aroused that she could smell herself, warm and
musky.

“You look
good, Sienna.”

He was
leaning against the bed, too, his hands twitching. When had he gotten so close?

“Take off
your jeans,” she asked him again.

He licked
his lips and slowly drew down the zipper. His cock strained against his cotton
boxers, the tip peeking out over the top. Was that a bead of moisture at the
crown? She looked harder. It was. Now she was the one who had to press a hand
against her core. She was so
close,
it wouldn't take
much to push her over the edge.

“Jesus,
Jasper.”

He
panted,
then
peeled his jeans off, kicking them away.
His boxers didn't cover much.

“Touch
yourself through your panties, Sienna,” he said.

His eyes
moved over her and she shivered under the heat of his gaze. She let a single
finger slip down over her clit, bulging against the silk of her underwear. “Like
this?”

He
nodded, fingers stroking the head of his cock almost hypnotically. She watched
him rub the wetness at the tip around,
then
his other
hand tugged at his balls. She moaned, flicking the finger over her clit faster.

“Stop,”
he said.

She
groaned and ignored him. So close…

“Sienna.”
He grabbed her hand, eased it away. “Put your hands at the bottom of the bed.
Hold tight.”

She
tossed her head, about to argue, but the look on his face promised retribution
if she didn't listen. Disgruntled, she wrapped both hands around the bottom
railing. It made her breasts push out from her chest.

“Spread
your legs a little,” he said.

She took
a deep breath and did as he asked. “Like this?”

He
nodded, moving back again.
“Just like that.”
He
stroked his chest again,
then
rubbed his cock. She
ached to touch him, put him in her mouth. “Gorgeous.”

“I can't
do anything like this.” She arched her back, trying to get some sort of
stimulation. The wood was cold against her skin.

“I know.”
Suddenly, he stripped his boxers off. His cock pointed straight at her, thick
and eager. The tip was slick.

Sienna's
mouth watered.

He
chuckled. “Oh, don't worry. You'll get a taste.”

She
frowned at him even as her clit gave a happy little pulse. “I am not amused,
Jasper.” On the contrary, she was feeling somewhat faint with heat.

He
stroked himself, smiling at her, seemingly unconcerned. She stared. The red
crown of his cock looked obscene coming out from between his fingers. He
fondled himself some more and she moaned. She couldn't help it. Her fingers
tightened around the wood of the bed.

“Don't
move,” he warned her.

She shook
her head. “I want to touch you.”

He
nodded. “I know.”

“Where
are you going?” He'd turned away and was rummaging for something in his closet.
She admired his ass, enjoying the way it flexed as he bent over. She could see
his balls dangling between his legs and it just made her want him more. She let
go and ran a hand over her stomach, then jumped guiltily as he turned back to
her. His eyes narrowed.

“Just for
that you're going to be punished.”

She
shuddered. How in the hell did he make her feel like this without even touching
her? “I didn't give you permission to punish me.”

He walked
over to her, running some soft leather straps between his hands. “Do you give
me permission, Sienna?” he asked, leaning close. His body heat warmed her skin,
but he didn't touch her. She arched her back again and he moved away slightly.
“Sienna?”

She
nodded, desperate for him to do something.
Anything.
“All right.”

He
smiled,
teeth white in the dim lighting. “Hold still.”

He
wrapped one of the straps around her wrist and anchored her to the bed. She bit
her lip, suddenly apprehensive.

He took
her other hand and rubbed her palm. “Trust me.”

She
breathed deeply. He smelled spicy and warm and comforting. “Why do you want
this?”

He
stilled, just as he was strapping her other hand down. “Did you ever feel as
though the world was moving too fast and nothing was permanent? I feel like
that, even though I'm centuries old. I want a home. I want a person who is
perfect for me and I want to be able to care for that person so that nothing
will ever happen to her. You're that person. I want to make you feel completely
perfect. I want to give you more than you realize you wanted.”

She
swallowed, suddenly worried. The look on his face was careful.
Unexpectedly vulnerable.
She nodded slowly, not wanting to
take that look away from him. “Mostly I just want to feel safe. I never feel
safe. I have to be strong, all the time, and sometimes I'd like to let it all go.”

He
smiled,
grey eyes bright. “That's why we fit each other so
perfectly. I want to give you exactly what you want. You're safe with me. You
will always be safe with me. Let go, Sienna.”

She
shuddered and he finished winding the leather around her. He'd left a piece
hanging near each hand that she could grip with her fists.

“If I do
anything you don't like, just say so,” Jasper said, kissing her shoulder and
stepping back.

“Okay.”
She took a deep breath.
Another.
The conversation
didn't do a thing to damp down her arousal. The ties were tight, almost
uncomfortable, but she liked them like that. She could really feel them. “I
don't know how long I can stand up.”

“Don't
worry. I'll hold you up.” He moved closer and knelt down in front of her,
nuzzling into the juncture of her thighs. She gasped and he slid his fingers
under the delicate straps that held her panties over her hips. He looked up at
her, face taut, and ripped them off her body. She groaned, yanking on the
leather.
Wow
. He just tore them right
off, holy shit, she thought.

“No
moving,” he reminded her, stepping away. She writhed, wanting to feel him
against her skin.

“Jasper,
please,” she begged.

“What do
you want?” He stroked himself again,
then
brought a
finger to her mouth.

She
suckled him, straining against the leather ties when he pulled away.

“Kiss
me,” she said, shaking against the bed.

He leaned
in and kissed her lightly. He was so gentle with her she felt tears well up.
How could she feel so broken open and so freaking aroused at the same time?

“Talk to
me, Sienna,” he murmured against her mouth.

“Bite
me,” she said, trembling. “I need you.”

He smiled
as he kissed down her cheek and nibbled at her ear.
“In due
time.”

“Please,
Jasper, touch me.” She twisted her hands, pulling at the leather. The sting of
it just increased her arousal. A trickle of moisture slid down her thigh.

“Where do
you want me to touch you?” He ghosted his mouth over her jaw, then down along
her collarbone.

“My breasts.”

He smiled
against her skin and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. She
keened, thrashing her head back and forth. It felt liked he'd put a live wire
from her breast to her clit. “More,” she demanded.

He gave
her an admonishing look, but moved to her other nipple, nibbling and sucking.
She shuddered, pushing her chest into his mouth. He ran a hand down to her hip.

“
Shh
. I'll get you there, don't worry,” he said, licking at
her. “
Mmmm
, you taste good.”

She let
her head fall, rubbing it against his hair. “So do you.” Her legs were getting
tired. She shifted.

“Don't
move,” he said, hands firming on her hips. He nipped at her breast and she
sucked in a breath. A tiny bead of blood welled up on the soft mound. She
stared at it, arousal raging through her, and licked her lips. When she looked
into his face, his eyes were nearly all black, bright grey irises swallowed up
by his pupils. Slowly, so slowly she thought she'd die before he got there, he
licked the blood away from her skin. He shuddered and pressed his erection into
her hip, like a hot, gorgeous brand. When he lifted his head, the tiny wound
was gone, but his lips were red.

“Don't
move, Sienna.” He was hoarse, from lust or hunger, she wasn't sure which. She
held still, and he brought his wrist to his mouth, nicking the skin with his
teeth.

My God,
that’s hot, she thought faintly.

A tiny
drop of his blood pearled on the surface. He brought his wrist to her mouth and
she licked it away, groaning at the sweet, hot flavor of him.

“Jasper,”
she whispered. “More.”

He
nodded, then nipped her other breast. Together they watched the cut ooze, then
he lowered his head and sucked at her, pulling strongly. It felt like he was
licking her clit and she cried out, suddenly right on the edge of a climax, but
he stopped before she could fall over.

“Jasper,
God. What are you doing to me?” She panted, feeling hot, then cold, then hot
again.

“This is
what mates do together, love,” he said, nicking his wrist again. The second cut
on her skin healed. His blood trickled down his skin and when he lifted his
wrist to her mouth, she chased it with her tongue, savoring it.

“You
taste like sugar,” she murmured.

He
nodded. “So do you.”

She
licked her lips. “More.”

He
smiled, wicked and confident.
“Of course.”

This time
he bit her abdomen, just above her mound. Sienna gasped as the pleasure
rocketed through her again. When he lifted his wrist to her, she tried to grab
his arm, but the straps kept hers in place. He bit her again, high on her
thigh, and she twisted her legs, trying to wrap them around his head. He
chuckled and set her feet back down. His blood tasted hotter and hotter with
each bite. She felt wrecked, turned inside out.

“Is there
more?” she said at one point, when he lifted his wrist away.

“Yes, a
thousand times yes,” he said, and knelt again. He lifted her legs, supporting
her weight with his arms. She gazed down the length of her body at him,
trembling, and admired the muscles of his arms. She was no light-weight and he
held her completely immobile with just his hands. He breathed deeply and she
flushed, knowing he could see all of her from that position. His face was right
near her pussy and she couldn't help trying to jerk closer.