The Passion Series (13 page)

8 – Lost

Heather realized she’d been walking most of the day. Frantically, she looked around for a familiar landmark. It was a big city, easy to get lost in. She’d needed to think things through. Yet she wasn’t sure what progress she’d made.

The afternoon had drifted into evening. She’d felt her cell phone vibrate several times in her pocket, but left it unanswered. She needed time away, just a few hours to be alone, to feel her way, to get in touch with her fears, her uncontrollable passion.

The phone vibrated her pocket again. This time she reached in to see who was calling. Yes, of course it was Ryan. He’d be wondering if she was all right. It was late. “Heather, baby, finally. You’ve had me worried. I didn’t know where you were. I feared something happened to you. Where are you?”

His voice was so welcome. Yet still she hesitated. There was no way to find the words to explain what she was going through. But Ryan’s tone was soft with her. God, she craved him, to her own detriment and even to his. “I’m here. I’m sorry I disappeared. I just needed time to think.”

It only took a minute for Ryan to deduce her location from the descriptions of what she saw around her. He requested that she go inside the nearby coffee shop. Daniel, his chauffer, would be there to pick her up. “Please, don’t go anywhere. Go inside where you’re safe.” His words echoed in her mind: “’where you’re safe.” She could be safe with Ryan. Her mind clung to the security, yet the fear continued to push to the forefront.

Fear, the fear that Ryan…what? Exactly
what
did she fear?

Daniel was there, guiding her to the car, within minutes. He’d brought her coat. It was chilly now. She kept apologizing that he had to come for her. He seemed very relieved to get her securely in the back seat and give Ryan a call to assure him they were on the way. The ride home was quicker than she would have guessed. It appeared she’d walked in circles, never really that far from the apartment.

Daniel opened the door and with a professional, yet concerned, touch he guided her into the lobby of her building, only releasing her once she was securely in the elevator with the button to her floor pushed. She mumbled, “Thank you.”

The elevator opened into the foyer outside her apartment. The door was ajar. He was waiting for her and she was suddenly anxious to see him. Heather stepped forward, knowing that her life was about to change. She pushed the door open to step inside, a fragrance reaching her even before she stepped one foot over the threshold.

9 – Love Conquers

Music played softly in the background. She instantly recognized Bob Dylan singing the song “Make You Feel My Love.” His raspy voice sang directly to her.

Heather’s eyes opened wider as she entered the main room. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Stunned at first, she looked around, wondering for a moment if she were dreaming. The entire room was filled with red and white roses. Roses were everywhere. Huge baskets held individual roses, piled up in elegant rows. A variety of glass vases held dozens of roses in every corner of the room, some were on tables, others on the floor. Everywhere she looked, there were roses. Thousands of roses flooded her senses and softened her heart. She reached out to touch the nearest petal and leaned in to smell the floral scent.

There on the table was a handwritten note. She recognized Ryan’s oversized script. Her pulse raced as she picked it up and read his heartfelt message:

My love for you knows no bounds. I can only hope with all my heart that you will be mine. I would never do you wrong. I’m waiting for you, angel.

On the table, next to the where the note had been left, was a soft black object. She picked it up in curiosity, seeing then that it was a velvet blindfold.

Her sex flooded with a wanting sensation. She needed Ryan, needed to be next to him, needed him deep inside her. Her head cleared and she became of singular purpose. Carefully, she removed all her clothes, except for her ruby and diamond necklace. Standing naked, surrounded by roses signifying the truth of Ryan’s feeling for her, she felt a warmth flow through her body.

She stepped over to the bedroom door, music still echoing through the room. Before she put her hand on the knob, she placed the velvet blindfold over her eyes and tied it behind her head. She was ready to enter.

10 – The Promise

Heather pushed the door open and stood, naked and blindfolded, willing, vulnerable. The room felt warm and inviting. Even before she felt his touch, she sensed Ryan’s presence, his male scent overriding the flowery aroma she’d just left behind.

Ryan sat naked in an overstuffed chair, sure that his heart stopped when Heather opened the door and he saw her offering herself to him. She was so beautiful, his heart ached. His penis was stiff and erect; his desire never in question.

He took a deep breath, to gather his control, as he looked at her slender form, his eyes gazing over her creamy skin. He felt his cock swell when he looked at Heather’s bare sex. She’d waxed. The soft pubic hair was gone, her feminine mound bare and smooth for his pleasure.

He stood close to her, breathing her in, and she could feel his hot breath near her cheek. He placed his hand under her jaw to lift her face so he could kiss her gently. He wanted to ravage her, but controlled his efforts, wanting to string out the pleasure, as if to take their love into eternity.

Lightly, he stroked her body with his fingertips, up and down her arms, across her belly. Heather felt her sex clench in response. Her pussy was already wet. She felt excitement at not knowing what Ryan would do to her or what to expect. It had never been like this before.

He placed his arm around her waist, guiding her over to the bed. She felt the satin sheets against the front of her thighs. He turned her around, taking all the time in the world to look at her naked beauty. He kissed her lightly on the lips and ran his tongue inside her mouth. She responded with a soft moan of pleasure.

His hands rubbed over her body, finding every curve, feeling every sensitive spot. Heather felt weak. Ryan kissed her again and whispered in her ear, “I won’t let you leave me, ever again.” He waited and Heather held her breath. “Promise me you won’t ever leave me again. Promise me.” His tone was insistent.

Heather hesitated only a moment. The emotion wrenched her. Such a promise was not easily made. Yet her love for Ryan would not be denied. That had been clear to her in every encounter.

In the instant she made the promise, all restraint dissolved. All doubts melted like shadows under a blazing sun. Her love, her desire, their passion, blazed, searing all that would block it. There was nothing separating them. She belonged with him. “I promise,” she whispered sweetly.

11 – Soft Limits

Ryan tensed at the lust that flooded his body. He wanted her more than ever. The erotic torture he had planned for her made his loins tighten and his veins flush with scorching heat.

“Bend over,” he commanded. Heather turned around and bent so her arms rested on the high bed, her naked ass completely unprotected. She jumped when she felt his hand touch her bare skin, not sure what to expect, still blindfolded. He squeezed and pinched the fleshy ass that she so openly offered.

Before releasing her from her compromising position, he swatted her once on her bare bottom, and then again, a bit harder. The creamy flesh turned pink under his hand. Heather felt the edge of fear and was surprised how much the feeling excited her.

Still blindfolded, she was unable to see what Ryan had in mind. There was an ice bucket on the side table. He turned her around to face him and laid her back on the bed. The first touch of the ice made her jump, the coldness shocking her nipple the instant it touched. Ryan played the ice over her body, making circles around her nipples. The red darts tensed in the cold and hardened to little pebbles.

Heather felt her clit tighten and a warm glow spread across her sex. Ryan kissed her cheek and bit her earlobe, never removing the ice from her exposed skin. The cold object slid down to her waist, into the recess of her belly button and across her hips.

It stopped at her naked mound and she felt the magnitude of the cold, devoid of public hair to protect her. Ryan’s hand stopped, holding the ice over her mound, and her clit pulsed. “No,” she said softly. Again, a sharp edge of fear molded into pleasure as he put the ice between her legs. She arched her back and pressed her head into the mattress.

“No,” she begged again, not sure if she meant it. Ryan ran the ice up to the front of her pussy and pushed it between the nerve-packed lips, rubbing it back and forth on her overly sensitive clit. His other hand went back up to her pouty breasts and pinched her nipples and rubbed them, lest they feel ignored.

The combination of the ice and the pain in her distended nipples had her whole body tensing in anticipation. The built-up sexual sensation was hurting her head to toe. “Ask me,” she heard Ryan demand. His hot dick was pressed against her smooth thigh and it leapt as he made his demand. “You have to ask.”

Heather’s will was overcome by the need that engulfed her. “Please, please. Please,” she gasped. And a new hard chunk of ice touched her clit suddenly, circling it with unrelenting motion, massaging it beyond her capacity to endure. Ryan’s huge cock rubbed against her thigh. He pinched her nipples hard, giving her the pain she craved. The ice melted into her soaking cleft, while the pressure and coldness massaged her clit.

Heather screamed in a soft voice and let her body go into the hard waves of orgasm, one wave after the other. She panted and flexed on the bed until she finally relaxed into semi-consciousness. Ryan held her in his arms, enjoying her pleasure as his own, breathing in her post-orgasmic aroma.

He removed the blindfold and Heather’s eyes met his. The look on her face tightened his balls against the base of his bulging cock and he nearly came on the spot. Heather looked down at his hot, hard, gorgeous penis and felt arousal stir in her.

Ryan grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted his hands in it, wanting to consume her. He put her hands over her head, holding them down with one of his hands. With his other hand, he spread her thighs. Holding his heavy cock in his hand, he rubbed the tip across her clit. Heather tightened, feeling her whole vagina respond.

Ryan kissed her breasts, licking the protruding nipples and Heather thrashed under him. “Be still, baby,” he groaned, knowing that if she continued to move he would lose it completely.

Heather felt his huge cock find her wet opening and he slid in with urgency, causing her to cry out. He began to fuck her, feeling some release of the pain in his cock. Her tight sheath clutched around him as her vaginal muscles began to convulse. Her orgasm started deep inside and Heather felt it start to consume her.

Ryan stroked harder and faster, moaning and panting along with Heather. She flexed her hips up and down as Ryan fucked her. She wanted all he could give her. With that thought, she
plunged into a second orgasm that started in her core and radiated through her entire body.

She leaned her head to the
side, and without realizing she was doing so, bit into Ryan’s arm. He didn’t even feel it. All restraint dropped and he let himself come, giving Heather every ounce he had in him. He pumped and pumped, straining into her until he collapsed, only just able to hold his weight on his elbows.

He continued to kiss her over and over, hearing her sigh with satisfaction. And then she was kissing him back, his head, neck, ears.

Their eyes locked together. Ryan was the first to speak. “I love you,” he murmured. Heather’s voice left her, her throat closed with overpowering emotion. A tear rolled down her check and Ryan wiped it away with his finger. “You are my life, angel.”

Passion Ignited –
Bonus Story

1 – Special Gift

Ryan missed Heather. That was all there was to it. He’d been with her in New York for months and it had been the best time of his life. Even though he had always known he’d have to return to Hollywood to film, it didn’t do much to relieve his heartache.

Interesting, how life can change so fast.
For years, he’d been on top, his movies raking in profits. And they still did. Being a star had plenty of rewards, but it took him away from his love. It was a relief to know that this was the last movie under his current contract. His investment company profits were more than his income from acting.

Ryan looked at the small gift he held in his hand. It was something special, and he was sure she’d like it. He planned to give the gift to her at just the right moment. After the time they’d spent together, he knew Heather intimately. Her passion excited him. A smile crossed his lips and a heat flushed through him, just thinking of the last time they’d been together.

At least she would be visiting tomorrow. Right now, that seemed like an eternity away. If only he could hold her in his arms, right that second. That annoying ache in his heart nagged at him again. It was just too hard, living apart, even if only temporarily.

He slipped the small gift into the drawer next to the bed on Heather’s side, pleased with himself. He only had to endure one more day before she’d be in his arms again. The memory of her silky skin, the soft feel of her golden curls and her pouty lips; he remembered vividly and it drove him crazy.

A voice shook him out of his reverie. “Are you ready, sir?” Daniel was always looking out for him. Yes, he did need to get to the studio early. The drive would give him a chance to review the script for today’s filming and start getting into character, so he was glad to be chauffeured. His mind was distracted. He’d have to make an effort to focus today.