Twist (Siren Publishing Allure) (8 page)

“Sounds hard.”

Lana had not intended to reveal this humiliating time in her life to Enar, but she had. The words had leaked out of her mouth before she could stop them, and the admission reminded her just how lonely life could be. The only thing left to do was answer him. “It was hard. It changed me, made me tougher, more independent.”

He nodded thoughtfully, silent as they headed toward home.

* * * *

Lana stood naked before him, stunned by how fast he has stripped her out of her clothing, kissing her with rampant need. He had quickly changed into a casual pair of black satin pants, his shirt absent. Down the center of his chest was the faint trace of a scar, but she didn’t think it was the right time to ask him about it. He pulled a black scarf from his pocket and with a flourish of the fabric walked behind her to tie it around her eyes. Enar took her hands, first turning her in circles and then leading her through the house. “If you get too nervous or if I do anything that causes you intolerable pain, then I don’t want you to hesitate to use your safe word. I’m always willing to modify whatever I am doing. If you use your stop word, it means that the encounter stops. It’s over. Understand?”

“Yes,” she replied, swallowing the lump of anxiety that was forming in her throat. She could hear her uncontrolled breathing, feel the cool tile on her feet, the light caress of the air from the air-conditioning vent as he urged her forward with only his fingertips touching her shoulders.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered softly, his mouth close to her ear.

“I guess.” Her heart was pounding so loudly, she feared that he could hear it.

“Your reply is supposed to be yes, but I understand your hesitation. You can trust me. I used to be very good at this.”

His words sent the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy. “Used to be?”

“The games I play with you will be games from before Sue. As I said, she wasn’t interested. I have been to the club, to keep my skills sharp, but never brought anyone home.” The floor texture changed, still cool, but the slightly hard feeling of stone tile was gone. Lana had to think the flooring was highly varnished wood, as in the rooms she had seen. “Do you have any issues with your spine, neck, shoulders, anything I don’t know about?”

“No.”

He took her left hand, wrapping it with something soft and furry and then buckling it tightly about her wrist. Enar did the other hand and then clipped her wrists together, lifting her arms above her head. Her feet remained firmly on the floor, but her upper body was slightly stretched. “Let me know if your hands go numb or start to fall asleep, okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered in growing terror. Lana suddenly came to terms with the fact that she had not thought this through, allowing the demanding desires of her body to consume and control her normally rational mind.

Enar ran his tongue from the hollow of her throat down to her breast. He sucked the nipple tightly into his mouth, grating it softly with his teeth as he flicked his tongue over the flesh. Her attention was piqued, ripples of arousal flowing through her already overheated body.

The silence in the room was complete as she waited, but Enar was gone. Lana was panting for air, each breath sounding slightly labored. Eternity seemed to pass as she strained her ears to listen. The first crack of the whip was loud and sharp, an audio threat of the pain to come. She winced, a nervous whimper escaping her throat. Time seemed to stop as she waited, and when the leather touched her skin, Lana arched away from it. Her mind was taking the experience to an exalted level, each strike of the whip causing her to twist and thrash even if it didn’t connect. When he did hit her, it wasn’t in a way that caused more than a burning sting, as if she had momentarily touched a hot pan. Her hearing became more acute, each sound he made seeming to boom in her mind. A touch of his hand left her shivering, and when he ran his finger up between the sodden lips of her pussy, Lana jerked away from him, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

He lowered her arms, rubbing them briskly and then holding them by her wrists as he moved her with his body. His pants were soft against her thighs, his chest flexing, hard muscle under soft skin. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her mouth, but he didn’t kiss her. When the backs of her knees bumped into a solid object, Lana fell backward, squealing as she dropped onto a soft surface. In her mind, she could almost see him smiling down at her, and his silence was infuriating.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a note of humor in his voice.

Lana nodded, her mouth too dry to speak. His hand lightly brushed her cheek, trailing down her throat and then wispily floating over her breasts. She was frozen in place, longing for his touch, but his hands were gone as he shackled her wrists to the sides of what felt like a table. Enar grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs toward her body. He draped them over a curved surface, enclosing her lower calves in fur-lined clips that she imagined were similar to the ones on the whipping cage at the club. She felt overly exposed, her pussy vulnerable, and she tried to force her thighs together. Enar stopped her by stepping up between her legs. “Is that hurting your knee? Don’t lie to me!”

“No.”

Enar leaned and bit her stomach, his hands sliding upward to roll her nipples in his fingers. His touch was jarring, strikes of heat rolling downward, and then his hands were gone. Lana felt him tighten something around her thighs to prevent her from moving. The feel of the cushion under her buttocks disappeared, and he roughly slapped her, the throbbing sting further verification that her lower body was suspended in the air. She swallowed back another growing pang of terror. The position not exactly painful but rather uncomfortable in the sheer openness of her sex. She could not hear or see Enar and wasn’t sure if he was even in the room until he parted her vaginal lips and skimmed her swollen clit with his tongue. The single touch was more agonizing than anything he had done with the whip, her muscles contracting and throbbing. Lana whimpered, trying to shift her hips to relieve the rampant ache. She could gain no purchase, her lower legs tightly bound. He licked her again, his fingers sliding into her wetness, stretching her, caressing her. He flexed his knuckles, applying pressure to her sensitive G-spot before he withdrew his fingers and then walked away. Lana heard his footsteps fade as if he had left the room.

“
Shit
!” she growled, panting for air against the all-consuming need in her aching pussy. It was an itch that could not be scratched or ignored in her dark, silent confinement. She tried to move, shift her hips, as minutes passed, the clock on the wall ticking as if it were inside her skull. She began to count the seconds, each passing one leaving her more anxious for his return.

Her body cooled slightly and again panic threatened at the corners of her mind. If Enar didn’t return, she was trapped and no one even knew where she was. She hadn’t spoken to Mona since the night before and had no idea if she had even turned her phone’s volume back on. Terror crept into her brain, the fear seeming to heighten her senses even more.

She didn’t hear him return, and when Enar spread her pussy and sank into it, she began to thrash against the unexpected fulfillment. The feel of his dick rubbing against her pulsing nerves became everything, his touch like fire against her skin. It was overwhelming, all encompassing, each stoke of his hand against her buttocks, her stomach, her breast, like a lightning bolt of pleasure.

Every thrust of his hips was met with a glorious blast of pulsing tingles, each one more intense than the last. In her mind, Lana pleaded with him not to stop, but she was afraid to speak the words aloud. He quickened his pace, his dick slamming into her, taking her higher until Lana screamed, her entire body clamping down, shivering, a shriek rolling from her open mouth as he flooded her with heat.

Enar snarled into the air as her muscles slammed around him and then loosened, each consecutive throb softer than the last, until Lana went limp beneath him.

Enar dropped on top of her, smothering her with kisses. “Please tell me that you enjoyed that as much as I think you did?”

“That was amazing,” she replied in a weary, breathless tone. “I have never felt anything that good. I hate you.”

He began to laugh, his chest shifting against her. “Why?”

His laughter was contagious. “I don’t know.”

Stroking her cheek, he leaned and crushed her with his mouth, kissing her wildly and then pulling back. He was gone.

Lana moaned, the air feeling icy. She was afraid that he had walked out on her again, but then he unbuckled her thighs and ankles, rubbing each leg briskly before laying it down softly. “You okay?”

“Yes.”

His lips brushed over hers, and then something spattered between her breasts. It was excruciatingly hot, burning her quickly and then cooling, hardening. It came again, flashes of heated pain moving across her breast. Her body tensed, each glorious, torturous contact flaring out, filling her with anxiety. Her mind was racing, waiting as the torment seared though her, burning into her groin like liquid fire. He was relentless, and she could almost feel the flame upon her skin, melting, dripping, as he lazily wound a trail down her stomach. Lana was petrified to move, unable to judge the height of the candle. He stopped for a moment, and in her mind, she could see him, holding the candle upright, allowing the melting wax to pool. In her silence, she waited, listening to the click of the clock, the uneven gasps of her breathing. Her body was on fire, covered with tiny tightened spatters of hardening wax that tugged upon her singed skin with each breath she took.

Lana jumped, a scream trapped behind her bared teeth, sizzling rapture filling her as he poured a solid line across the apex of her mound, the liquid congealing to catch in single strands of her slightly overgrown hair. Silence again, seconds, hours, Lana could no longer tell, her body and mind consumed by sensation.

Enar slid the blindfold from her eyes, his face and naked body shadowed in the light of a single candle. In his other hand, he held one of the pies he had purchased earlier in the evening, and before she even had a chance to consider what he was doing, he flipped it, smashing it on her chest.

Ice-cold chocolate and whipped cream covered her searing skin, oozing up between her breasts like arctic slush. Enar began to laugh, the sound filling the room. He drove his palms into the filling and rubbed it over her body. Lana shivered, moaning as Enar scooped up a handful of chocolate mash and smeared it over her lips, leaning to kiss her. The sweetness of the embrace was elegant, his palms drifting down her flesh. He played a tune upon her aching breasts, his fingers tugging and flexing her overheated nipples, the wax stretching and snapping against her skin. Leaning back, he watched her, licking his lips with approval. Enar leaned forward. His tongue was everywhere, licking her, biting her, his touch building upon the already-raging fire that flared and flickered within her pussy as it became ever wetter. Lana arched her back, whimpering but hesitant to beg him. She had no idea how he would react to her requests, honoring them or denying her because she had the audacity to speak the question. Reality was a completely different beast from what she had read.

His mouth flowed down her stomach, tiny kisses that stopped before he reached the marker line of wax above her pubic hair. He continued to stroke her sticky skin with his palms, occasionally stopping to pick a hardened piece of wax from her and flick it to the floor. “What are you thinking?”

Her rapid breathing had left her mouth dry, and she tried to suck some saliva onto her tongue. “I’m not thinking. You’ve reduced me to a state of solid sensation. How do you feel about begging?”

He chuckled, his teeth speckled with pieces of chocolate and piecrust. “Try me. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to finish this. I can’t take much more. Please.”

“Finish it how? Say it.”

“Fuck me.”

He leaned, his nose touching hers as he shook his head. “Wrong answer. I dislike that. Try again.”

“Have sex with me, fill me with your dick?”

“Better, but make it more personal. You are not a one-night stand, and I like sentiment.”

She shivered at the dark undertones in his voice. “Please, make love to me?”

Enar’s lips met hers, soft and gentle, his tongue swirling within her mouth, capturing her, claiming her. Walking down to the bottom of the lounger, he shifted over her, the pie sliding and squishing between their chests as he tapped her thighs with his fingertips. “Wrap your legs around me.”

Lana moved her legs, and he sank his wonderfully hard dick into her overheated pussy, her body reacting almost immediately as his thrusts increased, slowly at first, shifting his hips from side to side. Her nails ground into the palms of her hands, high-pitched whimpers escaping her teeth as twinges of orgasm flared and convulsed, throwing her into a climax so intense it bordered on painful. Enar snarled again, grinding his teeth and then flexing one more time before going still within her, the throbbing heat of his cum filling her with wetness.

She wilted beneath him, flexing her jaw painfully as she unclamped her teeth. He purred with satisfaction. “I’m glad I wasn’t kissing you.”

“Why?” she asked in concern.

“The way you clenched your teeth, I would have lost my tongue. Do you always do that?”

She could feel the color burn into her cheeks as she shook her head. “Never done it before. Of course, I have never come like that before either. We are so sticky.”

“Umm, we are. I really didn’t spend forty dollars on a pie for that purpose, but the idea hit me and I couldn’t resist.”

“What I tasted of it was delicious.” He scooped some of the melting chocolate and cream from her chest, lying on top of her as she licked it from his fingers.

When he stood, his skin was dark brown and flecked with bits of tan piecrust. “I think we need a shower.”

“I think you’re right. I don’t think I can stand up.”

Enar unbuckled her wrists, helping her to her feet. He gave her a moment to glance around the room, and Lana frowned. “You have your own dungeon?