“Why did you turn your back on me?” I asked and he frowned, folding his arms across his chest. Then he motioned with his hand an order, voicing it at the same time.
“Ask me something else.” I rolled my lips to stop from smiling as I put both my hands to my waistband, popped open the top button of my jeans and pulled it open, showing him a tiny hint of my black, lace panties. Then I stopped suddenly and looked up at him with feigned innocence.
“Oh, what a pity,” I said biting my lip and giving him my best seductive look. He narrowed his eyes, zoning in on my underwear and the usual rumble of a slight growl rose from his chest.
“How often do you…how should I put it, conduct your business in the Temple?” I asked instead, knowing I would get the answer I wanted eventually…well that was if he wanted to see me with my pants off.
“Usually when the moon is full,” he answered with ease and I thought back to how many times, since I had known him, he had been down there playing at judge, jury and executioner. He nodded to prompt an item from me in return and I nearly laughed when I saw his face, after I pulled the clip from my hair and threw it to him.
“I hardly think that counts,” he complained.
“Well you had your chance at something bigger…” I said shrugging my shoulders and letting my hair fall all around me as I pulled it from its twist. It flowed down in waves and framed my body that was still mostly clothed…much to Draven’s disapproval.
“When you first met me…”
“In the forest.” Draven butted in and this time I was the one to make a ‘Tut, tut’ sound.
“Easy there, tiger, that wasn’t my question.” I told him laughing, making him try to hide a grin.
“No, my question was how often did you come to me at night when I was sleeping?” At first, he looked uncomfortable as if he wouldn’t answer that one as well, so I took pity on him and lifted the bottom of my top, letting him know his reward. Oh, this worked, I thought with my own grin.
“Every night…next,” he said firmly and my mouth dropped. Every night?
“I am waiting, Sweetheart,” he told me, no doubt liking my reaction. I bit my lip once and lifted my top up, throwing it to his awaiting hand. My hair fell down around my now nearly naked torso and he lifted the material to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“Mmm…so fucking sweet,” he rumbled out the compliment as if he was close to forgetting this game and just taking me without another word uttered. I was just glad I was wearing matching underwear and one of the nicer sets I owned.
“Why every night?” I asked feeling the intensity of this game reach a new level thanks to the way he was looking at me. It reminded me of a wild, caged beast that wanted to devour its captor the second it got close enough.
“Because I was addicted,” he told me and I sucked in a startled breath. He had been addicted to me…even then?
“Addicted?”
“Yes…now you owe me two pieces,” he told me and I was about to argue when he said,
“You know the rules, Pet.” Then he tapped his fingers across his lips in waiting. I smiled and said,
“Fine, you wanna play, I can play.” Then I bent each leg and pulled each sock off before throwing them at him. He chuckled, nodded his head in respect and said,
“Touché.”
“Did you ever see me naked?” I braved asking and I saw his lips twitch once before he looked at his fingertips as he answered me,
“I might have.”
“Draven!” I shouted his name in horror, then added,
“So, you stalked me!?” He just shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing and then said,
“You were always mine to stalk…that’s another two,” he said nodding to my body and I decided to get him back by pulling down my gloves and throwing them at him as I had done with my socks.
“I think you will find you are quickly running out of accessories, Keira.” And he was right, I was. All I had left was a bra, knickers and my trousers, which he wasn’t getting until he answered me my previous question…or at least that was the plan.
“Three questions left…which will you choose next I wonder?”
“Did you ever…” I was just about to chicken out on my question and he arched one dark brow in question.
“Did I ever what…? Ask me, Keira,” he said seductively leaning forward, this time with an elbow to his knee and a chin resting on his clenched fist.
“…Fantasise about me…sexually?” His eyes widened as it was clear I had shocked him with my brazen question. He licked his lips as if they had gone dry before granting me a bad boy grin. Then he answered me with only one word,
“Often.” I swallowed hard and then reached behind my back to unclip my bra. I then reached up and slowly pulled each strap down my arm, feeling the sensual action heat my blood and I gave the slightest of moans…one Draven heard, if the growl was anything to go by. The second growl however was due to me bringing my hair forward and covering my breasts with golden waves that looked pink in the spot lights.
“What…what happened in them?” I asked feeling the flush bloom in my cheeks, one he noticed.
“I had many…” He paused a second and he tapped his cheek as if giving it thought and then a bad boy grin was back and crossed his lips again. That’s when I knew he had found one from his memory.
“…but do you want to hear my favourite? Is that what you’re asking me for Keira, to hear what naughty thoughts would keep me up at night and leave me hard and wanting you?” This time my mouth went dry at the thought of him lay in that bed of his late at night, touching himself to the thought of everything he wanted to do to me. In the end, I couldn’t find my voice so kept it simple and nodded, or I feared any sound I made right now would only come out as a high-pitched squeak.
“You would be asked to work late and one by one my people would be asked to leave the VIP, until before long I had you all to myself…A little like now in fact,” he told me, pausing to look around the empty room.
“And?” I asked in a small voice.
“And I would demand your presence and knowing how difficult it is for you to deny your boss, you naturally obeyed.”
“Obeyed?” I asked with a laugh.
“Yes, obeyed Keira, it is after all my fantasy, and you do so love to obey me in them,” he teased leaning closer now and lacing the last of his sentence with sexual context thanks to a velvet soft voice.
“I would then stand,” he continued, standing himself.
“Then I would offer you my hand and simply ask you to step up onto my table,” he told me holding out his hand to the pretend version of me, playing out his role just as he had done.
“You’re teasing me,” I told him giggling but then the look he gave me told me I was wrong.
“Am I? Then ask yourself, who started this game, Beautiful?” I bit my lip as I asked myself the question…had he done this because it was always a fantasy of his?
“Then I would demand you strip for me and I would sit back and admire your body as you presented it to me bit by bit…I practically recall the same blush that would heat not only your cheeks but also the rest of your body… as it does now,” he said nodding to where a blush had appeared.
Of course, it didn’t help as I tried to think back and wonder how far and fast would I have run away if he had made such a demand…shy wouldn’t have been a strong enough word for it!
“And…and then?” I asked in hushed tones.
“And then, well once naked and ready for the picking, I would throw you over my shoulder, take you to my bed and tie you to it so that you could never get away...” He came closer towards me and I asked,
“And um…after that?” He nodded to my jeans and I forgot my past question, caring little for it now he had suckered me into his fantasy. So, I pushed them down passed my bum and down my legs, kicking them off to the side. His eyes flashed purple and I knew he liked what he saw. I was naked other than my panties and he looked close to tearing the
m from me with his teeth.
“It is simple, once I had you at my mercy then I wouldn’t stop torturing your delicious body until I had you screaming and begging me to cease…After that…well I would just take what I wanted from you, begging or no begging…I would consume you! Now come here,” he ordered and I decided to see how far I could push him. I crossed my arms over my naked breasts and looked down at the last piece of clothing I had on then back up at him.
“Nope, sorry no can do,” I told him throwing him some sass.
“No? Are you denying me, little Vixen?” he asked in a dangerously low tone that had me close to caving first.
“You know the rules Draven and we can’t break the…Ahhh!” I ended up finishing my sentence with a scream as suddenly the table rocked towards Draven thanks to the legs snapping like twigs. Draven caught me as I slid towards him.
“Oh, look what I caught…You were saying something, sweetheart?” he said in a cocky tone before righting the table and making the heavy carved legs reform with a crack.
“You don’t play fair.” I told him and he laughed and replied,
“I never said that I did.” Then sat me on the table and once there, he took his rightful place, stepping in between my legs. He took hold of my wrists in both hands to place them behind my back.
“What…what are you doing?” I asked in a tentative voice.
“Playing by my rules,” he said taking back his control over me. Then he transferred both my wrists into one grip, easily holding them thanks to his large hands. This allowed one hand free to run his fingers up through my hair line before pulling my lips to his roughly. Once there he finally got his opportunity to devour me.
He kissed me with such fever I was panting by the time he tore his lips from mine. My heaving chest must have taken his fancy next as he growled low before pulling at my wrists at the same time gripping my hair so that he could pull all of my body back in sync. It made me arch up and he didn’t waste a second before feasting on my breasts.
“Ahhh…Draven.” I moaned his name as the erotic sensations shot through me and straight down to my soaked core. But none of it was enough for Draven as his tastes for me lay elsewhere. He released my hands and pushed me down so my back was flat against the table. Once there, he issued his next demand for me to obey.
“Raise your hands above you and leave them there,” he ordered and I did it without question, well that was until he sat down, spread my legs and yanked me to the edge of the table.
“Draven no! Umm…can’t we just…I mean, I…” I started to make excuses as my embarrassment was nearly making my cheeks melt. He chuckled and pushed me back down with a hand to my chest, rising from his seat momentarily.
“Easy sweetheart, I won’t hurt you. I just want a taste of what is rightfully mine. Now relax and do as you’re told,” he told me and I swallowed down the shy lump, before giving in to his commands. He once more pried open my shaky legs, smirking down at me as if he enjoyed seeing me squirm and that was all part of the fun.
Oh yes, he was enjoying himself alright, especially when he ran a knuckle down the seam of my panties, brushing along my clit and making my legs jerk as if I had been touched by a cattle prod.
“Hands, Keira” he reminded me and I looked down to see that they were currently trying to stop him from doing that again. He nodded above me and I did as I was told, trying this time to keep them there.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, this time running a fingertip down the centre and I bit my lip, as my shame doubled. He was taking his time, making me suffer as he began by feeling the length of my inner thighs but stopping before he reached the black lace that still covered me.
“Draven I…” I started to protest again when he dipped lower and this time to my horror he ran his nose up my panties and inhaled deep.
“Your scent is intoxicating, like forbidden fruit spilling its nectar…just begging to be tasted,” he told me and I shrieked a little when he suddenly caught the side of my underwear and snapped it. Then, ever so softly he touched me where most of my arousal was gathered and I sucked in a quick breath when he placed it to his lips and sucked in two fingers glistening with my ‘nectar’. He let his head fall back as he closed his eyes and muttered,
“By the gods,” to himself. It was almost like being allowed to try the wine before the waiter poured you a glass from the bottle.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” he told me and up until that point I hadn’t realised I had been holding my breath. The second I filled my lungs all the air quickly left me once again as he dived in, taking my most private place into his mouth. I cried out and arched my back, forming peaks with my breasts.
This was when he didn’t just devour me there…no, instead he made a meal out of me. He sucked and licked and nipped out at my tender flesh. He lapped me up like he couldn’t get enough, like a man who had found the fountain of youth or the secret to immortality. Of course, Draven didn’t need these things but that didn’t take away from what he obviously wanted…or was it more like needed?
He was acting like a man possessed, and with the onslaught of what his mouth was doing to me and my impending orgasm approaching, the intensity became too much to bear. I tried to shift from him but he growled over my clit, making it vibrate. Then he secured his hold on me, with his arms under my legs and hands gripping the tops of my thighs, yanking me up and anchoring me to his ravenous mouth.
I could barely take the pleasure as he refused to let up on my over sensitive bundle of nerves and even when I felt close to bursting, he simply fought harder against me trying to get away. Then he pulled his lips from me and cruelly asked me the question,
“You want to come…you want to come for me to taste, Vixen of mine?” I could barely form the words and he knew it but I would have agreed to anything he asked if he just let me fall into the abyss of euphoria.
“Yes…oh please, yes, yes,” I said and then ended up crying out quickly after, when he penetrated me with two strong fingers. His mouth went back to my clit and both worked in perfect rhythm, dancing on my nerves.
“Draven…Draven…DRAVEN AHHHH!” I screamed his name as I felt it explode from me in wave after wave of shuddering bliss. I even felt the tears force their way from my closed lids it was so powerful.
“Please…please, I beg of you, no more…no more.” I begged over and over until finally he turned my pleas into actions of mercy. He finally let up on my most sensitive, abused and no doubt swollen part of me. No, now instead he took great pleasure in leisurely licking me clean until all evidence of my release had been consumed. He was just making me moan as he pulled his fingers from me and I could still feel my inner muscles pulsating and clinging to them as if trying to hang on that moment longer. These too he licked clean.
“Mmm, fantasy just can’t compare to the exquisite taste of reality,” Draven said making me cover my face with both hands and moan again, this time out of shame, making him laugh. He took hold of my hands and pulled me up to sitting so that he could see the embarrassment there for himself.
“I believe I owe you an answer as payment for that one, darling,” he told me kissing me softly on my lips and I couldn’t say that I hated being able to detect my womanly taste hiding there. I bit my lip and pushed my hair behind one ear, wondering if asking what I really wanted to know would be considered as bad timing.
“Ask me sweetheart,” he told me as if he knew from my sheepish look what I wanted to know.
“Why did you turn your back on me?” I asked, looking down at my joined hands and playing with my fingers so that I wouldn’t have to look at him when I asked this. I felt his bent finger under my chin before he applied pressure making me look up at him.