7 Days of Seduction (8 page)

"Give a girl some warning, why don't you?" Brief though the sting was, it set up the corresponding dread of the next drop.

"No anticipation, no fun, Ash."

Another drop seared the opposite cheek and she clenched them together as she gripped the bar at her head.

"This is supposed to give who pleasure?"

A stream of burning sensation sang its way up the small of her back. Ashley squealed and ground her face into the towel. "Stop, Hunter. I don't like this."

"How about one more try?"

"It burns. Is my back blistered?"

He chuckled. "No. There isn't even any redness under the wax."

Another searing stream across her left cheek brought her up off the towel. "Stop it, Hunter. Stop. Stoplight. Red. Red!"

"Okay, babe. Relax. Let me try something else."

"No, don't try anything—" Blessed coolness stroked up her heated flesh. "Ahh. God that feels good. What did you—"

"Ice. It can also be used in conjunction with wax play. I hoped you'd like one or the other." As he spoke, the ice traveled smoothly over her back, up to her shoulders. She'd have thought it too cold, but he didn't linger in any one place, so the sensation had sensual overtones, not the painful ones of the hot wax. Rivulets of cool water snaked down her flesh, creating a pleasantly familiar tension in her groin. Perhaps part of this adventure had merit after all.

A clink of ice on glass and a glacier cascaded over her butt, first one cheek, then the other. Then the icy delight slid down the crack of her ass and she groaned as the tension wound tighter. He paused just before her asshole, and her anticipation soared. Would he really?

The hard cube kissed her tender flesh and Ash shivered, though the cold was only part of it. Round and round he rubbed as trickles of melting ice dripped down to her pussy. She started to pant and moan as sparks gathered low in her belly. The cube edged just inside her anus, a hot/cold sensation that drove her wild. Oh how she wanted to come now.

"You want to come now, babe?"

She hadn't realized she'd spoken aloud, but growled out a, "Yes," and wiggled her butt. The cube disappeared to be replaced by his cold thumb, thrust into the warm channel. She hovered on the brink.

"Please, Hunter, I need more."

"Okay, babe." Another clink and ice descended on her pussy, eliciting a gasp. Then into her pussy. The icy hotness moved in unison in both places.

"Oh God. Ahh. Oh, fuckin' ay!" Ashley catapulted into an orgasm that electrified her. Every nerve seemed to explode as she laid twitching, ass and cunt spasming in wave after wave of pleasure, before spiraling downward into oblivion.

When she finally knew anything again, she lay on her back spread eagle on the bed Hunter's face hovering into view. She smiled lazily at him. "Now on to your portion of the adventure?"

"Oh, I trust you'll enjoy it too, Ash."

"I'm counting on it." She watched him tear the black condom package open and roll it over his fully erect dick. As he positioned himself between her legs, his hot gaze took in every vulnerable inch of her, making her breath quicken.

"Grasp the bars, Ash and try not to let go."

She stared at him, but complied. Immediately, her breasts thrust toward him, temptations for his attention. The position also opened her body to him, vulnerable in every spot.

He reached into the bowl beside him and produced another ice cube. Her pussy clenched at the memory and warmth flooded her body. Leaning over her, he stroked it underneath her breast, then up and around the areola. Her nipple sprang to attention, even without the cold touch. That came soon enough, hardening the already taut flesh into a bullet point.

"Jesus, Hunter."

"I thought you might like that. And this." He shifted the ice to the other hand, so now he gave her left nipple an ice bath while he sucked the right one into his hot mouth and tormented it with tongue and teeth.

"Ahh." She squirmed. Exquisite extremes of hot and cold raced over her body, igniting a firestorm of desire inside and out.

He switched breasts, the sensations heating her groin once more. "You ready for more?"

"Yes." God, she wanted to explode again.

She shuddered as he ran the melting ice down her abdomen, over her mound, to her clit. He pressed with icy fingers, rubbed, tweaked her clitoris until she ached with need. "Put your dick in me, Hunter. Please. Please. I want to feel your hot dick now."

"Whatever the lady wants." He positioned his cock at her entrance and with a sharp thrust filled her. He rolled her nipples, still hard from his earlier play, and pinched, almost bringing her to climax.

She groaned until the room filled with the sounds of her passion. He thrust again and again, pounding her until she thought she'd split in two.

"Come for me, Ash." He stared at her as he slammed into her over and over, the fierce determination in his face declaring his need for her to find pleasure first, before he could release to his own. He tugged on her breast with his teeth, nipped the peak hard, and her squeal pushed her over the edge into another violent and vibrant orgasm. Hunter followed her immediately, his guttural cry loud in her ear. He had actually waited for her to come first. Ashley sagged and let go the bars, exhausted but supremely content. Whatever he wanted from her, she was his.

After a minute or two, Hunter rose off her, and she clung to his big, warm body. "Let me blow out the candles, love." Reluctantly, she let go, but he came back almost immediately, pulled the duvet up over them, and cradled her as she sought to hold him. They compromised--he held her spooned against his chest and she wrapped her arms around his.

"Stay the night?" She hesitated, almost afraid to ask.

"Fuckin' ay." He squeezed her, nuzzled her neck.

As she relaxed against him, the realization swept through her that she could never go back to an ordinary lover now. Hunter had spoiled her for anyone else. So she would have to make certain they stayed together. No matter what it took.

Day 6

Three's Company

Ashley opened her eyes, conscious of someone stirring in the grayish pre-dawn light of the room. Groggy, she struggled to sit up, peering at the figure at the end of the bed.

"Sam?"

"Hunter."

Drowsiness fled as she sat straight up, stole her hand under the covers to the slight warmth of the mattress beside her.

"You're leaving?" It was still dark for God's sake. "You said you'd stay the night."

A low chuckle and the faint sound of a shirt being pulled over his head. "I did, babe. It's 5:30, time for me to head to the gym."

"So early?" She shuddered, thinking of all that exercise. But God, she loved the results.

"It's the only time I can work out during the school year, so I just make it my routine year-round."

She could make out his outline better now as the room brightened. He stepped into his shorts and she knew a pang of loss as the zipper clicked. No adventures this morning then. "Are you coming back tonight?" She hated the pleading sound of her voice, but the sickening thought that he wouldn't be back made her ball up her fists in the covers. Maybe she should have asked
when
he was coming back tonight, not give him a chance to say no.

"Of course."

Relief swept through her, though after she'd caved over the alcohol last night she'd been pretty sure he'd return.

"Our week's not quite over, is it?" He sat on the bed to tie his shoes. "We've still got tonight's adventure, don't we?"

She nodded, anticipation already causing her pussy to twitch. How on earth would he top last night's mind-blowing orgasms? But damn, he was welcome to try.

"I'll pick you up at the office for dinner, then we'll come back here for some dessert.'

"Dessert?" She doubted he had chocolate cake in mind.

"So to speak." His smile gave her the wickedest feeling, as though she was being naughty just looking at him.

He leaned over, gripped her head and pulled her into a kiss. They engaged in a frenzy of tongues, lips, and teeth as he pressed her back into the bed. Umm. Maybe the shorts were coming back off. But he released her, sat up and ran his hand down the valley between her breasts.

"Tonight." With a quick move, he tweaked both her nipples--hard enough to bring them to granite points instantly. Her pussy clenched, seeking a hardness it couldn't find.

"Oh, you tease." She melted into the bed, hunger raging through her body.

"Anticipation, babe." He stood and grabbed his gym bag. "It's a fantastic aphrodisiac."

"Like I need one with you around."

He laughed, and headed out of the room, leaving her to doubt the merits of using the showerhead for non-shower purposes. After Hunter, nothing else came close.

* * * *

"Not even a hint? Come on, Hunter." Ashley tried her best wheedling voice, even though she knew it would do her no good. God knew he was a stubborn man and if he said no he meant it.

Secretly she liked that about him. She'd been able to boss Sam around for most of their relationship; other guys, the few there had been, had let her call the shots. Until they got tired of her and left. Only Hunter had taken charge of their relationship—if six days of fucking could be called a relationship—and she loved that dominance as a welcome change. She tried hard not to think about the end of their week.

They pulled into her driveway, the gravel crunching loudly under the tires of his black BMW convertible. He shook his head, smiling while he cut the engine.

"We're here now, Ash. You'll find out soon enough."

She waited for him to come around and open the door for her. For all Hunter's "colorful" approach to sex, he'd proved oddly traditional about things like opening doors for her. The ten- minute lecture on why she should let him indulge himself in that particular vestige of chivalry wasn't something she cared to repeat. Especially not when she wanted to find out just how "colorful" he wanted to be tonight.

After what seemed an eternity, he opened the door and handed her out. She shot him one more pleading look. He shook his head and she sighed, then let him shepherd her toward the house. He placed his hand intimately on the small of her back, and she marveled again at the heat he generated within her. The apricot silk dress she wore provided a minimum barrier against the onslaught of fire that seemed to ripple across the surface of her skin and penetrate directly to her inner core. Whatever he had planned, he had better not have a whole lot of foreplay involved. If so, she'd combust.

Once inside, she looked to him, raised her eyebrows. He was the director of this sex-fest. Time to put the actors into play. His tantalizing smile made her legs weak. He pulled her to him, but made no other move than to stare into her eyes, seducing her with their penetrating gaze. After an eternity, he lifted a hand to brush back a stray wisp of hair, though he touched no other part of her body.

"Go into your bedroom and undress. Turn back the duvet and lay down on the bed. I'll be there shortly." The deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver through her. She shot him a quick smile and forced herself to saunter out of the living room when she wanted to fucking beam directly into the bedroom.

Once there, she shed her clothes at warp speed, pulled the covers back neatly, and stretched out on the fresh sheets she'd made the bed with after he left that morning. The cool fabric, in large blue floral bouquets, did little to relieve the heat that radiated from her core. Every inch of skin danced with anticipation. Damn, he'd been right about that being an aphrodisiac. She heaved a sigh and stared up into the shadowy ceiling, waiting.

After what seemed like forever, the door creaked open. She lifted her head to watch Hunter slip in, already completely naked. Odd. Where did he leave his clothes? Why didn't he strip in here? And why didn't he have his little bag of tricks?

He raised a finger to his lips. "Shh."

She said nothing.

He grinned at her then stepped toward the bed.

"Are you ready for tonight's adventure?" The repressed excitement in his voice ratcheted her already taut nerves a notch higher.

"Y-yes?" She couldn't think of anything else to say. The single word seemed to be enough.

"That's my girl." He grasped her foot, gave her toes a squeeze then stepped back to the door. "We have a guest this evening."

Ashley shot up in the bed. "What?" Her voice rang out substantially louder than she meant it to be.

"We have a guest who will be joining us this evening."

"Joining us as in, in this bed?"

"In the bed, on the floor, in a chair. Joining us in the room. For a threesome."

Ashley's mouth dried as though spit had never been invented.

"You want a ménage." Her mind insisted she'd never heard the word. "With you and me and…"

"One other person."

His face was inscrutable. Did he want her to make it with another woman? Did he want to do it with another guy? Her heart thumped irregularly at the thought. She doubted she'd be able to watch him and another guy. Hell, she wanted to see him with another woman even less. And if he wanted to watch her do another girl, she'd put on her clothes and walk right out of the house, despite the fact she lived here.