Twist (Siren Publishing Allure) (9 page)

“I call it my playroom. It’s not really a dungeon. They torture people in dungeons and leave them there to die.”

“Okay, I guess it’s all in your perception of a dungeon. It looks like one to me.” She smiled playfully to offset her comment. “So how long have you had a
playroom
? I thought you said that Sue wasn’t into kinky sex.”

“She wasn’t. I had an addition put on the house when she got sick so that any medical staff needed for her care would have a private place to sleep. She preferred to go to the hospital and this room remained empty until she died. After that, decorating my
dungeon
gave me something to do.”

Lana smiled at his use of the word, and he drew her into an embrace. When it ended, he gazed deeply into her eyes. “Do you still want to go home?”

As Lana considered the question, her thoughts drifted back to sex. What he had done was better than her dreams. Everything about him was better. She felt alive for the first time in years. Every muscle was sizzling in the aftermath of an experience that she had never expected to be so overwhelming. “No! I can think of a million reasons to be with you and only one to go home. I do need to go get my plants though. I don’t want them to die.” She picked a piece of hardened wax from her nipple, frowning at it. Enar chuckled, grinning at her expression.

It irritated her that he had the ability to taunt her so efficiently. It was a single flaw that she disliked, but she supposed that it also made him seem more human. Lana wondered suddenly how real her feelings were. Did she idolize him because he was so confident and powerful? The thought was wrong. It was far more than that. She adored so many things about him, from his smile to his willingness to discuss things with her. Lana wondered again if she was really willing to give up her freedom to be with this man, and more importantly, did he really want to be with her as much as he said? Enar stroked her cheek, bringing her mind back to reality.

“We will go in the morning, okay? Let’s go take a shower. The bathroom in the back bedroom is bigger than the one in here.”

Lana woke from a dream, a scream frozen on her lips as she sat straight upward. Enar was not with her, the warm feel of his body not present. She heard him talking in the kitchen, and her ears tuned into the words. “So when do you think you can make it? I really want to see you…I know that your life is complicated…I miss the exchange of thoughts and ideas that we used to have…Yeah…Well…I know…I’m sorry…Of course…Let me know…The sooner the better…I’ll talk to you later.”

Enar walked back into the bedroom, and saw the stony, almost furious expression on her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Who were you talking to that you couldn’t wait to see?”

He laughed. “I was talking to my brother. I asked him to come here so he could meet you. He’s in the middle of a big art deal and he won’t be able to fly out for a couple of weeks. I miss him. We used to be really close.”

Lana wrinkled her nose guiltily. “It sounded like you were talking to another woman. I guess that I shouldn’t eavesdrop.”

“I don’t care if you do. I have nothing to hide. Sharing is a part of life. Just don’t be so quick to accuse me. I have no desire to cheat on you and will not do so.” He slid into bed beside her. “What happened last night was the perfect ending to an almost perfect day. I can’t even try to explain how it feels to see the whip striking your skin. To hold a lit candle in my hand and watch as the hot wax splatters against your body is enthralling. It was amazing to watch you thrash and whimper at the touch of my hand. I’m not sure what you read, but obviously, there are degrees to everything. I am not a completely dominant male because I have no desire to run everything in your life. I only enjoy it with sex. I like to control things and be in charge of what events happen and when. If I want to take you repeatedly, I will. If not, I won’t.”

“So I will be your toy whenever you choose to use me as such? I will have no say in sex?”

“I didn’t mean it that way. We will have normal, fuzzy sex and fun, exotic sex and also erotic sex like last night. Was it horrible?”

Rolling her eyes, she grunted. “Did I act like it was horrible? I will never look at chocolate cream pie again without getting hot and bothered.”

He laughed, stroking her cheek. “I guess we can put that theory to the test. The other one is in the fridge. Want a piece?”

She nodded and was about to rise when he pushed her back, hopping from the bed. She feared that he was going to repeat the destruction from earlier, but he returned with two plates containing two pieces of pie. Enar handed her one, sitting down beside her. “Do you have any fantasies or things you would like to try? It’s fun to keep things interesting.”

“Let me think about it.”

He nodded, pushing back her hair. Lana ran her finger down his chest. “What happened?”

“I was born with a birth defect in my heart. If I had remained in Sweden, I would have died. My parents got me a specialist, and just after my first birthday, they put stents into the main arteries. My heart had been enlarged, and they fixed it.”

“Do you have problems with it now?”

“I haven’t. I have to go for a checkup once a year. My appointment is in a couple of weeks. What was your nightmare about?”

“How did you know that I had a nightmare?”

“Your skin was blanched, your hair damp, and you were sitting up looking slightly unsettled when I walked in. Something woke you up.”

“I don’t remember much.” Lana couldn’t remember a single time that she had such a morbid nightmare and remembered it. Most of her dreams were lost upon waking, and those that weren’t, usually involved sex. Lana had always assumed that her dreams were directly related to the desires in her body, but this dream had been different, and it had left her feeling sad and uneasy. “I was in a graveyard and I was kneeling before a grave, crying.”

Enar shrugged. “It wasn’t mine.”

“I would hope not.”

“I will not be put in a cemetery. My urn is in the garden. It is made of marble and looks like a rock. My ashes will go into it and it will be placed into the fountain. I don’t want a funeral, just maybe a gathering of my friends to exchange memories. I mourned my parents and Sue. I don’t want anyone mourning over me. Life goes on and so should the living.”

“That is easier said than done.”

“Would you mourn my death?”

She nodded slowly, the idea of him dying bringing her to the verge of tears. “Yeah, because you have make me feel so alive.”

“You make me feel the same way.” He took the empty plate from her hand, setting it on the bedside table. Spinning, he lay beside her, stroking her hair. His kisses were soft, his touch gentle as he moved his mouth over her skin, exploring the tiny imperfections of her body. When he made love to her, it was tender and filled with a desire to make the sensations linger.

* * * *

Lana woke again as he lifted her from the bed. She was blindfolded, and as he walked, she had no idea where he was taking her. Enar laid her down, strapping her wrists above her head. She was on the lounger from the night before, and when he lifted and tethered her legs, it wasn’t a surprise. She heard a latch clicking and the sound of something large scraping on the floor. A moment later she heard the sound of running water, and then he parted her vaginal lips, the freezing pulse of a shower massage infuriating. It was shockingly cold, the fluctuating drumming of the liquid upon her clit quickly making her body ache. It stopped suddenly and she lay in silence, waiting. The sequence of the water changed, the pulse more direct and centralized. The water was warmer, though probably not as hot as her body interpreted, but to her frozen flesh it felt as if it would blister her skin. He inserted something into her pussy, cool and smooth. A moment later it warmed, jets of heated water pulsing, shifting her inner nerves like an internal garden sprinkler. The liquid sloshed from her body, cascading down the crack of her ass. Lana arched upward and then slammed into the table. Enar turned the shower massage back on, the dual current inescapable.

Moments later, Enar turned the water off, her body relaxing slightly, the only sound her panting breaths. Lana had a sense that Enar was watching her silently, waiting for her body to cool. He turned the water back on, liquid ice filling her and pulsing against the exposed crease of her flesh. He turned it off just as quickly and then turned it on again, the heat agony in the fluctuation of temperature. It became a torturous game, and with each progressive burst of liquid, he shortened the length of the assault, seeming to know that she was more easily aroused. Lana was twitching, her senses overloaded, her mind buzzing with a need for release. “Please, Enar. I can’t take any more.”

He leaned forward, the pressure of his body against her naked breasts infuriating. “Relax. Isn’t the idea to keep the arousal going as long as possible?”

He tapped his finger against her swollen clit, and Lana jerked, her mouth open as she struggled to breathe. A jet of water hit her, lightning quick and then gone again. The sound of his laughter was exasperating, and when he leaned to kiss her, Lana flipped her head to the side.

“Impatience is a bad quality, my sweet.”

“I am not a damn submissive. You are making me insane.”

His breath tickled her ear as he sucked her earring into his mouth and tugged at her lobe. Enar whispered darkly, “Didn’t your book warn you not to beg?”

“You didn’t mind last night.”

“I’m in a more dominant mood this morning. You were also not begging, you were expressing your desires with my permission.”

He leaned and ran his tongue over her face, licking her like a dog. The expected kiss didn’t come as he brushed his fingers over her nipple and then leaned, biting the side of her breast. Lana thrashed against the restraints. “Thor! Damn it.”

Enar threw his leg over her stomach and sat on her, pushing up the blindfold. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not enjoying being tortured. I want you, but instead you just keep teasing me.”

“Use your stop word and end it. I’m enjoying tormenting you and watching you squirm. I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Other than biting me, no. But the muscles of my pussy are wound so tight they feel like they are going snap every time you turn the water on.”

“The idea is to bring you up as high as possible to make the final climax mind blowing. If your pussy has had enough, then end it. I will release you, and you can go back to bed with your hands tied.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that I will not allow you to go to bed and masturbate. I will leave you empty and aching until your body naturally cools.” He grinned viciously, stroking her nose with his finger. “Of course, I may stop that from happening quickly.”

Her eyes were stony as she glared at him. He had her trapped between a rock and a brick wall. The unrelenting throbbing was vibrating through her entire body. Even the soles of her feet were twitching to the beat of her heart. “I want to touch you, please.”

He stroked her with the soft satin of his pants, shifting forward and back so the fabric ground into her stomach. He shifted upward, leaning forward to rub the satin and his dick on her breast. Watching her intently, he leaned back and ran his finger between her folds, flicking her clit and watching her jump. She dared not speak again, fearing he would make good on his threat and not allow her to climax. Enar grinned, silent as he alternated between his subtle satin caresses and his fingertip drawing tiny, excruciatingly soft circles against her oversensitized clit. They were the only movements he made, and the lack of his touch was almost as bad as the water torture. She tried to buck her hips against him, and he slowly shook his head, sinking his finger into her, wiggling it once, and then withdrawing it quickly.

“You are a fucking sadist.”

“
Not
! I already told you that I like watching you. I also love the overheated feel of your cunt when it is wrapped around me. The sound of your whimpers is music to my ears. It made my dick hard and my climax more intense, and that is magnificent. Right at the moment you have two options. Let me do things my way or end it.”

“That is not much of a choice, considering you didn’t ask me if I wanted this in the first place.”

He nodded in a gesture of compliance. “You’re right, I didn’t. I had this water setup created and never got to use it. I know how pulsing water feels on the skin and figured it would be a wondrous way to arouse and also torment. There would be no surprise or mystery if I discussed every one of my ideas with you before we did it. I would ask you before putting clips on your nipples because you might not be willing to take a chance of injuring them. If it is something fun that holds no danger, then I would rather it be unknown. It adds to the thrill of the act. Stop or continue? I really want you, but not yet.”

“Can you do something besides the water? It was becoming uncomfortable rather than arousing.”

“That was all you had to say.” The blindfold was placed back over her eyes and he gave her a tentative kiss. A moment later, he withdrew the tube he had inserted into her and she felt the remaining water dribble down the crack of her ass. It was an unsettling sensation but a momentary one that ended when icy coolness dripped on her mound. His fingers touched her, spreading her, and then he slowly inserted something else. This was different, hard and agonizingly cold. It began to melt a second later, the arctic water dripping down the crease of her buttocks. The cold did nothing to squelch the persistent ache within her, and when he withdrew it, Lana braced herself.

His fingers were warm and gentle, filling her, shifting within her. “Don’t climax,” he growled, laughing as she arched her back and then slammed flat into the cushion, her hips struggling to move against his strokes. Lana feared that her overly stressed pussy was too tightly wound to even reach climax, as he alternately flexed his knuckles and stroked his thumb over her throbbing clit. Withdrawing his fingers, he released her ankles and crawled over her, drawing her legs upward and around him. “Don’t bite me,” he whispered as he drove his hand into her hair, thrusting into her mouth with his tongue as his hard dick stretched and entered her taut, aching flesh. His movements were rapid and almost harsh, crushing her, driving her toward climax until she inhaled a shattered breath, imploding around him, her entire body quaking and shivering beneath him. His release flared hot within her, his muscles tight as he growled into her hair. Enar dropped onto her, pulling her again to his lips, his body calming, relaxing in subtle shifts of his pulsing flesh. “Breathe, Lana.”