*Lots of Adult content below! And rope!
Chapter 24
By the time Hotch got back to the room it was almost ten and Kahlan had already showered. He frowned. "You couldn't wait for me?"
She smiled. "You go ahead," she told him from the chair as turned the page of the book she was reading. She was wearing the fluffy robe, and he had to wonder if she had anything on underneath it.
"Ok," he said disappointedly and pouted his way into the bathroom.
As soon as he shut the door, she jumped up and went to the bedroom.
Once he was done, she met him at the bathroom door. He looked at her questioningly and she grinned. "I got rope."
"Yeah?" he asked as his heart quickened.
She giggled and grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. He saw rope tied to the posts of the bed and his heart beat even faster. She slipped the robe off of him and moved him to bed. "You're not nervous, are you?"
He swallowed hard. "Why would I be nervous?"
She giggled again and pushed him down onto the bed.
"You want to tie me up?"
"Oh yeah." Kahlan gave him a smile that almost made his heart stop. He wasn't sure if it was devilish or lustful, but it scared him. She studied him and giggled her evil giggle as she tied up first his left wrist and then his right. "You trust me, don't you, Hun?"
He took a shaky breath. "Yeah."
She giggled again as she tied up his right ankle and then his left. "Then relax."
He took another breath and tried to will his heart to slow down. "Ok."
She crawled back up the side of the bed. "I won't hurt you, Aaron," she told him softly.
He licked his lips. "I know."
She studied him as she tilted her head back and forth. "Then why are you so scared?"
He took a quick breath. "I don't know," he told her honestly.
She gave him a sympathetic look. "We don't have to do this."
He took another deep breath. "I'm ok."
"You sure?" she asked tenderly as she started to rub a hand up his thigh.
He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing down. "Yeah."
She ran her hand up to his side. "Yeah?"
He opened his eyes and smiled. "Yeah," he said more strongly.
"K," she told him with a grin and then tickled his side.
"Stop!" he demanded as he tried to pull away from her. "Kahlan! That's not fair!"
She laughed as she continued.
"Babe, please!" he pleaded in between laughs.
She reached up and tickled his underarm and he laughed even harder. Then she reached over with her free hand and grabbed his other side at the same time, and he was squirming trying to get away from the assault of her fingers. When she attacked his most ticklish spot, where his inner leg met his torso, he couldn't breathe from laughing so hard.
After about another thirty seconds she finally took her hands away from him. When he finally realized she had stopped he gasped for air. He shook his head at her. "That was flat out mean, woman!"
She laughed. "Yeah, but I love how ticklish you are."
"It's not fair when you're not."
"Does anyone else know you're ticklish?"
He looked at her.
"I guess not. You definitely don't give people the impression you are."
"No. There is nothing about me that lets anyone think it is alright to touch me."
She laughed again. "Well, I love it," she told him as her hand inched a little closer to him.
He flinched away from her. "Why? Why would you do that?"
"You're a little more relaxed now, aren't you?"
He huffed, but he still wore a smile. Just then, he heard the door to the room open, and the look of terror that crossed his face made her laugh. "Who is that?" he asked quickly as he pulled on the ropes with all of his limbs as if he was trying to cover himself.
"Calm down. The door to the bedroom is locked. I had a little room service delivered," she told him with a smile and got off the bed.
He watched her go out of the room and shut the door behind her. For a split second, he had the horrible thought that she might not come back. What do I do if she doesn't? Oh God. What if someone found me like this? His panic left him, though, as the door opened back up and she pushed a food cart up to the bed.
He studied what was on it and his brows rose in surprise. "Exactly how long is this going to take?"
She giggled. "Hopefully all night," she told him with a smile as she grabbed something off the cart and sat down on the bed next to him.
"Oysters on the half shell?" he asked with a sly grin. "You really think I need an aphrodisiac?"
She giggled. "Not normally, but you will tonight."
He swallowed hard as he studied her. Really, Babe?
She leaned over and offered the oyster to him. He sucked it out of the shell and swallowed it, as she ate one, too, and then offered him another. All of the bending made her robe become looser and he noticed she was wearing her blood red, lace bra, and he imagined the matching panties, too. He licked his lips, and she offered him another oyster.
After they finished off the oysters, she dipped a big strawberry in whipped cream and held it out to him. He smiled and leaned forward to take a bite, but she moved it back where he couldn't reach it as she giggled. He laid his head back on the pillow, and she held it out again. "No. You eat it," he pouted not wanting to be teased with it again.
She giggled and moved the strawberry to her lips. Instead of taking a bite of it, she painted her lips with the cream seductively. His manhood twitched as he watched her wide eyed. Inserting the berry halfway into her mouth, she leaned down and offered him the other half.
He moaned as he took the berry into his mouth and tried to get as much of the whipped cream as possible before she pulled away.
She giggled. "You're really hungry, huh?"
He smiled. "Ravenous."
She dipped a little strawberry into liquid chocolate. He licked his lips as he watched her move it to her mouth expecting her to do the same thing. "Oops," she started as it fell into her boobs. "I dropped it."
His breathing quickened. "Here, let me help you with that," he offered as he sat up as far as the ropes allowed.
She flicked her brows, leaned forward, and he buried his face in her breasts. Her head fell back in pleasure as he consumed the berry and licked up all of the chocolate.
He finally fell back to the bed panting. "Damn, that was good."
She grabbed another berry and dipped it in the chocolate and then the cream. She slowly held it out to him. He waited for her to get close and then he leaned forward and grabbed it with his teeth, but not before most of the topping had dripped onto his chest. "Oops," she laughed. "I guess I've made another mess."
He quirked his brows as he chewed the berry and she leaned down and started licking the toppings off of him. He sank down into the mattress as he savored the attention. "God, Babe," he breathed as she nibbled on him, and he felt his manhood grow.
The movement caught her eye, and she looked down at him and smiled. "Apparently he wants a little attention, too." Hotch smiled as she dipped her fingers into the chocolate and moved down the bed. She rubbed the chocolate down one side of him and he twitched with her touch. "It's not too warm, is it?"
"Nooo," he breathed lightly.
She giggled and spread the chocolate around him. He closed his eyes and sank into the pillow even more as she started to lick the chocolate off of him. As he grew and stiffened even more, she took him into her mouth completely, and the soft sounds emitting from him signaled his approval.
Before she took him too far, she released him and went back up to the cart. He groaned his disappointment. She smiled and then took a piece of ice out of the chiller bucket. He looked at her questioningly. "You're all sticky," she told him and then moved back down and started rubbing the piece of ice all over his manhood.
He sucked in his breath. "That's cold."
"Don't worry. I'll warm him back up," she told him as the ice started melting and she rubbed the water around. She reached and grabbed another piece of ice and he flinched away from the coldness. She held him and rubbed the ice all over him.
"Careful. You'll give him frostbite," he joked as he watched her.
"Ouch, that would suck," she told him seriously as she thought about it.
"You think?"
She giggled as the ice melted. "I guess I better really warm him up, then, huh?"
He nodded vigorously and she laughed. He watched as she got off the bed and shimmied out of her panties. His dimples shown as he watched her straddle him. "Oh God," he moaned as she mounted him.
She rode him a few times and then clenched her muscles around him and he sucked in his breath as his arms pulled against the rope.
"Release me," he told her through moans of pleasure.
"What?"
"I want to touch you."
"No."
"Please?"
"No," she told him more firmly as she rode him slowly.
"But. . . I need to. . . touch you," he pleaded as he pulled against the ropes even more hoping she hadn't tied them too tight, but there was no escaping.
"No you don't," she told him and then pulled off of him.
"Why did you stop?" he asked desperately.
"I think he's warm enough," she told him with a grin.
"Warm hell, he was getting hot."
"I know," she told him simply and moved back up to sit next to him. "Does he need to be cooled back down?"
"What do you mean?"
She giggled and grabbed a few more ice cubes. He watched her as she moved close to him and then inserted them into her and then mounted him again. "Can you feel them?"
"Yes," he breathed as his eyes got wider.
"What's that look for?"
"It's kind of an odd sensation," he started and had to pause as pleasure rippled through him. "I can feel the cold. . . and your heat," he panted.
She rode him a little more. "Awww. I think they've melted," she told him and then pulled off of him again.
"That's mean," he told her seriously.
"Yep," she agreed and grabbed a Gatorade out of the chiller bucket.
He laughed when he saw it. "I was expecting a beer or something."
She smiled deviously. "I don't want you to get dehydrated," she told him as she opened the bottle and put a straw in it and offered it to him.
He took several drinks as he studied her. My God, Babe, exactly what do you have planned for me?
She saw his scrutiny and she giggled her evil giggle. He choked as he inhaled and she pulled the drink away quickly. "Are you ok?" she asked him quickly as he coughed.
He nodded. "What else are you going to do to me?" he asked once he could speak again.
She noticed he had gone soft so she flicked her brows and moved up and reached to the back of his head. "Anything I want to do," she told him seductively as she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled back towards the pillow.
His eyes shut as he moaned and pulled away from her.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked as she pulled a little harder.
He nodded as well as he could with most of his hair in her hand, and she noticed goose bumps appearing on his arms and chest.
She laughed as his manhood twitched and she let go of his hair and ran her nails down the back of his head. "Damn, Hun. You really like that," she told him as she watched his manhood twitch some more.
"Oh yeah," he breathed.
She reached down with one hand and ran her nails up the inside of his thigh as her other hand pulled his hair again.
A sensual moan escaped him.
"On my God," she started as she let go of him and sat up. He looked at her questioningly. "You're a masochist."
"What?" he asked with shock.
"I don't know why it never occurred to me, but it just hit me."
He shook his head. "No I'm not!"
"Maybe not in every sense of the word, but you are a sexual masochist."
He licked his lips as he considered it and a sly grin spread across his lips. "Possibly, but you're a sadist."
She giggled. "Well, of course I am," she told him seductively and grabbed his hair again. The harder she pulled, the more he moaned. "Damn, Aaron. I think you might like to get dominated," she told him as she watched his manhood twitch and grow.
She watched his face and she knew he was thinking about it.
"Maybe," he breathed as she ran her nails down his chest.
"I could play that role for you, if that's one of your fantasies," she whispered into his ear and then nuzzled his head to the side and bit down on the bump behind his ear.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered as he quivered. "I can picture how sexy you would be in black leather so tight that it creaks when you move."
She giggled into his ear and then bit his earlobe. "That will have to wait for another time, though. I have other plans for you tonight," she told him as she pulled away and reached for the nightstand.
"What?" he asked as he watched her.
She flicked her brows and turned and grabbed something out of the nightstand drawer.
"What's that?" he asked as she turned back to him. She smiled, but didn't say anything as she reached up by his head. "What are you doing, Babe?" he asked a little desperately. She giggled and slid something over his head. "Kahlan!" he half yelled through the black hood.
"What? I don't want you to see what I'm going to do." she told him softly as his breathing and pulse quickened.
"Come on, Babe. That takes all the fun out of it," he tried.
"Fun for who?" she asked as she leaned down close to his neck. He flinched away and she giggled and kissed him tenderly. As soon as he felt her lips on him, he relaxed, and she kissed a trail down the top of his chest and then sat up.
She giggled again as his head moved slightly and she knew he was trying to figure out what she was going to do next. She moved down the bed, touching him lightly here and there.
"Babe?"
"What?"
"What are you doing?"
She giggled and then moved over his leg. "You'll see," she started and then laughed. "No pun intended."
"Ha ha ha."
"Relax, Aaron," she told him as she ran her hands up his legs and then grasped his manhood.
"Ohhhhhh," he groaned as she took him into her mouth. Her tongue snaked up and down him and she felt him grow and harden with the attention.
She released him and planted a kiss on the tip. "Now hold very still."
"What?" he asked desperately as his legs tensed.
"Hold still," she repeated as she cradled his balls.
"Why?" he asked quickly.
"This might be a little uncomfortable to begin with but it will be worth it."
He shifted and tried to get out of her grasp. "Don't."
She giggled. "Be still, Hun."
She saw his breathing quicken, but he held still. She smiled and maneuvered her fingers to find another pleasure spot. He grunted a little as her fingers pushed into the sensitive skin under his manhood and he tensed some more as she pushed even harder. "Relax, Hun," she instructed, but he started to pull away from her.
The ropes holding his ankles became taut, and he couldn't go any further as she shifted closer and continued pushing her fingers into him. What started as a gasp ended up turning into a long moan of pleasure as she found the spot. "Oh my God," he exclaimed as she basically massaged his insides from the outside.
As he moaned some more, she started stroking his manhood with her other hand. Within no time he was thrusting against her and panting in pleasure. He felt himself getting close and tried to hold back, but he couldn't; fluids erupted out of him as he whined with the release.
She stroked him a few more times and then laughed. "Told you it would be worth it."
He breathed heavily. "What the hell was that?"
She giggled. "Your prostate. It's supposedly one of the best g-spots on a man. I guess that's true."
He nodded quickly as he still struggled to catch his breath.
She got up and grabbed a towel.
His head turned to her and she knew he was trying to track her movements, so she smiled and silently her way to the other side of the bed. He startled when the towel touched him but relaxed once he figured out what it was. She wiped him clean and then crawled onto the bed. She got up close to him and leaned down by his ear. "Now I am going to take to the edge," she whispered as she ran a hand up and down his chest lightly. "But I won't let you go over."
"What?" he asked as his head moved toward her.
"You heard me," she told him as her hand made its way down him.
"How are you going to do that?" he asked shakily.
She giggled. "I have my ways," she told him as she started to massage him.
He moaned as she started kissing his chest in different places still massaging him. "I don't think he's ready for round two just yet," he told her quietly.
She giggled. "He will be," she told him as her fingers found one of his pleasure spots.
"Aaaaa," he breathed as he felt himself stiffen.
She massaged him some more and found another pleasure spot.
"Damn, Babe," he told her as he started thrusting into her hand.
She quickened her massage as he grew. Within moments he was panting and she released him.
His head moved back and forth as he tried to figure out what she was going to do next.
She smiled and moved down the bed. She moved in between his legs and he held his breath in anticipation and she rubbed her breasts up and down him. Even through the hood, she could tell he was smiling. "You like that?"
He nodded as his breaths came in ragged intervals.
She stopped and positioned herself differently. He sucked in his breath as she mounted him again and slowly slid down. He rose up to meet her and she tightened around him and he gasped. When she reached around and pulled down on his delicate sack, he groaned loudly. She giggled and rode him a few more times.
When he was really getting into it, she pulled off of him and he whined. She smiled. "That's as far as you go."
"What?" he asked desperately.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not done with you," she told him quietly as she ran a hand up his leg.
He swallowed hard. "That's not nice," he told her seriously as his legs tensed.
"No, no it's not," she agreed as she moved to the other side of the bed.
"He'll just go soft. It'd be a shame to waste him," he tried.
"No he won't," she told him as her hands traced down his other leg and she massaged his foot.
He felt a release of tension he didn't realize he had as she moved her massage up his leg. He moaned softly. "That feels good."
She giggled and then found a spot on his inner thigh.
He sucked in air as goose bumps rippled down his leg.
"See? He likes that."
He nodded in the hood and she moved to his other leg.
She started at his thigh and worked her way down, hitting several points.
He felt himself relaxing again, but before he knew it, he felt a wave of pleasure rip through him and he thrusted against nothing. "Oh, come on, Babe."
"What?"
He trusted again. "Please."
"Please what?"
All of his leg muscles tightened as he rose off the bed. "Grab him, touch him, something," he pleaded as he thrusted.
She giggled her evil giggle. "Nope."
He fell back to the bed. "What?"
"No. There will be no more touching him for a while."
His breathing quickened.
She reached and hit a few spots around his hardened manhood. He shifted and tried to get her to touch him as pleasure made its way through him again.
"You are mean!" he exclaimed as he as his toes curled.
"Yep," she told him simply as she leaned down to kiss his thigh.
"Why?" he asked desperately.
She giggled her evil giggle. "You'll see," she told him in between kisses as she traced his 'V' with her lips.
"See what?"
"Stop worrying and enjoy this, Aaron," she told him seriously as she found another spot that he hadn't felt before.
He let out a long groan. "But it would feel. . . so much better. . . if you weren't ignoring him," he told her seriously.
"Oh, I think he's enjoying this, too."
He trusted into the air. "No he's not."
"No?" She reached down and hit a spot right next to his ever increasing manhood. "How about now?"
"Please, Babe!"
She giggled and then moved in between his legs again.
He held still as he assumed she was finally going to give in.
She giggled as if reading his thoughts and moved to take one of his balls into her mouth.
He cried out in pleasure as his whole body tingled.
She giggled against him and the vibration made goose bumps erupted over most of his body.
He tried to move to make her touch him, but she shifted away from him stealthfully as she took his other ball into her mouth.
"Please," he begged again.
After pleasuring that one, she released him and then started her massage on his lower abdomen.
After what felt like forever, she stopped touching him all together. His head snapped around trying to figure out where she was as his breathing came in ragged intervals.
Kahlan watched him quietly as he continued to thrust against nothing. "You ok?" she asked him quietly.
"My God, Babe. . . What have you done to me?" he asked weakly.
"What do you mean?"
"Have you stopped. . . my ability to cum?"
She giggled. "I don't even think that is possible, Hun."
"Then why. . . can't I?"
She smiled. "You can and have a couple times, Aaron."
"Then why. . . do I feel like this?" he asked desperately.
"I told you I was going to take you to the edge."
He started to pant again. "Then release me."
"Not yet."
"Just one hand," he begged.
"Oh no, you're not allowed to touch him either."
"Babe!" he grunted as his while body tensed.
"Come on, Hun. You can handle this."
He shook his head violently. "No I can't!"
She studied him. "You have better stamina then I do, Aaron."
He shook his head. "No! This is torture!" he screamed as he continued to thrust into the air.
She wasn't even sure he realized he was doing it. "Yep."
He whimpered. "This is what. . . you've had planned,. . . the whole time?"
"No," she told him tenderly as she got close to his ear. "I just want to make up for that tower."
"What?!"
"I told you to make sure it was worth it."
"Alright! I'm sorry!. . . Please, Babe!"
"Not yet. You still have thirteen minutes."
"What?!" he cried.
"I want to make sure you have the same amount of time I did."
"You timed it?"
She giggled. "Yep."
His head fell back onto the pillow as he whined.
"But don't worry. Once I let you go over the edge, it will be the best orgasm you have ever had, and that will be so much better than my experience in the tower."
"No it won't!" he refuted. "You're killing me!"
She lightly placed a hand on his chest and he startled. "It can't actually kill you, Aaron," she told him seriously.
"But you. . . said you wouldn't. . . hurt me," he pleaded in a weak voice.
"You don't actually hurt, do you?" she asked with concern.
He shook his head. "They feel like. . . they are going. . . to explode."
"Awww. Here, let me help them," she told him and then moved down the bed.
"No!" he half screamed and shifted away from her as far as he could.
"Well, which is it? First you were begging me to touch you, and now you're begging me not to."
He swallowed hard. "I don't know!"
She giggled and gently caressed his balls in her hand. He almost purred with the contact. She smiled sadly. "Awww, they're cold," she told him as she moved in between his legs. "Here, let me warm them up for you."
He bucked as she breathed hot air against them. He started trembling and whining. "Please, Babe!"
"It's almost time," she told him as she moved up the bed making sure to touch the insides of his thighs, but not his manhood.
She reached up and gently removed the hood, and even in the dim light he had to squint. He locked eyes with her and she studied his face.
"I knew. . . you were mean. . .but this. . ." he shook his head. His face was flushed and he had sweat beaded on his forehead that matched the sheen all over his body.
She smiled. "This will be worth it, you'll see."
He looked down at himself. "Jesus!"
She licked her bottom lip. "Yeah, I know. I've never seen you that big before."
"If you don't hurry. . . he's going to rupture."
She giggled, and he collapsed into the bed. "That's not possible either, well, not without help," she added softly but he didn't hear her.
"I'll do anything. . ."
"What?"
"I promise. . . I'll do anything. . . just let me go."
"Nah, you'd just say that you made the promise under duress."
He panted. "Please!" he begged as he thrusted off the bed into the air and pulled his arms down.
"You can't break it, Aaron. It's paracord and it can stand up to 550 pounds, and I don't think your arms are that strong," she told him with a smile.
"Please, Kahlan!"
"Not yet. You still have eight minutes."
He whimpered.
"Unlike the terror you put me through, this will be awesome for you. . . in the end."
"How long?"
"A little over seven."
"No. How long have. . . I been like this?"
She giggled. "How long do you think it's been?"
"Forever!"
She laughed. "It's only been a little over an hour."
"What did you give me?"
"What?"
"You had to dose me. . . with something. There's no way. . . I could be like this. . . that long without help."
"What could I have possibly dosed you with?"
"I don't know,. . . Viagra?"
She choked on her own breath. "Damn, Aaron! I would never do something like that to you. That shit can hurt you if you don't need it."
He looked at her and she could tell he was still suspicious.
"Besides, that would only make you hard, not keep you in a constant state of beginning orgasm."
His face scrunched up as his whole body tensed. "Just make it stop!" he demanded.
"What? You thought that if you tried to get your mind off of it that it would stop?"
"Please!"
She giggled as she looked at her watch. "Not yet."
He closed his eyes. You wait! You wait until I get you tied up! I will tease you so bad! You won't even know what day it is by the time I'm done with you!
"What are you thinking about, Aaron?"
"That I am. . . going to die," he lied.
"You'll die happy at least," she told him as she got off the bed.
His eyes snapped open and he watched her like a hawk.
"Need a drink?"
He licked his lips. "No! You know. . . what I need!"
She giggled and took a bottle off the top of the light that he hadn't noticed before.
"What's that?" he asked desperately.
"It's just oil, Hun. Calm down."
"How can I calm down. . . when every fiber of my being. . . is on fire and screaming?"
She poured a little in her hand and then rubbed some on his chest, "See? I had it on the light to warm it up."
His whole body tensed and she knew he was trying to make himself release.
"That won't work, Hun. You won't be able to do it until I let you."
He sank back into the bed. "Taking you to that tower. . . made you hate me!"
She poured a stream of oil down his chest and abdomen. "No, but I didn't decide to do all this until then."
"How long can. . . I stay like this?"
"I don't know. I've never done this before," she told him as she massaged the oil all over his upper body.
"Oh God," he cried.
"What?"
"If you've never done it before,. . . then how do you know. . . you haven't damaged me permanently?"
"Because I know what I'm doing. I would never hurt you, Aaron."
He huffed.
"I would never take the chance with something as delicate as your manhood."
"I know. You like sex. . . even more than me." She giggled as she rubbed oil down his arms. He shook his head. "I don't understand."
"What?" she asked as she poured oil on his right leg.
"How can you do all this. . . when you aren't. . . getting anything out of it?" he asked her between clenched teeth.
"Oh, I'm enjoying this, too," she told him as she rubbed done his other leg.
"Please, Babe!"
"It's close," she assured him as she poured oil down his erect manhood.
"It's been close!" She giggled. "You know. . ." he started and then thrusted into the air again. "I'm going to explode as. . . soon as you touch me." He tried to force his body to relax. "And you still won't. . . get anything out of it."
"You won't explode," she told him gently as she rubbed oil all around his midsection but still not touching his manhood. "Until I let you."
He bit his lip. "I think. . . you are the most. . . evil person. . . I have ever met!"
She grinned. "I better be. I've worked hard at building my reputation."
He whimpered. "You don't really love me. . . You hate me. . . Admit it."
"You won't think that by the time I'm done with you," she told him as she stood up and took her robe off. He swallowed hard as he watched her take her bra off.
His whole body started to tremble. "Are you. . . going to untie me. . . for this?"
She giggled. "No," she told him simply as she climbed up on the bed beside him.
His breathing quickened in anticipation and he licked his lips as he locked eyes with her.
"Ready?"
"For what?"
She reached over and massaged his manhood to make sure the oil was evenly distributed.
He cried out, and she couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or in pain.
She straddled him. "You have to let me control this."
He laughed. "Like you're. . . not already?"
"I'm serious, Aaron. If you want me involved in this, you have to be still and let me control my descent."
He looked at her questioningly. He wasn't sure if his physical problem was allowing him to think straight because he couldn't figure out what she was talking about.
"Do you want to hurt me?"
"No!" he exclaimed as he shook his head quickly.
"Then stay still and give me time to adjust to him."
"Oh," he nodded.
"You ready?"
He moaned. "I've been ready . . . for over an hour!"
She giggled and then mounted him.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" he kept repeating as she started to take him into her.
She pulled off and then then slowly took him in again as every muscle in him tensed. "Be still!" she told him as she reached about the halfway point. He nodded as he started to quiver. After a few more minutes to let herself adjust, she sank down on him completely and a long moan escaped him.
"I don't know. . . if it's the oil. . . or not, but. . . you're even hotter. . . than that first night here!"
She started riding him up and down. "A true sadist gets pleasure out of her work," she told him simply.
He grunted and groaned with every movement.
She leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss. "Ready for the release?" she asked him quietly.
"You can't. . . be ready yet."
She smiled. Such an attentive lover, always wanting to make sure I'm pleased. "I've been ready almost as long as you have, Aaron," she told him truthfully, and he finally realized she was quivering almost as much as he was.
"Then go!"
She reached around as she quickened her pace.
His head was thrown back as his back arched off the bed as a wave of pleasure bowled over him like a tsunami over an island. His mouth was open as he let out a silent scream.
"Breathe, Hun!" she demanded as she quickened her pace. When he shook his head she slapped him on the chest. "Breathe, Aaron!"
He took in a rush of air as he felt his fluids reaching the boiling point. His whole body tensed and as he rose up off the bed in complete and utter ecstasy as he figuratively exploded with a rush of fluids and sensual aftershocks.
When he collapsed to the bed, she went over the edge, too. After a few more thrusts, she collapsed onto him as she panted. Once she caught her breath, she looked up at him with a smile. "So? How was that?"
No answer.
"Aaron?" she asked quickly as she scrambled up the bed to look at him. "Aaron?" she called out again and then moved his head. She laughed lightly. "Really, Hun? You passed out?" She knew he was fine because his breathing and heart rate were fine, a little fast, but fine.
She smiled as she untied him and then grabbed a warm washcloth to clean him off. He moaned as she cleaned him and she sat down beside him as his eyes fluttered open. "Hey there. Nice of you to join me again."
He looked around questioningly. "What happened?" he asked desperately. Once he realized he wasn't tied up anymore, he reached out and pulled her closer to him.
She studied him. "Are you ok?"
He took a deep breath and licked his lips. "I think so." He shook his head and smiled at her. "That was. . ." he swallowed hard. "Wow!"
"So you're ok?"
"I'm still tingling."
She laughed. "So you're not mad?"
"Oh no. After all of that pleasure, I don't even think I'll be able to feel anger for a while."
She giggled. "Good. Now scoot over so I can snuggle up to you."
He smiled and looked at his watch. Jesus! It was after four in the morning.