PLAYING WITH FIRE: Chapter 4
Lighting the Fire: Chapter 4
Love JE's characters and playing with them. Not mine, not making any money.
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Stephanie took the elevator from the sixth floor up to seven. As she approached Ranger's apartment, she noticed the door was slightly open.
"Ranger?" she called cautiously as she stepped inside the dark apartment. She knew he was there. She could smell his Bulgari but this was weird. The door suddenly closed and she could hear the locks tumble as if by their own volition.
RSRSRSRS
She took a deep breath, albeit a tremulous one. "Ranger? "
A slight sound caught her attention and her nostrils were filled with Bulgari confirming his presence close by.
"Don't move," he whispered in that commanding tone, close to her ear. She reached out for him but he was no longer there.
"Oh, that was naughty, Stephanie. You disobeyed my command," he tutted from her other side.
"How did he do that?" she wondered.
"Easy, Babe. Just like this." Again with the whispering but on the other side. She strained to see him but it was pitch black.
"Why is it dark in here, Ranger?"
"Because the lights are off, Babe," he smugly replied. "Don't roll those eyes at me, Stephanie."
"How –?" and his lips captured hers in a fleeting kiss with a little nip as he released.
"You smell nice, Babe, very nice," and his lips brushed lightly along her jaw and down her neck to her collar bone. She whimpered and leaned forward.
"Ranger?"
Ranger was using his husky whisper tone like he had before when he summoned her to his office, and despite the darkness freaking her out, she was aroused by his proximity. She could just make out the faint blue glow of the microwave clock/timer in the kitchen but there was no discerning anything.
"Carlos, Babe. Carlos."
"Carlos?"
"Mm-mm?" He was busy, preoccupied with his slow sensual journey, a single finger tracing her neckline, his lips following the same path as he lingered and followed the edge of her lace-lined décolletage, his body close to hers generating that Rangery warmth but not touching. Only two points of contact, the finger and his lips, and occasionally his tongue lingered after a gentle nip.
She tried to hold his face but only caught empty air. She muttered her disappointment.
"Nuh, ah, Stephanie. No. No touching," his sexy deep voice chided her. "You move, I stop. Understand?" She nodded her head, not sure if he saw her.
"No fair," she pouted. He's back with the full name. How could he move so quietly, like smoke without even making a sound? She waited, somewhat patiently. "Is this my punishment? Carlos?" Still nothing.
"Stop worrying that lip, Stephanie."
How did he know that? She did as he commanded. She froze as she saw him silhouetted faintly by that surreal distant blue glow and then his hands touched her thighs lightly causing her to jump. His fingers and warm hands ghosted up her thighs under the skirt of her dress, coming close to the hot spots yet his tantalising touches came close but not near enough. She whimpered. Her breathing ratcheted up and her erogenous zones were tingling with each touch. It was as if she was chained, she couldn't move, wouldn't move for fear of losing his sensual touches. He did say he didn't need handcuffs to enslave a woman. Oh boy.
His hand grabbed her wrist and he kissed her palm and the wrist. She shuddered with the sensation. His hands were in her hair and he pulled her close to him, pressing his lips to hers as his body pushed her back to the wall with a full body press. Oh yes, he was aroused just as much as she was. It was a slow languorous kiss which spoke of deep love without uttering a single word. Slowly grinding his hips as if he heard her thoughts, Ranger held her firmly in place. She couldn't get enough of him but she was unable to move since she was literally pinned to the wall. Resting his forehead against hers, Ranger stepped back a little to catch his breath.
"Babe, I have wanted to do that since I came back. The thoughts alone made it difficult to focus today."
Stephanie replied rather breathlessly. "But in the dark, Carlos?"
His smile, unseen in the darkness, had a wicked gleam to it. He enjoyed his little game. Oh, yes. This was going to be fun.
"I want you to feel me, not touch me, and just feel me with your other senses. Believe me when I say it will arouse stronger sensations."
"But I want to touch you, Carlos. I want to feel you."
"You will feel me, Babe, I assure you, you will." With that declaration, Stephanie sighed a little and perhaps that little moan came from her as well.
"Come. Take my hand and follow me, nice and slowly." His hand found hers readily. It was like he could see in the dark.
As they rounded the corner from the kitchen into the main living area she saw he was wearing an open black shirt and he was barefoot, wearing jeans and his loose hair was tousled and sexy. The many little candles and tea lights added a special ambience to the dining room in which the table was set for two, side by side.
"You look beautiful, Babe." He said as his eyes wandered longingly over the black lace covered sleeves and the sweetheart neckline down to her waist and the lightly flared skirt showing off her long legs.
Her eyes wandered over his barely covered chest, that luscious mocha skin on display in tantalising glimpses. Even in her heels, she was barely eye level with him. Soft music began to play and the atmosphere was very romantic.
"You too, Carlos," she giggled, "But in a very handsome way. You know, but you are a beautiful man, very hot." He grinned his megawatt smile and kissed her chastely.
Leading her to the dining table, he pulled out her chair and let her sit down, placing a napkin on her lap with another sweet kiss. There was a single candle on the table which flickered as he moved to sit beside her, their thighs just touching. In an elegant narrow vase was an orange rose, the symbol of passion, carefully selected for this night of undeniable pleasure.
He uncovered a tasting plate with a variety of tasty food samples: chorizo and dips, steamed broccolini and baby carrots, a small green salad and a glass with fancy crispy bread and cheese sticks. As she regarded her setting, she realised there was no cutlery on her side. Looking up at Carlos curiously, lustily, he smiled his wolf grin, the hungry wolf, as he held a fork to her lips. The tasting plate was light and appetising as he fed her. She dipped one the crispy bread twists into the dip and held it to his lips. He nibbled at it and teased her fingertips with his tongue which made her catch her breath as he licked them clean. He poured some champagne into her glass and together they sipped, not taking their eyes off each other. He stood quietly, removing the tasting plate to return with a new dish, a small black square plate.
"Close your eyes, Babe. Trust ."
Stephanie obeyed and was overwhelmed with the flavours. Between each taste sensation she sipped her water and nibbled on a crisp, bread twist.
The chilli, lime and sorbet oysters exploded in her mouth with delicious tangs and sumptuous flavour. He kissed her deeply after he had indulged in his own oysters and it was a deliciously hot kiss of promises to come, not just because of the chilli lime sorbet.
The seared scallops were divine with the zesty blood orange and wispy ribbons of jamon. He offered her a sip of the champagne and shared another of the fancy breads from the basket in between the tastings. Next was a sweet, delicate marron tail and crisp asparagus with a mini exotic crab and chicken sandwich of toasted brioche.
"Oh, my God!" Stephanie rolled her eyes and exposed her long neck in a pose with which he was all too familiar, but not at the dining table, well, not yet. Sweet mercy. Dios. He was so aroused just watching her. And each time she moved, she wriggled and her thigh rubbed against his adding to his state of arousal. With the oysters he thought she was about to have an orgasm but they were sensational. Orgasmic food. They do say oysters are an aphrodisiac.
He explained each mini course after she sampled it in that whispering sexy tone that aroused her even more. It was a degustation, with small samples of exotic and succulent flavours.
Whilst feeding her these tasty morsels, Ranger relished her reactions as she moaned and salivated, savouring every bite. Intermittent kisses added to the magic and torture of this dining experience. It was food porn. Ranger had planned this well. It was definitely torture for him as he watched her skin flush and delighted in her expressive responses, moaning with each mouthful.
The succulent roast pork belly with apple and a tangy plum sauce set her off as she felt she would self-combust with the decadent flavours and aromas. He indulged in each of the dishes and took pleasure in her reactions. He dabbed her chin at the corner of her mouth delicately smiling indulgently. It was an erotic experience watching her. There was no rush as they made slow yet delicious progress.
Drinking the champagne she was permitted to open her eyes which sparkled in the candlelight. She smiled and watched his mouth as he ate the last morsel of that delicious pork belly.
"That was totally divine, Carlos, delicious, scrumptious and decadent and beyond yummy. I didn't realise that food could be so … sexy."
"Babe, sexy is so true. Watching you enjoy each mouthful was so erotic; it took all my self-control to not take you right here and now. You are such sexy woman. Let's dance for a bit. We will wait a while for dessert." And he winked at her.
"Oh. Carlos! You have dessert?" she exclaimed excitedly. He grinned. Oh yes, he had dessert alright. Dessert was definitely on the …er … menu tonight.
TBC
A.N. 1: I had this wonderful degustation experience myself, but there were a few more courses. Alas, Ranger was not there to feed me but it certainly was a memorable, delicious one.
A.N. 2: Happy 4th of July to my American friends.