PLAYING WITH FIRE

Chapter 5: Just Deserts, Not Just Dessert

Love JE's characters and anything familiar belongs to her. Not mine, not making any money, only the mistakes are mine.

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"Oh. Carlos! You have dessert?" she exclaimed excitedly. He grinned. Oh yes, he had dessert alright. Dessert was definitely on the …er … menu tonight.

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Mild smut warning. If you don't like the idea, then please read something else.

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After clearing the table, Ranger moved the single candle and the orange rose of passion to the sideboard so that the candle gave a double glow with the mirror above it. He held his hand out to her and pulled her close as they danced slowly. She felt comfortable in his arms and they fitted together so well. His warm hand slid up and down her back whilst the other clasped her hand close to his chest over his heart. She breathed him in and sighed.

"This is so lovely, Carlos. That food was so delicious in such a sexy kind of way. I can't imagine how dessert can top that. But knowing you …" His kiss stole the next words from her mouth as he slowly deepened the kiss. His hands worked their way in slow circles on her back sending tingles of pleasure and goosebumps all over her. Her body shuddered. Slowly releasing her lips, his dark eyes questioned hers.

"Are you cold, Babe?"

Stephanie grinned up at him. "No, Carlos. I have a hot sexy body holding me close, I am definitely not cold."

His hands were still caressing her back and now her arms as they swayed to the music. He hummed for a bit, more like a big cat purring. Little mutterings of Spanish were whispered in her ear and despite not understanding the exact words she certainly understood his feelings.

"I really like this dress, Carlos. It's very feminine and I like the lace, and the neckline," she said in a muffled tone since her face was snuggled into his chest. "You chose well. But … I love this shirt."

"Hmm. I love the neckline and these lacy sleeves and this cute sexy little skirt."

As he lightly nuzzled and kissed her neck, his fingers then traced her neckline, the three-quarter lacy sleeves and followed her waistline to her skirt and under the skirt, leaving his hands on her swaying hips with his thumbs rubbing little circles. Stephanie was captivated by his voice husking that whispery tone and how his hands made her feel so tingly. Her hands were inside his open shirt, her palms sweeping languidly across his warm masculine chest, tracing his beautifully ripped abdominals.

Slowly he unzipped her dress, kissing and nuzzling her while he gently tugged at the shoulders so the sleeves slid halfway to her elbows in such a manner that her arms were captured gently in his embrace leaving her décolletage fully exposed, revealing the pretty coordinating lacy bra beneath. It instantly curtailed any further caresses and exploration by Stephanie with his open shirt.

"Hmm. Pretty." He approved.

Her blue eyes opened widely in surprise, mock surprise and she looked at him with a cheeky playful smile. His sly smile matched hers as he lifted one eyebrow. He winked and proceeded to kiss her slowly along her collarbone to her jawline, still caressing, still swaying and dancing. His hips began to grind and she matched his moves.

Being hand fed by an assertive and sexy Carlos with that delicious degustation in the partial darkness was a sensory experience beyond expectation. The many little candles and twinkling tea lights and the flickering of the single candle enhanced the ambience, creating an evocative sensual mood. And now the dancing, as well. It was all foreplay for him and definitely for Stephanie. She was very aroused and Carlos' moves became more deliberate and the kisses more intense. She could feel her own heart beating like a large drum.

He dipped her gently looking into her deep blue eyes almost black from the dimmed light and certainly from lust and arousal.

"Let's do dessert, Babe," as his finger traced slowly around her lips, down her neck, to her cleavage and down to her navel. A tremor of lust triggered a moan and her tongue quickly licked her lips in anticipation.

"Dios Mio." And he muttered some seemingly mild Spanish expletives with a little growl and a playful bite to her neck.

"I could eat you right now. I am as hungry as a wolf, Babe. Very hungry." and he bit down on her exposed neck, sucking the skin fiercely but then gentled it with his tongue. Stephanie whimpered but not in pain. His grip strengthened as he slowly brought her up to eye level.

Some of the smaller tea lights had dimmed and expired but there was still enough light to see. He slowly pulled her dress down until it fell to her feet, holding her steady to step out. She was just about to take off her heels.

"No," he asserted strongly. "They stay."

"Lose the shirt, Carlos, now," she counter-demanded. Since her hands were now free, she stepped forward and slowly pulled his shirt off his shoulders lingering on his muscles and casually tossed it, away from the tea lights. She was no longer embarrassed by her body and near nakedness as she stood boldly in front of him in only her lacy black bra, the matching lacy thong and her heels.

Carlos' dark lust-filled eyes scanned her full body approvingly. He indicated for her to twirl. More Spanish words and expletives emanated from his mouth. He collected himself, reining in his urges to pounce and take her right there and then. With a ragged breath, he salvaged his self-control; after all, he had a mission to complete: crime and punishment … just deserts. He smiled.

"As I said before, let's do dessert, Babe."

"Only, if it includes you on the menu."

"Playing with fire, Babe."

His wolf grin shone its full megawatts. If only she knew. He brought her close for another deep, toe-curling kiss, ushering her slowly backwards. Before she realised his intentions other than the ultimate obvious, he lifted her so she was sitting on the table as he gently pushed her back down while grinding into her warm, ready to combust body, right where she wanted him, pressing firmly on her pubic bone.

He took both her hands in one of his and held them above her head keeping his other hand free. He lightly ran his fingers down her arm, ghosting them across her breasts, but as her eyes closed he stopped and waited. She jolted and opened her eyes, glaring at him and breathing hard. He continued his original journey, following the contours of the lacy edges, circled her nipples and finger walked deliberately down to her navel all the while maintaining the steady rhythmic thrusting and grinding. She was flushed and panting, arching her back and exposing her neck.

He chuckled and whispered to her, deliberately letting his hair tickle her on his path to her ear. She writhed and moaned, opening her legs wide to bring him completely closer. She groaned and shuddered with desire.

"Not yet, Babe," he whispered, still pressing and grinding firmly, to further emphasise his power over her body.

"Open your eyes, Stephanie."

Once again he growled as she lay there before him, all wanton and needy like she had been presented to him on a proverbial sacrificial altar. He was hungry for her. He wanted to rip that sexy little thong off her body and plunge into her warm heat, such was his lust and yearning. Slowing his moves, he watched her and then stopped altogether, stepping away from her writhing body.

Her eyes shot open and she whined. Yes, Stephanie whined, a lustful, growly whine.

"I said, open … your … eyes, Stephanie. Close them and I'll stop." His eyes captured hers as his hand pulled a little dinner trolley closer to the dining table. Two covered dishes were on the tray. "One for me and one for him." She smiled at the thought. Carlos watched her patiently. She had no idea. He knew he had pushed her close, very close to the edge just then. He needed to regain control of his body. It would have been so easy to just go over that tumultuous precipice and she would not have minded one bit. But where was the fun in that? Well, there was a lot, so much, but this was a mission, a mission of punishment and just deserts.

"Now, Stephanie. I want to know something."

"What? Right now? Can't it wait? I … I was so close."

He waited, watching her like she was his prey. He could see her warring with her internal emotions, lust and her need. She looked him directly in the eye, not quite a glare.

"Please?"

"No fair, Carlos. You are playing dirty. I am not going to beg. "

Sure Babe. He knew he had her.

"Can you explain what happened to the shower, Babe?"

She did not see that one coming. She was puzzled and taken aback with this particular question. She turned her head aside and blushed squeezing her lips together and then chewing that bottom lip.

"Stephanie? Stop worrying that lip."

He came in close, kissably close and kept his voice low.

"The shower?" she squeaked. He nodded.

"On the sixth floor. Luis had to replace the shower head, it seems."

He was smiling within because he had a feeling he knew the reason. Watching her, a look of absolute mortification came over her face, so he cut her some slack.

"Stephanie. Did you, perhaps, work it … overtime?"

He paused recognising that she realised he understood why. Slowly he resumed the rhythm, a gentle rocking rhythm to distract her since she had her eyes on him, no grinding however, just a rub here and there.

"I'm sorry, Carlos. I didn't mean to … break it. It's just … God! This is so embarrassing. Damn jelly doughnut hormones."

Of course her mute button malfunctioned and he turned his head away as she rolled her eyes, hiding his smile as he reached for one of the covered dishes on the trolley. He lifted the lid and placed a jelly doughnut on her navel, deliberately dusting some of the sugar onto her tummy.

Her eyes opened wide, staring alternately at the jelly doughnut and up at him. She propped herself up on her elbows. He rolled his hips back into a slow rocking action and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear while being careful not to squish the doughnut. Rock and a little rub. It felt good.

"Care to explain, Stephanie?"

He licked some of the cinnamon sugar off her tummy and she gasped at the sensation. So he did it again. He kissed her tummy leaving cinnamony sugar on his lips.

"Hmm. Sweet." Her eyes watched him intently.

He leaned forward to her lips, very close, poised to strike, within teasing range.

"Tell me, Stephanie." He licked the corner of her mouth and some of the sugary goodness sprinkled onto her lips. Naturally her tongue slipped out to taste that sugary goodness and he took advantage, plunging his tongue deep inside her sweet mouth whilst increasing the pressure and rocking rhythm with some grinding moves.

"Well, you see. I have all these excess hormones. They used to be jelly doughnut hormones but since I have been off sugar here and you've been away … they've morphed in to sex drive hormones and if you squeeze a jelly doughnut all the jelly squishes out, you know, from the weakest spot. So … I used the … the showerhead … for some … to relieve some pressure."

She blurted it all out and to help her save face he kissed her again, pushing her back down onto the table easing her elbows to relax.

"Number two." Stephanie stilled.

"Is this why you have been observed … 'watching' your Merry Men? They 'complained' about your not so subtle lusty glances at their asses and you muttered something about their 'packages'."

Stephanie threw her head back, closing her eyes and winced on a painful chuckle.

"Oh, God! Oh, my God. Ughh.' And she groaned in despair. She thought she had been more subtle.

"Eyes open, Stephanie," he warned as he stopped his rocking. He removed the doughnut and covered it up. He licked the residual sugar from her tummy and deep from within her navel, deeper and longer than he needed to, like a French kiss. She found this so erotic. His hands started to wander over her body and along her thighs gradually making a slow journey up to her face. He deftly undid her bra and gently pulled it away.

Uncovering the second tray revealed a variety of miniature desserts. He took a raspberry shortbread. She opened her mouth expectantly only to get a smirking shake of the head as he slowly passed it under her nose then gently placed it on her left breast. Uh, oh. I'm in trouble.

Stephanie watched him, mesmerised as he grabbed a mini tiramisu, sniffed it and was surprised that he placed it where he did, in her navel after he licked it to soften it, her eyes watching his tongue with a gasp. He smiled wickedly as he grabbed a pannacotta and settled that on her other breast. She drew a breath in at the coolness of the light dessert and little goosebumps emanated around it. Carlos smiled with a very satisfied look as he admired his display on this altar of delight. He dipped his finger in the tiramisu and hummed as he licked his finger all the time watching her, licking his lips lasciviously.

"So … the body's n-not… a temple tonight, C-Carlos?" she dared to tug at the tiger's tail.

"No."

She waited with bated breath.

"I am going to worship at your temple and your body is my altar." Stephanie began to roll her eyes. Oh the agony and the ecstasy to come as she whimpered.

"Number three."

Stephanie face-palmed and covered her eyes with her forearm.

"Eyes. Don't move, Stephanie. Tell me. Who is your supplier?"

"My supplier?" A very confused Stephanie asked still looking at the miniature desserts balanced so neatly. "I don't understand?"

"The one who is supplying you with the sweet contraband. The contraband which created the tension in the Blue Room. The ones with the little notes, remember? "

"Oh. Those. I honestly have no idea."

Carlos gave her a considered look.

"And the notes said…?"

"Eat me…" she squeaked out.

"As you wish."

So Carlos did, much to Stephanie's surprise. He nibbled at the raspberry shortbread first then devoured it hungrily from her breast.

"Have I told you how much I love raspberries?" as he kissed her hard nipple and nibbled at it just like it was another raspberry. The moans coming from Stephanie were accompanied by incoherent mutterings. She knew what was coming. He pounced on the pannacotta, licking and cleaning her breast. Dipping his finger in the tiramisu he offered it to her and allowed her to lick his finger clean, sucking it in. He growled. He devoured the rest of the tiramisu with great relish. Then he kissed her, rocking back with that rhythm from before and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth so she could taste them for herself. Her hands gripped his hair and held him tight shuddering with ecstasy.

"Number four."

"Ugh!"

"Easy, Babe. You did an amazing job with Alexander Sechs today. I was so proud of you. Try this," he said casually handing over a mini chocolate brownie dusted with icing sugar. He offered it to her with his fingers and she took it gently from him licking his fingers in the process with a wicked gleam in her eye. She moaned with the sweet delight and Carlos began to set a stronger pace, grinding and pushing, his hands running up her sides to cup her breasts. She licked her lips and then stopped, grabbed Carlos firmly by the shoulders and kissed him the same way as he had just done.

"Lose the jeans, Carlos." She sat up and watched him slowly reach for the button and flick it open but she halted any further moves. Looking him straight in the eye she rubbed him firmly from the outside with an approving moan. Slowly she undid the zip and held him as he freed his legs from the jeans, kicking them deftly to the side. While stroking him, he kissed her again. She suddenly reached for the tray and grabbed a mini lemon meringue pie and smooshed it onto his chest. Carlos was startled by her bold move. With gleaming eyes she smirked at him.

"I need to clean up this mess."

She licked the sweet meringue first, offered him a taste of the lemony goodness from her finger which he devoured with erotic flare. Stephanie nibbled and bit at the pie base, and missed a few times with her teeth grazing over his nipples. It was his turn to groan.

"I like pie, you know," a very husky-voiced Carlos whispered as he tongued her ear. His hand reached down and ripped her tiny thong from her body. Grabbing a miniature tres leches cake, he smooshed and smeared it slowly and purposefully over her mound before giving her a taste from his fingertips. Moaning and now trembling, she licked it thoroughly clean. He kissed her with a bone melting kiss while his other hand wandered to his nirvana and started a steady rhythm inside her with his fingers, first one, and then two and as he plunged a third finger inside her she fell apart convulsing in his arms screaming his name. He lay her back down on the table, trembling with the aftershocks, and slowly and reverently ate his pie to bring her to two more orgasms before he plunged inside her sweet deep heat. He tried a deliberate slow rhythm but he could not contain himself anymore. His hunger for her took command shortly after they fell over the edge together. Breathing heavily, their hearts pounding she giggled and moaned in delight.

He gently lifted her off the table, still inside her, and while quickly grabbing the tray of remaining desserts, he brought her over to the couch so he could sit while she straddled him.

And so the evening proceeded until all the desserts were devoured in unconventional ways licked, sucked and tongued clean. No crockery was needed as their bodies sufficed for erotic eating surfaces. Carlos' beautifully sculpted mocha latte body was her temple at which she worshipped happily and teased him in much the same way. The tiramisu was the ultimate dessert for her and Carlos certainly appreciated her avaricious devouring. And it was not just the dining table that shared the menu. After a cleansing shower to remove the sticky sweetness which resulted in a round of slow rolling orgasms, they finally fell into bed sated and boneless.

"I don't know if I could ever look at a lemon meringue pie again without blushing," Stephanie whispered breathlessly. That was so … awesome … so sexy … erotic … such sweet torture …"

"Yes. It was … all of those. But you were a very naughty girl. Missed you, Babe."

Sleepily and languidly Stephanie replied," For sure. You can punish me again sometime … anytime … even if I haven't been naughty …"

THE END

A.N.:Just Deserts is the original saying, as in:

A punishment or reward that is considered to be what the recipient deserved.

But over time it has been confused with Just Desserts as a pun.

So do you think that Stephanie got her Just Deserts?