Interludes: Lost and Found | By : kmcracerx Category: G through L > Lost Boys Views: 2076 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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**Note**
I have a feeling there are a few of you who may recognize my
muse…
To you, I raise my glass of
Goose. Here’s to bathroom sinks and
peaches. May I do them justice…
And now, on to the story…
“Is Cora already asleep?”
Dwayne asked Paul as he came back into the cave just before
sunrise. He’d been out with David on
some wild goose chase, looking for somewhere to move to. The cave was great. It served its purpose. But with a woman living there… it lacked
certain… amenities. It was David’s
idea. Did Cora put a bug in his
ear? But, he didn’t understand why
he had to go along. Why couldn’t Pauly
or Marko go? Neither of them had a
beautiful, hot, sexy, tasty, lusty, pleasing woman. Neither of them had a Mate waiting for their return.
“Yeah, she waited up for you, but got tired.” Paul smiled, more ‘cat that got the canary’
than usual.
“She went back about half an hour ago.” Marko had the same shit eating grin on his
face. Turning, he saw David was
smirking, too. What the fuck?
“Oookaay. I guess
I’ll go join her, then.” Not quite sure
if he wanted to turn his back on his brothers, Dwayne walked back to the
tunnels leading to their rooms.
“You just do that…”
He just barely heard David’s taunt.
Fucking ass holes!
He pushed open the door to his room. He noticed something was off. Cora wasn’t in bed. The covers weren’t on the bed. What is that? Ropes were tied to all four corners of the
bed frame. A trio of candles replaced
his clock on the bedside table. Two
were red, one was black.
The door shut and locked, and he turned to look at who was
behind him. Cora stopped him before he
could see her.
“On your knees.” It
was a command he couldn’t ignore. He
kneeled down, and his eyes were covered.
Black silk was tied around his head.
He shrugged out of his jacket when she pulled it off. He wasn’t wearing any shirt tonight. He knew she liked it when he didn’t.
“Stand.” He stood,
smiling, starting to like this game.
“Take off your pants.” Her voice
was low, soft, but held an edge. “Walk
forward.” She guided him to the bed,
stark naked, and sat him down. “Lay
back, arms above your head.” He did as
she commanded. He felt the soft silk
ropes encircle his wrists, in the space between his Bands and palms. They got tight as she tied them. He could hear her move to the end of the
bead. “Spread your legs.” He did and his cock stirred. She tied two more silk ropes to his
limbs. He heard a whisper of cloth
against skin as she dropped her robe.
He couldn’t see her, but his imagination was enough for now.
She lightly ran her fingertips up the top of his thigh, over
his hip, his ribs, neck, and up the exposed underside of his arm. He squirmed and growled, and she stopped.
“You are in complete control tonight. I do as you command…” she purred next to his
ear. “I’m going to touch, all
over. If you make a sound, I stop. If you move a muscle, I stop. You are in control. Do you understand?” He swallowed hard. “I asked you a question.
Nod if you understand.” He
didn’t move. Perfect!
Cora stepped back and moved to the other side of the bed,
picking up the black candle. He heard
her stop, level with his waist. He knew
she was up to something. And then he
felt it. Hot candle wax dripped on the
near side of his chest. Dwayne hissed
through clenched teeth as he tried not to move. Her tongue followed the wax, soothing as she looked up at his
face.
She watched his fangs lengthen, knew his eyes had
changed. Her Bands throbbed. She knew his did, too. She dropped wax on the other side of his
chest without any warning, again following it with her tongue. He gripped the ropes holding his wrists,
trying to ground himself. He was rock
hard, and all he could think was how he wanted to bury himself in her. More wax stopped his thinking all together,
dribbled in a line from breastbone to navel, dangerously close to the head of
his arousal, which now curled up against his lower abdomen. Dwayne groaned. He couldn’t help it. Her
tongue did not sooth his hot skin.
Instead, she stepped off the side of the bed.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She tilted her head watching his chest heave as he took in air. But no movement, no sound. Not even a small shake of his head. Smiling, she got closer to the bed.
“Right answer.” Hot
wax hit his hip, pooled in the crease where his leg met his groin. He clenched his jaw, but no other
reaction. I think you’re getting the
idea. She whispered in his
mind. His cock twitched, hardened even
more, lengthened, and she couldn’t take her eyes from it. She set the candle down and took the liberty
to run her fingernail up and down the underside of his throbbing shaft. His legs were tight, strained, and he was
shaking. Her fingernail trailed down to
his sack. She cupped his balls gently,
rolling them in her palm. They were
pulled in tight, close to his body. She
planned to take the candle with her, down his body, but thought better of it. He was close to coming, and that would make
him erupt. She wasn’t ready for him to
finish, yet. Not nearly ready.
So she improvised.
Cora looked from his thick erection to his wrist in the restraints,
judging the distance. Yeah, that’s
do-able. Wrapping a hand around his
cock, she began to stoke him. She
watched his face as she did, watched his reactions to her touch. Damn, should have gotten that ball
gag. He’s gonna break his teeth, or
bite that talented tongue off. His
jaw was tight. Lips were peeled back
from his teeth, exposing his fangs which seemed to be caught somewhere between
ice picks and chisels. Tightening her
grip on him, she reached for the candle again.
This is gonna be good. Looking
back and forth between her hands, she tried to time it just right. As she tipped the candle, she pushed down on
the base of his cock, squeezing tight.
He wanted to thrash when the hot wax hit the Band on his wrist, to pump
into her hand, spill himself all over her.
But he knew she would stop. And
I really don’t want blue balls tonight.
She almost squealed in diabolical delight.
“I didn’t say you could come yet.” Cora walked around to the other side of the bed, trying not to
break out in giggles, and repeated what she had just done. Grabbing his rock hard length in her left
hand, stroking, waiting for him to get to the edge. And she stopped. Waited
for him to calm. His labored breathing
was hissing in and out of his mouth.
Placing her fingers tightly around the base of his cock, she hit his
other wrist with the black wax. His
body went tight. The bed frame creaked
as he strained against the ropes. He
would have bowed up off the bed if not for the glorious pressure she had on
him.
“That was dangerously close to movement.” She tsked her tongue at him. She pulled off his blindfold. His eyes immediately went to her, burning
with swirling blue and yellow, taking in her naked body. He tracked her as she moved back around the
end of the bed, releasing his legs as she passed. He knew better than to move.
She set the candle back of the table and climbed over his
body, straddling his hips. As she
spread her legs for him, showing him her glistening folds, her scent hit
him. His nostrils flared, and eyes
flashed completely blue. His fangs
receded, settling into position.
She looked into his eyes.
Grabbing a hold of him, she positioned herself, and sank down, impaling
herself on him. Neither could hold back
their groans. Placing her hands on his
chest, she ground her hips into him, swiveling and curling her hips, gripping
him tight with her inner muscles. Her
movements sent shockwaves though his body, and he pulled at the restraints,
dropping his head back. She watched his
muscles bunch and strain under his skin, and she suddenly felt herself on the
brink. Bending down over his chest, she
licked his collarbone, gently nipping, and watched the movement of the throat
as he tried to swallow. Grinding her
clit into his groin, she stretched up and sank her fangs onto the Knot on the
side of his proffered neck, sending them both over the edge into erotic
ecstasy.
She almost let go of his neck as she came so hard and
screamed. He screamed her name as her
tight sheath gripped and milked him as his orgasm rocked him to the core.
Once they could both breathe, she stretched out over his
body, his semi-hard shaft still inside her warmth. Blindly reaching out, she pulled on the ends of the ropes,
releasing the knots. With her face still buried in his neck, she licked the wounds closed.
“Oh. My. God.” The
only thing that she could say, the only thought in her head. His arms came around her, hardened wax
snapping as he moved.
“Hey Cor…”
“Hmm?”
“You know… paybacks are a bitch…” She lifted her head with a wicked smile on her face.
“Promise?”
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