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More Than Darkness	By : SaMe Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Sands got back to the hotel
room, there was an envelope addressed to him taped to the door. Just underneath his name was �Read this
before coming in,� written in Aida�s neat handwriting.

Sands raised an eyebrow at the notice but shrugged and tugged the
envelope off of the door. He turned it
over and smirked to see that it had been sealed with a dark red kiss print
before raising his eyebrow even further at the weight of it. What had she done? Written a novel? He decided it didn�t matter and opened it up.

He had her alone. He�d had to grease the right palms, kiss the
right asses, but he�d gotten her alone before any of his coworkers could. And she was gorgeous. Sure, she�d whimpered and pleaded at first .
. . but she hadn�t meant it. Every male
guard in the prison had seen how she watched them. She�d been asking for it. And tonight she was going to get it.

Sands blinked at the opening lines of her letter, not fully believing
what he was seeing. Surely this couldn�t
be Aida�s . . . and yet, he knew her handwriting almost as well as he knew his
own. He read on, gnawing at his bottom
lip as he became enraptured in her written spell.

She�d been getting dressed after her
law-required shower. He�d planned his
time carefully. Things wouldn�t be
nearly as sweet if she�d stunk of the cell block. Besides, the towels provided by the State
were old and threadbare; her skin had still been dewed with moisture when she�d
been climbing into her uniform. He�d
watched � let her get covered. He didn�t
want anyone else sniffing around his prize.
Didn�t want to tip off anyone who might want to join in the fun.
Once
she�d gotten decent, he�d swooped in, gun and restraints at the ready. She was so passive . . . it�d been the work
of a minute to fasten her wrist, ankle, and waist irons. And there was still his special surprise for
her waiting in the supply room he�d cleaned out in the abandoned wing of the
prison.
He�d
known the minute she�d realized he wasn�t taking her back to her cell. She�d balked for no more than a
split-second. She knows what�s coming, he told himself. And when she didn�t try to stop or resist, he
assured himself, She wants it. Badly.
It didn�t matter if he was lying to himself; he wanted it badly enough
for both of them. And that was all that
really mattered. She was a lying,
coldhearted bitch. But he wasn�t going
to give her a chance to speak and he didn�t want her heart.
With
the tip of his club pressed against the small of her delicate back, he directed
her down dark, cold, empty corridors until he reached the door he wanted. She stopped.
He pressed against her back as he reached around her to unlock the door. She stiffened; he took a deep breath of her
clean scent and pressed his pelvis against her round little ass. She gasped; he felt his groin warm.
This
was going to be good. He could feel it
even now.

Sands did know it was going to
be good now. He looked up at the closed
door as if he could see straight through to where she was no doubt waiting for
him, his ample imagination providing the imagery along with her words. If he had bothered to notice such things he
would have heard that his breath had quickened and that there was a noticeable
bulge in the black silk pajama pants he still wore. He could only read on.

With the door unlocked he had to take
precautions. It wouldn�t do if she got
to his treats before he did. They
weren�t for her . . . at least not in that way.
To keep her from trying to run, he wrapped one lean arm around her slim
throat, pressing just tight enough to let her know he meant business, that he
wouldn�t hesitate to snap her neck if she tried to fight.
The
door opened on blackness and he forced her to step inside with him. It had to be scary for her � he could feel
how her chest rose and fell with her accelerating breath. She knew nothing of this room. He knew everything. He was the one who�d brought in the table,
and installed the hooks, and made sure that he at least would have light. He�d fuck his mother before he fucked Red in
the dark. He wanted to see every
glorious moment.
He set
his key ring down on the tray that held his supplies; it made an ominous
clanking noise. She shivered. He reached for the leather strap that would
ensure that no one heard her screams.
Because she was a screamer. A man
could tell if a woman was a screamer or not.
And she moved like a screamer.
But it certainly wouldn�t do to be found.
The
dark made things a little difficult � so did she, the little tease. Tossing her head and trying to avoid the
gag. He had to shove her face-first
against the wall and use his body to pin her before he could use one hand to
hold her head still.
�Please . . . don�t. . .�
Her
first words. And her last. It really was a shame. She had a voice like rough silk. Just the thought of hearing it calling his
name was erotic. How much better would
the reality be? But he couldn�t risk it.

Oh my sweet holy fuck. Does she
know? Does she even realize what this is
doing to me? he thought desperately, trying to think of what she must have
been thinking to write this decadent little piece of erotic fiction. Did it
turn her on to write this? And did she
write this for my benefit or her own? Or
both? These were questions he was
determined to gain answers to once he�d satisfied his need to act out her
little play. He pulled up the next
page-his hands were trembling minutely now-and read on. . .

�Hush, Red.�
He fit the gag into her mouth and tenderly fastened the buckle. His hands then traveled down her throat to
the snaps of her prison uniform. She
wore a thin t-shirt underneath he knew, and no bra.
�Always in such a hurry, aren�t you, Red?� he
whispered in her ear as he slowly opened each snap. The soft clicks were vaguely
threatening. He liked the sound. �So modest.
Haven�t gotten used to communal showers yet. Just want to get covered up.� His hands traveled between her breasts but
didn�t touch them. Not yet. Even though the cloth of her t-shirt was
damp, the white fabric nearly transparent.
Snap .
. . snap . . . snap. . . His hands moved
lower and lower, the ugly orange fabric gaping around her slender body. She was an exotic fruit . . . an ivory
figurine of a fertility goddess . . . an innocent woman-child waiting for a
good hard rutting to wake her to full awareness of her sexuality.
Finally
he ran out of snaps. His fingers
twitched, brushing against her taut abdomen.
�White cotton panties,� he murmured in her ear. �That�s what you�re wearing. But it�s all wrong for you, Red. Black silk . . . that�s what you crave, isn�t
it? If you�re a good girl maybe I�ll
bring you a pair. And if you�re properly
thankful, I won�t rip them off you the next time I get you alone.� And he would get her alone again. God, he was hard just thinking about it.

Sands braced a hand against the
doorframe, causing it to rattle on its hinges, wondering if Aida was standing
behind it listening. He hoped she was. He also hoped she knew what she was getting
herself into with this creative version of a �come hither.� He knew that at the very sight of her � he
imagined her just as she was described in the letter � his control would be
near to breaking. But he wouldn�t give
in, not if he could help it. No, he
would play out this scene � this fantasy �
as she must have known he would.

�I have to see you. But first. . .� His hand strayed to his precisely organized
tray again, this time picking up a strip of heavy fabric.
�You�d be so fucking hot in black velvet,� he
informed her as he tied the blindfold around her eyes. �Four inch screw me heels and black
velvet. Black silk thigh-high stockings
with a seam up the back. All darkness
and fire and ivory.� He couldn�t help
it. His hips moved without direction
from him, making a mockery of the old bump-and-grind, frustrating him as all
their layers of clothing muted the contact.
�What do you think, Red?� he asked � as if she
could answer � as his hands moved from her hips to her ribcage. �Don�t you think you�d be a vision to drive
any man insane in a costume like that?
You�re driving me insane in you�re in the ugliest color known to
man.� His fingers spasmed with their own
need, brushing against the bottom curve of her full breasts. �I can�t wait to get inside you. I�m going to fuck you so good.�
She
whimpered. He grinned.
She
tried to arch away. He bit at her
earlobe.
�Stop it, Red.
I won�t warn you too many more times.
You�re not going anywhere. I�ve
got you for the next four hours and you�re mine. Understand me?� Yes, his . . . and he had to see her.
He
reached overhead and turned on the bare lightbulb that illuminated the small
6�x8� cinderblock room. Everything was
grey; the vivid color of her hair only stood out more against the dull
backdrop.
He
stepped back, allowing her freedom of movement for the first time since they�d
entered the room. She turned
uncertainly. Her feet were bare. Her toes painted a shade of red that would
make a whore blush. Just more
proof. More proof that she needed to be fucked good and proper.
�So many clothes, Red. We�ll have to solve that problem
immediately.� The sound of his
switchblade jumping into action made her start.
�Shh . . . shh. . .� With gentle, reverent hands he cut away the
ugly orange fabric, leaving her in her white undergarments. He moaned; her nipples were hard. He could see them � how could he not with
that indecently pure fabric molding to them?
He had to keep his hands from moving to the front of his pants. He longed to touch himself but that would
only make things end too soon.

�Dear god,� Sands couldn�t help
but moan. His own hand stopped its undirected movement downwards as his
thoughts were running along the same lines as his literary counterpart�s. Where
did that guard uniform get to? He remembered
taking it off but not what he�d done with it after that. He�d been so relieved to get Aida back that
everything else had been something of a blur. He supposed it didn�t particularly matter,
just that it would lend a bit more reality to what was to come once he finished
reading and went to her.

He touched her instead. He pushed her against the wall once again,
one of his hard thighs pressed between hers to keep her in place while his
fingertips returned to torment the lower swells of her breasts.
The
little minx pretended not to like it.
She tried to squirm away from him.
Tried to push him away with her bound hands.
�I told you to stop that,� he hissed, jerking
on the chain around her waist. It hurt �
he knew it did � but he had to make her understand. He didn�t like it when she played games. They both knew she wanted this. �Perhaps you like being punished? Is that
it? No, don�t shake your head.� He grabbed her chin. �Stop lying.
Or your punishment won�t be nearly so pleasant.�
She�d made him angry now. Angry, but so horny. Well . . . he�d show her. He could make her just as desperate as he
was. If gentle wasn�t her cup of tea, he
could be rough.
With
more strength than necessary, he shoved her against the table. She tried to jump away from the surface �
smart girl to know when she was well and truly trapped � but he had the
advantage of sight. In a trice he�d
pinned her chest to the table with one heavy hand on her neck. His other hand reached for the riding crop he
brought just for her.
�Only wicked girls lie. And wicked girls get punished,� he whispered
before bring the crop down on her pert little ass. She jerked under him; he brought it down
again. The thin fabric of her panties
did little to protect her skin. Again,
again, again he hit her, stopping only when her muffled sobs rang through the
room.
�Are you going to resist me again, Red?� he
asked, trailing the tip of the crop up and down her spine.
Her
head shook.
�Good
girl.� With hands that were once again
gentle, he turned her over. He wanted a
taste of her tits. Now.
Her
shirt ripped down the front as he went after what he wanted. She whimpered � god it sounded so good. She looked
so good. All white and pink quivering
flesh.
�That�s it, Red,� he murmured as he lowered
his head.
She was sweet. And oh-so-sensitive. The lashing of his tongue against her pebbled
nipples made moans and erotic whimpers flow from her throat. It only increased his hunger. Soon he was sucking and biting, leaving
behind bruises but not caring. He moved
over her, longing to cover her body with his �

Sands looked down at the blank page
in front of him in horror. No! It
can�t � it can�t end like that! he yelled within his mind, not fully
realizing that if it was indeed the end he could just go into the room and
write the rest with her himself. He just
wanted more. He needed more. He needed the
fantasy to go on. He let out a huge sigh
of relief to see that there was another page full of his wife�s delicate script
after the blank one. Little minx. She did that on purpose! He laughed softly then and read on. Of
course she did.

He�d forgotten she was a tricky bitch. As he shifted his weight she kicked out with
both feet, nearly throwing him against the door. He bounced back, wrapping one hand tightly
around her throat. �Bad, Red. Bad.
Fun�s over for you. I can see I
have to train you to be good. Just like
the bitch you are.� His hand hovered
over his tray for a second or two before choosing the collar he�d bought to
match the rest of her restraints. It
snicked shut around her throat, pressing delicately against the pale
flesh. �Feel how tight that is, Red? If you�re not good, it�ll cut into your
skin. You wouldn�t want that, would
you?� Spinning her around he attached
the collar�s short chain to a hook in the surface of the table. She had to go up on her toes to keep it from
cutting into her jaw. Just as he�d planned.
He
finished the job he�d started with the collar, connecting her ankle restraints
to the table legs, the belly chain to the hooks at the edge of the table. There.
She wouldn�t be able to move an inch unless he let her.
�Do you like that, Red?� he asked as he
slipped his hands around to her front to roughly paw at her breasts. She�d broken out in a light sweat and he
couldn�t keep himself from lapping at her neck.
Still trying to defy him, she rose up on her toes. He allowed it. He did like a bit of spirit in his
women. But he moved with her so she�d
know that she was only allowed her small resistance because it pleased
him. It was torture on his aching cock,
but so good at the same time. �Should we
find out if you do? There�s no lying to
me. I can tell if you like it or
not. I bet you do though. Everyone � even the security bitches � think
you�re a slut.� His hand snaked down her
body and slipped under the crotch of her underwear.
His
discovery made him groan.
She
was hot. Not as wet, not as desperate,
as he wanted her to be. But hot was a
good start. And as his fingers cupped
her possessively, he could feel the first hints of dampness creep out of her.
�You are
a little slut, aren�t you, Red?� he growled as he thrust his hips against her
several times in quick succession. She
didn�t answer, of course, but she didn�t need to. The truth was quite literally at his
fingertips.
Growing
impatient now, he thrust one blunt fingertip inside her. She was amazingly tight for a whore. And she was a whore. His
whore. If he kept greasing the right palms,
he�d be the only one to ever touch her.
After all, there was no shortage of women here in the prison.
Pulling
out, he added a second finger to his exploration. For the love of god, he could actually feel
her stretch around him. She whimpered; he bit her neck. There was no way in hell he was going to play
any of this by her rules. It was what he
wanted from here on out.
�One day I�m going to watch you ride me,
Red. My fingers as I play with you, my
face as I tongue your hot little pussy, my cock when you�re driven mad with
need.� He moved closer to her, pressing
against her back. She was breathing fast
and irregular. She needed this as much
as he did.

For fuck�s sake, where had this come from and why hadn�t
she shown him this earlier? Had he but
known that she had such thoughts in that deceptively innocent head of hers, he�d
. . . well he wasn�t entirely sure he�d do anything differently, the sex
between them had always been good . . . but he would definitely encourage her
to play more often.

�You like that, do you? Don�t get too comfortable with the idea. I�ll make sure your hands are handcuffed
behind you. There�s no way I�m going to
give you the opportunity to slide a knife between my ribs.� His free hand moved to his belt buckle. It fell with a loud thud. He didn�t care.
�God, I�m on the edge, Red. Right on the fucking edge.� He unbuttoned his pants and undid the fly,
pulling trousers and boxers down in one swift movement. �Feel what you do to me,� he hissed as he
slid his aching, throbbing arousal against the cleft of her ass. �Do you know how long it�s been since I�ve
been this fucking hard? And you�re going
to take it, sweetie. You�re going to
take all of it. I�m going to ride you
until I�ve come so hard that I couldn�t care less if you did slide a blade between my ribs.�
She was moaning now, he was delighted to notice. �Too bad I can�t hear you sing. You�d be a good little songbird, wouldn�t
you? I bet you�re bossy when you�re
being fucked. You are, aren�t you? Maybe I�ll let you boss me around
later.� He jerked his fingers out of her
only to start tapping them to either side of her clit. It was maddening for her. Soon the scent of her arousal filled the
small room, making his mouth water with need.
�Do you want it, Red? I want you to nod if you want me to fuck you
like whore you are. Do you want
that? You want my cock inside you? Nod, Red.
Now, before you make me mad.�

Sands for his part, was now in so
caught up in the events of the scene his wife had written out that he was
practically yelling at �Red,� to do what he ordered as if somehow he�d find
release himself at her nod.

There it was. It was barely any movement at all, but she�d
nodded.
�Take it then,� he hissed, sheathing himself
inside her with one brutal thrust. She
screamed into the gag, making him grin.
�That�s it, Red,� he panted as he fought to hold back his climax. His arms wrapped up under her arms until he
could rest his hands on her shoulders.
With the leverage that gave him, he really
started to fuck her, grunting and sweating like an animal in heat. But that�s what she made him feel. She made him lose all sense of reason, of
humanity practically. It was a
combination of everything about her, but mostly her refusal to scream
again. He was filled with a fiery need
to dominate her, to hear her submission in that most primal way. If he didn�t he�d go mad.
There
it was! She was gripping him like a
fucking vice; there was no way in hell he�d miss the way her cunt was beginning
to pull at him like a greedy child. Her
body wanted him deeper � who was he to say no?
Rising up on his toes he started to lunge against her, groaning as he
felt himself slide even deeper inside her.
His balls were so tight; he�d grown even fucking harder. He was going to explode any moment now. �Come, damn you,� he roared. �Come!�

That time it really was it. There were no more pages. Nothing more to read. Sands desperately shuffled through the pages
crumpled from the death grip his hands had formed. Nothing.
Nothing new. Panicking, he looked
in the envelope. The tricky little
wanton had written him a message inside
the envelope.

Step inside. There�s more waiting for you on the
couch. Not everything. Not yet.
But definitely more.

Sands had to physically refrain himself from throwing the door back off
its hinges once he�d used his key to unlock it. He was practically crying with need; her
little �note� had more than done its intended job in arousing him past the
point of comfort. He just wanted to
throw her down to the floor and ravish her then and there. But he couldn�t. He knew he couldn�t and yet that knowledge was
anything but welcome. He would keep his
scrap of control � barely � and play her game.

Resolute now, he stepped into the suite and walked into the sitting area
to see what she had left him. A smile
made its way to his face as he saw his purloined prison guard uniform laying
out with a second envelope laying on top with the simple text �Read Me� printed
on its cover.

Feeling a bit like Alice in Wonderland he set the envelope aside and
grabbed the uniform, knowing that if he didn�t put it on now he probably wouldn�t
have the presence of mind to do so later if this second letter was anything
like the first.

Once he was suitably attired � it had taken some time to maneuver his
blatant erection into the tighter pants but he had managed � he picked up the
envelope and opened it.

This time it was just a single sheet of paper waiting for him. But it was scented with Aida�s perfume . . . and
unless his nose betrayed him, a drop or so of his own cologne. Its message was simple.

I need to come.

Sands drew in a hissed breath between his teeth and nodded as if the
letter had spoken her intentions aloud. He
let the envelope and note fall from his fingers and marched towards the bedroom
door, foregoing his usual silent grace to let her know he was coming to get
her. He allowed his need to direct his
actions only for a moment as he threw open the door, delighting in the way it
hit the wall

Aida was perpendicular to the door, showing her body off in profile as
she was bent over the bed. Her body was
just inches from the surface of the mattress and backlit by a line of candles
that stretched the length of the room.
She was dressed in nothing more than a delicate little wisp of
transparent black fabric that somehow managed to thrust her breasts up with all
the power of a Wonderbra. It revealed
everything � the purity of her skin, the flare of her hips, the scrap of black
silk that someone probably had the nerve to call underwear. It also showcased the silver links of the
chain she had wrapped around her waist.
He couldn�t see from here but he knew
that she�d followed her letter to . . . the letter. But he had to see it.

�Hello, Red,� he drawled as he took heavy, deliberate steps towards
her. He was pleased to hear her whimper,
but his own breath was soon stolen away.

She had taken on the role completely, just as she always did. His eyes nearly bugging out of his head, he
surveyed every inch of her. Black
blindfold, check. Leather gag,
check. Silver collar, check. The chain from the collar ran down to her
belly chain to meet the chains from her handcuffs and ankle cuffs. The only thing that differed from her story
was that her thighs were clenched tightly together.

He didn�t bother checking his voice, wanting her to hear the desire in
it. �You missed me didn�t you?� he
asked, stalking towards her with his usual stealthy grace. �You�ve been waiting for me, needing me. I know you have.�

She whimpered, as much of a reply as she could give while wearing the
gag. But he was right. She�d been waiting for him. Writing that letter had done what their
earlier play hadn�t done, and that was to tell the story of what could have happened to her . . . but
with Sands� image in her mind. After
taking all that time to write everything down, it�d only made sense to share
it. So she�d gone shopping then come
back to wait.

His hand darted out to touch her, his fingers trailing heated lines up
her ribs. He avoided her breasts,
touching to tease not to give. He wasn�t
going to give her anything. No, he was
going to take everything. �Do you realize what I had to do to get you
here? What lengths I�ve gone to in order
to make you mine? You probably don�t,
you little bitch,� he hissed, allowing himself to become caught up in the game
now. �You�re going to make it all worth
it. Aren�t you? I�ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want me. That�s fine. I�m more than willing to have my fun with you.
If you�re good maybe it�ll be fun for
you too. You�d like that, wouldn�t you?�

Yes. Yes, please! she wanted to shout. . . But she couldn�t. So instead her throat ached with need along
with the rest of her as she swayed into his touch.

He grinned as he felt her move with him, feeling the need to encourage
her. �That�s it. Show me how much you want me. I know I want you,� he stood behind her and
pulled her backwards against him so that she could feel his hard cock against
her ass while his hands moved to either side of her. �I knew you would be fucking dynamite in the
black, Red. Makes me want to gobble you
up. You�d like that, wouldn�t you, you
whore? You�re probably soaked and ready
for me, aren�t you? Part your lilywhite
thighs for me, princess.�

She did, anticipating his reaction when he saw �

�You little minx,� he gasped as his fingers darted to the vibrator she
had inserted between her thighs. �Couldn�t
even wait for me, could you?� His hips
moved of their own accord and he closed his eyes as he thrust against her,
nearly unable to stand it. Much more of
this and he�d be making a mess of his pants and embarrassing himself like a
teenager. His fingers moved to her clit,
pressing down hard on the fleshy button as he bit at her neck.

She cried out, coming at once.
She�d only been waiting for him and not for so very long either. But knowing that he�d been reading her secret
nightmare-cum-fantasy had been a powerful aphrodisiac.

He let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan at her muffled
scream, reaching to remove the vibrator and not gently. He didn�t begrudge it to her but right now it
was just in the way. He didn�t even
glance at it as he let it fall to the ground, but he did bring his now wet
fingers to his lips over her shoulder, leaving little to the imagination as he
licked the taste of her off of his fingers. �Like a ripe peach,� he drawled, his voice
barely above a growl. He turned to
whisper in her ear. �Seeing you pleasure
yourself like that was far worth all the trouble you�ve given me in the past,
Red. Can you feel how I ache for you?� He thrust against her hard. �I know you do.� His hands moved to his belt buckle and he let
it fall to the ground with a loud thump as it had in her fantasy.

She let herself fall forward onto the bed in preparation for him, the
links of her chains making soft music as she did so. Her hips remained up in the air � due in part
to her four inch �screw me now� heels � and she felt absolutely wicked. The room�s AC had just clicked on, sending a
draft of cool air over her fevered skin, chilling the wetness left behind from
her orgasm. It was as if phantom fingers
were stroking her . . . not that there was much that wouldn�t seem sexual in the state she was in.

Sands winced as the teeth of his pants zipper grazed the supersensitive
flesh of his arousal, having been reckless in his need to have them off. �Do you want it, Red? I want you to nod if you want me to fuck you
like whore you are. Do you want that? You want my cock inside you? Nod, Red. Now, before you make me mad.� He quoted the lines of her fantasy with ease. The whole thing was seared into his brain now
and wouldn�t leave easily if at all.

She just barely nodded, perfectly aware of what he was doing. If he wanted her story, she�d give it to him
. . . because it was what she wanted too.

He let out a growl in response and thrust into her hard, fantasy
becoming reality. He was near to coming
already with that single thrust and he knew that she could feel it. �God. So
tight. So hot,� he gasped, not
completely aware that he was speaking such things. Her womb felt like molten lava but if that
were truth then he would happily melt away with her.

Whimpering, she rocked back against him, needing to have him as deeply
inside her as possible. Oh god, I nearly lost him! I did
lose him! But now he was back and
she was never going to lose him again.

He felt her need and brought his hands around her chest to grab at her
breasts and to lift her up against him, moaning as he felt himself slide deeper
inside of her with each frantic thrust of his hips. �Oh god, Aida, Aida, Aida,� he moaned, the
notion that he was going against the game not even entering into his head. This was his wife. She was and always
would be his. And he would be hers. Always.

Her whimpers turned to loud moans in the blink of an eye as she got to
feel the length of his body against hers.
He had her totally and completely at his mercy yet she felt some
control. She almost felt that if she
pulled away, he�d let her go . . . not that she was actually going to try.

He had been about to beg her to come already so he could let go of his
trembling resolve, but he bit down on her shoulder to stop the words from
coming. He wasn�t going to beg. If he wanted her to come then he was just
going to have to make her come. With
this thought in mind he let one hand move down her body between her legs,
careful to keep her tight against him as he did so. His fingers danced over her wet folds, pulling
away briefly in surprise as he felt his own touch figuring he must have
embraced the sensation of their joining together. His fingers moved upwards to her clit,
fingering it in slow repetition as his tongue and teeth worked at her delicate
neck and his other hand attempted to roll her left nipple between his finger as
he held her.

Her body jerked in surprise. Only
Sands� grip on her kept them from falling to the bed in a tangled mass. Behind her blindfold her eyes were open in
shock and desperate need. Sands . . . need Sands . . . need release .
. . Sands. . . From the heaviness of
her limbs she knew that one more surprise should finish her off.

He was gasping with need himself but he had to taste her. With this in mind he raised his right hand
from between her legs, smirking weakly at the whimper she made at its loss, and
yanked the gag from her mouth. He then
forced her head to turn towards his and their lips met in a crushing kiss that
was little more than teeth and pressure. He forced his tongue past that gauntlet and
tasted every part of her mouth and lips, thrusting harder still as she bit down
on his bottom lip causing him to gasp. His
hands moved quick over her naked body, pulling her close and then pushing her
away with each thrust of her hips, determined she was not moving nearly fast
enough on her own.

�S-sandsss,� she hissed against his mouth as she allowed herself to be
moved to his rhythm, feeling her need build and build until it was nearly
unbearable. �More. Harder.
Rougher. Please.�

He didn�t answer, he only acted. If
rough was what she wanted � it was more than what he himself needed � then
rough she would have. He withdrew from
her completely and flipped her mercilessly on the bed before throwing her legs
up into the air over his shoulders and thrusting into her again hard. He pulled her against him so that she was
nearly bent double and thrust into her hard, grunting with each movement of his
hips, feeling her body contort and stretch against his intrusions. His hands were grabbing her hips, no doubt
leaving bruises as he fucked her. He
didn�t feel bad for leaving bruises there, in his current mind he could either
grab her hips and hold on or grab her throat and strangle her. This was clearly the safer option although he
had to occasionally remind himself of this fact, something he�d never shared
with Aida and never would.

She came almost immediately, finally free to scream joyfully as she went
over the ledge.

Sands� control shattered with that scream, and he arched against her as
he came, an utterly relieved expression crossing his face as he committed it to
memory. It was so wanton, so primal that
he couldn�t help but respond to it. He�d
always loved hearing women scream, no matter the context. He would have said that this type of scream
was vastly superior to the other, but he had a suspicion his answer would be
different with the circumstances. Something
else he wouldn�t share with Aida. . .

�Ouch, you�re twisting my chains,� she muttered a minute or two
later. It�d taken her that long to catch
enough breath to speak.

Sands sighed, not wanting to move but doing so anyway. �Better?� he murmured once he had extricated
himself from her. �I can take them off
now for you if you want. Just point me
in the direction of the key and I�m sure I�ll get there eventually.�

�On the table on your side of the bed,� she sighed, taking this chance
to suck in more air.

He turned his head and eyed the keys � they were entirely too far away
for his liking � and moved over the bed to get them. Once he had removed the chains from her
flushed skin and dropped them unceremoniously to the floor he wrapped his arms
around her once more and held her close, enjoying the feeling of her naked skin
against his. After a long moment he
spoke, �Did you really buy a riding crop or was that just in the story?�

She laughed weakly against his chest.
�I thought about it but decided against it. If I�m going to be smacked around, I prefer a
personal touch.�

�I was just curious,� he murmured with a grin. �Thank you for the letter, love. I never knew you had it in you.� He nipped at the side of her jaw. �My deliciously naughty little spitfire. I�m proud of you, I think.�

�I needed to get it out. That was
my worst fear, you know. Being put in
that position.�

He nodded. He had figured as
much. A woman in prison no doubt had
much to fear. Rape by one of the guards
was simply more obvious. �But you weren�t
afraid of me?�

�How could I be afraid of you? I
love you. Perfect love casteth out fear
and all that jazz.�

�So they say,� he said with a small smile. �I love you too, Aida. I�m sorry I left you.�

�You wouldn�t have if you could have helped it. I know that.�

�I should have listened to you. You told me not to fight him, you told me to
wait, and I didn�t. And you paid the
consequences.�

�Shh.� She pushed him over onto
his back and leaned above him. �Don�t. No blame.
No guilt.�

He shook his head slightly, staring up at her. �I don�t feel guilty, I feel stupid. And sorry. Stupid for not listening to you and sorry for
forcing you to go through . . . what you did.�

�You went through some bad things without me as well, my love.�

�I was hardly aware of my own name during that time, Aida. I wasn�t around to experience bad things,� he
said softly.

�Is this really what you want to be talking with me about, my love?�

He sighed and quirked his lips into something related to a smile as he
stared up at her. �Not really, no.�

�What did you want to talk
with me about?�

He gave a little shrug, his hands moving up to skim over her bare arms
as he looked at her. �Who says we need
to talk about anything?�

�I�ve missed you. There�s little
that I would like better than to talk to you.�

�I missed you too, Aida. I would
be content simply lie here and stare up at your face until the end of time but
I�m more than willing to talk about whatever you wish.�

She kissed the tip of his nose as a reward. �So, what were
you thinking while you were reading my little story?�

He grinned at that. �I was
wondering what wanton sex goddess had taken over my wife�s beautiful body and
why hadn�t I met her before?�

�You liked it then.�

�I think it was a bit above mere like, my love. And that blank page you added in was wicked. You did do that on purpose, didn�t you?�

�Blank page?� Aida thought about
that. �No . . . I don�t think so. I was using a pad of hotel stationary to
write all that, and I was trying to get everything out as quickly as it popped
into my head. Maybe I accidentally tore
off two pages?�

�I�m not entirely sure I believe you, but fine. I�ll accept that for the time being. I did indeed like it, Aida. It was entirely too real.� He frowned at that, not having considered that
she might not have written it from his point of view but of a guard�s. What would she think if she knew how true the
guard�s thoughts regarding her rang for him?

�Why are you frowning?�

�Did you write that for me or for yourself?�

�Both. I needed to express that
fear. You were right about that. But when the thought occurred to me to write
it down, I just knew that I had to
include you in it or it�d just end up in the fire with the clothes I still need
to burn.�

�So you wrote me in the place of the guard? Or did you just write your fear?� he asked
carefully.

�Both.� She glanced down at his
chest, searching for the words to explain since this was so obviously important
to him.

�You don�t know what it�s like to have men questioning, commenting, and
providing a running commentary on your body, and your mind, and your sexuality
day in and day out. I pretended I couldn�t
hear, but as we got closer and closer to my sentencing, their talk . . . it
wasn�t talk anymore. It was
threatening. And possibly what I had to
look forward to in the future. Some of
the women were practically sex brokers, trading for what they wanted. It wasn�t going to be that way for me. It would have been rape for me. And I was so scared. If I had just written that fear, you never
would have seen it. I wouldn�t have let
you know. But you�re . . . you�re safe, Sands. For me, you�re safe. So it was alright for me to take you and put
you into that scenario that scared me.
Yes, I suppose I did write you in place of the guard.�

�You suppose?� he asked softly.

�Well, I didn�t set out to describe you in any way, did I? I just . . . I just knew it was you. That the man was you. And so the encounter came out erotic rather
than sickening. Do you think if I wrote
the same thing but with one of the actual guards filling that role in my mind,
that you�d want to read it?�

He didn�t fully know the answer to that so he didn�t speak. When Aida kept looking at him for an answer he
cleared his throat gently and murmured, �I just . . . I asked because I didn�t
want to be like the men you feared, Aida. The words . . . rang true for me. I could see myself doing those things; easily.
So if you had said that you only wrote
your fears . . . � he shrugged.

�Sands? We�ve done most of those
things in one form or another. And we
did them long before I thought I�d need to fear them.�

�Yeah, I know. Don�t mind me,
Aida. I told you before. I�m just feeling a little stupid right now.�

�No, this is important for me. I
don�t want you to feel bad about how we just made love.�

�I don�t feel bad,� he murmured, showing her a small smile.

�How do you feel?� she asked
lowering her head just enough that they could feel each other�s lips without
their actually touching.

�Loved,� he answered truthfully after a moment of silent. �Discontent however because I�m an insatiable
bastard who�s missed you terribly.�

�You know, I�ve been thinking about that.�

�Oh? Any solutions you�d like to
offer?�

�Well, I�ve been thinking about writing to be more precise.�

�Have you now? And what are you planning to write, my sexy little
spitfire?� he drawled, moving forward to connect their lips in a kiss but only
briefly, leaving both of them wanting and intending it that way.

�I was thinking. . .� she murmured as her fingers started to walk up
Sands� bicep, �that I might be
persuaded to write another one.
Sometime.�

He leaned in for another quick kiss before pulling back to look at her
with a smirk fixed onto his face. �And
what might one have to do to persuade
you, love? Or should I just go with my
best guess and work my way from there?�

�Unless your best guess is to turn scribe yourself, I think you might
need a hint.�

His smirk turned into a grin then with the tip of his tongue thrust out
between his teeth as he bit it. �I love
hints. Gimme,� he drawled playfully.

She kissed him with slow passion before murmuring against his lips, �You
write me a letter . . . someday . . . and I�ll eventually return the favor.�

He raised an eyebrow at that. �Me?
How do you know I can even write?�

�You, who excelled at everything in school? My master of a thousand languages? The man who could probably quote the page of
where to find what position we�re using in the Karma Sutra?�

He pursed his lips at that, ineffectively hiding a grin. �I don�t know a thousand languages only eight,
and while I�ve read the Karma Sutra that doesn�t mean that I have it memorized,�
he murmured. �Be that as it may,
alright. I�ll write you a naughty
letter, spitfire. I suppose it�s only
fair.�

�Reading the Karma Sutra. Is that
like getting Playboy for the articles?� she laughed.

�I�ll have you know Playboy used to have some very hard-hitting � no pun
intended � journalism within its pages. I
just read for that, I�m telling you,� he claimed, not bothering to put on an
innocent fa�ade in the least.

�Mmm-hmm. And I read romance
novels for their high quality of writing.�

He smirked at that. �Good for
you, spitfire.�

�You haven�t seen everything I bought yet, you know.�

His eyes widened marginally. �What
are you laying here talking to me for then, love? It�s time for show-and-tell.� He moved his hands up at her sides in a waving
motion as if to hurry her along.

�Ha. I did the work last
time. You can get the bag. It�s under the bed.�

Again he raised a single dark eyebrow but leaned to the side so he could
reach under the bed, keeping his eyes on her as he did so. Unfortunately what he sought escaped him so he
was forced to stretch further � she hadn�t moved from atop of him � but after a
bit of searching he brought up a bag and eyed it playfully before she snatched
it out of his hands, preventing his peeking.

She was about to open it up and show off what she�d bought � just some
things to replace some of their toys that must have gotten lost in this last
move � but a noise distracted her.

�Is that a phone?�

Sands sighed, wanting to lie, but nodding instead. �Yeah. Doesn�t
mean we have to answer it though.�

�But who would call a cell phone instead of the room . . . ?� Aida�s face went white. �Oh god.
My parents. They must be frantic.� She leapt out of bed and started digging
through a suitcase until she found the ringing phone.

�Hello?�

�Aida!� Susan Grant all but yelled into the phone, inclining Aida to
pull it away from her ear with a wince. �My god, is it really you?� she begged
frantically. �We didn�t � the police
said you had been taken. We thought you
were . . .� she trailed off, unable to voice her fears.

�No. I�m fine.� Aida took a seat on the floor, unable to do
much else. �Everything�s fine, Momma.� She didn�t know if she should say that Sands
was alive or not. There was no telling
how her mother would take the news.
Dead, Susan had accepted that he�d loved her daughter. If she knew that Sands was alive again . . . Aida
didn�t want to have to go back to defending herself.

�Don�t you dare give me the, �everything�s fine, momma,� nonsense Aida
Nicole!� Susan scolded her young daughter through the tinny speaker of the
phone. �Now you are going to explain exactly what happened for once in your
life to your father and I. You owe us
that at least since I don�t believe you�ll ever be returning again.� The anger had faded from her voice at her last
words, replaced by a kind of resigned sadness.

�I . . . I sent a newspaper, Momma.
I told you that . . . what exactly was wrong with my husband, correct?�

�He�s . . . he had other personalities. Disassociative Identity Disorder. Wasn�t that what you called it?� Susan asked
hesitantly. �He wasn�t always himself.�

�Right. And you understood that
when he . . . when he died . . . that someone else was still there?�

�What? No . . . how is . . . you
said he died? How could someone else
still be there?�

�Sands� personality was . . . erased. Deleted from the hard drive. He
was gone. Someone else took over. Anyway, I sent a newspaper to that other . .
. person . . . and to make a long story short, I was whisked away before
anything . . . bad . . . could happen.
To me.�

Susan took a breath, attempting to get all this straight in her head. �Sands is dead but his . . . body is still
walking around under a different name? And
this . . . person broke you out of prison?�

�That�s the gist of it. Yes. So I�m safe now. I�m sorry, Momma. I should have called you right away.�

Susan sighed. �They�re looking
for you Aida. They�ve been at the house
almost nonstop since you left. This was
the first time I could call . . . I didn�t know who would answer but it was the
only number I had for you. I prayed that
you would be safe, Aida. If you say you
are . . . I�ll believe you. But please,
Aida. Look after yourself and your
child.�

Aida looked at Sands, wondering just how much it was safe to tell.

Sands just shrugged, bending an arm beneath his head and stretching a
little as he lounged on the bed. He had
always been somewhat cavalier with his own safety though he didn�t see it that
way. �Tell her as much as you wish,
Aida.�

�I . . . I�m happy, Momma,�
Aida whispered, wondering if her mother would understand. If she did, that was alright. If it wasn�t. . . .

�You�re happy?� she asked carefully. �Truthfully?�

�Truthfully. Completely.�

Susan let out a brief sigh of relief at the sincerity she heard in her
daughter�s voice. �Then I�m happy for
you, Aida. You�re not exactly leading
the life I would have chosen for you . . . but if you�re happy then I shouldn�t
judge too harshly.�

�Thank you, Momma.� Aida sucked
in a deep breath. �I�m sorry I put you
through all that.�

�It wasn�t your choice. And you
can�t help who you fall in love with, either. I�m sorry it took me until now to remember
that, Aida. I truly am,� Susan said
softly.

�That means a lot to me, Momma.
More than you probably know.�

�It shouldn�t carry that much weight, Aida. I�ve done you wrong and I ask your
forgiveness. I only wish I could have
seen it sooner . . . while Sands was still alive.�

�He is,� Aida whispered.

Susan was silent for a long moment, apparently taking this all in or
sharing the news with Jack. �That�s what
you meant when you said you were happy,� she said softly in realization.

�Yes.� Aida had no idea what to
say, but she knew some kind of explanation was required. �He came back for me. Jeffrey got the paper, and the shock of
seeing me there . . . it somehow got to where Sands was buried. And he came back. For me.�

�Of course he did, Aida. You
could inspire the devil himself to love. Sands is but a man. Granted he�s a bit . . . different from most
men, but he�s a man all the same.� Susan
looked upwards as if asking God to forgive her for such a statement. �Jeffrey . . . I�ve heard you mention that
name before. That�s . . . one of Sands�
other personalities?�

�Yes.� Aida�s mind was racing to
remember in what context Jeffrey�s name had come up, but couldn�t
remember. If it�d come up in relation to
a pregnant Salida. . . Oh please no �

�But . . . didn�t you say that he was married to the woman I spoke to
earlier? Salida, her name was?� The penny dropped and Susan whispered a �dear
me,� over the phone causing Aida to wince.

�Try not to think about it, Momma.
It�ll save you a lot of . . . confusion.�

�But he has another wife! A
pregnant wife!� Susan managed to shout although her voice somehow never rose
above a whisper.

�Please, Momma . . .�

�God in Heaven but you have managed to place yourself in a rather . . . unique . . . situation, child,� Susan
breathed.

Aida laughed at her mother�s phrasing, extremely relieved that she didn�t
seem to be going on the warpath.

�I�d ask questions but I find I don�t dare. Some things are better left unknown in cases
such as this, Aida dear. I�m sure you
understand.�

�Yes.� Aida just shook her
head. �Will you call me again when you
can?�

�Of course I will, Aida. I�m not
going to lose you again,� she stated resolutely. �If this is our only safe means of contacting
each other then so be it. Your father
and I will miss you � your sister and brothers too � but your safety is more
important than that. As for your husband
. . . tell him that he�d better take care of you because if he doesn�t, so help
me ��

�He will. He�ll take care of me,
and the baby.�

�He�d better,� Susan murmured before sighing softly. �I love you, firefly. I have always loved you. Keep yourself safe and we�ll talk to you soon.�

�I�ll be waiting, Momma. Give my
love to Poppa.�

Susan said she would and forced herself to hang up the phone.

�All well in the happy home again?� Sands asked curiously when Aida set
the cell phone on top of the night table next to the bed.

�She�s accepted that you do love me.
And that I�m risking imminent death at your hands every day. Unfortunately, she connected Jeffrey to the �pregnant
roommate� I mentioned ever so long ago. . .�
Aida sighed.

Sands lifted a single shoulder nonchalantly. �There are worse things.�

�Hah. Before you were
merely a psychotic killer in her mind.
Now you�re cheating on her little girl.
Even if it�s not you. I�ll hear
more about this once she�s had time to process it all. You can count on it.�

�Oh I�m sure you will. That�s
what makes life interesting,� he drawled in that same nonchalant voice.

�You just say that because you�re not going to have to talk to her.�

He didn�t even bother to affect innocence. �Yup. It does seem that way.�

�You�re a pig.�

Sands raised a hand to place on his chest, looking hurt. �Here I am trying to be the supportive husband
and you call me names. That�s not very
nice, spitfire.�

�You�re not being supportive. You�re
being a pig,� she accused. �And do you
know what I do to stubborn husbands who make light of their wife�s troubles?�

�Oh I�m sure you�ll tell me,� Sands smirked.

�You�re not going to like it . . .� she warned.

�Oh really?�

�Really. You going to apologize?�

�Probably not, but who knows?�

�You leave me with no choice then. . . .� Her fingers attacked in the only way she knew
how to make him surrender to her. They
danced across his ribs, producing instant protests even as he squirmed under
her.

�Oh come on!� Sands breathed between fits of laughter, vainly attempting
to squirm away from her. �I was being
nice!�

�No you weren�t. You were being a
pig.�

�I was not! I was �� he broke off losing his breath to laughter again,
raising his hands up to push her way but not quite managing it. �I was being me.�

�Mmm . . . and I do love you . . .� she breathed, kissing him quickly.

�Then stop tickling me!� he exclaimed once she had pulled away.

�What do I get if I do?�

�For god�s sake, woman! What do
you want?� Sands all but whined.

�You,� she said softly as she stopped.
�Just you.�

Sands caught his breath and stared up at her, a mildly annoyed look on
his face. �You could have just said
that, you know.�

She ignored him, choosing to use her mouth to kiss her way down his
chest instead. He was still partially
clothed from their earlier lovemaking, so she had to undo the few buttons that
were still holding his shirt together.
Not that she minded. He was a
delight to unveil.

�Not that I�m complaining,� Sands added a moment later, a smile making
its way to his face at her actions.

Yeah, that�s what I thought. Aida just smiled as she nuzzled the skin of
his lower ribcage.

�Yeah alright, you got me,� Sands sighed. �Feel free to be as smug as you wish. I bow to your womanly charms.�

�Sounds promising.� She pulled
away to rummage in her bag of goodies, finally pulling out a tube of lipstick
and a change of clothing. �Be right
back, my love.�

Sands blinked at her hasty exit before calling, �You�d better be!�

When she returned she was in a powder blue silk nightshirt. That in of itself was a bit of a
jawdropper. It stopped mid thigh, and
with a slit that went nearly to her bellybutton and was held closed with a
simple tie near her throat. But for the
first few seconds after she came out, it was Aida�s lips that held Sands�
attention. She�d liberally applied what
turned out to be a bright, fire engine red lipstick. The kind that looked as if it would stain her
lips well into the next day. And the
kind that would rub off when she kissed, marking each place her lips
landed. He could think of a few places
where he wouldn�t mind seeing her kiss-prints.

�Oh. Well alright then,� Sands
heard himself saying, his eyes locked on Aida�s form as she stood at the foot
of the bed. �You look. . . . Well I�d say beautiful but that�s not quite
where my thoughts are carrying me. Erotic
perhaps? Drop-dead sexy? Those are a bit closer to the mark.�

She gifted him with a slow, sexy smile as she took a seat at the foot of
the bed.

He propped himself up on his elbows and simply drank in the sight of
her. �I�m not entirely sure what I�ve
done to deserve you, but for the moment I don�t care. Come here, spitfire.�

Her smile turned into a grin as she slowly climbed up his body, well
aware that he had a teasing view of her breasts as her clothing gaped with her
movement.

Sands just lied back, barely moving his hands to skim her sides, dancing
along the lines of silk and marveling up at her beauty.

Coming face to face with him, Aida�s eyes darted down to his lips before
coming back up to meet his gaze. �Is
this where you want me, my husband?�

�Just about,� he answered with a short intake of breath at her pointed
stare.

She laid her hands on his shoulders, and slid them down his arms with a
torturous lack of speed. When she
reached his hands, she lifted them, kissed the palm of each, then brought them
up to cradle her head.

�Where is it that you want me?�

�Well that depends,� he murmured, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks as
he looked up at her. �On the one hand I�d
love to see you leave your wicked kiss prints on every part of me. . . .�

�Your wish is my command,� she whispered with a wicked smile.

�That�s what I like to hear,� he responded with a smile of his own. �You do look exquisite by the way.�

�That was the point . . .� Her
hands slid back down his arms, still not traveling quickly. Just feeling him like this was a treat.

�Was it? Well I feel special now,�
he said with a smug smirk and a heated look cast in her direction for emphasis.

�Show me what you want, baby.
Remind me how to love your body.�

�As if you could ever forget, love,� he drawled. �But if instruction is wanted, then
instruction shall be given.� He
continued on in a detached professional voice although his eyes belied his
desire. �I love to touch and be touched.
I�m practically a hedonist, spitfire. I live to experience all that this life has to
offer. I live for pleasure and yet I
thrive on pain. You know that, you
understand that. I�m not a complete
sadist for I could never cause you that much pain and enjoy it, but sometimes I
dance along the edge.� He hadn�t fully
intended to tell her that and looks surprised at the words that had come from
his own mouth. �Simply kiss me, Aida. Granted there are certain parts of my anatomy
that I would enjoy feeling your hot breath and teeth and tongue on than others,
but don�t think that you�re limited by that. Just watching you look at me as if you�re
imagining I�m a piece of chocolate is enough to start my skin to buzzing.�

�So here,� she lightly touched his lips with a single fingertip, �would
be a good place to start?�

�Most assuredly so, my sweet,� he agreed with a grin.

She removed her finger and just looked
at his lips for several seconds, letting the anticipation build before she
oh-so-gently caressed his lips with hers.

Sands tried to lift up off the bed to deepen the kiss but she pulled
just far enough away from him to keep their lips joined in that same teasing
softness.

After kissing him just long enough to rouse his appetite, Aida let her
lips drag down to his jaw. She played
there for a few moments before continuing her slow journey. His neck was next to experience her loving
attention . . . his throat . . . his shoulder . . . his left nipple and then
his right . . .

�I�m sure you�re covering me in your lipstick,� Sands murmured slowly, �but
I don�t care in the least,� he continued with a highly contented grin on his
face that held more than a touch of growing frustration and arousal. He arched into her touch without thought, only
wanting to be closer to that beautiful talented mouth of hers.

�That was the point of buying the lipstick,� she replied just as softly
and slowly. Then she tilted her head
into his slackening grip. �Show me where
to go next.�

Sands only pushed her head lower, selfishly wanting her to drive his
desire further, and not minding in the least that she�d mark him there. In fact, he felt his cock twitch at the mere
thought.

Aida toyed with Sands. She knew
what he wanted and delighted in taking her own time to get there. She kissed the points of his hips, the flat
of his abdomen, the lean strength of his thighs. . . She delighted in the different textures,
different reactions . . . different tastes.
And finally she had nowhere else to go but where he wanted, so very
slowly, she eased her lips over the tip of his erection and gradually started
to suck as she allowed her head to lower.

Sands knew Aida would tease when he let her know just what he wanted
from her and he wasn�t disappointed. He
found he curiously didn�t mind her taking her time although each kiss that came
closer to what he wanted drew a progressively longer sigh/gasp/moan from him as
she moved. Now as she was marking him in
earnest he moved his hands up to entwine his fingers in her still � short hair,
arching against her almost too � hot mouth and vainly trying not to choke her
by thrusting his hips up to meet her mouth.

This wasn�t Aida�s favorite way of expressing love and desire, but she
did it because she knew Sands enjoyed it.
And in his enjoyment she found her own.
In listening to his gasps and groans of pleasure, in feeling the way he
tried to lead her with his hands yet managed to keep enough control over
himself that he never actually forced her to do anything, in knowing that she
could do this right up until he was at the brink of orgasm and then sheathe him
inside her . . . and that when she did, he�d hold his pleasure off long enough
to manipulate her body into joining him.

Sands lifted his head up off of the bed � momentarily wondering why he
didn�t have to push hair out of his face but remembering � and tried to watch
her as her head moved between his legs, but unable to keep his attention
focused that long while she was driving him to distraction.

Then Aida suddenly raised her head and looked at him. Through his shock at the loss of contact, he
noticed that her hair was mussed from his hands, that her lipstick was smeared
from her efforts, and that there was a gleam in her eye that was purely Aida.

He drew in a quick breath at the very sight of her, murmuring �goddess,�
just loud enough for her to barely hear it, his eyes not leaving hers.

�I don�t think your mouth has enough of my lipstick on it,� she breathed
back, never looking away from him.

�A problem that must be rectified at once,� he responded without
thought, sitting up to move to her as best as he could.

�Yes. . .�

His mouth practically latched onto hers, tasting himself on her lips as
he kissed her with abandon. His arms
wrapped around her waist and he pulled her close, his heavy arousal trapped
between them. He didn�t care. He only wanted to kiss her senseless so that
was what he did.

Aida kissed him back, pulling on his shoulders as she tried to
recline. She needed to feel his body
over hers. Needed to feel him around
her, caging her yet egging her body on to fly free.

He willingly gave into her desire, moving overtop of her and deepening
their joined kiss as he did so. His
hands braced on either side of her but he did not bring the rest of his body to
embrace hers yet. He nipped at her lip
between kisses, getting a taste of her lipstick in the process but not caring. He felt about ready to devour her whole and
still he wanted more.

This was all well and good � very, very good � but Aida wanted
more. And she had no problem with doing
what it took to get what she wanted. She
braced her feet on the bed and raised her hips until they brushed against Sands�. She could feel his arousal burning against
his skin through the thin silk of her nightshirt; it would feel just as good to
him she knew.

Sands bit down on her lip hard at her movement, not designing to hurt
and punish her but in shock and heady desire. His hips moved against hers slowly, enjoying
the rasp of silk against his sensitive skin as their bodies melting against
each other.

Once she�d gotten her reaction, Aida let her body fall back down to the
bed. She slowly broke the kiss, and
without looking up at her husband, she raised her hands up over her head. �Touch me, please.�

�As my lady wishes,� Sands whispered in seductive tones, his hands
moving languidly over her skin. He let
his eyes drift shut and let his fingers see all. The pads of his fingertips danced over her
skin, following what lines he could and smoothing over the plains of her flesh
as if he were drawing a picture of her within his mind�s eye and soaking up all
the detail he could. His fingers moved
on, finding the hardened tips of her breasts and spending time enjoying the way
their texture changed as her nipples tightened Let it not be said that he didn�t enjoy the
way she moaned at his exploring, he did, and it only served to spur him ever
on.

Aida purred her contentment under his hands, allowing her eyes slide
open so she could watch the absorbed look on his face.

Sands� hands just kept moving, his fingers splaying over her curiously
rounded belly. His eyebrows rose to his
hairline as he realized just what he was feeling and he glanced up at her. In his rush quell the fire burning through him
after reading her letter earlier he hadn�t taken the time to really explore her
body. Now he was looking upon the early
stages of her pregnancy and he couldn�t help but feel a little overwhelmed. Not commenting on what he saw and felt he
leaned down to lay nipping kisses � he was in a biting mood � along her
collarbone as his hands moved lower still.

�Sands . . .� she murmured, letting her eyes slip closed again. �That feels nice.�

�I live to please you, my sweet,� he drawled, his biting kisses moving
up to her neck to mark her before moving down to her breasts while his fingers
lightly traced the tops of her thighs.

�Do you?�

He pulled away to look at her curiously, thinking about her question. �It�s a better reason to live than any I can
think of,� he answered after a long moment.

�Well . . . you�re definitely pleasing me right now.�

�Glad to hear it, love,� he said with a smug grin. Now that he had answered her question he
turned back to the task at hand, his mouth moving to take one rosy nipple into
his mouth while his hands moved to find the wet heat between her legs. His tongue rolled her nipple in time with his
thumb rolling her clit and he was more than pleased to hear and feel how she
reacted to him. He wished he could
somehow watch her as he did this, but hearing and feeling would have to be
enough.

�Sands . . . please . . . I need you so badly . . .� Aida nearly
panted. She loved him so much that his
touch wasn�t nearly enough to satisfy the craving he�d created inside her.

He could have teased her, he might have teased her, but he was torn by
her voice. �As my goddess commands,� he
whispered before simultaneously thrusting deep into her and pulling her up into
a sitting position to mirror his own; her breasts crushed against his chest and
her legs splayed behind his back while his own stuck out behind her. As she was lifted upon his thighs he took
advantage of that height and continued kissing her chest while he moved within
her.

�Oh!� she gasped as he unexpectedly pulled her up. Usually she had her knees under her when they
were in this position; this time she didn�t and being confined to his pace was
a bit frustrating. Even if he was deeper
inside her than usual, even if she was pressed so tightly against him that
there wasn�t room between their bodies to accommodate a postage stamp, even if
. . . actually, it wasn�t so bad if she took the time to think about it. Not that he allowed her that time.

He couldn�t help a grin at her exclamation, determined to bring out many
more like it. His hands moved to her
hips and he directed her, stealing all the control she had that he could. He
wanted this and so he was taking it. He
was feeling overly possessive and domineering at the moment � he didn�t fully
know why but nor did he care � and she was just going to have to deal with
that. Not that he was about to slake his
own lust without ever thinking about her own. He wasn�t blind. He could see how much she needed her own
pleasure. With this thought in mind he
pushed her even closer to him so that her clit dragged along his pelvis with
each movement of their joined bodies. And
still he kissed her.

Groaning, Aida pulled Sands� head up so she could kiss him, deeply and
thoroughly. If he wanted to dominate the
movement of her body below the waist, that was fine by her. But she wanted � needed � to kiss him.

Sands growled into the kiss and fought her control only for fighting�s
sake. He was actually more than willing
for her to kiss him into oblivion but he found he couldn�t help but fight back.
Their tongues dueled and lipstick was
smeared across their joined mouths like fresh blood. If he could have seen it he might have been
further aroused at the sight but as it was his concentrations were elsewhere.

Aida missed his long hair now as she didn�t have much to hang on to
anymore. It was harder to force him to
stay close to her, but she managed. It
gave her a little power rush to manage to maintain that one small act of
dominance while he lifted and lowered her body, rocked her hips into his, and
generally made her feel like melting into a puddle of goo.

Sands growled again at her impertinence, but he was actually somehow
proud that she was able to hold her own. He was far from tamed, but sex wouldn�t be
nearly as fun with a completely docile partner. And Aida � his beautiful, sexy goddess � was
anything but docile. On the one hand he
allowed her her victory in the kiss, but on the other he swiftly brought her
hips down on him again and again, faster and faster, wanting but unable to
break away from the kiss to grunt with each thrust.

In the end he managed to get his way.
Aida broke their kiss to gasp for breath, but she didn�t give up all
together. Still keeping her tight grip
on his hair, she positioned his head so that she could rest her cheek against
it. It was a blessing and a curse; on
the one hand, he supported her body completely as she reached for release. On the other hand, his breath rushed past the
damp skin of her neck, distracting her with the pure eroticism of the
sensation.

He leaned forward just enough to place his mouth on the side of her
neck, lapping up the sweat he found there in slow motions � an utter contrast
to the furious pace of his hips against hers � and bit and sucked at her neck
to muffle the moans that she tore out of him, much preferring to listen to hers
instead. He felt himself go ridged and
knew he was on the cusp of climax. He
pressed more pressure against her neck as he bit/kissed/devoured her until it
had to be painful, but he was too far gone in his own passions to be aware of
such things.

With a sharp jerk, Aida wrapped her legs around her husband�s waist and
ground herself against him, coming with a loud cry.

Sands broke away from her now reddened throat and let out a moan as he
convulsed within her quivering womb. Those
powerful inner muscles grabbed him greedily, milking him for all he was worth
and more and his moan just went on and on, his arms tightening around her back
as her legs did the same to his waist.

After what seemed like � and very well might have been � hours, they
slumped against each other, leaning against each other, their bodies
sweat-slick and heaving as they both attempted to regain lost breath. Sands had placed his forehead upon her
shoulder, silently marveling at the way her hand still moved through his sweaty
hair. How she would even think about moving let alone manage to
was beyond him at the moment.

�I love you,� she breathed several minutes later when she felt as if she
could speak without breaking into tears.
Over the past months she�d missed him so much that all of this still
seemed like a miracle.

�I love you too, Aida. Very much,�
he murmured back, his head not lifting from her shoulder but his words clear
and truthful.

�I�m sorry for the way I behaved when you were gone. I should have fought to stay out of prison.�

�Don�t be stupid, Aida. I don�t
blame you for what happened. If anyone�s
to blame it�s me,� he argued as he lifted his head slowly to look at her; their
bodies still joined as neither of them seemed to want to move.

�I wasn�t thinking about the baby.
I should have been. It should
have been a priority. With all that
money at my disposal . . .� she shook her head.
�I could have stayed out of prison if I�d tried.�

�But you didn�t. If I hadn�t. . .
. If I hadn�t gotten you out of there,
if I hadn�t come back, would you have fought?�

�The scary thing is that I don�t know.
I mean, it would have been easy to get an appeal, seeing as how I went
through all that without benefit of legal counsel...but...there was so little I
actually cared about. Even knowing that
I wouldn�t be allowed to keep the baby wasn�t enough to motivate me. Perhaps once reality sank in I would have
tried...� She just shrugged. �I�m very glad you came back.�

�So am I, Aida,� he whispered. �I�m
sorry it took me so long.� His arms
tightened around her in an embrace.

�I�m just glad you came at all.�

�I wouldn�t have stayed away if I could have helped it,� he murmured.

�I know,� she soothed. �I know.�

Sands sighed. �You�re not
supposed to be comforting me, Aida,� he muttered. �If anything, I owe you much in the ways of
comfort. I never thought you were dead.�

There was truth in his words. She
didn�t want to have to comfort him; what she wanted was to simply crawl up
inside him and wash away the past months in a flood of tears. But doing so would only make him feel worse
than he already did � whatever he said to the contrary, Aida couldn�t find it
in herself to believe that he didn�t feel any guilt about what had happened �
and she . . . she couldn�t deal with trying to comfort him through her own
pain. Not now. So it was easier to simply comfort him and
ignore her own feelings. Given enough
time they would disappear. Right?

�I�m fine, my love.�

�I don�t believe you.�

�Why would I lie?�

�I don�t know, but you are. You�re
not fine. No one would be just fine
after what you had to go through. Not
even you. So please, don�t try and
pretend that you are,� he whispered gently. �You don�t have to.�

Yes I do. �You�re here with me. I�m safe.
You�ll never leave me again, and even if something should ever happen to
you, I know better now than to try to go back home. There�s nothing for me to worry about.�

Sands sighed and brought his hands up to cup her cheeks, bending her downward
so the he could kiss her forehead gently. �I am here with you, Aida. I�m right here,� he whispered.

She hugged him tightly for a moment before gently disengaging from
him. �I�m going to go shower. And then I think we should both get some sleep.�

�Sounds like a plan. Seeing my
beautiful wife all hot and wet and slippery. . . .� He trailed off with a small smile, sitting
back on the bed as he watched her get up. �Or did you not want company in your shower?�

Her lips quirked. �You can join
me, but I�m warning you now that I�m tired.�

�You say that as if you expect me to try something,� he said, placing a
hand over his chest in mock insult.

�When are you not trying
something?�

�Um, I do sleep,� he offered, getting up out of bed to follow her to the
bathroom.

�Yeah . . . considering how ready and able you are in the mornings, I�m
not sure that�s a good argument.�

He snorted but didn�t otherwise comment.
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