Cherry Dreams

by Lilith Duvalier

  A new one.

  Something just dangerous enough.

  They each left a few pound notes on the table. She took Alaric’s arm as they went out into the street. It had occurred to neither of them to bring an umbrella, but after spending the day wet with sweat, getting wet with rain water was appealing.

  “We should take the long way around,” Alaric laughed, lifting his head to the sky. “Damn the rain.”

  Jane stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Yes. I just want to stop at the chemist’s first.”

  “Are you ill, darling?” Alaric asked.

  Jane kissed him again, and set her mouth to his ear. “No. But I have an idea.”

  She felt Alaric shudder under her hands. He knew exactly what “I have an idea” meant. She had him wait at the counter while she made her purchase, and tucked the small bottle into her purse before he could see it.

  They walked back to their hotel hand in hand, making an extra circle around the block even as the rain fell harder. They were absolutely soaked by the time they returned to the door. The look the concierge gave them was nearly as angry as it was horrified. They ignored his sputtering about his wet floor and went directly to their room.

  They stripped each other out of their clothes. The wet cotton was reluctant to pull from their skin and their pruning fingers were unsteady on the buttons. Jane was surprised at herself, at the spark of lust that burned through every nerve in her body when Alaric finally freed her from her dress with a last desperate yank that ejected her from not just her skirt, but her bloomers as well. He fumbled at her corset laces for a several moments before she decided to just leave it on. She dropped down onto the bed, spread her knees wide and tugged Alaric down between them. He dove for her like she was water in the desert, tonguing over and inside her while she petted through his hair, digging her fingers into his scalp and tugging at the strands.

  She let him take her up until she was wet and shivering, but not desperate, and then grabbed her purse and pulled out the bottle.

  He groaned in disappointment when she pulled his head back by his hair and set the cool glass of the bottle to his cheek.

  “Soothing Syrup?” he asked, eyes blank with confusion. “You’re not… I don’t understand.”

  “It’s cherry flavored,” Jane purred, tracing it down his cheekbone and then back up.

  “There’s… opium in it, isn’t there?” He asked, still sounding confused.

  “Medicinal in small amounts. Says so in the advertisements.” Jane dragged the bottle down his cheek, over his mouth and down his lower lip. He panted out a breath and his eyes fluttered shut like they had for the last week and a half, whenever she touched his lip and started the game.

  “I haven’t taken it in years,” he stammered.

  “And what effect does it have on you, Alaric?”

  “I umm… it makes me…” he managed, eyes still closed. “Groggy. Sleepy. Drunken. Umm… hard to… hard to stay awake or… move if I take too much.”

  “Makes you relaxed, then?” she prompted. “And still?”

  “Mmhmm,” he agreed.

  “Sorry?”

  “Yes…” His tongue darted out, as though to lick his lips and was stopped by the bottleneck pinning his bottom lip down. He looked up at her. “Anisette.”

  She smiled and retracted the bottle, wrapping her fist around it. “No. Not for this game. Just Jane.”

  “Yes, Jane.”

  “Do you want to play?”

  “You never ask. Why are you asking?”

  “This is more than we usually do. You have a choice. You can always say no.”

  “I never do.”

  Jane pulled his head further back and kissed him. “I know. Get up. Lay back against the pillows like earlier.”

  ****

  Alaric stood, aware of his chest rising and falling with his quickened breath. He was anxious but not afraid, unsure of how this would feel, but not how Jane would treat him. He was always submissive to her, and now… he was about to surrender completely.

  He was already settling back onto the pillows to do it. Already laying back, spreading his legs.

  He granted himself a steadying breath and lifted up his head up to see what she was doing when he felt Jane’s hands close around his ankles. She dragged him farther down the bed by a few inches, then pulled his legs wider before she set them back down. She swung a leg over him, dropped into her usual position over his thighs and unscrewed the cap of the syrup. Alaric felt his spine already beginning to tighten in anticipation, his mouth falling open, ready to accept what she administered.

  She winked at him, and placed the bottle to her own lips.

  “Jane? What are you––”

  She threw her head back, lifted the bottle then pulled it away and leaned over him. She set her thumb over his lip, swept it back and forth then sealed her lips over his. He opened to her.

  The taste of the cherry flavored drug burst in his mouth and he swallowed it down. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, licking into it, seeking out every trace of the syrup.

  “How much?” he asked.

  “More,” she answered.

  Jane set her hand at his neck and pressed him back into the pillows. She stuck her finger into the bottle and pulled it back out blood red, then held it just above his mouth, letting it drip onto his lips before he snaked his tongue out to lick it from her skin. She dipped her finger into the bottle again and pushed it into his mouth, and once more before taking another pull from the bottle and pushing it into his mouth with her tongue, more of the liquid flooding his mouth than it had before.

  His heart was hammering. He could already feel the edges of his thoughts getting fuzzy as Jane kissed him.

  “More?” she asked.

  “Wait,” he said. He couldn’t remember how long it took for the drug to kick in. He didn’t want to find himself suddenly gone.

  “Take my corset off.”

  Alaric set his hands to her thighs and smoothed them up her body, seeking out the strings behind her back. They weren’t quite as wet or as slippery as before, but he was having a harder time grabbing them. The memory of the first time he’d done this, over a year ago, floated through his mind, desperate for her to let him touch her while she lay on top of him, motionless while she waited for him to undress her as per instruction.

  He set his palms to the small of her back and pushed her forward and downward, arcing up to catch her lips.

  The noise she made before she kissed him, almost a whine, sent sparks down his spine, up his cock, crackling through his stomach and his limbs. She tasted good. She felt good. He could feel her breath skating across his skin.

  The knot finally came free and he dug his thumb under the first line of laces, pulling them free from the grommets. Then the next one, then the next one until they all came away in his hands and the fabric and whalebone between them fell away.

  Jane breathed in deeply and slowly blew it back out, like she always did when the corset came off. She swept if off of his body and he shivered at the feeling of the silk sliding across his skin.

  She dropped down to kiss him again, giggling as she did.

  “What?”

  “You taste like medicine.”

  “I’m soaked in it,” he answered. His voice sounded odd in his head. Echoing?

  She set her thumb to his thumb and pulled down. “Then let’s start.”

  He could feel his heart drumming in his chest as she worked her hand down his body, blazing the trail her lips would take as they created the sparks in his body that made him desperate for the flame to be fanned. He let out a breath and let himself go boneless. It was already easier to push the tension out of his muscles.

  She pressed his mouth to his, her lips soft and warm. He moaned a little at the feeling of her tongue slipping inside his mouth, tickling against his own, probing into him with a taunting rhythm.

  He felt warm and heavy. The world around him was slowing down.

  Ja
ne’s delicate fingers slipped down his chest, tickling against his chest hair as they moved down to a nipple, pinching. He bit his lip and let his head fall to the side. It felt different that usual, duller but… deeper, like the touch went through him instead of just over his skin. And the imaginary touch carved across him, several inches out in front of her hand, already tightening around his other nipple.

  His hips started to work, just in tiny circles at the feeling, not just of her hand pinching at one nipple and the expectation of her hand pinching at the next one, but of the shadow of her fingers too now, still tickling down his neck. Her mouth settled against the budding nerve and he laid his head back and groaned.

  The syrup was sinking in. He felt like he was being touched everywhere, her hands and mouth cascading down his body instead of simply traveling.

  It was awe-inspiring.

  “Not holding still,” he murmured as he realized that his hips were still rolling slightly into nothing as his cock slowly stiffened.

  “Forget it. Just breathe,” Jane gasped.

  He rarely heard that tone from her and even as his thoughts clouded and his limbs started to feel like they might not be wholly attached to him, he recognized the tone. She wasn’t just turned on. She was as turned on as she’d made him.

  He sunk further into the pillows as she kissed her way across his chest, sucking the other nipple into her mouth, just once, hard and sharp before kissing down his stomach. She bit at his navel and then he felt the building pleasure bloom suddenly at the feeling of her lips at the head of his cock, just a quick kiss, then her tongue against his slit, just a quick dart.

  They both echoed through his drugged consciousness, mixing in with all other touches still meandering through his skin. Her hands slipped down his balls, squeezing and rolling them before sliding her thumb down the sensitive skin between his legs.

  The urgency died for a brief moment, and Alaric didn’t realize that her fingers had left his body until her felt them smooth over his face, catching slightly in his five o’clock shadow. He rolled his head lethargically back up and opened his eyes. It seemed darker than it had before. They hadn’t lit the lamps when they’d come back to the room. The shadows were deep on her face and her hair melted back into the blackness of the room.

  “How do you feel?” she asked.

  “Good. Warm…light?” he answered, then laughed.

  “More?”

  “Yes.”

  “Drink it,” Jane breathed. She dug a hand under his back and leaned away, pushing up against his spine. He didn’t move, and the pressure of her hand wasn’t enough to lift him. It took him a moment before he realized that she was steering him upward, and he was supposed to follow. He worked his way up, falling back after his first try. He dug his elbows back into the pillows to work his way up this time, grabbing Jane’s arms for balance as he pulled himself up.

  “You’re getting there, sweetheart,” she breathed.

  “More?” he replied.

  “Just a little bit,” she told him. Her smiled glowed. Her teeth flashed white in the darkness. He leaned forward into her chest, surprised at the slight feeling of sweat between her breasts.

  She smelled good. Her weight on his thighs was so close to his cock. He could feel it… throbbing. He was getting hard. It felt slow… which was strange, as he never resisted getting hard, even when he knew the sooner he became erect the longer he’d be left stiff and wanting.

  His head craned back, he felt Jane’s hand sneak under it, cradling it. Her other arm moved. He couldn’t see it. She lifted his head and pushed it to her chest, into the softness of her breast. He tasted the line of cherry, sticky on her skin and lapped at it. He tried to close his mouth around her nipple, suck the way she liked him too, but it was hard to move his mouth. It was two more tries before he managed to suck the steady trickle of sweet cherry syrup from her body.

  Jane’s hand tightened in his hair and pulled his face back again. She dove to plunder his mouth, ravaging him before whipping away and shoving his face to her other breast.

  He remembered his teeth after a moment, took the peak between them and rolled it slowly. Jane actually cried out and bucked into him, then did it again when he moaned, mouth still around her breast.

  Her hand settled at his throat and pushed him back down onto the pillows. Her fingers were in his mouth again, thick with the cherry sting of the medicine. He sucked around them. They popped out of his mouth with a lewd noise as she yanked them away, then returned them, smearing the Soothing Syrup around his lips.

  Alaric sucked his lip into his mouth to catch every drop. His tongue was starting to feel heavy in his mouth. He tried to reach up, tried to grab her shoulder, bring her down to kiss him again. He loved kissing her, but his arms didn’t move the way he was trying to get them to move. They swung away from him when he tried to touch her, like trying to push the wrong poles of magnets together.

  “No more,” Jane whispered.

  “All right.” He smiled. His limbs were too heavy to move, just like when she tied him down, but so much more. “Jane… what are you… are you going to do to me?”

  Her finger at his lip burned like a brand and his hips rolled harder at the feel of it.

  “You know exactly what I’m going to do, remember?”

  Her nail scratched just the tiniest bit as she moved it down his neck again. The line, the line she’d been following, over and over again, erupted down his neck and down his chest this time, different than it had ever felt before. It was like the tesla coils from the exhibition they’d seen, arching and snapping over his skin.

  “Oh, wow, Anisette, I…”

  “Jane…” she corrected softly, but it was like he was underwater. He pulled in a breath before she set her mouth to his and drowned in her kiss as the entirety of the line burned against his flesh. He could feel her finger and her lips on his mouth, his chin, his chest, moving down his body, over his stomach, and down his groin, his cock still struggling to get hard when it was heavy like his arms and legs. Jane’s kiss was gone suddenly, and his could feel the feather brush on her lips moving down the line where his skin was crying out for her.

  Jane’s fingers slid down his groin, and her lips wrapped around his cock and sunk down. His head rolled back and he nearly screamed. He felt his body try to convulse as her mouth worked around his cock but the motion that started in his mind ended in nothing more than a twitch in his hips, even when the glide of her tongue turned to the hot suction of her mouth.

  Nothing had ever felt like this before. Nothing they’d done together. Jane’s lips were firm and warm and working him over, her hands tight at his hips. He couldn’t tell if he was moving or not. He couldn’t tell if her hands were squeezing at his hips or holding him down. He was pretty sure his head was moving back and forth, the dark was moving strangely around him, swishing and spinning, but it seemed just as possible that the ceiling was moving.

  He tried to reach down to touch her again, but his arms just rolled at his sides, out of his control.

  He was utterly helpless underneath her, like he’d never been before, not when he was tied, not when he was naked, not when he was hard with his cockhead weeping, waiting for her to just bring him off already. His mind and body were slowed, stopped almost, at her command and all he could do was lie here, knowing that he was in her hands and unable to be anything but hers.

  When she swiped her tongue up him this time, his whole body spasmed, them melted again when her thumb came back up to his mouth.

  “Are you still all right?” she asked. He could hear how breathless she was, and feel how hot her panting breath was, rolling over his face.

  “More, more…” he groaned. It sounded a little garbled, even to his own ears. He couldn’t tell if that was the fault of his ears or his mouth, but as Jane’s hand’s started their journey again it didn’t matter.

  Before he’d been able to feel her hands in several places at once, and now it felt like she had a thousand hand
s on him at once. Down his neck, down his chest, over his nipples, hot like they were on fire when Jane bit them, down his stomach, back to his cock. He felt her fingers move under his balls, felt the pressure and the bloom of pleasure in his stomach when she pushed into the flesh just underneath them. The feeling was so intense that he tried to jerk away, but couldn’t get his muscles to let him.

  He groaned in relief when she squeezed her hands around his knees, then clenched his eyes shut when her thumb came back up to his mouth.

  The line burned even hotter this time, his limbs were even heavier and her mouth over his cock was even warmer, for the one quick suck she gave him. He could feel the tight ring of her lips sink down, all the way down, until they were tight around the base of him. His cockhead, which already felt swollen and oversensitive, was wrapped tight in her throat and her hands were definitely pushing his hips down into the mattress now. He always tried not to jerk into her mouth when she did this, the very rare occasions that she did this, but it was so hard to stop himself.

  Another repetition, her tongue replaced her fingers, and the heaviness in his limbs started to lighten, but the world felt slower.

  “One more.”

  She was moaning into his mouth now, kissing him and licking and sucking over his skin with her hand already around his cock, aching hard in her fist as she coaxed him through one more lead up.

  ****

  Fuck, Jane thought as pinched and pulled at his nipples while she kissed him. She had expected this to be more about him. The repetition game was a dull sort of fun for her, pleasant, but nothing special until the last week of the game when a mere touch made him ache for her.

  And he loved it, so every few months, when they found themselves in a town that could hold her interest for longer than a few weeks, she started a pattern for him and watched him learn it.

  The restraint in his mind that the pattern game started was interesting, but she preferred being able to see what held him. See the ribbon, rope or chain against his skin, rolling back and forth over his sculpted muscles, or digging into his pale skin. She liked to see him bound.

  But this was… intoxicating.