Stark September (Stark Trilogy Book 1)

by C. D. Bradley

  After what seemed like an eternity, slow, dark music began to build. The momentum heightened her anticipation. She listened fervently for some clue as to what would happen next. There was nothing. Then softly, something brushed over her foot and up her right leg slowly, softly, like fifty leather fingers trailing over her skin. She struggled to think whether she’d ever encountered an object like this before. Suddenly the soft sensation was gone, then the object reconnected sharply on the skin of her upper thigh. Holy fuck! What is that? It is surprising but not quite painful, and she gasped.

  He was in complete control. With gentle fingers, he swept the long dark hair off her back and let it spill over her chest and onto her breasts. Every movement caused the hair to dance, exciting her very receptive nipples. Kira was suddenly distracted by the sensation of warm, almost hot, oil dripping onto the nape of her neck and upper shoulders, turning into a slow, sultry cascade farther down the curve of her back. Slowly the hot liquid found its way over her skin and into her most sensitive crevices. Oh my! The heat, while almost painful at first, was immensely pleasurable. The fear drifted away as she began to enjoy the many sensations that enveloped her.

  The oil flowed faster now and was joined by strong hands massaging her back and shoulders. The powerful hands worked their way slowly down her back to her ass. The tempo of the music built, as did her desire. Kira felt herself giving over completely, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations and emotions. Though bound she began to feel alive and strong. Her fears and anxieties faded to distant memory as ardent desires took complete control of her body and spirit. The coarse hands now rubbed and excited her upper thighs, gently tracing over the opening to her pleasure. Kira became so aroused that she shuddered with each pass. Each tiny nerve ending was brought to life by the warm oil, each nerve now screaming for attention. Desperate with need, Kira struggled against her restraints. Owen’s fully naked body pressed against her arched back. His rock-solid cock pressed firmly against her ass as he ground against her, grabbing her supple breasts with both hands. The hot oil glided between them. With this much lubrication his massive cock could easily slide wherever he chose to put it. In her present bondage she would be powerless to stop him. Suddenly Kira was desperate to be fucked. All reservation was gone—she wanted his cock, needed it now.

  “Stark…please,” she begged, desperation dripping from her voice.

  “What, baby, tell me what you want.” His voice was firm, still in control, commanding.

  “Fuck me!” she pleaded. “I need you inside me!” Kira was aware her voice had gone up an octave. The ache for him was almost unbearable.

  “Not yet, baby. You’re almost there.” The quiet reserve of his voice was unsettling. She realized now the full helplessness of her situation. He alone held the key to her release.

  Despite her attempts to rock back into him, he only glided back and forth across her opening but would not enter her. Desperately she tried to twist and grind but was unable to find relief.

  “You promised to trust me…remember?” His voice was calm, authoritative, but not condescending. “Trust me in all things. Do you trust me, Kira?”

  “Yes!” she whimpered. “Yes, Owen, I trust you.” Kira struggled with the words as they spilled from her mouth. I don’t put faith in people. They will eventually let you down. But he is different!

  Strong hands encompassed her upper thighs, holding her firmly against him. The broad tip of his cock pressed hard into her. She was wild, like an animal now, needing him. Fuck me now! The large tip of his cock was poised just over her slit. Now, please!

  “I trust you,” Kira cried out. Just as the words escaped her lips, the massive cock slipped into her with such force she was sent lurching forward. The stretching was exquisite and painful.

  “Oh God, Owen!” she cried out, unable to maintain any composure as this moment. He held still for a moment, allowing her to steady herself. Then slowly at first, he began to move. Her desire had built to such a frenzied state that every nerve ending was alive and on fire. She trusted him to hold her up, and let her full weight rest into his arms and the restraints. She thought of nothing but the immense pleasure coursing through her with each thrust.

  Stark finally allowed himself to let go and fully enjoy her loud moans and screams. Every brutal bit of self-restraint had been building to this moment. Adrenaline and pleasure formed a wave that built in his loins and began to encompass his entire body. The ferocity of his pending release threatened to explode at any moment. Stark pressed on relentlessly.

  The darkness of the blindfold heightened all of Kira’s other senses and set her free. A new sound joined her ecstatic chorus. The low deep moans escaping from Stark were crude and guttural. His feral excitement sent her over the edge and every piece of her exploded into the most vicious orgasm Kira had ever experienced. As if on cue, Stark met her violent exultation with his own. He tensed, held her tightly to him, then finally released her.

  Spent and quivering, Kira collapsed into his arms as he undid the restraint at her elbows. He carried her gently over to the bed and laid her down. Kira, only semi-conscious after the powerful orgasm, was vaguely aware of the restraints being removed from her tiny ankles. Stark crawled into the bed beside her and wrapped her up gently in the silver cover. She quietly fell asleep, spent, in his arms. Stark held her for what seemed like hours, watching the moonlight and flickering fire reflected on her pristine skin.

  He couldn’t explain why this had felt like his first time. The release and power of this form of sex had been such a big part of his life at one time. He and Paige had explored and tested every limit. In some ways, it had set him free. Yet in the last year, it had begun to feel empty in some way. He couldn’t explain it. But tonight with Kira it had been different. Stark was suddenly aware of just how much he needed her. She made everything new. Even though the goal had been to teach her what this was about, he realized that he was the one learning. Maybe, just maybe, he could learn to love again. He fought to stay awake, to stay in this moment and soak it up as long as possible, but sleep at last claimed him too.

  CHAPTER 14

  Breathe! Just relax and breathe! You have to get out of this! Kira struggled to remove the gag from her mouth. If only she could breathe! Panic set in when she realized she couldn’t move her hands. She began to thrash and fight to break free. Her heart was racing like a jet engine roaring in her ears and pounding in her chest. She could not see. There was total darkness, filled with a mix of sounds and images, the horror of her past and the pleasure of that evening. The intense smell of leather in his back seat still filled her nose. The pain and helplessness of being bound threatened her every breath. She could see the black gloves in flashes as if they were everywhere. She struggled to calm herself and fight off the haunting images. Scenes that were long-oppressed threatened to claim her as she fought to grasp what was real now and what was memory. Memories, feelings evolved into a swarm of emotion that overtook her. She began screaming but her voice sounded so far away. Then she could hear him laughing wildly. That sick depraved laugh had haunted her for years. Now it echoed all around her. She felt strong hands on her arms. Kira lashed out wildly, her arms suddenly free.

  “Kira! Kira!” A familiar voice yelled. The voice seemed to cut through the laughter. “Kira it’s me, Owen! Wake Up! Kira stop. You are going to hurt yourself. What’s wrong?” Stark’s voice sounded nervous and far away. Then it changed. Through the darkness and terror he reached her. His voice had grown calm. “Kira, stop this. You are fine. You are safe.”

  A sweat-soaked and very disheveled Kira opened her eyes. The laughter was gone. She looked up at Owen and burst into tears. Oh God! It was only a dream! I really am going crazy! Though he didn’t understand what had happened, he wrapped her in his strong arms and held her close. The warmth of his presence was calming. Slowly he untangled her from the web of blankets, holding her softly against him the whole time. Finally free, she collapsed into his arms as and he laid her onto
the soft, silvery bed. Kira could feel his warmth all around her as she lay there shuddering and crying silently. After a few minutes, her distress turned to humiliation. She was so embarrassed for him to see her this way. I was supposed to be sexy and wild yet here I am a sniveling mess. She tried to turn away but his hand held her cheek.

  Kira’s chest heaved with big sobs. She appeared confused and still very frightened. “It’s OK. Hey it was just a dream. It’s OK.” Stark rocked back and forth holding her and trying to soothe the broken girl in his arms. “Kira I’m so very sorry. If I had known for one minute that tonight would affect you this way….” His voice trailed off. Stark hated himself at that moment. I can’t lose her! Oh God, what have I done?

  As Kira awoke more fully, her eyes began to focus on the havoc she had caused during her nightmare. Pillows and blankets were tossed onto the floor. Poor Stark had a bleeding scratch on his face. She reached up and placed trembling fingers over the cut. “Owen, you’re bleeding!” Gently she wiped away the blood. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” She didn’t get to finish. Stark put a finger on her lips.

  “Don’t apologize. I should have known better. This was a really bad idea. I got carried away earlier. Why didn’t you ask me to release you?” His voice was strained.

  How do I tell him what really happened? How do I tell him I enjoyed his touch immensely but being tied up like that brings back horrid memories? I don’t want him to know about that part of me. I can’t bear it. How do I explain something when I don’t even know what was real and what was imagined? She was crying harder. Realizing he was trying so desperately to comfort her, she buried her face in his bare chest. His arms enveloped her like a familiar blanket. She felt safe there. In the mixed light of the moon and the fire dance on his skin. How do I tell him about the ghosts of my past without him thinking I am crazy? As the thoughts raced through her rattled mind she struggled to answer, “I didn’t want you to release me. I got as caught up in it as you did. Every moment was incredible. This is different. I just had a bad dream that’s all. Maybe I should go.” Kira tried in vain to sound relaxed and in control.

  “Hell, no! You’re not in any shape to go out. Stay with me. Stay with me till I have to leave.”

  “You mean for your deployment? That’s 3 days from now. How exactly will I get away with that?” she asked with a chuckle.

  Finally she’s smiling. “You could come each day after work then and stay with me. I’ll make you breakfast,” he proposed hopefully.

  “Mmmm, breakfast! A really hot guy once told me that’s the best meal of the day! Especially when there are pancakes involved,” she taunted playfully.

  “That could definitely be arranged,” Stark said smiling, starting to feel more at ease. He wanted to believe her about the dream but he knew better. He had been around enough soldiers with PTSD to recognize nightmares created by some past trauma. Hell, he had his own demons that followed him into his sleep, haunting him and robbing him of much needed rest. But Kira hadn’t ever been to war. This was something else. Something dark that frightened and terrorized her. The thought that their activities tonight may have triggered the dream made him sick. He couldn’t bear to think of anyone hurting her….ever.

  The realization that he was completely naked except for his tags brought Kira out of the horrible past and back to the delicious present. I came here to be with this man, to feel him, to have him. She shifted so her thigh grazed his length. He tensed and moaned in response to her touch. Light as a feather, she placed soft kisses on his chest and the side of his neck. At first he tried to resist, “Kira wait, I don’t think.” She cut him off by rolling her hips into his. He moaned again, his grip on her tightening. He kissed her face gently and then found her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of her tears on his lips. He was awakened like a hungry animal once more. When his lips found hers he came alive, kissing her fervently. In a swift motion he rolled her up on top of him.

  “There now, my darling. You are in control,” he said through thready breath.

  “I am in control and right now I want you inside me.” The sultry words poured out of her mouth. She dragged her nails down his chest and smiled down at him biting her lip. “Now let’s see. If I were to stay, how do you suppose we would pass the time?” Kira’s attempt to distract Stark from her nightmare, though transparent, was effective. Despite his best efforts he could not resist a naked Kira straddling him.

  He took a deep breath as he looked up at her. Disheveled chestnut hair cascaded in every direction off her shoulders and onto her bare breasts. The wild look in her eyes revealed her true state of torment that lay just beneath the surface. He could see her desperation to put it behind her. His heart ached and he wondered if the source of her nightmare was what they had done or something else. He could feel her need to be with him at this moment and separate herself from the darkness that tortured her dreams. She began to move her hips back and forth, gliding over top of him. He could feel her warm juices along the length of his growing desire.

  “Mmmm like this?” Stark lifted her gently by her hips as he spoke and lowered her onto his already thick cock. Kira exhaled a slow deep moan. The sensation was exquisite. The simultaneous stretching and filling took her breath away. He held her still on him for a moment to let her acclimate to his full length. Then, slowly at first, Kira began to move, raising and lowering herself onto him. Stark groaned loudly as her wet heat encompassed him. Kira’s pace began to pick up and Stark grabbed her hips and pulled her to him thrusting to meet her movements.

  In this position, the grinding pleasure of his thick cock electrified her clit with each thrust, driving her to the frenzy she so desperately needed. She felt his hips tilt as he held hers, and began to work her back and forth as she rode him hard. Kira arched her back. Her hands went up into her hair and held tightly as the rhythm became devilishly forceful.

  “You feel amazing, Kira,” he moaned. He relished the soft light of the fire dancing across her flawless skin. The sight of her delicate arms above her head, the soft tresses of hair cascading around her fingers, the hypnotic movements of her body as she glided back and forth, filled by him, were enchanting. He could feel her body tightening around him as her growing frenzy brought her very close to release. Her moans became louder more intense.

  “Kira!” He breathed, “You are so breathtaking. I wish I could tell you how it feels to be inside you, but there just aren’t enough words.” His words struggled to escape between breaths.

  The rugged abandon of his voiced reverberated through Kira like shock waves from an earthquake. A tsunami of orgasmic pleasure engulfed her, releasing all the tension and pain she had felt earlier. In this moment of complete release she had no worries, no cares in the world but the ecstasy of this man.

  Stark groaned loudly as the tight spasms of her orgasm gripped him like a vice. He buried himself in her, coming hard for the second time that night. She collapsed onto his chest. Stark wrapped her in his strong arms and held tightly to the one thing he couldn’t bear to lose.

  They lie entwined like two perfect circles on the silvery sheets. Two lovers wrapped in a moment, they both wished it would never end. Kira squeezed his arm and tucked her face into his chest. The realization that he would be leaving in just a few short days was tearing at them both. Neither of them could sleep but no words could express the heaviness that hung in the room. So they lay there just holding each other, afraid to let go and fall asleep. He hit play on her ipod. As they lay there listening to music she whispered, “This is one of my favorite songs.” The soft melancholy melody of Death Cab for Cutie wrapped them up and sang of the end of a beautiful life together and going off together into the dark.

  I’ll follow you into the dark.

  * * *

  The blaring alarm startled Kira. She jumped up panicked, realizing Stark had gone. She had spent every spare moment over the last 3 days with him. She could smell him all around her on the sheets, on her skin. She knew this day had been
coming, but now that it was here the ache was so much more than she had imagined it would be. They had said good-bye last night, as he had to be at the Isolation facility (Iso Fac) by 0430 and she wouldn’t be able to say good-bye. Kira felt tears on her cheeks and laughed, recalling lying in his arms the night before trying so desperately to stay awake and savor every last moment. And now he was gone. Quit crying, you baby! You knew this was part of the deal! No surprises here. Kira’s vain attempt at bravery was fleeting. She jumped out of the bed and dressed with lightning speed. Throwing on her BDU jacket she raced out the door and jumped into the jeep he had insisted she use while he was gone. You are an idiot! A complete, blubbering idiot! She cursed herself as she drove to the air strip. As she approached the outer fence her silent prayers were answered. They hadn’t left yet.

  She knew that she couldn’t approach him. No one could ever know they were together. She pulled the jeep onto the rough gravel beside the road. She stepped out in time to watch Stark and his team exit their vehicle and walk across the tarmac to the plane. She fought the urge to call to him. It would have made little difference if she had, as the plane’s engine roared to life. Tears choked in her throat as she watched Stark and his teammates walk in what seemed like slow motion. They were men on a mission, a team of brothers. She pictured how they’d been in the restaurant. They were strong, passionate, goofy, and damn fierce. As they climbed the ramp onto the plane, Stark stopped. Does he sense that I am here? He turned toward her and ever so slightly nodded and touched the tip of his hat. A smiled crept across his lips and he disappeared into the plane.

  CHAPTER 15

  The first week with Stark away was almost unbearable. The nature of Stark’s work made it impossible for him to contact her for weeks at a time. He had told her it would be this way. Still, it hadn’t prepared her for the worry and emptiness that accompanied the waiting. She poured herself into work and running. She had eagerly accepted Stark’s offer to stay at his house while he was away. Somehow being around Mags was a little like still having him there. Also, if she was taking care of Mags, there would be fewer reasons for Paige to skulk about. Kira still struggled with the idea of Paige being so involved in his life. The other reason she’d accepted his offer was her growing fear her own apartment. She believed that her worries were unfounded and that the idea of an intruder was crazy, but she couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling that came over her whenever she was there.