by Lainey Fox
Igniting Her Passion
By Lainey Fox
Copyright © 2015 by Laney Fox
& Scarlet Lantern Publishing
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.
All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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He took her wrists and bound them in front of her. Part of the handcuffs was a thin cord, and he used it to pull her towards him. She was nearly naked, left wearing only a strapless bra and a lacy black thong. He pulled her wrists towards him and she felt her eyes fluttering closed. It was intense, this feeling of being dominated. She loved that her hands were bound in the front. She was his, and his alone to control. Vance kissed and nibbled at her neck as he reached down to take off her thong, peeling it slowly down her thighs.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed in her ear.
She cooed back, leaning her head towards him for a kiss.
“Nuh-uh,” he said pulling away. “I’m in charge. You can just sit back and relax. Place your hands in your lap for me, darling.”
She did as she as told. Vance, never letting go of the thin cord, got on his knees.
He spread her legs apart and began to lick her, slowly at first. She leaned into the cabinets, her chest heaving up and down. He reached his hand up and unhooked her bra as he licked. His tongue was warm on her clit and his long licks were making her drip slowly onto the countertop. She placed her legs on Vance’s shoulders, trying to relieve the soreness from trying to hold herself up on the countertop. There was a distinct difference in the way Vance and Dan ate her out. Vance was a lot slower, seeming to save every moment of it. Dan was faster, acting as if he were going to consume her. They both had different levels of control.
Crystal didn’t want Vance to stop. She wanted him to keep going until she couldn’t climax anymore, collapsing into his arms. Vance’s shoulders were tawny and strong. He showed no signs of exhaustion when she propped her thighs up on him. She was curvy and heavy in certain areas, which used to make her self-conscious. Vance didn’t mind one bit. He loved every curve of her body. With each attack on Crystal’s clit Vance felt her clenching. He knew she was close to an orgasm.
1
Crystal leaned her head against the window in the bus and closed her eyes. She’d been traveling for almost six hours, and was finally only moments from arriving home. Outside, it was autumn. The leaves were bright shades of orange and red, giving the forest the appearance of being on fire. She hadn’t intended on going home again, in fact she’d heavily protested when her brother asked if she’d like to visit for a few weeks. She avoided going home at all costs; it was where all her old ghosts lived. It was even the home of her first love, Vance Peterson. She’d heard he was a firefighter now, and was well known throughout the town. Crystal tried not to dwell on him as thinking of Vance always drew a sinking feeling in her chest.
When the bus finally stopped, she barely recognized her surroundings. The town she grew up in had always been into festivities, but they had really outdone themselves that year. The houses were adorned with plastic pumpkins, fake spider webs, and ghouls that hung from trees. Her brother was still at work, so she would have to walk home. He’d left her a key under the welcome mat, just like her parents did when she was a kid.
As she walked through the town, memories of her past life began to flood back to her. She’d been in love with Vance since high school, and had dreams of marrying him before they both went off to college. Those dreams were shattered when she found out he slept with one of the cheerleaders. Devastated and wanting to be as far away as possible, Crystal went off to school at Yale. When they were younger, Vance was the most sought after boy at school. He was tall with pale skin and soft brown hair he was always shaking out of his eyes. His lips were light pink and his eyes were clear green. He had been muscular back then, playing sports with his jock buddies. She couldn’t imagine what he looked like now; though she assumed he was in shape and much stronger for his job as a firefighter. Between his changes an her daydream, Crystal didn’t recognize him as he walked down the street towards her.
Vance, however, instantly recognized Crystal. She was slightly taller in the boots she was wearing, but everything else was basically the same. He recognized her dark chocolate skin and the shine in her eyes. Her jet black hair, worn wild and loose was the same as when they had dated. He even knew the curves of her chest and wide hips. She’d gained a little bit of weight since he last saw her, but she still looked amazing. Vance wasn’t surprised that Crystal didn’t recognize him. He was much leaner thanks to his work, and his combat boots added an extra inch of height.
He stopped a few feet in front of her, wondering if she would notice him. When she looked the other way at a shop across the street, Vance called out her name.
“Crystal!” He called. “So what, you’re just going to walk past me without saying hi?”
“Huh?” she turned around to see what ghost of her past was talking to her like that. “Oh my god!”
Crystal walked slowly over to Vance, who held his arms out.
Vance smiled and hugged his former love tightly before letting her go and holding her at arms length. “What are you doing back in Rouge Falls? I thought after… uh well… you know, that I’d never see you again.”
Crystal laughed. He was the same Vance as he’d always been; a playful jokester that couldn’t take anything or anyone serious. He was a bit taller, his shoulders were broader, and she could see his muscles through his firefighter t-shirt. He was wearing black pants with black combat boots. His hair was slightly shorter, but not so short that he couldn’t still sweep it out of his eyes in that way she had loved so much.
“So let me guess, Petey convinced you to come back here for the festival, right?” Vance asked with a wide smile plastered across his lips.
“You got it. I wasn’t going to come because I have so much work to get done at the office, but you know Petey. He won’t take no for an answer.”
She smiled shyly at Vance. She was sure he was married by now, with a beautiful wife and kids. As she wondered what is perfect life must be like her interrupted her thoughts.
“What are you doing later?”
“Me? Not much. Petey’s got the night shift so I was just going to hang out, maybe watch a few movies and order Chinese food.” She bit her lip before asking, “What about you? Got any big plans involving putting out fires? Going out with someone special?”
“If all goes well, I won’t be called into work tonight. I was planning on going to Sasha’s party. She throws a huge party every season. It’s pretty extravagant, but the town loves it. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go?”
Something in his crushed green eyes made her say yes. She knew she shouldn’t have, but Vance was so alluring even when he didn’t mean to be. He was irresistible when he was pleading like that.
“A party sounds like a good distraction for me. What time does it start?” She asked, trying to sound coy.
“Around 9, afte
r most of the town is off work. Should I pick you up around then?” He waited for her answer, pushing a lock of brown hair out of his eyes.
“Nine sounds perfect,” she responded. “I’ll see you then. You know where I live right? I mean, um, where Petey lives.”
Vance chuckled. “Of course. I’ll see you in a few hours Crystal.”
She couldn’t help herself; she blushed at the thought of being on a date again with Vance. When they parted ways, Crystal began scolding herself in her head. Why was she doing this to herself? What if Vance was only being nice because she didn’t know anyone around here? Maybe he was even dating Sasha, and Crystal would arrive later only to be humiliated in front of a bunch of strangers. She shook her head, trying to shake away her anxieties. It was ridiculous to think like this. She’d only just gotten back to town. She should be relaxing, not freaking out over which Vance was dating. Besides, even if he was dating somebody, she could probably find a handsome man to take home wit her. Petey wouldn’t be back till late, but she knew he wouldn’t mind.
When they were growing up, Petey had an endless string of females sneaking in and out of the downstairs window. He had half the senior class in love with him by the time they graduated high school. After Crystal and Vance broke up, she hadn’t wanted to date for a while. There were a few boyfriends in college, and even some experimenting with the same sex. But for some reason no one had been able to please Crystal the way she wanted to be pleased. She liked a man who really pushed her around, someone who would take charge. Everyone she’d hooked up with so far had been on the docile side. They’d cringed when she’d offered to use handcuffs with them.
None of that mattered anymore. She was back in town to reinvent herself, not go back to her weird old ways, even if they had been a lot of fun. But what was she going to do with herself for the next couple of hours? As Crystal walked home, she thought back on her relationship with Vance, and all that could have been.
2
Vance arrived at the bar a few minutes after his conversation with Crystal. The bar was old, with greasy wood paneling and plastic booths the color of medicine. The owner had strung lights around the inside that were rainbow leaves. He went straight over to the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks.
“Long night?” the bartender asked.
Her name was Shelby and she and her father both owned the bar. Vance and Shelby had slept together a few weeks ago, and she hadn’t stopped harassing him since. The sex had been okay. Shelby was fairly vanilla about it. She didn’t like blindfolds, or handcuffs, and she especially hated flogging. Vance grew bored quickly but he continued to hook up with her anyway because what else is a man to do when they’ve found themselves in such a position? His firefighter buddies had really hounded on him about that. They were a hive mind of men in their late twenties to early thirties, all who were involved with either each other or the various women of Rouge Falls.
“I actually didn’t work last night,” Vance said.
“Oh. I figured you would have come by the bar if you weren’t working,” she said with a smile.
As she poured his drink, she leaned over the counter, revealing her large breasts. Her skin was so white he could practically see the veins underneath, even in all that orange and red light.
“I should have set the bar on fire, that would have caught your attention,” she joked.
Vance didn’t find fire jokes very funny, but he said nothing. Shelby had no idea what it was like to lose your house to the elements, to see everything you’d ever worked for engulfed in a mess of heat and embers. She wasn’t his type, anyway. Maybe if Crystal would let him he’d tell her some stories later. Vance sipped his whiskey in silence, it was two in the afternoon, and the bar was full to bursting with people. That didn’t stop Shelby from directing all her attention at Vance. He just wanted to be left alone. He was having a hard time believing he’d just run into Crystal. He thought back to when they were younger and they would spend their weekend’s party hopping and sneaking liquor out of their parent’s cabinets. The town was legendary for its parties, rangers thrown in fields, dances held in the thickest of woods.
Once, toward the end of football season, Vance and Crystal had decided to attend one of the games. Afterwards, they’d spent the evening curling around each other on the abandoned Astroturf, making love under the full moon. Crystal got spooked when she thought she saw people watching them from behind the bleachers. When Vance ran over to see, it turned out to be nothing. He found a few crushed beer cans, but that was about it. Afterwards they ran into the woods for a bonfire. Their friends were all sitting on logs drinking and throwing back old stories. Crystal had sat on Vance’s lap and given him a boner. He’d let his hands run absent-mindedly up and down her spine, loving the way her butt moved against his crotch. She was ticklish on her backside, and he loved teasing her through layers of cotton. Somehow what they were doing was that much sexier because they were in public.
They were hidden in plain sight, two young lovers on the verge of a breakup. A week later, Vance slept with a cheerleader, Monica, losing Crystal in the process.
“Why, oh, why did I do that that?” He chewed this question over in his mind before tapping his glass.
He needed a refill a little liquid courage to get him through the afternoon. The likelihood that he would need to rush over to work was slim. His warlike talkie had been silent all day, save for his friends making farting noises and joking around on the airwaves. Things were better when they were quiet.
Vance wondered what Crystal was up to. Part of him wanted to walk over to her house, maybe ask her to lunch. But he didn’t want to seem too forward. She had this strange pull over him, one that he couldn’t explain. It was strange, but he’d never seemed to fully get over her. There was always a spot in the back of his mind, a nerve that he poked when he was lonely, or jerking off. It would instantly bring him back to those hot autumn nights when all he could feel was Crystal’s spine mixed with wet astro turf under his palms.
Vance slipped Shelby a twenty before leaving the bar.
“Bye, Vance!” She called out. “Hey wait- are you going to Sasha’s party later?”
Vance froze up momentarily before turning around and shrugging. “Probably,” he responded.
“Cool, see ya there!” she gave him the thumbs up before turning back to her customers.
Vance thought Shelby was a great girl and all, but she just wasn’t his type. He headed home, planning on watching a little porn before the party later. He needed to get all his energy out before he saw Crystal.
3
Vance arrived at Crystal’s house a few minutes early. Unsure of what to do with himself, he paced around the side lawn. His nerves were getting the better of him. Even though he had already cum three times before coming over, he couldn’t get his stress levels down. He couldn’t stop thinking about Crystal and what she was doing, or what she was wearing. The hours that led up to meeting her felt like they stretched into days.
Vance had tossed on a pair of black jeans with a button-up white shirt. He was nervous, but not so nervous that he was sweating through his clothing. When Crystal opened the door, she looked breathtaking. Her dress was short and black and hugged her in all the right places. Vance admired the way her hips jutted out, the slender curve of her long brown legs. Her shoes were small and black; Vance noticed the heals, which were painted gold. He admired them.
“Hey,” he said, leaning against the porch.
“Hey back,” she said, turning around to lock the door. Vance had to stop himself from involuntarily slapping her plump behind.
They began to walk down the stone path, Crystal nervously swinging her clutch bag. It wasn’t yet winter, but she felt goose bumps running up her arms and legs. Perhaps that was a side effect of being near Vance. His hair looked gorgeous and slicked back, and she could see his muscles outlined through his white shirt. She tried to look at his face but was nervous, so she settled for the space between his eyebrows.
Sasha’s house was close, perhaps too close. Part of Crystal wanted to keep walking alongside Vance, maybe get to know him better.
“So you’ve been finishing your degree in a different state?” Vance asked.
“Yeah. I really wanted to stay here after high school, but there was just so much drama going on. I figured things would be easier that way.”
Vance was silent for a few minutes, examining the bright red trees that shed their leaves all over the street. He knew the drama she was referencing was his infidelity.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I can’t imagine anything was keeping you here.” Even though it was partially his fault that she’d left, he was hell bent on making it up to her later that night. He would treat her like the princess she was, before he went rogue on her. Maybe then she would forgive him.