by Leah Matheny
“You’re playing with fire, Dani. You’re going to get burned,” he said slowly through gritted teeth.
I kept my eyes on his while I pulled his breech cloth away and tossed it by the leggings. Nervous, I couldn’t look down at him yet so I lowered myself and put a hand on either side of his chest.
Still looking into his eyes, I slowly tilted my face to his chest and licked him. Hearing his small intake of breath gave me more courage, and I stood up and stepped out from between his legs. Straddling his chest, I sat down on his stomach; reaching behind his neck, I untied his necklace of bear claws and gently laid it above his head.
Fighting my desire to grab his face and kiss him, I traced his eyebrows and nose with my fingers. When I began tracing his lips, he opened his mouth and bared his teeth at me. “Honon! You wouldn’t try to bite me, would you? Not a very smart thing for a man to do in your position.” I touched his lips again. “Are you really mad at me?”
He jerked his head away and growled, so I stood up and walked over to the shelf to get the washcloth, towel, and oil--and gather some more courage. As I turned to walk back I stopped, and starting at his head I slowly moved my eyes down his entire glorious body. He definitely didn’t desire me at the moment. His glaring eyes bore into me. “Well, I guess you really are still mad at me. You’re too tense, Honon, why don’t you just relax and you’ll enjoy yourself more.”
His face calmed and he raised one eyebrow. “What makes you think I want you anymore?” He ended on a sneer.
That stopped me for a second. “Do you mean to tell me you’re interested in the new woman you just brought here? Have you told her you’re about to be a father?”
Still with calm confidence he said, “Maybe I’m not.” He looked up at his wrists and jerked them some more.
“I swear to you that you are. After the baby is born, if I could take you to a hospital, I’d be able to prove it. But somehow I don’t think you’d be man enough to handle being proven wrong.” I shrugged casually and walked toward him.
“I will see you pay for this. I will enjoy wringing your neck,” he said through clenched teeth. His jaw muscles showed just how hard he was biting down. The anger was back.
“Now, is that any way to talk to the mother of your child?” I shook my head and clucked my tongue. With a wet washcloth, I walked over to him and sat down between his legs, facing his feet. After washing off and drying his feet, I put some oil in my hand and began to massage them. He held himself perfectly still. I moved my legs so I was straddling his hips on my knees, and I was careful not to sit on him or touch him because I had nothing on under my skirt. I started to massage his calves, and moved up to his thighs. Finally he moved; I felt his muscles flex and I could hear the leather straps on his wrists being pulled again. Slowly I moved up higher and higher. “Your legs are magnificent, you know.”
He didn’t reply.
I turned around so I was facing him and moved up his body to sit on his stomach again. Pouring more oil on my hands, I started massaging his wrists and he kept trying to grab my fingers. “Uh uh, no you don’t,” I said softly while I moved my hands down to his forearms, and slowly up to his biceps to squeeze. “And the size of your arms, I can’t even get my fingers around them.” His arms fascinated me, their size and strength. I moved to his neck and shoulders. “You’re so tense. If you don’t relax, your shoulders will hurt when you put your arms down.”
“If you’re concerned, why don’t you untie me now? Let me go, Dani, I promise I won’t bite.”
I laughed. “Oh yeah, you’ll bite…a lot.” My apprehension left me when I felt him getting aroused; there was movement at the back of my skirt. I moved down so I was straddling his waist on my knees, careful not to touch him. “Ooops, I don’t want to ruin my skirt with the oil,” I said while grabbing the ties at my waist. He was watching my hands while I slowly pulled the straps until the front panel fell off. I heard his moan.
Honon looked into my eyes; his were dark with his enlarged pupils. I threw my skirt by his clothes and felt him touching my thighs. “Sit down, Dani.” His voice was husky. He thrust his hips upward, but I moved out of the way.
Slowly I shook my head as I grabbed more oil and began to massage his chest. “Mmm, I love your chest. It’s huge…so hard.” I moved to his nipples, rubbing around them and pulling them gently. I felt twitching against my thighs again.
“That’s not all that’s hard. Sit down. That’s what you want isn’t it? Are the others not enough for you?” He kept moving his hips, trying to touch me.
I made a tsk-ing sound, “You’re making those stupid comments again. You don’t want to make me mad, do you?” When I moved down to sit on his thighs so I could reach his stomach, he also couldn’t touch me. I put more oil on my hands, and starting at his thighs, I slowly moved up over his hips to his ribs. Damn, he’s huge. I moved back down his stomach, moving my hands to his hips, and down his thighs again.
He hissed between his teeth.
I started to go up again, but stopped. “Oh no, you’re going to get oil on my top.” I grabbed the straps at my sides and pulled, then looked at my fingers. “Hmm, they’re still oily.” I began rubbing my hands on my thighs, going down to my knees, between my legs on the way back up, and moving them to my hips. He growled and moved his hips; his eyes were open wide, his pupils huge. Grabbing the bottom of my top, I pulled it off and threw it by the other clothes.
“What are you wearing?” He blinked.
“This is my bra. Your mother helped me make it. Don’t you like it?”
“No I don’t, that’s why I cut your last one up. Why do wear it? Other women here don’t.”
“If you haven’t noticed, my chest is a little on the large side. I need the bra to keep me supported ‘cause it’s uncomfortable to just let them hang for a long time. Another reason is the bra protects my nipples.”
“And why do you need to protect your nipples…from me?” He said.
“No, because of the pregnancy, I’m tender.” I untied the back. “Though the tenderness isn’t so bad at night as it is in the morning.”
Reaching up with both hands, I very slowly untied the strap behind my neck. It fell away. He groaned and tugged at his arms as I tossed my bra by the rest of our clothing. I put more oil on my hands, and starting at his thighs I went up as far as I could reach. My breasts touched his body. Slowly, I went back down again, up my thighs, over my stomach, around the sides of my breasts and up my neck.
He began jerking his arms. “Dani, untie me.” His voice was hoarse.
“No, you said you were going to hurt me.” I moved my hands up his legs again, and stopping before moving all the way up until I could place my hands on either side of his head. “Do you still want to hurt me?”
He shook his head while staring at my lips, then with precision, he licked his lips and grinned. I moaned and slowly laid my body down on top of him, moving my legs on top of his. “You can prove to me that you don’t want to hurt me by letting me kiss you. You better not bite me,” my eyes squinted in warning.
“Oh, Dani, I want to bite you all over,” he groaned. “Kiss me.”
“Honon…” I kissed him all over his face, and finally his mouth. I held his head and kissed him deeply then I kissed his face again. “I’ve missed you so much. There’s never been anybody else.” I hoped he would believe me. He just grunted and kept pulling on his restraints.
“Stop, you’re going to tear the skin on your wrists.”
“Then take them off me,” he said between clenched teeth again.
“No, you’re still mad at me, I’m afraid of what you’ll do.” I licked his lips as I began to move my body over his. “Besides, I’m not finished with my revenge yet.”
He growled, opened his mouth, and lifted his head to kiss me. His hips moved, trying to touch me; failing, he growled again.
I moved my kisses and nibbles and licks down to his chin, his neck, his chest. I could hear the creaking of the leather str
aps and his heavy breathing. I moved lower until I felt the tip of him and completely covered him, swallowing as much of him as I could. He yelled out and went dead still. Slowly, he began to move his hips. After a few minutes, he growled and started struggling again. As I continued, I could hear and feel his struggle when he pulled at his arms. I stopped and looked up at him, “Honon, you really should stop that.”
He was breathing hard when I stood up to walk over to the shelf. “You can be a bitch,” he growled.
Surprised, I turned--but not before I removed the shock from my face. “You know that term? Interesting, you shouldn’t be so quick to judge me though. But wait…you’ve done that before, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” I walked back to him with the honey and sat down between his thighs again. “I just wanted to make this a little tastier. What’s the word you used? Oh yes, cujcuje.”
I stuck the tip of my finger into the honey and moved up to rub it on his lips and slowly licked them clean. I did the same to his nipples. Dribbling some in his belly button, I licked that clean. Moving lower still, I dripped more on him. He began groaning.
“Dani, please untie me. You’re killing me.”
I shook my head and slowly lowered my head to lick him clean. He struggled, he grunted and I heard something hit the ground; I was grabbed by my arms and lifted up. He’d ripped the stakes out of the ground. Grabbing me by the waist, he lifted me up and then impaled me. We both yelled out.
Honon grabbed a hold of my head and started kissing me while he moved underneath me. His honeyed lips slanted back and forth over mine; and holding my head still, he kissed me thoroughly. His hands moved all over my body, back to my head to hold it where he wanted, then all over my body again. I felt his teeth and tongue as he bit me down the side of my neck.
I pushed against him; his touch was exquisite, but I needed air, I needed…more. He leaned to the side and grabbed the knife. As I gasped with fright, he looked at me in confusion.
“Here, use the knife to cut the straps off my feet, hurry.”
I twisted around to grab his ankle while he still kept moving underneath me and I cut the strap. Before I could turn around all the way, he grabbed the knife, stabbed it into the ground, flipped me over and gave us both what we wanted.
Sometime during the night I woke with my backside feeling cold, even though I was wrapped up in Honon’s arms. “The fire is going out,” he said. I got up to put more logs on the fire and he cut the straps from his wrists and ankles.
Will he walk out again?
He came to stand next to me and put his arms around me, kissing the back of my neck. “Dani, what am I going to do about you?”
I walked over to the food. I didn’t know how to answer him, so I ignored his question. “Are you hungry?”
He came over by me and started lifting lids, looking at everything. “I think I like what’s over there better. I like honey.” He walked over and dipped his finger in the pot. Stalking back over to me, he rubbed his finger on my lips. He slowly licked my lips clean, sucking and nipping. By the time he stopped, I was clinging to him and breathing hard. He chuckled, “Not yet my cujcuje…ha’ni…my sweet tasting honey. You have to wait now.” He smiled and turned to walk around the room. My eyes rapidly scanned his body, his naked body. God, he’s gorgeous…perfect. He bent down to pick up my bra. “You don’t have to wear this all the time, do you?”
I shook my head, “No, not at night.”
After tossing my bra back on the floor, he walked over to the fire, stoked it, and swirled the water with his hand. He came back around me and ran his finger down my spine. I felt goose bumps rise on my skin. “Honon…”
“Shh.” He picked me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down where our feet had been before. He began kissing me and touching me all over, and made me delirious with wanting more.
“Make love to me, Honon, now, please.”
He just kept kissing me. His hands slid over my arms, bringing them up over my head, and entwined our fingers. I felt his muscles, his hard legs spread mine. Then he put both my hands in one of his, his other hand slid down my body and slowly back again. He teased me repeatedly, starting to enter and pulling away again. I tried to touch him, but his hands were around my hands and wrists. The next thing I knew, my hands were tied to the stake.
“What…how’d you…why...Honon, no,” I shook my head in shock, trying not to cry. He’s going to leave me again. I looked down his body and sighed with relief. No…he isn’t going anytime soon.
He leaned down and kissed me. “Trust me, cujcuje. You want me to trust you, yet you don’t trust me? Now that doesn’t sound fair, does it?” He got up, walked over to the shelf and grabbed a cloth, the soap, and a towel. Turning around, he walked to the fire and threw the cloth and soap in the water; he grabbed the pot and brought it all over to me. “I thought I would take care of you just like you cared for me,” he grinned. “At least I’m leaving your legs free. Does that make you feel better?”
I shook my head.
“No? Do you want me to tie your legs apart too?” He stood up with a strap in his hand.
“No! No, I don’t. Please untie me. This isn’t fair. You’ve already had me tied up before.”
Honon didn’t reply as he sat down beside me and grabbed the soap out of the water. Lathering his hands up, he set the bar on my stomach and moved down to my feet. “I thought I’d be kind and wash your feet for you.” He started at my feet, slowly worked his fingers in between my toes, and slowly moved up my calves. I watched him grab the wet cloth, wring it out, and wipe off the soap; afterward, he toweled me dry. Oh, how I wanted him.
“I don’t want you to get cold,” he said while pushing my legs apart and sitting down in between them. Grabbing the soap, he got it wet and rubbed it over my thighs. “No, I think I like my bare hands better,” he laid the bar back on my stomach, but I was breathing so hard that the soap slid off. Slowly, he washed my thighs, not quite reaching the juncture, never taking his eyes off me. My eyes stayed on him while I took long, deep breaths. Closing my eyes, I felt every touch of his rough hands. I felt him rinse and dry my thighs. No, he definitely isn’t leaving.
“Honon,” I swallowed a lump in my throat, “you should be happy to know you’re driving me crazy.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, cujcuje, I haven’t even started yet.”
That statement hit me in the middle of my stomach and rapidly traveled south, making my heart speed up in response. His face turned serious again and he scooted up so he was straddling my waist. Lightly sitting down on me below my hips, resting on his heels, he grabbed the soap and got it wet again. After lathering his hands, he threw the soap in the water. Starting at my hands, he slowly worked down until he ended up at my hips. I started to whimper; I couldn’t stop myself.
“Don’t cry, Falling Rain, I’ll take care of you.” He kissed the tip of my nose, then rinsed off the soap and dried me. He stood up on his knees and looked me all over. “Hmm, now what still needs to be washed?” His eyes came back to mine with a raised eyebrow. “Well?”
When I opened my mouth to say something, nothing came out.
That sexy grin slowly rose. “I know…” He quickly flipped me over onto my stomach and I let out a startled yelp.
“What’s wrong?” He chuckled. “What did you think I was talking about?”
I growled into the fur. Honon turned around on me, facing my feet. He lightly sat on my bottom and washed the backs of my legs. I had my legs plastered together, but he pried them apart with ease and began to wash my inner thighs.
“Honon? I think you already washed that part of my leg.” I turned my head so I could see him--or only see part of his shoulder as he turned his head to look back at me.
“Shh, don’t tell me how to do my work.” He rinsed and dried my legs before he turned himself around and went to work on my back.
“Oh, this feels wonderful. Are you free to give me my bath tomorrow night?”
; He nipped the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, “I’ll bathe you every night for the rest of your life if you want.”
My eyes opened wide and my heart picked up speed, wondering if I’d heard what I thought I’d heard. Please, please. “Umm…yes, I do want.”
“Good.” He moved to sit down lightly on the backs of my knees, taking a lot of time washing my bottom. “There, I think I’m done.” Honon sat up and quickly flipped me back over. “What do you think? Am I done?” His voice was very low and seductive. My mind stuttered a non-answer. He moved his face only a few inches from mine, “Well, am I done?”
I slowly moved my head back and forth, biting my lower lip.
He gave me his sexy grin. “No, I don’t think I am either.” Lifting one of his knees, he grabbed my leg and pulled it away so he could put his leg in between mine. He kept his eyes on mine while he lifted his other knee, grabbed my other leg and spread it apart to put his legs together. My breathing picked up its pace. Leaning over to grab the soap and lather his hands, he sat back on his heels and moved his legs apart, which spread my legs even wider.
Little sounds were escaping my throat as he slowly looked down my body until he was staring at what he would wash. Slowly, he brought his hands to me and gently, thoroughly washed me. My breath kept catching in my throat, “Honon…please.”
“Please what, cujcuje?” He smiled with his eyebrows raised, as if he was completely innocent.
“Honon, you’re killing me here.”
He stopped and looked at me thoughtfully. “Hmm, where have I heard that before?” He said with a grin before proceeding to rinse and dry me off. I was panting and squirming around, moving my legs up and down his body. He held my legs down and stopped to look at me.