by J. S. Cooper
“It’s not about what I want.” He rolled away from me and stood up.
“Where are you going?” I watched as he walked to the closet and opened it. My heart raced as I worried he would see the letters I’d put back. However, he didn’t even look at the top shelf. Instead, he pulled out some knee-high stockings, a black bra, some black panties, a pair of black heels, and a piece of lacy material.
“I want you to put these on.” He handed them to me. “And put the lace over your face.”
“Over my face?”
“I want you to cover your eyes.” He nodded, a smirk on his face. “I want to make sure you can’t see.”
“Why?” I frowned and sat up, brushing my hair away from my face as I stared at him.
“This is a test.”
“A test?”
“A test to see who you really want.”
“What?” I frowned. “And stop looking at me like that.” I didn’t understand, what sort of test was this?
“Like what?”
“Like you can see into my soul.”
“Oh, but I can, Evie.”
“No, you can’t.” I bit my lower lip nervously as I touched the delicate garments he had handed me. “And I don’t understand why you want me to wear these items.”
“I already told you.” He laughed. “It’s a test. You’re going to put these items on, and you’re going to lie on the floor with your legs in the air and wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“You’ll know when I’m ready for you.”
“You just want me to lie there and wait.”
“I want you to lie there and wait for me.”
“On the floor?” I trembled as he licked his lips.
“Yes, on the carpet by the door. There’s a cool breeze coming through the door. I want you to lie there and imagine it’s my tongue.”
“Why?”
“I want you to lie there on your back with your legs in the air waiting to be fucked. I want your pussy to throb with sweet anticipation. I want your nipples to harden, waiting to be touched. I want your stomach to churn with excitement. I want your heart to beat fast with every sound you hear. I want your body to experience the exhilaration of not knowing what’s going to come next.”
“Then you’re going to touch me?” I whispered and stared at his lips. How could I say no to him when I was already wet?
“I’ll only touch you if it’s me you want.”
“What?”
“As you lie there waiting, your body will tell you who you’re craving.”
“How?” I asked him stupidly. I already knew who my body was craving, though I didn’t understand how I could want to be with Tyler so bad.
“Because when you feel the first touch of a finger or a feather, someone’s face will pop into your mind. Then you’ll know who you really want.”
“I don’t understand.” I shook my head in confusion. Wasn’t it going to be him touching me?
“You won’t know if it’s me or Grant touching you.”
“What?” My jaw dropped. “I don’t understand.” I dropped the underwear on the bed. “Both of you are going to touch me?” I shivered. “Isn’t that considered a threesome?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Only one of us will touch you. You won’t know who.”
“I can’t just lie there and wait.” I stumbled over my words, excitement coursing through my body. “I can’t let someone touch me and not know who.”
“Why not?” He ran his fingers across my lips roughly. “What are you afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid of anything.” I shook my head. “Why am I here? Am I just a sex toy? Is that why Grant won’t let me leave?”
“You’re here because you met Grant at a bachelor party. He offered you five grand for a dance and you slept with him.” He shrugged, and I could hear a tinge of anger in his voice.
“So why are you coming on to me?” I snapped.
“Because I think you made a mistake with Grant.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because you want me.” He smiled smugly and leaned in. “You want me to fuck you so bad, I can see it in your eyes.”
“No, I don’t.” I swallowed hard. “Where’s Grant?”
“Do you really want to be with him? Didn’t you say he was crazy?”
“No, you said he was...” My voice trailed off. “I want to know what happened to Eugenie.”
“Why?” His face turned to stone. “I told you earlier that—”
“I don’t care what you told me earlier.” I shook my head and then gazed at his hands as he pulled a strand of pearls out of his pocket. “What are they?”
“I want to put them around your neck.” He smiled. “Maybe you’ll find out what else they can be used for later.”
“Will you tell me about Eugenie?” I asked softly. “I don’t need to know what happened to her. You don’t have to tell me what happened, I just want to know about her.”
“Is that why you haven’t left?” He ran his fingers across my lips. “You want to get to the bottom of her story, don’t you? Even though you have no idea who she is.”
“I want to know what happened to her, yes.”
“And you want to fuck me too, don’t you?” He pushed his finger into my mouth, and I sucked on it gently before biting down with my teeth. “Do you wish it was my cock in there instead?” He whispered in my ear.
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” I licked his finger delicately while staring at him, and his eyes never left mine.
“I told you what happens to little girls who play with wolves,” he said hoarsely, and then I smiled at him.
“There’s one thing you forgot to take into account,” I said softly, my heart beating fast. “I’m not Little Red Riding Hood, and I’m not a little girl. I’m a wolf hunter, and when I get one in my grip, it’s very hard for them to survive.” I moved my lips to his cheek and gave him a quick kiss before moving to his ear and whispering, “In a game of predator and prey, it’s not always the predator who comes out on top.” I could feel my heart racing as I played his game, and his hand immediately fell to my ass as he held me against him tightly. He turned slightly, and his eyes looked black in the poor light, before he turned to whisper in my ear.
“I don’t care who’s on top, Evie.” His tongue licked my ear. “I just care if it’s me you’re thinking about when my hard cock is inside you.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardness. “I want every long hard stroke to make you think of me.” My fingers gripped his hardness, and I swallowed as he grew even harder in my hands. “Now take your clothes off. Put on the panties, bra, and blindfold, and wait. Don’t touch yourself either. I want your body waiting in sweet anticipation for the moment when one of us touches you.”
“I don’t want—” I started, but he cut me off and stepped away from me.
“Legs in the air, Evie. You’ll find that not knowing when or who will make it even more exciting.” And then he walked out of the room, leaving the door open. I stared at the open door and then at the underwear he’d given me. I couldn’t believe I was even contemplating staying, especially after seeing the letters and being locked up in the room. However, I just couldn’t seem to leave. Not yet. I wanted to see how everything was going to play out. I wanted to find out exactly what was going on here. And if I was honest with myself, I wanted to be with Tyler as well. I didn’t think about that too hard though, as I didn’t like what it said about me.
11
Tyler was right. The anticipation of not knowing what was coming was exciting and scary. As I lay on the carpet by the door, I felt self-conscious in my bra and panties. I also wondered what the fuck I was doing lying there. I have to admit, part of me felt like a fool. I mean, how could I not? There I was, practically naked, with my legs in the air, waiting for someone to come and touch me. Yes, it was the sexiest situation I’d ever been in, but it was also one of the stupidest.
I know some people wonder
why I stayed then. They ask, like Hailey, what happened to my brain? What can I tell you? I don’t know. Maybe the endorphins rushing through my body were warping my mind. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. My brain was shouting at me to leave, but another part of me—the daredevil part—didn’t want me to leave. The daredevil part of me wanted to see what was going to happen. The confident part of me felt like I could get through this. It was almost as if I had something to prove to myself. I wanted to get to the bottom of the Eugenie mystery, and I wanted to work out Tyler’s story.
I knew that wanting to sleep with Tyler wasn’t something I could control. It was my body talking, my soul. There was a deeper story to Tyler. I could see it in the sadness of his eyes. I could hear it in the hesitation in his voice when he spoke about Grant. I could feel it in the way his fingers touched me tenderly. Something in him struck a chord in me.
I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I froze. All of a sudden, I wasn’t as excited. All of a sudden, I was tense. I couldn’t see anything though the blindfold. I’d have no idea who was touching me. It was a weird situation to be in. It was scary, but it was also exhilarating.
A part of me had always wanted to explore my sexual side, but I’d always held back. I wasn’t sure why. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was sexually repressed or just scared what society would think of me. So I’d always been the good girl. I’d stuck to only sleeping with the guys I dated, even when they hadn’t been great in bed. Even when I’d been propositioned by men so hot, they’d melted my panties off with a look, I hadn’t slept with them because I wasn’t a one-night girl. I wasn’t a girl who fucked just to fuck, though that had obviously changed now. I’d slept with Grant, and I’d enjoyed it, psycho or not.
However, in this moment, all I could think about was Tyler. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to be touched by him. I wanted to feel the electricity coursing through our bodies as we made love. I wanted to be taken to the top of the cliff, not knowing if I would make it down alive. I wanted to jump off a building, not knowing if a net was waiting there to catch me. I wanted to be consumed by him. My body felt feverish just thinking of him.
And then I felt the first touch. Right in the middle between my legs. Fingers rubbed me gently back and forth, and my entire body shook immediately. I felt pressure against my clit. I felt fingers moving back and forth gently and then more roughly, as if they knew how close I was to an orgasm already. My legs fell to the floor, and he growled and pulled them back up. I moaned at the loss of his fingers and felt him move my legs over his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips.
“Tyler,” I said gently, knowing it was him from his taste and smell.
“You saw me?” he responded as he pulled the blindfold off me.
“No.” I licked his lips as I shook my head.
“How did you know it was me?” He looked at me with surprised eyes.
“I know your smell. I know your taste. I know your touch.” And then I said the words I’d been thinking from the beginning. “And I knew it was you who would come.”
“Oh?” His eyes twinkled. “You knew, huh?”
“I knew.” I nodded. I knew deep inside there had been a little bit of doubt, but internally I’d known, somehow, it would be him who came. I wasn’t sure I’d have been able to sit and wait if I’d thought there was a real possibility Grant was going to come.
“You sound very confident.” He smiled.
“Was there a possibility Grant was going to come?”
“Grant went out, so no.” He paused. “Not this time.”
“Not this time?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“How do I know you won’t change your mind and want him instead of me?” He stood up and pulled me up with him.
“I’m not that sort of girl.” Even as I said the words, they sounded false after everything that had happened.
“What do you want to happen tonight, Wolf Hunter?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered as his fingers ran across my shoulders.
“Touch me, tease me, and never leave me. Kiss me, lick me, I won’t think you’re easy. Fuck me, blow me, and close your eyes. I’m going to take you on the ride of your life,” he whispered in my ear as his fingers trailed down my stomach and closer to my panties. “Do you like this, Evie?” His voice was raspy, more urgent, and his eyes searched mine.
I stared back at him with my heart pounding. I shivered at the look of desire in his eyes. I was in over my head, and I knew it.
He smiled then, a warm satisfied smile as if he could read my mind. His fingers stopped their journey, and he grabbed my hands. “Are you ready for what’s next?” He pulled me closer towards him, not blinking.
I nodded slowly, barely believing I was actually in this situation and agreeing to his unspoken offer.
“Good,” he said before his lips crushed down on mine, claiming what was his.
I melted against his chest and kissed him back passionately, wanting to be an active part of this journey he wanted to take me on.
His hands squeezed my shoulders as he kissed me, and I cried out as he pulled my hair roughly. He chuckled at the sound and pulled away from me. “You need to toughen up if you want to do this. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I finally whispered in reply. “I understand.” Though I really wasn’t sure what he meant by toughen up.
“I like you, Evie. I really do,” he said as he reached behind me to undo my bra.
“You don’t even know me,” I whispered as I felt my bra being thrown to the floor.
“I know everything I need to know.” He took my hand and guided me to the bed, pushing me down before straddling me. “I know you taste like honey.” His lips found my right breast, and he sucked on my nipple eagerly as his hand played with my left nipple and rolled it around in his fingers. His teeth gently tugged my right nipple, and I squirmed underneath him as I felt ripples of pleasure coursing through my body. His tongue flicked my nipple back and forth and then he looked up at me as I moaned. “I expect you to be louder when I’m eating you out.” He grinned and kissed down my stomach before pulling my panties off.
“Oh.” I felt delirious at how fast everything was moving. His face was in my wet pussy before I could blink, and I felt him sucking on my clit before gently flicking it with his tongue. My body moved of its own volition underneath him, and he lapped my juices up eagerly before pulling away.
“What are you doing?” I moaned as he rolled to the side of me. I looked over at him and sighed. My body felt cold and empty without him on me and touching me.
“I told you I wanted to hear you be louder when I ate you out.” He licked his lips as he stared at me. “You taste so fucking good.” He grunted as he licked.
“I was moaning,” I whimpered, reaching out to touch his chest. “Don’t stop.”
“You weren’t loud enough for me.” He lay back, and I stared at his chest. “I couldn’t tell if you wanted it.”
“What do you want from me?” I whispered as I stared down at his face.
“You tell me, Wolf Hunter.” He winked, and I knew this was a challenge. Once again, he was testing me to see how far I’d go. I grinned down at him as I felt a surge of energy and power coursing through me.
“Okay.” I grinned and stood up. I saw the hesitation and worry on his face. He thought I was going to leave. That made me feel even more confident as I pulled his boxer shorts off.
“You do that like you’re a pro.” He grinned as he realized I was staying.
“I don’t know that it’s a joking matter.” I shook my head with a smile before taking his cock in my hands and running my fingers down his shaft and grabbing his balls. “I don’t know that you want to play with me right now.”
“Oh?” He grunted as his body froze.
“I think...” I paused and bent down. “I think you should be very careful with your words right now.” I took his cock into my mouth and sucked hard, bobbing up and down for about a minute as
he groaned beneath me. I could hear his breathing growing harder as I took him deep into my throat and then sat up.
“What?” He muttered as I sat on the bed next to him.
“Yes?” I smiled sweetly and then yelped as he pushed me back onto the bed and got on top of me.
“You want to play games with me?” He grunted in my ear as his fingers slipped between my legs and entered me. “Do you think you can win?” He kissed my neck as my body convulsed beneath him. “Do you think you can tease me and not give me what I want?”
“What do you want?”
“I want you, Evie.” He grunted in my ear. “I want to please you. I want to touch you. I want to taste you. I want to save you.”
“Save me from what?” I gasped as his fingers rubbed my clit rapidly, bringing me to the edge of orgasm.
“I want to save you from yourself,” he grunted as I exploded beneath his fingers, my juices flowing into his hand and over his fingers. My back arched, and I screamed at the intensity of my orgasm. My whole body was shaking as I lay there, and he kissed me lightly on the lips. “Did you enjoy that?”
I nodded and then pushed him back and straddled him, rubbing my juices over his still hard cock and thighs.
“Hold on.” He reached down and grabbed a condom packet, and I moved over as he slid it on. His eyes never left my face as he guided my hips back over to him. I moved forward and felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my entry. I moved forward gently, and he grabbed my hips and lifted me up slightly and then sat me down. I felt his cock filling me up, and I started to move back and forth quickly, my mind on nothing other than making him come as hard and fast as he’d made me come. He grabbed my breasts and played with my nipples as I rode him hard and fast. I could feel that I was going to come again, and he could sense it as well. He grabbed my hips and moved me faster, all the time grunting as his cock slid in and out of me.
“Come for me, Evie.” His voice was hoarse. “Come for me.”
I screamed as I felt his finger rubbing my clit as I continued to ride him. My orgasm was even more intense this time, and I could tell from the shaking and then stilling of his body that he was coming as well. I collapsed on top of him, and I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks.