by Azure Boone
It had to be the most unanticipated reaction of her life. She suddenly wished she understood him the way she understood everything she’d just said. He was more of a puzzle than God had ever been. And the emotion in his words, a soul deep, breathless admiration. To make matters worse, her body decided to dump a truckload of desire on her. And why desire? What place did that have in this?
She put the feelings down, despising her gender’s weakness at such a crucial time. In the end, she was unsure of how to respond to his words, so she didn’t.
“Despite that,” he began, as though she’d just read off a grocery list, “in the real world, your theory may work. But in my world, the world you are now in, it unfortunately does not.”
And there it all went, the hope of maybe reaching a truce, gone, poof. His non-compromising tone said… renounce or else. He returned to his spot on the bed next to her, closer than before.
She leaned away a little, hoping to distance herself from the entrapment of his scent accompanied with the terror of his words. “What are you saying Micah?”
“Are we starting sessions again?”
“I just asked you a simple question. I don’t think this is session material.”
“Oh, I think it is. Because if I tell you why none of your theories work for us, you will likely feel the need for sessions. Many, many sessions. But since you love me, and renouncing your faith has nothing to do with that, I would ask that you demonstrate…this love to me.”
“Why?”
“Why? Do you need a reason to show you love me?”
She stared at him. ”I want the reason.”
He brought his face inches from hers. “And I want you…to demonstrate your love.”
Sarah fought her body again, it wanted to demonstrate just what he was suggesting. “What about you?”
“What about me,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers.
“Showing…me.”
He pulled back a little. “Showing you what sweetheart.”
“That…you love me.”
“How would you like me to demonstrate that?”
She swallowed, praying for the next words, for air not filled with his scent. “Marry me.”
His lips nibbled at hers. “I already planned to,” he gasped,” sliding his fingers into her hair at the temple, his touch silky.
His words confused her. As well as thrilled, and scared her.
“Here. This weekend. That’s why we’re here.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered, her lips giving in to his, becoming supple and willing.
His fingers found their way to the back of her neck and massaged softly. He suddenly deepened his kiss with a groan of hunger, tongue entering her mouth, his body slowly pushing her onto the bed. “You understand this.” He slid his fingers along her privates, and she gasped. “And this.” He dipped his finger in her opening and wet her throbbing bud.
She did understand that. Oh God, very much. She suddenly wondered if that would work to her advantage. Would giving herself to him despite he asked and demanded her soul, demonstrate the depth of her love? It could. Was she willing to gamble such a thing?
What was she thinking? She had nothing to lose. The worse thing that could happen is she’d lose her virginity to a man she really loved, regardless of how sick he might be. Wasn’t that what she was there for to begin with? She’d vowed to be the instrument of his healing?
But he needed to know she did it of her own strength, not because he cleverly seduced her to it.
She sat up and closed her legs.
He pulled back, surprise and curiosity in his green gaze.
“I’ll do it.”
“Do what?”
“Demonstrate…my love to you.”
He pulled back a little more, curiosity piqued.
“But…I need to be the one doing it. Not you.”
Chapter Three
Micah’s heart ached at her words. “I am at your mercy. By all means, demonstrate how you wish.”
The look on her sweet face said she was making this up as she went. “I want to tie you up.”
Fear seized him at those words.
“Trust is a very essential part of love, Micah.” Of course she’d read his reaction perfectly. She might run. He couldn’t afford for that to happen. But what would he gain if he trusted her enough? He might just gain the very thing he sought. The closer he bound himself to her, the more likely he’d succeed.
“Do to me as you need. I am completely yours.” How utterly true that was, more than she realized.
“I need something to tie you with.”
Micah thought for a few moments and went to the large writing desk in the far corner and returned with a decorative letter opener. Lifting up the hem of her dress, he stabbed the tip into the material and yanked, ripping it. She gasped and he tossed the letter opener on the floor then proceeded to rip four strips of material off of the silk gown.
“There.” He handed them to her.
She stared at him, incredulous and he wasn’t sure why. Hadn’t he demonstrated to her how odd he was? She took the strips, regaining a little of her nerve. “Take off your clothes for me.” Okay, a lot of her nerve.
More fear seized him and he put it down. He watched her face as he undid his pants and removed them. Standing entirely nude before her, his cock ached for her touch, even reached for her. She seemed desperate to meet its need and that made Micah nearly as desperate to have it.
“You…are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
His cock jerked with his stomach. He wasn’t accustomed to being told those things. Being told what to do, either. But he’d given her power. So in a sense, he was still in control.
“Get on the bed now.”
“On my back?”
She seemed to think about it and nodded. “Your back.”
She was only able to tie his arms as it turned out. She decided to tie his legs together as a compromise. Micah couldn’t deny how very fucking arousing the position was, how very arousing it all was. Her tying him up. Being in control. He thought once more about her running. That would be so very bad for her if she did. He could hardly believe he was doing that. Trusting. It was her deal, and he needed to make this work for him.
Once he was safely bound, at least in her mind, she seemed to release a breath. Micah held his, watching her closely. She looked at him then, all therapist. “How does it feel?”
“What? Having you look at my naked body while you’re still fully clothed? Or being foolish enough to trust you to tie me up?”
She bit her lower lip, her eyes on his extreme erection. “Both.”
“Arousing and terrifying.” It was nice when the cute response was the complete honest one. “Don’t I get to see you?”
“You are seeing me.”
“You’re welcome to sit on my face, you know.”
“I know I am. I am free to do as I please. Take whatever I want from you. However I want to take it. Whenever I want to take it, and for whatever reason.
“So what are you going to do?”
“First I want to taste you. All of you.”
She slowly slid out of dress, her words licking along his balls, making his cock jump hard.
“You like that?” she asked, playing the bold lover quite well.
“Yes.”
She stood in barely there white lace panties and Micah gasped, staring at her beauty. She was painful to endure. She sat on the bed next to his hips. “You want me to kiss you here?” She stroked her finger along his shaft.
“Yes,” he croaked.
“And here?” She swirled her touch along the slit and the ridge, wetting him. She glided her fingers down to his balls. “And here?”
“Fuck, yes.” He pushed his cock toward her touch.
She climbed on the bed and straddled his knees then ran her fingers along his outstretched arms, her touch turning silky at his scars. He watched her face as she studied them. “Do you want me to ki
ss them?” she whispered, her hands dancing along the raised skin. “Lick them?”
He waited for her to look in his eyes. When she did, he let it go. “Yes.” He didn’t try to hide just how much he wanted her to, his voice breaking with need.
He held his breath as she lowered her mouth to him, closing her eyes and kissing along his scars, inch by inch. His heart hammered as he watched her pink tongue slip out and lick in between soft kisses. She was beautiful doing that. So fucking beautiful. She moved her erect nipples along his lower stomach, sending a bolt of heat through his cock. He thrust his hips, needing to connect with whatever he could.
She mumbled words, was it another language? He finally heard it. “I curse the people who dared hurt you. I love you.” He pulled on the straps and grunted. “Kiss me Sarah.” He’d die if he didn’t taste some part of her.
She made her way up his chest, until her hot folds pressed his thick desire into his abs. Fuck. She pressed his arms into the bed with her hands and began kissing his lips like she’d done his scars, delicate nips, her tongue licking as she moved her secrets along his impossibly hard length. He gasped right on her mouth, thrusting his hips hard. She moaned, liking that and slid her hands along his arms until she held his face, kissing him dizzy, her tongue pushing into his mouth and boldly stroking. Beautiful sounds of hunger accompanied her every breath until Micah was crazy for her.
She pulled up and continued to move herself on him, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Her delicate moans, edged with lust were the loveliest sounds ever.
He wanted to tell her what to do, tell her to sit on his face, but this was her, it needed to be just her in control. She opened her eyes and met his hungry gaze. Would she make love to him? He’d never had a woman do that, not a virgin. The idea of her giving herself to him that way, all on her own without him doing any seducing was fucking unraveling his soul.
She raised up until she sat on his waist, his cock still trapped under her. “I’m going to make love to you, Micah.”
Shit. His breath came out in ragged gushes. Why did that make him nervous? He suddenly wanted it to be perfect for her, to help ensure it marked her entirely.
“Do you want me to make love to you?”
“Yes Sarah, yes.” He devoured how she looked up there on top of him. “Please.”
He couldn’t believe he was ready to beg and plead for it. But he was. She raised up and took hold of him and rubbed him on her opening. Micah lifted his head and watched, needing to see it all.
“Do you want me to stop?” she gasped.
“Fuck, no,” he said, winded, worried now that she might.
She began to lower very slowly onto him and he thrashed his head in an effort not to buck his hips and hurt her. “Fffuck, Sarah!”
She whimpered, digging her nails into his chest as she lowered slowly onto him. “Oh God, yes,” she gasped, the further she got.
Micah couldn’t speak, he was too close to coming. When she sat on him and he could go no further, he flicked his hips and she cried out. Micah groaned long. “I need to fuck you Sarah.” He jerked on the restraints in frustration, flicking his hips harder, making her cry out again.
“Yes,” she whispered, clamping him with a vicious heat. “Yes, yes, yes.” The moaned words said the pain was subsiding.
“Fuck me Sarah,” he begged. “Please, move your sweet body on me, I will die if I don’t feel you.”
She fell forward and kissed him, holding his arms again. Her kiss turned lusty and she began to move on him in long fluid strokes. She broke the kiss, her eyes closed, pretty mouth open in sweet torment, and her whimpered moans as beautiful as ever.
“That’s it, fuck me,” he groaned, watching her breasts then face. He looked lower to where her body met his. The sight of her delicate mound meeting his groin followed by her hips twirling, did him in. He began bucking his hips in savage abandon. He arched his head back as the heat in his balls raced forward. “Sarah, please, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
“Do it, yes!” She was right on his mouth eating up his every gasp and Micah had never loved anything so entirely in his pathetic life than to shoot his seed deep inside her womb.
Panic slammed him when he felt a passionate desperation in her lips, the kind you might have with a last kiss. She pulled up, breathless, stared at him then got off. He watched her naked body as she hurried to retrieve something, he was too blinded by her perfect beauty to even see what it was. She climbed back on top of him, and held the letter opener above him between both hands, point aiming at his chest. “Are you ready to die?” The words trembled.
He eyed her coherent gaze, pulling a little on the restraints, finding them much looser. “Not particularly.”
“Are you afraid?”
He angled his head a little. “Maybe. But no.”
“Maybe but no.”
“I mean I would be if you were a murderer.”
She lowered the tip of the blade to his throat. “Why am I not a murderer, Micah?”
He regarded her, knowing she had her little therapeutic angle going. “You’re just not.”
“I’m not because I choose to be something else?” She tossed the blade across the room then looked at him, jutting her chin a bit. “But I will be leaving.” She climbed off of him and this time he couldn’t hide his panic. “Oh come on,” she said, “surely you expected that?” She climbed back into her torn dress. “Surely you didn’t think I would pass up such an opportunity to escape the lunatic demanding I give up my soul or else?”
He hated how that sounded. “I always knew it was a possibility.” He regained control and slowly pulled on the ties again.
“So why did you let me tie you up?”
“To gain your trust.”
“Really?” She angled her head, as though considering, delicate hand on her cocked hip. “I thought it was for you to demonstrate your trust and love? For me?”
He pulled on the holds slowly again. “You didn’t think I trusted you, I showed you I did. We were both demonstrating, I believe.”
“And how do you feel now that you see I cannot be trusted?”
He licked his lower lip slowly. “You haven’t actually betrayed me yet.”
“You’re waiting for me to walk out? Is that it?”
He couldn’t bring himself to answer for several seconds without verbalizing the threat on his tongue if she would try to leave. “Yes,” he finally said.
She shook her head, walking up to him until she stared down into his eyes. She leaned and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, his nose, his lips, then chin. “I could have done any of those bad things but…” she shook her head. “You’re stuck with me. I am yours, and you are mine. Nothing will change that. Not my belief in God, or my disbelief.”
Micah would’ve loved to enjoy her sweet therapeutic point, only her little demonstration didn’t apply to him or her. And maybe she wouldn’t be quite so devoted if she knew the truth. Maybe it was time to open that can of worms.
“My turn,” he said.
“Your turn?”
“To demonstrate my love.
Chapter Four
Micah happily returned the favor to Sarah, tying her up much the same way she had done him, minus her legs. He wanted those completely free. Free to be wide open the way he intended.
She laid there with her legs closed, the timid victim position, but there was nothing timid in her eyes. They followed his every move with an anxious hunger. He was certainly anxious to pleasure her, taste her, tease her.
“Open your legs for me.” He sat on the bed at her waist where he could reach every part of her with ease. With a leisurely touch, he circled her areola, slowly closing in on her nipple. “Are you hot?”
“Yes,” she whispered, desperation already in her voice.
“Are you wide open for me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to make you feel really good?”
She nodded, and gasped, “Yes.”
; Micah carefully touched the very tip of her clit and moved softly over it, watching her brows come together hard and her perfect mouth form that shocked oval. He leaned and kissed her lips, then worked his way down to her breasts, keeping his touch perfectly light on her gem. At her nipple, he moaned, so very hungry. Covering the hard peak with his mouth, he slowly moved over it, allowing it to pass between his lips and over his tongue.
She responded by arching her back and pushing her hips toward his touch. He fluttered the tip of his finger over her bud and she cried out. “Micah, oh God, yes, yes.”
He rapidly flicked his tongue on the firm tip, drawing a full body shudder and agonized cry from her.
“Please, finger me,” she gasped.
At her sweet plea, his plan to go really slow changed. He knelt between her legs and lifted her hips high off the bed. Her mouth remained open with incessant gasps and moans, her eyes riveted to his face between her legs, watching him. He stared at her and placed soft kisses on every inch of her folds, loving the way she looked tied up and helpless. And yet the sweet torment and desperation in her gaze was what made him senseless. He kept his kisses extra light, just inhaling her sweet scent, waiting for her to beg. It didn’t take long. Her body begged first with erotic tilts of her hips, calling his lips and tongue to aggression.
He teased her with one lick between her folds, still only the tip of her gem. She gasped and squirmed in his hands, the muscles in her ass clenching, straining for it. Perfect. He kissed softly some more, keeping his gaze locked on hers. She bit her lower lip. “Please, suck me.” She ended with tormented moan.
He loved her desperate. Needed her desperate. He nibbled one plump fold, then the next, moving his thumbs into the juncture of her thighs. He pressed and opened her then slowly worked his mouth between her lips. Micah closed his eyes, getting lost in the feel of her softness on his mouth. He finally reached out with the tip of his tongue and drew designs on her silky skin. She was dripping with desire.
Micah gripped her squirming bottom firmly while she flicked her hips against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes.” She thrashed her head and fought to get more friction. Micah gave a long moan on her before sliding his mouth lower and slipping his tongue inside her. She gasped and Micah’s cock jerked at how her body clamped down on him. His fingers hardened as he began pushing and pulling her onto his mouth. She loved it so much, Micah didn’t want to stop. He did it faster making his nose hit her bud with each pull. She was ready to orgasm. He could feel it in her body, on his tongue, in his hands. And he could hear it, the desperate moans rising louder on that wave. He wanted to be buried in her but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He decided he needed to lick and suck her to orgasm. Then he’d have her.