Sugar and Sin Bundle

by Stacey Joy Netzel

  "Um, what took so long? I heard the shower."

  "I, uh, wanted to freshen up and give you something for everything you did." Then she walked toward him. climbing on the bed to straddle him. His eyes were wide.

  "Um, you shaved."

  "Yep, all of it. Well, what I could do myself. Do you like it?"

  She saw him swallow hard. "You did this just for me?"

  "And me. I wanted to do something to thank you for tonight. Just like I want to do something else for you now. Michael, please let me. I won't do anything that will hurt you. Please let me give you as much pleasure as you give me."

  "Later," he growled and rolled, pinning her under him. For the first time she fought him.

  "No! Dammit, Michael, you want to be dominant, fine, I get it. But I will not let you use it to hide from me. You don't get to lay me out at will and expect me to just take it. I wasn't kidding about getting to touch you. If you can't hold up your end of the deal, then I’m out of here. It is just too creepy to only be acted on, like I'm some real live sex doll.”

  He buried his face in her neck. He had known he would have to deal with this at some point, but was hoping he could distract her for a while longer. "There isn't anything you can do for me that will have any effect."

  "What the hell does that mean? You are paralyzed, not insensate. Watch." With that, she pushed him to his back and straddled him again. She started with a gentle kiss, deepened it till they were both nearly panting. "Was that horrible? Did you really feel nothing? I'm not just talking about getting off. I'm talking about affection, caring. Geez, sometimes you can be such a guy." Now she trailed kisses along his jaw adding in little nips. When she got to his ear, she sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

  "Mmmm." She grinned at his pleasure.

  "You like that? Now imagine I'm doing this to the head of your cock." Her use of such a coarse word almost made him laugh. Then she started sucking, using her teeth gently, her tongue. It wasn't hard to imagine this was a blow job. He could feel the muscles in his belly start to tighten. His breath was shallower now.

  "Violet, I just don't want you to be disappointed." His words came out almost as a sob.

  "Michael, look at me. You are an amazing lover, even if this ends up being all we can do, it is like you trying to walk. Even if it comes to nothing, I will not give up this part of you. Do I make myself clear?"

  What the hell had happened to the terrified girl from the hospital? he thought to himself. This woman was fearless and insistent, yet still willing to be dominated by him. It was such an alluring combination.

  "Fine, I, I don't always have control of what happens. I've heard horror stories of..."

  "Michael?"

  "Yes."

  "Shut up now, and let me make love to you. I get the feeling its been awhile. So I'll go slow. Nothing to cause a panic, okay?"

  "Okay."

  She went back to work on his earlobe. Then she was nibbling on the sensitive tendons of his neck. His hands started roaming her body as she kept kissing him. Her mouth was so warm and soft, so good on his skin. His hands found her breasts. He kneaded them till he heard her sigh and then concentrated on her nipples. She stopped the kisses to stare down at him.

  "That feels so good." She closed her eyes and started rocking her hips against his. Even with her over the covers, he could still feel the heat of her. She opened her eyes and moved her hands to his chest copying his touch on his nipples. Hell, it was getting hard to breathe.

  "Does it feel good when I do it to you?" She made it sound so normal, so innocent. All he could do was groan back at her. She leaned forward and kissed him, trapping their hands between them. When she broke the kiss, she started shifting her position.

  "What are you doing? I liked that."

  "Progress! You'll like this more. I'm getting these covers off you. I need to feel you touching me." On the last sentence she stared right into his eyes, daring him to put up a fight. He held his hands up in mock surrender.

  "Michael, what can you feel, there?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean, can you feel hot and cold?"

  "Yeah. Everything is sort of dulled, but can we just not talk about it?"

  "No. If you were doing something you thought I liked, and it did nothing for me, you'd want to know, right?"

  "Yes."

  "So, we're going to talk about it. I would imagine the sensations get sort of mixed up depending on the nerve damage. Can you feel pressure?"

  "What the hell are you going to do?"

  "I don't know yet." She looked like a mischievous imp sitting, grinning at him. "I'm just going to play. You'll have to let me know what feels good." And with that she whipped the sheets off him.

  He closed his eyes, not wanting to see her face. No amount of PT was ever going to give his legs real muscle, and he found the difference between his torso and his legs stomach-turning.

  "Wow, your legs are long. I realized earlier tonight you were tall, which sort of surprised me. You have nice feet, too. Most guys don't."

  "That's what you are noticing?" he asked incredulously.

  "Well, that and you are, um, well-equipped." She covered her mouth with her hands, but they didn't stifle the giggles coming out. "Hell, if this does come up to full strength," she said, while stroking a finger up and down his penis, "I'm going to be one very lucky girl. Sore, but lucky." She actually quirked her eyebrow at him.

  "You are insane." He laughed.

  "No, I've become a wanton woman, and it's all your fault. Now I am going to do what I was doing to your earlobe but here." She bent forward and took his half hard penis in her mouth. He thought his heart would stop, all that liquid warmth. Her tongue rasped the sensitive spot under the head. She was sucking and using her teeth. Michael couldn't do anything but lie back, watching her. The sight alone was enough to raise the dead. He held her hair in his hand so he could see her face. She actually looked at him and smiled as she worked her way licking up and down the length of him. He felt like he was floating, and then he snapped straight up.

  "What the hell was that?"

  She let go of his penis with a pop. "Oh, you could feel that?"

  "Hell, yes."

  "Did it hurt?"

  "No. Just surprised me, I guess"

  "Hmm, want to see what kind of reaction I got?" And she did it again. He watched as his penis bobbed to attention. "What do you think of that?"

  "What are you doing exactly?"

  "Stroking your perineal area with my fingernails, gently of course. Did it feel good? Would you like me to do it some more?"

  "Yes, I guess."

  She went back to work, and soon he was moaning.

  "Michael?"

  "Oh God, don't stop!"

  She kept up her attention but changed to using her hand on him.

  "Do you want to, um, finish?"

  "I don't even know if I can. Or what will happen if I do. Does that sound horribly pathetic?"

  "No. Just like a guy who is finding the edges of what works for him. Do you want to take this slower, just, um, heavy petting for now? I don't want to do anything that will freak you out and ruin this for you."

  "So far its been wonderful. So instead of tempting fate, yeah, could we take things a little slower?"

  "Sure." She straddled him again. "Oh, definitely harder. Mmmmm feels good."

  She was grinding on him and it felt great. He wanted to memorize this moment. She looked so amazing, he couldn't resist moving her arms up over her head. Her hands played in her hair. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out for his touch. He sat up to capture one rosy nipple in his mouth while he warmed the other with his hand. She moaned in response. Her whimpering became more heated, and then she gasped and clutched at him. He held her as her whole body shook with her orgasm. He was still holding her as she sat there blinking and panting.

  "I thought I was supposed to be in charge," Michael said.

  "Sorry, that one kind of snuck up on me. A
re you angry?"

  "I'm never angry with you, kitten, even when I'm punishing you. I don't know if I could be."

  "Michael, if two intelligent, passionate people spend any length of time together, eventually they will get angry with each other. The trick is in not staying angry. Now I need sleep. Are you going to be able to?"

  "I should be fine, I think. I... look, I don't even really know how to talk about this. Not with someone that I want to spend time with."

  She snuggled up and spooned him burying her face between his shoulder blades and pulling the covers over them. "Would it help if I told you my history? There isn't a hell of a lot of it, so it should only take a second. I'm not a virgin, but I have slept with a total of 2 guys before you. I didn't lose my virginity till I was out of college. That relationship lasted a few months, but I wasn't really ready to deal with all the questions about my body. And then there was a one-night stand with a good friend of mine who then decided he was gay. That did wonders for my ego! He said it wasn't me, and I do believe him, but still, it was weird. After that, my back was so bad I didn't have any real sexual response. Anyway, I don't exactly have a wealth of experience to judge you by, so I won't. Does that help?"

  "What? Sorry. I missed everything you said after I started picturing you playing with yourself. Am I safe in assuming that is how you knew you didn't have any sexual response?"

  She slapped his shoulder. "Ugh. Scratch a man and you find a fifteen-year-old boy underneath."

  "Hey, you started it. Would you rather I be professionally detached? How does that make you feel, Ms. Bellows?" He parroted his most uptight clinical voice, which earned him a pinch.

  Violet kissed where she had pinched him.

  "Don't you dare go back to being clinical. Michael, the dominant thing really, um, gets to me. I like you being in control but still kind of a wild man. Does that make me crazy?"

  Michael turned over to face her. "I hope not. Because tonight was the most alive I have felt since I got sick when I was a kid."

  "Can you tell me about what happened?"

  "There isn't a lot to tell. I was twelve. I got what seemed like the flu, but it wasn't, and when I got better I couldn't move my legs anymore."

  "How horrible. I mean, you were just a boy, just figuring out who you were, and suddenly everything is different?"

  "It really wasn't like that. I mean, at first they thought that I'd get back to normal or at least close. That was how Cam and I met. I needed to get my homework from school, and the nuns thought he needed a lesson in humility. They didn't count on us teaming up. I helped him with school work. He would sneak me out of the house against doctor's orders. He was going through a badass phase he never really did outgrow. Witness his behavior tonight."

  "I think that was only to make you jealous."

  "What?"

  "Um, let's just say that there was a lot of smoke and not a lot of fire. He also whispered that I could thank him later. I think he wanted to make sure you didn't, um, chicken out. By the way, seeing you jealous—whoa, seriously hot."

  He pinched her ass, hard.

  "Hey! That is going to leave a mark."

  "Don't get any ideas, kitten. Trust me, you do not want to deal with the consequences," he growled.

  "Ooh, that’s what I am talking about. That look in your eyes right now takes my breath away. Makes me want to wrap myself around you and—"

  "I thought you were tired? Damn, woman."

  "Sorry, guess when I’m with you I don't need food or sleep or anything but you."

  "Yeah, well, you are going to need your strength. So enough talk. Sleep now. It is going to be light in a few hours. We can talk more later." With that, he lay on his back and pulled her half on top of him, her ear over his heart. She had never felt so content in her life and promptly fell asleep.

  She felt herself responding to his touch before she even woke. His fingers stroking her bare mons were drugging. She growled and stretched, opening herself up to him. Slowly, she opened her eyes and smiled.

  "Go use the bathroom if you need to."

  "Good morning to you too. Wha—"

  He cut her off. "Last night you were allowed to talk back, that is over now. If you don't get up in the next ten seconds, I will assume you do not need to."

  Violet looked at him and realized he wasn't kidding. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom. After taking care of the necessities, she came back as quickly as she could. Standing in the doorway of his bedroom, she hesitated. He looked at her and crooked his finger for her to come to him. She went to him and sat on the bed. He motioned for her to lay down where she had been. "You will not get out of bed unless I allow you." And with that he took two of his silk ties and tied her wrists to the bed. Her heart was pounding, not in fear she realized, but anticipation. It was going to be a very long, interesting weekend.

  ***

  Monday, Lunch Time

  "Vi, can I talk to you?"

  "Hmmm? Oh, Allyn, I was just—"

  "Staring off into space?"

  "Funny."

  "So are you going to tell me what you did this weekend?"

  "No."

  "Well, I can only assume it’s a guy. Look, Violet, I just don't want to see you get hurt."

  "He's not going to hurt me."

  "Really? No broken heart?"

  "Better to have loved and all that crap."

  "Don't be crude. Am I also safe in assuming that the lucky gentleman, and he damn well better be a gentleman, is Dr. Dennison?"

  Violet blushed but went on the defensive. "Allyn, I am not a child, and you are not my father. Do you expect the men I date to declare their intentions to you? Are you going to institute a curfew? Will I get grounded?"

  "Look, I would be the first one to say you never really had a rebellious teenage stage. But because you didn't make those mistakes then, you are kind of vulnerable now. I just don't want to see you get hurt when you are finally in a position to do whatever you'd like."

  "Allyn, I know you’re being the caring big brother you always are. But I am already in love with him. You had to know something was wrong the last few weeks. I felt like I was half dead not being able to see him. I don't know how this will play out, but I do have to let it play out."

  He patted her shoulder. "I'll be here to pick up the pieces. Hopefully you won't need it. When are you going out with him again?"

  Violet wanted to cry and looked it. "Not till Friday. Our schedules during the week are horrible, so we will just be together for the weekends."

  "Do you need me to move anything around as far as your travel plans?"

  "No. My schedule is pretty good right now. The weekends are free."

  "Okay, kiddo, I'm here if you need me."

  "Allyn, you could stand to take a chance, too, you know. When was the last time you asked a woman out?"

  "We weren't talking about me."

  "But Allyn..."

  "Gotta go."

  "Chicken!" she yelled to his back. Her cell phone rang then.

  "Hello."

  "Hello, kitten." Just the sound of his voice set all her nerve endings on alert. She jumped up to close the door to her office.

  "Hi, Michael." She sounded as breathless as she felt.

  "I miss you," he said.

  She tried not to squeal like a teenage girl.

  "I miss you, too. I've been useless today. Allyn kind of called me out about it. Got all protective big brother on me."

  "Am I in trouble?"

  "I told him I'm old enough to make my own mistakes."

  "Am I a mistake?"

  "I don't think so. Of course, if I'm this useless every Monday my boss might disagree."

  "Sorry, I just couldn't resist you this morning. I'll try to show some restraint next time."

  "I wasn't complaining. Not that it would have made any difference if I did." If she smiled any harder she was going to sprain something. "Did you call for anything in particular?"

  "I wanted to make sure
you were okay. Any chance of dinner tonight?"

  "Michael, I'd love to see you, but I don't know if I can."

  "Just dinner, promise. Well, I do have a little gift for you."

  His voice stroked across her as if it were his touch. She knew she shouldn't be this aroused just by him talking to him, but in the state she was in even the shower this morning felt like a caress. It was as if her sensuality, having been dormant for all of her twenties, had come alive and was demanding satisfaction.

  "Why does the promise of a gift raise the hairs on the back of my neck?"

  "Don't you trust me?"

  "You know I do."

  "Silly kitten, if I were there I'd pet you and make—"

  "Okay, I get the picture." She was having trouble breathing, and being any more aroused at the moment was going to be the death of her. "What time do you want me there?"

  "Shall we say around seven thirty? I'll make reservations for eight fifteen."

  "We aren't going to eat in?"

  "No. I'd like to show you off, if you don't mind."

  "Oh. Okay. I'll see you then."

  "See you then."

  After she hung up with Michael, she needed to get through the rest of the day, which unfortunately included a meeting she needed to actually participate in. At least she wasn't wondering how she was going to get through the week until she saw him again, as she had been when Allyn walked in. She’d forgotten to ask Michael what kind of place they were going to. Hopefully, the skirt and blouse she had on would be okay because she wasn't going to have time to go all the way home and then back to Michael's in time.

  She looked down at her clothes, wishing they were something other than the boring, conservative, but appropriate things she always wore. Would Michael like her in more sensual clothes? He didn't seem to need get-ups or costumes to be aroused. He insisted on her being naked in his apartment, so maybe he didn't care what she wore the rest of the time. Still, he had said he wanted to show her off, and in the outfit she had on, she looked like the well-off secretary she had led him to believe she was. She felt a little guilty not being utterly truthful about what her life was like. But being an heiress had scared most men from even asking her out. At least this way he would get to know her before having to deal with the whole Bellows Foundation legacy thing. That wasn't so bad, was it?