Sugar and Sin Bundle

by Stacey Joy Netzel

  "How did you embarrass me? By needing a little help? That is ridiculous. Embarrassing would have been if I had let you bounce down the stairs after I had fallen on my butt in these heels. That was the only thing I was worried about."

  He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. He looked as though he was about to say something when the sommelier brought the wine, and then the moment was gone.

  Michael had wanted to tell her how much her stepping in when he was lost meant to him. How, what for her had been nothing, salvaged a little of his pride. And he would have told her, except he seemed to have turned into a drooling idiot around her. He had planned this dinner to show her that he wasn't some sexually depraved animal. Show her that he was in fact erudite, enjoyed the finer things in life, including the best food, fine wine, good conversation. All of which should have been there and was, with the exception of the conversation.

  He couldn't seem to form coherent sentences with her near him. The food and wine were superb, but he barely noticed. They were now starting dessert, and he could hardly remember what he had eaten for his entree. He was consumed with her, the light playing in her hair and eyes, the feel of her thigh pressed against his. Half way through the meal he hadn't been able to stand not touching her, even if it was only incidental contact, so he had damn near dragged her to him.

  In doing so the wrap dress has gotten caught under her and completely exposed her thigh. When she tried to fix it he had stopped her. Telling her that no one could see but him, and he appreciated the view. She had blushed, but left her thigh exposed for him to caress. From that point on he barely remembered to breathe. As the meal went on, he couldn't keep his hands off her, first stroking the back of her neck till she sighed and closed her eyes. Then he grazed his knuckles along the side of her breast, and her eyes flashed open. When she found him staring into them, her mouth curved in the faintest smile. Damn the woman. Who was seducing whom here? When he could feel the heat coming off of her and could smell the creamy spicy scent of her arousal, he knew he would break his promise to her.

  Slowly he stroked her thigh with the lightest of touches. By the time they had gotten their after dinner drinks, she was curling her hips up to press against his hand. He reached up to the back of her neck, playing with the chain hanging down from there.

  He turned toward her and whispered in her ear.

  "My pet, lean back for me and spread your legs a little."

  She seemed to wake from a dream and caught his eye.

  "Michael? I don't think—"

  "No one will know, if you can be quiet, kitten. The waiter will not come back till I pay the bill. It’s dark, and none of the other tables are paying the least bit of attention to us. Please, I know you need release." His last sentence was barely audible but when he gave a soft tug on the chain she lay back letting her legs relax open. He edged his fingers closer to her cleft. She was sticky well below the tops of her thighs. Glancing down at her nipples through the silk dress, he chuckled softly in her ear, "Oh yes. You know you need this."

  He started nibbling her earlobe and was rewarded with a breathy moan as her eyes drifted closed. He ran his fingers softly up and down her bare outer lips teasing faint whimpers from her. Stroking just along the edges caused her to spread her legs wider and groan slightly. When he flicked her clit, she hissed like she had been burned. He slid his fingers into her warm, wet core and felt her tighten around him. She had her eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips. He wanted to memorize the sight of her like this, gorgeous, flushed with arousal, completely his.

  He turned his hand so the palm covered her mound and moved his thumb to work her clit. She was so wet, but he would make her even more so. He started moving his fingers inside her. Alternating their strokes so they worked against each other. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked into his as she bit down on her lower lip.

  "Kiss me, kitten," he whispered in her ear. She took a deep breath that dragged her nipples across the silk and tasted his mouth. Her arms wound around his shoulders, and she pulled him into her like a starving woman. When she did, he increased the pace and pressure of his fingers working her sensitive flesh. She rocked harder against his hand as her lips and tongue devoured his. Michael kept his eyes open fascinated by the emotions playing over her face, all of them beautiful. Finally, he saw her eyes shoot open as the first pulse of her orgasm hit. He crushed her mouth to his, sucking her cry from her lips as he held her body. All her efforts to mask any outward signs had forced the energy in, shattering in its intensity.

  As she came back to reality, he smiled against her lips and murmured in her ear, "Mmm, my kitten of a wild cat."

  "Oh! You are truly evil,” she whispered under her breath. "What happened to not having sex tonight?" She was glaring at him but with a half smile on her face that made him want to get the hell out of there soon so he could do wicked things to her.

  "Umm, sorry?"

  "If only you could look the least bit convincing." Then she started laughing, and he knew she wasn't really angry at him. "We need to get going, I have to be at a meeting tomorrow morning and my boss noticed my sudden lack of attention to work today."

  Michael signed the bill and collected his credit card. "Why don't I just drop you at your place, and then you can come get your car tomorrow night?"

  "And not get out of there till the next morning? I don't think so. Much as I have enjoyed this evening, I think we should stick to the original plan and only see each other on the weekends. I don't know if I can physically take more than a couple days of you at a time."

  The chauffeur helped get Michael up the stairs, which was good since Violet's legs were still shaky.

  Once they were in the car, he said, "So you’re not going to come up stairs with me tonight?" He felt like a disappointed five-year-old about to throw a tantrum.

  "Michael, I can't. I need to maintain some level of professionalism at work, and that is tough to do when I am both exhausted and hyper-sexuallized."

  "I'm not sure that is even a word?"

  "Ugh, fine! I can't run around all day, every day with my panties soaked because I can't stop thinking about you or what you do to me. Is that better?"

  "Mmm, much. Can't stop thinking about me, hunh? You do realize that if we don't see each other all week, then I just have all that time to think up new ways to torment you."

  "Oh dear God."

  "I'm not sure prayer will help in this case." He smiled down at her as he pulled her up against him. He gave her a melting kiss and slid his hand into the neckline of the dress, cupping one of her breasts. When she tried to pull away, he said, "What about dessert? I never even got a taste of these. He rubbed his thumb over the nipple, bringing it to a peak. Violet groaned but moved closer to him. As he bent his head to tease the nipple with his lips, he chuckled at her willingness to let him do as he wished.

  ***

  Board of Directors meeting, Lyric Opera of Boston

  Michael hated being late, but sometimes it was unavoidable. It could take forever to find the accessible entrances and exits, so he tried to be early to every meeting. Unfortunately, this morning’s appointments had run over, making him good and late. At least he was better at managing his temper since he’d met Violet. Now things like being late when he really couldn't have done anything else rolled off his back instead of frustrating him to no end. Being the newest board member, he wasn't likely to be able to contribute much anyway. The receptionist pointed out the conference room, and he found it with little difficulty. On entering, the chairwoman noticed him first and nodded.

  "I'm terribly sorry, Madeline. My patient appointments ran long this morning."

  " No worries, Michael. Everyone, I'd like to introduce our newest board member, Dr. Michael Dennison, brilliant surgeon and tremendous opera afficiando. Michael, I won't overwhelm you by introducing everyone at once. Why don't you take the space over there." When he was introduced he saw one dark, curly head snap to attention. As luck would have it, the spa
ce he was directed to was right next to her.

  "Ms. Bellows, how nice to see you here. I had no idea you were on the board."

  "I'm here as a representative of the foundation. You never mentioned you were going to be here, either."

  "It must have slipped my mind the last time I saw you." Michael smiled at Violet's blush. No doubt she was remembering last weekend also. By the time she had left on Sunday night, there wasn't a room in which he hadn't made her scream in orgasm. He loved that she was so responsive to him. Even here and now, he could see her becoming aroused.

  He leaned in closer to her.

  "You have a spanking coming my dear kitten," he said under his breath so no one could hear but her. Violet’s head shot up, and she was completely red in the face now. Her breathing was short and quick. He'd never be able to wait till the weekend to touch her.

  "Why?" she whispered back

  "You have panties on, do you not?" He looked away from her ending the conversation. But all through the meeting he could see Violet shifting in her seat and rubbing her legs together to assuage the ache that had overtaken her. Michael tried to hide his smile of satisfaction. This was the most enjoyable meeting he had ever sat through. As it broke up, he turned to Violet. "Ms. Bellows I have a couple more things I'd like to discuss with you. May I escort you down to your car?"

  Violet smiled politely. "But of course, Dr. Dennison." Under her breath she added, "You are a truly evil man."

  Michael couldn't help himself and burst out laughing. "But of course."

  By the time they reached Violet's car she was shaking in anticipation of what Michael was going to do. She didn't have to wait long.

  "Take them off."

  "Oh, Michael, how was I supposed to know you were going to be there?"

  "Excuses will only make the punishment last longer. How long can you take being teased Violet?"

  She only hissed at him in response. After glaring at him for a few seconds she hid behind her car door and reached under her skirt shimmying out of the bit of lace. When she stepped out of it she handed them to Michael. "Happy now?"

  "Darling, you know the only time I am truly happy is when you are in the throes of an orgasm. Which brings me to your punishment, do you choose now or later? If you choose now it will be over fairly quickly, but it will be right here so still somewhat public." She was bright red again. "If you choose later, well, I can tell you it will definitely start with spanking, but I would have till the weekend to think of all the things I want to do to you."

  "You aren't going to spank me here are you?"

  "No, kitten, I have something much different in mind."

  "Damn you. I guess now. I have visions of being tied to the bed for the weekend."

  "You seemed to like it the last time." He rolled closer to her, trapping her in the space between her car and the door. "All you have to do is stand there, kitten. Well, that and not scream when you come. I'm afraid it will echo loudly in this parking garage."

  She gasped but he didn't give her time to think, sliding his hand up the inside of her thighs. Within minutes he had her hanging on to the car for support as she bit her lip to stifle her scream of pleasure. When he finally removed his hand from her he licked her juices from his fingers as she watched with her eyes half closed.

  "Enjoy the rest of your day, kitten. I know I will." He turned and, laughing, left her to go back to work without her panties.

  ***

  Logan Airport: Flight 486 arriving from Paris, a Saturday night in October

  "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Logan Airport. The local time is 8:36 p.m. Connection information is on the monitors at the gate. For those of you staying in the Boston area, your bags will be on carousel eleven. The captain has turned off the Fasten Seat Belts sign, and you may now use your cell phones and electronic devices. Please be aware when opening the overhead bins, as the contents may have shifted during the flight." With that, it seemed everyone flipped on their phones or stood up and popped open the bins above them.

  Violet turned on her phone and speed dialed Michael. It had been three weeks since she had seen him last. Three very long weeks. She ached with need in a way she hadn't in all the years before she had met him. On the third ring Michael picked up.

  "Michael? I just landed. I should be there in about an hour."

  Violet looked over at the man sitting next to her as she started to answer Michael's questions. "Yes, I'm wearing the chains. Yes, all of them." She could feel her cheeks burning. "No, I didn't." Sneaking a peak at the guy next to her, silently wishing Michael wouldn't push. She grimaced when he, of course, did. "Fine. No, I didn't touch myself at all while I was gone. Happy now?" She was looking down at her lap and couldn't help but notice that the poor guy next to her now had an erection that looked uncomfortable. Without looking at him, she threw her blanket on his lap, watching him clutch at it like a someone drowning.

  "I'll be there as quick as I can. I missed you, too." She was beet red, but she grinned like a fool. Oh, that man made her crazy. Also daring, horny, and alive, but mostly crazy. She took a deep breath and finally looked the poor guy next to her in the face.

  "Um, sorry about that."

  "I should be apologizing to you. I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

  "It wasn't like you could help it."

  "No, I suppose not. I really need to find a girlfriend. He, um, sounded demanding."

  "Its kind of all an act. He doesn't do anything that scares or hurts me. Just likes to sort of push my buttons. Its been a while since we've seen each other."

  "Lucky guy. Does he know you love him?"

  "Is it obvious? No, he probably doesn't. Guys never seem to get when the right girl comes along until they leave."

  "Yeah, you're probably right. I'd tell you to enjoy the rest of your weekend, but I need to be able to get out of here without embarrassing myself."

  Violet moved into the aisle and started laughing. She only had her carry-on bag so she could catch a cab to Michael's right away. Forty-five minutes later, she was ringing his doorbell. That had to be a record for Boston traffic. When he answered the door, she pounced on him. As she was kissing him, she felt his hand wander up her thigh to her waist under her skirt.

  "I gave up and stopped wearing them, especially with skirts. Does that bother you?"

  "I'm not sure. I wanted you to do that just for me."

  "Oh, there are lots of other things I do just for you. If you'd let me, I could think of a couple more you haven't let me do yet."

  "Get undressed."

  "Michael..."

  "No arguments. I can't wait any longer to touch you. It feels like you’ve been gone forever. Besides, I have a very special present for you."

  Violet started undressing. "You didn't go crazy, I hope?"

  "Umm, no this is something very personal I had made for you. Go get into bed."

  Violet had butterflies, which seemed silly considering how often they did this. When they got to the bedroom, Michael had her put on a blindfold, saying it would help her feel less inhibited. She would have laughed if Michael hadn't been looking so serious. Any inhibitions she’d ever had were gone. Where she had always been quiet and shy, now she spoke her mind and didn't panic being the center of attention. She was much more confident in her work. Even Allyn had noticed and commented that maybe Michael was good for her after all.

  "Michael, if I have this blindfold on, how am I going to see my present?"

  "This one I want you to feel first." Violet gave an involuntary shiver. Even after all these months his way of making the most normal thing sound so erotic still caught her off guard. "Can you keep your hands above your head or should I tie you up?"

  "You want me to choose?" The thought seemed absurd.

  "Either you choose or I will."

  "Oh God, I guess... tie me. I have no idea what you are going to do."

  He whispered in her ear, "I knew you were going to choose that. Restraint always lets you get a little wilder."r />
  Violet could only moan softly. He knew her too well. With her hands tied together over her head and the blindfold on, she was completely at his mercy. Her nipples were already hard, and she had been wet since she heard his voice on the plane.

  "Now, kitten, this is going to feel cold at first, but it will warm up with your body heat. I'm going to start where the cold might be... interesting. Tell me what you feel."

  She felt a shock of cold on one of her nipples. "Oh!" She squirmed. "It is cold, but also pebbled." Michael moved the pebbled surface over her nipple. It felt almost like a cat's tongue. "That feels good, though." He started on the other one. Whatever it was, it felt hard and seemed heavy but was also getting warmer the longer Michael massaged her with it. By the time he finished with her nipples, they ached, and she couldn't help whimpering when he stopped. "Michael, I need to feel you, too."

  "Always my greedy kitten." But she heard him go around to the other side of the bed, heard the rustling of his clothes and felt the bed dip as he got in it. His body touching hers felt electric. He was so warm against her. He placed a warm kiss on one of her nipples and then took her mouth. Warm, liquid kisses, sweet and rich like good port and just as likely to make her senseless. But she had missed these most of all. Except that with her hands tied she couldn't touch him, which was frustrating the hell out of her.

  "Michael, this is too frustrating. Please, please untie me. I need to be able to touch you.”

  "No. Remember I told you I wouldn't always grant your requests."

  Violet answered him with a growl. She felt him pick up the present that had fallen between them. It had absorbed both of their heat so it was now warm. He stroked her inner thighs with it. Instinctively, she opened herself for him, and he moved to stroking the length of her cleft. After of a few minutes of that slow torture, he found her opening and slowly slid the phallus in.

  "How does that feel, kitten?"

  "Full, but not painful at all. Like its hitting all the right spots at once."

  "Perfect. I designed it just for you. I had an artist carve it from marble. Your own miniature work of art. Let me attach these." Violet felt chains like the ones she wore drip between her legs. Then she could feel Michael connecting them to the belly chain. When he finished, he kissed her again and started massaging her clit.