Anonymous Desires_Isai and Ryker_Part 3

by A. D. Herrick

  Knowing I can’t stall any longer I step out of the shower. A crisp white towel is waiting, perched on the edge of the counter along with a new toothbrush and toothpaste, and a bottle of Gatorade, Isai has thought of everything.

  I feel like a new man freshly showered and dressed. My clothing smells of Isai’s laundry detergent, giving me even more reason question the night before. I’m no closer to discovering how I ended up at her place, I wasn’t even aware I knew where she lived.

  The aspirin and Gatorade have helped to calm the pounding in my head. I’m now able to move without a jackhammer going off in my skull.

  It’s do or die time. I can no longer put it off. Making my way down the hall toward the sound of pots and pans banging around and the delicious aroma of bacon, I feel sheepish, like a boy caught out after curfew. Rounding the corner I stop dead in my tracks. Isai’s standing over the stove, her hair pulled up in a messy bun on the top of her head. A soft purple silk robe is tied loosely around her waist, the hem reaching the top of her thighs. I watch as she bends and stretches around the stove, each movement drawing the robe higher, revealing teasing glimpses of the bare curve of her ass. My cock reacts like a kid in a candy store reaching for the sweet succulent treat.

  As if sensing my eyes on her Isai’s head whips around, her eyes lingering on me for a long moment, her eyes soaking me in much the same way I had done. “Get to the table, breakfast will be done shortly.” She tips her head to the right then turns back to the stove.

  I follow the direction her head tips finding a small table set. Two glasses of orange juice and a pot of coffee lay waiting. “Start with the juice.” My jaw falls open at the steel in her voice, so authoritative.

  Glancing back in her direction she stands with her hand resting on her jutted out hip, her brow rose in expectancy. My teeth sink into my lower lip biting back an appreciative groan. She’s fucking sexy as sin, standing there ordering me around. My hand twitched with the desire to bend her over my knee for taking a tone with me.

  My thoughts must read on my face because she raises the spatula in her hand pointing it at me, a look of absolute on her face. “Sit. Drink.” She jabs the spatula in my direction with every word.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” I smirk, taking a seat at the small table, allowing her the control this once. Angling my seat in her direction I sip my juice as I watch her flip the contents of the pan.

  Her cheeks color lightly when I catcher her sneaking glances in my direction, reminding me of her innocence. That one look is nearly my undoing coupled with the way her robe gapes open slightly in the front, flashing me hints of flesh, her creamy white mounds uncontained within.

  After a few more flips Isai has two plates loaded. I rise to help her with breakfast only to be met with a stare that has me sitting back down in my seat. With a pleased smile on her face, she deposits a plate in front of me before taking her own seat.

  The plate is loaded down with eggs, bacon, and greasy hash browns; the scent alone is enough to do me in. My stomach growls in appreciation. “Thank you.”

  “Eat,” She orders stabbing her fork into her plate with vigor.

  I don’t argue. We eat in comfortable silence. The sexual tension in the room rises with every minute that passes. Watching her lips wrap around her fork has my balls drawn tight. The woman is a master at seduction. A temptress. Every bite, every sip, crafted to tease, seduce, lure, tempt. The fire in my loins burns for her. My cock strains against my zipper.

  She winks in my direction over a sip of coffee and that’s all it takes for me to lose my composure.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Rising from the table I yank her from her seat, swinging her over my shoulder.

  “Ryker put me down.” Her small fist beat at my back like an annoying gnat.

  “No,” striding down the hall I carry her to her room, the bedding a mess of tangled sheets, reminding me of waking up with her in my arms.

  Dropping her to the bed my body covers her before she has a chance to escape. My lips crash over hers, blocking her protest. Nails dig into my scalp with the hunger of a cougar.

  My hands make short work of her robe, revealing her naked body. I groan in appreciation. “Fuck I want you.”

  “So you told me.” That’s the first hint she’s given of the events that took place the night before but I’m too far gone to care. Rising to my knees I tower over her, my eyes combing over her curves, memorizing every dip and valley of her body. Every plane memorized- a snapshot to revisit at a later date.

  I strip slowly, watching her pupils dilate with each new flash of skin as I raise my shirt up over my head. Her eyes stay locked on my abs. A dopey smile curving her lips as I run my hand down the hard plane.

  The perfect oh her lips form had my cock punching at the zipper in a desperate need to escape. Her eyes flare open as the first button on my jeans pops open. Her chest rises and falls in short burst with each unveiling button.

  Rising from the mattress her eyes follow me, fist clenching the sheet as my jeans lower down my hips. Her thighs rub together, her hips buck in slow thrust as I palm my cock through my boxers. A low moan escapes her throat; the need on her face draws a low growl in the back of my throat. The slow torture is killing me as much as it is her. Unable to take it anymore I drop my boxers to the floor and stalk back to her. The heat in her eyes is scorching.

  Snatching the belt from her robe, I raise my brow in question, allowing her to decide. Her head tilts up in defiance, a challenge, causing my cock to throb, my balls ache with desperation.

  With a wolfish grin, I straddle her torso; my rock hard cock nestles between her breasts. The silky mounds cocoon my member in warmth. Giving a small thrust I watch the head of my cock enter the valley and disappear before reappearing again out the other side, leaving a trail of precum in its wake.

  I repeat the motion, withdrawing then diving back in. My balls tease across her flesh, the sensation a fine line between a tickle and pleasure sending a zip of electricity up my spine.

  Closing my eyes I throw back my head allowing the dual sensation to wash over me, the silky warmth of her breast wrapped around my cock, the feel of my balls trailing along her chest. Slick wet warmth jars me forward as Isai’s lips wrap around my head the moment I burst from the valley of her mounds. The fire in her eyes, the sheer defiance has me thrusting harder, burying my cock deep in her mouth. Her sweet lips wrap around my shaft, her tongue dancing along the veiny underside has me seeing stars. My balls draw tight, the vein in my cock thrums to life. I’m riding the edge of oblivion, on the verge of bursting.

  Withdrawing my cock with a small pop from between her lips I lean forward taking her wrist in my hands, the head of my cock resting atop her closed lips, a drop of precum lingers at the tip teasing us both.

  I take pleasure in binding her wrist. With every wrap of silk my lips pepper kisses along the delicate gooseflesh. Each knot carefully crafted to bind the beauty of the art and the greatest pleasure.

  Isai’s tongue peeks out between her glorious lips seeking my cock. The temptress is itching for punishment. Glancing down between my legs her eyes meet mine, swollen lips wrap around the head of my cock. It’s an image I commit to memory, one that I will always remember, absolute perfection in all its glory. I fasten the ends of the belt to the headboard.

  I again remove my cock from with her sinful lips, the action painful. Retrieving my belt from my jeans I secure it around her ankles. I take great pleasure in watching the leather bind her flesh. I long for my cuffs but can’t deny the perfection of the make do restraints.

  Stepping back I admire my handiwork.

  Bound she was a vision, a masterpiece, mine.

  Striding across the room I ripped open the curtains, allowing the fresh morning sun to shine through. The reflection of light caressing her milky flesh left me breathless. I was gone to her.

  With an animalistic growl, I marched back toward the bed. “Remember your safe words.” It was the only warning I gave be
fore grabbing her bound ankles and lifting them. With a few flicks of my wrist, her ankles were bound to the headboard, her tight apple shaped ass proudly on display. Her breast pressed forward meeting her chin.

  I slapped the sinuous flesh; the milky flesh stained a beautiful pink. A gasp of shock left her lips. Rubbing away the stink of my mark I took great pleasure in the heat that radiated off her flesh. I struck her again, this time on the other cheek. The sting in my hand translated to my cock who begged for more.

  Isai’s ass shined for me, her juices making her slit gleam in the morning sunlight. She was a juicy peach and I was dying for a taste.

  Dipping my head I licked her seam, savoring her sweetness on my tongue. I moaned in delight. Isai’s breathing picked up, her breaths coming in shallow pants. I licked her again, allowing my tongue to swirl around her tiny bundle of nerves. She didn’t disappoint. My name rolled off her lisp, a whisper of praise.

  I leaned back, admiring my handy work. Isai’s ass shined red, her pussy wet with want.

  “Ryker,” I love to hear her beg, knowing she was begging for me, my cock. There was no greater accolade. I didn’t give her a chance to finish before I slid home, burying my cock deep within her slick folds.

  Fingers digging into the supple flesh of her thighs I pounded into her, my cock drilling into her. Her moans and cries filled the room, her fist clenching and unclenching as she struggled against her binds.

  With each jerk of her arms, I dove in deeper, determined to reach the other side. My name fell from her lips, a cry of redemption, and a plea for release. Reaching forwards I plucked her nipple between my fingers pulling a cry of pain from her lips. With each twist and tug her cries filled the room. Every sound made my cock swell.

  “Fuck yes,” She cried out begging for more. I obliged, growling out my praise as I hammered into her. My balls slapped against her ass, applauding our coupling. With each clap they drew tighter, the slapping motion sending tingles up my spine. A warmth filled my lower stomach spreading like wildfire.

  Isai’s walls clamped down on me like a vice. I dove in deeper than I ever imagined being, my head banging rudely against her pelvic floor. Her pussy spasmed around my shaft sucking my cock like a wanton slut. “That’s it, baby, take my cock.”

  With a roar I felt my balls release, thick ropes of cum spurt forth filling her hole, fireworks burst behind my lids. I punctuated my release with a shout and thrust until I had nothing left to give.

  Pulling out I fell to my side beside her bound form. With lazy movements I unbound her wrist and ankles, pulling her body into mine. I held onto her, our hearts beating wilding in tandem.

  Isai’s head rests on my chest, her arm wrapped around my waist, legs intertwined with mine. I’d never felt more at peace than I did at the moment. Wrapping my arm around her I held her close, afraid to break the spell we were under, not yet ready to face reality.

  Isai’s breathing slowed; her breathing shallowed as she gave way to sleep. The part of my brain that always screamed to run was silent. I felt myself give in to the idea of us becoming more. The word love flitted through my mind. But I knew that’s not what it was. It had been too soon for love. The fact that the word itself didn’t send me running was the greatest achievement.

  I let my eyes drift close, savoring the feel of Isai in my arms, allowing the rightness of the feeling to wash through me.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “Why did you kick me out?” Wow, she didn’t waste any time getting down to business. After spending the morning and most of the afternoon tangled in each other’s arms Isai had decided it was time to talk. To say talking was the last thing I wanted to do was an understatement. Lying in bed we faced one another, side by side naked, the position more intimate than my cock buried deep within her folds. She was a feast to behold and I was ravenous.

  I glanced around nervously, in search of an escape I knew wasn’t going to happen. Isai had ensured it when she hid my clothing when I wasn’t looking as she so proudly proclaimed. I was trapped, naked in her bed. She had successfully captured me and was holding me hostage in her bed. There wasn’t anywhere I’d rather be.

  She looked at me expectantly, arms folded across her naked chest, pushing her breast high. If she was trying to distract me from answering she was doing a mighty fine job. Her breast drew my attention like a moth to a flame. Isai cleared her throat, brow arched in impatience. She wasn’t budging. How could one tiny human be so damn intimidating?

  Sucking my lips between my teeth I forced a breath of air from my nostrils. “Tell me what happened last night. How did I get here?”

  “Uh-uh, that isn’t how this works. My bed, my rules.”

  “Then how about we get dressed and I take you back to my bed?” The look on her face told me she wasn’t amused, teeth clenched, lips pursed together as though she had sucked a lemon. A lingering threat in her eyes promised pain. It was now or never. “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”

  Isai scoffed. “Why would that information matter?” Her eyes narrowed. Somehow I felt like I had just poked a hornet's nest and I didn’t know why or how. Communicating with women had never been my forte and this conversation was proof of it. I had barely opened my mouth to answer and already I was in trouble.

  I blanched at her. “You’re kidding me right?”

  “Does it look like I’m kidding?” It really didn’t. Isai’s claws came out, eyes flared with danger; I felt my balls shrivel with fear.

  “Your first time is supposed to mean something. It’s supposed to be special. Not spent in the clutches of the devil, allowing a monster to defile you in the most intimate ways.” A look of disbelief came over her face which quickly morphed to anger in a flash. My balls had left the building, having packed their bags and disappeared. I had never been more afraid of a woman in my life.

  “Who’s to say my first time wasn’t exactly how I envisioned it? Wasn’t special to me? Who’s to say it wasn’t everything I thought it would be and more? And why the fuck do you think I would agree to it if it wasn’t something I wanted?” Her arms flayed around as she spoke. I flinched away dodging and weaving like an old boxing pro. The tip on one of her claws grazed along my cheek sending my heart thumping in my chest. The bitter taste of fear crept up the back of my throat.

  I back peddled like my life depended on it, which I’m almost certain it did. “I’m sorry. I don’t know. I thought that’s what girls wanted. I panicked.” Her hands fisted in her hair as an animalistic growl tore from her lips.

  “We discussed all of this prior to meeting. Are you really that daft?” My eyes narrowed at her slight, her own eyes bulging at the shock of her own words.

  “I didn’t want to hurt you,” I growled out in irritation flopping onto my back in anger. “You’re my employee.”

  Isai was up on her knees, fist planted on the gentle swell of her hips. I bit my lips as my eyes roamed her body.

  “Eyes up here,” She demanded with a cutting glare. “For your information, I work for a company you own. I don’t work for you.” She huffed out, brow creased, cheeks red with anger, and her hair sticking out wildly. She was stunning.

  “It’s inappropriate.” I rose to my knees towering over her having had enough of this argument.

  “No, what inappropriate is driving a girl into the woods and then chasing her down like she’s some animal.” She raged.

  “You fucking loved it. I could smell your arousal from a mile away.” I accused raging back even louder.

  “You’re right. I did. But you couldn’t fucking handle it and stormed off like a bitch.” Eyes wide, lips forming an 'oh' she began to panic her limbs clumsy as she struggled to back away. Fear was written all over her face. The argument had gotten way out of hand, all our unspoken words forming a head.

  I wasn’t having it.

  Snatching her wrist I tugged her to me, her body fell forward, her chest roughly colliding with mine. Her eyes rimmed with water stared up at mine. The pain hurt, and fear d
anced in a myriad within the depths of her eyes.

  “No more running.” My lips crashed down into hers, silencing any retort she might have.

  Her lips were like marble against mine, cold stiff, and unmoving. I didn’t care. Running my tongue along the seam I urged her to open up. I kissed her with everything I had in me, pouring all my emotions into that one singular sensation.

  Slowly she began to thaw. Her lips parted on a sigh allowing me entrance. I took advantage, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I told her everything I couldn’t say with silenced words, spelling out my emotions with the flick of my tongue and caress of my lips. My hands weaved their way through her hair, the silky tresses seducing me, pulling me under her spell.

  Her arms wrapped around my neck, my cock standing at attention between us, waved like a white flag.

  “You’re the one that keeps running,” She panted out between labored breaths.

  “No more running for either of us.” I amended gasping for air.

  “So where does that leave us?” I didn’t miss the uncertainty in her eyes. It slew me. How could she not know?

  “You’re mine.”

  We fell against the mattress, a tangle of limbs. For the first time, I took her without binds, without restraint. I made love to her the way a man makes love to a woman. The way I should have made love to her that first night.

  I worshiped her body, kissing, licking, and nipping every inch of her body, embedding her every cry to memory. I memorized the feel of her skin, the taste of her essence, and the scent of her arousal. Her body was my temple and I praised it on my knees, stared upon it with reverence, and paid homage to the feel of her beneath me, above me, wrapped around me.

  She took my cock between her lips like a ravenous whore, whispered her praise as I stuffed her ass like a virginal nun, and rode my cock like a cowgirl competing for a metal.