Living in Shadow(66)

“You are,” she murmured. “A killer deals in death, Luc. Not pleasure. Not caring. Not tenderness. And those are the things you’ve given me. Your strength, your command, your control gives me pleasure, never pain. Don’t ever doubt it. So why don’t you show me how I belong to you? How you own me?”

His breath was warm on her skin, his body still over hers. Then he said, “Keep still,” and he moved away.

Trembling, Eleanor stayed where she was. She wasn’t going to move. She was going to do exactly what he said, no matter what that was. Ready for anything.

It felt like she lay there for a long time with nothing but silence for company, tension pulling her muscles tighter and tighter.

“Legs apart.” His voice came quite suddenly, and shock made her have to take a moment to process the order.

But he didn’t give her a moment, powerful fingers on her thighs pushing them wide.

She sucked in a breath, only to have all the air escape as something that felt both cold and burning at the same time brushed against one nipple.

“What are you doing?” she asked, panting, trying to twist away.

“I told you to keep still.”

She tried to do what he told her as another pass of that cold thing slid over one nipple then the other, her brain struggling to make sense of it.

Ice…

He circled the ice cube around her stiff, aching nipples before moving it lower, over her stomach. Goose bumps rose everywhere, desire a hard, tight knot down low inside her.

The fact that he was silent, that he didn’t explain himself or wait for her to protest, meant something.

He was trusting her the way she was trusting him.

Her heartbeat accelerated, hope and fear and desire tangling inside her. And love, a wild burst of it burning in her veins.

She trembled. “Sir…”

He shifted on the bed, a warm hand covering her mouth, silencing her. “You’ve been bad, Eleanor. Disobeyed my direct orders. And that means you need to be punished.” The ice cube tracked a cold, burning path down to her hip then over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “I’m going to tease you, tantalize you, but you’re not allowed to come. If you do come, I won’t let you have my cock. Nod once if you understand.”

She nodded, trying to restrain the urge to lick his palm.

“Good,” he said, removing his hand from her mouth. The ice cube moved slowly closer to her sex, the pleasure/pain of the cold making her shake. “Remember, if you want me to stop, you only have to say the word.”

She gave a second, sharp nod, the darkness behind the blindfold beginning to flame.

Delicious anticipation had begun to build and along with it the desire to prove herself to him. To show him that she was as worthy of his trust as he was of hers.

She tried to stay strong as the ice cube traced the outer lips of her pussy, moaning, her hips lifting helplessly. But the contrast of the biting cold against her heated skin was so intense she couldn’t stop shaking. Especially when he slid the cube against her clit, pleasure/pain pulsing through her.

Colors leapt behind her closed lids, flaring brightly in the dark as the sensations layered one on top of the other. As he ran the ice cube down her center, his finger taking its place at her clit.

Holy Christ, she wasn’t going to survive this.

She bit her lip hard to stop the orgasm that threatened, determined to obey him. To show him she could do what he wanted.

And right when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, his touch vanished, leaving her shivering on the bed, her skin sensitized and burning.

The sound of her breathing was harsh in the silence.

Then the bed dipped again, intense cold meeting intense heat as she felt him push the ice cube inside her.

She said his name on a gasp as she felt warm breath on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. A gasp that turned into a cry as his mouth covered her sex.

The burning pleasure became white-hot, molten, as he pushed his tongue deep inside her, tasting her.

“Oh…Jesus…” Her voice didn’t sound like her own, thick and ragged.

Arching her hips, she tried to move, only to feel herself suddenly hauled up, his arms wrapping her waist, her legs over his shoulders, his tongue pushing even deeper.

“Luc!” Another cry burst from her.

She wasn’t allowed to come. She wasn’t supposed to. And she fought it like a tiger.

But he was relentless, devouring her, overwhelming her so completely she was helpless to stop the climax that smashed over her. Sobbing as she was washed away, with nothing to hold on to except him.

He couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to wait. The taste of her was still on his tongue and she was quivering, naked in his arms, and all he wanted to do was blind her with even more pleasure, give her everything he could.