HOT ICE: Complete Sporting Romance Series

by Lily Harlem

  “Yes.” He nodded. “I should have called and I am sorry.”

  “I didn’t even have your cell number.”

  “You will have, from now on. I’ll always be there, I promise.”

  “Oh, a famous Vadmir promise.”

  He tightened his jaw. “I always make good a promise.”

  “Not to me, you haven’t.” I thought of all the dirty, delicious things he’d said he’d do to my naked tied up body.

  Suddenly his face softened. “Ah, I see.” He slipped his hand behind my head, cradled my skull and hovered his lips over mine. “You’re talking about that kind of promise.”

  I stared at his lips and wanted them on me. “You’re not in love with me,” I whispered, not daring to let myself fall for him any more than I already had. Love had been cruel to me in the past. I was loath to get burned again.

  “I am so in love with you,” he said. “When I thought something might have happened to you, when that picture of the plane burning was broadcast, I thought my heart would stop beating.” He brushed his lips over mine. “I know you’re not in love with me, not now, but maybe you could be. Maybe you will one day think I’m not such a stupid Russian boy and allow your heart to beat for mine.”

  My eyes prickled with tears and my chest tightened. “Vadmir,” I managed. “You stupid Russian boy, can’t you tell?”

  “What?” He stroked his other hand down my cheek. “Can’t I tell what?”

  “I’m already in love with you.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Three Months Later

  I studied the wake the Dvoryantvo was leaving in the ocean—a foamy white snake that traced our path. Like a plane’s engine cloud, the trail dissolved with time.

  A motorboat suited me well, as I hadn’t been in the air since the crash. It wasn’t that I would never fly again, I just hadn’t needed to. After taking three weeks’ sick leave and coping with the official complaint about Baron—he’d been formally cautioned for grabbing me—I’d been assigned to office duties. And now Vadmir had insisted I take vacation leave so we could spend time together off the Florida Keys. He’d been offered use of a wealthy Viper fan’s luxury boat and been more than happy to take the fellow Russian up on the offer to show me the sights.

  “How is the drink I made you, milaya moya?” Vadmir called from where he was steering on the top deck.

  “Delicious.” I used the straw to stir the brown sugar resting on the bottom of the long glass and then stretched my legs out on the lounger. “You’ve got the hang of these.” The sun was hot but the breeze from the sea made it a perfect temperature for sunbathing. I adjusted my tiny white DKNY bikini bottoms—the top had yet to be unpacked—and checked on the progress of my sun-worshipping. Already I was topping up my tan quite nicely.

  “I will anchor here so we can have lunch,” he called.

  “Perfect.” I sipped my drink.

  The boat slowed and the heat of the sun intensified. The noise of the engine quieted and Vadmir came down onto the deck. He wore dark navy swim shorts and a matching t-shirt. His shoulders had gone a little pink the day before and I’d insisted he cover up today.

  “Did you see the island?” he asked, pointing toward the front of the boat. “I don’t think it’s inhabited.”

  I twisted to look at where he was indicating. A small rocky piece of land rose from the water just in front of us. It had a narrow, crescent-shaped beach, a few cliffs and appeared covered entirely by foliage. It looked idyllic and peaceful but there were no signs of life.

  “No, I don’t think anyone lives there,” I agreed.

  He set about dropping the anchor and I watched the muscles in his arms bunch as he completed his task. The boat drifted for a few yards and then I felt it catch.

  He straightened and wiped his forearm over his forehead. “That should hold.” He moved to where I was laying and sat on the lounger next to mine. A lazy smile crept over his face as he removed his shades and set them down. “You are getting a tan.”

  “Am I? Good.” I put my drink aside, rested my head back and shut my eyes.

  “I’m a bit worried about these, though,” he said.

  I opened my eyes just in time to see him circle my right nipple with his fingertip. Instantly it tingled and then tightened.

  “Are you?” I said.

  “Mmm.” He reached with his other hand for my sun lotion. “Needs more of this.”

  He tipped a small white blob onto his index finger and then carefully and slowly rubbed it into my right nipple.

  The weight in my breast increased. A familiar ache for more—more stimulation, more of him— crept over my flesh.

  He spread the cream very precisely, smoothing it onto my now peaked nipple as though it was the most important job in the world.

  A quiver attacked my belly and I pulled in a breath. Could life get any more perfect than being adored by the man I loved on a luxury boat?

  “I should make sure the other one is protected,” he said quietly. “It is my responsibility to look after you.”

  For a moment his touch left me and then my other nipple was treated to the same cool, sensual stimulation. That breast also grew heavy and again I shut my eyes and enjoyed everything about the moment.

  I felt his shadow move across me and his lips brush mine.

  “I hope you’re not too hungry for lunch,” he said, cupping the underside of my left breast.

  I rested my hand on his shoulder and looked up into his eyes. “I’m only hungry for you.”

  “Good.”

  “Whoa, what are you doing?” He’d swung me up into the air. Quickly I locked my arms around his neck. “Vadmir?”

  “You see out there.” He walked to the bow of the boat, over where he’d just set the anchor. “There is no one, is there?”

  I scanned the empty horizon. Not a soul to be seen. “No, there’s no one.”

  He turned. “And the island, there is no one.”

  “I don’t think so.” I paused. He had a particularly wicked grin stretching his mouth wide and it made me suspicious. “What are you thinking, Russian boy?”

  “I’m thinking…” He moved back past my lounger, up to the middle deck and into the main room of the boat. “That I can tie you to the bed and have my way with you and no one, not one person on this planet will hear your screams for more. You can be as loud and as wild as you want and there is only me to hear you.”

  I swallowed as he strode past the low, white leather seating in the galley.

  “Well, it is isolated,” I said, my pussy already trembling at the thought of being tied up. He’d kept promising this moment, over and over and now it was here. Had he orchestrated it so we’d be absolutely out of hearing distance from any other living being? Probably, he did seem to get what he wanted all of the time.

  “And in here, Mrs. Arefyev, is where the magic will happen.” He pushed the bedroom door with his foot and stepped inside.

  I giggled. “I’m not Mrs. Arefyev yet, you know.”

  “You will be in six weeks.”

  “Yes, that’s true.” Again I glanced at the rock on my left ring finger. A single large diamond from Tiffany & Co. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’d ever seen and certainly ever owned.

  “You should get used to the name.” He stooped and set me on the bed. “Because soon it will be yours forever.”

  “I can live with that.”

  He pushed a lock of hair over my ear and then turned to one of the cupboards. “Lay down,” he ordered, his voice taking on a masterful tone that did funny things to my insides.

  I dragged my gaze from his butt and did as he’d asked.

  The bed was cool after lying in the sun and my skin slid on the silky sheets. Everything about the boat screamed luxury and opulence and was designer. I loved it.

  Vadmir stood by the locker with a small cardboard box in his hands. I tried to read the label but couldn’t make it out.

  “I ordered some toys befo
re we left,” he said, studying the box’s contents. “And now is the time to play with them.”

  “What did you get?” I asked, curiosity clawing at me.

  I tried to sit but he placed his hand in the center of my sternum and pressed me flat on the bed. “Oh, no, you’ll find out soon enough.” He plucked a piece of purple velvet material into the air and then placed the box down.

  “Close your eyes,” he said, stretching the long, thin piece of material wide. “I want this to be a surprise for you.”

  My heart was beating fast and my pussy dampening. He wanted to take away my sight. It was a fantasy I’d been toying with and now he was going to make it real. But what else did he have in there? What else was he planning?

  Again I did as he’d asked and closed my eyes.

  Very gently and carefully he slid the blindfold beneath my head and fastened it. It was a neat fit and there was only blackness when I tried to peek.

  “Is that comfortable?” he asked, stroking his finger down my cheek and then my neck.

  “Yes.”

  “Good, now for your arms.” He gripped my left wrist and hoisted it above my head. I pulled in a breath and squirmed as he attached it with soft material to the headboard. Fuck, he really was doing what he’d been talking about, finally. I could hardly wait for it to begin.

  Without saying a word, he secured my opposite arm so I was spread before him, sightless and trapped.

  “Oh, Sammy,” he said, toying with my nipples again. “You do look beautiful.”

  “Fuck me,” I said, wishing my bikini bottoms had gone already.

  He chuckled. “I will when I’m ready. Right now I have the most perfect body set before me and all I want to do is play. Play with you and my new toys.”

  “What…what have you got?” Toys in the plural? What did he have in there?

  “You’ll soon find out.”

  Something about his tone made me nervous but I didn’t have long to worry because he began to stroke and caress my body. Sliding his fingers over my breasts, my armpits, up my arms to my hands and back down again. I gasped as he resumed tweaking both of my nipples, pulling them to hard points.

  Suddenly a hard, clasping sensation bit down on my right nipple.

  “Ouch, I…what?”

  “Shh,” he spoke against my cheek, his stubble catching on my skin. “Just feel, go with it.”

  “But I…” It hurt, whatever he was doing, and it wasn’t letting up. It felt like a clamp was attached to my nipple, squeezing and compressing. I tried to move my arms and examine it but I couldn’t move them more than an inch.

  “That’s pretty,” he said.

  “What? What’s pretty?”

  “Nipple clamps. You’ll like them, they have red stones in them and are pale gold.”

  My left nipple suddenly went on fire as the same harsh density jammed tight over it. Although the clamp hurt it was good hurt, it was the true stimulation I’d been craving when he’d been toying with me. I let the feeling collect and then fizz down my stomach and settle in my pelvis. My clit began to throb and my pussy tightened. This was working. I could do this.

  “That is it, just right,” he said, cupping my breasts and gently massaging them.

  The weight of the clamps tugged at my flesh and I gasped. “Vadmir.”

  “I will make you feel fabulous all over,” he said. “We have nowhere to be so do not be surprised if I take all day doing this.”

  “Yes, oh, but… damn, I want to fuck.”

  “I know you do.” He pulled at my bikini bottoms, making fast work of removing them, and spread my legs wide. “I can smell how turned on you are, Sammy.” I heard him breathe deep and sensed his weight at the base of the bed.

  I twisted my head from left to right, wishing I could see him studying my pussy and sniffing my arousal.

  “Shall we see how wet you are?” he asked. As he’d spoken he’d dragged his fingers through my folds and found my entrance. He pushed in, just a little. “Oh, yes, very wet.”

  I twitched my hips, wanting more and hoping he’d take the hint. He didn’t, instead he removed his fingers.

  I groaned in complaint.

  Small kisses were planted on my right ankle, they journeyed upward, gliding over my knee and thigh.

  Oh please God, let him give me an orgasm with his mouth.

  His breaths were hot on my pussy and he was holding my thighs wide. I stilled completely, hoping for his tongue.

  Suddenly it was there, sweeping up my pussy and then capturing my clit in a long, firm suction.

  “Oh, Jesus yes,” I said, arching my spine and pressing my head into the pillow. Again I tried to move my arms, only to be reminded that I couldn’t.

  He licked and sucked, laved and circled. He entered my pussy again with his fingers, filling me as he stoked my orgasm.

  Bright lights flashed over my eyelids and my belly muscles tensed. I writhed and worked my body against the mattress. The nipple clamps dragged and created added stimulation to my already frenzied nerves.

  “Yes, yes,” I panted, “I’m coming…” Oh, it was just there, within reach.

  He lifted up.

  “Ah, ah, no, Vadmir, please…” I yanked my arms and tried to pull free. “What are you doing?”

  My pussy was clenching around nothing, my clit throbbing for his mouth.

  He rested his hand over my mound and pressed gently. “Shh, I’m just getting you ready for the big one.”

  “That was the big one, fuck, I was just about to—”

  He silenced me with a kiss, a kiss that tasted of me.

  “We have more toys to play with,” he said. He leaned across me and I felt the bed give and then heard a rattle in the box. “How are you feeling, Sammy?”

  “Frustrated,” I huffed.

  “Mmm, you should change that to relaxed.”

  “Relaxed? I was about to explode, how can I relax?”

  “Oh, you will.” Again he kissed me, everywhere, seemingly leaving no square inch unloved by his lips and tongue.

  I lay there, sacrificial and with my breaths hard to catch. I tried to slow my wildly beating heart. The acute throb in my clit was unrelenting. I needed to come. He’d brought me so close.

  His attention traveled lower over my stomach and then he pressed one teasing kiss over my clit.

  I moaned and bunched the side of my face into my upstretched arm.

  “Wider,” he said, pushing my legs so far apart my hips ached. “And like this.” He scooped my ass up and when he rested me back down there was the softness of a pillow beneath my buttocks. My hips were tilted now and I was bared open to him.

  There was nowhere to hide.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “Vadmir, what are you doing?” I managed. The position was so sexy, sexy in a completely giving and trusting way. A mutual respect. I loved that I trusted him so much and I could be like this with him. I would never have dreamed of letting any other man see my body this vulnerable, see me this vulnerable, or give up control this way.

  But Vadmir, he was different. Vadmir was the man I’d promised to marry. Vadmir respected me as I respected him.

  “Now relax,” he whispered, “just feel.”

  The shock of cool lube against my anus made me jerk.

  “That’s not relaxing,” he said sternly. “Come on, Sammy, give it up. Let me have control of your body and of your pleasure.”

  “I’m trying.”

  “Try harder. You can do this.”

  I blew out a long low breath and forced my abdominal muscles to unwind. My focus, as I came to the end of the breath, settled on what Vadmir was doing. He was gently circling my asshole, rubbing and smoothing over the tight pucker. He enjoyed anal sex, a lot, and so did I. It was something we indulged in regularly. But we hadn’t done it like this before, in broad daylight and with him watching his penetration of my hole.

  “That’s it, you’re doing great,” he soothed.

  I bit down on my bo
ttom lip.

  There was a pressure at the center of my anus and then a steady smooth insertion. It wasn’t his finger, though, it was flat-surfaced and growing ever wider.

  “What?” I said, wriggling as the stretch heated up.

  “Shh, it’s a plug, let it fill you.”

  A plug! Damn, he really had gotten imaginative when shopping. “God, it feels so…”

  “What? Tell me.”

  “Cool and big and…getting bigger.”

  “Nearly there.”

  “You know I’m going to return the favor with this…right?”

  He chuckled. “I can’t wait.”

  I pursed my lips and blew out a breath. I couldn’t take much more, the denseness inside my rectum and the flare of the plug was all getting too much. “Vadmir, I can’t…”

  “Shh, almost…there…”

  “Ah, ah…”

  It popped in and my asshole clamped around the base. I shifted on the bed and the sensation just moved with me.

  “Good girl,” he said, kissing my patch of pubic hair. “Good, good girl.” His kiss moved downward and again he suckled on my clit.

  I moaned and my legs flopped wider still. Instantly the need to orgasm was hurtling toward me again. I’d been hovering and now I was speeding toward it.

  He lifted his head. “I want your mouth,” he said. “Take me.”

  I wailed in annoyance that my climax hadn’t arrived but the sound was barely out and his cock was prodding at my lips.

  Quickly I opened up. Greedy as always for his taste.

  He slid in, the thickness of him filling my mouth as he supported the base of my neck, holding me to him.

  “Ah yes, dah, dah,” he moaned.

  I wished I could see him. I adored the dreamy expression he always got when I sucked him off. But for today I was blind—blind and buzzing with need.

  “I love fucking your mouth,” he said, sinking deep but not so much that I gagged. He knew his full length would do that to me. “And I love fucking your ass, but your pussy, that’s my favorite part of you to fuck, Mrs. Arefyev. Your hot, tight pussy. You want me to do that now, don’t you? While your ass is full you want my dick in your cunt.”