Indulging in Irene

by D. L. Raver

  I took in her beautiful face, now relaxed while she waited for me to do as I would to her. Today had been rough on her, and I wanted to relegate the events to a dark part of her mind.

  At her panties, my fingers pushed aside the lacy material, giving my fingers room to dip into her.

  I thrust two fingers inside and palmed her clit.

  Irelyn moaned and bit her hand.

  Fuck, I almost moaned, too. She was so hot and tight, and she was mine. Mine to do with as I pleased. She’d given me permission, and I planned to take advantage of it. I thought about not taking her all the way. I could push her to the edge of release and stop so that her subsequent orgasm would be momentous. But I couldn’t do that to her now, not after everything. Irelyn needed this release so she’d be relaxed when we got home.

  By her fast pants and blushing skin, I knew she was close. I picked up the pace as I continued to fuck her with my fingers while my palm caressed her clit. When her muscles tightened around my fingers, I leaned over her and took her mouth with mine, capturing her cries as she unraveled. Her hands worked their way into my hair, pulling it as she came.

  Fuck, my cock was rock hard, and I wanted her—wanted to fuck her hard and fast. But I also wanted to get her home and continue this in my bedroom on my bed. This was just foreplay. Later, I would take her to a place that would leave her senseless.

  When the last of her cries faded away, I leaned back and sucked on the fingers that had been in her. God, she was sweet. Honey sweet.

  Irelyn’s eyes widened as she watched me suck on my fingers. Though she'd seen me do this before she still seemed surprised. Or maybe she was surprised I'd get her off when Sloan could have easily caught us. Whatever surprised her, I wanted her to get used to me doing things to her that might be on the more wild side. It was so rare these days to find someone like her, a beautiful woman with almost no experience that I could completely make mine in every way. A woman to mold exactly the way I wanted her; to teach her things about pleasure that would blow her mind. To think I’d be the only recipient of that made me ecstatic.

  I was one lucky bastard!

  “That was unexpected.” Irelyn gave me a wicked smile as she righted her dress. Her eyes dropped to my groin and her smile grew. “Did getting me off make you hot, Zolt?”

  “Yeah,” I said, half groaning.

  Her hand ran up my thigh, and she grasped my hardness through my jeans, and the tip of her pink tongue licked her lips.

  I hissed as she rubbed my hard on. For a moment, I thought about letting her do whatever she had in mind, but I wanted to come inside her after we played.

  Gently, I covered her hand with mine and shook my head.

  “But—” she tried to protest.

  “This was just foreplay, baby. I’m more than happy to endure being uncomfortable since I know what’s coming.”

  “And what is that?” she asked breathlessly.

  I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, and then I pulled her to me and kissed her. Our tongues collided in a needy, demanding kiss.

  “Patience, baby.” I released her, and she settled into her seat, her head resting on my shoulder.

  “I need to stop at my house,” Irelyn said as she stroked my hand. “I didn’t bring enough clothes, and I want to grab Chris’s laptop. And, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to bring Rufus to your house. I miss my dog and I’m sure he misses me.”

  “I’d love to have Rufus come. Brody will be here tomorrow, and I’m sure Ben will love having another dog to play with. Why don’t you call your housekeeper and have her get what you need together. Sloan can go get it and bring it to my house in a few hours.”

  “A few hours?” She glanced up at me again, excitement and hesitation danced in her eyes.

  “A few hours,” I reaffirmed before giving into the need to kiss those sexy red lips of hers.

  Irelyn called Anna and directed her to gather the things she needed, telling her that Sloan would be by to pick them up.

  “You haven’t touched Chris’s laptop since he died, have you?”

  “No. But knowing what we know now, I have to wonder if there’s something there that might be helpful. Chris was meticulous about his business dealings. I know he used to keep a daily journal on his laptop, and I used to kid with him that I was going to steal his computer so I could read it. Of course, I had no intentions of that. To be honest, just thinking about reading it makes me feel as if I’m betraying him, but I have to do this.”

  “I’m sure he’d understand. Try not to fret over it.”

  She leaned her head back on my shoulder. “I won’t. It’s just that I might find out things about my brother I’d rather not know.”

  “You mean like what porn he watched?” I joked, trying to lighten her mood.

  “Yeah.” She laughed a little, but it was more nervous than jovial.

  I couldn’t blame her. Irelyn had known her brother in a certain way. Given what we were finding out about Marcus, I was fairly certain Chris knew way more than he ever let on and that we’d find valuable information on his laptop.

  The car stopped, and I climbed out, offering my hand to Irelyn as she exited. I pulled her in close and whispered in her ear.

  “Go to my bedroom. Strip off your clothes, sit on the side of the bed, and wait for me. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  She fidgeted with her hair, and I watched her lovely neck move as she swallowed.

  “Okay,” she murmured.

  I handed her the front door keys and watched her disappear into the house. My cock jumped at the thought of her sitting naked waiting for me.

  Sloan stood there watching with a frown on his face. I knew before he said anything that a lecture was forthcoming.

  “Sloan, something on your mind?”

  “I like you, Zolt,” he said, folding his arms over his chests, his gunmetal gray eyes hardening in my direction. If he was trying to intimidate me, he’d have to work harder than that. You don’t play in the NFL without learning how to deal with menacing men wanting to break you in two. While his demeanor didn’t rise to that level, there was a definite warning in his stature.

  “Go ahead and say whatever you need to say, Sloan.” I closed the door and leaned against the car with my own arms crossed over my chest.

  “Irelyn may come off strong and confident, but she’s young. Marcus didn’t do any favors by her. I was there the night he took her virginity,” his Irish accent drawled.

  “You were there?” The thought of him watching made my stomach churn, and I felt myself tensing, wanting to bust him the face.

  “For the aftermath. I was there for the aftermath. I had to listen to her cry all the way home. Though she didn’t come out and tell me directly, I’m smart enough to put two and two together. It took everything inside of me to not beat the holy hell out of Marcus. I have come across many assholes in my time. Men who take what they want and make no apologies. Marcus Xavier is one of them. He's a psychotic narcissist, and I'm thrilled to see Irelyn finally away from him. Now, I can, and will, fuck him up.”

  I relaxed finally seeing the meaning behind Sloan’s words. I took off my sunglasses and stared him in the eyes. “I care about Irelyn. A lot. I'd never purposefully hurt her.”

  “And I believe that, but I saw the way you reacted at the ranch today. I’ve heard the stories about your escapades.” He stepped forward and stood in front of me with his arms at his sides. “Don’t bring her along too fast. Be gentle with her. Marcus has been her only lover. I’ve heard her conversations with Rachel, so I know how he was with her. Irelyn trusts you. Don’t fuck that up. She’s had enough to deal with, and I don’t want to see her hurt again.”

  I nodded. Sloan wasn’t saying anything to me I hadn’t already told myself.

  “She’s not just another fuck,” I said, feeling the need to defend myself. “We have a history, one that I respect immensely. I’m not about to fuck that up.”

  “Fine.” Seemingly satisfied, he walk
ed back to the driver’s side of the car and got in. He started the car, and then rolled the window down, sticking his head out. “I’ll hold you to that. Expect me back in three hours with Rufus, and Irelyn’s things.”

  I thought about Sloan’s words as I watched the town car drive away. Was I moving too fast with Irelyn? I closed my eyes and inhaled. We’d been together a few times now, and I felt I had a sense of her sexually. She wasn’t a timid lover; hell, she wasn’t a timid woman. I could tell her interest had been piqued by her body’s response as we discussed how I liked to play.

  From all my previous experiences, I knew how far to take women, and I had a good sense how far I could take Irelyn. She’d enjoy what I had in mind. As soon as I smoked a few bowls to alleviate the ache in my leg, I’d introduce her to pleasure that would blow her mind.

  I sat naked on the edge of Zolt’s bed, waiting for him to come into the room. My heart thumped a crazy tattoo. Fuck, I was so excited, nervous, and turned on. I didn’t have a clue what he planned, but I knew it would be hot.

  “I can do this,” I murmured, crossing, and then uncrossing my legs, not sure how I should sit. His only instructions were to take my clothes off and sit on his bed. Geez that had been at least ten minutes ago. If he didn’t come in soon, I was going to melt into a puddle of nerves.

  A few minutes later, Zolt came in the room and shut the door. The sound of the latch catching stole my breath, and I gripped the edge of the bed to keep myself from bolting out of the room. Why he’d shut it, I didn’t know. I had to wonder if it was more for effect than necessity.

  Maybe I should have taken a shot or downed a glass of wine first, I thought, lamenting my failure to plan ahead.

  As he slowly walked across the room to me, Zolt stripped off his shirt, leaving him in his perfectly fitted jeans.

  How very Christian Grey of him, I thought and bit my cheek to keep from giggling.

  Desire liquidized his crystalline-blues, turning them into pools of molten need. The look on his face, with the slight stubble of his beard, reminded me of the layout he’d done for Sports Illustrated all those years ago. In that photo shoot, his hair was a messy arrangement of dark hair and he was shirtless with faded jeans on, palming a football in his huge hand. Though he didn’t have a football in hand now, I could swear it was seven years ago. Zolt hadn’t changed all that much.

  I can remember staring at the issue, dreaming that sexy look in his eyes had been for me and me alone. At fifteen, I’d wished and prayed that somehow, someway, Zolt would be mine. I never imagined that wish would come true, and I’d end up here in his bed waiting for him to have his way with me.

  I licked my parted lips and commanded myself to calm. Zolt wouldn’t hurt me, I reminded myself. This was about pleasure.

  “Do you know how beautiful you look, sitting on my bed waiting for me? The sunshine is bouncing off your silky blonde waves. Fucking beautiful.”

  He stopped in front of me and ran his fingers through my hair, and then slowly worked his way up my neck to my jawline, and finally to my lips.

  I gasped as his large hands cupped my face and his lips met mine. The kiss wasn’t demanding but promised a snippet of what Zolt had planned for me.

  “Lie down in the middle of the bed, Irelyn,” Zolt said forcefully, but not overbearingly.

  I didn’t hesitate, doing exactly as he directed, panting with anticipation.

  “Good.” He adjusted his growing erection in his pants. I could only imagine how uncomfortable he must be after all that had happened today, all the sexual stimuli tossed in his direction. To be honest, I was totally shocked and a little disappointed he hadn’t fucked me in the car.

  Zolt opened the lower drawer of his bedside table and pulled out several black silk scarves.

  Just seeing them made my entire body clench in anticipation.

  Could I do this? Did I want to do this? Yes. Yes. Yes.

  He went to the end of the bed and made short work of binding my ankles to the posts. Now that my legs were securely restrained, I couldn’t squeeze my thighs together to help alleviate the growing ache that had me dripping wet. Just watching him move about was erotic as hell. Zolt was totally in his element as he worked at restraining me to his bed.

  When he was happy with his work, he climbed on the bed and straddled me at the waist. I could feel the hardness of his erection pressed against my belly as he leaned over me and repeated the process with both of my wrists.

  I pulled on each binding, testing their effectiveness. The realization that I was now at his mercy trapped on his bed, made fear spike inside. I felt my eyes widen in alarm.

  “Don’t be afraid, Irelyn. Trust me,” Zolt said and gently kissed me.

  “I do,” I said timidly.

  “I know this is new for you. But you have no idea how much it turns me on to know you trust me enough to give your control to me.”

  So it was a control thing. Well, duh! Of course, it was. How could it not be?

  “Giving your lover complete trust is an invaluable gift,” he said, his eyes flashing with untamed need. “I’ve always demanded it from my one-night stands because I needed to control the situation. It’s different with you.”

  I squirmed and bucked at my bindings at the thought of Zolt with other women. He was mine.

  “Jealous?” He laughed a long sensuous chuckle. “Remember, baby, you’re the only lover who’s ever been in my house and in my bed.”

  “I know,” I huffed out.

  “I like that you’re jealous. And I fucking love how hot you look bound to my bed open to me in every way. Do you know how hard it is for me not to fuck you right now?”

  I glanced down at the bulge in his pants and smiled. He was fully erect now, and the material of his jeans strained against his length.

  I shook my head unable to speak or form words.

  “Are you willing to go just a little further?” He held up the last scarf he’d taken from his drawer and trailed the end down my neck and breastbone.

  “Yes,” I rasped, shivering at the feel of the silk on me.

  “Good. Lift your head.”

  I did as he asked, and Zolt tied the scarf around my eyes, darkening my world.

  “Fuck,” I moaned. This was beyond erotic, scary, and an absolute turn on.

  I felt his soft lips just under my ear at one of my most sensitive places.

  “Oh, what I’m going to do to you, Irelyn. Thank you for trusting me.”

  His words trickled from his lips into my ears, and I felt my body heat. I was so ready for him. With my sight gone, the world around me became much more intense. Zolt’s every breath and move excited me. God, I was so fucking wet and ready for him.

  “If at any time you want this to stop, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. Then, if you want me to unbind you, I’ll do that too. But think twice before you say it. For every spike of pain, there will be a burst of pleasure. I promise.”

  “Okay,” I said. Amazingly enough, I wasn’t scared. Just the opposite. I was so turned on that all he’d have to do is touch my clit, and I’d explode.

  The bed dipped, and I felt Zolt climb off me, but his amazing fragrance lingered, making my mouth water.

  I heard a drawer open and the rustling of objects. My jaw clenched with anticipation and frustration. I wanted to scream at him to hurry up. The waiting was a bitch and patience, I decided, was not a virtue. But I knew this was part of the seduction, the ramping up of my heightened senses.

  The sound of a match lighting made me start.

  What the hell was he going to do with that?

  A second later, I smelled the faint aroma of vanilla wafting over me.

  “Mmm,” he drawled as he climbed back on the bed. I thought he might be straddling me again but I couldn’t be sure.

  “You’re breasts are perfect,” he said admiringly. His hot breath spilled over them, puckering them to hard, almost painful points.

  Touch them, suck them, do something, anyth
ing to them…

  “Please, Zolt,” I moaned.

  “Patience, baby,” he chuckled.

  Fuck patience! I wanted him to do whatever it was he was going to do, because I was pretty sure one single touch would send me flying over the edge.

  He shifted again, and I felt him reach over me. Just the brief contact of his bare chest, with its sprinkling of soft hairs, drove me insane.

  I heard him chuckle again as he settled his strong legs on either side of me. For a moment, I worried about his leg. I didn’t want him to have pain while he pursued my pleasure.

  “My leg is fine, Irelyn. Don’t worry about it.”

  His words surprised me and my eyes flew open under the scarf.

  “How did you know I was thinking that?”

  “Your gorgeous red lips turned down slightly. I know you worry about me. You have no idea what it does to me to know you care.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice even though I couldn’t see it on his sexy face.

  “I do. Care that is. A lot.” I almost cursed myself for telling him, but when his lips crushed on mine, my worries faded.

  Zolt kissed me for several excruciating minutes. His chest pressed against my overly sensitive breasts, and I moaned, the sensation too exquisite.

  “Please,” I begged again. Why is he torturing me?

  “We’ll get there, I promise.”

  Then, his weight shifted back, and I felt the sensation of something coming toward my right side near my ear. I tensed in anticipation, not knowing if it would be pain or pleasure. To my delight, several feather-like objects brushed just behind my ear and traveled to my jawline, my neck, and finally stopping at my breasts.

  I heard the whoosh of air as he brought the implement down on them. A sting quickly surfaced and was followed by a ticklish feeling of the feathers. I arched my back as pleasure rode down my spine.

  When he repeated the same action on my other breast, I cried out. If he kept this up, I’d come without him even touching my clit.

  “Irelyn, your nipples are glowing pink. Fuck, I can’t resist them.” His mouth latched onto my left one and sucked, then drew back and captured its peak between his teeth.