Snowfire: Party Favors

by Selena Illyria

  Snowfire: Party Favors

  Selena Illyria

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  Copyright ©2009 Selena Illyria

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  Snowfire: Party Favors

  Selena Illyria

  Nevada has been working so hard she’s exhausted. Lucian is determined to get her to rest -- even if he has to kidnap her and tie her to the bed to do it.

  Dedication

  -- For Ro and Ms. Priss

  Snowfire: Party Favors

  “Luc, stop, I can’t get up yet. I’m exhausted.” Nevada scrunched up into a ball and reached out blindly for the covers. “Luc!”

  “Rise and shine, oraia, it’s time to get up. You only have two hours to prepare for the party. Come on, get up,” Lucian Sandros urged.

  “Luc, I’m tired. My feet hurt. I can’t possibly attend the party. I’m sorry, I just can’t.” She pulled a pillow over her head hoping he would take that as a sign to leave her alone. It didn’t work. He grabbed an ankle and pulled her down the length of the bed. She squeaked and sat up, reaching down to bat at his hands. “Luc, let go.”

  He didn’t stop until her butt hit the end of the mattress. He raised her leg in the air, sliding his hands up over her calf until he was holding her foot. Slowly, he began to move his thumb over the sole, using just the right amount of pressure, neither too hard nor too soft. She moaned as the aches of the day began to melt away under his touch. He didn’t stop there. His hands moved down her leg, massaging her aching muscles.

  Heat slowly began to build up through her body. She relaxed and let him attend to her.

  “How about this? I tell my mom you’re not feeling well. The Gazette has been working you pretty hard lately. I’m sure she’ll understand. Then you and I go somewhere, anywhere, just the two us, to relax. We haven’t done that in awhile. What do you think?”

  “Can’t, one of the reporters is sick. They need me to fill in and cover the Winter Festival, Valentine’s Day ball over at the mayor’s mansion, and judge the Magickal Communities’ Snowstorm in a Bottle competition.” Lucian growled in frustration and she felt bad. “I know, I know, I should have said no, but we’re all working overtime at the paper. It’s chaos, and I can’t just leave them.”

  “Nevada, you’re working yourself into the ground. I don’t want to see you get sick -- or worse -- because of this. I’ve tried to bite my tongue but no more. This is the third time you’ve fallen asleep at dinner. The third time. Don’t get me started on how you can barely make it to bed some nights, and others you don’t come home at all. I can’t stand by while you work yourself to death. I refuse to. You’re taking a break and your boss can kiss my ass,” Lucian growled.

  “Lucian!”

  “Don’t make me tie you to the bed,” Lucian grumbled.

  Nevada sat up, glaring at him. “Don’t you dare go all caveman vampire on me. This is my job. Yeah, lately I’ve been tired, but they need me. I can’t just leave them without notice.” She folded her arms, raising an eyebrow, daring him to contradict her.

  “Fine. Have it your way,” Lucian snarled. He dropped her leg and stalked away. As soon as he was out of the room, Nevada regretted her words. He was right. She was doing too much, not getting enough sleep, and living off coffee and sugar.

  She slid off the bed and padded to the living room, ready to apologize. But the slam of the door told her Lucian was gone. Anger rose up inside of her. “Be that way,” she shouted.

  Her words bounced off the walls. She sighed, shoulders slumping. Hanging her head she said, “I’m an idiot. All he wanted for Valentine’s Day was to spend time with me, and I put my foot in my mouth. I just had to be stubborn.”

  She turned and walked back to the bedroom, where she found her clothes neatly folded on a nearby chair. She smiled softly. “He’s been so sweet, taking care of me. Even with my crazy schedule, he’s always tried to make sure I had something proper to eat. He’s always ready to give me a massage or draw a bath for me. God, I’m stupid.”

  Making her way over to the chair, she stooped down to grab her purse. Rummaging around, she found her cell phone and flipped up the cover, hitting speed dial. “Lida, it’s Nev. Yeah, I know. I’m just exhausted. Work’s been crazy. I just had a fight with Luc. He stormed out of here, probably on his way to the party. I can’t go. I’m too tired. I know, I know. Look, when you see him, please tell him to call me. I feel terrible. He’s been so sweet and patient with me. Thanks, hon. Yeah, when I find my mind, I’ll put it back in my head and we can meet. We’ll shop till we drop and eat until we burst. You’re going to drag Mags with us? Cool. I can’t wait. Talk to you later. Bye hon.”

  Nevada hung up the phone and prayed Lucian would call her. “Knowing him, he’ll be stubborn and make me wait until he gets home. Might as well have a bath in the mean time.”

  She glanced back at the bed, the sheets and blankets on the floor. “And I’ll make up the bed, too.”

  She trudged off to the bathroom to start a bath.

  * * *

  “You want what?” Renato asked, looking over at his brother.

  “You heard me. I need a large number of sex toys, and I need to use your place, the one just outside the city,” Lucian replied before taking a sip of punch.

  “I don’t want to know. I just don’t want to know. Go to the Sensual District, to Corbin, and have him fill the order. He’ll give you a good discount for everything.” Renato took out his keys and slipped one off the ring. “Here’s the key. Don’t destroy the house. Magda hasn’t seen it yet.”

  “Thanks, bro. Tell Mom and Dad I’m sorry. I have to take care of my woman.”

  Renato smiled and nodded, “They’ll understand. Have fun.”

  “I’m sure we will.” Lucian turned and left the party. He had wicked plans for Nevada that would finally get her the rest she needed. Three hours later, he returned to his penthouse to find Nevada asleep in their bed. Smiling, he got to work. First he packed two bags with enough clothes for two weeks, then he carried her to the car. She didn’t even stir in his arms. He put the bags in the trunk and placed her gently in the backseat, letting her sleep. Climbing into the driver’s seat, he closed the door and adjusted the mirror. He saw the sleeping Nevada’s reflection and smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

  * * *

  Nevada moaned, waking up to the most pleasant sensation. Vibrations trailed up and down the lips of her pussy. Moaning again, she tried to move closer to the feeling but found she could only go so far. Her arms were stretched over her head, and cool steel bit into her wrist
s. Something soft and smooth was wrapped around her ankles. Opening her eyes, she saw nothing but darkness. Panic made her struggle. She couldn’t move.

  “Lucian?” she cried out, fear causing her heart to beat rapidly. The vibrations continued, this time rimming around the entrance to her core. “Lucian?”

  “Calm down, oraia, it’s me,” Lucian replied, his voice husky. She felt warm, moist air blow against her pussy and writhed, clit throbbing with need.

  “What’s going on?” she demanded.

  “You’ve been naughty. And I have a nice sack of toys to help me punish you.”

  “What the hell are you talking about? Did you tie me to the bed?”

  “Yes, and you will remain bound to the bed until I decide you’ve been good.”

  “Lucian, let me go,” she demanded.

  “Trust me, mavro mou roda. Do you trust me?”

  She felt something slick and hard trail up one side of her labia and down the other while the vibrations moved lower running over her anus. “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Then trust me and let me punish you. You’re aroused, oraia, so wet and ready for me. I can smell your arousal, just for me. Do you want me to taste you?”

  Her nether lips parted and he flicked her clit gently before running his tongue around the throbbing nubbin. Her stomach tightened, heat washing over her body. Her breasts felt full, nipples aching, needing his mouth. She wanted to touch him, run her hands through his hair and urge him closer. She tried to pull her hands down and found she couldn’t. Letting out a sound of frustration she tried to relax, but the need for movement made it difficult.

  She closed her eyes and concentrated on just feeling what he was doing to her. The vibrations moved upward, rimming her pussy again. Her vaginal muscles contracted, needing something to clutch. He teased her clit with soft flicks before sucking the pearl into his mouth. He thrust the vibrator inside of her just as he sucked hard on her clit.

  She cried out, hips bucking off the mattress. He withdrew the sex toy from her sopping cunt before slamming back in, while flicking her clit with his tongue. An orgasm built, tightening, spiraling upward, higher and higher she climbed only to let out a cry of frustration when he released her clit with a soft pop and slipped the vibrator from her needy pussy.

  “Lucian!” she cried, her breath coming out in pants, skin slick with perspiration.

  “Not yet. I’m not going to let you come just yet.” She felt movement and then the mattress bounced softly beneath her. She waited impatiently for him to return. The bed dipped and she felt his body heat above her. She arched her back, trying to rub her breasts against his skin but only made contact with air.

  “Uh-uh, no touching from you, but this will give your beautiful breasts exactly what they need.” Something warm made contact with her breasts before she felt something clamp down on her nipples. There was a moment of discomfort, but it didn’t last. She gasped in surprise as she felt vibrations around her nipples and on her breasts. Electric shards went straight to her clit.

  “Do you like it?” Lucian asked softly.

  She moaned in response, but the feeling wasn’t enough. “It’s not enough. I need you. Fuck me!”

  “You’ll have me soon enough.” He kissed his way down her body, running his tongue around her navel before moving lower.

  “You’re taking too long,” she gritted out in frustration.

  “You’ve been naughty. Do you think I should reward you for working yourself so hard? No, we’re doing things my way, and I will punish you any way I want for as long as I want.” He licked and nibbled her pussy lips before rimming the slick entrance of her pussy. Lucian moved lower, lapping at her anus, causing her to wiggle against his mouth. He nipped her ass cheek. “Stop moving.”

  “Ow,” she cried out at the sharp sting of the bite.

  He soothed the pain with his tongue before moving back to her anus. “I know you’ll enjoy this.”

  The bed moved beneath her before she felt the slick warmth of lube circling her dark hole. Something blunt and thick was pushed into her, passing the first ring of her anus. The stretching of her walls hurt until she relaxed, allowing the object passage. He fucked her with it slowly at first, before increasing the speed.

  Moaning, she contracted her muscles around it. He withdrew the object before inserting something thicker than the first, fucking her slowly, allowing her to get used to the girth of the dildo. Pleasure washed over her, she wanted more, needed more. “Lucian, please, I want to come. Fuck me.”

  “Not yet, oraia.” He replaced the second object with something thick, stretching her walls further, the discomfort faded as pleasure replaced it. Nevada tried to move, to ride the new object, but could only move down so far. Lucian withdrew the third object only to replace it with something smooth, slick and round. One after another rounded objects slid into her ass. A new kind of pleasure began to overtake her as more and more beads were slipped into her ass.

  He moved the anal pearls slowly at first, just as with the other toys, and then faster and faster. Her breasts jiggled with each slam, the vibrations increased sending sparks of electricity straight to her clit. Her cunt contracted. Nevada groaned as her orgasm began to build again. She was so close to coming, only to have him stop suddenly, withdrawing the beads from her back passage.

  She screamed, “Lucian, let me come.”

  “Not yet.”

  She swore soundly, breath coming out in harsh pants.

  * * *

  He was going to come any second. His balls ached, his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. He was torturing them both. He needed to be inside of her, needed to feel her cunt clamp down on his cock. He wanted to feel her wet heat surrounding him. He glanced over at the large red bag of sex toys and shook his head. I need her now. I can’t wait any longer.

  Pulling the blindfold off of her eyes, he watched her blink against the bright light before they focused on him. Throwing the blindfold over his shoulder, he reached up and unlocked the handcuffs. Then he moved down the bed and unlocked the restraints around her ankles. He threw the keys to the ground and turned to look at her. Her mocha skin was slick with sweat, hair mussed, brown eyes darkened with passion. “I have to fuck you,” he murmured.

  She spread her legs wide, the slick, thick lips of her pussy exposed to his gaze.

  “You are so beautiful.” He crawled up her body slowly, taking in every dip and curve of her. “I’m so happy you’re mine.” He placed kisses over her stomach, moving upward. When he got to her breasts, he turned off the vibrator cups and took them off, placing them on the nightstand before continuing. When Lucian reached her lips he gave her a soft, passionate kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day, oraia. Are you glad that I kidnapped you?”

  She smiled up at him, “Yes, and I’m sorry I was so stubborn.”

  “Yes, well, you haven’t been punished enough for that, but lucky for you, we have two weeks to take care of that problem.”

  She wrapped her legs around his hips and reached up to caress his face. “Make love to me, Lucian. Make me yours.”

  “Always.” He reached between them, positioning his cock at her entrance. He watched her eyes as he thrust into her. Her pussy clamped down on the head of his cock, causing him to moan. He withdrew and thrust forward. Slowly he began to piston his hips building speed. She met his thrusts with ones of her own, their slick skin rubbing up against each other. Moaning, she reached up, sliding her fingers into his hair, urging his head down. Lucian brushed his lips against hers once, twice, three times before giving her a passionate, demanding kiss.

  Lucian fucked her harder, his cockhead hitting her cervix. The wet slap of flesh was the only sound echoing throughout the room. Pulling back, he scraped his fangs along the side of her neck. He placed light kisses on her shoulder before his fangs sunk into the thick muscle. She cried out, walls quivering around his cock, limbs shaking. He pounded her pussy harder, her lava hot blood running over his tongue. Each tug of his lips on th
e wound caused her pussy to flutter around him and small cries to fall from her lips.

  Fingers of fire danced up and down his spine as his balls pulled closer to his body. His cock pulsed within her. He thrust once, twice, three times before he came, his seed coating the walls of her pussy. He lifted his head, blood dribbling down his chin, lips parted on a silent cry. His hips continued to thrust until his balls were empty.

  Panting, he lowered his body, feeling her breasts crushing against him. He nuzzled her neck, licking his lips before he placed a soft kiss over her pulse. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he rolled them until she was on top.

  Nevada brought her hand up, wiping away the blood. “Luc, you should know, your Valentine’s Day gift is back at the penthouse.”

  He laughed. “Let’s worry about that later, okay? Now, let’s get some rest. That was just the first round. There are still two week’s worth of punishments left.”

  “You really went wild, didn’t you? I must have really pissed you off.” She laughed.

  “Not pissed off, oraia. You just left me very horny and missing my woman.” He smiled, flashing some fang.

  “I promise to never do that again. Let’s get some sleep.” She rested her head on his shoulder and they soon both fell asleep.

  * * *

  Lucian moaned as he felt the pressure increase on his cock. He thrust his hips upward and opened his eyes. Raising his head, he looked down the line of his body and saw Nevada, her lips sliding down his cock, cheeks hallowed out. He tried to bring his hand down to bury it in her hair only to find it wouldn’t come down. “Oh, shit.”

  She released his cock with a pop. Nevada looked up at him and smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Payback time.”

  Selena Illyria

  I/R Author Selena Illyria was born with an overactive imagination. She loves to write stories featuring futuristic cities that can only be imagined, visit island kingdoms of vampires/dragons, giggle with mischievous pixies, peek in on faeries looking for their mates, check up on the naughty staff of an exclusive academy, and sigh over how in love a powerful business exec is with his wife. She can’t wait to write stories with her talented, creative and wonderful CPs, Celia Kyle and Shara Cooper.