The Hunted (Orion the Hunter Part Two)

by J. D. Chase

  I knew that I should have left him to it but I found myself tiptoeing forward into a bathroom that could only be described as luxurious. Ordinarily, my eye would have been drawn and held by the huge sunken bath that dominated the centre of the room. However, once my gaze found the large walk in shower, my brain barely registered the clean lines of the frameless glass enclosure that would normally have me enthralled. Instead, it locked on the tanned, muscular body inside that was facing away from me. As Lucas washed his hair, I stood and drank in this sight of the clearly defined muscles of his upper back and arms and the firm buttocks resting on long, lean legs.

  As my distracted brain registered that he was turning off the shower, I quickly shot out of the bathroom and closed the door quietly behind me. I lay back on the bed, willing my heart rate and breathing to slow down. I’d just about managed it when the door opened and Lucas stepped out, wearing a towel around his hips. My heart rate immediately accelerated again. He shot me a quick grin and sauntered out of the room and into the hallway.

  Gah! For a man who was keen to get our new arrangement started, he sure was taking his time. Is he into delayed gratification? If so, it had better be worth the wait!

  I was considering following Lucas out of the room when he returned, carrying candles and a lighter. He arranged the candles around the room and lit them before drawing the shades at the window. He then took his iPod and placed it in a speaker dock. Within seconds, Unintended by Muse was playing quietly. I fleetingly wondered whether Lucas had chosen the track at random or whether the lyrics were appropriate.

  He sat next to me on the bed and took my hand. “How are you feeling? Is your head hurting? Or anywhere else?”

  The look of genuine concern on his face threw me for a second before I realized that I hadn’t given my head a second thought in hours. “I’m fine. No pain anywhere.” I smiled as he lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed my palm.

  “I’m glad. No concussion or lasting effects from your fall then,” he murmured as he began to close his mouth around my index finger. He gently sucked and nibbled each finger in turn before placing gentle kisses up along my arm until he reached my sleeve. “Either I’m seriously underdressed or you’ve got too many clothes on.”

  “Hmmmmm, I think you’re seriously underdressed,” I grinned.

  “No, you’re seriously overdressed - clothes are definitely overrated where you’re concerned.”

  He leaned over and gently took possession of my mouth. Quickly, the kiss deepened as his tongue explored hungrily. I was helpless to resist and our tongues began to stroke each other, a tantalizing slow dance. I surrendered myself to the kiss totally and felt bereft when he ended it. I was shocked to discover that he had completely unbuttoned my blouse during the kiss - I hadn’t felt a thing.

  He turned his attention to my stomach covering me in little feather light kisses. I ran my hands up his strong arms and up into his hair. I loved how he wore it long enough to entwine my fingers in the silky soft locks. It was still damp from the shower. I gasped when he flicked his tongue into my belly button, involuntarily lifting my hips off the bed.

  “Patience, Miss Prince!” he teased. “All good things come to those who wait.”

  I felt my skirt being pulled down my legs. When had he unfastened that? I jumped when I felt his fingers tracing the outline of my toes. He then trailed his fingertips up the insides of my legs and just as I prepared to receive them at the place I longed to be touched, he lifted his hands briefly before sliding them up the outsides of my torso. When they reached my shoulders, he gently lifted me up to slide my top down my arms.

  Clad only in my black lace underwear now, I watched as he sat back and drank in the sight of me. Seeing him sat there with his head bowed, it felt almost as though he was worshipping my body. I basked in his reverence although I longed to admire his naked body once again.

  “Issy,” he said, quietly. His voice was thick with desire. “You do want this, don’t you? I know that I was persistent earlier and I shouldn’t have forced you into this. It was selfish of me.”

  “I don’t mind, Lucas. Nobody forces me to do anything that I don‘t want to do.” I smiled at him in reassurance.

  “Thank fuck for that,” he growled before closing in on my mouth once again. His kisses were mind blowing; I lost all trace of rational thought. I lost myself in them totally, responding to him when the kiss became even deeper. It was as though nothing else mattered. That was until I felt his hand on my breast, through the lace of my bra. He traced the outline of my areola with his palm before circling with the faintest pressure. My nipple stood to attention as I arched my back, pushing into his hand, seeking firmer pressure. He denied me by switching his attention to my other breast and repeating the process. I could feel my breasts growing plumper and heavier, longing to be released from the confines of my bra.

  As if he could read my mind, Lucas expertly unclasped my bra. One gentle tug and it was in his hand before sailing onto the floor. He broke out kiss and traced tiny kisses down my neck and onto my chest. I held my breath in anticipation and couldn’t help letting a low moan escape from my lips when his warm mouth closed around my nipple.

  He began by gently tonguing the nipple before suckling and nibbling slightly, grazing the skin with his teeth. It was exquisite but I was unused to being a passive partner so I reached for him, under his towel. Immediately, I heard a low growl and he grabbed my wrist in his hand and pinned my arm to the bed, next to my head. That nearly drove me wild … whether with frustration or with desire, I couldn’t say. I just knew it was off the scale hot! His other hand traveled down my midriff and between my legs until he was cupping me in his palm. Again, I froze in anticipation as he switched his mouth to my other breast.

  Slowly but surely, the pressure of his hand increased until the heel of his hand began to move in slow circles, ensuring that the area around my clitoris was massaged fully. I pushed up my hips to further increase the pressure but immediately he nipped my nipple and his hand stilled. I lay back and he continued as before. God, he was infuriating with all his control freakery but it turned me on like nothing I’d experienced before.

  I could feel frustration building inside me. I loved what he was doing to my body but I wanted more. I wanted to touch him, to take him in my mouth or to have him inside me NOW! I wanted- Oooooh, now that’s better! His fingers had slid beneath my lace panties and he was rubbing my clit with the same small circles. Then they parted my slick folds and slid lower.

  “Ahhh. How ready you are for me, Issy.” His voice was so deep it was like a rumble emerging from his chest. I realized that I was panting now, so desperate for penetration and for release. I knew that if I moved a muscle, he would stop again. This was a man that wanted to be in control. I was pondering how I felt about this when one finger plunged into me and withdrew. I gasped and then moaned when I felt the stretch and realized that he had added another finger. I clamped down on his fingers before he could withdraw them, the sensation triggering a primal need that was so strong that I doubted if I could ignore it, even for one second.

  Apparently, my action had triggered the same need in him because I heard him mutter “Fuck this!” before my panties were ripped from my body and, before I could protest, his head was between my legs. Pleasure rippled through my belly and down between my legs.

  Both of his hands were on my breasts, massaging gently as he began to delight me down there with tiny licks and nibbles. As he increased the pace and pressure on my breasts, he matched it with his mouth. I was desperately trying to keep still, not used to being a passive partner. Involuntarily, my hands reached down to tangle in his hair and immediately my wrists were grasped by one of his hands and held firmly on my stomach.

  His other hand moved down between my legs and he slid two fingers into me again as he continued the onslaught on my clitoris with his mouth. Again, my muscles gripped his fingers and he responded by sucking firmly on my clit as he pumped his fingers in and out, mer
cilessly. I raised my hips but had them pushed down firmly by the hand that was pinning my own to my stomach.

  Very quickly, I felt pressure building as my body sought its ecstatic release. Every muscle in my body was tightly strung; I was like a tightly coiled spring. I could hear myself panting as I sought to remain still. I felt a delicious stretch and realized that he must now be using three fingers. He plunged them deeply and curled them to stroke that rough spot on the front wall of my vagina. He suckled firmly on my clit and then, just as I felt release was upon me, he removed his mouth from me and stilled his fingers inside me. I was completely on the edge and it was torture, all of my muscles were at full stretch, my heart was hammering and my held felt as though it would burst from the pressure built up inside.

  He raised his head slightly, looked me in the eye and whispered, “Let go, Issy. Come for me.” His breath tortured my swollen clit and I whimpered. He blew across it and grinned wickedly and that was all it took to topple me over the edge. Blood roared through my ears and my whole body convulsed as fierce waves of pleasure tore through me.

  Just as I began to recover my wits, he pulled back his fingers and then plunged them back in deeply as his tongue flicked my clit. Immediately, another orgasm rolled through my body, more gentle than the last, but exquisite just the same. Or it could even have been a continuation of the first.

  As my mind began to refocus and register how boneless my limbs felt, I noticed that Lucas hadn’t moved a muscle. His face conveyed an expression of wonder - parted lips and wide eyes - until our eyes met. Then a slow, self-satisfied smile spread across his handsome face before his head dipped and he placed a chaste kiss on my mound.

  “Pleased with yourself, Mr Hunter?” I teased.

  “I am very pleased with myself as it happens.”

  “I can see that. Would you care to share the reason? Or can I guess?”

  “You could try but you mightn’t be right,” he said as he moved to lie next to me.

  “Oh?” I asked, thinking that any man who had wrung pleasure out of a woman’s body, as he had just done, would be feeling pleased with himself.

  “I’m pleased with myself for the restraint that I showed. When I brought you in here, the urge to throw you on the bed and bury myself inside you was almost overwhelming. I was worried that it would be over before it had begun. I thought that taking a shower might help but you put paid to that!”

  What? “I don’t follow.” He always seemed very controlled and in control to me.

  “Don’t act the innocent with me. I know that you watched me in the shower!”

  How on earth did he know that? “I wasn’t watching you. I wondered where you’d gone after you abandoned me here. Once I saw what you were doing, I left you to it. Although I admit that I liked what I saw and that I could very easily have joined you.”

  “Hmmm. So it must be a coincidence that you left only when I’d turned the shower off. I saw you scooting away when I turned around, Issy! And why didn’t you join me? Surely you don’t think that you wouldn’t have been welcome.”

  “I don’t know. Something told me that you wanted to do things your way so I didn’t like to spoil your plans. This is your game after all.”

  I started as his hand shot out and gripped my jaw. His eyes were flashing dangerously dark. “I’ve told you already - this is not a game, Issy.” He immediately loosened his hold and began to caress my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I do like to be in control … always - and I am in every aspect of my life, except when it comes to you. You have me at the very edge of my limits. It took all my strength to walk away and take a shower and not just take you fast and hard. The shower didn’t work and I have been fighting for control since. Every time your body reacts to me, it pushes me closer to the edge.”

  “Funny that, every time you make my body react, I am pushed that bit closer to the edge until I lose control completely. So you have me at an advantage.” I noticed his eyes lightening up and softening his whole expression. “However, I have a question. Why did you fight it? Did I give you any indication that I wouldn’t like to be taken fast and hard?”

  “No, not at all but it was important to me to do this right,” he looked so earnest. He took both my hands in his, clasping them firmly.

  I squeezed his hands. “You did pretty well last time when you lost control. My body reacted to you pretty well if I recall. God, it was incredible!

  “But that was just about raw, animal sex. You know that I want more than that. I want your body to respond me to as it’s never responded to anyone before. I want a deeper connection between us; I want your mind to respond to me too. I can‘t afford to mess up, Issy. I want this so badly and that means I’ve got to do it right, well try my hardest to, since this is all unfamiliar territory to me.”

  He looks so vulnerable. Oh god, I am going to feel like hell when I let him down at the end of this month. Why the hell did I agree to it? I can’t spend the next month with him treading on eggshells, worrying that he might blow his chances … especially when he has no chance anyway!

  I sat up as realization dawned. “Is that what all this is about? Controlling yourself. The shower. The music. The candles. Is this the Hunter Seduction Special?” I cried.

  “No … yes … I don’t know. I have never seduced a woman before. But isn’t this what people do? People who want or have a loving relationship?”

  I shook my head in exasperation. “I have no idea, Lucas. I’ve never been seduced. Sex has been purely physical for me - you know that. A selfish act to satisfy my own needs. Nothing more, nothing less. You must have more experience than me at what is normal.”

  “Nope. It has been so long since I have had sex with anyone and before then it was ...” His voice tailed off uncomfortably.

  I was intrigued. “It was what exactly?” Oh my god, I bet he paid for it. “By mutual agreement? You got what you paid for?”

  I saw the muscles tense in his jaw and his eyes pinned me with such ferocity that I wished I’d kept my mouth shut.

  “I have never paid for sex, Issy. It wasn’t like that,” he growled.

  “Well, what was it like. I get the distinct impression that there is something that you don’t want to tell me. If it isn’t about prostitutes, then what is it?”

  “Nothing. It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past.” His voice was firm. Discussion over.

  “No, Lucas. It does matter. You want a relationship with me? With anyone? That’s not going to happen unless you are open about your past.”

  He sighed and closed his eyes. “I used to frequent a membership club and that’s where I had sex.”

  “Membership club? Like singles clubs? Are we talking hedonism?” I was really curious now.

  “Something like that,” he said, evasively.

  “Oh come on, Lucas. I want to know exactly what type of club it was. Why are you so reluctant to tell me? For goodness sake, I have been upfront with you about my sexual history - although you could have deemed me a promiscuous slut. Surely, you can see that I am open minded about all things sexual.”

  He laughed and opened his eyes. They bore into mine, gloss black and a steel glint that immobilized me completely.

  “I wonder how open minded you really are. Have you been to a BDSM club, Issy? Have you seen naked bodies writhing in agony and ecstasy? Seen people who can only get aroused when they inflict pain on others or have pain inflicted on them, so much so that they cannot physically or mentally tolerate any more?”

  I was as shocked by the strength of emotion in his voice as his words. I gasped as the realization hit home.

  “Perhaps you’re not as open minded as you think,” he said curtly.

  “I haven’t experienced it, no. But, if I am honest, the possibility that you were into BDSM hadn’t crossed my mind. The sex that we’ve had was just …”

  “Vanilla?” he suggested.

  “Huh?”

  “Ordinary run of the mill sex. No kink.”

 
“Lucas, I would hardly call what you do to me ordinary. You are an extremely skilled, considerate and generous lover. I was going to say that the sex we‘ve had was mind blowing - well it was for me, anyway.” In light of his revelation, I began to wonder whether it was the same for him.

  “I didn’t say vanilla couldn’t be good and with you, Issy, any sexual act would be mind-blowing. This isn’t about us and what we’ve shared - you wanted to know the gory details of my past. I’m just being honest at your insistence. Can we just leave it now, please?”

  “Just one last question? The acts that you described - how many of those did you participate in and why did you stop?”

  “That’s two questions, Issy. I’ve not set foot in that club for years. A lot of what happened in there wasn’t for me but I only found that out by experimenting, I suppose.”

  “What led you to visit a club like that?”

  “I had a lot of issues when I was younger. The relationships I had there taught me a lot about myself. I doubt that I’d have a successful business empire if I hadn’t gone down that road. It was good for me.”