Burning Up

by Marie Coulson

  I pulled against my restraints in anger and frustration. I wasn’t sure I was quite done with my tirade at him just yet. Lunging at me, he grasped my wrists with his hands.

  “I fucked up! And I don’t deny anything. If I caught another guy with you, I don’t think I could be held responsible for my actions. But, that doesn’t mean that I fucking did it to hurt you. I made a poor decision. I apologized and you’re still making me pay for it.”

  I growled and tried desperately to get him off of me, but he just pressed me harder into the bed.

  “I hate you! You make me out to be some kind of fragile, china doll, but at the same time, you play games and take risks with the only fragile piece of me that you can break.”

  He gave me a puzzled look before slowly dragging his eyes down to my chest. He winced and I knew he got the message. Tears rolled from my eyes as I turned my head away from him. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I am so sorry.”

  His hands moved from my wrists to my chin as he lifted it to look at him. Leaning down, he kissed me gently on the lips before trailing gentle pecks along my jaw and all over my face.

  “Don’t cry. Please, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I hate to see you like this and know that I caused it.”

  I held my breath as his mouth moved downward to my collar bone.

  “You’re right, I was out of line. I swear I will never be so careless with your heart again. Please forgive me.”

  I could feel myself wavering. His tongue grazed my cleavage, and I released the breath I was holding immediately as I gasped.

  “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do anything you want. But right now, I need to feel closer to you, Layla. I can feel you slipping away from me every time we part. Please, don’t fight me.”

  I couldn’t if I’d wanted to. My body was betraying me. I writhed and wriggled as his hands explored my body.

  “Your skin is so delicate, perfect, and incredibly tempting. You need reminding of who, exactly, you belong to, and I fully intend to leave my mark on you.”

  I held my breath as he swiftly grasped the waist of my jeans and tugged them down and over my hips. His teeth teased and grazed against the red lace of my panties.

  “You’re delicious, Layla. You’re a feast that I never get tired of devouring. God, I’ve missed you so much.”

  I pulled even harder against my restraints, and this time the fabric tore a little. Jared’s head shot up and he raised an eyebrow at me. “Behave. That’s a warning. You won’t get another.”

  Now the game was on. He knew damn well that I wasn’t going to do as I was told. I couldn’t. The promise of repercussions was too alluring.

  As his head bowed and he trailed kisses down my stomach, I forcefully pulled on my restraints. Taking his tempting and attentive kisses from my skin, he looked up and shook his head at me.

  “I warned you. But then, we both knew that you wouldn’t be a good girl and just do as you’re told.”

  Crawling up the bed, he slid his hands up my arms and toyed with the strips of red satin tied around my wrists. The thin pieces of fabric slid in and out from between his fingers. He rolled onto his side and breathed heavily into my ear as he slid one hand down onto my stomach before gliding it up beneath my shirt.

  “Tell me, Layla, do you enjoy me punishing you? Do you like to see me get riled up, angry, and frustrated with you?”

  I turned my head away and thought of a response. Anything would do, it just had to be convincing. Though, I wondered if it was worth it since I was sure he already knew the answer. I chose silence as my response.

  His hand cupped my right breast, and he grasped it in his palm. I gasped.

  “I asked you a question.”

  Letting out a staggered breath, I writhed a little as his hand began massaging my breast, playing and teasing my pert nipple in the process.

  “I … I don’t know,” I stuttered.

  He gave a throaty and low chuckle.

  “Yes you do. Why do you do it?”

  I shook my head and cast my eye’s back at him.

  “I can’t help myself.”

  His hand left my breast. Pressing it against my cheek, he turned my head, forcing me to make eye contact with him.

  “I agree. Your talent for pissing me off is extraordinary. But don’t think I don’t see the gleam in your eye or that hint of sexy mischief that paints across your face every time. I don’t like being angry with you, Layla. But I can’t lie, I enjoy the aftermath.”

  Words escaped me. His confession had weakened my body as I thought back over the countless times he had teased, ravaged, and punished me for causing him such anguish. The spankings, orgasm deprivation, teasing, and the way he had pushed all of my limits. While I had been playing my own game, he too had been a willing participant.

  “We’re sick, Jared. You know that? The way the two of us get off on the hurt we cause each other.”

  Pressing his lips to mine, he flicked his tongue across my bottom lip.

  “Did that hurt?”

  I gave him a confused look. He smiled and gently stroked the tip of his nose along the length of my own.

  “How about that? Did that hurt?”

  I shook my head, still confused. His hand left my wrist and he quickly released my restraints. I moved to lower my hands, but he halted me. Taking my wrists in his palm, he caressed them. He lowered them to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on each sore and slightly red piece of flesh.

  “And that, does that hurt?”

  I closed my eyes and whispered the word no. When I opened them again, Jared was gazing at me, staring into my eyes in a way I had never experienced before.

  “I love you, Layla. What we do isn’t wrong. It’s not sick and it’s not twisted. The only thing that hurts is that you think that way. We’re consenting adults and we care deeply about each other. There is nothing wrong with that. It only becomes an issue if we let it. It’s not the idea of punishing you that turns me on. It’s that you enjoy it so much. That is what makes my blood heat and my body ache for you. The way you call to me with that mischievous smile, sarcastic tone, and defiant attitude. You think I don’t know when you’re doing it simply to provoke me? Of course I do. I enjoy it. But today, that wasn’t to provoke me. You were angry, defiant, and outright careless. You could have been seriously hurt or mugged. You don’t know this city. You’re a walking target.”

  I wrapped my fingers around his and shifted closer to him.

  “I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not a child, Jared. I can take care of myself. You have to let this thing you have about my safety go. You’re not my father.”

  His forehead rested against mine and he let out a long breath.

  “I know, but I will never stop worrying about your safety. I came too close to losing you, and I don’t have to tell you again about how close you came to danger that night with Felix, too. You’re the most precious thing I own, and I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

  Wrapping his arms around me tightly, he held me close and kissed me deeply. My own hands reached around and clawed gently at his back. We were both half-dressed, and I could feel his cock harden against my thigh. I slid my hand down his back to his behind before moving around to his front and thrusting my hand into his pants. I grasped him tightly and he hissed into my mouth.

  “You don’t have to. We don’t need to fix this with sex, Layla.”

  I smiled against his lips. “I know. I want to. I need you. I want to fuck away all the hurt, anger, and upset I felt when I found you with those women. You belong to me too, Jared.”

  Releasing him, I pressed my hands against his chest and forced him onto his back. He lied there, staring up at me with a look of pure joy as I climbed off of the bed and began slowly stripping off my clothes. Each delicate piece of fabric glided from my body and dropped to the floor. Jared’s eyes dragged up and down my naked body, and his tongue darted from his mouth, licki
ng his lips with hunger.

  Crawling back onto the bed, I moved toward him and took his collar in my hands. Undoing each button slowly, I trailed kisses from his jaw all the way down his chest, following my busy hands. My fingertips gripped his waistband, and I slowly slid his pants from his hips and pulled them off of him. Removing his black socks, I smiled at him as I bent down and nibbled playfully on his toe.

  Looking down the bed at me, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Kissing his anklebone, I slid my tongue up the inside of his leg, over his inner thigh, and up to his throbbing, solid erection. As my lips grazed the tip, he immediately sat upright, held my waist and pulled me on top of him. My thighs straddled his, and in one quick and swift movement, he bucked his hips and thrust inside of me. My head fell back and I gasped as his full length filled me deeply. His eyes closed and his hands moved around my back, holding me close as his face pressed into my chest. His breath was warm on my breasts and as I rocked my hips slowly back and forth, I could feel his need, desperation, and arousal with every staggered breath, gasp, and hiss against my skin. Gripping his shoulders, my fingernails dug into his gorgeous caramel skin. The scent of soap, vanilla, and his delicious cologne was making me dizzy with lust. I grasped his hair between my fingers and tugged, forcing his head to pull away from me. His eyes opened and he gazed up at me. His mouth was a perfect O, and as I stared back at him, I felt powerful. I was a siren; he was my slave.

  “Tell me you need me, Jared.”

  He didn’t hesitate. “I need you,” he whispered, breathlessly.

  “You’re my air, water, and life-force. My survival depends on you. To feel you, touch you, taste, kiss, and fuck you. It’s all I live for, Layla.”

  His words sent a surge of electricity through my veins, and I instantly felt my orgasm building as his hips rocked against mine. His mouth caressed my skin and as the tiny beads of sweat dripped down my throat, Jared’s tongue was quick to drink them in.

  “You taste so good. I’m going to lick every last inch of your delicious body.”

  With his hands on my behind, Jared lifted me from him and threw me down onto the mattress. Frustrated by the deprivation of my orgasm, I groaned as he leaned over me and grinned.

  “I know, but I want your pleasure to come from what I do to you and not by you grinding yourself to climax on my cock. Understand?”

  I was desperate. Nodding, I bit my lip and closed my eyes as his hands glided up my wet and sweat soaked thighs.

  “Stay still,” he whispered in my ear. My eyes flew open and catching me staring at him, he smiled mischievously. There was something about that schoolboy smile of his that always heated my blood and turned my body into a quivery wreck. It usually promised some intense and mind-blowing consequences. The tip of his nose brushed against my skin as he moved southwards all the way to my toes. I hitched a breath as his teeth caught my big toe and he nipped gently. I tried not to move, to obey his command, but as his tongue began to lick, flick, and glide its way up the inside of my leg and my inner thigh, I could hardly contain my excitement. Arousal was clouding my senses. His lips traced and grazed against the opening of my sex, and I arched my back and reached down to grasp his luscious golden hair. His hands immediately caught my own and thrust them down, pinning them to the bed by the wrist. His body weighed on mine and forced my hips to still as the tip of his tongue slid inside my wanting and wet sex.

  I moaned deeply, and lifting my head, I cast my eyes down at him. He gazed back at me with hunger in his eyes. A hunger I was feeling intimately as his tongue slid in and out of my sex. The thrashing of it against my swollen and throbbing clit was driving me wild. I writhed and tried desperately to buck my hips, but he was far too strong. Growing deep in his throat, he pulled away from me, and I was horrified at the prospect of being left wanting once again. I threw my head back onto the thick and plump covers of the bed grunted with dissatisfaction. How dare he do this to me? I was supposed to be unleashing a tirade of sexual teasing and punishment on him, and here he was turning the tables on me, once again. I opened my mouth, ready to throw my angry protest at him but moving quickly, he rose from the bed, scooped me into his arms, and began carrying me out of the room!

  I looked around in confusion and flung my arms around his neck to keep myself steady. Leaving the bedroom, he made his way through the lounge.

  “Jared, what the hell are you doing?”

  He glanced down at me and smiled wickedly. “I think we could use some cooling off.”

  I was even more confused now. Assuming he was leading me in to the bathroom, I was surprised when he instead headed for the balcony!

  “Jared, you can’t be serious. I’m naked. We’re naked. Someone could see us.”

  He chuckled as he held me tightly with one arm while the other pulled the large glass double doors open. Walking out onto the balcony, he placed me on my feet again and spun me around to look out over the beautiful view of central Paris. The balcony itself was stunning. With black flooring, tinted glass panels running the full length of it, and some gorgeous potted plants dotted in the corners, it was utterly picturesque.

  His hips pressed against my behind, and I could feel his thick length between my thighs. Urging me forward, he took my hands in his, wrapping his arms around mine. My feet shuffled forwards as my heart pounded heavily in my chest. I could see people on the street below, cabs and buses cluttering the roads. If I could see them, surely they could and would see me. His lips to my ear, Jared stroked his right hand up my arm, over my shoulder and placed it gently over my eyes.

  “There’s no one but you and me, Layla. Forget the rest of the world.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t. What if someone sees us?”

  His teeth nipped gently on my earlobe. “I’ll make you forget. I’ll make you forget them, the world, even your own name.”

  My breath caught in my lungs as he urged me further forward. The cold and firm feel of glass hitting the front of my thighs made me gasp. My stomach pressed against it and keeping his left hand firmly on mine, he placed it on the rail in front of us.

  “Bend over, Layla.”

  He had to be kidding. Was he really doing this?”

  “I won’t ask again,” he whispered with a hungry purr.

  I hesitated for a moment. The sharp sting of Jared’s palm swiping at my behind convinced me to do as I was told.

  Bending myself over the balcony, I held my breath. My breasts were pressing into the rail and the cold steel was forcing my nipples to peak, pucker, and become highly sensitive. Jared’s hand left my eyes and moved slowly down my spine. His fingers stroked every last inch of me until he reached my behind. He slammed his palm against it again, and I jolted forward, releasing the breath I had been holding.

  “You are truly gorgeous, Layla. Your ass is begging for me to spank it. Your body is calling for me to fuck you into submission, and your eyes,” he held my chin in his hand and turned my head to the side so that I could meet his gaze, “your eyes are willing me to take you, right here, right now.”

  I couldn’t protest or argue. He was right. He was always right when it came to reading my body. I was aching for him to fuck me, make love to me, and make me moan with pleasure. The throbbing of my clit between my thighs was intense, and I shifted on my feet trying desperately to create some sort of friction. The sting of another spanking stopped me immediately.

  “I told you, you will come. But, you will come when I want you to.”

  I pushed back against his hips and swayed my hips slightly. I could feel his solid erection pressing against my behind, and I squirmed.

  “Please, Jared. I want you. I need you inside me.”

  He smiled against my cheek. “Why? What do you want me to do to you?”

  My head was spinning as arousal took control of my mind, body, and mouth.

  “I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me yours. I want to feel every inch of you sliding inside of me till I can’t stand it any longer. I want to come over
and over again around your hot, throbbing cock.”

  His mouth slightly open, he kissed me tenderly on the lips. With one hand still on my chin, deepening our kiss, he swiftly slid the other between my thighs and parted my legs. His skilled fingers teased the opening of my sex.

  “Mmm … you’re so wet.”

  I nodded weakly, and as he slid his cock inside me, I grasped the rail tightly and bit down on my lip. His hips rocked back and forth in a slow and frustrating rhythm. I wanted him harder, deeper, and with a carnal passion.

  I reached my hand around to his thigh and gripped it tightly, urging him deeper. He let out a low growl and quickly returned my hand to the rail.

  “Stay, still. I know what you want, and I’ll gladly give it to you.”

  Wrapping my hair around his fist, he pulled it roughly and my head yanked backward. I let out a small yelp, but it was more from shock than pain. He thrust harder and forcefully inside me. My orgasm was growing closer and closer. The cool glass pressed against my breasts was teasing my nipples. Every pounding of Jared’s hips on my behind pressed me further to the glass and I was breathing erratically as I tried to control the screams of ecstasy that were fighting to be released.

  “You’re my girl, Layla. I want the entire city to know you’re mine. I’m going to tease, tempt, and fuck you till your screaming my name from this balcony.”

  His words unraveled me. My nails scraped on the metal rail, my eyes closed tightly, and with an almighty cry, I came hard around him. I called his name over and over. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I couldn’t explain why. The world disappeared around me. I was nothing but sexual sensation. Jared’s lips on the nape of my neck brought me back to reality. I’d been so caught up in my own climax, I hadn’t even realised he had reached his own. Clearly al fresco sex was one of Jared’s many aphrodisiacs.

  Panting, I laughed gently as I slumped heavily against the balcony rail.

  “I didn’t know voyeurism was your thing.”

  He chuckled breathlessly, and pulling out of me, he took me in his arms and carried me back into the apartment.