by Zara Novak
Ansel coughed. “Rules, remember?”
She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. “They’re about you.”
A broad smile crossed Ansel’s face. “And what am I doing in these dreams?”
“Naughty things.” Kat said bluntly. “And I believe that’s your three questions up!”
Chuckling, Ansel eyed the girl up. “Well played, you tricked me into using my last question… you’ve still got one left though. Go ahead.”
Kat stood there for a second with her hand on her hip and a finger on her chin, looking as if she was deep in thought.
“Actually… you know what… I think I’m going to save mine for dinner later. Should we go and make a start on some food? I think I’m a little hungry.”
Kat winked as she stalked past Ansel and out of the garage confidently, leaving him to stand there on his own with his mouth hanging open, looking like an idiot.
16. Kat
It was another beautiful summer night. The candles in all the windows at the back of the house were lit, and glittered behind the panes of iron crossed glass up and down the stone work.
The garden, conservatory and the air around them twinkled in the summer night with the blue glow of a thousand tiny fairy lights. Kat thought they looked like tiny fireflies, frozen in animation in some bizarre dream sequence.
Ansel had gone out again to get food for Kat, leaving all of the doors unlocked within the stone keep. It was extra warm tonight, and a pressure was building in the air as the humidity begged to be released.
As soon as Ansel left, Kat made her way onto the front porch and simply stood there in the heat of the night, listening to the cicadas chirrup in the trees above, watching the lights of Dead Rest twinkle below under waves of heat. It felt good to be outside again of her own volition. She could run down the hill now and she’d be back home in no time… but she’d made a promise to Ansel.
She turned back inside and started getting things ready for their evening together. She set up a table on the veranda at the back of the conservatory, found some old candles and put a couple of them around the immediate area. After that she went upstairs to her room and looked for something a little more fancy to wear to dinner. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt as if there was something special about tonight. There was a magic in the air, and there was just a general feeling of romance along with it that was so palpable she almost felt as if she could reach out and touch it.
She opened the antique wardrobe doors and looked through the clothes within. The clothes were stunning, and she enjoyed moving the dresses along the rails and simply admiring them for their beauty.
Light and pastel colored summer dresses had been her choice of clothing so far, but it felt as if the magic of tonight demanded something a little more important. Kat settled for a knee length dress which was patterned in black and white floral swirls. Looking around the room, she found some shoes and jewelery that matched the outfit nicely. She hopped into the shower, dried herself off and dressed herself up.
The basement under the castle was sprawling and maze like, easily twice the size of the ground floor itself. A quick investigation of it’s layout and Kat found an old wine cellar tucked away in one of the far corner’s under where she thought the kitchen might be. She grabbed a bottle of red, brought it backup stairs and left it to breathe on the kitchen side.
It wasn’t long after that, that Ansel got back. Kat heard him pull up from the back of the house and made her way to the front door to greet him. He stepped through the door and as soon as he laid eyes on Kat he froze.
“My… Ms. Summers. You certainly know how to take the words out of man’s mouth.”
Kat couldn’t help but let out a giggle. She did a quick twirl in the dress.
“Do you like it then?” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She’d pulled her hair up in a winding braid, but left two curled strands at the side.
“You look…” Ansel paused trying to find the words. “Simply beautiful.”
Blushing, Kat took a few bags off Ansel and set them down in the kitchen. “I’ll start setting the table then shall I?” she asked.
“Go ahead.” Ansel said ducking back out the kitchen and toward the front door. “There’s just one more thing I need to get.”
Eyebrow raised, Kat ducked back into the hallway door to see Ansel run back into the house carrying a long black bag on the end of a hanger. He darted up stairs immediately, Kat smiled and went back to preparing things outside.
Ten minutes later she was outside on the back veranda looking over the garden and simply admiring it’s beauty in the dark of the summer night. She heard Ansel’s footsteps clacking up the stairs to the veranda and turned to face him. Kat’s mouth dropped open. He was wearing a beautiful crisp black tuxedo.
“What do you think?” Ansel said brushing a hand over the back of his hair nervously. “Looks okay?”
Ruby red eyes stared back at her, twinkling. Blue light from the frozen fireflies whispered over his ice white skin, making him look like some specter from a beautiful dream. There was a perfectly delicate brush of stubble on his face, and his thick brown hair was swept up in it’s usual picture perfect mess. The man was perfection.
Kat’s heart stopped in her chest momentarily and she felt adoration swell inside of her. She cleared her throat and finally summoned some words. “More than okay… you are winning all the handsome awards tonight.”
His plush and kissable lips curled into that adorable smile that she loved and he held out an arm. “Shall we Ms. Summers?”
Giggling, Kat took Ansel’s arm and he escorted her to the table that was just behind them. He played the part of a gentleman, took her chair back for her, and then joined her at the opposite side.
Ansel looked around at the decorations Kat had made to the table. “Candles… you’ve certainly made this old joint look a little fancier.”
“To be fair to you Ansel, it was already pretty stunning.”
“Stunning setting for stunning company.” Ansel rose to his feet.
Kat blushed. “Where are you going?”
“Not only am I your date this evening Ms. Summers, but I’m also your esteemed waiter. I’ll be right back.”
“Ok.” Kat giggled once more and sat content while Ansel went and grabbed the food from the kitchen. Everything that happened over the past few days didn’t matter at the moment, right now she felt like a princess and that was all that mattered.
Dinner was just wonderful, and after a few plates full of exquisite food and a few glasses of rather delicious wine, Kat felt thoroughly and utterly pampered. To her surprise Ansel did join her for some food, but to the most part he kept to the long and tall glass that was beside him on the table.
After dinner was done, Ansel rose once more and put a record onto the player. A gentle hiss slithered from the speakers hidden in the trees around the garden, followed by the dulcet sound of old band music.
Kat recognized the song. “I know this one!” she said sitting up in her chair in excitement. “Midnight, The Stars and You… it’s one of my favorite songs!”
Ansel pushed his chair back and stood up, staring at her with a twinkle in his eyes. “Well? Should we dance then? It would be rude not to.”
A blushing and jovial Kat took the pale hand that was extended in her direction. Ansel walked her down the stairs into the garden and onto the grass.
“Ooh, hang on,” Kat said kicking her heels off. “I always prefer dancing barefoot.”
He brought his arms around her and they twirled across the star studded garden in time to the music. Every so often Ansel would pull her arm up and twirl her around. Every time he did so she would twirl back around to meet him, mesmerized by his beauty each time she set her eyes on him.
The chirp of the cicadas tinkled in the background behind the music coming out of the speakers. Overheard there was a light brush of wind whispering through the tree tops.
“It’s warm tonight.” Kat
said as they danced together. Ansel’s face was only inches from hers now. She wanted nothing more than to stand up on her tip toes and kiss him.
“It’s going to rain.” He whispered to her. “I can feel it.”
Kat looked up at him, confused. “Feel it?”
“Yeah…” He twirled her around and brought her back into his arms again. “Can’t you feel that electricity in the air? That pressure of static… It’s that impending feeling that tells you that something is going to happen.”
She stared into the twinkling blood red of his eyes, finding her adoration was growing by the minute. She couldn’t tell if Ansel was talking about the rain anymore, or something else entirely altogether, Kat did agree though that it felt as if something was going to happen. Or maybe she was just hoping something would.
He held her in his arms like that and they danced to a few more songs. Sure enough, a few minutes later warm trickles of rain started to fall from the sky.
“Perhaps we should head inside.” Kat said as they danced. The rain was only light at the moment, but she could hear from the trees around her that it was slowly picking up it’s pace.
Ansel tightened his grip on her and they carried on dancing. “Why?” He purred. “Have you had enough of the music?”
“No, it’s lovely.” She said. “Just the rain…”
He broke his gaze from hers and looked up for the first time, seemingly stunned. “You know… I was so enticed by you I hadn’t even noticed.”
The light drift of rain suddenly swelled into a downpour, yet Ansel and Kat kept on dancing. Ansel leaned forward and kissed her. Kat closed her eyes and fell into his body, humming in pleasure as ecstasy flowed between them.
They pulled away after a long minute, Kat’s head swirling in affection. The rain was starting to drench their clothes now, and all around them the forest had come alive with sound from the downpour. Somewhere in the distance there was a flash of light, followed by a far and distant rumble.
“Maybe now it’s time to head inside.” Ansel mused, not daring to take his eyes away from Kat for a second.
“We can stay if you like.” Kat laughed through the sound of the rainfall. “I don’t mind getting wet… it feels nice after all the warmth.”
“You still have one question to ask me.” Ansel said smiling. “How about you ask me and then we head inside.”
Kat thought for a long moment as they danced in the rain. The downpour had grown so loud now she could barely hear the music over the water. Another flash ripped across the sky, followed by another rumble of thunder.
“Bonding sex…” She said the words that had been echoing across her mind nonstop since Ansel had introduced them to her earlier in the week. “…Is that something you wanted to do with me?”
Ansel’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Come on.” He brought their dancing to an end, took Kat by the hand and walked across the garden with her to the stairs back up to the house. “Let’s head inside.”
*
Kat had no contemplation of where Ansel was taking her, she simply held his hand and followed him as he led her up the stone staircases of the house to the master bedroom on the top floor. The dark hallways of the house twinkled with the whispering flicker of candlelight, and Kat reflected to herself how strange it was that the place almost felt like a home to her now.
Until now, Kat hadn’t been in the master room, (or Ansel’s room) - which was easily the most exquisite room in the house by far. Like her room, there was a large and ornate four poster bed, accompanied by a set of antique furniture. A black candelabra hung overhead, hanging silently under the glow of three dozen flickering candles. On the left hand wall there was a giant fireplace. Directly ahead of her were three long and tall iron-crossed windows that gave a brilliant vista of the summer storm outside.
Kat approached the window and stared out at the forks of lightning dancing across the sky. One of the windows was partly open and she heard the rumble of the storm outside.
Ansel came up behind her and kissed her on the neck while slowly tugging the zip at the back of her dress down. Kat let out a gasp and rolled her head to the side, baring her neck to him. “It’s so beautiful.” She whispered, looking out over the storm.
His hands smoothed around her front, holding her own hands against her stomach as they stood in the window together. His lips danced delicately across the flesh on her neck, sending chills of pleasure up and down her spine. Kat stood there as Ansel slipped her arms from out the dress. He pulled it down to her waist, over the curve of her hips and let the fabric fall to her feet on the floor. She stepped out of it and turned around to face him.
They came together, kissing once more. His hands smoothed over her flesh, tracing lines down the naked flesh of her back and brushing over the fabric of her panties.
“My turn to undress you now.”
She pulled back from his lips momentarily and removed his tuxedo jacket, letting it drop to the stone floor next to her dress. One minute later his shirt and trousers had fallen to the floor to join the fast growing pile of discarded clothes. His hands came around her back and her bra was next. They stood only in their underwear now in the dark room, illuminated from the blue light of the storm surging outside.
“You never answered my question.” She said between kisses. His hands were around her waist, her hands were pinned between their chests. His hips pulled forward against her slightly and his breath growled low. Kat felt something long and hot press against the fabric of her panties and felt herself flood immediately.
“Which one was that?” his lips traced down to her throat once more, and he brushed two fingers up the inside of her thigh, stopping to rub small circles over her sex through the damp fabric of her underwear.
Kat dropped her head back and let out a long and breathless moan. Ansel slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties, curled the wide pad of his finger up and found her fleshy bud. He pushed against it gently and started tracing wet circles over her. Sparks rippled through Kat’s body, and her hips jolted slightly in response.
“You know which one.” She said, absolutely drunk with arousal now. She pleaded with a whispering gasp as his lips brushed over her chest. “Please don’t make me say it again…”
“Come.” Ansel said as slipped a finger inside of her. Kat let out a long and smiling moan. His lips found hers again and he walked her forward toward the bed with him. Kat wrapped her free hands around the waistband of her panties, pushed them down and let them drop to her ankles. She stepped out of them and next her hands were on his boxer briefs, pulling them down too.
They climbed onto the bed naked together, lips pressed against one another, mouths entangled in a sweet and passionated dance. Kat crawled backward on the bed, the smooth silk sheets tickling her back as she did so. She lay down naked, her eyes quivering up at his in the dim light of the room. He crawled over her, his body towering over her like a cage of muscle and flesh. He pressed his lips against her mouth and then her throat.
“Maybe it’s time…” he said. “That I show you.”
17. Kat
The room beat with the heat of passion. Outside the storm continued to swell. White lightning cracked across the ink black sky, sending deep rumbles of thunder through the stone of the house itself.
Kat was laying with her back on the bed, Ansel on top of her. His lips moved from her mouth to her throat, down to her breasts to stop and suck at the rosy flesh of her nipples. They pebbled instantly, going hard as diamonds as her want for him intensified. A deep and swirling fire was turning in the pit of her stomach, sending dull aches of need across her body. She opened her legs and his body pushed against hers firmly, the long hot steel of his cock branding her belly and her sex like an iron.
She pushed her fingers through the thick tussle of his hair, breathing, gasping, moaning into the night air as his lips traced down her body until they had found her sex.
Her eyes widened and her mouth rounded
in silence as his lips found the wet line of her slit. He pulled them away briefly to leave two hot trails of kisses up the insides of her thighs. Kat dropped her head back onto the pillow and cast her eyes up at the man sat between her legs on his knees. Light flashed through the window from the storm outside, catching on the volume of his muscled torso.
His eyes seemed almost luminescent in the darkness, twinkling at her momentarily like blood red stones before he crouched back down to bring his lips between her legs.
Ansel started at the bottom of her folds, pushing his tongue to a hard tip and then pulling it up slowly, smiling to himself but staying held firm as Kat’s hips twisted and buckled on the bed in ecstasy. He moved all the way to the top like that, resting at her bud. Agonizingly slow, every move made with purpose to intensify her pleasure as much as possible. As soon as she felt as if she could guess his next move, he changed things up. Always changing his pace, always keeping her guessing, always heightening her pleasure.
She’d lock track of time, but within minutes she’d already cum half a dozen times, and that was just from his lips alone. Shortly after she felt his fingers push against her wetness once more, her lips parting as he pushed his thick fingers inside of her, curling them up until they found the right place.
Ansel crouched low, and as he massaged the thick pad of his finger against her insides, his lips pursed around the bud of her clit and he sucked at it lovingly, flicking his tongue over it in tantalizing circles. Orgasms spiraled through Kat, leaving her clawing against the fabric on the bed, screaming pleasure into the room and laying there to catch her breath as her chest heaved in sharp and jagged movements.
After what must have been an eternity, he came back up for air, and his mouth found hers again. Kat mewed on the bed, squeezing her hands over the muscle of his torso as she sucked her juices from his plump red lips. He was sweet, salty and hot the touch.
The heat in the room had intensified further, and the heat around them grew. Fine sheets of sweat started to slick between them, making their bodies shiny. Neither of them cared, they were too focused on the other to notice.
