by Aubrey Ross
“You’re a professional student.” He grinned.
“This is our stop.”
They strolled up the tree-lined lane hand in hand. Cayenne’s heart fluttered as she remembered the night before. Already it felt so right, so perfect to have him by her side.
“Your training will make having houseguests awkward,” he began. “Where are your tenants now?”
“Julie stays with her boyfriend most weekends anyway. I can ask her to make herself scarce for a while. She’d be thrilled to oblige.” Remembering her friend’s advice about taking a lover, Cayenne felt a blush blossom across her cheeks.
He paused and brushed his thumb across her flushed skin. “What brought this on?”
“I foolishly confessed to Julie that I had been having erotic dreams. She’ll think I picked you up in a bar or something.”
“Let her think what she likes, just tell her to stay away.”
Malik followed her into the kitchen and watched as she punched Paul’s number into the cordless phone. She got his machine, so she tried Julie’s cell. “Hi, Julie.”
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?” Cayenne asked.
“We’ve got a party tonight, but I figured I’d come home Sunday. Is everything okay? Do you need me to come home now? I can miss the party, Paul wouldn’t --”
“No, just the opposite. I was wondering if you could stay with Paul for the rest of the week, maybe longer.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. Why do you need the house to yourself?”
Cayenne intentionally cleared her throat. “I don’t have the house to myself.”
“Oh -- my -- God! You actually did it? You found yourself some fine young stud?”
Malik snatched the phone from her and she covered her face with her hands, realizing he could hear Julie’s excited voice coming out of the receiver.
“This fine young stud isn’t partial to bedrooms, so when you’re ready to pick up your clothes, make sure you call before you stop by.”
He hung up and Cayenne dissolved into laughter.
Chapter Five
“Damn, woman. You burned me again.”
He shook his hand and then blew on his scorched finger. Cayenne did her best not to laugh. They’d been at it for hours without a break. He was a ruthless taskmaster and all she really wanted was to tumble him to the living room floor and tear off his clothes.
“Maybe if I had something more interesting to put in my mouth, I’d have reason to be more careful.”
Laughing, he shot her a sidelong glance. “You just gave me third degree burns on my finger and you want me to put something more ‘interesting’ in your mouth?”
“It was just an idea.” She plopped down on the couch with an exaggerated sigh. “I’m tired of training. This is frustrating. It’s boring!”
“Boring? Learning to control your mystic power is boring?”
“Okay, it’s hard as hell and I want to do something else for a while. Is that too much to ask? Can we watch a movie? Or take a bath. Or just --”
In the blink of an eye his clothing vanished. Malik stood before her unabashedly naked, legs slightly spread, cock jutting toward her, proudly erect.
“How did you -- do that?” Her gaze fixed eagerly on his thick cock.
“This?” He stroked his fist up and down along its length. “Or banish my clothes?”
Dragging her gaze to his face, she smiled. “The little clothing trick. Even humans can manage a hard-on.”
“Like this one?”
He had a point.
“I’ve not worn anything but Frost iede on my body for almost ten years now. I can manipulate it to appear as anything I want and command it to disintegrate just as easily.”
“You’re serious? You weren’t really wearing clothes just a minute ago?”
He grinned. “You’ll be able to do the same in time. But only if you apply what I’m trying to teach you.”
“You better reconstruct the illusion if we’re going to practice some more. That’s a little distracting.”
Kneeling in front of the couch, he framed her face with his hands. “You criticized my curriculum. I’m striving to make my lessons more enjoyable.”
He pressed his mouth over hers, tilting his face to allow the firmest seal. She waited for the bold thrust of his tongue, but he circled their joined lips in silent invitation. Understanding, she ventured into his mouth with her tongue, startled by the cold enveloping her. She adjusted the temperature with her tongue, increasing the heat gradually until she was comfortable, but not hot.
“Good,” he whispered, his moist lips moving against hers. “Very good. Now let’s do it the other way around. I’ll come to you.”
His ice-cold tongue slid into her mouth and she squirmed, but he held her firmly. Concentrating, focusing, she heated the interior of her mouth. They kissed, practicing her control again and again until she was panting and lightheaded.
Without a word he stood, her face still framed between his hands. She looked up at him, half-afraid, yet thrilled that he would let her try. He leaned in. She licked her lips. Opening wide, she caught the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.
Cold and hard, his cock was like nothing she’d ever felt before. His skin was velvety soft, yet underneath was unyielding, ice-cold marble. She sucked him deeper, watching his eyes drift shut and his muscles flex.
She cupped his heavy balls in one hand and reached between his powerful thighs with the other. His ass cheeks remained relaxed as she probed, silently encouraging her. She’d never touched a man here, but instinctively she knew Malik would enjoy it -- revel in it.
His cock throbbed madly. She slid her mouth up and down, taking him as deeply as she could, while she searched between his cheeks for the tightly puckered hole he enjoyed tormenting.
“Oh, yes,” he muttered in a harsh, hoarse voice.
Knowing he wanted her to do this thrilled her even more. She stroked his balls, adoring his cock with her warm, wet mouth. She circled his hole with her fingertip and heat discharged. Oh, God, she’d shot him with Flame iede.
He jerked and groaned, his cock bucking. She sucked him deep into her mouth and moved her hand to his lean hip. Rocking back and forth, he slid in and out of her mouth. She continued to massage his balls.
His hips pumped. He filled her throat with each forward lunge. She swirled her tongue around his tip as he pulled back, sucking firmly all the while. His balls tightened and drew up. He thrust deep.
With a strangled groan, he spilled his seed down her throat.
Cayenne shivered violently. His icy essence slid deeper into her body, spreading cold, making her tingle as it went.
He pulled out and bent to kiss her deeply, undeterred by the taste he’d left in her mouth. She moved her hands to his back, hugging him.
“rijnna mi,” he whispered against her lips.
She pushed him back, looking deeply into his shining eyes. “What does that mean? I know it’s an endearment. But can it be translated into English?”
“Not exactly. ‘Beloved one’ is as close as English gets, but that doesn’t capture the spirit of rijnna mi. It means I value your happiness more highly than my own. It means I’ll lay down my life before I see you harmed. It means you will never want for anything it is within my power to provide.”
Tears gathered on her lashes. Cayenne was afraid to blink. Even if he hadn’t meant a word of it, that was the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard.
He kissed her again, gently as if he could sense her vulnerability. Malik made her feel everything so strongly she was afraid of being consumed by their passion.
Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom. He set her down beside the bed and pulled her tank top off over her head. The built-in bra came off with it leaving her naked to the waist.
“I’ll be right back.” She didn’t give him time to ask what she needed a
s she rushed from the room. Her robe hung on the back of the bathroom door. She pulled the belt free of the loops and started back toward the bedroom. Being tied up and utterly at his mercy had been the most exciting experience of her life. She wanted him to dominate her again. He’d felt it necessary the night before. What if he found her desire distasteful now?
She shoved the silk belt into the pocket of her shorts and returned to the bedroom.
“Where’d you go?”
“I was… When you…”
“What’s in your pocket?”
Glancing down, she saw the conspicuous bulge and realized she hadn’t concealed anything. She didn’t say a word. She pulled the blood red belt from her pocket and held it out to him, praying he’d understand.
“Take off your shorts.”
She didn’t hesitate. Kicking them aside, she stood before him naked, empty, waiting.
“What is this?” He pulled her vibrator out from behind his back.
Cayenne’s hand flew to her mouth. He was the only man who’d ever been in her bedroom, so she’d never thought to hide the silly thing. It was tucked away in one corner of her headboard, partially covered by a pillow -- usually.
Her pussy rippled painfully at the familiar sight and the heat infusing her body could be arousal or humiliation, she wasn’t sure. “A vibrator.” Clearly he didn’t recognize the term. “A sex toy.”
“You pleasure yourself with this?”
“Yes. Put it back where you found it.”
“No.” He grinned. “Activate it.”
“I don’t need it anymore. I have a real lover now.”
“Women who have real lovers don’t use sex toys? Such is not the case in my dimension. They are fashioned to more closely resemble the appearance of a penis, but I assure you, we have these sorts of gadgets in Dimension 290-2.”
“Just twist the bottom.” She closed her eyes, listening as he experimented with the various speeds.
“Get on the bed.”
“Put the vibrator away.”
He scooped her up and deposited her in the middle of the bed. In her humiliation over his discovery, she’d completely forgotten about the belt. He pulled her arms over her head and tied her wrists together. This was what she’d wanted. Wasn’t it? Uncertainty prickled through her abdomen. He secured her bound wrists to the bottom rail of her headboard and then joined her on the bed.
The menacing hum of the vibrator stopped, but he set it within easy reach. His hands glided over her body starting at her upraised arms and meandering downward. He tickled her underarms, stroked her neck, her shoulders.
She arched up to meet him as his hands reached her breasts. His cold fingers circled her nipples, drawing them into tight aching buds. He bent and blew over and into them. The mystic stream flowed straight to her clit, flicking it mercilessly.
“That’s so unfair,” she cried. “No Frost iede.”
He raised his head and smiled into her eyes. “No.” Scooting down along her body, he pushed her legs wide. “I’m a Frost Keeper and I will make love to my mate in any way that pleases her.”
With that established, he parted her tender folds and lashed her clit directly with his iede-laced tongue. Spikes of pleasure/pain shot through Cayenne. She squeezed her inner muscles tightly, but her cunt was empty, hollow.
He pulled his mouth away and she cried out mournfully. Just a second or two longer and she’d have come!
“Please, Malik. Now.”
She heard him turn on the vibrator and groaned.
“Use it on my clit. Make me come. I can’t take this.”
Arching over her, he kissed her mouth. “You’ll take whatever I give you.”
Then he pushed the vibrator slowly -- too slowly -- into her throbbing cunt.
Cayenne went wild, twisting and writhing.
He grabbed the backs of her knees and pushed her legs up and back, pinning her to the bed with her own body. She tried to expel the offending vibrator, but he had lodged it too deeply. He bent over her, using his chin to push it even deeper before he went to work on her clit.
Lapping and pressing, circling and flicking, he gave her one orgasm after another. She moaned, panted, and screamed.
He turned the vibrator off, but continued to lick her clit, building another cycle of arousal. Staggered by the sensations ricocheting through her body, Cayenne cried out softly when he drew away from her overflowing pussy.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, tracing her mouth with his index finger.
“With my life.”
He smiled. “With your body?”
“Yes, rijnna mi,” she responded. “I give you everything.”
He kissed her slowly, deeply. She trembled. The exotic flavor on his tongue was her own passion. She responded wildly, delving boldly. An increase in the pressure around her wrists told her he was adjusting the bindings. He didn’t untie her hands, just freed her from the headboard.
Without prompting, she turned over and folded her legs under her, leaning forward on her forearms. Her inner thighs were slick with cream and her feminine folds felt swollen and sensitive. The vibrator still impaled her cunt.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
He pulled her cheeks apart and she arched her back for him. His iede-coated tongue circled her, rubbed her, prepared her. The cold invasion of his finger came first, breached her gently. Then two fingers stretched her, intensified the tingling cold.
She trembled.
Icy, slick, the head of his cock pushed hard against her anus.
Pressure.
“Relax. Accept me.”
She concentrated on her breathing, focused on the sweet, prickly chill spiraling through her. Her body relaxed. His cock slid in and Frost iede erupted spontaneously. She giggled. “That feels almost the same as when you come.”
“Well, hold still or you’ll feel the real thing. You are incredibly tight. Am I hurting you?”
“Not really.”
He managed to maneuver his hand between her legs and found her clit. “Oh, Gods, you are so wet!”
Gently stroking her clit with each miniature thrust, he began to move in her ass. He worked some of her cream around his cock, allowing him to slide more easily.
The sting eased. Her body throbbed with a distinct rhythm, intensified by the incredible pressure. She braced her legs. His cock moved smoothly in and out, while his fingers flicked across her swollen clit.
Tension twisted.
Friction.
Hot and cold, pleasure and pain combined in a tempest of sensation.
Her cunt gripped the vibrator. Her ass massaged his cock. She trembled and moaned. The pleasure built.
He pushed deep with his cock and pulled the vibrator nearly out. Cayenne gasped. A violent shudder shook her. Pushing in with the vibrator, he pulled out with his cock. He moved in her, against her, completing her. She gave without reservation, surrendered without hesitation, and her orgasm finally unfurled.
His hands clutched her hips as he buried himself to the hilt in her throbbing ass. She bit back a scream, but Malik’s cry echoed off the walls. He shuddered, pumping his seed deep into her body.
He collapsed onto his side, pulling her with him. They lay there for a long time, too exhausted to move, then he carefully separated their bodies and tossed the vibrator aside. She curled up against him, her head resting on his shoulder.
Cayenne was nearly asleep when a chuckle rumbled through his chest. “What’s so funny?”
“Would you like me to untie you?”
Glancing down at her bound wrists with a sleepy smile, she shook her head and snuggled into the comfort of his embrace.
Epilogue
Unable to conceal her silly grin, Cayenne ran down the stairs to answer the front door. She couldn’t wait to tell Julie about Malik… well, to tell Julie how happy she had been since Malik burst into her life six days before. She had no intention of sharing all of the intimate details of her relat
ionship, but --
Jax Severn stood on her front porch looking even more dangerous than he’d looked the morning they’d met in Café Du Monde. His black hair just brushed his shoulders and narrow, darkly tinted sunglasses hid his expression.
She managed a smile and unlatched the screen door. “Jax. Malik has discovered the po-boy. There’s a sandwich shop down the street he is single-handedly keeping in business.” Pushing the door open, she cautiously admitted the Shadow Keeper. “He should be back in a few minutes.”
He brushed past her and into the front room of the house. “The information I have is actually for you. Do you want to wait for him or --”
“I’m in the kitchen. No need to wait.” Malik’s voice startled them both.
Turning toward the back of the house, Cayenne motioned for Jax to follow.
“When did you get back?”
“While you were in the shower, apparently.”
Malik sat at the kitchen table happily munching on one of the mammoth sandwiches. “So, what did Matriarch Flame have to say?”
“She sent me a scathing message on Order of Flame letterhead that basically told me to butt the hell out. But she also sent this.” He proffered a solid red crystal toward Cayenne.
She looked at the object for a moment before lifting it from his palm. Warmth emanated from the crystal. Flame iede. Malik had just begun to show her all of the ways in which iede could be manipulated, manifested, and controlled.
“Did you open it?” Malik asked casually.
“And have my hands incinerated? Not a chance. She’s the Flame Keeper. This was obviously meant for her.”
Wiping his mouth on a paper napkin, Malik pushed the po-boy aside and came around the table. “I’ll help you control it if I can, but hopefully she’ll have made it easy for you. Iede messages can be encrypted or laced with mystic traps, but Matriarch Flame knows your abilities.”
“Or lack thereof,” she grumbled.
He showed her how to cup her hands, where to place the crystal. “Now breathe on it.” He smiled. “That’s like saying hello.”
