Fire Bound

by Christine Feehan

  He was awake instantly. That didn't surprise her in the least. Her man was a light sleeper and a part of him had to have felt her crawling down his body. His hand fisted in her hair, pulled at her scalp for a moment and then eased up. She didn't lift her head, but stayed relaxed, sucking. Pulling her head up to drag her lips and tongue up his shaft until he was almost out of her mouth and then diving down over it again. Fast. Deep. Wet. Tongue lashing. She used her free hand to caress his sac, to roll the velvet balls with gentle fingers while her mouth fed ravenously at his cock.

  In her mouth he grew hard. Full. The girth and length increased and seemed to continue to increase until it was more of a struggle each time she took him deep. He was hot. Pulsing. His taste addicting. She wanted all of it. She didn't want him to interrupt her in the middle of what she was doing because she was enjoying herself.

  Sometimes she thought she could bring herself to orgasm, not with her hands, but just with her mouth on his cock. She loved feeling his pleasure. Knowing she was giving that to him. She loved going down on him, but once she did, once she started that play, he usually took over, flipping her onto her back and reciprocating. The hand in her hair bunched tighter in a silent command and she knew from experience he was going to do just that - stop her so he could have his fun. She sucked him deeper in protest, shaking her head.

  "Malyshka, I see you are going to be stubborn and insistent. At least turn around so I can have the same fun."

  She knew him now. Knew he would insist, and if she didn't cooperate he would stop her and take what he wanted anyway. Moaning her protest, keeping him in her mouth, she turned her body so that she straddled his shoulders. It was a stretch. Uncomfortable. His hands caught her hips and he yanked her down over his face. His tongue stabbed deep and she opened her mouth to gasp at the pleasure bursting through her from just that initial touch.

  "You love my cock," he stated. "You're dripping honey all over me."

  "Mmm." That was all she could get out. He was large, and moving her mouth up and down him, using her tongue and lips, drawing him deeper and deeper, took all of her concentration.

  Lissa immersed herself in her work. She had to pull off of him a couple of times to pant when Casimir's mouth and fingers drove her crazy. She was close, so close. She wanted him to take her over so she could concentrate wholly again.

  "No. You're going to come when I do. I'm not there yet. I'm enjoying your mouth too much to let that happen."

  He had a huge control over his releases. She knew he could hold out a long time, which meant Casimir planned to devour her for a long time. Already her entire body shuddered with pleasure, and deep inside the need coiled tighter and tighter. She didn't care. She had what she wanted in her mouth and she worshiped him. She wanted to show that to him, make him feel it. Covering her teeth with her lips, she used her tongue to get him wetter, suckled hard as she moved up and down, strangling him with suction, lapping at his most sensitive spots, working him and enjoying every single second.

  Each time she got too close to release, Casimir stopped what he was doing, giving her a breather, enjoying the heat of her mouth. She knew she had him though, because his hips were picking up the rhythm she'd set and he was thrusting into her mouth now where before he'd been content to allow her to be in complete control.

  He brought her close for the fifth time, adding his fingers. Sometimes his thumb slid over her clit, teasing her with how very close he could bring her. She ground down, setting her own rhythm, hoping to catch him before he could stop her climax, but he just laughed as he yanked her hips away from him.

  "Don't cheat, golubushka, we made a deal."

  She was gasping for breath and had to pull her mouth off of him in order to breathe through the terrible need for release. "You made the deal. I didn't agree."

  "You're going to have to agree because I'm the one in control here."

  Her breath hissed out of her. His taste was there in her mouth. His cock was beautiful, there in her hand, the velvet crown broad, so wet and inviting. She knew what he felt like in her mouth and temptation drew her. She licked at him, drew him into her mouth and then let go in order to protest.

  "You're not in control. This is a partnership."

  He blew warm air over her slick, tight folds. "No, lyubov moya. Not here. Not now. Now, we do things my way."

  She drew him deep into her mouth. Sucked hard. Heard his swift intake of air. She hummed just to prove a point. The sensation vibrated right through his cock so his entire body shuddered. She'd found that little trick accidentally, but he'd reacted so beautifully to it. She'd used it often ever since.

  "This is my morning. I woke you up." She took him deep again. Felt his stomach muscles go rigid, dance with the heat and fire sliding into his belly and centering in his groin. She did a wicked little tongue dance and felt his hips buck, driving him deeper.

  He groaned softly. "We'll see, Giacinta." He dragged her down to his mouth. His very talented mouth. He knew how to use it. Every. Single. Wicked. Trick.

  She gasped. There was absolutely no way she was going to win this silly battle with him. She didn't have his discipline and right now she didn't care. She lavished attention on him, determined to bring him at least to the very edge of his control. Mostly, she just wanted him to feel the most pleasure possible.

  In the end, she had no choice holding out. He insisted they share the same climax and he continued to torment her for a long, long time, bringing her right to the edge until she was nearly screaming for release.

  "Now, baby," he said, his voice hoarse, his cock swelling.

  Finally, finally, she felt him let go. Erupt. With his eruption came hers. Huge. Fireworks. The best. She lay on him, wrapped her arms around his hips while her body shuddered with pleasure. The taste of him would be forever in her mouth. In her mind. She loved him. She loved everything about him, even his impressive control.

  He rubbed the right cheek of her bottom. Gently. Soothingly. Her body contracted. Rippled. Wouldn't stop for the longest time. It was... extraordinary. Like him. Like Casimir.

  "Malyshka. Come here, moya lyubov. I want to hold you."

  "I'm sleepy. Can't move. I like it right here," she murmured, nuzzling him.

  He didn't argue with her. He reached down and shifted her body, turning her around until he had her in his arms, her body sprawled over top of his. He drew up the sheet. "Then go to sleep. Right where you are, Giacinta."

  "I'm upset with you." She kissed his chest, her lashes drifting down.

  His hand speared deep into her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. It felt wonderful. She was drifting on a wave of satisfaction and love.

  "Why would that be? Are you going to tell me you didn't enjoy that?"

  Lissa turned her head and nipped at his skin in reprimand. "I was telling you how much I love you. Showing you. You one-upped me. That's so not cool."

  "I heard you, golubushka, and I answered you."

  He had a point. In any case, she was too sleepy to care. His body was always warm. There were so many intriguing muscles to trace as she let herself just float on that sea of absolute beauty. She felt thoroughly loved, and he'd only used his mouth on her.

  "You feel loved?" she murmured.

  "Very much."

  He woke her an hour later and made love to her. Slow. Lazy. Sensual. Beautiful. He watched her the entire time, his eyes never leaving hers. She saw love there. She felt it. She watched his face as the beauty of their joining came over him. That exquisite moment when she couldn't breathe. When she couldn't focus. When his body threw hers into a phenomenal climax that lasted forever and her body took his with it, surrounding him with fire.

  Casimir stayed locked in her, his full weight on her, his arms tight around her. She couldn't breathe, but it didn't matter in the least. She wanted him there. She held him tight while he buried his face in her neck.

  "You're my world, you know that, don't you, Giacinta? You brought me back to life. You. My beautiful wife
."

  She loved that he thought that. She was fairly certain it was the other way around, but she couldn't help but love his declaration.

  "It's important to me that you know that, moya lyubov, very important. When we're in Russia..." He trailed off and lifted up just enough to lean on his hand, taking his weight from her, but keeping their bodies locked together. "I don't want you taking any chances."

  She cupped the side of his face with her hand. Could a woman love a man any more? She doubted it. Sometimes, like now, when she just looked at him, love was overwhelming. She heard the honesty in his voice. He gave her that. Stark and raw. His feelings. To the rest of the world, he would wear a mask, but not to her, with her, he put himself out there, right on the line, without hesitation.

  "Casimir, do you think I'd deliberately risk what I have with you? I didn't expect to have you. Not ever. You're a miracle to me. I'm not giving up what we have together easily. I swear to you, I'll be very careful."

  He rolled over and took her with him, so once again her body was sprawled over top of his. "You have to understand what you're dealing with. Who they are. What they're like."

  "My childhood monsters were Cosmos, Aldo, and Luigi, although I didn't realize Luigi was a part of the conspiracy against my father. The point I'm trying to make is that your childhood monster was Kostya Sorbacov. He's just a man. One that we can take down. We've got a plan, Casimir. It's a good one. I'm not going to put myself in harm's way unless I know I've got a better than average shot at making it out alive. We'll do this together, and that more than doubles the odds in our favor."

  He sighed. Heavily. "I can't go back to living like that. Behind a mask. No one seeing me. There's only you for me." He took her hand and opened her fingers one by one, exposing her palm. His fingers closed around hers and he brought her palm to his mouth. His tongue touched the center, stroked a caress right over her heart. "No one else, Giacinta. There never will be. I'm a man who believes his woman should do the things that make her happy. That fulfill her. But..."

  Her heart fluttered. Ached. She hadn't thought it was possible to love him any more, but she did.

  "Honey, there is no way I'd throw my life away. You're important to me too. This, what we have together, is too important. I swear to you, I'll be careful."

  He pressed his lips into her palm. She felt his kiss somewhere deep. Her heart. Her soul. He just nodded, not saying anything else.

  Above the Neckar River Valley, the castle was nestled snugly between the Black Forest and Swabian Hills. There was no doubt in her mind that the family would make a huge success of their business. The castle had been in their family for well over two hundred years, and they'd taken amazing care of it, modernizing when needed.

  They already had private stables, a golf course and an indoor swimming pool. The walking areas were gorgeous and the riding terrain even more so. The castle had a wedding chapel as well as rooms set up for conferences. Lissa felt lucky that the owners had seen and admired her work. She'd been there four days with Casimir and every day had felt like a honeymoon.

  Once their business had been completed, the owners had graciously offered her to complete her stay with access to anything they wanted to use. Casimir wanted to ride horses. Lissa knew Lexi eventually wanted to have horses on their farm. She'd been pushing for a barn and stable, especially now that they had four children on the property. Everyone thought it was a great idea.

  Gavriil had brought two Black Russian Terriers with him, huge dogs that were extremely loyal and protective of their owner and household. Those two had turned into six more. There was no doubt Lexi would get her way over the horses, because, of course, there was no reason not to have them. Lissa didn't ride. Not. Ever.

  She didn't mind exploring the countryside. The views from the terrace were breathtaking. On horseback, she was positive the surrounding land would be gorgeous. But horses were huge. Even bigger than Gavriil's dogs. A lot bigger. This was their last day and she wanted a picnic somewhere on the vast grounds. To tell Casimir that had been a huge mistake. For some unknown reason, the moment she'd uttered the preference, Mr. Romantic decided to make her dream come true. But his idea of romance somehow included horses.

  "Mmm." She licked her lips when he turned his gaze on her. He had those eyes, those quicksilver eyes that went from glittering to molten in one second flat. That look robbed her of her ability to speak. She was certain he needed to be outlawed. His eyes were an unfair advantage and he knew exactly how to use them.

  He curled his fingers around the nape of her neck and drew her close to the heat of his body. "Let me take care of everything. I've gotten directions to a very secluded section of their grounds. We'll have a private ride and picnic. I also secured their gentlest horse for you to ride."

  "But..." She tried to protest but the words wouldn't come. His look was purely sensual, and excitement skittered down her spine in spite of the fact that she was a little scared of an animal so much taller and weighing a ton, or whatever they weighed.

  "Give me this, moya lyubov. I want our last day to be a memory you'll never forget. Say yes. Just trust me, Giacinta."

  There was no way she could deny him. She nodded, her heart thundering in her ears. The horse not only had better be gentle, but it had better have impeccable manners as well.

  "I've laid out the clothes I'd like you to wear for me. Only what you see on the bed. Everything you see eventually will be on you when we ride."

  She glanced at the bed. Her heart jumped. She raised her gaze to his. "Casimir..."

  "Trust me."

  "I can't possibly ride a horse in a skirt." She chose the easiest thing to protest first, but she wasn't looking at the skirt. She was looking at the fine golden chain with the clips on either end.

  "You can. It's long and will cover anything important. We'll be alone."

  She moistened her lips and let his hand at her back guide her to the bed. The skirt he chose was very long, down to her ankles and if she didn't wear heels would sweep the floor. With boots, it just touched the floor. The material flowed around her loosely, giving plenty of room to stretch her legs over a horse.

  "These panties are..."

  He shook his head, and she trailed off. She picked them up. A webbing of lace. The lace was stretchy and the crotch was nearly nonexistent. Where did he get them? Where did he get the chain? She snuck a peek at it. The ends, looking like tiny screws, were tipped with rubber. She let her breath out and her sex spasmed. Went damp. Her breasts actually ached.

  She picked up the matching bra. This was lace, a demi bra, but one that was extremely low-cut. Her breasts would be pushed up and the nipples would show above the lace. She couldn't help thinking the black panties and bra were very sexy. Spending the afternoon alone with him, riding beside him, knowing she would be wearing these clothes would make her crazy with need.

  "I've got everything ready," he explained, casually scooping up the chain and pocketing it. "Get dressed and we'll go down to the stable."

  She nodded, and he walked out. Her heart went wild as she stripped. She had never been more excited. In a short period of time, she'd gotten married and now her husband was showing her a wild, erotic, amazing and very romantic honeymoon. She loved every second of it. The anticipation and secret thrill of wearing the clothes he'd chosen for her as well as wondering where and when he'd ask her to wear that gold chain nearly gave her a mini-orgasm.

  Even with riding boots, she felt sexy as she braided her hair and left the room to find him. Casimir waited by the stairs. His eyes went molten and a dark look of lust mixed with love and approval gave her another violent spasm. He reached out to her and without hesitation she put her hand in his.

  "Beautiful, malyshka. Totally beautiful. Thank you for giving me this."

  "I'd give you anything you asked for, Casimir," she admitted, stripping herself bare for him. Making herself even more vulnerable. It didn't matter. It was the truth and she wanted him to know. Especially now. They we
re facing the Sorbacovs, his family's greatest enemies. Two powerful men who were ruthless and had powerful friends. One misstep and they'd both die. Lissa was determined Casimir would have everything and anything she could give him before they left for Russia. This was her chance.

  Her reward was the look on his face. He kissed her knuckles and slid one hand down her cheek before leading her down the stairs and outside to the stables. The horses were saddled and waiting for them. She saw immediately that Casimir was an experienced horseman. He caught her around the waist, directed her on how to bunch her skirt up to her thighs and set her on the back of the animal. He kept possession of the reins, patting the horse's head and speaking soothingly to it.

  He had put some sort of soft padding with small, sweeping fibers sticking up over the saddle so when she settled onto the seat, the material brushed against the vee at the junction of her legs and every nerve ending came alive with need. They hadn't even gotten out of the stable and she was already hot, slick, needy. So ready for him.

  He handed her the reins and swung up easily on the much larger horse, saluted the groom and led the way to the secluded trail. The motion of the horse, rocking her back and forth, stimulated her more. It felt as if a thousand fingers pushed through the lace to continually caress and stroke her. She was too stimulated to be scared of her horse anymore. She couldn't think about anything but the beauty of their surroundings and the fire building and building between her legs.