Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair (4 page)

Finally, the sexual haze he’d put her in
cleared enough that she knew she had to try to get free. She pulled
against the bindings, but they seemed to grow tighter with each
tug. Stone sat back, keeping most of his weight on his knees, his
glistening cock standing at a curved angle from its nest of dark,
coarse curls. He looked down at her and smiled wickedly. His dark
eyes sparkled as he waited for her to respond to her
incapacitation.

Her legs still free, she could kick him, but
what would it gain her? If she put up a real fight, he’d be more
convinced than ever she had a nefarious purpose in following and
taking pics of him. Nefarious! From his point of view, her actions
would be seen as despicable, but she was the good guy, the one who
was supposed to help capture bad guys such as Stone. She had to get
a grip and remember who she was and what she was supposed to be
doing: protecting her cover so Interpol wouldn’t have to start all
over.

Jule didn’t see how it could hurt for her to
thoroughly enjoy herself in the process, though.

She supposed she should protest as he seemed
to be expecting it, but she’d rarely been this sexually charged in
her life. She gave it a try, although it was difficult to sound
outraged when she was having so much fun. “What do you think you’re
doing?”

“You still haven’t answered my questions to
my satisfaction. I can’t decide if you’re an Interpol agent or a
diamond thief.”

“And if I’m neither?”

“If you’re neither, then my instinct is
really screwed up and you know more than you should now.” He winked
at her. “We can still fuck, but then I’ll have to—”

He stopped abruptly and frowned, touching her
cheek, a tender rub with the back of his hand. He shook his head
and shrugged as if in apology for what he’d almost said. She felt a
small measure of comfort because he seemed to have limits even he
wouldn’t surpass.

When he pulled back his hand, he hopped off
the bed in one smooth, athletic movement. What? He was going to
leave her
like this
, hanging between infernal torture and
eternal bliss? She pulled on the silk scarves again, but they held
fast.

“Believe it or not, I was a boy scout,” Stone
called from across the room. “I know how to tie a knot. You can’t
escape.”

He’d gone to the dresser and opened the
large, rectangular cardboard box, taking something out then closing
it again. She saw a flare of light before he stopped by the ice
bucket that held the ill-fated pink champagne. Then he returned to
stand beside the bed.

In one hand, he held a cube of ice, and in
the other, a lighted candle. Fire and ice, agent and thief, man and
woman. Opposites attracting to their mutual destruction. Fire melts
ice into water, which extinguishes flame. Agent lured to the dark
side by thief, who is ultimately captured. Man and woman engaging
in sex to combust again and again.

Jule shook her head. Her mind was babbling to
itself, which meant Stone had given her too much time without doing
something to her. A steady stream of nonsense didn’t do her any
good. The orgasmic buzz had waned and her pussy now lay dormant,
waiting for something, anything, to set off an eruption.

“Hot or cold?” he asked as a drip of melted
wax slid down the side of the candle, the size of which was
somewhere between birthday candle and taper.

Feeling adventuresome, she replied,
“Both.”

“Hmmm,” he intoned as if puzzled by what to
do, but he seemed to decide quickly.

Watching the candle, he stepped up on the
bed, straddled her, and resumed his former place astride her waist,
his cock resting across her stomach when he leaned forward. He
carefully judged the distance from the candle to her nipple then
tilted it until a drop of melted wax fell free. It splashed near
the peak of her breast, but not directly on it. She gasped at the
brief but intense degree of heat, but as the wax cooled, she
thoroughly enjoyed the new sensation adding to the constant thrum
coursing along every nerve in her body. Her hips undulated against
his backside in short, quick strokes.

“Keep that pussy still!”

His snapped order came as a shock to her. She
complied, but oh, how she wanted to wiggle and squirm. The warm
buzz throughout her body, but concentrated in her center, seemed to
intensify because she couldn’t move.

He seemed to be satisfied she wouldn’t move
again and turned his attention to the candle. He let another drop
fall over the first, closer to her nipple, and then another,
building a coating of wax over the tip of her breast. Her reaction
to the others weren’t as strong as the first. The thrill came
mostly from watching him as he played with the hot wax.

Holding it over her other nipple, he gave it
the same treatment. Again, she gasped with that first droplet, the
others adding nuance to the sensation.

She watched him blow out the candle, a wisp
of smoke trailing from the blackened wick. He carefully placed it
on the nightstand, in a glass dish she hadn’t noticed before. He
carefully peeled the cooled wax away from her nipple then swirled
the piece of ice around the peak and finally across it. Her body
arched with the extreme opposite on her now sensitive skin.

Moaning, she raised her hips and rubbed her
mons against his butt. With the lighted candle out of the way,
surely it was safe to move now. Oh, why didn’t he fuck her and end
the madness that that had seeped into every cell of her body?

Stone reached around and slapped her butt
cheek. The slight sting enhanced her excitement and she squirmed
against him more. He spanked her a second time, harder than the
first, and her eyes popped open to look up at him.

“I haven’t told you to move your pussy,” he
said with a wicked gleam in his eye. “You don’t move it until I
tell you to.”

She stopped but with difficulty. She wanted
to hump him. She wanted him to fuck her to release the pent-up
sexual tension he had created in her. She wanted
relief
from
the fire and the ice and the razor sharp edge where she balanced.
Her body couldn’t understand why it couldn’t have that release.

In the back of her mind, she wondered why. It
would be so easy, a few strokes and she would be over the edge and
over the moon. She remembered how she’d felt when Stone made her
come in the restaurant behind the potted palms as she rubbed
herself against his rock-hard cock. Even through the layers of
their clothing, she had felt his incredible heat mingle with
hers.

She wanted that same release
now
.
Thinking about how it had felt made it worse now that she couldn’t
have it.

He stuck the ice into his mouth and quickly
moved from astride her to position himself between her thighs. She
looked down and imagined him licking and sucking and being able to
come. She could barely stand the waiting and keeping her hips
still.

First, he blew ice-cooled air over her labia.
Her inner muscles contracted—he had no control over that. Her legs
wanted to spread farther and her pelvis wanted to gyrate, but she
remained still. Then he wrapped his arms around her thighs, his
fingers pushing her skin toward her stomach and pulling her pussy
taut. With the ice and his tongue between his lips, he slowly
traced her outer lips over and over, sometimes moving to the
creases of her thighs. She shivered with the cold and unfulfilled
desire. She cried out, a long, simpering sound, and stretched her
head back as far as it would go. She yanked on the ties that bound
her to the bed, willing them to come undone so she could press his
head to her pussy and force him to relieve her ache, but she
remained all tied up.

When the ice had melted away, leaving trails
and drips of cool water over her skin, he stopped and raised
himself up to his knees, his hands lying on her thighs.

“I think that’s enough for now.” His hoarse
voice revealed his own discomfort at not finding relief. “You’ve
been a very naughty girl and haven’t answered my questions.” He
moved to his side of the bed and reached over her, accidentally on
purpose rubbing her lower belly and mons with his cock while he
turned the switch that cut off all the lights in the room. He then
lay beside her, as unmoving as she.

He was crazy, mad with power and control to
leave her like this! Her whole body quivered with abandoned
longing.

“If you want it, come and get it,” he
whispered in the dark.

How was she supposed to go and get it with
her arms tied to the bed? If she did manage to get free, she
supposed she
should
make a run for it, but truly, she had
given up all real thought of escape long ago. Her eyes had become
adjusted to the faint light coming through the sheers between the
opened drapes on the windows. She looked at him and once more
appreciated his lean, hard physique and his cock, standing tall and
rigid, just waiting for a pussy to mount it. He obviously expected
her to free her arms because he was as ready for it as she was.

Pulling on the ties didn’t help, but she
tugged again to make sure. Nope, they seemed to become more secure
the harder she pulled. Maybe…

Instead of pulling, she lifted one arm toward
the headboard and wiggled her hand and wrist. Ah, that was better.
The scarf seemed a little looser around her wrist. She raised her
arm farther and jiggled it until she was able to slip her hand out
of the loop. She quickly freed her other hand and went and got
it.

Chapter Four

Endgame

J
ule scrambled
across the bed to Stone, and he reached out for her. Her limbs felt
like jelly, and she was grateful for his help as she straddled him.
She placed one knee at each side of his waist, but didn’t yet slide
onto his long, thick cock. She wanted to savor fucking him, and she
was much too close to the edge for their fucking to last very
long.

She bent at the waist and ran her tongue over
his chest, teasing his nipples with licks and nips. She sucked one
gently, while pinching the other, then switched. He made soft
noises of enjoyment while she touched and licked and sucked
different parts of his body.

Tracing the contours of his muscles, she
traveled from his nipples to his ribs and back again. She left wet
kisses along his collarbones, up the curve of his neck, and just
below his ears. He turned his head and caught her mouth with his,
their tongues dancing feverishly with one another.

One of his hands slid into her hair, and he
placed the other at the small of her back, pushing her onto his
cockhead. She resisted the urge to ride him. He broke the kiss and
looked deeply into her eyes in the dim light.

“You haven’t told me I could move my pussy,”
she whispered.

“Move it, babe, move it now,” he grunted.

Trembling with anticipation, she went down
slowly, enjoying every inch of his cock filling her up until her
clit rested against him. She flexed her pelvis, enjoying the lush
and luscious feel of him deep inside her.

He rested his hands on her hips and helped
her find the movement. His hips rolled with her, the force of his
hands bringing her down hard on him. His cock slid in and out as
she rocked against him. She braced her hands on his arms and closed
her eyes, tossing her head back and abandoning all thoughts. She
concentrated on nothing but his cock and the building of her
ecstasy.

She rode him hard but steady, her clit
slamming against him each time he drove into her. She was lost in
the wonder of how a man could make her feel. The slow, even rhythm
kept her on the edge, the consistent thrum within
strengthening.

It came upon her suddenly. Her mind shattered
and her body splintered into white-hot fragments. She cried out
Stone’s name and other sounds of endearments and joy. He continued
to thrust into her, and she rode her pleasure until the end. By the
time she was ready to collapse, Stone’s body stiffened beneath her
and his hands tightened on her hips.

She felt his cock pulse inside her, and the
warmth of his semen as he let go. His hoarse groans rumbled from
deep in his throat as he pushed his cock up into her, twisting his
hips to release the last of his juice. Then his taut muscles
unwound, his hands loosening their grip on her.

She crumpled against his chest, her breaths
coming in short, harsh gasps. He breathed in short inhalations and
exhalations, too. She lay there, their skin damp from exertion,
until her body recovered and her mind stopped reeling from the
absolute bliss that had consumed her and spun her out of
control.

When their breathing had evened and strength
returned to their limbs, he drew back the covers and helped her to
lie on the sheet. He shifted until he was beside her, his cock snug
against her backside. He threw the covers over them and put his
arms around her. She snuggled into him, laying her hands on his
arms that held her close. He kissed her cheek, ear, and neck over
and over until she fell asleep, satiated and replete with the
experiences of the evening.

* * * * *

J
ule woke up slowly
to early morning light striping across the bed from the gap between
the curtains. She stretched her limbs as far as they would go, one
of her hands touching the silk scarf Stone had bound her with the
night before. It hung from the bedpost, and she caught it with her
other hand, running its luxurious length through her fingers. She
sat up and started to drape it around her neck, but she didn’t want
to hide the Pink Ecstasy. The scarf slid from her fingers as she
picked up the pretty pink jewel instead. She pressed it to her lips
then let it fall between her breasts again.

She looked over at her bed partner and
smiled. Stone slept, only his even breathing causing any movement
at all. He had satisfied her in ways she’d never imagined, just as
the legend of the Pink Ecstasy promised.