Lust (37 page)

And with that, I latched onto his lips, gasping for air,
searching for pleasure and release from the only source that
knew how to give it to me.

“Tell me that you want me, Evangeline. Tell me that you
want me inside you again; give me that much, and I can die
right now if that’s my destiny.” Panting and with enthusiasm,
he begged for me.

Unrestrained by alcohol, I wanted to give it all to him.

“Let’s go,” I demanded, pulling his hand. He arched his
eyebrows as I led him toward the front door and I clarified, “My
place.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

I threw the keys to my Audi to Alexander and clumsily punched
in my address in the car’s GPS. Alexander was silent as he drove,
and I was numb, contemplating how I was going to rid myself
of the hurt and sadness that possessed my being. But there was
only one resolution to all of it—Alexander! He had in the past
week and a half made me feel more pleasure than I had ever felt
in my life. He had taken my life and filled it with possibilities
and, fearful or not, I was captivated.

Alexander had to steady me up to my house. Fumbling
with my keys to unlock the doors, I led him in and dropped
my things. Freeing my hands and body, I lunged into his arms,
and my lips locked onto his, beseeching him to take me and to
dominate me.

But he impeded me from continuing. “Stop. You’ve had
too much to drink. I don’t want you to do something that you
don’t want to do, especially when you’re not thinking clearly.”

But he didn’t realize that he was the only clear thought in
my head—that and the dozens of ways I wanted him to take me.

“Drunk or not, no one could ever make me do anything
I didn’t want to do. Now stop killing my high and do to me
what you do so well. I am yours to take and do with as you
please,” I declared.

But he was hesitant. “I don’t want…just this. I want all of
you, every part of you. Why can’t you see that?”

I didn’t need this from him, not now, and I refused to let him
go without cleansing me of all the negativity that surrounded me.

I needed his penetration to revive me. He was like heroin to me—
injected into my body and giving me an elation that couldn’t be
bought or sold or found easily. “Come with me, Alexander.”

I led him up the staircase and into my bedroom. I said
nothing until I positioned him at the edge of my bed. “I’ll be
right back.” I left him, turning into my walk-in closet; I closed
the doors behind me and prepared myself for him.

When I emerged from my closet, I had to pace myself as I
entered the main bedroom. I found Alexander speechless and
wide eyed by the vision before him. I wore black leather boots
that laced up to my thighs and attached to garters that hung
low on my waist, revealing black crotchless panties. I chose a
red satin corset to go along with the ensemble, which laced up
my back, tightly pushing my breasts up and almost out of the
top. All of that paired with fire-red lipstick and diamond string
earrings that hung below my collarbone. I wasn’t wearing much
and I never uttered a word, but I got my point across; he was
hard and ready to seize whatever he wanted of me.

“I have never seen anything like you,” he said as he stood
and cleared his throat, never taking his eyes off of me. “Did you
buy that for me? Or am I getting a secondhand show?”

His question irked me, as he knew it would, but I refused
to speak. Lifting my hand from behind my back, I whipped
him on his chest.

His hand flew up to sooth the wound left by my whipping,
massaging the sting as his eyes penetrated me. “What toy is
that? That stung!”

“This is my toy, Alexander. It’s a riding crop meant for making
an animal move in the direction you want them to go in.

You seem to have trouble understanding what all this is about,
so the riding crop will serve useful to keep you on track.”

I barely finished threatening him, and he had me in his
grips. He spun my back into his chest and held my arms down
to my sides; he breathed into my neck heavily, taking control.

“You are not going to win this. Don’t tease my cock, Evangeline.

I’ve told you before: I won’t be held responsible for what I do
with you.” And he shot for my neck, forcing an unexpected
moan out of me—a euphoric sensation of sheer animal desire.

“You don’t know what you do to me. You are driving me crazy.

I can’t tell whether you hate me or—”

My hand grabbed his cock from behind me, forcing
Alexander’s hold to release. I turned into his chest, pushing
him back until he fell onto my bed. “I am going to be right
back. I want you naked and positioned in the center of this bed.

That is not a request, Alexander.” Letting go of his massive
erection, I headed out of the bedroom, dimming the lights as
I left.

When I returned to the bedroom, Alexander had done as I
had demanded; he lay completely nude in all his perfection. I
sauntered around the room and lit a dozen or so candles. The
room was glowing, illuminated by a dozen flickering flames
that shadowed my half-naked body as I crawled toward him on
the bed. His erection was at attention and aching to get at me,
while his hands were curled holding onto the bedding beneath
him. I held his eyes attention until he realized I was holding a
glass in my hand.

“What do you have there? Still thirsty?” he asked.

“My mouth is a bit dry, but a drink isn’t going to satisfy my
thirst,” I responded seductively.

I knelt between his legs and held up the glass. “Ice,
Alexander. You wanted to know about the ice.” And as I shook
the glass, the ice rattled inside, and Alexander’s eyes widened.

As he lay innocently in my bed, I covered Alexander’s eyes
with a scarf that I had worn the night I met him. I wanted him
to smell the perfume from that night, the scent and moments
that got us here to begin with.

“Alexander, I want you to listen carefully. Promise not to
move, no matter what. I want you to trust me.”

I could see Alexander’s eyebrows tense from under the scarf,
and he spoke in a hushed tone, “I trusted you unknowingly
from the moment I met you, and now you have my life in your
hands. Do with me as you please.”

I froze, taking in his honest and love-filled words. He
spoke from the heart and not from his dick; he trusted me
unconditionally.

I perched my thighs on top of his and held him firmly,
leaking drops of warm massage oil onto his chest. I caressed his
every muscle from his neck down to his pubic bone. His skin,
soft and with very little hair, was warm and getting hotter from
the massage oil. I worked kisses into my massage. Using small,
soft, full-lipped pecks sparingly on his body, I made my way up
to his face and continued the kisses onto his lips.

Now that I felt his body boil beneath me, I knew he was
ready. “Alexander, remember, don’t move. Oh and you’d never
get anything secondhand from me.” I lowered my voice to a
subtle whisper and moved closely to his ear. “I bought these
hoping I’d have someone like you to use them on.”

And as his body tightened beneath my skin, he took heavy
breaths to hold himself in place.

I took a large ice cube into my hand; it began melting
from the heat I exuded. I placed my hand with the ice over
Alexander’s chest and let one drop of ice water fall at a time.

He gasped and moaned all at once but kept his body still. I
continued over his navel and up around his pectorals and over
his nipples, making his entire chest red from the coldness of
the ice. I leaned my body in between his legs and took his
cock slowly into my mouth that was filled with ice. Alexander
held on tighter and moaned loudly as the heat from his erection
and my mouth melted the ice slowly while I motioned
up and down with my head. The coldness dripped out of my
lips and down his shaft, covering his skin with goose bumps.

“Ev—holy shit…Don’t stop.” There was little to say, but
he said it all in the few breaths he managed to release.

And just as the ice melted, I reloaded. Only this time I
overlapped his thighs, pressing a large ice cube up and into my
sex organ. Straddling him, I grabbed his cock with a practiced
grip and led him into me slowly before the ice would start to
melt. The instant Alexander’s full erection penetrated my core,
his body shot up off the bed and his arms grabbed hold of me.

The ice melting from within me and onto his erection was
isolated from escaping since his cock fit me tightly. He pressed
into me with purpose; he was exhilarated by the temperature
extremes and excited by the emotions that shot through us
both.

“I’ve never felt anything like this before. Oh God. Don’t
stop; please don’t stop. You are everything I need, Evangeline.

I don’t remember ever feeling better than I do when I’m with
you, wanting anything more than I want you. You are my carnal
pleasure.”

We straddled each other, hips locked, rocking into each other
in subtle movements. As he held me, I stared at Alexander,
still blindfolded, beautiful, and absolutely godly. His emotional
desire for me was not the emotion I was trying to heighten
here, but it was inevitable with the amount of pleasure we gave
each other. I stroked his hair as he fed my sex and my body
whole, praying that I wouldn’t hurt him.

Alexander shifted and threw me on my back, and as
he pulled out of me, his head flew toward my sex. His lips
pursed onto my clit as the ice water gushed from with in me.

Alexander propped himself over me and kissed me viciously;
his lips cold and his tongue burning with hunger seized my
mouth as he lifted my legs with both his hands. My laced
boots were still on me as he caressed and kissed them down
to my thigh. He lifted my legs up over my head. “Hold your
legs in place,” he said. Shifting to one side of the bed, he
came back toward me and whipped me fiercely.

“Ahh,” I screamed in ecstasy.

“I want to hear you scream. Tell me what you want.” Unlike
the other times, he wanted confirmation from me; he wanted
me to scream out my desires.

“I want you to fuck me, Alexander. I need it…I need…

you.”

And that’s all it took. With my legs above my head,
Alexander plunged into me, hitting my organ’s wall. He was ferocious
in his movements; he pushed harder and harder. Growing
in strength and size, he stretched me and penetrated me until I
could stand no more. I reached my orgasm with screaming perfection,
and Alexander didn’t stop. I continued to release myself
onto him as he plowed into me faster now. Expecting his release,
he grabbed hold of my hips as I held my legs. The smacking of
all of his manhood into my sex was loud; he violently reached
his orgasm, filling me for what seemed like forever.

My legs gave out, slamming onto the bed. Alexander fell
onto my chest, beautifully glistening with sweat; his heartbeat
rang through me as it thumped against my chest. We breathed
heavily, panting, holding onto our infinite desires—ones that
we had only found in no one else but each other.

Alexander pushed himself off the bed, and I didn’t want
him to move. My head was spinning, and my body ached, tingled,
and still quivered from our orgasms. “Alexander, don’t
move. Stay.” But he knelt up on the bed against my wishes.

“Let me undress you.” He surprised me, pulling at the laces
of my boots one at a time, unhooking and pulling off the garters,
undoing the corset and laying it on the floor. He inched up
next to me and, kissing my neck bone all the while, he carefully
removed my earrings.