Move Me (6 page)

She didn’t think it was
her
idea that
the ties on her legs yanked them wider without warning.

She dangled at John’s mercy, exposed and held
captive by the skill of his lips and tongue. Turning his head, he
caught the hood of her clitoris between his teeth. He tugged
gently, and she cried out. Her climax had actually started, the
sharp-sweet ache shooting up in her.

John backed off and sat on his heels.

“No,” Belle panted, when her lips agreed to
form anything but a curse. “You can’t leave me hanging here.”

“I want to.” He grinned wickedly up at
her.

“This is
my
dream.”

“Which you invited me into. That means I get
a say.”

Belle knew she was pouting angrily. People
couldn’t invite each other into their dreams. Brains didn’t work
that way. “Even while I’m asleep, you’re annoying me.”

He rose to his feet laughing, the sound
rolling rich and deep. He kissed her frowning lips, then nuzzled
her ear sweetly. “Why don’t you ask what I want?”

“What do you want?” she repeated
ill-naturedly.

“You,” he said, “screaming with
pleasure.”

Having that to think about silenced her. He
lifted his hands, demonstrating that they were still wrapped in the
last leather tie.

“Unbind,” he ordered, and the leather
uncoiled from him.

“Are you a magician?” she asked.

“Not exactly.”

“Then what?”

He gave her a mild scolding look. “Do you
want me to make you scream or not?”

She squirmed in her bonds at the reminder.
“Sure I do. I’d just like to know who I’m sleeping with.”

“This is a dream. Who I am doesn’t
matter.”

Belle would have debated this, except she
noticed the final tie undulating like an eel in the air beside him.
How was he doing that? She didn’t see any wires. The floating tie
made a little inquiring noise, as if asking John for
instructions.

“Pleasure her,” he said, not moving his gaze
from hers. “But don’t push her over the edge.”

Belle let out a squeak as the tie slapped
itself between her legs. Perhaps an inch wide and the same
thickness as a belt, the leather wriggled until her labia made room
for it. The tie’s long tail wrapped twice around her waist, which
increased the pressure it exerted as it rubbed her clitoris. The
capper came when the front end tucked itself into the coil. Then
her odd sexual aid really had leverage.

With a knowing smile, John watched her writhe
and gasp. Belle couldn’t deny she liked what the tie was doing. The
smugness of his expression, on the other hand, she could have lived
without. The most compliant woman in the world - which she was not
- would have resented him telling it not to finish her.

“Are you going to stand there watching,” she
demanded between groans, “or are you man enough to help?”

He seemed immune to her taunt - too
confident, she supposed. Rather than come closer, he slid his hands
down his fine, fine torso and over his lean hipbones, teasing her
with the beauty she was too tied up to reach. Sinews flickered
among his muscles, mesmerizing her. Up his inner thighs he drew the
caress, until his fingers supported the underside of his balls.
Heat ran out of her as he rubbed their front with his thumbs. Belle
marveled at the fact that even his testicles were attractive. What
sort of man looked this good all over?

“I could do that for you,” she offered
breathlessly. “Maybe with my mouth?”

His cock jerked, a clear bead of fluid
appearing at its hole. At least this part of him was affected by
her words. The rest of him seemed determined to play aloof. He
moved one hand to his shaft, stroking it lazily upward and letting
go, upward and letting go, as if the way his cock stretched and
shuddered didn’t bother him at all. He looked like he could keep
this up forever.

“I want your
other
mouth on my prick,”
he said, the hoarseness of his voice satisfying. “You’re my
prisoner, and I say you stay tied up until you come.”

Belle let out a sound she couldn’t swallow,
the leather strap that sawed gently between her legs grown slick.
“I want you inside me now.”

The muscles of his face tightened. She knew
he was affected then. Her wanting him was his turn on.

“I want you jammed inside me,” she insisted,
pressing her advantage. “I want you and only you fucking me.”

He stepped to her, the motion not quite
graceful. His skin was twinkling like a fourth of July sparkler, so
bright it took concentration to see his expression behind the
shine.

“Belle,” he said, and then he kissed her.

He pushed her lips apart with his tongue,
reaching deep and sucking. His hands came up to cover her
hard-tipped breasts, causing Belle’s spine to arch and feel like it
was melting. His living touch was better than any toy. She threw
herself into responding.

Her abandon seemed to startle him. When he
pulled back to gasp for air, he was wide-eyed.

“Should I hide what you do to me?” she
asked.

His hands contracted on her breasts, thumbs
sweeping across her nipples. “Never. I want to know everything
you’re feeling.”

He kissed her again more impassionedly,
noises coming from his chest as their mouths dug into each other.
He slid his hands around to her back, stroking her shoulders,
massaging her vertebrae and her ass - probably her sexiest part,
since you could actually tell she was female there. Though the ties
and the wooden frame held her in the spread-out pose, his arms
pulled her tight to him. She growled with pleasure as this allowed
her to rub her belly along his cock. She rolled up on her toes to
get every inch of him.

His satiny head left a little wet trail on
her.

John ripped his mouth free of hers and
cursed. “You are so tasty,” he exclaimed.

He dipped to her breast and sealed his lips
around her nipple, the strong pull of his cheeks sending heat
streaking to her sex. Her breasts might be nothing to write home
about, but her nipples were sensitive. Seeming to know this, his
tongue fluttered over them with butterfly quickness. Belle cried
out and arched closer to his mouth. He sucked harder, switched
breasts, then went back to the first again.

“Mm,” he moaned, his fingers kneading deeply
into her butt muscles. “Shit, I can’t drag this out anymore. I’m
going to come in my fucking sleep.” He tugged at the belt-like tie
that covered her pussy. “
Release,
” he ordered
impatiently.

The leather whipped away from her. Air rushed
between her legs, cool against her heat and wetness, pointing up
how open she abruptly was.

“Now?” she asked, loving that this brought
his eyes up to hers.

“God, yes,” he answered.

The rubbing of the belt had puffed up her
labia. He ran his fingers between the tender folds, his gentle
exploration slicked by her arousal. He sucked in a breath as his
forefinger found and circled her hot button.

Not surprisingly, so did she.

“This is
good
,” he said, his voice so
basso it rumbled. He pinched the swelling, rolling it with enough
pressure to make her squirm. Belle feared she’d have to urge him on
again, but even he was ready for the next act.

Moving forward half a step brought his
heaving chest to hers. They were almost eye to eye, since she was
on her toes. The tip of his cock rested on her belly. John hooked
it with his thumb, dragging it down her skin to tuck it into her
folds.

His shape and her wetness naturally clung
together. The up and down of his ribs quickened. Though she barely
knew him, Belle couldn’t remember feeling this intimate with anyone
before.

“I want to move you,” he whispered, “like
you’ve never been moved before.”

She didn’t get a chance to answer. He shoved
from the hips and filled her in one smooth stroke. That was
delicious enough, but apparently, he thought he could get deeper.
He pulled back a couple inches and shoved again.

Oh God
, she thought, hands fisting on
the ties that held her arms higher than her head. She needed
something to hold onto. He felt so incredible, so thick and hot and
perfect. Unable to resist, she worked her pelvis in a circle.

“Belle,” John growled, drawing back and
plunging in once more.

This time it felt like he touched her throat.
He was in her as far as he could go, as far as her body would allow
anyone. He slid his hand from the small of her back to cover her
ass, clamping her tight to him.

Their eyes stared into each other. To her
surprise, his expression was as dazed as she felt.

“Please,” she said shyly. “Do that
again.”

The muscles of his face flickered. He liked
her begging him. His growl had no words then, no more than his
hungry grunts as he went at her. He fucked her like it had been a
long time for him, like every thrust needed to be as good as he
could make it. His hips struck so forcefully he lifted her off her
feet.

His fervor was exactly what she’d been
longing for.

She was being taken, unable to hold onto him
except with the muscles inside her sex. Despite this, no man had
ever felt this much
hers
. She knew no other woman was in his
mind as he swelled more and went faster.

“Belle,” he said, sweat flying as their
bodies slapped. His face was tense, the slits of his eyes aflame.
“Belle, come for me.”

It was as much a plea as an order. She closed
her eyes, savoring the slick hard drive of him inside her. Could
she hang on? She felt as if she were half going already, but she
wanted this to last. She chewed her lower lip, her neck arching
back as she fought being overwhelmed. The strangest thing was, even
though she’d screwed her eyelids shut, she could see him - as if
she were both inside herself being fucked and outside watching him
do it.

John’s body was just as admirable from
behind, his tight rear humping and grinding into her. The hand that
wasn’t locked on her bottom gripped one side of the bondage frame,
presumably to help him keep his balance as he slung vigorously into
her. The way his back muscles clenched was astonishing.

“Belle,” he warned between gritted teeth.
“It’s been too long for me. You need to let go fast. I’m going to
fucking go.”

She saw something. Light glimmered along his
back in rainbow colored waves, as if the northern lights were
bursting out from his shoulder blades. The glimmers formed an
ephemeral shape: two tall wings like a dragonfly’s. John had wings?
Why on earth would she imagine that? Belle had never wished her
boyfriends could fly.

“
Please
,” he snarled, slamming in and
holding.

His plea drove Belle wholly back inside her
body. Heat burst from him to her, his seed jetting on her walls.
The orgasm this triggered was unlike any she’d ever had, every
nerve from fingertips to clitoris seeming to spasm. Her pussy
squeezed tight around his throbbing length, then relaxed, then
squeezed, the involuntary flutter a pleasure in itself. She gasped
for air as the sensations rose. Her head flung back. He slammed
into her and ejaculated more ...

Though she’d never screamed during sex
before, Belle gave it up for him. John moaned like this was
nirvana, his climax seeming to vault to a new level.

“Yes,” he urged, suddenly churning in her
like a crazy man. “
Yes
.”

Hoping to catch a glimpse of his reaction,
she opened her eyes again.

She found herself alone in a strange
bedroom.

Okay, not strange exactly. She was in her
Uncle Lucky’s house, lying on her back underneath a smothering heap
of quilts. The room was dark, quiet but for the rustle of leaves in
the woods outside. She swallowed and her throat felt sore. Had she
screamed in reality? The idea embarrassed her. Thank goodness she
didn’t have close neighbors.

Unnerved, she shoved off the covers and sat
up. She was sweaty and trembling and pleasantly tender between her
thighs - exactly as if she’d enjoyed an athletic lovemaking
session. In truth, she felt so good it was a little like being
drunk. Up till then, she’d thought only men could have climaxes
from dreams. She hadn’t expected the best orgasm of her life to be
given to her in one.

Figures, she thought, shaking her head at the
irony. Her first genuinely satisfying lover was a figment of her
slumbering mind.

DUBHGHALL
didn’t expect to dream-walk
Belle. The spell he’d laid on her shower was only supposed to
inspire carnal dreams. He’d hoped she’d cast him in them, but that
wasn’t guaranteed. Also not guaranteed was sharing influence in the
dream. Usually, the host dominated, leaving the intruder to plod
along. That hadn’t happened last night. Dubhghall had gotten every
bit as good as he gave.

He groaned and sat up, stretching muscles
cramped from huddling on the small couch. At least the dream had
warmed him enough to stay asleep. And no wonder, when making love
to Belle had given him a bone-shaking double orgasm.

The strong scent of ephor warned him his
clothes weren’t in the same state as when he’d laid down.
Grumbling, he cleaned up as well as he could in the shack’s
primitive washroom. Deciding it was too early to face more
deprivation, he used some of his store of magic to warm the icy
water and de-dust a ragged towel. His stomach growled, but he
wasn’t desperate enough to eat tinned soup again.

With an eye toward earning breakfast,
Dubhghall searched out a rake and a wheelbarrow and started
clearing the back yard. The house was silent, but with the sun
breaching the horizon, it was light enough to work. He could always
pretend he’d returned from “his” house before Belle awoke.

He made good progress. Even without magic, he
was strong. In a few hours, he’d removed most of the deadgrowth,
cut back a tangle of bushes large enough to have hidden more than
one troll, and spied an actual glimmer of hope among the newly
uncovered grass. Plants weren’t as communicative in the mundane
world as in Faerie, but Dubhghall perceived the locals’ lightening
mood. A nice little garden might develop here with coaxing, perhaps
with some arbor roses or a created spring. A watercourse would have
to be dug instead of magicked, but it would look no less
pretty.