Wolfe's Lair Page 19

  As I repeated this over and over again, I got closer and closer to her core on each trip, but deliberately avoided the area that she must be desperate for me to touch. At the start of our session tonight I had asked her to remain quiet and still, and I had then deliberately tested her with my actions, but true to form, Robyn had maintained her submissive role superbly. I had expected her to break down and beg, but she didn’t. Apart from briefly writhing under my touch she maintained a still and mostly silent position.

  Finally, I rewarded her by nuzzling into her warmth and sucking her clit into my mouth. At the same time, I teased Robyn’s opening with the ice cube, and the shock of so much sensation caused her to jerk against my mouth and yelp.

  ‘Oliver! Sir! Please!’ She gasped, making her first breach of my rules, and begging as I’d hoped she might. I smiled against her heated flesh, thrilled by the play between us, and how perfect her responses were.

  Seeing as her wrists were bound to the bedpost, and her knees were spread wide, she couldn’t escape my advances. Over the next few minutes, I upped her pleasure by focusing on her clit but alternating the use of my hot tongue and the cold ice, until the cube was nothing but water trickling down my wrist and Robyn was gasping for air and so close to her climax that I could taste it on my tongue.

  Pressing two fingers into her channel, I felt her clench around me, and so crooked them to work her G-spot, easily finding the patch of rougher skin and beginning a massage with my fingertips that I knew would have her coming apart in my arms within seconds.

  ‘You may come,’ I murmured against her skin, and then, using my teeth, I began to work her clit again, tugging and nibbling in time with my fingers until she whimpered, then arched her back as she began to climax across my tongue and around my fingers. I grinned at how responsive she was to my touch, then worked her down, until she was almost boneless in her pleasure, her cheeks flushed, and beads of sweat building on her skin.

  Almost as soon as she had recovered her breath, Robyn licked her lips, and tilted her head up. Even though her eyes were blindfolded, she instinctively seemed to know where I was standing. ‘Please … Sir, let me finish it for you, too?’

  These first few days were supposed to be about settling Robyn into this new relationship, focusing on her; her pleasure, her comfort, and her feelings. But I was only human, and the way she was making me feel had me accepting her offer and practically ripping my trousers open and guiding my raging hard-on towards her mouth.

  I didn’t untie her hands, or remove the spreader, or blindfold, but Robyn seemed to automatically know what I wanted, because before I’d even touched the tip of my cock to her lips she had opened her mouth for me. I drew in a satisfied breath – she was so, so perfect, it almost defied belief.

  Shifting myself forwards, I pressed into her mouth, and as she eagerly wrapped her lips around my cock I groaned loudly, giving away far more about how I was feeling than I usually would. Throwing my head back, I thrust forwards more, then slid a hand to the back of her head, steadying her movements as she took me to the back of her mouth greedily.

  Dios. Pleasure seared through my body, weakening my knees to the point where I had to clasp at the bedpost to stop myself from buckling over. Thank God Robyn was blindfolded, because I would never usually allow myself to show a weakness like that.

  Thinking of her blindfold, I realised that I was perhaps overstepping myself. She certainly seemed keen to continue, but as a Dom I prided myself on always checking a sub’s comfort levels when indulging in new experiences. Not only was this the first blow job she’d given me, but she was also bound, spread, and blindfolded, which could easily add up and overwhelm her.

  Glancing down at her, I used my grip on her hair to reluctantly pull myself from her mouth. She groaned her annoyance at my move, which gave me a good indication that she was fine and enjoying herself, but I would still check. Using my hand to continue a slow stroke on my cock, I cleared my throat and spoke. ‘What colour are you, cariño?’

  ‘Colour? Oh … green, Sir. Definitely green,’ she murmured, giving her lips a lick and smiling shyly. ‘And if you’re wondering, I’m also green with swallowing …’

  Dios. I hadn’t been intending on going that far with her tonight, not with all the additional bondage and sight deprivation, but if she was offering it up on a plate like that, I was hardly going to turn her down.

  A groan rumbled in my chest, and I bit my lip, thrusting forwards again and holding myself deeply inside her mouth for a second, before releasing my hold on her and allowing her to continue at her own pace.

  It felt so amazing that it was blinding me, and I couldn’t think of anything but the rush of desire that was pulsating around my system and fast bubbling to the surface.

  Robyn hollowed her cheeks out, sucking me in and out with hard, short jerks of her head, while also working my tip with swirls of her tongue. It was a potent combination, better than even I could have guided her to do, and, in no time, I felt my balls lifting as my orgasm rushed upon me.

  As my climax began to coat the inside of her mouth, I kept one hand cradling her head as she continued to work me, and let my head drop back from the dizzying pleasure spiralling through me.

  One thing was sure – focusing on the physical bond between us was certainly working out pretty well for me at the moment, because I wasn’t thinking of anything but the feel of her lips and the heaven of finding my release in her mouth.

  Robyn

  Oliver didn’t allow himself much time to recover from his climax, but instead, almost as soon as he had come he carefully slipped from my mouth, and after a brief sound of rustling, he began undoing my hands and releasing the bar from my knees. I hadn’t been too sure about the spreader when he’d first shown it to me, but once it was on I’d found the sensation to be incredibly overwhelming, in a good way. A very good way. Knowing that he could touch me at any point, with or without my consent, had for some reason turned me on immensely.

  The bar clattered to the floor and, the next moment, I found myself being scooped into his arms and cradled against his warm, naked chest. Resting into his strength, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me, then I felt us lowering as he sunk onto the bed, before shifting us backwards.

  As our bodies moulded together it became obvious that Oliver was now completely naked below me. The heat of his groin was almost burning my bottom, and the hairs on his thighs felt wiry and ticklish, rubbing at my sensitive skin deliciously.

  He was quite the tease, wasn’t he? I was yet to see him completely naked, and yet now that I was blindfolded he’d decided to strip off. Damn it. Now my hands were itching to rip off my blindfold so I could give him a thorough look over, but I resisted, just … opting to leave him in control of if, or hopefully when, I would get to see him.

  Despite his very recent orgasm, Oliver’s groin didn’t seem to be softening at all below me, but I had to say, I was feeling similarly aroused, even though I, too, had just climaxed. This man had ignited something within me that I just didn’t know I had in me, and the feel of him so intimately wrapped around me made my core clench with enthusiasm at the possibility of round two.

  This all felt quite different from last night, because I’d only seen him topless yesterday, and even when we went to bed, he’d chosen to keep his boxer shorts on when he had curled up behind me.

  Once we were settled, I felt his hands at the back of my head as he began to undo the blindfold for me, and my heart rate accelerated with excitement. I’d begun to wonder if he was just teasing me with his nakedness, and wasn’t going to let me see him tonight, but it seemed my fears were misplaced.

  The knot slipped free, and he pulled the blindfold gently from my eyes. Even though Oliver had switched off the main light, and swapped it for a single small lamp, I had to scrunch my eyes shut as the light felt almost blinding after so long of being locked in the darkness.

  As I blinked to try to clear my vision, I suddenly felt w
armth on my eyelids and realised that Oliver had leaned forwards and was fluttering gentle kisses on both of my closed eyes. That was almost a romantic gesture, and I had to try really hard not to get carried away with the feelings that it caused to swirl in my belly.

  ‘Hey, cariño. Welcome back,’ he whispered. Brushing some hairs back from my face, he then looked deeply into my eyes and laid a stunning, affectionate smile on me.

  ‘Hi.’ My cheeks heated, and I felt oddly shy after the intimacy of what we had just shared.

  Cupping my jaw, he brought my lips to his for a reverently soft kiss and I realised I could still taste a trace of my own musk there.

  ‘So, how was that for you?’

  Ah yes. Oliver and his post-sex questions. I was starting to get used to this part of things now, but I still took my time to think through my answer, because I knew he wouldn’t like it if I just came out with a generic “it was amazing” kind of reply.

  He’d certainly been right when he’d warned me that the blindfold would make it all more intense, because it really had. Every touch, sound, and feeling had been amplified, each sensation identifiable and incredible in its own right. I was certainly keen to experiment with that type of thing again.

  ‘The blindfold was a lot of fun. You were right, it made everything far more sensitive.’ I paused, looking down at my wrists and knees, my flush deepening as I recalled how Oliver had fucked my mouth while my hands had been tied behind my back. If someone like Sasha had described it to me before I’d done it, I would never have thought I would like being so vulnerable, but it had been H.O.T.

  ‘And the, um … the … bar, and you know, how you tied my wrists?’ Oliver’s eyes flashed with heat, but he stayed silent, allowing me time to expel all of my feelings. ‘That was really fun too. I wasn’t quite as sure about the bar at the start – it looked like a medieval torture implement – and losing the use of my arms made me feel a bit exposed at first, but in the end, I enjoyed what we did. Really enjoyed it.’ I licked my lips, remembering how they’d felt stretched as I’d tried my best to pleasure him, and I saw his eyes dip and watch the journey of my tongue.

  ‘I trust you, Oliver, I really do, so it was actually quite liberating to just give up my concerns and enjoy what you did.’

  ‘And you definitely liked it? I wasn’t too rough?’ he enquired, a touch of concern colouring his tone.

  Taking in a deep breath, I finally gave up on trying to be coy, and grinned. It was probably the filthiest smile I’d ever smiled in my life, but seeing the amazing things I’d just experienced with this man, I think it was justified. ‘I did, Oliver. Very much so.’

  Oliver’s nostrils flared at my declaration, and he lowered his forehead to rest upon mine, drawing in a deep, ragged breath as he did so. ‘Dios, Robyn. How did I survive before we met? We are so perfectly matched.’

  He placed a lingering kiss on my lips, then began softly massaging my wrists where I had been tied to the bedframe.

  Once again, I decided it was safest not to overthink his seemingly romantic declarations, and instead looked down to watch him as he took care of me. The skin of my wrists was a little reddened, but wasn’t sore at all. I wouldn’t turn down his attention, though, because the feel of his gentle, caring touch was lovely, and actually making me feel a little sleepy.

  We sat in silence like that for several minutes, our naked bodies pressed together and heads resting just a few inches apart as we came down from the experiences we had shared.

  ‘I’ve been pretty full-on with you, Robyn, when really I should have been gently introducing you to submission, so I feel the need to apologise.’

  The rueful, apologetic expression on his face made me smile, and I immediately shook my head. ‘Oliver, I’ve loved every minute so far,’ I confessed, hoping to reassure him, while simultaneously hoping there would be many, many more minutes spent together with him in my future.

  He drew in a long breath, and nodded, relief spreading on his features. ‘You’re taking to it so beautifully that I kept forgetting myself.’ He placed a brief kiss on my lips and shook his head in apparent wonder. ‘The strength of the bond between us … it has somewhat taken me by surprise. We feel so perfect together, so right.’ Oliver suddenly brought himself up short, as if perhaps he was worried that he’d said too much, but secretly his words thrilled me.

  Clearing his throat, he straightened back and leaned his head on the headboard. ‘So, overall tonight was good?’ Oliver murmured, as he busied himself by extending the wrist massage to where the cuffs on the spreader had restrained my knees.

  His gentle caresses were making me feel boneless, but remembering how he’d said he needed my reassurances in the first few sessions, I pulled my drowsy mind together to reply. ‘Honestly, Oliver, it was really good.’

  He gave a small cough, then dipped his head so he could look in my eyes. ‘And the blow job … you were OK with how that played out? It wasn’t too much?’

  He sounded regretful, so I could only assume that he was referring to the way he had used my mouth towards the end. Mostly he’d let me lead, but there had been a couple of times where he had taken over and really thrust into my mouth with abandon. It had taken me by surprise at first, and made me gag slightly on one occasion, but I couldn’t deny that it had been amazing to make him lose control like that. Hot. Really hot.

  ‘No.’ I shook my head sharply, to try to dispel his worries. ‘I’d never really thought that I’d like it rough, but … but that was amazing, Oliver. I know you wouldn’t ever push me too far.’ Brushing aside my embarrassment, I decided to confess something to him. ‘And the swallowing thing? I’ve never done that with anyone before.’ Oliver’s eyes widened, then a pleased blush spread on his cheeks. ‘I just felt the urge with you.’

  He briefly closed his eyes, then he placed a short, hard kiss on my lips. ‘Thank you. I very much enjoyed it.’ With a contented sigh, Oliver shifted us both below the blankets and I snuggled closer to his chest, enjoying the feel of his strength strong body wrapped around me as I started to slip towards a sated sleep. This was going to be a night I remembered for quite some time to come, that was for sure.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Robyn

  We’d been in Barcelona for three nights now, and I’d spent the last two with Oliver in his suite. We’d explored submission, experimented with toys and bondage, and while we’d not had full sex yet, we’d now both achieved climaxes – me multiple, him one. Both nights I’d fallen asleep in his arms, and in his bed, but yet again this morning as I woke up, I found myself alone.

  I was sure I hadn’t imagined it – Oliver’s warmth had definitely been my companion as I fell asleep last night, but as I became aware of the daylight across my face, I felt cooler, knowing that he was no longer in the bed with me.

  Sitting up, I frowned. To add to it, I was in my own suite again. I wasn’t sure I liked this part of it all. The two nights I’d spent with Oliver had been incredible, but waking up by myself, having been moved to a different room, brought me back down to earth with a gigantic bump. I’d been satisfied with yesterday’s explanation that he had business to attend to, but what was the reason today?

  Maybe this was his way of keeping us from getting too involved with each other, and I was just being overly sensitive because I was falling for him. The thought made me feel wretched, and I slipped from the bed and trudged towards the bathroom, hoping to shower away some of my disappointment at waking up on my own.

  The warm water helped clear my head, and as I stood under the jets a smile slipped to my lips as I thought back over all that had occurred between us since we’d been in Barcelona. I’d been so nervous the first night, but so far everything between us had been incredible – except the waking up alone bit.

  I genuinely hadn’t known what to expect from this type of relationship, but although Oliver had stuck to his word and been strict, he also made me feel completely at ease. With him to guide me, letting go of my inhibit
ions had been far easier than I’d expected, but I suspected that had a lot to do with the way we connected, and wasn’t a general reflection of my sudden bravery. He had me under such a spell that I couldn’t help but respond to him.

  Grabbing a towel, I gave my hair a rough dry and then wrapped it around my body. I ran a brush through my damp hair, flicked it over my shoulder, and looked at myself in the mirror long and hard. There was a slight tension in my expression, and I knew why. Waking up alone was still bugging me. It almost felt like a rejection of sorts. I’d never been needy in past relationships, but with Oliver I could already feel myself wanting more, which was a dangerous emotion to even contemplate where Mr Wolfe was concerned.

  The things he did to me were phenomenal, but was that level of pleasure worth risking my heart for? Because I had a feeling that if I continued things with Oliver that was exactly what I would be doing.

  I still had no clue when he’d moved me to my room, either. When the sun came up? Or as soon as I had fallen asleep?

  He didn’t seem to mind snuggling, though, because both nights I’d fallen asleep cradled against his chest. I couldn’t deny that I’d been hoping that I’d wake up there today, too, but so far this was my reality – my own room and cold sheets beside me.

  I was still contemplating this as I wandered back into my room wrapped in the towel. There was a noise at the door to the adjoining bedroom and I jumped, turning towards the sound with a startled yelp. There was no knock, but the door opened, and Oliver strode in with a tray in his hands.

  God, he was in jeans again. I couldn’t decide which outfit he looked better in, jeans or a suit. Both had merits of their own. These jeans were pale blue, and paired with a black, round-neck T-shirt that wasn’t exactly tight, but was snug enough to define the trim muscles underneath. He looked breath-taking, and it made something inside my chest constrict almost painfully.

  ‘Good morning,’ he said softly, his eyes sweeping over my damp post-shower state and lighting with a playful twinkle. ‘I brought breakfast. Well, brunch really, seeing as it’s so late.’