Текст книги "Holly's dream lover fantasy"

Автор книги: Verena Vincent

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Just when she was getting used to this unfamiliar sensation, he abruptly slid one of his powerful hands beneath her neck and lifted her head easily from the pillow. In a flash the silk scarf he'd been using to torment her was wrapped around her eyes and secured firmly in a knot above her right ear. It all happened so quickly she wasn't quite sure how to react. Should she continue to pretend she was asleep? Try to escape? Moan some encouragement?

Before she could decide on an appropriate reaction he was leaning over her again. Grabbing her wrists in a vise-like grip, he pressed them into the pillow, effectively pinning her to the bed. Shifting slightly, he lowered his large, muscular chest until all the wonderful ridges and contours of his upper body were flattened against her from hip to breast.

"Now," he said, breathing directly into the sensitive shell of her ear. "You can stop playing opossum. I know you're awake and I can't wait a second longer to make all your dirty dreams come true."

Chapter Three

Holly felt herself responding to his playful tone with a smile of her own. As much as she needed to make her home invasion fantasy feel like a threatening situation, there was something about his demeanor that told her he considered her scenario just a great big sexy joke. He wasn't taking it seriously at all. She should have been offended. Her sanity was on the line here. She really couldn't think of anything more unpleasant than experiencing the slow and steady unravelling of her mind. Especially over an incident that should have lost its power over her months ago. And yet he was amused by the whole thing.

Instead of bristling at his flippant attitude, she wondered if maybe this was exactly what she needed. An opportunity to lighten up and enjoy life again instead of focusing on what could have happened to her. Was that what her subconscious had been trying to tell her? Worse, had the frosty Miss Bright been right? Should she abandon herself to whatever pleasure she could find and forget about why she was doing this? Or try to make it as real as possible? Or maybe both?

"Get off me," she gasped, jerking her ear away from where his warm breath still tickled against her earlobe. She began to struggle against him, bucking her hips in a futile attempt to dislodge him and twisting her wrists to release them from his grasp. But her efforts were useless. He was just too big. And to be honest, she really loved the sensual glide of his big body pressing against her. His substantial weight should have felt oppressive and yet she had the clear sense that he was purposely taking care not to crush her much more delicate frame.

"Whoah!" He said, laughing as she turned her head in an attempt to nip his arm with her sharp teeth. He jerked his arm out of range and gave her a gentle little shake. "No biting, Sweetheart. Unless you plan to kiss it better afterward."

"I'm not kissing anything of yours. Now. Get Off Me!" She redoubled her efforts, bucking wildly and twisting to the side.

"Oh, you'll be kissing a very big part of me before the night is over. And you'll like it. I swear." He said, just as she managed to get one hand loose. He quickly subdued her again, chuckling as she groaned in frustration.

"I am going to scream my head off if you don't get your hands off me and leave." She said bravely, wondering if there was any way in hell she would have been able to react like this in real life. She hoped so, but was fairly certain that she would have been a quivering, pathetic mess if she'd been forced to confront her real attacker. Ultimately it didn't matter. This was her fantasy and she was in complete control. If she wanted to be a warrior when faced with imminent danger then she had the power make it happen.

"Oh. You'll be screaming alright. But feel free. Those fossils next door must be deaf and the guys on the other side are away, so no one will hear but me." He leaned down and lowered his tone until it was a rough growl. "And I can't wait to hear you scream."

He pressed a hot kiss against her temple and Holly felt some of the fight drain out of her. His lips were very soft and no one had touched her with such tenderness in a very long time. She'd forgotten how pleasant it was to be close to another person. Not to mention the fact that his voice was positively hypnotic.

But how did he know about her neighbors? She'd mentioned the Kleins to Miss Bright, so she supposed he might be aware of her elderly neighbors, but Kevin and Randy, the gay couple on the other side, had never been discussed. How did he know they were gone to the Island exactly? Did SFs usually do such thorough surveillance? Perhaps it was part of the contract, but a brief lick of unease swept over her as she wondered exactly who was lying on top of her.

"The boys came back early and the Kleins aren't that deaf, so unless you want to spend the rest of the night in prison, you really need to get out of here." She said through gritted teeth, testing to see how much he actually knew.

"Nice try. But I'm not going anywhere until we get your little problem sorted out. Now, if I let go of one of your hands for a second, do you promise to behave?"

"Oh, absolutely. I'll just lie here like a docile little lamb and wait for you to have your wicked way with me."

He chuckled again. "I seriously have my doubts about that, but I'm willing to trust you. Don't disappoint me now." He brought her hands together in front of his chest and held them tightly in one massive fist. Then he eased to the side and reached towards the floor again. This time Holly did hear the distinctive sound of metal rattling as he brought forth the next item from his bag of tricks.

While he was leaning over the side of the bed, she was unable to resist pushing her clenched hands against his firm chest, sending him momentarily off balance. He let go of her wrists long enough to catch himself before he topped off the bed completely, but the momentary lapse gave her just enough time to roll away from him and make a break for it.

She had nearly scampered to the other side of the bed on her hands and knees when something enormous and very heavy landed on her, flattening her against the mattress and forcing the breath from her lungs in an 'oomph' of exhaled air. She snatched at the duvet, trying uselessly to pull herself out from under him, but he just grabbed both of her outspread hands and stretched them over her head, pressing them into the white eyelet comforter until she was very effectively trapped beneath his large, hard frame.

"I thought you were going to be a docile little lamb?" He said against her temple, still sounding amused at her antics. He eased up slightly so she could breathe, but still covered her like the world's sexiest blanket.

"Fuck you!" She grunted, wiggling around wildly to dislodge him. She wasn't usually big on the profanity, but the situation seemed to warrant it.

"If you keep doing that, I will. And without the foreplay either." He growled, grinding his very obvious erection against her soft buttocks. The gesture should have been crude and mildly threatening, but it was done with such a devastatingly sensual rolling motion of his hips that it felt more like an act of seduction than a threat.

Holly went completely still. There was no denying it. The impressive physical evidence of his desire gave her a huge thrill. She knew she should be defiant, but all she really wanted to do was spread her legs a little and feel more of his swollen flesh against her suddenly very moist folds. But no, her fantasy demanded that she exhibit some real hostility towards her would-be attacker. Giving in so easily was not in the game plan. Or was it? If he kept flexing like that she really wouldn't have much choice but to allow herself to be seduced.

It really wasn't fair. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. Why was he making this so fun anyway? Couldn't he just be a big, rough jerk like she'd requested? But no, he had to be weirdly gentle and amusing. He was ruining everything.

Feeling daring and not a little frustrated, she called his bluff, half hoping that he would carry through on his warning. "Go ahead and do it then. Get it over with if that's what you want." She said, pressing her hips upward, purposely goading him to take her hard and fast. On some level she knew he wouldn't do it. She had no idea who he was and yet something in her was certain he wasn't capable of hurting her.

He shifted to the side slightly, so the ridge in his jeans wasn't pressing so deeply into her silk-clad bottom. Nudging her hair away from her neck with his nose, he brushed his lips against the nape of her neck and blew warm air against her flushed cheek. "That's a tempting offer, but what I want has very little to do with what's going here. This is about you and what you want. 'Cause, trust me, if this was my fantasy, Honey, you'd be sneaking into my room and having your wicked way with me. Not the other way around."

Oh, the images his words evoked. Holly felt herself growing warm at the thought of being the aggressor rather than the victim in her home invasion fantasy. It was so out of character for her to even contemplate being anything other than the submissive. She'd never considered taking on the role of the dominant in this scenario or any other. But now that he mentioned it she found herself intrigued by the concept. Could she turn the tables on him and come out on top? Literally. But first she needed to get control of her hormones and remember her role here. Melting when he nuzzled against her cheek was not appropriate behavior for this situation.

So Holly snorted and summoned up a very convincing haughty tone. "Well, why don't you go home and wait for me, and I'll be right over," she said sarcastically, her voice muffled by the comforter.

He chuckled again and gave the side of her neck a little nip that made her shiver in reaction. "You have no idea how much I would like that."

Then his lips were beneath her ear and she felt the tip of his tongue flick against the sensitive lobe. Unable to help herself, she angled her head in the opposite direction to give him better access to her very sensitive neck. She was failing miserably at resisting him, but she was starting not to care.

Was it the blindfold? Is that why his mouth on her skin felt so electric? Were her senses really more acute because she was deprived of her vision? Or did he just have the softest, silkiest lips in the entire world?

Against her will, a small sigh escaped her as he pressed his open mouth against that magical spot where her neck met her shoulder. For a relatively innocent touch, she felt the heat and seductive power of that kiss deep, deep between her legs and she shifted restlessly beneath him, trying to relieve some of the tension that was rippling through her body.

Holly was just beginning to relax under his touch when she heard the tinkle of metal against metal and noticed that one of her hands was completely free from his grasp.

Before she had time to react, the handcuffs were slapped onto her free wrist and he was crouching over her, stretching out her shackled arm until he was able to attach the other ring to her wrought iron headboard.

"Damn it!" She cried, yanking on her arm to determine if he'd left enough room for her to wiggle loose. She grunted in frustration as he lowered himself back on top of herself. Now she was firmly attached to the headboard and trapped beneath his incredibly warm, hard body. Evidently he'd been able to stow the handcuffs somewhere on his person while using his very distracting lips to divert her attention. The man was diabolical.

"C'mon now." He coaxed. "Don't be a sore loser. I'm willing to compromise. If you promise not to poke my eyes out or leave any scars, I'll even let you keep one hand free. What do you say?" He loosened his grip on her opposite wrist, but then tightened it again when she tried to jerk it out of his grasp.

"Promise me," he taunted as his free hand gently tugged her camisole strap down her arm and he gave her shoulder blade a soft, sensual lick.

"Really?" She asked suspiciously. "Why?"

"Well, I know you're really into sticking to this whole 'at my mercy' script, but I'd really like it if you touched me. In fact, I can't wait much longer for that to happen. So, I won't keep you trussed up like a prize calf as long as you play nice. Meaning that the blindfold stays on and at no point do you draw blood." His voice grew quite husky as he added one last addendum. "Unless it's because you lose control when I'm deep inside you. Then I'm really okay with some nail gashes in my back. Or in my forearms if I happen to be taking you from behind." He rubbed his very prominent hard-on against her upturned buttocks for emphasis. "What do you say?"

Holly's lower body clenched at his bold words and she felt an unfamiliar rush of moisture pooling between her thighs. Did he actually think she would react that strongly to his sexual skills? Despite her current heightened state of arousal she couldn't really imagine herself being so mindless with pleasure that she would actually lose control to such a degree that she drew blood. But she was wildly curious to find out if it was possible. She cleared her throat and tried to sound bored. "And where would you like me to touch you exactly?"

His chuckle was full of dark sensuality. "Well, I have a few areas in mind, but if you promise not to maim me then I'll let you choose. How does that sound?"

"Anywhere?"

"Nothing off limits. Except my ribs. I'm a bit ticklish."

She felt herself smiling at that. A tickle fight would certainly put her fantasy permanently off the rails, but might be fun under very different circumstances. She imagined a wrestling match would quickly ensue, followed by a battle for who would assume the sexually dominant position. If only she had the freedom to pursue that kind of light-hearted fantasy instead of the serious one her own troubled subconscious demanded.

"Hmmm… I don't know." Having one of her hands free was so very tempting. She really did want to explore his powerful body with one hand, at least, but in the dream she had been completely subdued and unable to interact with her attacker in any way. He had been in charge and that was kind of the point of her fantasy. If she was the uncompromising victim then she couldn't feel guilty for taking pleasure in the situation. Willingly using her hands on him definitely crossed the line into complicity and made her a partner in her own seduction. And that wasn't supposed to happen, no matter how much she ached to touch him. She couldn't help but wonder how far off script could she go and still exorcise the dream from her system.

"Too late. I'm putting the other cuff on," he said, bouncing off her with surprising agility for such a large man he deftly flipped her onto her back and then gently lifted her until she was lying face up in the middle of the bed again. He then straddled her waist and leaned over her as he brought her other wrist up to the headboard so he could fasten it to one of the bars.

"No! Stop! I'll touch you. Leave it off." She cried, the words bursting forth before she'd even realized she'd made her decision.

He froze above her. "Really? Where? Where do you want to touch me?" He demanded, lowering her wrist until it rested on the pillow beside her head.

"Your face. I want to touch your face. And you can't touch me while I'm doing it."

He sighed and eased back until he was no longer looming over her. "Not exactly what I was hoping for but it's a start." He gently carried her small hand to his face, gave her fingertips a lingering kiss and then let go of her hand.

The first thing Holly noticed was how far she had to stretch her arm to reach his face. He was still sitting astride her waist and his torso was very long. Warmth seemed to radiate off his skin, even through his T-shirt and she could feel the heavy weight of his arousal pressed into her stomach as he leaned forward to give her better access to his face.

She had meant to do a very perfunctory examination of his facial structure, but tracing his mouth with her thumb was such an unexpected pleasure that she found herself lingering over the task. His lips were just as soft as they'd seemed when they'd been lingering on her neck earlier. When he playfully opened his mouth and nipped at the meaty flesh of her thumb and then sucked it into his mouth to soothe it she felt another rush of heat between her thighs. She pressed her legs together, seeking some relief from the tension in her body, but that just made the emptiness seem more apparent.

For the first time in her life she was aware that she desperately needed something to relieve that ache. She needed his hand or his mouth there, between her legs. But more than that she wanted his big, hard cock thrusting deeply within her body. Relentlessly pounding into her until she achieved the ecstasy that had always eluded her. Until now.

Holly felt her cheeks flushing at her thoughts. What had this man done to her? They hadn't even kissed yet and she was squirming with desire for him. It was downright scary what the right situation and some truly explosive chemistry could do to an otherwise reasonable and formerly frigid woman.

Needing a distraction from her weeping pussy, she moved her fingers away from his treacherous mouth and swept them up the strong blade of his nose. It wasn't a small nose, and she could tell by the bump in the bridge that he'd probably broken it at least once or twice.

"I know what you're doing," he said, his breath sending warm puffs of air against her arm.

"What am I doing?"

"You can try to memorize my face with your adorable fingers all you want, but you won't be able to identify me. That only happens in the movies."

Despite herself, she giggled. That's exactly what she'd been thinking when she'd chosen his face as her touch zone. But now she was enjoying the tactile sensation of his skin under her hands too much to think about picking him out of a line-up. That would n ever happen, of course. This was just a fantasy after all.

"What's this?" She asked as her fingertips skidded over a rough patch high on one cheek bone. It felt like a long cut, about two inches long, with stitches still embedded in his flesh.

"That's nothing for you to worry about. I got into a fight recently."

"Did you climb in the wrong window?"

"Something like that. But it'll heal and then I'll be back to my usual studly self."

"Are you?"

"Studly, you mean?"

"Yes. Would you say you're handsome?"

He let out a bark of laughter. "Hell, no. Definitely not handsome. Don't get me wrong. I'm not scaring small children or anything, but I'm definitely not going to be on the cover of a magazine anytime soon. Why? Still think you'll be able to describe me for the sketch artist?"

"No. I'm just curious. I mean, I know it shouldn't matter, but this would be easier if I was pretty sure you weren't a complete monster." She brushed one thick eyebrow with her index finger and felt his long eyelashes flutter against the palm of her hand.

"You mean you'd feel better about being attracted to me?"

"I didn't say I was attracted to you. I'm just making the best of a horrible situation." She jerked her hand away from his face and brought it down until her arm was crossed protectively over her breasts.

"Oh, baby. You don't have to say it. I know you are." He leaned forward and whispered against her temple. "You see, while you've been fondling my mug, I've been studying you. There's a flashlight aimed right at the bed and I can see every beautiful inch of that sweet little body of yours."

She shook her head in denial. "You have not!"

"Afraid so. And I just love the way your mouth has dropped open just enough that I can see your adorable pink tongue. Every once in a while you lick your lips and it's driving me crazy, I want to taste you so bad. And don't even get me started on your breasts. You can try and hide them all you want but your nipples have been as hard as pencil erasers for the past ten minutes. Just begging me to suck on them."

"It's cold in here. I can't help that. And my lips are dry."

A deep chuckle escaped his throat as he nuzzled the side of her face and flexed his hard flesh against her stomach. "It's like a sauna in here, and I'd be willing to bet that your lips aren't dry at all. In fact, I'm pretty certain that they're soft, moist and very, very sweet."

Holly gasped. He was most certainly talking about another set of lips entirely. Why did his words make her even wetter? The crotch of her lavender boy-short panties w as a soggy mess and she felt heat flood her cheeks at the thought of him discovering the evidence of her arousal at some point this evening.

Unaware she was even doing it, she licked her lips nervously and was startled when he groaned and pulled back to a sitting position.

"Honey. You have got to stop doing that or I am going to lose it. I'm boiling in my own skin here and watching you do that is just making it worse"

She heard some rustling and was aware that he was removing his shirt.

"Heww. That's better." Leaning down again he gently removed her hand from where it had been resting on her shoulder and brought it back up to his face. She resisted for a moment, unwilling to expose her treacherous nipples to his gaze again, but he pulled insistently until she conceded. She was feeling a bit self-conscious about her emaciated frame, but judging by his behavior and his massive erection he didn't find her body distasteful in the least. Besides, the thought of him watching her while she was completely in the dark was incredibly erotic.

He kissed her fingertips again and pressed her palm against his unscarred cheekbone. "Now, are you done mapping my face or can I choose the next touch zone? Cause I think it's time to take this road trip south. Way south."