LUCAS WELLINGTON POV
My heart pounded as I carried her up the stairs, every step felt like I was dragging myself deeper into dangerous territory.
She rested her head on my chest lazily, her breath hot and full of trust I hadn't earned.
The half sigh and half moan she made was enough to drive me so fucking crazy and fucking horny.
Trust. Christ. That's the deadliest weapon of all.
"Are…Are you sure about this?" She asked me softly,her eyes shyly avoiding mine.
Ah fuck! I could literally cum from her expressions.
"Miss," I rasped, "I'm not going to fuck you. But I'll help you get the relief you're craving. When it's done, we forget it ever happened."
"Okay…okay then please just help me out" a little needy cry left her lips as she released her grip on her cloth I jerked it off her body.
I stood for a moment staring at her sexy hot body, her hourglass shape ,her hips so perfect.Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling like as if she was caught in a dream. This was perfection, fucking christ!. Most people say perfection doesn't exist but if perfection didn't exist what in the world am I staring at?
This damsel's body was a definition of perfect. Perfect lips, perfect body, perfect shape everything was screaming perfection.
While she lay scattered on the bed fully naked, I walked slowly, my eyes never leaving her. Her breathing was still hot, her body restless, as if the fire burning inside her wouldn't let her stay calm. She watched me with her half closed eyes wondering what my next move was going to be.
I walked down the room to my wardrobe and knelt, pulling out a dark wooden box. Inside lay the things I had collected over years, the kind of toys made not just to tease, but to push a woman past every edge she thought she had. Tonight, I was going to let her know exactly what it felt like to be utterly satisfied.
She looked sharpened when she saw me carry the box back toward the bed. Looking aware in her drunk state, her lips parted as she whispered, "What's that?"
I placed the box down carefully beside her, close enough for her to see, but not to touch yet.
"Tools," I murmured, my voice low and deliberate, "to give you everything you've been craving and more."
Her eyes flicked between me and the box, a spark of curiosity and desire igniting. She didn't fear, not truly. She trusted me, blindly, and that alone made my chest tighten.
"Everything you need," I said softly, my voice low. "But you have to follow my lead. No surprises. Do you understand?"
She nodded, a shiver racing down her spine as she exhaled shakily.
I stepped closer, stopping just short of her. I studied her face,her flushed cheeks, the wildness in her brown eyes, the vulnerability that both thrilled and terrified me. She was a puzzle, a danger, a temptation.
I inhaled slowly, grounding myself. This was a line I had never crossed. I never did this to any woman. I didn't let myself get close. But tonight wasn't about me. Tonight, it was about keeping control while helping her.
I opened the box slowly, letting her see what was inside: silk blindfolds, soft restraints, ropes, sleek toys meant to tease, vibrators, clamps, and darker tools for pleasure that bordered on pain.
"Stay still," I said softly, my voice low and measured. I set the small case of tools I had brought carefully on the nightstand, sliding it closer so she could see but not touch. Her eyes widened at the contents, but she nodded, unafraid, trusting me entirely.
"You won't hurt me," she whispered, a question disguised as a statement.
I shook my head, stepping closer. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help."
Her gaze dropped to my hands, and I could see the mixture of relief and anticipation flickering in her eyes. It tightened something inside me, a mix of protectiveness and desire that I had spent years suppressing. I was trained to control, to kill, to survive and yet here I was, trying to control something far more dangerous than any mission: the pull she had on me.
I instructed her to lie back fully, spreading out, letting herself be guided. She obeyed, a quiet shiver running through her as my fingers brushed her skin, careful, measured. Every touch was deliberate, designed to heighten without overwhelming, to guide her without breaking the fragile trust she had placed in me.
"Relax," I murmured. "Breathe. Let it happen.
I watched her eyes widen, her breath catch, and then, to my satisfaction, a hungry smile curved her lips.
I leaned over her, my hand sliding up her thigh, stopping just before the heat of her center.
"Tonight," I whispered in her ear, "you won't have to imagine your darkest fantasies. I'm going to give them to you."
I traced her thigh one last time before reaching into the box, my fingers curling around a smooth silk blindfold. Leaning close, I slipped it gently over her eyes, watching her lips part in anticipation as darkness swallowed her world.
But I wasn't finished.
My hand returned to the box, this time retrieving a coil of rope. Slowly, deliberately, I bound her wrists together and secured them above the bedframe. She tensed, a small gasp escaping her lips, before her body melted into the mattress with a trembling exhale. Surrender.
A dark satisfaction stirred inside me. I had tied people down before, far too many in another life, but never like this. Back then, rope meant control, silence, death. Now, it meant something else: power mixed with pleasure, restraint laced with desire.
I studied her, helpless and blindfolded, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. A dangerous thought slipped through me. I could do anything to her, and she would take it, beg for it, because at that moment she wasn't afraid. She wanted it.
And God help me… I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to fuck the hell out of her but no it wasn't meant to happen.
"Good girl," I murmured, brushing my thumb over her cheek. "Now feel."
Leaving her on the bed, I walked down the room again, this time heading for the small freezer tucked into the corner of the suite. I opened it and pulled out a single cube of ice, already sweating in the warmth of my hand. When I turned back to her, she was restless beneath the blindfold, her body shifting, needy and uncertain.
I climbed onto the bed slowly, settling beside her. She gasped when the first kiss of cold touched her skin, just a trail of ice along the curve of her collarbone. She shivered violently, arching into me as the sharp chill collided with the heat already pooling in her core.
"Cold?" I teased, running the cube lower, letting droplets slide between the valley of her breasts.
"Oh, God…" Her moan was shaky, half protest, half plea.
I smiled darkly, circling her pink nipple with the ice until it hardened into a stiff peak, then I leaned down to warm it with my mouth, sucking it gently until her back arched off the bed.
"Oh fuck" she moaned.
The contrast ice and heat, pain and pleasure,made her whimper, her fists clenching in the sheets.
I slid the cube down further, tracing the path over her stomach, letting it drip along her navel before gliding even lower, stopping just above the hem of her panties.
"Please… don't stop…"She squirmed beneath me, her voice breaking, lifting her hips as if she was begging for more, every nerve in her body screamed surrender. And every nerve in mine remembered another lifetime,when pleas like that were never for mercy, but for life itself.
I shook the thought off. Tonight wasn't about death. Tonight was about giving her more life than she could handle.
"Patience," I whispered, holding the melting ice above her heat, close enough that she could feel the drop forming, waiting, trembling.
Her hips lifted desperately, chasing the cold kiss of the melting cube. I let the final droplet fall just above her panties, then tossed the ice aside and reached back into the box.
I then pulled out the large sleek vibrator, her lips parted in a sharp breath. Even behind the blindfold, I could see her body tense with a mix of nerves and anticipation.
"Shhh," I soothed, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. "This isn't here to scare you. It's here to make you feel good"