Last night Wyatt Cain had promised DG she could play later. Well it was later, dammit, and she wanted to play. Her fingers itched to reach out and explore her own private playground right next to her.
She rested on one elbow, head in hand as she watched Cain sleep. Like most people, he seemed less worn by the cares of the world in the bliss of dreamless slumber. His face softened, no worry line between his sharply arched brows. Although she did miss his eyes while they were closed in sleep. He had the most amazing eyes.
After a very long night the night before- yesterday they had informed the Royal family that they were engaged. After all, who could refuse such a romantic proposal? 'And you're gonna marry me.'
But then hearts and flowers were not Cain's kind of thing. Not hers either, really.
At the news DG's mother and sister seemed highly amused and superior about it all. They looked at each other and smirked without batting an eyelash between them. Evidently they had seen it coming even if DG herself had been clueless. Father had been less …enthusiastic. It took DG's mother to calm him down and lead him away before he did or said anything really stupid.
Last night had been amazing. Morning wake up call had been pretty mind blowing as well. And tonight… she really could get accustomed to this. Once her muscles got used to it. It was easy to get used to Cain's kissing fixation.
Her Tin Man loved kissing. Chaste brushes, soft and slow. Teasing promises of things to come. Deep, erotic, soul searing kisses meant to devour her senses. After pretty much stating she was gonna marry him the night before, they had spent almost an hour just kissing, necking and nuzzling. Damn, DG was now aware that two mouths could, indeed, make love to one another.
If she'd learned anything during these glorious sessions the night before and earlier tonight it was that Cain was every bit the Alpha Male type. He liked being in charge in bed. Well, more like taking the lead. He certainly enjoyed wringing every ounce of pleasure out of her until she could barely move. But he was the one in control, directing and coaxing. She didn't much mind as he knew exactly what he was doing.
However, she wanted to lead this dance. She wanted to do to him what he did to her. She wanted to hear him beg her to end the torment, to watch him writhe under her attentions.
The problem was she wasn't sure how to start. No, that wasn't right. She knew just exactly where to start, but there was no definite plan for once she had him precisely where she wanted him. She'd been one disappointing experience shy of a virgin before last night. She was well read, as it were, but she'd never really tried anything. So what to do? She had never initiated anything. That had to change. She hadn't been self confident enough to before. But she was one to jump into any new adventure. And my, what an adventure was laying right there beside her now.
She admired his body as he slept. He worked out for nearly an hour with the guard every morning between running five miles and going through a near military training course. And boy did it show. He was a feast for the eyes as well as the senses. And she'd had no clue what was hidden under those clothes until they'd made love the first time.
Now she took in his strong muscles and well-defined chest. Her eyes flowed down to his abdomen, following the happy trail down to his manhood resting in a nest of pale curls. Definitely nothing to be ashamed of in the locker room. His legs were strong as well from running, walking and riding.
How did she get so lucky as to fall in love with this man? Or more importantly, how'd she get so lucky as to have him love her back?
Well she already had plans on how to keep her Tin Man from interfering with her little experiment.
With a wicked little smile she slid open the dresser drawer as silently as possible. Her fingers wrapped around the cold metal waiting inside.
With deliberate, very quiet movements DG managed to click the handcuffs over the wrist Cain had thrown above his head. She had managed to ease his other arm up as she pressed a kiss to his sleeping mouth, taking his soft exhale into her lungs. The moment the second cuff clicked into place his eyes snapped open.
He tried to move and was brought up short by the cuffs.
DG giggled and moved to straddle his waist, naked and brazen, her core pressed just below his navel. She wanted to grind herself against him… but not yet.
"What the hell is this?" He sounded more than annoyed.
"Handcuffs. I'd think a Tin Man would recognize them." DG smirked and wiggled a little, feeling his abs tighten against her inner thighs… and other places. Mmm… delicious.
"I know what they are. Get them off." He pulled, even though that would leave bruises.
"Stop that, you'll hurt yourself. I want you at my mercy, Mr. Cain." She almost purred the last part but stopped short.
There was really something wrong. He wad gone completely rigid, and not in a good way. His stormy eyes were more grey than blue, a bad sign to begin with even without the glare she was getting.
"DG. Take. The. Cuffs. Off. Now." He spoke through tightly clenched teeth. He was angry. He wasn't supposed to be angry. This was supposed to be enjoyable.
She quickly scooped up the key and undid the cuffs.
Cain sat up abruptly, making her slide down a bit into his lap. His hands came up to grip her upper arms and he didn't look at all happy. He hadn't found that the least little bit erotic.
"I just wanted to have you all to myself. It was supposed to be fun." DG realized she shouldn't believe everything she read.
"I don't find it fun to be pinned down and helpless. Being held down isn't the least bit enjoyable for me. I need to be able to reach my gun." DG's eyes flickered to the weapon on the nightstand. "What if someone broke in here to kill you? I couldn't have done a thing."
Oh shit! The first time she saw him, before even opening the suit, he was being held down and beaten, being made to watch his family beaten. Then there was eight years being 'held down' in that damned iron suit.
How could she have been so stupid? So completely thoughtless? Her vision hazed as her throat tightened.
She felt perfectly safe in the palace full of guards and magic wards. But that didn't change Cain's compulsive need to protect. She could even understand it, psychologically.
"I'm sorry." She spoke softly, sincerely. "It's just that, you've been kinda taking the lead, and you seem to be pretty focused on me. I just wanted to do for you. Without you and your wandering hands and mouth distracting me. On the other side… things like this… it's not all that unusual. I read about it and saw it on TV… entertainment. I wanted to try. I messed up and just didn't think."
As she spoke Cain's face softened and the anger melted from his eyes, turning them from stormy grey back to a pale blue. Instead of holding her arms, his moved to wrap around her.
"DG, this kind of thing isn't all that uncommon here, either. It's okay to try different things. Just ask first. Because that particular embellishment… isn't for me," he explained. "And we're gonna have a talk about what kind of entertainment you were watching."
"As for focusing on you, Darlin', that does for me.' He looked at her hotly so she couldn't doubt his sincerity. "Believe me, it does for me. I love seeing your body, watching your skin flush with heat just for me. Those little noises you make, the way you say my name, the feel of you, your every response… they shoot right to my cock."
DG struggled to keep her brain from melting. Wyatt knew just what his talking like that did to her. Just this side of dirty, and phrased just right. For a man of few words, he certainly knew how to use them in private.
His pulling her in for a kiss just made fighting the brain meltdown even harder. If the way his lips teased and tormented hers were any indication, he already forgave her.
This was one of his slow kisses, building slowly into something heated, powerful, and consuming. Damn , his love of kissing made him quite the expert. His tongue tangling gently with hers, a form of seduction in itself. Having his heated skin, his hard muscles pressed against her just mad it… guh.
DG broke away, pushing slightly on Cain's shoulders. "Nope. Not getting away. You promised I could play. I'm keeping you to it."
Persistent was one of her specialties. Her face was right next to the word in the dictionary.
One pale brow rose. "This could be interesting. No cuffs, or anything of the like." He obviously wanted that perfectly clear.
"Okay." DG licked her lips and noted Cain's eyes follow the flick of her tongue. She smirked. "How about just you, cowboy?"
DG took his hands in hers. They were bigger than hers, blunt fingered and marked with scars on the knuckles and calluses on the palms and fingers. Experienced hands, used to hard work, fighting and making her scream his name while shattering again and again into oblivion.
She placed a kiss on each of his palms in turn.
"Lie back and enjoy, Wyatt." She purred his first name.
He chuckled but lay back down. DG still held his hands and she reached over his head to place them on the headboard, where she had used the cuffs. "Just you, Tin Man. No restraint but your own. You think you can do that? Think you can hold on while I take my time with you?"
"I can try." His voice had already taken on that deeper rumble and his pupils were dilating and his eyes took in her body as she sat on top of him.
Oh goodie. Compromise was a lovely thing.
DG scooted forward again, rubbing herself against him. It was a tease for both of them.
If what she felt at her rear was any indication she had his interest.
Now here was where she didn't know how to start. She had a whole Wyatt Buffet spread out before her. Well, appetizers would be a good start, and why not Cain's favorite?
Leaning forward she let her pebbled nipples just barely graze her Tin Man's chest. Hers just dancing over his. The hair there adding to the tease for her, tickling in a way that had little to do with laughter. She smiled as he inhaled, trying to bring in more contact.
She had mercy as she leaned down further, pressing her breasts against his muscled chest before moving in to plant a kiss on Wyatt's lips. A soft brush of lips on lips. He started to raise his head to lean into the kiss but she backed away, shaking her head.
"My dance, I lead." She pressed a kiss to his forehead, then tiny, fluttering ones over his eyelids, along his cheekbones then his stubborn jaw line.
When she pressed her lips to his again she took her time before delicately tracing the seam of his lips with her tongue. Teasing, testing, He was quick to open to her, but made her come inside. She just stroked the tip of his tongue with her own. A taste for both of them. She had planned on just a quick taste, but he groaned into her mouth. She met his passion with her own, they were devouring one another.
Her hands slipped into his hair and her nails scraped along his scalp, causing another groan.
Reluctantly she pulled back. She felt the heat pool further in her belly as he licked his lips, as if wanting to take in every trace of her kiss.
She reached up to place her hands over his and stroke his arms, down to his shoulders even as she nuzzled under his chin. She felt quite seductive and powerful when Wyatt leaned his head back to give her better access. She chuckled a bit as her tongue swirled over his throat and nipped very gently at his pulse. He was tense from holding on and the tendon connecting his neck to his shoulder stood out. She scraped her teeth over it as the fingers of her left hand stroked the scar on Cain's bicep. The one he had gotten during the eclipse.
She followed the tendon over his smooth shoulder, tasting the salt of Wyatt's skin, the taughtness of his muscles. And feeling those muscles tense and flex along his stomach certainly had an effect on her as she straddled him. She pressed her core down a bit more firmly and teased her breasts with the curls on his chest as she pressed them against him as well, rubbing like a cat.
She felt something primal and sensual rise up through her. She felt decadent and desirable.
"You're quite the tease there, Deeg." Oooh, the low rumble. She felt it through his chest, all that need and hunger just for her.
"Mmmm… and don't you just love it. I bet your gonna plan all sorts of ways to pay me back." She scooted back a bit, until she felt his manhood at full staff against her bottom.
She loved when he talked all seductive and sexual. Just maybe…
"Can you feel how wet I am for you, baby? Down your rather delicious stomach. I bet you do." She ground herself against him and allowed the moan that rose up in her to escape.
His muscles tightened again. Oh yeah, he liked that. His hands on the headboard were white knuckled. She bet it was taking all he had not to grab her by the waist and guide her. Bossy man. Or maybe he just longed to touch her, to run his hands over her. Now that was a nice thought.
"And I didn't even have to touch you." He half smirked.
Arrogant.
Her palms ran over his firm chest and her fingertips traced the sculpted muscles there. He had wonderfully defined chest. She bet he was in better shape than most guys her age. Her fingernails scraped over his nipples and he hissed, arching up a bit.
"I love to touch you, Wyatt. Your skin is so hot, and I feel goosebumps rise when something's just right. It feels so good sliding against my own." She leaned down again. "But I like tasting you just as much. You taste so good, Cain."
He groaned and his entire body shuddered. "You're killing me."
"But what a way to go." She let her tongue circle one flat, male nipple, feeling it bud, much like her own did. She lapped at it experimentally, and feeling his reaction even as she heard his gasp, she scraped her teeth over it then sucked on his skin.
"God, Deeg. I need to touch you." Wyatt growled. She loved growly Wyatt.
She pulled back and looked into his face. Tense, but in a good way now. His eyes were so dark with arousal. "Not yet, big boy. I get to have fun, remember. And while this is my own personal Disneyland, I haven't enjoyed all the rides yet."
Oh a fire was already started in her, and she stoked it for both of them. She rose up and moved backward, just brushing his erection with her folds before sitting on his thighs. She bent back to work, pressing kisses along his ribs, her tongue traced along the crease of his hip. She knew her hair was tickling him, brushing over his manhood.
Cain was breathing hard now. "Damn right there will be payback, Darlin'. This is cruel and unusual."
She paused to lay her cheek on his upper thigh, looking at him. He was hard, thick and uncircumcised. She reached out to wrap her hand around him, soft skin over such hardness.
"Fuck. DG." He hissed and arched off the bed.
"Eventually." She promised with a smile he couldn't see.
She could feel his throbbing pulse along the underside, and she let go to trace her fingers along that vein. Wyatt arched up again. Her hand slipped around to cup his sacs, feeling their weight against her fingers and she rose to taste the fluid starting to bead at the tip of him.
It was bitter, a bit thicker than she had expected. She swirled her tongue around him before taking the tip into her mouth and applying suction.
He almost cleared the bed, every muscle straining and she had to move back.
"DG," his voice was full of warning. But his hands remained holding the headboard. She was pretty sure the wood would have finger indentations.
"Do you want something, Tin Man?" She sat up, looking into his eyes.
"You know what I want." Clenched teeth. He really was at the end of his rope.
"I can take a guess. I suppose you've earned it." DG murmured.
She rose to her knees and knee walked forward. Taking him in hand once more she guided him where she wanted and slowly sank down onto him. She savored the feeling of fullness slowly moving up inside her.
Wyatt Cain groaned. "I don't think I can take this."
Using her knees and thighs she rose again, then let herself down once more.
"You can let go, baby. I've had most of my fun." DG grinned. "Riding the Carousal was always the best part of any fun park."
Cain let go at once and his hands moved to her waist, but slid up her ribs to cup her breast, teasing them with his palms. He was biting his bottom lip and gasping with each rise and fall of DG's body. Once he'd gathered himself he looked into her face. "I don't have a clue what you just said."
"I'll explain later." She was gasping, herself. Oh, she had become so aroused in arousing him. Riding him was torture as she tried to hold back.
He sat up, making her downward thrust shallower. She mewl and pouted, but found that in this position they were of equal height.
"You are gonna pay for every minute of that." He promised.
"Yay, me." She grinned.
His hand moved to the back of her head, pulling her in for another deep, hungry kiss as his other hand slipped between them to hasten her along.
They worked together now to reach the same point. Both climbing higher and higher so that it didn't take long before stars exploded behind DG's eyes. She felt the waves rippling through her as she clenched, hard, around him.
Wyatt threw his head back as she felt him come along for the ride with her.
Both of them were out of breath, sweaty and just about unable to move. They were pretty much propping one another up as aftershocks rippled through them.
"I don't think I can move." DG muttered against Cain's neck.
"Well, I know that feeling." Was muttered unto her shoulder.
"So… payback, huh?"
"Mmm… about that entertainment…"