© ItalRT4u, 2012

     A second week had come and gone since my abduction and still, there wasn’t a word on this pending war of ours.  I’ve always been the one that acted out impulsively; the one to act out first.  I had met with multiple influential people in the Fae world; note that they were all on our side.  None of the heads from the other factions had been willing to discuss a peaceful end to this quarrel that had been going on for centuries.  I knew that it was pointless, yet bound with determination I had to at least try.  It seemed like as valiant as our attempts at a peaceful outcome were made, we found ourselves slowly inching toward this war everyone’s thoughts had been consumed by.  We were waiting for the other shoe to drop, or so to speak.

     After Cane’s revelations last weekend, I hadn’t known what to do other than indulge him and give him the time he needed; the time he thought I had needed.  Not once did I ever imagine that he would blame himself for my kidnapping and I certainly didn’t expect him to think I had been raped but then again, the scene he walked in on didn’t leave much in possibility of what had been going on, to the imagination.  It did explain a lot about this whole ‘let’s not rush into things’ mentality he had since my rescue.  With that said we had managed to break past certain barriers; working to the degree of intimacy that we once had shared; granted, things were progressing slower this time around compared to how we had initially gotten started – I can honestly say that I was happy and made sure that he knew that not one bit of what had happened was his fault.  I mean, he tried to get us out of there; it wasn’t his fault in the least and he did save me – for all intents and purposes, this man of mine was my knight in shining armor and I was hell bent on making him see himself through my eyes.

     I was taking my morning shower when I felt the most wonderful sensation coming over me.  The feel of hands over my body made me release a deep guttural moan, as I enjoyed the tantalizing of every single inch of my skin, and the caressing of that ever so delicate spot below my ear.  Arching my back and closing my eyes, I cherished the feel of the invisible hands that knew exactly what to do to build up this raging ball of fire that threatened to turn my insides into molten lava.  As the shower water began to cool, the clashing difference of my elevated body temperature against the cold water that rained down over my body made me shiver in anticipation of my pending eruption.  Imagine my less than delightful surprise when these sensations came to a screeching halt; leaving me with a longing for a blissful release that never came.  

     Why?  Who teases with no intention to please? 

     I let out a sexually frustrated growl which only generated a boisterous manly laugh on the other side of the bathroom door. 

     That’s it! 

     I was going to have my way once and for all with him.  I didn’t care if I had to tie him up while he slept, beg and plead, heck, maybe I should just get him drunk; regardless, he was in for it and before the day’s end!  Turning the water off and leaving the shower stall, I proceeded to dry myself off, wrapping the towel around my underwear-clad body and my mind immediately went to work, making sure that my link to Cane remained shut as I devised a plan.  I couldn’t help the smirk on my face, satisfied of my deviousness as I walked out into the bedroom, Cane standing there, shirtless and in his boxers, a playful smile reaching up to his eyes. 

     Oh, you’re in trouble!  I thought to myself.

     Turning away from him and standing facing the closet, I was picking out my day’s outfit when I felt his warm body against my back.

     “I love,” his lips made contact with the top of my shoulder; “that look,” he trailed another kiss up to my lower neck; “you get” another kiss towards that sweet soft spot below my ear; “when I get you” this time, he nipped at that same soft spot before turning me to face him; “all hot and bothered.”  He finished with the pièce de résistance which was the most sensual kiss I had felt from him in weeks that made my knees buckle and him groan as he caught and lifted me by palming my butt; making me gasp in the process and incidentally giving him access to explore the depths and warmth of my mouth.  Needless to say, I stood there in my underwear, forgetting about the clothes I was attempting to get dressed in.

     After a delightful makeout session on our bed, and much to my dismay, Cane tried to exit the bed to his own detriment – again with stopping this whole thing before anything progressed. 

     “Where do you think you’re going?”  I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down, where I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let my fingers play with the hair at the back of his head as his body covered mine once more.

     “Breakfast.”  He kissed me quickly before propping himself up again, as I let my arms slowly trail off of his body, sending visible shivers through him.  I watched as he got dressed in his pyjama bottoms before he paused at the door to take another look at me before he left the room; I hadn’t missed the look of hunger in his eyes and it had nothing to do with food.  I lay there in nothing but my bra and underwear smiling at the remnants of the feel of him all over me, frustration ever so present as always at the lack of release; yet again.

     “I’ll be right back.”  He said.  I couldn’t help the girly giggle that came out of me once he shut the bedroom door behind him.  Despite leaving me frustrated and feeling hungry for more, I still couldn’t help the giddiness whenever we’d physically indulge in one another.  I found myself thinking it would be fun to wreak havoc on Cane’s senses while he was away.  Naughty thoughts weaseled themselves into my head and I began projecting images of what I wanted to do to him through our mind link.  I wondered how much teasing I could inflict upon him before he would crack.  Today would be fun!

     “Payton!”  I heard him growl from the bottom of the stairs; clearly I had hit a nerve.

     “What?”  I asked innocently, through our connection with the most obviously exaggerated tone of innocence I could muster.

     “You’re so in trouble when I get back up there.”  I heard within my head, a heavily lustful undertone present in every word.  I couldn’t help the excitement that already started to build.  I know what you’re thinking – she’s a sex-obsessed nympho.  It’s the succubus in me, I swear!  Honestly, I can’t help it; I’m trying to make up for lost time here – two weeks’ worth to be exact!

     Breakfast had been simple and delicious to say the least; yoghurt and fresh fruit mixed with a bit of granola, not to mention a great cup of coffee on the side to chase our orange juice.  I hadn’t heard any commotion in the house as of yet today and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on; where was everyone?

     “They’re out of town on business for the day.”  He told me with a sly smirk.  My jaw dropped at his revelation.

     “We seriously need to get ourselves a house when this is all over.  I don’t think I like this business of kicking everyone out because we want to pleasure each other.  I should have known there was a reason for that bit while I was in the shower.”  I blurted out guiltily but blushed at the memory of this morning’s earlier series of events.

     “Relax, Sweetheart.”  He laughed quietly as he fed me a piece of strawberry with his fingers; I couldn’t help wrapping my tongue seductively around his fingertips, watching his eyes grow larger with lust with what I had done.  “They had planned this little trip long before I concocted this plan.”

     “And they’ve gone where prey tell?”  I studied his facials.

     “Ah.”  He paused for dramatic effect which made me smile.  “That, my Queen you will find out, all in good time.  All you need to know is that it’s just you and I until tomorrow morning.”  I scrunched up my nose at the mention of my title getting a chuckle from him in return.

     “Well, my King,” I smiled sweetly as his gaze froze to mine; evidently, he hadn’t expected for me to address him as such when he knew full well that it was going to be his title someday.  “What do you recommend we do now that we’ve been left to our devices?”

     Like he had read my mind, we had spent most of the day in bed, watching movies and cuddling with a few tender moments thrown in between – needless to say, I played a few of my suggestive little games but like every other time, it remained fairly PG-13 despite noticing that Cane’s resolve was beginning to melt with each and every session of ours.  I relished in the possibility that I would be found victor and that our carnal thirst would finally be quenched before we rested our heads on our respective pillows tonight.

     I had opted to cook Cane and I a good hearty meal; Italian food was on the menu for dinner – after all, he’ll need the energy later, right?  Now, I’m not a savant when it comes to cooking but the one thing I’ve been told I know how to do fabulously is Italian food.

     Cane had poured us each a glass of Cabernet as I proceeded to finish up with the last minute ingredients, blending them into the sauce as I stirred the pasta.  I reached into the oven to pull out the homemade cheese and seasoned breadsticks I had decided to make; I knew none of this stuff would disappoint.  Dinner was served with soft music in the background approximately ten minutes later.  We opted to sit next to each other at Cane’s suggestion; this man simply couldn’t be close enough and I loved him more for it – what amazed me more is that he still hadn’t cracked under the pressure where sexual intimacy was concerned despite that craving for closeness of his.  Yes, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m slightly obsessed with getting some.

     We had spent the better part of our meal exchanging coy glances, making small talk, sharing a few laughs, and simply enjoying each other’s company.  For dessert, we opted for something simple; vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce.  I was up at the kitchen counter, filling a bowl with the stuff when I felt Cane come up behind me, pulling my body against his as he wrapped his arms around me, and nuzzled that soft spot below my ear which never failed at making my head lean back and opening my neck up to him.  I hadn’t forgotten of his naughty indulgences of this morning that had cut my release so short and for that, I still had a few more tricks up my sleeve.  I turned around in his arms as I still held the spoon that contained a bit of ice cream still stuck to it; Cane’s eyes shimmered playfully.

     “What?”  I inquired only for him to maul the remainder of the ice cream off the spoon, smirking at me as a five year old would once he had successfully snuck a piece of candy without being given permission.  I shook my head at him and grabbed his head pulling his face down to mine for a long deep kiss; the taste of him and ice cream mixing together, driving me insane, and eliciting a moan from me.  The sound of the spoon hitting the tiled floor never phasing us as he held me closer, pushing his body into mine and my arms slowly rubbed their way up from his chest, to his broad shoulders and around his neck. 

     Now, this is dessert!

     Cane had pulled away from me; both our breaths laboured.  I could tell that he was struggling with keeping away; trying to withdraw back into his personal shell; attempting to put a stop before this whole thing got out of hand.  I saw the look of hesitation; but most of all, the look of pain in his eyes.  Don’t get me wrong, the desire was present and if you couldn’t see it in the tension of his gorgeously structured jaw, the swell of his lips, even his eyes, I sure as hell felt it down below as his body remained pressed against mine.

     “Payton.”  He whispered breathlessly.  “I-”  I was bound to make sure that he didn’t finish that sentence – I kissed him hard and aggressively, making sure I poured every ounce of want into him before I pulled away and pressed my forehead to his.

     “I need you right now.”  I whispered a pleading tone in my voice, hoping that my feelings were made clear.

     To say that that was all that it took and he bedded me properly like the man that I knew he was would have been a miracle in it of itself but such was not the case.  To my chagrin, he pulled away flustered, sexually charged, as was I, and turned so all I could see of him was his back, shoulders hunched forward with his head in his hands – a loud sigh escaping his lungs.  He was fighting an internal battle that only he and I knew about; one that kept kicking him down every time I strived for us to re-connect – alright, so it wasn’t just me who strived to regain that connection but at the moment, it sure felt like it.  I tried to fight back the tears that threatened to betray me and when I couldn’t any longer, I turned my back on him and began to straighten up the kitchen, the ice cream all but forgotten – melted, mixing itself in with the chocolate sauce.  Moments later, I had heard the front door open and shut and the roar of a car’s engine revving – Cane had left; no last words, no nothing.

     I finished cleaning the kitchen; I still can’t recall how I managed it all what with the constant pouring of tears that streamed down my face as I worked every soiled surface.  I poured my frustrations, my anger, and my sorrow into every part of the chore even opting at hand washing the dishes instead of using the dishwasher because I just needed something to occupy my brain.  It was only seven thirty but this emotional roller-coaster had reached the end of its track and I had finally given up, accepting my defeat – my rejection.  I headed upstairs and changed into a nighty and crawled into bed after brushing my teeth and washing the day’s grime off of my face; resolving that perhaps sleeping the rest of this miserable day away would be my ticket. 

     Maybe tomorrow will be better.

     I don’t know how long I was out for but I woke up to soft hands wreaking havoc over my body, sending hot licks of electricity which only fuelled this now burning urgency deep within my core.  I tried to ignore it, convincing myself that it was all a dream, but when I felt my body being rolled onto my back slowly, the scent of man and his weight carefully distributed over me I slowly opened my eyes. 

     This definitely isn’t a dream. 

     Those beautiful violet orbs that matched mine were staring back at me with urgent need.

     “I’m so sorry.”  He whispered as he brought his face down to my neck and nuzzled my jaw; and with that, he trailed tantalizing kisses all over me, alternating between kiss and his sweet apologetic words, repeating the pattern over and over until I felt convinced that we were both on the same page for once in the last two weeks.

     With a light push, I rolled Cane onto his back, not once letting my eyes leave his.  My hands acted of their own free will as I straddled his waist, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as he took in my ministrations.  I could feel his arousal pressing more and more urgently into my covered core as I sat myself upright on him, proceeding to slowly pull up on my nighty, teasing him as I revealed inch by inch, my burning skin which ached for him.  I slowly shimmied down his legs and starting from his lips, working my way down, I caressed his heated skin tenderly as I moved down his body; pulling down his boxers, alternating between slight nips, licks, and kisses while my hands started to work their tantalizing magic back up his body, but not before I had weaseled myself out of my lacy briefs.  I fought the urge to speed things up with every pant, breathless moan, and groan that rumbled out of his mouth; I wanted to savour this moment for all it was worth – and repeating this series of events over and over again if I was able to get away with it.

     I lay in Cane’s arms, the scent of sweat and passion mixed between us which only fed us with more energy to continue loving each other repeatedly.  After our third session, daylight was beginning to break and as hard as it may seem to believe, my body was exhausted but my mind, my spirit felt renewed – invigorated.

     “I wish I wasn’t so damn stubborn.” Cane kissed me lightly on my forehead as our arms were wrapped around each other.  I lifted my head and looked up at him, wondering what he was going on about.  “We could have been doing that all day yesterday.”  I couldn’t help the chuckle that came out or the blush that flushed through my entire body.

     Bliss had been rudely interrupted when the main door to the house slammed shut and a thundering set of feet stomped their way hurriedly to the door to our room which slammed open against the wall behind it.  There, in our doorway stood a quite frantic looking Patrick.

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