Out of the Box 5 [On The Edge Series] Page 2

  "Are you ready for more?” he asked when my heartbeat had calmed down.

  I gulped, still a little embarrassed that I had enjoyed so much having him play with both my ass and cunt. “What kind of more?"

  He didn't answer, at least not in words. Instead, he wiggled the plug, making it stretch me a little more in a surprisingly delicious way. Before I knew what I was doing, I had agreed to whatever more he wanted to give me.

  With a gentle touch, he guided me onto my stomach then up on all fours. He pulled the plug out and for a moment, I felt curiously empty. It didn't last, though, not when his cock was nudging my ass, slippery with lube but so much larger than the slim plug. I couldn't help it—I tensed. He didn't say a word, but he rested a hand at the small of my back and rubbed gently in a circle. After a few seconds and a couple of deep breaths, I forced my body to relax. I wanted this, more than I could have expressed in words, and I wasn't going to let a little trepidation stop me from enjoying the experience.

  He slipped in. It was just the tip of his cock at first, thick and hard, immobile, giving me time to adjust to the sensation. I don't know how Anando guessed when I was ready; he thrust in, a tiny thrust, not even an inch, then back, and again, gradually sliding deeper until he was in, all the way inside me. I lost my breath for a moment. The feeling was just incredible. I'd never given this act much thought—never believed I would like it.

  I did like it.

  And then it got better.

  While I was busy trying to get used to these sensations, he had picked up another one of the dildos. I knew which one it was when he reached around my hip to slide it against my folds, then slowly pushed it into my cunt until it was almost all the way in. It stretched me and I could feel every one of the hard nubs scattered on its surface pressing against my inner walls—pressing against his cock, too, through the thin flesh that separated them. A question surged into my mind. Could he feel it, too? Did it feel as amazing to him as it did to me?

  I didn't have time to ask. He let go of the dildo, grabbed my hips with both hands, and started rocking inside me, slow but strong thrusts and smooth pulls back. Every time he pressed in, he bumped against the base of the dildo and it moved, just a little, just enough to accentuate everything I was feeling. I closed my eyes and just let myself float on waves of pure sensations.

  "Tell me, my dearest Virginia...” His words and lips caressed my shoulder, sweeter than sin. “Are you imagining having two cocks inside you? Fucking your lovely cunt and tight little ass?” He punctuated his question with a thrust just a little sharper than the others that pulled a moan from my lips. “One of them is mine, I hope, but what about the other? Who does it belong to? Anyone I know?"

  To tell the truth, I hadn't been imagining anything of the sort, too lost in the pleasure of being so completely filled to even need to add a fantasy to it. Hearing him whisper these naughty questions, however, had images popping into my mind—the blond man Anando had fed from at the bar, or maybe the bartender, Leo, all rippling muscles beneath me while Anando pressed his body tight to my back...

  My climax ripped through me like an earthquake, sudden and growing in intensity until I thought the world would open beneath me and swallow me whole. Every nerve in my body was crying out that it was too much, too good, but asking Anando to stop was beyond anything I could manage.

  He slipped the ribbed dildo out of me and I had just enough time to feel a pang of loss—and a jolt of relief—before he was making me cry out again, thrusting his cock faster inside me now that I was completely relaxed around him. He had both hands on my hips, so tight I was sure they would leave bruises, but I didn't care, couldn't care, not when it all felt so good, not when my orgasm was still rolling through me, a never-ending wave of sensations.

  I think I blacked out then, because the next thing I remember was the wet warmth of a washing cloth cleaning off the sweat from my back before sliding, oh so delicately, over my folds and ass. I was a little sore, but even that gentle a contact made my body twitch with an aftershock of pleasure.

  He trailed kisses over me, one at the back of my knee, one on my hip, one of my shoulder. I turned onto my side to give him access to my face. He placed a peck on my lips, then I felt the bed move as he lay down next to me.

  "You were wonderful,” he murmured.

  I kept my eyes closed, but I'm sure he was watching me when I grinned. “So were you."

  "Is this the kind of fun you had in mind?"

  I felt too languid to try to put words together and say that, as always, our playtime had gone beyond anything I had imagined or expected. So I just let out a simple, contented “Yes.” Anando, however, didn't seem to have as much trouble being coherent, and from the tone of his voice, he was enjoying teasing me.

  "We didn't use all the toys you had picked up, though."

  "'Nother time."

  He chuckled. “So, there will be another time? I guess this was what you wanted, then. We didn't go beyond what was acceptable, did we?"

  I cracked an eye open. Sure enough, his expression was pure deviousness. At least it was good to know he had not found my requests off-putting.

  "No, we didn't.” I stretched my arms over my head. It was my turn to feel devious when his eyes widened a little as they ran over my body in a chaste caress. I closed my eyes again, keeping his expression of hunger and lust at the forefront of my thoughts. With just a single look, he made me feel like the sexiest, most desirable woman in the world. That feeling gave me—and still does—a powerful rush. I guess that's only another part of the attraction, of the hold Anando has on me.

  "Do you want me to call you a cab?"

  I wanted to say yes. I should have said yes. According to the rules I had laid out myself, I should have gone home right away, shouldn't I? And yet, I made a small, negative noise in my throat and rolled onto my side toward him.

  "In a little while. ‘M not sure I could walk right now."

  He laughed, a low, deep, rich laugh that sounded like the rumbling of a big cat and curled tendrils of warmth and want around my body again. I reached out blindly and rested my hand on his shoulder, then slid it down to rest at the crook of his arm. The cool, soft skin beneath my fingers made me crave more contact. In a minute, I would caress him, and start playing again. In just a minute.

  I fell asleep.

  It was the last thing I should have done, the last thing I wanted, but I did. In retrospect, I think it would have been hard for me not to fall asleep. I felt so good, so warm and comfortable...

  I only woke up hours later, curled around Anando. I pulled away as gently as I could, trying not to disrupt his sleep, and dressed in the dark. Shoes in hand, I tiptoed out of the room. I had left my small purse in the entrance. My cell phone was inside. I pressed the preset number and called a cab from an all-night service.

  I was just slipping the phone back in my purse when the light from the bedroom turned on. Anando padded out, wearing only drawstring pajama bottoms.

  "Do you need a ride?” he asked, his voice a sleepy rumble.

  I didn't have the heart to remind him he shouldn't have offered.

  "I don't, thank you. A cab is picking me up in a few minutes."

  He nodded. Slowly enough that I could have moved out of his reach, he raised his right hand and brushed a few strands of hair away from my face before pulling back.

  "I'm glad you came back to the club,” he said, very low. “Is it against the rules to say I hope you'll return soon?"

  It probably was, but I shook my head. He moved closer to me, until there were just inches between us.

  "How about kissing you goodbye?” he asked, even quieter now. “Is that allowed?"

  He didn't wait for me to answer, which is probably good since I don't know what I would have said. He leaned in and covered my mouth with his, gently pressing for a second before his tongue slipped in to meet mine. His arms embraced me, pulling me closer. I rested my hands at his waist and let myself melt against him. The kis
s we shared was slow, lazy, the kiss of two satisfied lovers who were just drawing out their closeness a little longer.

  It wouldn't have taken much for me to follow him back to bed. I think he was going to ask when he gently ended the kiss and nuzzled my hair. I forestalled what would have been a really bad idea by pulling away from him. My whole body protested at the loss of contact, but I knew I had to go.

  "My cab...” I said, apologetic.

  He gave me a small smile. “Yes, you should go.” He kissed my cheek. “Goodbye, Virginia."

  Part of me wishes he hadn't awakened to send me away. It would have been easier, certainly, to leave without goodbyes and regrets of what could have happened if I had stayed a little longer. Still, I can't manage to be upset that we didn't hold up our boundaries until the end—because that kiss definitely broke them down. If nothing else, I liked knowing he was behind the drawn curtain and watching me until the cab arrived. It made me feel safe, at least physically. Emotionally, this new encounter left me ... confused, I guess, is the best word.

  We agreed to ground rules to keep our relationship purely sexual, but really, what would we do differently if we both wanted to make it more meaningful?

  I'm scared, my Lady. Scared I will get burned even more badly than I already have been. At the same time, though, there's something I have no doubts about, something I have known since he said he wanted me to come back, since he kissed me goodbye. No, I knew it since he asked me to dance.

  I probably shouldn't, but I will see Anando again.

  + The End

  About the Author:

  Kallysten is a French citizen whose most exciting accomplishment to date was to cross a few thousand miles and an ocean to pursue (and catch!) the love of her life. She has been writing for almost fifteen years, and always enjoyed sharing her stories and listening to the readers’ reactions. After playing with science fiction, short stories, poetry and fanfiction, she is now trying her hand, heart and words at paranormal romance novels.

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  Other stories in this series available at Alinar Publishing:

  Out of the Box

  When she walked into the club, all Virginia wanted was to satisfy her curiosity about vampires—and about being bitten. But when Anando reached out to her and asked her what games she wanted to play, he opened the Pandora box and Virginia found answers to questions she had never thought to ask.

  + Out of the Box 2

  Virginia tried to stay away from On The Edge, yet in the end, she returns to the club—and to her lover, vampire Anando. She's determined to keep things under control this time, and she knows what to choose in his toy box to hold on to her decision. But the innocent game she expected sets her body ablaze with passion, and letting go might just be too hard to resist.

  + Out of the Box 3

  When she last saw vampire Anando, Virginia was helpless to refuse him anything, not even his request that she return to him. Once again, she is ready to follow his lead, despite her fear that she is losing herself in his control—until he gives her back more control than she ever knew she wanted.

  + Out of the Box 4

  Virginia wanted only one thing from vampire Anando—pleasure—and he offered it to her in ways she had never experienced before meeting him. However, when their casual relationship slowly transforms to include gifts, dinners and dates, they might both discover something they weren't expecting, or even ready for.

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