Authors: Maya DeLeina
She’d wanted to explore the house and retrieve her belongings from her house from the alternate entrance Steffan mentioned earlier, but all of her thoughts were consumed with making love to Steffan.
“Don’t worry, we will definitely do more than just explore every inch of your new home,” Steffan said in response.
“You heard what I was thinking?”
“It was very faint, but yes, the first phase is starting.”
“Steffan, I don’t know what to expect from this bonding time. I mean, how far will our cravings extend?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not used to a man who can go more than once in a day. I was in the typical routine of once a week that slowly turned to once a month, if I was lucky. I…I don’t know if I can keep up.”
The mirror captured all of her emotions, her reservations about being inadequate as a lover and a twinge of envy of all the other women who had already experienced this with Steffan.
Steffan folded his arms around Anya’s waist and pulled her body close to him. His eyes were full of desire and enraptured Anya as he whispered in her ear.
“
Cariad,
you must know that I was never this way with the other women. I am entirely a different lover with you.
We are like a drug to each other. This bonding process is new to me as well. Let’s just see where this takes us, and I’m sure our bodies will be able to sustain our needs.”
Anya watched the image of Steffan reflecting back at her. He reached into his right pocket and stretched her hand in front of her with his left hand.
“Anya. You are my love, my partner and companion.” Steffan slipped a ring on Anya’s left ring finger.
It was a perfect fit.
Anya’s eyes were wide in astonishment and slowly filled with tears. “Steffan!” She raised her hand to examine the ring. The band was an
intricate and endless weave pattern that led to a princess-cut diamond that sat high in a Tiffany setting.
“This is the same pattern of your tattoo!”
“Yes. It symbolizes karma, a reminder that we are all bound to a destiny and to follow the path of our enlightenment.” Steffan laid out his matching band in Anya’s right hand. “Anya, will you do me the honor?”
Anya slipped the band on Steffan’s left ring finger. “Steffan. You’re my love, my partner and companion.”
“My love, it’s time for you to concentrate on your mate’s touch.”
Steffan bent down to retrieve the black scarf and fixed it gently around Anya’s eyes. He moved in front of her and circled her nipples with his tongue. Anya fisted his hair in her hands as she drew in deeper breaths. He planted kisses down her rib cage that set her into a full-blown tremble as he kneeled in front of her and slowly removed her long, white skirt. She stood shaking in the middle of the skirt’s pooled material surrounding her feet. Steffan ran his hands up and down each side of her. He traced the lace fabric of her thong with his tongue. In one feral move, he bit through the material, revealing her needful and wet pussy. Anya gasped as Steffan lifted her naked body and sat her down on the chaise lounge. He laid her back as he buried his head between her legs.
“Oh my god, Steffan!”
Anya panted and was in absolute ecstasy from Steffan’s unyielding exploration with his tongue. She concentrated on the sensation of his flickering movements and gasped when his long fingers entered her. He delved into her in a rhythmic pattern. Anya’s toes curled as the fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach ran down to her pelvis.
“What do you want, my love? Tell me,” Steffan growled from between her legs.
“I–I want…” Anya was exasperated, unable to form a coherent thought.
Steffan thrust his fingers into her harder and faster as he sucked on her clit.
“Tell me, what do you want?”
“I want you!” Anya managed to voice through her ragged breath.
“You already have me.”
“No! I want you…inside me!” Anya begged.
“Patience, Anya,” Steffan whispered.
Anya was quiet in response.
The blindfold and his teasing amplified the moment. The pleasure Steffan was giving her was unmistakable, but the experience of being controlled sexually made her lose all sense of reality.
Soon, the delicious rapture began.
Anya’s muscles were engaging like fiery pistons. Her heat stirred deep in her belly and the numbing tremble in her body started to rise. Her sweet release was just around the corner.
“Steffan!” Anya cried out as she climaxed in front of him. It was a new experience. Her eyes were shielded—she couldn’t see Steffan to gauge his reaction in the moment. It forced her to focus on her body alone, relish each euphoric sensation and allow herself to delve deep into the blissful journey.
Steffan’s fingers retracted from her pussy, leaving her empty and void. Then, she felt his hand wrap around her forearm, gently pulling and directing her to a seated position.
“Taste,” Steffan said, slipping his glistening fingers into Anya’s mouth.
He shared in her sweetness as he dipped his tongue into her mouth and lapped at the traces of her on his fingers. Anya and Steffan hungrily feasted on each other, a lustful display of raw emotions. Anya moaned in delight. The sensation of her mouth being devoured by his was pure bliss. He licked, sucked, and nibbled on her like no man ever did.
Then, abruptly, Steffan stopped. He pulled his lips and fingers from her mouth.
All was silent. All was still
The sound of his zipper being undone broke the silence. Suddenly, the soft, velvet-like tip of his cock traced her lips.
“Taste,” Steffan commanded.
Anya opened her mouth and took Steffan’s cock as he released a deep moan. She concentrated on the feel of every ridge and every vein with her tongue. He tasted salty. She felt him pulsating as he plunged deeper and faster into her mouth.
Steffan’s heavy hand splayed the back of her head. He drew her in, demanding her to take in as much of his length she could. Receiving him with some effort, Anya gripped his bare ass to steady herself.
“Anya, I need you to see me.”
Steffan tore the scarf from Anya’s eyes. He reached under her legs and lifted her from the chaise. “Hang on to me,” he said in a breathless growl.
Anya wrapped her arms around Steffan’s neck as he positioned himself at her opening. In one needful move, he pulled Anya to him, filling her instantly.
They both groaned in ecstasy.
Steffan stood tall, a very muscular and commanding presence as he moved Anya’s body up and down his engorged shaft.
“Anya, Anya, Anya.” Steffan panted in a lustful fit.
He slowed his thrusts and moved toward the wall. He pinned her back to the wall and ground intensely into her. Noises of pleasure filled the room with a delectable melody. Uninhibited, Anya allowed herself to be as vocal as Steffan. She wanted him to hear her losing control.
“Give it to me, Steffan. I want to feel you come inside me!”
Steffan growled as his red eyes penetrated right through her. He moved from the wall to the floor mirror and deposited her on the ground.
“I want you to see me as I come.” He positioned her for the moment, placing her on all fours as he took his place behind her. “Hold on to the mirror and do not take your eyes off of me.”
Steffan thrust hard into her.
Anya screamed in delight.
He ground his fingers into her hips as he took her. Consumed in the throes of lovemaking, Steffan snaked his fingers through her long hair and pulled.
In the reflection, Anya watched her breasts shake and swirl with intensity with each of Steffan’s needful thrusts.
“I’m coming!” Steffan screamed.
He pounded away. One, two, three.
He spilled his hot release deep into Anya.
* * * *
In a darkened corner, Ryan stood shielded, watching the lovers’ exchange in its entirety. Steffan did not detect him. Neither Steffan nor Anya noticed that the tunnel entry had been left open as they passed the dining room.
They had no indication Ryan was roaming the house.
Ryan felt his eyes burning at their display of affection. His blood boiled. Anya was the exotic beauty he’d imagined, and she had nothing but absolute love for Steffan. None of his women ever looked at him the way Anya looked at Steffan. None of his women ever said the things Anya said to Steffan.
If Anise were still alive, would he have what Steffan had? Had Anise been just as beautiful and loving as Anya?
Anger, jealousy, and envy enveloped Ryan as he slipped out of the darkened corner and exited the bedroom. He made his way back to the tunnel entrance and carefully returned the room to its formal dining setting.
* * * *
They remained on the floor, looking up at the ceiling, trying to catch their breath.
“Good lord, I’ve never had sex standing up before. That was absolutely…erotic! I don’t know how else to describe it. You’re so strong. Oh my god, these arms, your chest…” Anya said as she traced each body part. “I feel amazing when I’m dominated by you. I love your body.”
Steffan laughed.
“I’m glad you like my body. It’s yours for a very, very long time. And the standing position is very good. But we have a lot more to explore to see if there’s anything else that comes close to that.”
“That we do!” Anya lifted up on Steffan’s chest. “Can we get some of my things? The suspense of what you need to show me is killing me!”
“Absolutely, darling.”
They dressed quickly, and Steffan led them to the dining room.
He punched in the code. “By the way, you’ll need the code to access this. It is 1917.”
“Your death?”
“I like to think of it as my birth.”
The wall gave way, uncovering a secret passage. A faint light highlighted the earthy walls. While it was quite dark, the walls had a glistening sheen from the water that seemed to seep through.
Anya stepped in closer. She moved cautiously as she noticed the ground gave way to what seemed like an endless pit. “What is this?”
“All the homes here in Ambrose Heights are connected by this underground system.”
“No way! So my house has a secret passage hidden in the walls as well?”
Steffan nodded.
“Did you or anyone ever enter my house without me knowing?”
“No. I would never do that, and I would not allow anyone else to do it. You were safe and unwatched.” Steffan pressed a button buried deep in the wall. A rattling noise from below sounded and lights began to flicker to wash the area with light. Steffan took a step into the passage and reached for Anya’s hand.
From the darkened depth, an elevator appeared.
Anya gasped.
“Don’t be afraid, my love, come with me,” Steffan said in a soothing tone.
“Is this operationally safe?” Anya asked with hesitation. The elevator wasn’t quite like the ones that would be in a pristine hotel or office building. It was rustic to say the least, a worn metal floor with an open, cage-like surrounding. If anything, it looked like something that was built for an old mine shaft.