Chapter One Hundred Forty-five

It was almost perfect bliss as far as Anton was concerned.

They had broken in the tub, which was more of an indoor jacuzzi, thoroughly. Now they were both were lazily soaking in it. Anton had his arms resting on the edge out of the water, Bryn a solid weight against his chest. There was only one thing that was marring his contentment. "Well, my dear. I hate to say I wasn't thinking. I should have had some of that champagne in reach here instead of in the other room."

Bryn smiled absently, her mind elsewhere. Something about her conversation with her mother earlier that evening was still bothering her. It hadn't at all surprised her that her mother didn't want to talk about her abduction. Avoidance was Bernadette's specialty. And Bryn didn't want to follow in her footsteps. She couldn't keep things from Anton anymore. No matter how painful it was to discuss.

"I'm ready to tell you now...about that night I was taken."

That was the last thing that Anton had expected her to say. "Are you sure, Bryn?" he asked as he ran his finger over the side of her arm. Anton had hoped that she would eventually talk to him about it, but didn't expect her to bring it up so soon. "Would you like to do it here, or do you want to dry off and get into bed first?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to move. Not yet." Swallowing heavily, she settled her cheek against his chest, needing to hear his heart beat as she spoke. "We were out in that field, and it was so cold. I remember it was almost painful against my skin. I don't know why I wanted to camp outside when it was so cold, but I wanted to be with John." She licked her lips, skipping ahead a bit. "When I first saw the light, I already knew something was wrong. The water in the creek was warm. Almost hot. And it was eerily silent out there. I was knocked back in the water, and I must have passed out. The next time I woke up, John was gone and I was all alone. I couldn't breathe. I was in water, in some sort of box...like an aquarium. It covered me completely and there was no way I could get to any air. The--" Her voice broke, as if she was experiencing the loss of breath now. "The water was thick, like gelatin, and soon I couldn't hold my breath any longer. I sucked it in to my lungs, and it burned so bad. I kept thinking that I would die...kept waiting to die because I couldn't breathe. But it wouldn't happen. I just kept choking on this stuff and trying to get free from it."

Anton wrapped his arms around her, tightly enough to reassure her, but hopefully not tight enough to make her feel trapped. This was clearly upsetting her, and she wanted to keep her speaking, to let her purge this from her soul. "What happened next, Bryn?"

"It felt like I was in there forever. My nightgown was gone. I remember trying to cover myself when they came for me. They...looked like ordinary men. Like some strange men had kidnapped me. They grabbed me hard to keep me from struggling, and dragged me out of that water. I could finally breathe, but the air was so thin. Every time I took a breath, my head pounded. And it was cold again, as cold as it had been outside." She closed her eyes, shivering slightly despite the warm water surrounding them. "They took me to a bright room and put me on a table. They pulled my hands and legs to the sides and when they let go, I couldn't move anymore. I was awake, but I couldn't move or speak. I could only watch them. They examined me like at a doctor...but it hurt. They cut me. I could see their hands moving inside me, but there wasn't any blood. I couldn't cry out when they hurt me. I didn't know what they were doing. And when they were done, my skin looked normal, like they'd never cut me at all. But I saw it, and I felt it."

Anton continued to stroke her as she told her story. He had a hard time believing in aliens, but listening to Bryn, it was easy to believe. She was too frightened, too hurt, for this to be anything but the truth. And it just crossed his mind that although it was warm, in the tub surrounded by water might not be the best place to talk about this. But he decided to let her keep talking without bringing it up. Reassuringly, he kissed her forehead. "How long were you... examined?"

She sucked in a shuddering breath, blinking away moisture. "Too long. They spoke to me...in my head. Their mouths never moved, but I could hear them. They told me not to be afraid, that they were doing good to me. And when it was over, I was so relieved that I almost didn't fight going back in to the water. I was so scared of it, but I was so exhausted. They told me it was for my safety. That I wouldn't survive the trip without it. I didn't know where we were going. I wanted so badly to go home. It felt like forever I was in there, still not able to breathe. And then I was outside again. I was all alone, and it was raining. It was so cold, but I couldn't move. I was so weak. And so hungry. When they found me, they said I'd been gone a long time, and that I must never have eaten or drank anything. I was almost dead...but no one believed what I told them. I didn't have a cut or scar on me."

He pulled her tighter against his torso. Anton pressed his lips to the top of her head. The fear and the pain was clear in her voice, and he wished he could make it go away completely. But he could, at the very least, try to soothe it. "I believe you, Bryn."

She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, squeezing herself to him. Shedding silent tears, she clung to him and tried to forget. It was why she feared the dark, and being covered in water. It was why she feared that everyone would think she was a liar. And it felt so good to hear him say he believed. "I love you, Anton."

"I love you too, Bryn." Anton said. He tilted her chin up so she was looking into his eyes. "And I am so proud of you for telling me this. I only hope that I can help you to continue to heal." Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her forehead lightly, and then to hers.

She pushed up to meet his mouth more firmly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It was stupid of me to wait. Even if it was painful...the anticipation of telling you was far worse than actually doing it."

"But you did tell me. That's the important thing." Anton squeezed her reassuringly, keeping her close to his chest. "And I want you to feel that you can tell me more if there are other things that you remember." He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. "Is this the most you've ever talked to anyone about it?"

She nodded, shivering again. "I tried to tell them more at the time, but they didn't want to hear it. And after a while, I didn't want to tell anymore."

He gently stroked her arm and back, trying to reassure her. "If you ever need to talk to anyone about it, I'm here, Bryn." He kissed her again. "I know it wasn't easy to tell me. And that I wasn't open to the possibility at first. But something did happen to you that night. And I believe that you are telling the truth."

She looked up at him, her eyes moist. "Why? Why do you believe me when everyone else didn't?"

Anton thought about it for a moment before answering. "Maybe it's because I'm farther away from the situation, that I wasn't there when it happened." He gently continued to stroke her arm and back. "Or maybe, it's I have more faith in you."

She nodded slowly, biting her lip. "I think you do, too." She kissed his chin softly. "It's getting cold in here."

"Okay." he said. Anton slowly shifted his arms around her in order to lift her out of the jacuzzi. Setting her on her feet, Anton wrapped her in a towel. After drying himself off, he lifted her again and slowly carried her to the bedroom.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Bryn relished being held as she tried to get rid of the chill in her bones. She knew it wouldn't be long before he had her feeling better. He could always be counted on for that.

Anton lowered her onto the bed, climbing in afterwards. Cuddling in close, he pulled the blankets around them, creating a cocoon of warmth. He kissed her forehead as he pushed her slightly damp hair away from her eyes.

Snuggling closer to him, she tangled her legs with his and hugged him tightly. she nuzzled his neck, kissing his skin again. "I'm sorry I ruined the mood. I wanted this weekend to be fun and sexy."

"It's not your fault, my dear." He kissed the bridge of her nose. "I think it was important that you have a chance to talk and get it out." He pulled back enough to look at her. "Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so. But I will, if I think of anything."

"Okay." Anton kissed her lips lightly. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you?"

"Make love to me?" she asked, softly.

"Of course," he said. His hand stroked her once more as he gently nuzzled her cheek. "Do you want me to be on top?"

"Yes. You make me feel safe. I've always loved that about you."

Anton smiled as he bent to kiss her neck. "My dear, have you ever found it odd that a big, bad vampire is what makes you safe?"

"A little bit, I guess. Especially now that I am one." She gave him a soft smile in return. "But I know you'd never hurt me. And I haven't been able to say that about many other people."

Anton kissed her neck as his hand gently slid down her shoulder to cup her breast. "And I promise you, my dear. I will never hurt you. I will always protect you."

"I know." Turning her head, she gently met his lips as her hands slid over his back. Her kisses grew a bit more searching and insistent as her boldness returned, until before long she was nipping at his lips.

Anton felt her relax beneath him, and his smile grew wider. The hand cupping her breast squeezed lightly. His tongue slipped between her lips to tangle with hers as his thumb lightly stroked over her nipple.

Shivering lightly under his touch, she wrapped herself around him and kissed him deeply. He still tasted of chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne, two flavors that were much better when shared. LIfting her legs up higher, she wrapped them around his waist and settled her calves on his firm ass.

Hoping that the shiver was from desire and not from fear, Anton reached behind himself to caress her thigh and calf. His fingers traced her shapely leg as his hips settled against hers. Lifting up, he looked into her eyes, making certain there was no fear there as he let his cock sink into her.

Moaning, she pushed her hips up to meet his, moving him as deep as possible. Watching him begin to move over her, she realized she was no longer cold. In fact, she was far from it. And she kissed him aggressively as she moved with him.

His rhythm matched their kisses, aggressive but not rapid. Each movement was to be savored and enjoyed. This was the Bryn he knew, the one who fearlessly challenged him in their bed. And he enjoyed fulfilling those challenges.

Sucking at his tongue and lips, she grabbed on to him a little tighter. His thrusts were deliciously hard, yet teasingly remained just a bit too slow for her liking. Still, she had to admit he was wonderful at working her in to a frenzy.

He recognized how she was grabbing at him, and chuckled around his kiss. Gradually he gave into what she wanted, speeding up the rise and fall of his hips. He also changed their angle slightly, working himself deeper inside of her.

She gasped, shocked by the change in depth. It hadn't seemed like he could get any deeper, but somehow he had and she was nearly breathless. Tilting her head back, she pushed harder against him, meeting his hips with a hard slap, whimpering in anticipation.

He let out a soft grunt with every impact. She was gripping him so tightly, it was a challenge to withdraw. But somehow he managed it with each thrust. He made sure his pubic hair dragged over her clit, adding a tickling sensation.

Groaning, she pushed her ass up in the air even more, twitching with need. She was biting her lip so hard she drew blood. The taste of it, combined with his well-practiced movements sent her spiraling in to orgasm, until she released a sound she'd never heard before.

Anton let out a sharp cry as he exploded deep inside of her. Shuddering, he dropped his weight onto her body, keeping her close within his protective arms. "Bryn," he whispered as he nuzzled a spot on her neck behind her ear.

Panting, she tightened her arms around him and kissed his cheek. It was amazing how much better she felt after making love with him. Her anxiety was completely gone, replaced by a sense of peace and of course exhaustion. Eyes closing, she pulled the blankets up and snuggled tight within them.

Anton let out a contented sigh as he tucked the sheets tightly around her body. She looked much more relaxed, which made him go limp against her body. "I love you, my dear," he whispered against her hair and kissed the tip of her ear.

"I love you, too, sugar. So very, very much. And I'm so lucky to have you." With her whispered words, she nuzzled his jaw before gently sinking her fangs in to his neck, taking a short sip.

Anton let out a soft moan, arching into her love bite. His hands rubbed over her sides and back. He let out another contented sigh as he felt her delicately sip from him.

If she could have purred, she definitely would have been. Kneading his back and ass with both hands, she took several long swallows before eventually retracting her fangs. Then she tilted her head to the side to offer herself to him.

Anton gently nuzzled her neck, placing light kisses along the length of her throat. Turning his head, he sank his fangs into her tender flesh. He let out a moan at the taste of her rich blood and started to suck lightly.

Her legs moved restlessly against his before wrapping around his hips once more. Oddly, instead of arousing her, his bite was making her even more drowsy. It probably had something to do with the early hour. She was glad they were away from home, at least for a little while. They could sleep in.

Anton gently withdrew his fangs and lapped at the wounds until they healed. He closed his eyes and nuzzled her. "Shall we take a nap, my dear? And after resting, we can order a meal?"

"Mmm. I love the way you think, sugar. And I think I'm gonna order enough food that we won't have to get out of bed again."

With the curtains drawn almost as tight as his arms were around his wife, Anton was resting peacefully. And much to his relief, so was Bryn. He had been afraid that she would have nightmares after telling him about her abduction. But it was if her soul had been purged, at least for this day. And he didn't have to keep one ear open for Max or Katerina. So curled up against his vampire wife, he slept deeply, uninterrupted by children crying for attention.

Warm and incredibly comfortable, Bryn slept with a smile on her face. She was very content, back in the place where they met and fell in love. It was as if that moment she ran away from him never existed. She couldn't possibly be closer. Her naked flesh was pressed so tightly to his it was hard to tell where she ended and he began. And she could have kept on sleeping that way for hours, if not for the annoying ringing of the nearby phone. Groaning, she turned her head away from the night stand and tried to go back to sleep. Hoping the phone would just stop ringing.

Anton let out a low rumble through his nose. He wanted to ignore the phone as well, but his responsible side wouldn't stop nagging him. To make both of them shut up, he rolled onto his back and blindly reached for the phone. After first putting the receiver where the speaker should go, he corrected himself and mumbled a hello into it.

"Good evening, sir." After a moment of silence, he added, just to clarify, "This is Seth."

Anton cracked open an eye to look at the clock radio. It was 6:00 PM, so it did qualify as evening, even though the sun wouldn't be setting for another two hours. Rubbing his temple, Anton yawned again. "What is it, Seth?"

"Well, there are some order forms here that you really should sign off on, seeing as a new shipment will be coming in tomorrow and they'll want to get them on the next truckload. I would have asked Lindy, but she said she's not coming in today, and will be late tomorrow, if at all..."

Anton rubbed his hand over his eyes. "Call her up and fax them to her for approval. As long as there's a signature, they'll accept a copy if you say the originals are to follow in the mail." Lindy could have told him this, and probably had. But he had noticed that Lilith's former assistant only took orders from him when it came to the business.

"Does the hotel where you're staying have a fax machine? I could send them to you instead. I would feel more comfortable doing that, rather than bothering Lindy."

Anton let out a deep sigh. "I wouldn't be able to get the fax for another two hours because the sun is up. And I've told you. While I'm gone, Lindy's in charge. I don't want to be disturbed while I'm on vacation Seth, unless it's an emergency. Such as the warehouse has caught fire, or there's a mudslide at home. Do I make myself clear?"

"Uh...certainly, sir. I will...look for Lindy's fax number. Sorry to have bothered you. Have a good evening."

"Good evening. And by the way, Seth. Don't call me sir." Without another word, Anton hung up the phone. He remained on his back, staring at the ceiling. "I'm half tempted to call Lindy and find out exactly what Seth did to make her chew him out."

Blinking a weary eye open, Bryn grumbled, "What did he want? He's lucky I didn't chew him out, too."

"Something that Lindy could have easily taken care of, my dear," Anton said as he rolled over on his side to face her. "I think he's still getting used to the fact that I don't need someone constantly kowtowing to my every need." A sly smirk crossed his face. "Unless that someone is you."

Her gaze narrowed. "Watch it, buddy. I can easily withhold any kowtowing if I think you have a smart mouth."

Anton opened one eye. "I am sorry my dear. No insult was meant." He snuggled a little closer to her. "Perhaps I should make up by kowtowing to your desires for a while?"

She smiled to herself. He'd definitely backed down from that quickly. And although she'd been teasing him, she said, "Maybe you should."

Anton rolled over on his belly and sat up on his elbows. "In that case, my dear, what are your orders?"

"Oh, you mean now?" She opened her eyes, resigning herself to the fact that they wouldn't be going back to sleep. "Well, I am kind of hungry. And we will need to have plenty of strength tonight. So how about ordering us something to eat?"

"Okay, my dear." Rolling over on his back, Anton picked up the phone and spoke to the front desk. And after a moment of discussion, he hung it up and resumed his former position. "It will be here in a few minutes. Anything else you desire while we wait?"

Stretching until she groaned, Bryn lifted her legs and kicked the covers off with her feet. "Well, you could always help me wake up. I'm sure something invigorating would do the trick."

"Hmmm... maybe a full body massage?" Anton said with a grin. "Although I do have one worry. I don't want to relax you too much and have you fall back asleep."

She gave him a sly smile. "I know certain areas you could massage that would definitely have me wide awake."

Anton's grin echoed her own. "Of course, my dear. Such as your knees." Sitting up, his hands slipped under her legs to trace over the backs of her legs.

She squirmed, hoping he wasn't about to tickle her. "You don't want me to wet the bed, just wake up."

Anton gave a mock shudder. "Yes, ma'am." Bending down low over her, he ran his nose up the line of her neck. He breathed gently into her ear before kissing along her jaw line to find her lips.

Smiling as his mouth met hers, she turned a bit more to face him and wrapped her thigh over his. She plucked at his lips with hers, clutching him close. This was definitely much preferable to being jarred awake by the telephone.

Anton's arms wrapped around her shoulders as he rolled on top of her. With a moan between kisses he settled between her legs. One hand slid up and down her side, his palm barely caressing the curve of her breast.

"Mmmm." Lifting her legs, she cradled him between her thighs and pressed her heels to his ass. Lightly scratching her nails down his back, she sucked at his tongue and gently scored it with her fangs.

Anton's eyes flamed at the taste of his blood. Groaning he sucked back just as hard as his fangs extended, clashing with her own. His hand caressed her breast more firmly before squeezing her tightly.

She moaned sharply, arching in to his grip. Her nipples were tightening to pebbles, poking against his palm. Nipping at his tongue and lips, she tightened her legs around his hips and rolled her pelvis beneath him.

Anton let out a groan as his hips flexed. Pulling back from her mouth, Anton sat back on his knees. He lifted her ass into the air and pushed his cock inside. Almost immediately, he began a fast pace, delivering on her request for something invigorating.

She sucked in a shocked breath, staring down at the place where they joined as he moved like a blur within her. He was moving so hard she was vibrating and she could nothing but hold on and moan in delight. "Oh...God..."

Letting go of her hips, he leaned forward to rest his weight on his elbows. Twisting his forearms, one hand cupped each breast, kneading in time to his thrusts. His eyes never left her face, watching every shift in her expression

Squealing softly, she grabbed behind her knees and kept her legs lifted, loving the angle of his thrusts. She was biting her lip so hard, she thought she just might puncture it. But she didn't care, and wished this could last forever. It felt so incredibly good. She couldn't stop squeezing him.

He let out a low rumble as he continued to thrust into her. It was hard to resist the urge to let go and flood her, but he didn't want this to end yet. His thumbs circled her nipples as his hips sped up more. "God, Bryn..."

Whining briefly, she lifted her hips higher to push him that much deeper. Tilting her head back, she looked at him through silted eyes. "Bite me."

His eyes glowed brighter at her request. Anton leaned closer to run his nose up and down her neck again. His tongue probed at the spot where her pulse pounded the strongest. One fang lightly pressed against her flesh before he shifted his head and sank his teeth into her throat.

She shrieked and jolted under him, immediately clutching him with her hands and sex. She shuddered violently in to orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Anton shuddered at the feel of her squeezing his cock. He let out a ragged snorting breath as he came, shooting deep inside of her. His hips spasmed and then rested heavily against hers. Sharp fangs retracted with a loving lick. "That was wonderful, my dear."

Panting, Bryn sank heavily in to her pillow and closed her eyes. "Beyond...wonderful."

"Ah, but was it invigorating?" Anton asked with a playful smile.

Opening her eyes, she smiled in return. "Well, I'm exhausted...but I'm definitely wide awake."

"Hmm... didn't quite do the job then." Anton tilted his head in mock thought. "And what can I do to help with your exhaustion?"

Before she could answer, a knock sounded on the door. "Oooh, you could get the food! I'm all ready to devour everything in sight." She gave him a smile. "I'll save you for dessert."

"Yes, my dear." Climbing out of bed, Anton pulled on a robe. Instead of letting the bell boy set everything up, Anton took the tray and gave him a big tip to speed him on his way. "Breakfast," he said, carrying the tray back to the bed, "is served."

Bryn sat up, bouncing on the bed. "It smells so good. I'll say one thing, you definitely worked up quite an appetite in me."

With a flourish, Anton pulled the cover off of two steaming plates. The eggs were scrambled to perfection, and the steak still sizzling slightly on the plate. "Eat up, my dear."

Squealing, she hurried forward on her knees and sat down in front of the table. She immediately grabbed a fork and dug in, moaning in delight. "Mmmmmm."

Anton didn't know whether he should be amused or jealous that she had been making similar sounds while they were making love. Settling beside her, he also grabbed a fork and began eating. "Gotta keep my strength up," he said with a wink.

"Yes, you certainly do. Because I'm going to devour you in a way that makes me eating this steak look downright civilized."

Anton let out a half mock shudder. Grinning, though, he began to devour his breakfast quickly, intent on cleaning his plate.

The romantic walk along the beach had been perfect, along with the rest of the weekend. Now that it winding down, they sat in an elegant restaurant, finishing up an expensive dinner and deciding on what to order for dessert. Everything sounded good, but Bryn was contemplating whether they should order it for the table or take it to go.

Glancing over her menu at Anton in his tailored suit, she sucked in a deep breath. [Definitely take-out.]

"What are you going to get?"

Anton frowned as he read over the menu. "I was thinking about the strawberry sponge cake," he said. "I'm in the mood for something fruity at the moment." His eyes strayed from the printed page to his wife. The blue silk fabric used in her tank top and skirt looked absolutely fetching on her. And probably would look even more lovely on the floor puddled around her ankles. With a grin he hoped he hid behind his menu, he asked, "How about you, my dear?"

"Definitely something chocolate, but I can't decide what." She crossed her legs, her foot brushing against his calf deliberately. "Maybe I'll just have to order two. Both the tiramisu and the dark chocolate souffle sound delicious."

"Those do sound delicious." So were the tingles racing up his leg and settling in his groin. There was a devious smile on his face as he decided that turn about was fair play. "Is there something that you would like to do after dinner? A little window shopping perhaps?" As he asked her that, he slipped a foot out of his loafer and ran the top of one sock covered foot against her calf.

She licked her lips, setting down her menu. "Well, actually, I was thinking I'd grab that tie of yours and pull it off your head. Then I'd use it to tie your wrists while I do incredibly nasty things to you."

Anton quirked an eyebrow. The tip of a pink tongue appeared to wet his upper lip at the image her words provoked. "So is it safe to assume that you want dessert to go?"

She grinned widely. "Unless you'd like to showoff for everyone else." Leaning closer, she said, "Something tells me we might get kicked out if we did."

:"That we would," Anton said with an evil grin. He was just about to suggest what they could be doing when the waiter came up and take his order. There was a puzzled pause when Anton requested that the dessert be packaged to go, but the waiter assured him that it could be done. Once they were alone again, Anton grinned at Bryn. "So what other ideas do you have, my dear?"

She was quiet for a moment, thinking. Holding on to his hand, she traced her thumb back and forth over his knuckles. "Actually, I don't think I'm going to tell you. I'll let it be a surprise. But I think you'll like it."

"I look forward to it." He was about to make a few suggestions of his own when the waiter reappeared, their desserts neatly bagged. Leaving sufficient cash for the meal and a tip on the bill, Anton stood up and offered his arm to Bryn. "Shall we, my dear?"

She nodded, standing up and grabbing her purse. Taking his arm, she fell in step beside him, her hip rubbing his as they walked. "How about you, sugar? Do you have any ideas, or are you more content to sit back and take it?"

Anton's grin was wide as stepped outside and strolled along in the moonlight. "I think I'm going to sit back and take it." He then winked at her as they reached the door to the hotel. "But if I get any ideas, I'll be certain to speak up." With that mysterious smirk still on his face, Anton opened the door for her, and then guided her to the elevator.

She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Lazy lech."

"I think I proved this morning that that's not the case." He paused for a moment. "About being lazy at least."

"Uh-huh." She waited for him to pull the room key out of his pocket, her gaze traveling up and down the hallway. As soon as she was sure they were alone, she quietly lowered the zipper on the back of her skirt. And when he had the door open, she let her skirt fall to the floor before stepping inside the suite, leaving him to watch her retreat with her skirt on the toe of his shoe.

Anton stared wide eyed at her bare ass, and the long legs covered in thigh high stockings. Kicking the skirt into the room, he shut the door behind him. "I wish I had known about that at dinner. I would have been playing footsie with you a lot sooner." Stepping up behind her, Anton brushed her hair to one side to kiss her neck. His hands slid down her sides to grab the hem of her tank top and pull it upwards.

She lifted her arms as he pulled the silky fabric over her head. Her hair slid down to brush her bare back, but it wasn't long before he had his hands in it again. Leaning back against him, she slid her hands over his thighs and grabbed fists-full of his slacks. "If you had known, we never would have made it through dinner."

Anton let out a soft moan at the feel of her rubbing against him. "And you say that like it's a bad thing," he said, nuzzling the top of her head. He had to resist the urge to start stripping, given how Bryn had said that she had plans "Now, I believe you were going to do something with my tie?" he asked to encourage her.

Turning in his arms, she arched an eyebrow. "Maybe I should be lazy one, and let you do all the work?" Toying with his tie, she grinned at him. "Then you could call me a lazy nympho." Pulling the knot loose on his tie, she slid the end free and pulled it from around his neck. "Kind of sounds a bit like an oxymoron, doesn't it?"

"They do sound like mutually exclusive terms, my dear." Anton let out a little shiver as the silk fabric slid from around his neck. "How about we both do a little work, that way we both get double the pleasure, and neither of us has to resort to name calling."

"I like that idea. How about you start by taking your coat off, while I get some forks for the dessert?"

"Yes, ma'am." Walking over to where their suitcases were, Anton slipped out of the sports coat draped across his shoulders, trying to maintain some control. She hadn't done anything yet other than walk around naked, and he was already panting after her. Some days, that was all it took. But it appeared that Bryn wanted to play, so he would have to resign himself to a long wait. "Is there anything else you would like for me to remove, Bryn?" he asked hopefully.

She turned and looked at him as she opened up one of the dessert boxes. "How about your shoes and socks? I think I can handle the rest just fine." Grinning at him, she stuck her finger in her tiramisu and grabbed a large dollop of mascarpone mousse, then brought it to her mouth, sucking at the digit with a loud moan.

A more pronounced shiver ran through Anton's frame. He was certain which was causing his mouth to water wasn't the dessert but her. Stiffly, he walked over to the bed and started to slip off his shoes, eyes all the time remaining on her magnificent body. And he let out a slight moan of discomfort as he raised his foot to pull his sock off.

Trying not to giggle, Bryn set the box on the night stand and crawled on to the bed. She kept her heels on, knowing that he liked the way they made her calves look. Reaching for his discarded tie once more, she slid it around her neck and let the ends drape over her breasts. "Almost ready?"

His right foot was bare and he was working on his left when she asked him that question. "I think so," Anton said as he pulled the sock off. His eyes roamed hungrily over her skin, and he couldn't resist the urge to reach out and caress her bare shoulder, his palm threatening to slide down to her breast.

She gave him a warning glance. "Careful, or you'll end up tied up sooner than you'd like. Now get on the bed and lay down like a good boy."

Giving her a slightly cocky grin, it was tempting to make her follow through on her threat. Instead Anton dutifully climbed onto the bed and laid down on his back. He stretched his arms above his head, crossed at the wrist. "Like this, my dear?" he asked with a wink.

She smiled at him. "That will work." Leaning forward, she grabbed the tie and looped one end around his wrists, tying it securely. She was well aware that her breasts were practically in his eyes as she leaned even farther forward and tied the other end of the tie to the headboard.

He couldn't resist, although he knew he would probably be punished somehow for this. Anton lifted his head and turned it to one side and pulled one pink nipple into his mouth. Immediately he gave it a little tug and began sucking on her.

She sucked in a sharp breath, pressing her palms against the headboard. She did nothing to stop him, enjoying the way his pulls seemed to tug all the way down to her sex. Rocking her hips slightly, she finally sat back and left his mouth with a pop. "You're wearing too many clothes, sugar. How about I take these off you?"

He let go of her nipple long enough to answer her. "That would be wonderful," he said. But he didn't ask the obvious question - how would she get his shirt off with his arms tied above his head? At least his legs were free so she could work off his pants with relative ease.

Smiling at him, she started unbuttoning his shirt. She brushed the opened front to the sides, leaving his chest and stomach bare. Then, reaching for her dessert, she grabbed a large fork-full of the mascarpone and deposited it on each of his nipples. Setting the box down, she went to work cleaning his chest with her tongue.

Anton let out a giggle at the cold sensation of the mascarpone on his skin. And then a moan at the feel of her warm tongue bathing him. His legs moved restlessly on the bed as he arched his chest up, trying to get closer to her mouth. "Bryn," he whispered, watching through lidded eyes.

She was grinning widely from his giggles, her tongue still working on cleaning up his left nipple. As she worked, she moved her hands down to unbuckle his belt and pull it free from his slacks. She dropped it to the floor and moved on to his zipper. Once both of his nipples were clean, she pulled one in to her mouth and sucked strongly.

Immediately he stopped wiggling beneath her. Anton let out a soft whimper as he felt her teeth scratch against his flesh. His hands jerked against the bonds, wanting to cradle her head closer to his chest, to feel the smooth skin of her shoulders and back. But the tie held firm, and Anton let out a frustrated whimper.

"Careful," she murmured, moving to the other nipple. "You don't want to get too excited already. We've got a long way to go still." She grinned at him before sucking firmly, her hands cupping him through his silky boxers.

Anton gave a soft yelp, arching his hips into her hand. "How long of a way do you want to go, my dear? And remember," he added with an evil grin. "You had better be able to take what you dish out."

"Oh really?" she asked, sitting up to meet his gaze. "Big talk for the guy who's still tied up. What makes you think I'm going to let you go? I may just keep you here for a week or two."

Anton made a disappointed noise at the loss of contact. But he perked up at her words. "Is that a promise, my dear?"

She laughed softly. "We'll see." Scooting back on the bed, she began tugging his slacks and boxers down his legs. She gave a little jump when his cock bounced free, and stared intently at it. Tossing his clothes to the floor, she began licking and kissing her way down his stomach...before plopping another big fork-full of mascarpone and soaked ladyfingers on his belly.

Anton's belly flexed at the cold sensation on his stomach. But belying his squeak, he spread his legs wider, encouraging Bryn to continue. "My dear," he said after a moment of squirming. "When am i going to get a bite of dessert?" he asked with a slight pout.

She dipped her head down to take a lick, moaning loudly. "I don't know, sugar. I guess whenever I feel like sharing. Doesn't seem like that will be anytime soon, though." Winking at him, she went back to eating.

"Please?" he asked in a begging tone. "Just one little taste? Just smear some on the lips and I'll lick it off. Mine or yours?"

Bryn giggled at the desperation in his voice. Deciding to give in to him, and to make it fun for herself, she dipped her finger in to the tiramisu before smearing both of her nipples. Then she leaned forward and let him have a taste.

He let out a moan of pleasure even before his tongue touched her skin. He laved each of her nipples lovingly, taking his time to savor both flesh and food. "This is one of the best desserts ever," he whispered before returning to licking her absolutely clean. And when all the tiramisu was gone, he continued to lick and nip at her pert nipples.

It felt so good she forgot to stop him. After a moment, she finally came to her senses and backed away from him, a bit more dazed than she'd like to admit. Settling down on his thighs once more, she returned to licking his stomach, enjoying his ticklishness. Her breasts were resting against his cock, and she couldn't help giggling when he tried to thrust himself between them.

Anton wriggled his hips, wanting to feel her against his cock. Mouth or skin or sex, it didn't matter to him as long as it was her body. "Bryn," he squealed as his hips flexed again. His stomach tensed feeling her tongue sweeping over his flesh.

Finished with his stomach, but still licking his skin, she met his gaze with twinkling eyes. "What's wrong, sugar? What do you want?"

"You," he whispered in a heated voice as his hips lifted. "I want you."

With a smile, she climbed off his lap and turned around to face his toes. If he was really so desperate to have her, she was going to give him exactly what he wanted...in a position guaranteed to have him seeing stars. Ass in the air, she looked at him over her shoulder as she grabbed his cock, centered herself, and slowly slid down the length of him. Gripping his ankles, she began a torturous pace, well aware that he could see as well as feel every little squeeze of her sex.

Anton let out a tortured groan. He wanted to plant his feet flat so he could thrust up into her, but couldn't. Instead he was forced to lay there and take it exactly as she wanted to give it to him. He panted heavily at the sight of her perfect ass swallow his cock over and over.

She smiled to herself, squeezing him a little harder and pulling with her hips. Lowering her upper body to the bed, she teased his sides with her toes and wished she could reach his toes with her mouth. "Feels so good, sugar." He let out a soft squeal as he was alternately squeezed and tickled. "You feel amazing," he gasped out as he felt the pleasure building. He panted heavily as he tried to lift his hips to get his cock deeper inside of her.

Sitting up, she pushed her hands to his thighs and carefully shifted her legs around until they were along side his. Leaning back against his chest, she pressed her forehead to his jaw and resumed her movements. It wasn't as easy to lift in this position, but luckily he could now move his hips and quickly did so. Since he couldn't touch her, she grabbed her own breasts.

Anton's gasps grew even more ragged as he felt her pressed full length against him. And it was pure torture to watch her touching herself the way that he wanted to. But at least now he was able to reach some part of her. Turning his head, he began to tug on her ear, sucking on the tender lobe.

Moaning happily, she leaned even closer to his mouth. His rapid thrusts were making her breasts jiggle, and she could tell by his gaze that he wanted to touch her. Taking pity on him, she began unwrapping the tie from his wrists.

The moment his hands were free, Anton's hands covered her breasts. He squeezed her nipples, kneading almost like a cat. He planted his feet and lifted with his legs to work himself deeper into her. And his fangs extended, scratching her earlobe as he sucked.

Yelping softly, she arched against him, pressing her chest in to his hands and shoving her hips down towards his. Threading her fingers in to his hair, she fisted them, trying to get him to bite. The moment he did, she began to convulse, shuddering hard on top of him and squeezing for everything she was worth.

Her blood and her sex squeezing him pushed Anton over the edge. He pulled hard and squeezed her breasts even tighter as his orgasm shot out of him. He jerked beneath her, and then let out a soft moan as he went limp beneath her. "Bryn."

She gasped loudly at the sudden pain in her breasts, but it eased just as quickly when he loosened his grip. Lying still on top of him, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to his jaw again.

Slowly Anton's breathing returned to normal. His hands slowly slid from her breasts to rest on her stomach. Shifting his head slightly, Anton pressed his lips to her forehead. "I love you, my dear."

She smiled. "I love you, too, sugar. And guess what? We still have a lot of dessert left. You know, if you feel like a round two."

Anton grinned and stroked his fingers in a circle around her navel. "In that case, let's rest a few minutes before having the second course."

End Chapter One Hundred Forty-five