This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.
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Chapter 16
They had only known each other for two days, but it felt as if she had known him all her life. He knew her desires, her thoughts, her angst and the edge of her boundaries. He built her passion to epic proportions, soothed her fears and calmed her panic. He tested her limits, but knew how far to go and seemed to know her thoughts before she did. He had disarmed her the first time they met and no one had ever done that. Now she wanted to feel, let herself go and give herself to him unconditionally.
April snuggled hard against his neck and almost like she couldn't believe it's true she repeated seductively whispering, "You. I belong only to you."
Steve walked over to the bed and leaned over until April's back was touching the duvet. Even though she didn't want to give up his skin touching hers, she released her arms and legs so that she lay naked on the duvet. Steve stood for a second admiring the stunning woman who was giving herself to him.
For Steve he had run out of adjectives to describe just how much this woman affected him. With her sexual scamp released, she just glowed with a sexual heat that's hard to describe. She was the personification of Aphrodite, radiating love, sex and passion. It was hard to believe she was the same woman he had met yesterday. The emotional transformation was simply astonishing, with her body language being joyful, open and accepting. Her face was softer with a genuine beguiling smile and her eyes lovingly watched him, showing him her heart.
April was having a similar reaction. As she lay on the bed open and vulnerable she didn't even feel like the April Hunt everyone knew. She was a sexual being in love with the man hovering over her and trusting him with her heart, mind and body. She was proud of what she was with him and was breathlessly waiting to feel him inside her. Submitting to him was an emotional act of love and trust. Outside she was still April Hunt, but here and now she was Steve's wildest fantasy come true and he was hers.
Steve pulled a long leather strip out of his bag and leaned over tying her hands together. When he attached it to her headboard, her hands were firmly tied above her head. Being bound released April's sexual devil and her womanly folds were practically dripping as he tied her hands above her head. She felt liberated and eager for Steve to use her as the embodiment of all his sexual fantasies.
When Steve finished tying her hands April's eyes were practically smoking with desire. She kept licking her lips hungrily as Steve moved towards her, and her face was joyfully tense with anticipation. She was practically begging Steve to use her anyway, he wanted. So, he did.
Steve laid the riding crop, flogger, and wand vibrator on the bed next to April, but then his hunger got the better of him. He began ravenously kissing her face while returning to her lips every few seconds. April lifted her face into his greedy kisses, eagerly sacrificing her face in his mouth.
As Steve started to pull back from her lips, April threw her head forward and captured his lips, continuing to devour them in a soul-searing kiss. As they both poured their love into each other's mouths, Steve slid his hand down her taut, silky body. His finger slid through her swollen pussy lips and into her slick, tight pussy. April's whole body quivered with her back arching off the bed. As she broke the kiss and threw her head back, she moaned lustily, "Oh, God, Oh, God, Steve!"
Steve grabbed the flogger and methodically covered her breasts to her knees with little red stripes. The stripes across her body were more psychological and a symbol of his dominance and her submission. There was enough pain to bolster her sexual excitement, but not enough to hurt. April arched her back into the lash in a silent plea for more.
Steve laid aside the flogger and picked up the riding crop. April was eagerly watching his every movement with her face adorned in loving anticipation. As he gently stroked the riding crop's flapper over her skin, April preened with loving the feel of the slick leather over her skin. After the caress, he would generally follow it with a lite pop on the skin. The smacks on her skin sent intense, red-hot ripples through her very core and made the rest of April's body burn with need.
However, the pops against her breasts, nipples, pussy or clit were like someone touching her with jumper cables. They were always high-voltage jolts of searing desire and sent her brain spinning into her fantasy zone. It was a place that only Steve could take her and he was the only one allowed to go with her. Steve laid down the crop and his lips again moved to cover hers in a deeply passionate kiss.
Steve's lips moved down to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. As his finger began to slide in and out of her swollen slot, he continued to suck and nibble on her thrusting nipple. April's whole body was trembling with the dual assault. She was gasping for breaths as she felt Steve's passion focusing and directing her body's desperate need.