5 Heat

Mark patiently waited for Lana to arrive. He deliberately changed the driver who usually picked her up whenever he needed her presence because of his plans for her. The old driver was the only one aware of the old mansion that Mark always crawled to whenever he was in the mood to put work on hold. He stood in front of the window in his room, waiting to catch a glimpse of the vehicle meant to bring Lana over. Soon, he saw light from afar. He knew there was an incoming vehicle, so he quickly headed downstairs. He contemplated whether he should leave the door locked, but after much thought, he left the door slightly open. He wanted to give her a feeling that no one was around, and later found him descending the stairs. When she got in, he could see the stress in her eyes. She was tired and didn't need much talk; she needed something less boring. He had something fun in mind. He led her into a room, and this time around, there was a single torch on the wall and a fireplace on the other end side, with a grand bed at the center of the wall. The room was warm, and only the fire lit it. "Do you have torches everywhere?" Curiosity asked of her. She needed to ask. He turned to face her, smiling. They hold a symbolic significance, a reminder that even in darkness, there is always a flicker of light to guide us. Lana stirred at him, and there was silence in the room's darkness for a while. He pulled her closer to the warmth of his body, a surge of emotion flowing through her chest. His hands cupped her ass, having a gentle squeeze as she parted way for his lips on hers. Lana's arms wrapped around his shoulders as he tightened his squeeze on her ass, forcing a soft moan out of her mouth as he raided her neck. His soft lips sucked the moisture off her skin, sending trails of hot kisses all over her body. Then he carried Lana in his muscular arms and placed her gently on the bed, giving him more room to dominate her and leaving no room for her to resist. The warmth of his body, the heavy breathing against her moist neck, gave a wave of pleasure that washed away any form of resistance she had. Lana wanted him now; she had denied her body of that feeling for too long. It was all coming simultaneously, and she didn't know how to stop it. She couldn't believe she was allowing him to have his way with her body even when she was mad at him for coming late. But Lana wanted it; she longed for it. She begged for every single touch. He caressed a string of her hair, brushing down to her bare shoulders and sending a touch of hot desires through her body. "You're safe with me!" He said to her gently. "Am I?" Her voice was husky, her mouth suddenly dry, her pulse pounding. "Can he hear the loud beating of my heart?" She thought. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. "This is your night." He whispered. Slowly, he pulled up her skirt, revealing her trembling body. "Let me love you," he begged. His mouth seized hers hungrily, and their kiss deepened. Lana's lips parted, and the tips of his tongue teased hers. Her arms tightened around his neck, pulling him closer, begging for more kisses. "Mark." Unaware of the rustle of clothing, he slid beneath the blanket to lie close to her. "I won't hurt you or do what you don't want". "I know you won't!" Lana said. Another long kiss, and she clung to him tightly with her body begging to be touched and lost in her desires. Right and wrong didn't matter; it had no place here tonight. If they were to pay for tonight, they would do it gladly. Her head fitted naturally into the hollow of his shoulder, her hands exploring the silky mat spreading across his muscular chest. Lana's body heated up with flames of hot desires; she pressed inconsiderately against him, molding her flesh to his as their kiss grew more intense. His mouth deserted hers, sending hot trails of kisses down her pulsing throat and across the skin of her breasts. "Was this what I've been avoiding for a long time, this sweet agony?" She thought. "Mark," Lana whispered. "I've always wanted this. God forgive me, but I've wanted to lie beside someone and have them touch me like this... kiss me like this." "And I've wanted you too since the first minute I laid eyes on you." His fingers brushed her nipples lightly, teasing and caressing the swollen buds. "Do you want me to kiss them?" He moaned. She urgently guided his head down to her breast. When was the last time they made out like this? She wanted more of it, but she missed it. A cry of joy and pleasure escaped Lana's mouth as he took the nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, letting hands slide over her shapely body to cup her round buttocks and mold her against his burning chest. "Oh, Mark...Mark, this feels so good!" She cried, feeling the warmth of his chest, daring to tease the surface of his tight male nipples with her hungry tongue. "I want to see all of you," he murmured. All of you." Throwing back the blanket, he took off Lana's skirt and top. He rose and lifted her in his arms easily to lay her on the black bear pelt before the fire. "You're beautiful," he said. Too beautiful to be real." A faint cluster of moisture reflected on his shoulders as he bent over to cup an entire breast in his trembling hand. Her answering laughter was low and warm. "I'm real enough," Lana said, drawing him down to cover her naked body with his. With the heat of the fire on them, she was forced to meet him as he entered her swiftly. Her pain was soon lost in a wave of pleasure and satisfaction. Time passed, "His kisses on my eyelids were as soft as butterfly wings," she thought. Lana opened her eyes and stared dreamily into his. "So that's what it's like, after a long time." Her lips curved upward in a shy smile, and she snuggled deeper into the thick pelt to hide her body. "Was I... was I alright?" Lana blushed. "for you, I mean?" He kissed her tenderly, "I am not the first, right?" She nodded. It was not her first, but it really felt like it was her first time. The glow in his eyes as he stirred into hers and kissed her. Lana rolled over on her stomach and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. *** Lana's breathing had become heavy, and she was finally awake. She woke up in a state of horniness. She could remember how he thrust himself into her, how he caressed her body, and how her body reacted to every touch. But this wasn't the case; Lana woke up with her hands and legs spread apart. She wanted to move but discovered she was bound to the bed. Fear gripped her as she tried to understand the situation she was in. She looked around to see wrist straps on her hands and legs attached to the bed knobs. Where was Mark? That was what bothered her the most. He wasn't in the room.