0 comments/ 2881 views/ 3 favorites To Set A Fire Ch. 01 By: KSonoma He follows me into the kitchen. Not knowing where the popcorn is, I stop and settle against the counter near the sink. Glancing up I can see a quiet amusement in his eyes. I wonder what exactly is going through his mind. He walks toward me. He's staring into my eyes with a silent promise that makes my stomach flutter. I feel like I've missed the transition where we went from casually discussing our movie options to this smoldering look he's giving me. He glides a few steps forward, bringing his body inches from mine. My heart is suddenly pounding in my chest. I can feel the heat from his body, and the smell of him so close is doing nothing to cool the fire igniting inside of me. Still watching me, he raises his left hand up slowly and softly grazes his fingers across my shoulder. Then his gaze shifts past me, behind me. He opens the cabinet and pulls down the popcorn. He steps away, and I let out the breath I'd apparently been holding. Opening the package, his eyes briefly flicker to me and I can see the smirk growing from the corner of his mouth. God, he's playing with me. I have a moment to consider him, this man who, though I met him only two days ago, has been in my thoughts and fantasies for the last several years of our online friendship. Thus far, our two days spent together have been relatively platonic. Flirting, innuendos and a few friendly embraces, but he hadn't even hinted that this aura of sexuality existed below the surface. Less than thirty seconds of his full attention and he already has me aroused, wanting more and wondering what the the fuck just happened. I think I underestimated him. "Were you thinking action?" he asks, interrupting my thoughts. Umm.. I swallow. "Action?" I reply, confused. "You know, the movie," he tosses the popcorn in the microwave and gets it started. Leaning back on the adjacent counter, he shifts his heavy gaze back to me. I can see the smile in his eyes. I can feel his smug satisfaction as he notes how easily he'd rendered me defenseless. It's not really fair, though; he took me by surprise -- I'm usually much more together than this. I clear my throat and idly pick up the discarded wrapper. "Sure, I'm up for whatever, so if you have something in mind, let's do it." His eyes sparkle and shift back to the predatory smolder of a moment ago. Instantly my temperature is rising and I can feel my pulse sparking flames throughout my body. 'Let's do it' echoes in my mind and I feel my own smirk slide into place as I note the dual-meaning. Oh. I change gears and shift my weight forward, away from the counter, turning so that I face him. I tilt my chin down and look up at him through my eyelashes. I allow the heat in my body to fill my eyes and automatically my mouth parts slightly. I lick my lips and glance down at his, tilting my head to align with his mouth. I lean in, and when I feel his breath against my mouth, I take a breath of my own. God he smells so good. Just the heat of him is intoxicating. Before I exhale, I catch his eye again. I raise my hand and whisper, "where's the garbage?" He blinks, and looks at the wrapper in my hand. He puts his hands on my hips to rock me away from him so he can get to the trash can. Heat races up my torso and my breath catches in my chest. His hands linger there and I feel his fingers trace up my waistline. They play lightly against my sides for a beat before he releases me and opens the cabinet behind him, containing the hidden receptacle. The brief touch lingers on my skin, quietly smoldering. I watch him as I throw away the plastic. He's wary of me now, I can see it in his eyes. Yet also there is a new expression there. I try to read it... Hunger. The popcorn is done. Time to leave the kitchen. I wonder what I've gotten myself into. --- He's sitting so close that each breath fills my lungs with his scent, leaving me dizzy and distracted enough that I've completely lost track of the movie. When I'd followed him into the living room, I hadn't considered how tense I'd be sitting next to him after the little game we'd just played in the kitchen. We'd been completely casual since two days ago when I'd arrived from Seattle. Having known each other for years through a social networking site, we'd had thousands of meaningful conversations, flirted, teased, and gotten to know each other fairly thoroughly. Online, I had noted that his naughty nature was on par with my own. However, thus far our in-person conversations hadn't been very sexual. Until the silent conversation of a few minutes ago. At present, we both have our eyes on the television, although I find myself wondering if he's watching it any more than I am. My legs are crossed indian-style underneath me, and my right knee is dangerously close to his left leg. For the past several minutes, I've been replaying the last scene in my mind and wondering what he is thinking. Was that just a game back there? Should I just calm down? I do tend to over-analyze, so maybe he was just teasing me and I should focus my attention back on the movie. I quietly sigh and squint my eyes at the screen, forcing my attention on the film, but less than a minute later, my eyes have drifted back to the millimeters that are between my leg and his. The electric heat between our bodies tingles momentarily. Last night, on this same couch, we had sat together and I hadn't even noted the space between us. Now, with the memory of his heavy, meaningful gaze fresh in my mind, it's all I can think about. From the corner of my eye, I catch him steal a glance at me. I swallow as he moves his left hand to rest on his knee. His idly scratches at his jeans for a moment, and then relaxes, leaving his hand there. I release the breath I'd held. I need to calm down. As soon as I think this, his fingers cross the space between us and come to rest gently on my knee. My already rigid frame solidifies and I don't move as he ever so slowly trails his fingertips along the seams and folds of my jeans. The electric heat that had tingled minutes ago now burns white-hot where his fingers touch. My heart rate increases, and a flush spreads up my neck. As he leisurely traces the seam leading from my knee up towards my inner thigh, my stomach flutters with an army of butterflies, and I suddenly have to see his expression. I expect to see him turned toward the screen, pretending he isn't teasing me with his idle hand, but instead I turn my head and find his penetrating gaze completely focused on me. There's a seriousness to his expression that tightens things low inside me, while intimidating me at the same time. While I had definitely fantasized about the possibilities of meeting him in person, I don't think I'd prepared myself for just how sexy he is. My confidence, typically a strength of mine, feels weak when under the pressure of the heavy look in his eyes. But, taking a deep breath, I try to swim toward the surface of this hot-spring of desire. I can do better. "What are you thinking?" he surprises me by asking. I hesitate. After a moment, he changes positions as if to wait out my silence, twisting around so that his left arm rests on the back of the couch, while his right hand takes over tracing feather-light patterns on my thigh. As nervous as I am right now, I'm also thrilled, not to mention: aroused. I'm not sure if I'd ever mentioned to him that I don't often wear underwear; I regret not wearing any tonight. I must be soaking through my jeans. He tickles my neck, playing with a strand of hair that's hanging down from where the rest is pulled up with a clip. He traces a line of liquid fire gently down the side of my neck and across my right shoulder. "I've never seen your tattoos before..." he says idly. I watch him, realizing I haven't moved or answered his previous question. He's looking at his fingers as they trace imaginary lines of my feather tattoos across my upper back. His eyes flick up to meet mine. They hold all the promise of dominance and sex. "I'm going to see them tonight." Oh. God. "Uh, I'll be right back." I stand up with weak knees -- either from my sitting position or from him, I don't know -- and I turn my back on him and walk to the bathroom, shutting myself in. Damn. This could get interesting. To Set A Fire Ch. 02 At this point, he has me positively dripping. I give myself a once-over in the mirror. My eyes give away the rush of excitement and anticipation that his words had brought on, and my face holds the flush of desire from the innocent trails his fingers had traced on me. I inhale deeply and smile at my rosy cheeks. He seems to be making all the moves, but I'm not without a playbook of my own. When I go back out there, I'm not going to hesitate. I quickly wash my hands to get any remaining popcorn residue off, and then open the bathroom door and flip the light off. I hear him rise from the couch and a moment later he's walking toward me down the hallway. "Me too," he gestures to the bathroom. Just before he passes me, I step sideways, blocking his path. We both freeze for a moment, then he moves to his left to get around me. My left hand pushes firmly on his right shoulder while my other hand grabs his opposite arm. Hmm, what firm muscles you have, sir. I shove him, forcing him back against the wall. Not letting him go, I move into him, sliding my right leg between his and pressing my body against him. I let my left hand feel it's way up his arm, over his toned muscles, eventually coming to rest on his chin. I cradle his face gently in my hand, pausing briefly to absorb this moment. His body is firm and hot, a fever on par with my own. I note that nearly every bit of me is molded to him: my thigh and hips rest against his crotch where I can feel his arousal; my stomach and chest press against the hard muscles of his torso. He's somewhat taller, and when I gaze up at him through my eyelashes a surge of warmth pulses through me. There is something incredibly sexy about the smirk playing at his mouth. Not for the first time tonight, I wonder what he's thinking. Mmm, his mouth. As if hearing that thought, he licks his lips - a brief action which tightens things low inside me. He exhales and his hot breath mingles with mine. I ease forward onto my toes as the heat rushes up my neck. Every nerve in my body is electrified with anticipation. He is completely still as I part my lips and close my eyes. I can feel my own breath rebound off his mouth just before I kiss him. So close, I pause for a beat. Two. His left hand finds my hip and the other rises to my upper back. With a firm, steady pressure, he forces me to finish that last inch. My mouth brushes his and I angle to find the perfect alignment. This burning, electric fire when his mouth molds against mine is just this side of painful. Oh, yum. He returns the kiss, parting his lips and moving his hand to my shoulder as if to pull me even closer. I breathe him in and find myself dizzy with desire. I flick my tongue against his lips and he welcomes me in, meeting me with a sensual greeting that leaves my head spinning. "Mmm," I moan softly. Our kiss continues and I allow my hands to roam where they please. Yes, that firm curve of muscle never seems to end. I know he works out regularly, but I find myself simply fascinated by the lines that shape his body. As his mouth moves against mine, I delicately follow the arcs and curves of his shoulder. I flatten my hand as it moves down to his chest - why is there a shirt here? Fingers find their way under it and around his right side until they're flattening against his skin between his back and the wall. I pull him to me, pressing my hips into him and carefully moving against his hardening cock. My fingers curl when I think of his dick and I involuntarily scratch my nails across his back. He makes a small noise and suddenly grabs my upper arms. My eyes flash open and I find myself staring into his; a primal, fierce gaze bores into me. He pushes me back, one, two quick steps and we're on the other side of the hallway. Suddenly it's me with my back to the wall as the full weight of his body molds itself to mine, pinning me in place. He grabs my wrists roughly and traps them above my head with one hand. I whimper with pleasure and submit to his rebuke for the scratches I'd made. His mouth against mine is no longer gentle, but heavy and hungry. I struggle against his grip but this vice-like hold doesn't let up. His free hand pulls my attention away from my helplessness as it finds it's way under my shirt, tickling the skin of my stomach. The feel of his fingers against my bare waist ignite an already burning desire and I make another noise for him. God I'm so wet. Despite the firm grip of the hand restraining my wrists, his roaming fingers are gentle. I was not expecting this - this delightful combination of dominance and care. He traces the curve of my waist up to my ribs and then wraps his arm behind my back, hugging me to him, kneading my skin. Abruptly, he releases my hands and lines of fire burn through me as he moves both hands down to my ass, lifting me up, pinning me to the wall and holding me there. His movement momentarily breaks the kiss and I catch his eye. The look on his face shows no sign of his earlier amusement. His expression is now more hunger than anything: a look of pure sex that makes me swoon. My arms and legs wrap around him and I kiss him, willing myself to devour this sexy creature in front of me. I'm so turned on that I've become lightheaded - but my attention finds focus when through our clothes I feel his hard shaft pressing against my clit. The heavy sound that escapes me now expresses the building need inside of me. His tongue dances with mine - hot breath and moist fire mingle together as we continue this blazing hot make-out session. After a time, he pulls back. We're both breathing heavily and assessing one another. Is he going to slow things down? I'm here for 2 more days, maybe he wants to postpone this, drag it out. He continues to watch me and I find myself holding a breath as I wait for whatever happens next. Then his eyes sparkle and, still carrying me, he moves us away from the wall and walks toward the bedroom. Here we go. To Set A Fire Ch. 03 Flexing my arms, I quietly test the security of the leather cuffs around my wrists. "I wouldn't," he warns from beside the bed. I tilt my head to the right and give him innocent eyes. "Wouldn't what?" He swirls the deep, ruby hues in his wine glass and takes another sip, watching me with narrowed eyes. I can't ignore the rush of desire as my gaze slides over his body. The navy robe draped around him hides most of my captor's delectable figure. I consider the strength of those arms which had carried me into this room and I frown - why had I allowed this man to bind me to his headboard? 

 His suggestion to lie down on the bed had seemed relatively benign at first, but then he'd instructed me further: "lift your arms above your head." He'd then deftly cuffed my wrists and chained them to the bed. When he left me alone in the room for several minutes and appeared moments later in a loosely tied robe with a drink - none for me? - I'd been both annoyed and intrigued. I glare at him presently as he holds his wine glass and inspects me with those dark, appraising eyes. Still shielded by my clothes, I feel his gaze move over my body and I tingle with unease. Maybe I should have said no to this. Damn him. "You're going to wipe that willful look off your face." A flash of arousal surprises me. Nonetheless, I perform another spiteful yank on my wrist-restraints. No give. I glance up at the little lock securing my thick cuffs to a simple chain in the headboard. Nope, should not have agreed to this. Not that he'd explained the details first. "Since I can't move my hands, you'll have to wipe it off for me," is my impudent reply. A wicked smile spreads across his face. He takes another sip of wine and turns away from me. Walking around the bed to my other side, he sets his glass on the dresser and feels through the top drawer. When his confident grin turns back toward me, my unease increases. What now? A solid crimson bandana appears a moment later. He leans over me from beside the bed and the soft warmth of wine on his breath is like an aromatic caress. He folds the cloth neatly until the square cloth forms a long strip. Oh. His intent becomes clear and my heart rate increases. "I don't think that's necessary," I offer nervously. "I don't think I give a fuck." His sharp words command obedience. "Lift your head up." My eyes meet his and I consider the dangerous strength of the man hovering over me. Bound and gagged - are we playing a game? If I say no, will he stop? Years of friendship tell me to trust him, but... I suppress my defiance and I elevate my head for him. Quick hands nimbly pull the cloth against my mouth - seriously? He's pleased by the look on my face and I catch his cocky smile before he shifts the material upward and secures the blindfold behind my head. Darkness. A shiver of fear and pleasure raises goosebumps on my arms and hardens my nipples. Wait, why is being unable to see arousing? "Mmm," he hums. "the sight of you lying there so helpless is rather appealing." I bite my lip. Helpless? I open my eyes against the smooth fabric and a thrill of panic pulses through me. I tug the restraints once more, twisting as I pull. His voice comes to me from further away. "No clever response?" I angle my head toward him but keep my lips sealed. The sudden loss of my sight has put a damper on my confidence. I hear soft sounds across the room. What is he doing? The bed shifts with the weight of his body, startling me. He crawls to my side and I feel warmth from his bare legs as he straddles my waist. "I like that you're learning to keep your mouth shut." I feel a soft, warm caress slide across my mouth. "But now I want you to open it. Moisten your lips." A flicker of electricity hums through me. I run my tongue across my lips for him. When I'm motionless once more, that same ultra soft caress tickles my mouth. "You're going to let me fuck that smart mouth of yours." My insides twist with anxious pleasure and the pressure against my lips increases. "Now open." I part my mouth and feel the tip of his dick press gently against it. Whoa, this is... As his hand moves up his shaft to brush my face before retreating, my mind fills with the image of him stroking his cock into my mouth. It leaves a throbbing ache between my legs and I flex against the leather cuffs. "I want you to use that talented tongue of yours." His crown teases my sensitive lips and I savor the tingling trail he leaves across my mouth. Does he know how much I'm enjoying this? My breath rebounds off his shaft and I think about the absurdly explicit conversations we'd had last summer. Those talks had never been about anything quite like this. "You're not listening," he says darkly. A hand grasps my chin and tugs it down as the weight on the bed shifts over me. He presses his cock more firmly into my mouth and I instinctively move my lips to protect him from teeth. As he slides into me I hear, "do as you're told." A soft whine escapes me. I mold my mouth around his growing erection and carefully take him in. He withdraws gradually and then slides back with torturously slow movements. I tilt my head and slide my tongue along his shaft as he glides past my lips. "Mmm, good girl," his husky words induce a warm pulse between my thighs. His dick swells and fills my mouth, extending to the back of my throat as he gently thrusts forward again. The warmth between my thighs has become more insistent and I wonder what exactly he has planned for me. A sudden thought of him sliding between my legs elicits another small sound from me - a brief, yearning note that makes him pause. "Something I can do for you?" he asks, slipping his cock from my mouth and resting the tip against my lips once more. He releases my chin and I sense him stroking up and down his shaft. I tilt my head away and take a calming breath, fighting the urge to give voice to my desires. "It's okay," he adds gently. "Tell me what you want." I'm silent, breathing the clean scent of the muscled form poised above me. In my mind's eye I see him, running his hand along his solid sex. God, I want him inside of me. He reads my mind. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I whimper with need but resist answering his question. The weight above me shifts and I feel him move down my body. His lips hover over mine, that soft scent of red wine once again teasing my senses. "Would you prefer to feel me between your legs rather than in your mouth? To have me slide into your hot pussy and fill it full of my cum?" I moan involuntarily and nod my head.

 He hums appreciatively. "Is that a yes?" I twist and squirm underneath him as his mouth moves to tickle the skin on my neck. A trail of soft kisses cause tendrils of fire to shiver down my spine. His weight and warmth abruptly shift back and gentle fingers appear at the waist line of my pants. "Stay," he commands, stilling my movements. Slow, teasing circles tickle the skin just above my hips and my muscles contract, retreating from his tender, molten touch. He pauses, waiting again for my motionless obedience. I will myself to surrender.