Chapter Six

Jen looked at him, at his eyes, and saw heat and passion there. ‘Where do they serve that?’ she asked him.

“I think my hotel serves that,” Richie answered, sidling closer to her.

Jen’s pupils dilated, and her pulse raced. Richie had come up and put his arm around her waist, pulling her in close to nuzzle at her neck. Jen grabbed onto his shirt to keep from melting in a puddle at his feet. “How late does your hotel kitchen stay open?”

“All night, darlin’,” he said, and smiled. He cupped the back of Jen’s head and brought his mouth down to meet hers. Jen tipped her head back eagerly, and her arms came up to encircle his neck. He shifted slightly, deepening the kiss, and pressing his erection into her thigh. He hands wandered down to Jen’s ass to squeeze, and she bit his lip.

“Ow!” he complained. “What was that for?”

“You didn’t ask permission to do that,” she said. “Very naughty.” She had a twinkle in her eye that made him smile widely.

“I am sorry,” he said.

“I will choose to forgive you this time, but don’t do it again. Or else.”

“Or else what?” Richie asked, taking Jen into his arms again.

Jen smiled. “Don’t you worry about that.” She tilted her head up for another brain-fogging kiss, and she felt Richie smile against her lips and ease his hands down to squeeze her ass again. She broke the kiss, and stepped back, mock anger on her face. “I warned you,” she said. “Drop your pants.”

“Darlin’, that’s hardly a punishment,” he said, unfastening his jeans and slipping them over his hips.

Jen smiled seductively as she dropped to her knees in front of Richie. His head tipped back, anticipating her hot mouth on him, and he was surprised to feel the cool, smooth silk of her scarf instead. He hardly had time to say, “what are you doing” when he felt a tug on his balls. He looked down to see that Jen had trussed him up, tying the scarf around the base of his shaft and around his balls.

She stood and admired her handiwork. “Pull your jeans back on.”

“What?” Richie couldn’t believe it.

“Do it,” Jen commanded. He hitched his pants up, and Jen kept the ends of the scarf in her hand. With Richie’s pants fastened, a good two feet of scarf dangled from the front. Jen gave a little tug, and Richie hissed and began to stiffen. With a nod, Jen led the way from the room, tugging on the scarf when Richie wasn’t following closely or quickly enough.

When they got outside, Jen tucked the ends of the scarf into Richie’s pocket. “C’mon,” she said. “I feel like Italian.”

“Oh really?” he asked, narrowing his eyes with pleasure.

“Yep, and Iacobacci’s is just the place.” Jen winked and started off up the block.

Richie sputtered indignantly and followed. They were shown to a booth at the back of the restaurant, and sat side-by-side with their backs to the room. Jen took the ends of the scarf out of Richie’s pocket, and held them in her lap. His heart started beating hard. She wouldn’t, would she? Not here.

The waitress approached, and Richie automatically turned on the charm. He smiled widely when the woman asked if she could take their orders, and his eyes nearly bugged out when Jen gave a gentle tug on the scarf. They ordered a bottle of the house red, and gave their food orders. When she was gone, Richie half turned to Jen.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Because I can,” Jen answered sternly, though her eyes were dancing. They dug into their meals and polished off the wine, the conversation punctuated by little tugs on the scarf. Richie was surprised to find he was really enjoying this play. Usually, he didn’t like to give over control, but Jen was being discreet. Soon, they called for the check. Jen tucked the scarf in again, and they walked back to the studio. Richie led them to his rental and took off for the hotel.

When they got up to Richie’s suite, Jen locked and chained the door. She beckoned him to follow her to the bedroom, and stopped by he bed. Jen took the ends of the scarf out of Richie’s pocket and tied them to the bedpost. He let her, and stayed standing by the bed while she went to into the bathroom. It wasn’t so much that he couldn’t get out of it, but he didn’t want to.

Jen came back a few minutes later, gloriously naked. Richie’s eyes devoured her as she approached, and when he reached for her, she danced away. Richie forgot for a moment he was tied to the bed, and when he followed her, the tightening tug in his pants made him bite back a curse.

A knock on the door heralded the arrival of room service. At Richie’s raised eyebrows, she said, “Your bathroom has a phone.” Jen tossed on a robe and left Richie in the bedroom without another word to go answer the door. She directed the waiter to leave the cart in the sitting area, showed him out, and set out the “do not disturb” sign before locking the door again.

Jen looked at the items on the cart and smiled. Excellent, she thought. She put on a serious face, and wheeled the cart through the bedroom and into the bathroom. One of the items on the cart was a large silver bowl filled with ice cubes. Jen ran the cold tap and filled the bowl with water, then tossed in a washcloth from the shelf above the commode.

A second silver bowl, empty, sat beside the first, as did a kettle of hot water. She put the steaming liquid into the bowl, and tossed in a couple of the ice cubes to temper the water just a bit. She tested the temperature with her elbow, and satisfied, she tossed in a second wash cloth.

Jen checked Richie’s shaving kit. She found a strip of condoms, and tossed them next to the bowls. Grabbing a towel and covering everything over, she wheeled the cart back into the bedroom. Silently she approached Richie, and untied the scarf from the bed. “Strip your clothes off,” she said, as she unbelted and removed her robe. She tossed in the general direction of the chair, and stood there with her hands on her hips, waiting.

Richie unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt that were done up and shrugged it off his shoulders. Jen was eyeing him hungrily, and was silently urging him to hurry the fuck up. He smiled at her when he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his boots, and kick the denim away from his feet.

Jen’s gaze flicked over his whole body, and Richie felt it as acutely as if she were touching him. “Up on the bed,” she commanded quietly, and Richie complied, yanking the covers off before laying in the middle of the bed. Jen wheeled the cart right alongside the bed, and crawled up next to him, taking his hands. After kissing each fingertip, and scraping her teeth along the calloused pads, she took the tails of the scarf, tied a slip not at each end, and slipped them snugly over Richie’s wrists, limiting his movements.

“What are you doing, Jen, darlin’,” Richie asked, intrigued, and already getting hard.

Jen smiled a slow smile. “Meting out your punishment,” she said, and sat on his thighs. Richie tried to reach for her breasts, but the scarf tightened around his cock, and he groaned.

“Darlin’, not being able to touch you is torture enough,” he said.

“That's sweet, baby, but uh-uh; you aren’t getting out of this quite so soon.” Jen licked her lips and lowered them to the tip of his straining erection, nibbling just a little. She licked up and down the length of him slowly, his labored breath her reward. He hardened more, and Jen could feel his legs tighten. Grinning, she took him into her mouth, relaxing her throat to swallow him. She sucked hard, and Richie groaned.

“God, baby, that feels so good,” he said breathlessly. Jen just hummed tunelessly in response, and Richie thought he was going to lose it right then. “Oh sweet fuck,” he said, his head falling to one side.

Jen let him slip from her throat. “You okay, baby?” she asked.

“Why’d you stop?” Richie said, a tenuous hold on his control.

“Because you’re being punished,” she answered, and took the washcloth out of the ice bath. She wrung it out, and arranged it around the base of his cock, just above the scarf. Richie yelped at the cold against his skin, and his erection started to wane.

“Aw, darlin’,” he whined, and closed his eyes. His hands were opening and closing in frustration. He could remove the washcloth if he wanted to, but damn, he just didn't want to. He wanted to know what was in the other bowl.

While the cold did its thing, Jen did hers, kissing up his chest to nibble on Richie’s neck. She turned his head to one side and licked and nipped her way over to his earlobe and bit gently, then soothed the bite with her tongue. After dipping her tongue briefly into his ear, she whispered, “Is that too cold?”

“A little,” Richie said, “but not painfully,” and smiled when Jen kissed her way back down his chest to his cock. She removed the washcloth and dropped it back into the ice bath, and took the warm cloth from the other bowl and wrung that out and again wrapped it around him. The warm made him groan appreciatively, and he started to get hard again.

Jen straddled Richie’s waist, letting the edge of his growing erection bob against the small of her back. She laid down, and pressed open mouthed kisses on his chest. She kissed her way over to one nipple, and bit down on it slightly, while she reached behind her and squeezed his cock. Richie groaned and started to pump his hips against her hand. Smiling, Jen removed her hand, and scooted back to take him deep in her throat again.

When he was once again tensed on the edge of release, Jen backed off, and wrapped him in the icy cold washcloth. When he was limp and moaning, she removed it and replaced it with the warm. Over and over she repeated this pattern. Turning him on until he was so hard he couldn’t see, then icing him down just to start all over again.

“I think that’s quite enough punishment,” Jen finally said, and Richie groaned what she thought was a ‘thank God’. “I’m pretty sure you’ve learned your lesson. Right, baby?”

“Anything you say,” Richie grunted.

“And you’ve been SO good,” Jen said, untying Richie’s wrists and chafing them gently before kissing her way around them. She unwound the scarf from Richie’s cock and gathered it up to her nose, inhaling deeply. “Nice,” she said, and dropped it over the end of the bed. Trailing her fingers up Richie’s thigh again, she encircled his cock at the base, and ran her hand up and down his length.

“Do I get my reward now?” Richie said, reaching for Jen.

“Of course,” she said, evading his grasp, and settling between his legs. She dropped her mouth onto him again. This time, when he was seated in her throat, Jen lightly cupped his balls and squeezed, then started moving up and down on him, feeling his legs tense.

“Darlin’, you’ve been teasing me too long, I can’t…uuunnhhh sweet fuck…” he said, as he came. Jen sucked at him until she had taken every last drop, and he started to relax. She gentled her kisses as his breathing evened out, and smiled.

Richie hauled her up, kissing her and tasting himself on her lips. His hands grabbed her waist hard and flipped her beneath him. He sat up, straddling her thighs, and reached for an ice cube from the bowl on the cart. He smiled and pressed it to her throat, the cold making her hiss. He trailed the ice down her breastbone and over to one nipple, smiling as the cold made it pucker up more than her arousal had. He circled her nipple lazily for long moments relishing her mews of pleasure. He ran the cube down the side of her breast, across her chest, and up to the other nipple, tracing its contours and watching as rivulets of water trickled down onto the bed. He leaned forward and took one stiffened peak into his mouth, sucking forcefully on it, making her arch with his name on her lips like prayer.

For long minutes, he alternated between her breasts, icing one while warming the other, and Jen was squirming and struggling on the bed. Richie smiled, and once the ice cube had completely melted, he moved off her to spread her legs. Climbing in between them, he smiled and took another ice cube from the bowl. Jen’s eyes widened as he put the cube in his mouth for a minute then lowered his head. He removed the cube and latched onto her clit, now-cold mouth making her scream.

“Too cold, baby?” he asked.

“No,” she breathed. “Too close,” Jen said.

Richie smiled. “Aw, I’m sorry darlin’,” he said, and sucked on the ice again for a minute before he drove his cold tongue into her. When he felt her tensing on the edge of release, he considered torturing her like she did him, but he was hard again, and didn’t want to wait. He blindly reached for a foil packet from the cart, and tore it open and sheathed himself. When he withdrew his tongue, Jen screamed in frustration, then she screamed his name when he drove into her. He stopped for a moment intending to let her get used to his invasion, but she was having none of it.

Jen tightened her legs around his waist, and started undulating against him. He took her ankles and put them on his shoulders, remembering how the angle change made her crazy. He pumped her hard, and she clenched against him rippling against his cock as she came. Richie pumped faster, wanting to catch the end of this wave with his own release. He reached down to pinch her nipples and she grabbed his wrists as her eyes flew open.

“Come for me again, Jen,” he said, locking his gaze onto hers. He reached between them to flick his finger over her clit, and she arched hard off the bed as another orgasm rocked her. This time, the clenching set off Richie, and he groaned her name as he emptied into her again. “Christ almighty,” he said, as he finally slipped from her body and cuddled next to her. This time, when he started to slip off to sleep, Jen didn’t elbow him. She kissed his chest gently, and followed him.