Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Onyx: The Ritual of Flame
It was Christmas Eve. I bought Hennessy a few of her favorite things, including a flight home. We’d be leaving in the evening and staying until after the new year. We’d also be surprising her family.
She was adamant about giving me one of my gifts tonight, saying it had to be at midnight under the full moon. She wore one of my hoodies, saying some shit about not being able to wear her outfit in public. It was for me only, intriguing me even more than I already was.
Once we were outside our woods, near the carved tree, she asked, “What does that date mean?
“You don’t need the burden of that date.”
“Yeah, well, you can’t carry it alone.” She kissed me.
Since it was Christmas, I shared, “It’s the day your father and my mother were—”
She kissed me again, silencing me. “Got it,” she breathed out before backing away. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Look at you, all polite. Where’s my girl?”
“Hey!” She giggled. “I’m actually a very polite girl.”
“You’re a pain in the ass is what you are.”
She laughed. “Ditto.”
I spanked her. “Hey!” she repeated.
“Good girls don’t get spanked.”
“Yeah… I feel like that gets me spanked more by you.”
I shrugged, gesturing to the way she decorated out there. “Been busy?”
There were fairy lights on the trees, a blanket near the firepit. A few random things were lying on it, a white cloth with a red candle.
“If you don’t behave, you’re not going to get my gift.”
I reached for her. “That’s supposed to stop me?” Unable to resist the temptation that was this woman, I gave in. “Show me.”
She crouched beside the pile of wood. “Help me.”
I did, squatting beside her. She looked at me as I grabbed a few logs and tossed them on top of the others.
“Not like that,” she corrected, moving the wood in a certain way.
I watched her as she stated, “Fire needs to breathe.”
I sat back, leaning against one of the logs I’d use to sit with my arm perched on my knee, waiting. Pulling off my hoodie, she threw it at my feet, leaving her in a white mini ruffled skirt that showed off her ass cheeks with a white top that barely covered her breasts, and her feet were bare.
My expression turned heated.
“You like?” She smiled, turning in a slow circle for me.
“I love.” Grinning, I added, “The lack of clothes is nice too.”
She chuckled, grabbing one of the matches from the box. She slid it against the striker strip in such a sinful way, I couldn’t look anywhere else if I wanted to. She had my complete and utter focus.
She made her way over to the kindling and lit the lighter fluid on top of the wood, causing it to erupt. Behind the flames, she seductively rocked her body as she played a song on her phone. I could tell it was one of her Afro-Peruvian songs. They were her favorite to dance to.
My girl was like nobody I’d ever seen. A man started singing, “Burn her and turn on her candle.”
It didn’t translate the best into English, but the beat was similar to the one I’d heard in other songs. The fire caught, illuminating the shape of her face as she stood. Grabbing the red candle off the blanket, she danced her way over to me.
The music was low and rhythmic, with her hips following the drum of the tune, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She wasn’t just moving her body. She was one with the drums. Her knees bent slightly with each beat, keeping all her heady movements low to the ground.
Her hips continued to sway side to side in a controlled, steady movement. She slowly spun in a circle, her skirt bunching, showing off all of her ass now.
I growled, enjoying the fucking view.
Lifting the candle, she lit that too, moving her hand all around her, the flame following her trail. The light caught her face, making her smile for me.
In three seductive strides, she stopped right in front of me.
“Your turn.”
I shook my head. “I don’t dance.”
“I don’t need you to dance. I need you to put my fire out.”
Not understanding what she meant, she handed me the candle before turning around.
“Préndeme la vela, Onyx.”
She was telling me what the lyrics ordered to turn on her candle. It was only then I noticed the white cloth was tucked into her skirt and hanging down below, closer to the back of her thighs, and I thought she’d lost her mind.
“It’ll burn you.”
“Only if you don’t put it out first.” She beamed. “I trust you.”
Feeling reluctant, I did as instructed, lighting the cloth on fire. Instantly, she bent her knees, so the fire was farther away from her skin as the fire crackled beside us.
The drums grew louder, faster, filling the silence all around us. She moved in front of me, dancing with precision, with the fire now between us. All I could see was her; all I could feel was her.
The music continued, the fire getting higher on the cloth, but her hips never stopped moving, causing the fire to never get close enough to burn her. This wasn’t the first time she was dancing this, and it kind of pissed me off.
What man is putting out the fire in Peru?
She read my mind, baiting, “The tourists put out my fire, Onyx. What are you going to do about it?”
I growled again, reaching to put it out with my bare hands, but she quickly danced away from me. She wanted me to chase her, and it was still one of my favorite things to do.
The fire grew, and I followed her, trying to put it out to no avail. She was too fast, too skillful, never looking like she didn’t know what she was doing in such a sinful and delicious way.
She rocked her hips, swaying her body and working me into a fucking frenzy until finally, I got behind her and started moving my hips in line with hers, the fire now between us.
She celebrated, leaning her head back against my chest. “I thought you didn’t dance.”
“This isn’t dancing. It’s fucking with clothes on.”
Wiggling her eyebrows, she teased, “Jealous?”
The voice on the song kept singing, “Burn her, burn her, burn her.”
My cock twitched. We rotated in a slow circle, our hips in sync with each other, the fire getting closer and closer to her ass cheeks.
This was a dancing ritual between us, and I fucking loved her for that.
With no direction, I dropped to my knees and put out the fire with my bare hands. Her breath caught, realizing what I’d just done.
She rasped, “No one’s ever been able to do that.”
With that, I yanked her toward me as if I were a possessed man. This was such a feral moment between us. I’d never experienced anything like it.
Our own little ritual, one that she was teaching me.
I placed her on my lap with her legs straddling my waist. She kissed along my cheek, moving down my neck. I wrapped my hands around her waist, sliding them under her top to feel the soft skin on her back.
She rotated her hips against my cock in approval, leaning her head back to give my lips more access to her flesh.
My mouth moved from her neck down to her collarbone, slowly savoring the elevated heat of her body pressed up against mine and getting hotter with each caress of my tongue touching her skin.
I grabbed both sides of her face, closing the distance between us, colliding our lips together.
Our tongues did their own sinful dance, devouring each other.
I bit her bottom lip, causing her to whimper.
Her mouth was so fucking perfect, and all I could picture was her plump lips wrapped around my cock.
She was one of a kind.
Mine.
Her lips parted. I slipped my tongue into her waiting mouth.
When she breathed out, her scent was all around us, consuming my desire to feel her wrapped around me.
I leaned forward, flipping her onto her back on the blanket.
I wanted to feel her body beneath mine. The second I was above her, my hand started roaming.
Her breathing picked up, engulfing me in nothing but my need to keep going and claim what would always be mine.
She writhed and moaned beneath me, only enticing me to go further. My hand moved to the top of her breast, her nipple hardening. She pushed her breast further into my hand, and I immediately gripped it harder, earning me a moan.
It was the best sound in the world.
I rubbed my hard cock against her pussy, igniting this friction between us. She followed my lead, starting to rub up against me.
“Fuck,” I groaned into her open mouth.
Her hips moved faster against my cock with much more momentum than before. I felt her hand creep down between us and delicate fingers wrap around my dick over my jeans. She stroked me with a steady rhythm.
There was something animalistic about the way I was staring at her. A lion before it attacked its prey, luring me in with her eyes.
“What do you want?” she panted.
“Only what you can give me,” I simply replied, not budging for a second.
She knew she was testing my limits, provoking me on purpose, but this was a power struggle I wasn’t willing to lose.
She was breathless, her chest immediately heaving. “What if I don’t want to?”
“I didn’t ask what you wanted.”
She sucked in her lip, contemplating disobeying me, pushing my buttons a little more, but the look on my face told her I’d reached my limit.
“You’re so possessive.”
“What tourists, Hennessy?”
“Why?” she mocked. “Are you going to put a hit out on them?”
“No, baby.” I gripped the front of her throat. “I’ll kill them with my bare hands for touching one inch of your skin.”
“That’s healthy…” she taunted, fully aware of what she was doing. “I’d still choose the bear.”
“Sweetheart.” I grinned against her mouth. “You did.”
She smiled against mine. “Don’t I know it.”
Within seconds, I had her completely naked beneath me.
“What about your clothes?”
Over her rebelliousness, I flipped her onto her hands and knees. Before she could go anywhere, I gripped her hair by the nape of her neck and yanked her back toward me. Her ass was against my cock, her body arched like a fucking cat.
“Who do you think you’re fucking with?” I breathed out, gently licking my lips, stirring her need for me to kiss her.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I baited, walking my fingers down her stomach.
She sucked in air, and I grinned against her mouth.
“Do you know what I could do to you? How I could make you feel?” I continued.
“Where, baby, where do you want me to touch you?” I cocked my head to the side, still not moving my lips from hers.
“Where?” I slid my fingers down her stomach, slipping them into her pussy.
She was just about to cum from that alone, and I hadn’t even touched her yet.
It was easy to make Hennessy come. It didn’t take much. Her body was mine to own, and she willingly gave it to me. She was such a primal being, never ashamed of how much I could make her come for me. She took her pleasure in any form that I gave it to her, never denying me either.
Another moan escaped her lips just from the anticipation of what I was going to do next.
“Here?” I tormented, softly touching her pussy.
She didn’t say a word. She was barely breathing.
I rubbed everywhere, except where she really wanted me to.
“Or…” I pressed my fingers against her clit. “Here?”
She loudly panted, which earned her a smile from me. I didn’t even try to hide it. She grabbed at the back of my neck for more leverage. I couldn’t take it anymore, moving her clit in a side-to-side motion.
“Feels good, huh?”
“Yes…” she finally whimpered.
I slid my finger between her lips, running it from her opening, back up to her clit. I could feel her wetness pooling. Continuing my sweet torture for a few seconds, I enjoyed the feel of her slickness against my callused fingers.
When I eased my finger into her opening, she whimpered again, and I shoved my tongue into her mouth, savoring both the taste and feel of her, and how her body was completely in my control.
“Oh, God, right there,” she panted into my mouth when my finger angled deep inside her, slowly slipping in another finger, working her pussy over in a steady rhythm, making me squirm to the music that switched over to Closer by Nine Inch Nails.
“Right there?” I mocked, pushing harder against her G-spot.
Her body felt warm all over, with an uncontrollable need for something to happen that would take away the ache I was deliberately creating.
“You know what else I want?” I kissed her with a much more heated look in my eyes. “What I want more than anything?” I kissed her again. “Is for you to tell me what I need to hear.” I rubbed harder and faster, and her lips parted.
Her eyes closed as I spread her legs wide open.
Her breathing was heavy and deep, with sweat glistening off her forehead.
Her clit was so exposed that I could see the bright red nub from where I was.
She shined vibrantly with the pre-glow of her impending orgasm that I didn’t allow her to finish under her precious full moon.
“I know what your pussy feels like when it’s about to come, and how your face gets flushed, and your breathing gets heavy.”
Her breathing hitched when I reached her inner thigh as I finger fucked her harder and with more determination.
She moaned, and her head fell back.
“I’ve barely touched you, and your legs are already shaking. You’re fucking addicting. The taste of you, the feel of you, the love I have for you. I’m poisoned by you. You’re mine.”
A single tear fell down the side of her face.
“It’s just you and me, Hennessy. I’m not going anywhere, and trust me, neither are you. I’m yours.”
Another tear fell, and I kissed that one away.
“You swear?”
“I promise, and my word is bond.”
She smiled, whispering, “I love you.”
I pulled out my cock, except it wasn’t her pussy I claimed that night.
It was her asshole.