Trusted (Club Indigo Book 2)

by Karen Nappa

  Connor nipped a last time at her bottom lip and sucked the soft flesh in his mouth before releasing her. "You make me forget my manners. Let me show you around, since you've only been in my office before."

  He started the tour upstairs in his bedroom, where she dropped her bag, and then he showed her the master bathroom. She was stunned at the size of the shower and looked longingly at the multiple showerheads.

  Connor stepped behind her and pulled her with one arm against his hard frame. He wiped the hairs from her shoulder with his other hand before resting his chin there. "Don't worry; we'll be using it soon!"

  The promise in his voice made Suzie's knees start to buckle, so Connor pulled her even closer. "Let's finish the tour and talk a bit, before I devour ye right here and now," he growled. Suzie noticed his accent had reappeared for the first time since their scene at the club.

  As he showed her the rest of the house, Suzie noticed he opened every door but one. It seemed kind of odd to her, but probably it was a storage room or a closet or something. She didn't ask about it, and they went to the living room and settled on the grey sofa. He had laid out several snacks and poured them both a glass of Buffalo White from the local Somerset Ridge Vineyard & Winery. It was a semi-sweet white that went well with almost any kind of food or meal.

  They toasted and took a sip. Suzie hummed her appreciation at the luscious tropical fruit flavors and the crisp feel on her tongue. "Let's have a look at our paperwork," Connor suggested. They had been tested, and the paperwork showed they were both free of diseases. "What about condoms?" Connor asked.

  "We don't need to worry about birth control. What if you have sex with someone else?"

  "I don't share, and I stick to one partner at a time." He almost growled the answer.

  "That's good enough for me. We can dispense with the condoms," Suzie responded.

  Their limit lists took more time. Suzie was glad that Connor had all activities that went with the name 'watersports' in the scene as hard limits. She didn't know what to think of a kink that involved urine. She had paled at the discovery he had body modification on his list, because it was on her hard limits list.

  Connor had chuckled at her discomfort. "Don't worry, missy. I'll respect your limits. But maybe someday, you'll agree to have your nipples pierced for me."

  Suzie stared at him, too stunned to give an answer. His grin widened.

  Understandably, her "maybe" list was much longer than her "into" activities, but for the most part, their lists were compatible. Still, Connor took his time and made sure Suzie was aware of her choices and what they would encompass. He also explained that as her Top, he would have her experience, at least once, the things on her "maybe" list that he enjoyed doing as well.

  "Do you have any more questions for now?" he asked when they finished with the last list. Suzie shook her head. "What's yer color?" His accent thickened, and Suzie dampened in anticipation.

  "Green, Sir." She looked up at him with shining, clear eyes.

  Connor took her hand in his and rose from the couch, pulling her up with him. "There's one room I haven't shown ye yet," he told her as he led her to the stairs.

  Suzie followed him, feeling both anticipation and trepidation. Somehow, it was quite different playing in a club with others around than being alone in someone's private space. As she climbed up the stairs behind him, she noticed her breathing picking up.

  He felt her hand tremble in his. He appreciated her bravery. It was a new world for her and they hadn't known each other that long. His sadistic streak liked her a bit unbalanced, maybe even scared, but he wanted her to feel safe in his care as well. BDSM was full of strange contradictions like that. He squeezed her hand once to reassure her and opened the door to the room she hadn't seen before. He gestured for her to go first, putting his hand on the small of her back so he could feel her reaction to what she was about to see.

  The man had a fully equipped playroom in his house. One wall held a big rack with all kinds of whips, paddles, and canes. Suzie felt both apprehension and excitement and quickly looked away from it. She didn't need to give him any ideas, did she? The spanking bench, gynecologist's chair, and St. Andrew's cross were easy to identify. She didn't recognize the contraption in the center of the room. Before she caught herself, she'd walked up to it. Captain Connor was right beside her.

  "Ah, well now, missy. Good to know what struck yer fancy."

  "Wait, what? No!" she exclaimed. Dammit, she didn't even know what the damn thing was or did. A stinging swat warmed her ass the next instant and she was pulled into the hard and warm body behind her before she could react or turn.

  She felt his hot breath on her ear as he growled, "I want ye to be honest, missy. With me, but also with yerself. As ye were watching the sex swing, yer breathing sped up, as it did when ye looked at my toys." He turned her away from the swing and they faced the rack with the tools he used for impact play. "Strip and kneel."

  Suzie closed her eyes for a brief second. He was right, of course. This was what she wanted. It went against everything she knew and thought of as the right behavior, but she craved the pain he could give her. She removed her clothes and knelt where she had been standing. He didn't give specifics about were to kneel or how, so she did her best to imitate the posture Laura had taken at the collaring. Captain Connor was standing with his back to her at the rack. He had taken off his shirt and she was mesmerized by his muscular physique. What was that? Connor had a small tattoo, above his left shoulder blade. It looked like the Great Seal of the United States, but instead of the olive branch and arrows, the eagle held a banner. As she watched his rippling muscles, her anticipation grew. Damn, he was gorgeous! What implements would he use on her? What would they feel like? Suzie froze as their gazes collided when Connor turned.

  "I hope ye like yer glimpse, girl. Now keep yer eyes down."

  Inwardly, Suzie wailed. She wanted to see, dammit! His hand landed on the top of her bent head and she barely kept herself from rubbing against him. Would she start purring like a cat next?

  "Ye're looking lovely like that. I do prefer yer hands on yer neck instead of on yer legs, fingers laced and elbows pushed back."

  Suzie blinked in confusion but did as he said. With her hands on her neck, like he told her, she was much more vulnerable and exposed than before. Her breathing became more labored.

  "Ah, I see ye like that better, yerself." He bent down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms like a child. With three big strides, he was at the swing and deposited her on it.

  "Hey!" she exclaimed.

  "Hold yer tongue, missy. I want this to be arousing and don't want to punish ye," he admonished.

  She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from saying anything. The skin around his eyes crinkled as he watched her struggle with her temper. When she stayed silent, he turned her over and started binding her to the swing, face down. He secured her legs to the poles and pulled the chains tight so her feet weren't touching the ground. He liked her shudder at the ominous rattling of the links. He pulled her back a bit, so her head was resting on the leather seat and her butt was sticking out, her cunt easily accessible. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her!

  After he had secured her arms as well, he leaned in for a languid kiss. She kissed him back enthusiastically. Suzie was getting excited. She liked being dominated and helpless. He knew she liked pain even more. How nice.

  He took the suede flogger and landed the first stroke. She didn't so much as flinch. He put more power into his strokes as he started to use a figure eight pattern, stroking over her shoulders and working down to her buttocks and thighs. She gave only a mild reaction—a little flush to her cheeks, her mouth relaxed and her hands open.

  He rubbed her buttocks to warm her up, making sure to put pressure on the small welts the flogger had left. Her back arched as she tried to push into his touch, but the swing didn't allow her any leverage. She could only lie there and take what he gave her. He loved the swing bec
ause his partner had no freedom of movement and the versatility of it gave him easy access to her on all sides.

  He couldn't suppress a smile as he walked away to pick up a paddle. He chose a fairly thin fraternity paddle. He couldn't remember where he'd gotten it, but he always found it useful on a masochist. He stopped behind her and landed the first blow. He didn't use a lot of force, but he didn't hold back completely. Her ass check glowed a faint pink, her hands gripping the chain, but she looked relaxed. His next blow on the other cheek was with more power. She let out a soft moan. The mark was more visible this time. He spanked both her cheeks four times in quick succession—using backhand and forehand strokes, putting a bit more strength into each blow. He put down the paddle and stroked her pussy—a little bit wet but not soaking. Her pussy lips were still closed, not yet filled with blood or gaping open for entrance. The lovely woman still needed more and he was happy to provide it.

  He put the paddle down and picked up a cane. He decided to start with a thin, lightweight, fiberglass cane. He was dying to discover her reaction to his bullwhip, but first he wanted to be nearer to her so he could watch her closely as he increased the pain. He swished the cane through the air, letting the sound make her anticipate the impact. Most people didn't know it, but the smaller the implement, the harder the impact. A cane was almost as nasty as a whip in that regard, and if a Top wasn't careful, he could break the skin. He wasn't into that kind of play, but a bit of tension to make her feel the impact would be good. As he had anticipated, Suzie tensed up, and he landed the cane twice, once on her buttock and once on the fleshier part of her thigh. Two beautiful red welts showed, and he did the same to her other side.

  Suzie moaned and the smell of her arousal permeated the room. Oh, she was a pain slut all right. His already hard dick jumped in his pants. There was a reason he preferred his kilt during play, dammit. He had been too eager to take Suzie to his playroom to change. He kissed her between her shoulder blades. "Hang on, missy." And he stepped back to shed his pants and underwear. Buck naked, he picked up the cane and got back to business.

  Suzie had never been this turned on in her life. She felt the juices dripping from her pussy as the blows rained down on her shoulders, buttocks, and thighs. She wanted to rub herself against the seat, but the way she was bound didn't give her the leverage she needed. Her pussy throbbed and she wished he would fuck her already. She was a mindless animal-like being; all thoughts and rationality left her mind as her empty core seemed to grow from the inside out. She begged, she pleaded, she might have sworn.

  Connor released first her legs and then her arms. Her back was covered in red welts; some were raised or starting to bruise. Nice. He pressed down on a particularly high welt and Suzie moaned. He picked her up and turned her around. Her front was still a blank canvas—not for long! He refastened her arms, bent her legs at the knees, and tied her wide open. Her gorgeous pink pussy was now dripping wet and fully open, the little clit peeking from under the hood. She was bare—probably shaven. Next time, he would wax that pussy for her and savor her pain while he did so.

  He bent over her and claimed a kiss. When he pulled back, he held her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled it with him. Her eyes opened and met his. They held the blue-gray colors of a stormy sea and he could drown in them. He released her lip and clamped his teeth down on her chin. She moaned again and tried to move.

  Her sound of frustration delighted him. "Patience, missy. I want to savor this and taste you everywhere." He did just that—licking, sucking, and biting her neck, breasts, belly and thighs, leaving bite-marks and hickeys marking his path. His mouth watered as he reached his prize.

  Suzie gasped as his hot mouth descended on her exposed pussy. He lapped at her juices, driving her crazy with butter soft licks and barely-there kisses alternating with savage bites and stabs with his rigid tongue. She didn't know what to expect next—she could only lie there and take it. She needed more, wanted more, wanted him to stop, wanted him to go on, to take her further. She didn't know what she wanted. By the time he pushed his steel hard erection into her puffy channel, she was an emotional mess. Her pussy, although dripping wet, was tight. She hadn't had sex in almost seven years, since Richard had become ill and too weakened by chemotherapy.

  Connor worked himself into her mercilessly, his eyes trained on the tight set of her mouth and the lines beside her eyes that showed her discomfort. The sadist in him reveled in her pain, the dominant in him wanted to conquer her body, the gentleman in him wanted her to feel good. Pain or pleasure to make her relax?

  Suzie felt him stop once he was fully seated inside her. The man was big everywhere. She was impaled on his dick and surrounded by his bulky body and she'd never felt this possessed. Why had he stopped moving? She realized she was pressing her eyes shut. She opened them and connected with his mossy colored grey-green eyes. But they didn't have the softness of moss. His eyes glowed in a possessive way. With his fierce gaze, square jaw and long, wild mane, he looked like one of the warriors his ancestors probably had been. She didn't know how long they had been staring at each other when he took her lips in a plundering kiss and she felt herself relax into the sensation of him invading her body.

  He made space between them and started to torment her clitoris. First, with teasing little circles, but when he learned her preferences, his movements became more direct and more demanding. Her legs strained against the restraints and she pushed the back of her head into the seat of the swing as the climax rose.

  "Come for me," he ordered hoarsely as he rubbed and sparks of pleasure zinged through her system.

  When he started to move again, her body had adjusted and the coarse hair on his groin was wet with her juices. She was utterly embarrassed by the carnal wet sounds their coupling made. And the bastard knew it. She could tell it in his cocky grin, in the bold way he held her stare.

  He pinched her nipples—hard. Pain blasted through her, followed by heat. What had started as a shriek ended in a moan. His hands traveled down her body to where they were joined. He pulled back until only the tip of his cock was inside her. Pulling her pussy lips aside, he exposed her engorged clit. "Again," he ordered and pinched down hard on the bundle of nerves.

  Suzie screamed and thrashed as much as the bonds allowed her. Holding her breath, needing a breath, she couldn't tell. She couldn't think as he lazily swiveled his hips, cock still barely inside and his grip merciless on her clit. The moment he let go of his hold, he grabbed the chains holding her arms and began hammering into her in earnest. She came, wailing, and he rode her wave of orgasm with ferocious thrusts of his powerful hips until he emptied himself into her tight, slick channel.

  She lay panting as he released her bonds and went for a washcloth at the sink in the corner. As he turned back to the swing, he grinned as he realized she hadn't moved an inch, either too tired to move or too spent to notice the restraints were gone. Either way was a good sign, in his book. The little missy had needed to come badly, and pain helped her to lose her control and inhibitions. They were compatible, at least sexually.

  He picked her up, cradled her in his arms and carried her into his bedroom. He deposited her on the bed, lay down beside her and positioned her to his liking. As limp as a noodle, she was neither helping nor resisting and he wondered how long it would take her to recover. He didn't mind. Sure, he wanted to talk with her and find out if they were compatible in other ways, but holding a warm and soft submissive masochist satisfied him for the moment. He could wait.

  As she roused from her post-orgasmic slumber, she became aware of lying half on top of a large male body. Her hands were idly stroking a strong chest and playing with the curls of hair. When she realized what she was doing, she carefully pulled back her hand. His big hand covered hers and he pressed it back to his chest. She felt his chest rumbling as he chuckled and said, "I like your hands on me as much as I like them bound."

  She made eye contact, feeling self-conscious.

  "What are you thi
nking?" he asked her.

  "I realized you were watching. My husband always turned off the light."

  "Suzie, I'm not him."

  She snorted, "I know that!" The two men couldn't have been more different. Physically, in character, and in behavior. "But it felt embarrassing or wrong or something," she said, struggling for the right word. She shrugged lightly.

  He laughed. "Sex isn't polite, missy. It's dirty and carnal and meant to be experienced to the fullest."

  Chapter 9

  A s Connor pushed open the door of the café, a chill October wind blew in a handful of brightly colored leaves. Sonja caught sight of him first and asked, "Business or pleasure?"

  "Lunch, actually. Is Suzie about?"

  "Sure," Sonja said. "Why don't you have a seat at the counter and I'll find a menu? Suzie will be out in a minute."

  Sonja dropped a menu in front of Connor and went through the swinging double doors to the kitchen.

  She came back right away, "Suzie's in the middle of something delicate and says you might as well eat first. She'll be out when she can."

  Connor frowned. He expected to see his submissive when he asked for her. He said to Sonja, "In that case, I'll have a Reuben and iced tea."

  "With or without Thousand Island? Sweet or unsweetened?"

  "It's not a Reuben without Thousand Island. What do you take me for? A heathen? And no sugar in the tea," Connor growled.

  He was almost finished with his sandwich by the time Suzie appeared. She'd taken time to clean her face but had forgotten to remove her apron, which had several different colors of icing on it and evidence of other mysterious substances.

  "Sorry to keep you waiting. I was doing spun sugar decorations on an anniversary cake. Timing is everything." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I hope you're enjoying your lunch?" she asked.

  "I would have enjoyed it more with your company. We could have eaten in the office."