Legacies of Love: Six Seductive Stories to Steal Your Heart

by C. L. Roman

  His mouth abandoned mine. The tip of his tongue worked its magic down my chin to my chocolate-covered breasts. He sucked my nipple into his mouth with a bit of force, causing me to arch my back. Before releasing it and attending to the other one, he gently tugged on the peak with his teeth.

  “So responsive, Abigail. You’re pleasing me to no end.”

  That was me, ever the obedient one.

  He moved on to the other breast, cherishing it in the same somewhat aggressive fashion. This rough side of him woke up parts of my libido I hadn’t known existed.

  He swirled his tongue down my side, tickling me. I shifted, giggling. He didn’t say anything or reprimand me. He simply continued doing his thing, a man on a mission. He reached my belly button, following the circumference of the circle, licking the chocolate clean.

  “You know what I’m wondering right now, Abigail?”

  “What?” I was somewhat breathless by this point. Anticipation fueled me.

  “I’m wondering if your pussy will taste as sweet as this chocolate.” He rarely used such crude words with me but when he did, man, it was like a shock to my pelvis, lighting the entire thing on fire.

  “Why don’t you taste it and find out.”

  The man had created a monster. I had gotten a bit bold in the bedroom, thanks to him.

  “I think I shall, but next time, only speak when spoken to. Do you understand?”

  Whoops. “Yes, sir.”

  He nodded.

  “Now would be a good time for me to take you up on your offer.” He strode to the end of the table. He spread my legs and looked between them. “You’re glistening. Do you know what that does to me?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Let me show you.” Peering down at him, I watched him drop his pants and boxer briefs to reveal his rock-hard erection. He stroked his fist over it. “This is what you do to me.”

  A slight moan slipped out of my mouth. A wicked smile took shape on his face.

  “Before I put my mouth on you, I’m going to blindfold you. The blindfold has holes, so you’ll be able to see through it if necessary, but try to keep your eyes closed and lose yourself to the sensations. This is all about you. Remember that.”

  Ever since that last episode with Foley, Gabe had been overly considerate about which toys to use with me. The fact that he was starting off slow by using a blindfold with holes in it demonstrated once again that his actions spoke louder than his words, which made me more excited about it—both the blindfold and the experience he was about to share with me.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Excellent.”

  Moving in my direction, he held a black mesh blindfold over me so I could see what he planned to cover my eyes with. Gently, he lifted my head and fastened the tie in back. He adjusted the front to make sure it wasn’t too tight over my eyes and nose.

  “There will be no surprises. I will let you know in advance what I’m going to do to you.”

  I loved this man for always thinking of my feelings.

  “Your hands will be bound in a silk wrap.”

  He wrapped my hands in the soft fabric and rested them on the pillow, above my head.

  “Are you comfortable?”

  “Very, sir.”

  “Good.”

  A buzzing noise sounded above me. I focused on the sound. What the hell is that? I couldn’t see it no matter how hard I tried. He did an amazing job of keeping it out of my line of sight.

  “What you hear are buzzing nipple clamps. I’m going to attach them to your nipples. I’m in complete control of the pressure. Since you are new to this, I will start with the lowest setting. The pieces are soft. There are no ridges or teeth on them. If it any point you find it to be too much, just say the word and I will turn them off and remove them, no questions asked. Do you understand, Abigail?”

  “Yes, I understand.”

  He attached the first one, causing me to slightly jump, not expecting the tightening and tingly effects from it. It wasn’t painful or unbearable, though.

  “How is that?”

  “Good.”

  “I’m going to put the second one on now.”

  Again, I jumped, not used to something being attached to my breasts.

  The clamps began to vibrate. Damn, who would have thought it would feel so heavenly?

  “I’ll keep it on this setting for a bit, let you get used to the sensation. If you decide you want it higher, let me know and I’ll take care of it.”

  A whoosh of air brushed past me. Gabe had repositioned himself. Now between my legs.

  “Scoot forward.”

  I inched myself toward the end of the table, knees bent, feet flat upon it.

  “Atta girl. Your pussy is telling me you like the nipple clamps.”

  My cheeks flushed. I went to close my thighs, but he slapped the outside of one of them with something soft. “No. They are to remain open.”

  My eyes closed tight under the blindfold.

  “Relax, Abigail.”

  He could read my body as well as his own.

  With that, his mouth was on me, his tongue licking, flicking, probing, his finger stroking my clit. It must’ve had something on it too. Whatever it was, yippee for me. I wanted to fist his hair but couldn’t with my bound hands. I tried anyway. They couldn’t reach him. Bummer!

  “Hands up.”

  Fine, Mr. Dominant. I would never say that aloud. I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

  My hands rested above my head.

  He spread my folds, devouring every square inch of me. Between the warmth of his mouth, whatever the hell was on his finger, and the vibrating nipple clamps—forget it.

  “Gabe!”

  “That’s my girl. Come hard for me, Abigail.”

  If I came any harder, I’d probably have a stroke. As it was, I had sudden numbness in my limbs, albeit on both sides of me. I also felt dizzy and couldn’t see well. Sure, I had on a blindfold with holes in it, but I would have bet my vision was hazy even without it. I also had trouble stringing coherent thoughts together, hence the confusion. This was the reaction I had to Gabe, over-the-top euphoria night or day, rain or shine, every encounter.

  The nipple clamps were removed one by one. Darn. I already missed the little suckers. I’d have to tell him to use them again, as in, soon.

  The eye covering remained in place.

  “I’m going to fuck this wet pussy of yours now.”

  “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” The saucy words shot out my mouth.

  Next thing I knew the soft thing swatted my outer thigh again, causing me to jerk in surprise.

  “You’re getting mighty bold, Abigail.”

  Did he honestly think tickling my sides was a punishment? I certainly didn’t—quite the opposite. I wriggled on the table, laughing.

  “I’ll let it slide because my cock is aching. Please move down a touch. You shifted upward. I don’t want to chafe your skin by dragging you.” Mr. Thoughtful invariably had to enter the picture.

  He gripped my ankles, spreading my thighs wide and wrapping my legs around his waist. Without warning, he thrust himself into me.

  Holy shit.

  His fingers dug into my skin. And there I’d been thinking I couldn’t get any higher—so wrong. I was on the move, climbing the hill right along with him.

  “You feel so good. I want you to feel every inch of me.”

  I did, from head to toe.

  He continued to bury himself deep inside me. The finger with the mysterious thing on it began to torment my clit. It had little ridges or something on it. Whatever it was, that stimulation alone had me screaming his name. I hoped the walls in the room were soundproofed.

  “That’s it, Abigail. Scream my name as I fuck you.”

  “Gabe!” His dirty talk only intensified my orgasm.

  “Take me with you, baby.”

  “Yes…come with me!” My body shuddered on the table, succumbing to every divine sensation f
illing it. Gabe too found his release, thickening inside me with slight pulses to follow as he emptied himself into me.

  We breathed hard.

  He gently unwrapped my legs and placed my feet on the table. My hands were unbound, my eyes uncovered. He stood over me. “How are you feeling?”

  “Incredible. I do have a question.”

  Before I could ask, he held up his finger. I brought it toward me so I could study the blue rubber-tipped object on it.

  “Did you like this?”

  I felt bashful admitting it but did so anyway. “I loved it. The nipple things too.”

  He held up the purple clamps and let me hold them, inspect them.

  “What about the soft thing you tickled me with? I liked that quite a bit as well.”

  “Did you now?” He chuckled.

  He held up a flogger with a huge pink puff attached to the end of it. I took it from him and ruffled the feathery-material.

  “You see, play is fun. It’s all about your pleasure, and the best part is you’re the one who has the control. Don’t ever forget that.”

  “Thank you for showing me that.” I tickled his arm with the pink feathers, and he squirmed, laughing. So ticklish.

  “Oh, I have plenty to show you, Abby.”

  Abby.

  “Really? What else did you have in mind?”

  “Why don’t we get dressed and I’ll show you.”

  “Ooh, another surprise. I can’t wait.” And I couldn’t. His first surprise had been off-the-charts fantastic. I wondered what could top it.

  “Neither can I.”

  ****

  Gabriel

  Back in the apartment, we showered. This time we got dressed in pajamas and bathrobes afterward.

  “I wasn’t hungry before, but now I’m starving.” Abby dug through the fridge to find something that appealed to her.

  “Me too. Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable on the couch while I scrounge up something for us to eat?”

  “I could get used to all this pampering.”

  If she said yes to my request, she’d get plenty of it.

  A few crackers, cheese cubes, apple slices, and grapes got placed on a plate at lightning speed. My nerves were getting the best of me.

  “Yummy. That looks delicious.” Her smile turned upside down when she caught sight of my probably pale cheeks. I’d need yet another shower because I felt so clammy. “Are you okay?”

  I’d been better.

  “Gabe, what’s wrong? You’re worrying me.” She took the plate of food from me and set it on the coffee table. “Please, sit. Should I get you some orange juice or something? Maybe your blood sugar dropped.”

  She rose, and I gripped her wrist to stop her. “No, I’m fine. Please, sit down.”

  “You’re scaring me. What’s going on?” Her posture and expression indicated exactly what she’d voiced.

  With shaking extremities, I got on one knee in front of the couch.

  “What are you doing? Do you feel faint?” She spoke in a panicked tone and placed her hands on my shoulders.

  She still had no clue.

  “Abby, I was intrigued by you the first time I saw you enter your apartment wearing a blue hip-hugging dress.”

  She covered her mouth. Now she got it.

  I pulled a small black velvet box out of my robe pocket and opened it in front of her to reveal a round halo diamond set in white gold. Now that I worked for my father, money wasn’t an issue. I had splurged and bought her a fucking rock.

  “Gabe…”

  “I may not have had the best role model as far as husbands go, but I can assure you I did learn everything not to do. If you’ll let me, I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life showing you exactly how a husband should behave. I love you, Abigail Winters. We may have different childhood stories to share with our future children, different obstacles and hardships we’ve had to endure, but we came out on the other side of them. I truly believe you and I can face anything, as long as we do it together, as a team. Abby, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

  She dove into my arms. We both fell backward onto the carpet.

  “Yes.” She kissed my cheek. “Yes.” She kissed my other cheek. “Yes.” She kissed my chin. “Yes.” She kissed my forehead. “And yes.” She kissed my lips. “Now what is this I hear about future children, plural?”

  “You heard correctly. I want lots of little Harcourts running around, driving us crazy.”

  “And I’d like nothing more than to share that with you, only you, forever.”

  “Now that’s one agreement I’ll enforce and hold you to, but ours will have the promise of forever.”

  A Note From Faith:

  Thank you for reading Sinful Agreement. It was a blast to be a part of an anthology where all the authors involved wrote a story based on a common theme. My imagination ran wild while creating Abby and Gabe’s whirlwind romance. It was a fun detour from my rockers while also giving me the opportunity to revisit Hilltops! For whatever reason, 80s Freestyle dance music provided the background inspiration. That was a first for me. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! XOXO

  About the Author

  When I’m not managing my husband’s medical practice or taking care of things for one of my three kids, I love writing romance fiction.

  There is absolutely nothing like getting into the minds of my characters, bringing them to life, and giving them a life of their own with all the emotions that go along with it. I am swept away, head over heels in love, with each and every alpha male I create and the confident women who steal their hearts.

  Being a romantic, with a bit of a dirty mind, I relish creating stories that touch upon readers’ heartstrings, provoke thought, and hopefully provide insight into some heavy topics.

  Being married for over twenty-two years ─ holy cow, how time flies ─ I honestly believe in “Once Upon a Time” and “Happily Ever After” endings because I found mine. Aww, I know, so mushy. But that’s me, a softie with a big heart.

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  Other Works by Faith Starr:

  The Hilltops Series:

  Destiny - When a psychology student observes a Dominant for her dissertation her world turns upside down, especially when she becomes an active participant in the learning process only to fall in love as a result.

  “Definitely a 5-star reading experience! This is the first book in the Hilltops trilogy. Faith Starr does a fantastic job creating truly likable and relatable characters and really brings them to life… You can tell the author loves writing and it is a pleasure to read her work. Looking forward to more!” – L.S. - Amazon Review

  Purity - An editorial assistant who enjoys reading erotica/BDSM romance yet remains untouched gets an up close and personal taste of the genre from her Dom of a boss whom she learns more than the lifestyle from.

  “Faith Starr really showed an uber talented writing style with this story, as I couldn't get enough, and now she has me fully addicted! I CANNOT WAIT for the next book in this sexy series that keeps getting better and better! HIGHLY HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND!” – The Power of Three Readers: Jennifer Pierson

  Diversity - A teacher learns more than books can teach her by a Dom who steals her heart in the process.

  “As expected, the author uses clever tactics to ensure that this is a story that you can’t tear away from. It is peppered with humor, it is more than capable of spontaneously combusting your kindle and it will definitely have you wondering just when the next book by this very talented author is going to be available because if you are anything like me you will be hooked. - Books Laid Bare

  Music For The Heart Series:

  Hold Me - A meet and greet. A rock star. A one-night stand couldn’t possibly lead to everlasting love. Or could it?

  “Such a freaking amazing book. G
ave me all of the feels. It did not lack the high Life as a rock star, the passion and the story behind the pain. This is a must read and will totally have you addicted.” – Tasha – Amazon Review

  Promise To Fulfill - Some promises are harder to keep than others, especially when it comes to promises involving the heart.

  “This author has a way of sucking you into the story and practically killing you with the feels. I definitely recommend this book as well as the series.” – Moonshine356

  Risk Worth Taking - Love lost. Love found. Love in danger.

  “Again, I am speechless… I can’t praise this series enough. Please take the time to read it!” – Amazon Review

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  [1] During my research I studied letters written by German POWs post-war located online at the University of Arkansas. If you’re interested in seeing those, check out https://libraries.uark.edu/specialcollections/POW/