Arrested Heart

by Yvette Hines

  Moving past the bed, she wondered if a time would ever come when she’d be able to sleep all night in the bed with him. Her feet sank deep into the plush carpet as she added more swing to her hips, accentuating the part of her anatomy that Robert adored the most and crossed the threshold.

  “The sight of you never stops taking my breath away,” Robert spoke in low tones, his eyes caressing her nude length. “You’re beautiful.”

  Heat progressed up her neck and into her face. “Robert,” was all she could say. The man had a way of making her speechless. Only dressed in dark gray boxer briefs, he made her mouth water. She may run to keep herself lean, but Robert spent time in the gym honing his body. He wasn’t overly muscular like a bodybuilder, just chiseled deliciously.

  “Did you bring them?” He beckoned her to him, where he stood beside some sort of chaise lounger with handles on both sides of the foot and head. Next to it was a small half-moon shaped wooden console table. The only thing on the table was a square frosted glass candle with its soft light flickering, complimenting the low burn of the ceiling lights.

  Moving to the center of the room to him, she noticed the air in the room was cooler than in the master suite, making her nipples bead further. Opening her hands, she presented him with her handcuffs.

  “Perfect.” He claimed them and the key out of her hand.

  This was not the first time they used her handcuffs to play. Two months ago, she had offered to buy him a set, but he told her it turned him on to use her official restraints on her. It heightened her own desire as well.

  “Where do you want me?” She stepped toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

  He squeezed her against his chest, then instructed her to kneel in the center of a towel facing the high end of the long chair. “Rest your arms on the top. That way your sweet ass is high in the air.”

  The wide cushion gave her elbows a comfortable spot to rest on. Seeing another handle across the back, she took hold of it. “Like this?” She wiggled her hips.

  “Good girl.” Robert trailed his fingers from her butt to her shoulders as he rounded the lounger. Facing her, he snapped one of the silver bracelets onto her wrist. Bringing the small link chain under the wooden bar, he then seized her other wrist. “Comfy?”

  “Completely.”

  Robert kissed her. Holding the back of her head, he took possession of her mouth. Slanting his lips, he sent his tongue into her waiting mouth. They sparred and she allowed him the lead, it was what they both wanted, him to consume and dominate her. Her excitement rose even higher. The lips of her sex throbbed with desire, making her thighs slick with her own cream.

  Breathing heavily, he stepped away from her. “Are you ready, Danielle?” Dropping the key on the table, he picked up the candle.

  Curiosity drew her eye the glowing glass. “Always,” she said without apprehension.

  Rewarding her with a kiss on the curve of her shoulder, he lifted the glass and blew out the flame. Smoke curled in the air, making a sweet earthy scent of oak and peaches permeate the air. It reminded her of Georgia, home, and Robert.

  Still with candle in hand, he approached her round bottom.

  With a moment of caution, as she realized what he planned to do, she asked, “That’s not some grocery store candle is it?”

  Intense and dark, his hazel eyes met hers. “Horny and freaky, yes, crazy, I’m not.” He chuckled. “It’s a specially made massage oil candle.” As he alleviated her fears, he tilted the candle over her back.

  The first drip made her gasp as it pooled in the center of her back. The hot sensation on her spine made her toes curl.

  “Nice?” he asked.

  “Mmm,” she responded.

  More of the molten liquid met her flesh as Robert dribbled it down toward her backside. Without prompting, she arched her rear and spread her thighs, a silent plea for him to continue.

  Robert used the melted wax to tease her, pouring it over one brown globe, then the other. She whimpered, biting her lip to keep from yelling at him. She knew it would only delay the pleasure she wanted. Her clit, swollen with need, throbbed for attention, whether by hand, mouth or oil.

  “Such a delectable and lovely ass.”

  Finally, heat slithered between her butt cheeks coating the puckered sensitive skin on its way to her sex. Bowing her head, she relaxed and relished the sensation as the rapid droplets traveled along her slit, coated her lips and tickled the kernel of her desire.

  A frisson curled in her belly and radiated between her legs. “That feels sooo good.”

  Her eyes were now closed, but she detected the sound of the glass being placed on the table, then Robert’s magnificent hands touched her.

  Sliding through the wax on her back, he smeared it down on her shoulders and around her waist. His slippery hands palmed her breast, pinching and plucking her erect nipples like a musician’s instrument.

  She pressed herself into his hands.

  Continuing on, he massaged her ass and used that oil to paint her thighs. Moving up between them, he reached her pussy and mixed her cream with the liquid. His strong fingers played between the folds and circled her clit. She trembled as he repeatedly fondled her slick bare flesh. Slipping along her slit, he dipped inside of her core with one finger, then two, then down the susceptible folds and around her peak once more until she could no longer hold back her orgasm.

  Her climax continued for long minutes as Robert’s mouth captured her clit with his lips and drew it into his mouth. When his tongue followed the same path as his hand, adding rapid taps on her sensitive tip, she came once again. The scent in the room changed, as the oily aroma mingled with the spicy blend of her sexual juice.

  “Robert, I need you.” She cried. Having multiple orgasms was great, but they were nothing without him joining her.

  His underwear landed on the floor, moments before he spread his legs over the sides of the lounger and rose above her. The thick length of his cock brushed between her cheeks, covering them both in the lover’s massage oil. “You have me,” he said in a husky voice, as the broad head of his shaft kissed her furrowed hole, then burrowed inside of her tight flesh. Pulling back, and pushing forward again, he coaxed her muscles to allow his entry, the slick oil aiding his penetration, turning it into an intense glide.

  Digging her knees into the fabric, she pressed her hips back taking him deeper. The wicked position was a favorite treat for both of them. Her hands gripped the bar as fireflies glowed erratically behind her lids from the fierce pleasure.

  * * * *

  Robert felt like his balls were going to burst. Flames licked at his spine with the need to come. Being inside Danielle’s plump luscious tight ass was only second to her enchanting pussy. Her taste was still on his tongue and her smell infused into his senses.

  She continually rocked her hips back and forth, taking his full length inside of her. His Danielle was a giver in so many ways when it came to her body. Whatever he proposed, she was eager to try. But, her heart was another matter.

  Gripping her hips, he met each of her undulations until her bucking became wild. His thrusts became more forceful, causing a slapping sound to echo in the room as their thighs made contact. Reading the urgent message of her body, he reached around and stroked her engorged clit. The little kernel was easily accessible, protruding from her swollen lips.

  “Yes!” She tossed her head back. “More, Robert,” she begged.

  Answering her request, Robert pumped and fondled her until she tensed. Her body shook with her release as her creamy pleasure ran down his fingers.

  The contracting of her ass muscles took him over the edge. His orgasm was a painful euphoria as he came with a hard force, erupting inside of her, barely aware of Danielle’s body going limp against his arm around her waist.

  Pulling out from her, he chuckled as her body collapsed to the chair. He understood how she felt, thoroughly pleasured. Leaning over her, he placed his hands on the high back of the chaise
and took cleansing breaths until the world righted itself.

  With only a slight tremble left in his legs, he moved to the table and picked up the keys, unlocking the cuffs. “Put these up before you forget them and have to explain to your office where you left them.”

  Rolling over on her back, she said, “Even better, I’ll just tell them what I was doing with them. I’m sure they’d get a kick out of that.”

  “Maybe. I know I did.” He winked. “Come on, join me in the shower.”

  Springing from the couch, she raced past him. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Laughing, he chased her into the bathroom. By the time he caught up with his sexy little runner, the waterfall in the shower was flowing.

  They played around in the water, splashing and cleaning each other until they were both panting with desire once again.

  “I’ve had ideas about this shower.” Standing behind him, she stroked his hard cock as water cascaded down his chest.

  “Hopefully, they were the same ideas I’ve been having,” the words came out hoarse. Her talented hands were turning him inside out.

  “That depends on what you were thinking.”

  One of her hands cupped his sacks. “This.”

  Unable to take any more torture, he pivoted them around until her back was against the stone covered wall.

  Her eyes were bright with excitement as she squealed in delight.

  Sipping water from her breast until she was squirming in his arms, he dropped to his knees before her. Pressing her thighs wide he eyed the streams of water creating a pattern around her swollen clit. Feeling aroused and thirsty, he leaned in to drink from her nectar. Each droplet was a delicious blend of water and Danielle’s honey. Dipping his tongue between her folds, he tasted more as he slid against her slick cream. Pushing inside her tight pussy with his tongue, he tickled her walls and felt her squirm against his mouth. Her thighs began to quiver in his hands as he played her like a well-tuned instrument.

  Raising his head, he began flicking her protruding nub. Burying her hands in his hair, her fingers massaged his scalp as she pressed him closer to her sweet cunt. With her back arching off the shower wall, she climaxed, causing her hips to buck toward his face. Catching the refreshing piquant liquid in his mouth, he greedily consumed the flow of her orgasm.

  Standing, he gazed into her warm brown eyes, which were glowing with ecstasy.

  “You’re mine,” he told her, needing to place his claim on her the only way she allowed.

  “Always.”

  The single word of confirmation made him feel feral and dominant. Lifting her against the wet stone, he positioned himself between her legs.

  Robert loved how Danielle was never tentative about kissing him after he tasted her delectable sex. Leaning in, she kissed him deeply as they worked together in unison. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he buried his dick inside her in one sure thrust. His ears rang with their moans of passion and the sound mingled with the splashing water and reverberated around the room. Grinding into her, he gave her pleasure. She undulated against him, returning the favor.

  Entwined in each other’s arms, he and Danielle climaxed. He couldn’t say whose orgasm sparked the other’s, neither did he care as long as they were together.

  Chapter Four

  “Sweetheart, I don’t want this to end.” Robert leaned over Danielle in his bed, tracing the cocoa colored tip of her nipple. “I want more.”

  “Well, if I want to walk tomorrow, we’re going to have to stop eventually,” she giggled, misunderstanding his words.

  Stilling his hand, he looked into her milk chocolate brown eyes. “Not sex tonight. I mean us.”

  Her hand sifting through the hair on his chest stopped. The eyes that had been clear moments ago shaded as if blinds had been drawn over her soul.

  “As in?”

  She tensed under his hand, a deer prepared for flight.

  Placing a hand on her waist, to keep her from going before he said what was in his heart, he began, “Danielle, I want to be able to tell everyone I’m with you. See you in the morning when I wake up if I want to. Sit across from you in a restaurant.”

  “Robert, we’ve been down this road before—”

  “Let me finish, sweetheart.” He moved his hand to her lip. “I’m not asking because I want you as some trophy on my arm. But, I want you to understand how much I care about you. I want you as a permanent fixture in my life.”

  “This will never work.” She shook her head and sat up.

  “It will if we want it to.” He gazed up at her.

  “This county is not ready for us to be the first interracial couple.”

  Sitting up, he grabbed her hands. “I don’t care about this town’s opinion. You’re what matters and how much I lo—”

  “Don’t say it.” Launching herself off the bed, Danielle held her hands up as if warding him and his words off.

  He was beginning to get upset. The tension in his jaw was causing his teeth to clench. Not following her, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why the hell not?”

  “Because we’ll both be hurt. This is a fantasy, Robert, and soon we are going to have to wake up.”

  “Bullshit!” he exploded and got off the bed then. “If this is all some damn dream we’ve been living then why did you move to Claremont?”

  She retreated to the bathroom. “Let’s not do this, Robert. Please.” She called from the other room.

  “Not this time, Danielle, we’re going to put everything on the table and deal with it. Then we can move forward. Together.”

  Stomping out of the room dressed in her leggings and sports bra, she said, “Deal with it?” A harsh dry chuckle came from her lips. “No.”

  Seizing her arm, he said, “Why would you rather run away instead of face our problems head on?”

  “You know me, Robert, running is what I do.” Pulling out of his grasp, she snatched her shirt over her head. One arm, then the other came out of the side. “You’re the prince of Claremont County, Robert, with a big bad general of a father ruling this town. They don’t want this.” Her finger waved between the two of them. “I don’t know why you try to ignore that fact.” She jammed her feet in her sneakers.

  “You want facts. How about I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen when I met you? Fact. I’ve never stopped thinking about you since I went away to college. Fact. I couldn’t even study for the bar exam without hearing your laugh or seeing your smile. Final fact. My father may be a general, but he taught me not to stop fighting for what I want. I want you. Us.” Now he was even more pissed and shocked when he heard himself yelling. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he stepped to her and prepared to pull her in his arms.

  She moved out of reach. “How can you want and care about someone you don’t really know?” Her voice was low, almost making it difficult to hear.

  Robert tried to read her features, but they remained neutral, not giving anything away. “I know you, sweetheart. Inside and out.” He gave her a wicked smile.

  Not returning his smile, she asked in a hollow voice. “What’s my name?”

  What game is she playing now? “Seriously, honey?”

  “What’s my name?” she repeated the question.

  “Fine.” He threw his hands up. “Danielle Smith.”

  “Wrong.” Exiting his bedroom, she walked up the hall.

  His long strides allowed him to reach her, steps away from the living room. “Hold up a second. You can’t make a statement like that then leave. How can I be wrong? You’ve had the same name since I met you eight years ago.”

  “Not legally at that time.”

  Crossing his arms over his chest, he stood formidable as a wall, refusing to allow her to pass. “If Danielle isn’t your real name, why lie? I didn’t know you.”

  “I lied because I liked you. From across the room, you astounded me. It took everything inside of me to approach you. All the way over to you, I thought about
introducing myself, then I considered the shock on your face when I told you my name.”

  “I wouldn’t have cared, Danielle. I desired you. Every randy hormone was shouting inside my body when you walked up to me. I was sitting outside because none of those other girls even grabbed my attention. Black or white. I was getting ready to find my friends and tell them let’s go.”

  Squeezing past him, she entered the living room. “I should have let it end eight years ago.” Stopping at the door, she turned. “But I couldn’t stay away no matter how much I tried.”

  “So, who are you?” he asked, standing behind his couch.

  “LaQuesha Taleshia Danola Smith.” Shrugging her shoulder, she said, “My mom couldn’t make up her mind, so she gave me all of her inventions. My friends always called me Danni. So, I applied to college in Atlanta and put Danielle Smith on the application. A year later I got it legally changed. I’ve never looked back.”

  “That explains a lot.” Running his hands over his head, he sighed.

  “Like what? That I’m a girl from the wrong side of the city?” she guffawed.

  “No. Why I couldn’t find you.”

  Shock registered on her face.

  He was glad he was finally in the other seat. It was time for him to knock her off balance. “Christmas of my sophomore year, I came home. I drove to Valdosta and made some inquires about Danielle Smith. No one had ever heard of her.” He crossed the carpet toward her. “I had a Rip Van Winkle moment. I thought that maybe I slept that summer and dreamed you.”

  Her eyes became glassy as they filled with water. “It wasn’t a dream. But, this is still not going to work.”

  Reaching out, he held her face between his hands. “It has to, because just like when I’m inside of you and you need me to move harder and faster for you to come, I need you in my life so I can breathe.”

  Stretching up on her toes, she kissed him. “I have to go.” She turned away.

  As he watched her, she grabbed the rolling case she’d placed by the door after they straightened up after dinner, then pulled the door open and left.