by KB Alan
She watched him in the mirror, but when he didn’t say anything, she went about her routine. He stood behind her, watching as she brushed her teeth and put lotion on her face, her expression questioning and expectant. When she reached one hand for her hairbrush and the other up to release her ponytail, he stopped her.
“Clasp your hands behind my back.”
There was no hesitation as she complied, her gaze glued to his in the mirror. He let his expression show his appreciation for her quick obedience, then he broke the connection, needing to watch as his hands slipped inside the loose waistband of the yoga pants she wore. Within moments she was dripping wet, ready to accept the fingers he curled into her. Her head fell back to his shoulder, her hands pressing hard into his back. He worked her, the heel of his hand pressing into her clit, his fingers finding the spot inside that made her cry out.
He brought his free hand up to rest gently against her arched neck, his fingers loosely circling her. Her cunt clenched tightly around his fingers and she came with a sharp cry. Giving her only a few seconds to recover, he pulled his fingers free, brought them to her lips, a silent command. She opened her mouth, accepted his fingers into her mouth, cleaned them thoroughly.
He pulled free, met her eyes in the mirror once again. “On your knees.”
A smile flashed across her face before the vision disappeared as she turned and dropped in front of him. She looked up for permission, received his nod, and quickly went to work pulling his pajama pants down to his ankles and wrapping her soft hands around his very hard shaft.
Her enthusiastic tongue, talented fingers and hums of appreciation made short work of the task he’d given her. When he was nearly ready, he grabbed her ponytail, wrapped the hair in a tight grip. She stilled immediately, her mouth going lax, tilting her chin to give him what he needed. He pushed in almost roughly, hitting the back of her throat before retreating, then again and again. He fucked her mouth, her hands braced on his thighs, her body open and willing to receive what he gave. When he gave one last thrust and paused, she sucked hard and he exploded into her.
She released her hold but he waited a moment before sliding clear, needing to catch his breath, loving the feel of her warm mouth around his sensitive flesh.
“So good, baby. Thank you.”
Her eyes smiling up at him was her only response.
He found himself humming during his quick shower and she laughed at whatever look was on his face when he stepped out. He just smiled and brushed his teeth while she went in the bedroom to dress. They were ready at the same time and walked out of the house hand in hand. She paused near their cars but he tugged her along until they were walking down the driveway toward the barn.
“Aren’t we going to need a car?” she asked.
“Nope.”
He glanced at her as they walked. She looked a little unsure and he didn’t like that she doubted his plans to take her out, but it was his own fault, so he just waited.
Inside the barn, he led her to a tarp in the far corner and pulled it free, revealing a motorcycle. She actually clapped her hands in excitement and he was glad the rain had moved on, leaving behind the gorgeous fall day so that he could give her this. He handed her two helmets and rolled the bike out into the sun.
“We’ll go back up to the house, get better jackets,” he told her as he helped her with her helmet. “I didn’t want to give the surprise away.”
She just grinned at him, waited until he’d straddled the bike, then climbed on. She tucked in close, wrapped her arms around his waist and he drove them slowly back to the house. They put heavier jackets on, remounted, and headed out.
It was a bit of a drive to the shooting range he’d selected but Emma was grinning hugely when they got off the bike. She handed him her helmet then threw her arms around him and smacked him with a kiss.
“That was awesome!”
He laughed. “I’m glad you liked it.”
The place wasn’t busy and it wasn’t long before they had everything they needed and a lane assignment. He showed her how the gun worked, the bullets and magazine, then they both donned ear protectors and safety glasses. When he opened the heavy door, he watched her. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the sharp smells, but she grabbed his hand and tugged him to the number they’d been given.
There were partitions between the lanes and a small counter that he set the gun and ammunition onto. He hooked one of the paper targets he’d gotten into place, then pushed a button that moved the target back. He stopped it at twenty yards.
Emma was seriously buzzing after the motorcycle ride and from excitement at being in the shooting range. It was an alien world—the sounds, the smells, even the fact that they’d gotten there on a motorcycle instead of in a car, served to make the whole adventure sort of surreal. She imagined that if she’d come with anyone else, she’d be nervous, but with Drew at her side, she was just excited and ready to try.
Together they loaded the gun as he’d shown her before they put on the ear protectors. She turned to the target and took her stance. He nudged the back of her thigh very gently, reminding her not to lock her knees. He put his hands on her shoulders until she remembered to pull them down away from her ears. She took a deep breath, relaxing and finding her stillness. When he rested his hands lightly on her hips, she knew he was ready for her to begin. Lining up the sights on the gun, she aimed at the target. The trigger was heavier than she’d expected and it felt as if she had to pull a long time, and yet somehow it was still sudden when the trigger snapped back and the gun kicked in her hand. The noise and recoil, though expected, still made her jump a tiny bit.
His fingers flexed reassuringly against her, but he didn’t try to brace her. She looked at the target and saw a hole in the bottom corner. Careful to keep the gun pointed down the range, she turned and gave him a grin. His answering grin was beautiful and full of pride and it warmed her heart. Turning back, she took her time relaxing again and lining up the sights, then worked her way through the magazine, most of them hitting the target.
Then he moved the target back and took a turn, impressing the hell out of her with his speed and precision. He definitely wasn’t using the sight on the barrel, like she was. She tried a final round, doing slightly better, even with the greater distance of the target. She was having such a great time, she actually gave a minute’s thought to blowing off her class. But she couldn’t do it and she wasn’t about to suggest he call in sick, so she resolved to just enjoy the time they had left. And there was much to enjoy, the way he handled the powerful bike with ease, and, cliché or not, the feel of the thrumming machine between her legs as she was pressed up tight against him was certainly something she could enjoy. A lot.
They got back to the house just in time for him to give her a smoking-hot kiss that left her breathless and a little bit shaky as he eased her into her car. She blinked at the steering wheel for a minute before noticing his evil grin. Unable to do anything else, she laughed and started the car. And watched him in the rearview mirror until she had to turn onto the main road.
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Emma knew she was in a bit of a mood as she drove out to Drew’s a week later. Her father had booked her ticket home for after finals and she was feeling a weird mix of happy to be going to see her parents and dreading how it was going to affect her relationship with Drew. The fact that her brother’s birthday was three days after Christmas always made the holidays a mixed bag of emotions.
She’d considered cancelling on Drew, but she had only a couple of more weeks to see him before her trip and she didn’t want to waste her chance. Determining to put her cranky pants firmly behind her, she turned up the music and spent the drive daydreaming what interesting things her man might have in store for her and reminding herself how much she liked it that he’d started calling her baby after her stupid little tantrum. She wasn’t sure he’d even noticed, but she certainly had.
The smell of pizza was pungent as she walked to the door held open by a sm
iling Drew. He took her backpack from her and gave her a kiss before ushering her into the house and closing the door behind her. He gestured to his laptop, sitting on the dining room table.
“I got an email from Toby, if you want to see. He has some pictures from his trip, funny little stories. I called him after and we talked a while.”
He moved into the kitchen and opened the oven to check the pizza. It was one of her favorite meals that he made. Using store-bought dough, he doctored up his own sauce and used plenty of cheese in addition to the sausage and mushroom toppings she favored. He swore it was the pizza stone that made the difference. She didn’t care, she just liked that he made it often. Apparently deciding it could use some more time, he shut the door as she sat to look at the laptop.
“How did he sound?” she asked.
“Good. Really good. I was worried, since this was the first solo trip of the kind that they used to take together. But he said he was feeling better than he has since it happened. He credits a decent portion of that to you.”
She blushed. “I think it was just the timing. Part of him was ready to start embracing life again. You helped him with that.”
He took the seat next to her, reached his hand around her neck and brought her forward for a kiss. “Yes. And part of it was you, just being you.”
Pleased that he thought so, she read the email, laughed with him over some of the stories and looked at the photos. By the time she was done, Drew had pulled the pizza from the oven and sliced it up. “How much work do you have, baby?”
She smiled as he handed her a plate. “Not much, maybe half an hour. How was work today?”
He told her about a domestic disturbance call that luckily had ended up more comedy than drama. She loaded the dishwasher and started it running while he went to take a shower. She was on the couch with her book and netbook, feet stretched out to rest on the coffee table, when he came down with his paperback. He sat at the other end of the couch, then leaned over, picked her feet up and swung them around so that her feet were in his lap instead.
She just rolled her eyes at him, but couldn’t actually keep the smile off her face. He was careful not to distract her, as he always was when she was doing homework, but she was glad to reach the end of what she needed to do and shut the netbook down. She leaned over to put it and her textbook on the coffee table, then snuggled down a bit so she was reclining against the couch arm.
Setting his book aside, he picked up one foot and dug his thumb into her arch. Her eyes rolled up in her head and he laughed out loud. “Good?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Tell me about your class.”
No, she was done with schoolwork for today. She didn’t want to think about it anymore. Didn’t want to think about how close to being finished she was, how much work the next semester was going to be. And then it would be over. Done. Time to leave.
“Don’t you have more important things to concentrate on right now?” she asked, pretending she didn’t hear the note of belligerence in her own voice.
He raised his eyebrow at her, something that managed to look sexy but still come across as chiding. He switched feet and she tucked the toes of the finished foot under his thigh. “You’re pretty good at that,” she said when he didn’t answer.
“Instinct.”
“I do like your instincts.” Well, mostly. Except when it had him giving her that penetrating look.
“I’m glad.”
He moved his hand up to her ankle.
“Hey, you weren’t done down there.”
Chapter Fourteen
The look Drew gave Emma only caused her to pout. Interesting. Emma wasn’t much of a pouter. Something was going on with her, but he had no idea what. He didn’t think it was anything to do with Toby. Something with school? Should he steer the conversation back to that? She didn’t seem inclined to talk about whatever the problem was, and he debated pushing it, or pushing her and letting the rest come out later.
She pulled her foot free of his grasp then set it in his lap. She wanted something more from him and it wasn’t conversation.
He gave a light slap to her foot. “Behave, missy.”
Her pout deepened, though he was sure at least some of it was put on.
“Maybe I don’t want to.”
Repositioning his hand on her ankle, he gave her a hard look. “Is that so?
She tried to jerk her foot free again, twisted in his grasp. He watched her eyes fall partly shut at the sensation of being trapped. He didn’t know why she was in brat mode, didn’t know why she didn’t want to talk anymore, but he knew the best way to find out.
Standing abruptly, he dropped her leg and pointed to the stairs. “Wait for me on the bed. No clothes.”
She stared at him for a full minute, satisfaction, nervousness and arousal all clear on her face. Then she rolled off the couch and stomped into the bedroom. He heard her open the door harder than it needed as he walked into the kitchen and pulled a glass from the shelf. Taking deep breaths, he filled the glass with ice from the refrigerator dispenser, then water. The sound of the ice crackling under the flow of water always sounded sexual to him. He had no idea why, but it helped him center himself. He wasn’t mad, knew she was testing him, testing herself in some way. But he needed to be focused, needed to figure out what it was that she was looking for, what she wanted, and most importantly, what she needed.
He drank the cold water slowly, until there was only ice left. Then he carefully placed the glass on the counter and walked to the bedroom. It didn’t surprise him at all that she wasn’t sitting in a submissive pose, calmly waiting for her master’s orders. Still, he had to bite back a smile at what he found. While he was pretty sure she was naked, as ordered, she’d crawled under the covers, wrapped herself tightly within and was feigning sleep.
The covers moved too rapidly from her breathing for her to actually be asleep. Keeping as quiet as possible without actually sneaking, so that she’d have to struggle to track his movements, he walked to the dresser and selected an anal plug and lube from the drawer. When he moved to the side of the bed, her eyes were closed. He watched her for a moment, letting the anticipation build while he had the pleasure of studying her face. Her skin, that fascinating combination of brown with the hint of olive, looked striking against his sage-green sheets. He realized he’d started favoring the sheet set for exactly that reason. Her black hair spread out across the pillow, one skinny lock falling along her cheek, just in front of her ear. He’d never spent much time looking at a woman’s nose, but he had to say hers was attractive. Not too big, not too small. Like everything else about her, it worked perfectly for her. Had he noticed that before?
She’d begun to make subtle movements under his scrutiny. A hard swallow, a twitch of the eyelid, a crinkle along her forehead, quickly smoothed out. He reached out and grabbed the covers, flung them completely off the bed before she had a chance to react. Her eyes flew open but she made no further move.
“What?” she asked.
He held his hand out to her. “Put this in.”
She sat up, looked at the lube and the plug. “Okay. Bend over. Don’t worry, I’ll use lots of lube.”
It was a struggle not to laugh, to force his expression to remain stern.
“Emma.”
She moved back, only an inch or two, but away from what he held, away from what he ordered. He dropped the items on the bed, grabbed her up and had her bent over his legs, ass in the air, before she had time to do anything more than squeak.
Three hard slaps had her breathing hard, her breasts pressing snugly against his leg, her body trembling ever so slightly against him. He opened the lube, squirted a large amount on her and worked it in easily. The plug was a small one, so he didn’t need to do much prep. When she was wet, he picked the toy up and slid it neatly into her ass. She stiffened but said nothing.
He lifted his arm from her back and she rolled off, landing on the floor and scrambling away from him. But she mad
e no move to touch her ass.
“Stand up.”
She did so, but not with the graceful compliance she usually displayed. He took a step forward, knowing she’d take one in retreat. When she did, he crowded her, walking her backward until she was against the dresser with nowhere else to go. He spun her around, using his size and weight to hold her against the cool wood. His legs bracketed hers, his left arm going around her body and between her breasts until he rested his palm lightly against her throat. A full body shiver betrayed her and he let himself smile since she couldn’t see.
With his free hand he opened a far drawer and pulled out restraints. When he backed away from her body, he trailed his hand around until he gripped the back of her neck. Using only that touch he directed her back to the bed. He gave a small push, nudging her to bend over the bed, but she stood firm, locked her knees. In less than five seconds he’d kicked her feet apart, pulled her wrists behind her back, shoved his knee hard against the plug lodged in her ass and forced her cheek against the sheet. While his legs kept hers spread and his knee continued to manipulate the toy, he buckled the restraints around her wrists.
Her butt made tiny movements against his leg that he was sure she was completely unaware of. Sliding a hand under her torso, he cupped her breast, found her nipples hard. She breathed into him, but her eyes were shut, refusing to look at him. He pulled his hand free and spanked her again, once, twice. She made a needy sound in the back of her throat.
Keeping one hand firmly on her backside, he knelt next to the bed and wrapped her ankles in the cuffs. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do one-handed, but it only took a couple of minutes. When he was done, he stood, leaned one arm next to her head, let most of his weight settle on her. Her mouth was open, her breath coming in little gasps. Sweat beaded along her hairline. She went limp under him, relaxing into the mattress. He fingered her hair back from her face, watched the tension instinctively fade from her features. Until she began to think again. Her eyelid twitched, her fingers curled against his stomach. He nuzzled her face, kissed her cheek. Then he moved.
