Beth Kery

by Sweet Restraint

  He paused and filled his palm with tight, hot flesh.

  “Do you think you’ve gotten my point, Laura?”

  She leaned up and looked over her shoulder. An explosion of need detonated in him when he saw how vividly pink her cheeks were from arousal.

  “Yes,” she whispered softly. “You’re going to take care of me.”

  “That’s right.” He rubbed his fingertips softly over the sensitive patch of skin above the crack of her ass. She inhaled sharply.

  “I think I’d like to see you wearing your cuffs again, baby. Would you like that?”

  She bit her lower lip to restrain a groan. She nodded her head, her eyes huge in her face.

  “Stand up, then, and I’ll get them for you.”

  He went to his chest of drawers and withdrew the black leather cuffs she’d worn much of the time they’d been at the cabin. Once he’d fastened them to her wrists he stood back and inspected her with a hot stare.

  “You know, I don’t know how you could possibly ever top this outfit. I’d be a happy man if all you ever wore were these leather cuffs.” He smiled when he saw her open her mouth, a protest undoubtedly forming on her tongue. “And my heart between your breasts,” he added softly.

  She just stared at him for a moment, her lips gaping open and her green eyes glistening.

  “Shane Dominic,” she whispered. “You can say the damnedest things.”

  After spanking her until her bottom blushed hotly and slaying her with his unexpected, sweet words, Laura was all too willing to do whatever Shane asked her. She was like putty in his hands.

  And my heart between your breasts.

  Who was she kidding, anyway? She’d be putty in Shane’s hands if he quoted the Sunday comics to her.

  “Come here,” he said quietly, leading her over to the head of his king-sized bed. He was such a big man, the giant wrought-iron sleigh bed suited him perfectly. And was apparently perfectly suited for restraining a willing woman, as well, Laura thought with amusement as she followed Shane’s instructions and slid her hands behind one of the iron posts. Once he’d joined the cuffs behind both a vertical and horizontal post she was restrained.

  “Lie on your right side on the bed,” he whispered, his voice growing hoarse from the same arousal that fired her own flesh and turned her pussy wet and hot.

  She groaned in protest once she’d positioned herself on the bed and Shane lay down behind her without removing his pants.

  “Shane, I need you,” she moaned.

  “I need you, too. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?” he asked as he ran a hand over the curve of her hip and along the sensitive skin at the side of her torso. She shivered with mounting excitement. Her nipples drew painfully tight. He leaned down over her and kissed her ear, the suction he applied and then his warm tongue making her squirm on the bed.

  “Tell me what it is you need,” he whispered hotly next to her ear.

  “I need you.” She gasped when he plunged a thick forefinger into her pussy.

  “Care to be a little more specific?” he coaxed.

  She groaned as he moved his finger inside of her. Her clit throbbed, aching to be touched. Even the soles of her feet burned she was so aroused. She pulled down on her restraints, thrusting out her breasts and grinding her hips down onto his hand.

  “Your cock,” she whispered shakily.

  His finger paused inside of her. “You’re trembling baby. And your pussy is so wet.” Laura moaned in an agony of need when he withdrew from her. “Turn your face to me. Keep your lips parted.” She twisted her head around. He held her hostage with his fiery eyes as he traced her lips with a finger lubricated by her juices.

  “Suck it. It’s sweet,” he ordered hoarsely.

  Laura closed her lips and suckled her own musky essence while Shane pushed his finger in and out of her mouth. She loved it; loved tasting herself mingling with the subtle taste of his skin. She drew on him so hungrily he growled deep in stark arousal and began to attack the zipper on his pants. His underwear and pants never made it far past the middle of his long, strong thighs before he was fisting his cock and pressing the fat head to her slit.

  Laura wanted him inside of her so badly. His absence felt like a pain. Shane pushed her upper leg forward on the bed, opening her body to him. He growled, primitive and deep, and pushed his cock into her pussy several inches.

  She gasped. He groaned.

  “Don’t hurt your shoulder,” she panted.

  “Fuck my shoulder.”

  “No . . . fuck me. Oh . . . Shane.”

  Laura grabbed the wrought-iron bedpost she was restrained to and pushed back forcefully with her hips, seating his cock fully in her body. He began to pump her shallow and hard, the thick rim of the head of his penis massaging deep, delicious flesh.

  “That’s how you like it, isn’t it, baby?” he asked as he held himself off her with his good arm and watched her face.

  It was how she liked it, all right. She wanted to tell him so but she was too full of him to speak. Her mouth hung open slackly as he smacked their flesh together again and again. It had never felt so intense for her. Every muscle in her body grew rigid. She pulled desperately at her restraints, not because she wanted to be free . . . but because she wanted Shane closer, nearer, deeper.

  “Oh, God!” she cried out in agony. He kept her coasting right on the crest of a powerful wave of climax. Sweat slicked her body as he pounded into her and she strained for release.

  Shane held her hip and began thrusting into her pussy with longer strokes. Her eyelids cracked open and she glanced over her shoulder. His handsome face was rigid with excitement. He looked primal, his dusky skin covered with a thin coat of sweat, muscles flexed, his hips powering his cock into her mercilessly.

  “Nothing. Nothing will keep me from you again,” he told her fiercely.

  She whimpered at the sensation of his cock swelling in her pussy. He slammed into her. He roared, his face convulsing with pleasure. Laura whimpered at the sensation of his cock jerking inside her as he came. The sensation tipped her over the edge, igniting her. It was as if her explosion amplified his, and Shane’s her own, until they existed at the core of a blinding, white-hot conflagration of bliss.

  “Let me loose,” Laura said sometime later. Shane spooned her, their naked skin pressed tight. Once his wild panting had slowed, his head dropped to hers and he began to mouth and nibble at her neck lazily. It felt delicious.

  But she wanted to touch him.

  He released her wrists and she turned onto her back. She smiled up at him as he leaned over her. She used her forefinger to explore the sexy cleft in his chin, feeling like the queen of the universe when her actions brought a small, crooked grin to his lips.

  “I’m glad you won’t let anything come between us again,” she murmured. “But I hope your plan for keeping me safe doesn’t consist solely of tying me up to your bed and having your way with me whenever the mood strikes you.”

  He turned his chin and bit playfully at her finger. She laughed softly. “It wouldn’t be fair to you to keep you tied up twenty-four hours a day. I have a feeling that’s how often the mood is going to strike. I have fourteen years of making love to you to compensate for, you know.”

  She caressed his chest near his bandaged shoulder, treasuring the preciousness of that simple touch in a way that a person who took a loved one for granted could never understand. She promised herself then and there to do her best to always remember how fragile life could be . . . how indescribably amazing it was to be here with Shane. He must have noticed her expression because he cupped her face with his hand.

  “Why so serious, baby?”

  She smiled and shook her head, feeling foolish at the tears that sprang to her eyes.

  “For all those years, something like this”—she paused and glanced down at them pressed together, skin to skin—“would have been a dream. I can’t quite believe I’m here with you. That I can stay . . .”

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p; Her voice trailed off as emotion gripped at her throat. Shane’s face convulsed slightly.

  “It’s not all going to be fun, games, and being tied up to my bed, you know. I’m an old bachelor. I’ll probably drive you nuts with my bad habits.”

  Her smile widened. “Bad habits? Like feeling the need to tease me into a good mood the second you see a tear? You’re probably right. You will drive me nuts. I guess you’ll have to be extra sweet to me when you’re not being old and crotchety to make up for it.”

  His white teeth flashing in his dark face made her heart squeeze in her chest. God, she was every bit as head over heels for him as she had been as a girl of seventeen . . . more so, now that a woman’s heart beat in her breast.

  “I think I have an idea to sweeten the weight of your heavy burden right from the starting gates,” Shane murmured as he ducked his head and nuzzled the emerald heart between her breasts. “Why don’t you find that folder filled with all the places you used to dream about going to and pick one of them? We’ll go. Next week if you want. Anywhere your heart desires.”

  Laura laughed softly.

  “What? You’re laughing at my gift to you?” he asked, pretending to be offended. “I thought you said you used to dream of going to those places. Now you can.”

  She shook her head. She wondered if her vast love for him was broadcast in her eyes when she saw his rugged features soften.

  “I used to dream about those places because I wanted to escape. I don’t want to go anywhere now unless it’s with you,” she whispered as she touched his cheek. “I’ve finally come home, Shane. Being with you . . . anywhere. That’s always been my true dream.”

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Beth Kery grew up in a huge house, built in the nineteenth century, where she cultivated her love of mystery and romance. When she wasn’t hunting for secret passageways and ghosts with her friends, she was gobbling up fantasy and adventure novels along with any other books she could get her hands on. Currently, she juggles the demands of two careers, her love of the city and the arts, and a busy family life. Her writing reflects her passion for all of the above. Find out more about Beth and her books at www.bethkery.com.