Yours to Savor

by Scarlett Edwards

  “Brandon?” she asked meekly. “Where are you?”

  “Shh.” His hot susurration at her ear shocked her. She had no idea he was so close. “Be quiet now. Turn over again. I’m going to show you what it’s like to be in the hands of a man who knows what he’s doing. You’re going to come for me before I even let you touch me.”

  “Brandon!” The need in her was overpowering. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hard, hot body against hers.

  “Shush, darling. Just trust me. Roll over.”

  She did, feeling the roughened leather chafe against her sensitive nipples.

  “Good. Now, bring your hands back.” She did, and he kissed each palm, and then laid them on top of each other just above her hips. Sandra felt something stiff cuff her wrists, and when she tried to move them, she found they were bound.

  Panic seared through her. She’d never given up control like this before! Her eyes shot open, but everything was black. Scared, confused, she opened her mouth to protest—and found Brandon’s fingers digging into the flesh around her lips.

  “Remember what I said about speaking,” he cautioned. “That’s my belt around your wrists.” Without warning, his mouth sealed hers with a slow, wet kiss. He kept her lower lip between his teeth when he retreated, stretching the skin tight before letting go to have it snap into place. “Now,” he said, “are you going to do as I say?”

  Sandra nodded, a little whimper escaping her throat. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good.” He came up behind her. “Spread your legs. Go on your knees. I’m going to give you the gratification you’re after. But, I’m going to tease you, first.”

  Sandra bit down her tongue, tense with anticipation. Brandon tugged on her bound hands, jerking her shoulders back. She gasped at the bit of pain that flared through her stretched muscles. Then the coarse fabric of Brandon’s pants brushed against her bare legs as he positioned himself between them. She felt his erection pressing into her quivering flesh, trying to break free from the constraint of his slacks.

  Brandon pulled her arms farther back. With her hips poised in the air, face and breasts pressing into the grainy leather, and Brandon behind her, Sandra had never felt so helpless.

  Or so turned on.

  His pants slid down his legs, and suddenly Brandon’s cock slapped against her naked skin. She moaned and wiggled her hips back, needing to feel him inside her.

  “You like that?” Brandon mused. Before she could reply, he gave a tug on her wrists, with enough strength to lift her upper body off the chaise. A jolt of pain spread through her body from her shoulders, but it was forgotten when Brandon grabbed hold of her ass hard. “Do you want me inside you?”

  “Yes,” Sandra whimpered.

  Brandon made a sound of displeasure, and tugged on her wrists again. Another jolt of pain shot through her body. “I’m not convinced.” Sandra could feel his hard cock brushing against her skin. If he had any idea how badly she wanted him…

  “Brandon, please!” she gasped. Her shoulders screamed at her in agony as he continued to hold her arms back. She became aware of his cock sliding around her slit, just outside the silky fabric of her underwear, lightly grazing the swollen skin with a teasing touch. Her entire body started to shake from how badly she desired him. “Brandon,” she moaned again, “please!”

  “That’s better,” he intoned. “But I have to warn you, this is going to be different from this morning.”

  Suddenly he pulled the thong to one side and thrust inside her, the girth of his penis tearing at her walls and filling her to the brink. Sandra gasped as he forced himself all the way in, without mercy, without restraint, as deep as her body would allow… and held himself there. Her tight muscles clenched around him, shrieking against the intrusion but at the same time welcoming it dearly. Sandra cried out in the mix of pleasure and pain. Brandon stayed like that, thrust deep inside her, for what felt like ages… and then he pulled out, and began to pump into her.

  Sandra cried out with every push, but her body burned with unspeakable pleasure. She heard Brandon breathing hard, lust clear in every breath. Not being able to see him behind her only intensified the sensations she was feeling, as did, she realized to her shame, the constricting pain radiating from her shoulders. The sharpness made the pleasure so much sweeter. Giving up her body this way was dangerous… but so very thrilling. Brandon took full advantage of her vulnerability, but the only thing that mattered was that she trusted him with it.

  Her breasts swung and slapped against her skin, adding to the orchestra of heavy panting, deep grunting, and shrill cries that filled the air. When Brandon’s hand caught one of her breasts, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh around her tightened nipple, it felt to Sandra as if all the pressure building inside her contracted to a quivering point, so very close to breaking…

  The glorious release came in a flash. Sandra screamed Brandon’s name as her muscles clenched hard around his dick. The first wave of the mind-shattering climax pulsed through her body in a rush. His satisfied growl trembled through her in a deep bass. When he withdrew, letting go of her wrists, she collapsed into the contours of the chaise, boneless.

  She lay there panting, lined with sweat, astounded and amazed at the heights of pleasure Brandon had taken her to. After a moment, she felt warmth by her face, and something hard prodded her cheek. “Your turn,” came Brandon’s husky voice.

  Sandra understood. She wasn’t quite sure how she gathered the strength to push herself up, not when her muscles felt as lax as they did, but somehow she did it. She realized her hands were no longer bound. She felt for Brandon’s legs and reached up to cup his balls with her fingers as she opened her mouth to take him in. Brandon brushed back her hair, almost gentle in his movements now. She wrapped lips and tongue around his cock, tasting her own juices mixed with his. She hollowed her cheeks and started to suck, drawing him in and out, grasping him at the base with one hand and jerking faster.

  “Yes. Yes, baby!” he urged. “That feels so good. Just like that. Fuuuuck.”

  Encouraged by his praise, Sandra dropped her head and took him all the way in. He shuddered as she held him there for as long as she could. She gasped a breath of air into raw lungs when she let go, eyes watering, and dropped her head immediately to lick around his balls, catching his freed cock with one hand and stroking fast. He swelled between her fingers, growing even harder. She turned her head up to lick along the thick vein that throbbed on the underside.

  Brandon’s fingers tightened in the roots of her hair and he urged her lips back around his cock. She took him in again, stunned by her willingness to comply, but surprised even more by how much she wanted to. He gripped the sides of her head and began to thrust his hips back and forth, overcome by the primal urge for his own release. His labored breathing let her know how much he enjoyed it. She let him fuck her like that—even through the wild jabs against the back of her throat. She loved the way his cock stiffened even more as he moved.

  When he let up, Sandra curled her fingers around his length and continued to pump him with her fist, dropping her mouth to enclose his heavy balls. It didn’t take long for them to draw up from her mouth, and Sandra quickly repositioned herself in front.

  Brandon gave a rugged gasp, shuddered once, and spurted hot semen into her open mouth in rhythmic, scorching bursts. When he sagged forward into her, completely spent, Sandra leaned in and sealed her lips around his cock, sucking every last drop from him. She knew he couldn’t see her in the dark, but he could feel her. When he pulled back, she collected the bit of dribble that leaked down her chin, brought it inside her mouth, and swallowed his entire load.

  Brandon shivered as she did, and Sandra felt an unusual pride swell inside her. “I love the taste of you, Brandon,” she told him. After everything he’d done for her—after all the ways he’d selflessly brought her pleasure—all she wanted to do was offer him the same satisfaction. The way his body trembled above her told her that she had.

>   Brandon reached down and pulled her to her feet. She let her sapped body collapse onto his, and he hugged her close. Then, with one hand, he tilted her chin up, and dipped his mouth to hers to fill her with a slow, wet kiss. “I love the taste of you, Sandra,” he whispered, his still-hard cock pressing up against her belly. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up. I haven’t shown you the bedroom yet.”

  Sandra collapsed onto the soft sheets, her breath ragged. Beads of sweat covered her body, mixing with the sweet scent of Brandon’s juices to make the entire bed smell of sex.

  Brandon lay beside her, propped up on one elbow. His unblinking green eyes were fixed on her face as she came down from the wondrous climax. When that final spasm rocked her body, she gave a shuddery moan… and turned her head to regard him. The soft lights from outside cast a silver aura around his body.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked. “That first time, when I held your arms back on the leather chair?”

  Yes, but it was the best type of pain I’ve ever felt. “No,” she lied. She brought a fluttery hand to his lips, and let him suckle her fingers. “Brandon, I’ve never experienced anything like that. Four times in one night…”

  He smiled, and put his arm over her waist to tug her close. “I’m glad I could impress you.”

  “Brandon, it’s more than that. I’ve never had more than one orgasm in a single night before you. And now, in a few hours, you’ve given me four…” she trailed off as memories of the last one filled her mind, and she gave an involuntary shiver. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”

  “Then I’ll carry you wherever you need to go.” He stretched his arms out and gave a massive yawn. “But not now. I think we’ve both exhausted ourselves for the night.”

  “I think so, too.” She snuggled close to him, loving the way he pressed his nose to her hair to take long, deep breaths.

  “Goodnight, babe,” Brandon murmured in her ear.

  Sandra felt his body relax. She closed her eyes. “Goodnight.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Sandra awoke the next morning to an empty bed.

  Panic flared within her. Brandon is gone!

  It lasted only a second before she heard his familiar, husky voice. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Hi,” she said, breathless, relief swelling in her chest. She looked over and found him leaning against the wall, fully dressed. “You’re not in bed. Why?”

  “Why?” He moved slowly, as if underwater, to land beside her. He placed a hand on her bare abdomen and kissed her neck. “Because, it’s nearly noon.”

  Sandra bolted upright, jerking away from his touch.

  “Is something wrong?” Worry creased his face.

  “It can’t be noon!”

  He frowned. “The clock over there says different.”

  Sandra looked over, and saw the clock was, in fact, blinking 11:54am. A gasp escaped her lips.

  “What is it?” Brandon asked. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

  “No, it’s just… I’ve never slept so long before!”

  He smiled and rose from the bed. He chuckled as he began knotting a tie around his neck. “You expect me to believe you’ve never slept in in your life?”

  “I have… nightmares,” Sandra admitted. “They wake me up.”

  “Well, last night you slept like a slumbering babe.”

  “I did, didn’t I?” The wonder she felt inside rang clear in her voice.

  “Is that so surprising?”

  “I just… I can’t remember the last time those dreams didn’t wake me!” In spite of herself, she gave a delighted squeal.

  “Glad I could be of help,” Brandon said, a twinkle in his eye. “But, I’ve got to go. They’ve been calling me all morning.”

  “Who?”

  “Some of my clients. They can get pretty testy.”

  “Why didn’t you go yet?”

  “I had to watch you sleep.”

  She felt such a flood of warmth at his words that she sank back against the headboard and sighed.

  “Although…” Brandon trailed off, jaw clenched, the muscles of his neck dancing as he took in her naked form. Her skin prickled in response to that hungry gaze. “You are tempting,” he admitted in a throaty growl.

  Sandra rolled to her front, dangled her feet in the air, tugged on his sleeve. “You should come back to bed,” she purred suggestively.

  “If you knew how crazy you’re making me feel right now…” Brandon cut off as his cell phone rang. “Shit. I’ve already delayed too long just looking at you.” He exhaled. “This can’t wait. I’ve been putting it off all morning. I’ve got to go. You trust me when I say I’ll be back?”

  “Of course,” Sandra said, feeling absolutely delighted with life. She rolled over so she was on her back, hung her head over the side of the bed, and regarded him upside down. He looked so handsome in that tailored dark suit, the black tie etched with a hint of silver, the pale green shirt underneath offering a delicious contrast to it all and matching his eyes. She couldn’t decide if he looked better like this or right side up.

  Or above me? she thought slyly.

  “Alright.” Brandon leaned down to place one last kiss on her lips. He started in surprise when Sandra jerked her hands up and pulled him deeper.

  When he emerged, he looked only a little unsteady.

  “Breakfast is on the table. This time, I had it brought up.” He winked, and went to get his phone. “This is the last thing I have to do in Seattle. I’m returning to Ocean Shores after. Maybe I can drive you?”

  “Of course,” Sandra smiled.

  “Or, even better… maybe we can take VEGA.”

  Sandra furrowed her brows. “Your boat is here?”

  “My yacht, darling. You’re going to have to get used to calling her that. And, yes. Remember our first date, out over the water?”

  “On your… yacht,” Sandra said deliberately. “Of course. Why?”

  “I didn’t lie when I told you I had a meeting when I took you to shore. Only, the meeting was in Seattle. And booked for the next morning. I sailed here from Ocean Shores.”

  “Oh. I thought…” she stopped. “Actually, I don’t know what I thought. How’d your car end up here, then?”

  “Clarisse drove it. If we take VEGA, she can drive it back.”

  Sandra felt a little surprised that he’d let his assistant drive such a powerful vehicle, but seeing how anxious Brandon was to go, she decided not to ask. “I’d love to sail back.”

  “Good.” With that, he strode out the room. Every stride had purpose. Brandon never failed to look impressive, Sandra decided.

  Long after she heard the elevator doors open to take Brandon down, she sat up in bed. Breakfast? she thought idly. But, she was too amazed to consider eating.

  For the first time in more than fifteen years, she’d slept in.

  For the first night since the fire, the nightmares hadn’t woken her after she’d slept more than seven hours.

  Was that all it took? The embrace of a man who made her feel protected? The embrace of a man she felt she could trust?

  This whole time, she’d been searching for something else, something that would put an end to the dreams. She thought back to the move with Henry to Dallas. Henry may have been older than her. He may have been keenly smart. But, in all other areas of life, he’d been a child.

  Brandon was a man.

  He was a man who made her feel comfortable, and extremely desired. Sandra was a woman of strong resolve, but for the first time in her life, she’d met a man who was stronger. Moreover, he unleashed something within her… something primal and sexual that had lain dormant for a very long time. For my whole life, in fact.

  Henry had never come close to awakening such feelings in her. But, in the span of a few days, Brandon had surpassed every man Sandra had ever known.

  The way her heart fluttered now as she thought of him told her that Brandon… is someone I’m dangerously close to falling in l
ove with.

  The admission shocked her. Sandra knew better than to be so free with her emotions. She had risked getting hurt. But at the same time, she’d never had a man impact her being so completely before. Just two weeks ago, she’d been toiling away in her dead-end job, trying to get a grip on her life, to find that missing something that would let her live her life without her constant nightmares. And then Brandon had popped up out of nowhere to whisk her away on the greatest adventure of her life.

  It didn’t even matter that she’d only known him for a week. It didn’t matter that she’d only spent one full day with him. The heights he’d helped her reach were astounding.

  She and Brandon had been in such perfect harmony yesterday. She’d never experienced anything like it. The way he opened her world sexually, the way every sweet kiss threatened to steal her soul away… those things made him very easy to fall in love with. He’d exhausted her last night, taking her through the full range of emotions. But, it wasn’t physical exhaustion that had let her sleep in. She’d tried that route before; it had never done any good.

  It was the feeling of being content that did it, she realized. She trusted Brandon. Somehow, someway, that trust worked on her mind so that for the first time in sixteen years, she woke up completely freed from the guilt of her sister’s death.

  No, she’d been wrong—Brandon’s kisses didn’t steal her soul away. They did something much better.

  They purged her of her demons.

  Sandra rolled off the bed, waddled to the closest to reach for a fluffy robe. Breakfast? she mused again. She walked through the long hall, into the kitchen… and gaped when she saw what was on the table.

  Steaming trays of hot food, kept warm by portable gas flames, covered the whole surface. Anything her heart desired was there: oatmeal, pancakes, scrambled eggs, poached eggs, hash browns, bacon, sausages, waffles, cereals, colorful fruits, jams, breads, muffins, and some dishes so exotic Sandra wasn’t quite sure what they were. It was like someone had brought up the entire breakfast buffet. All of it was enough to feed a classroom full of children.