Waiting on April

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by Bella Settarra


  “Come on, Preston. We haven’t got all night.” Steve leaned into the house, practically filling the doorway. He stood up straight, letting his menacing height and muscular frame do the talking.

  “Why? What’s he done?” The girl gave them a look of disdain.

  “That’s what we’re about to find out, Miss. Now he needs to come with us so we can sort this out.” Dave practically barged past Steve, who stood back to let him through. He whipped out his cuffs and fastened Preston’s hands behind his back.

  Steve smelled the booze on the fucker as Dave marched him out of the house.

  “This is harassment!” Preston protested as they led him to the elevator.

  “This is justice,” Steve growled.

  They flung him into the backseat of Dave’s car and he groaned.

  “Don’t expect to get much out him tonight,” Dave said as they set off.

  “What in hell do you think you’re playing at?” Steve yelled at the guy in the back. “Don’t you get that that girl doesn’t want you back? What the fuck did you hit her for?”

  Lucky he was in the front of the car, as Steve would gladly ring the guy’s neck if he could reach.

  Preston was slumped on his side, his blond hair covering half of his face. “I ain’t done nothin’,” he moaned.

  “That’s not how April Myers sees it.” Steve seethed.

  “Her? She’s just playing hard to get. I know she still loves me.” His voice petered out and the cops guessed he’d fallen asleep.

  “That’s just where you’re wrong, shithead,” Steve growled at him, regardless of whether or not he could hear.

  Dave shook his head. “I don’t think we’re gonna get anywhere with him tonight, buddy. We’ll stick him in a cell till he sobers up. You want me to drop you at your girl’s place? One of the guys can bring your car over for ya. I’ll book him in and we’ll try again tomorrow.”

  Steve pouted. He knew Dave was right, but it didn’t make it any less annoying. “I wish April could just sleep it off tonight and not have to worry about it until the morning,” he muttered. “Poor thing’ll be having nightmares over this for months, I’ll bet. That fuckwad did enough to her the first time ’round, I didn’t take him for a woman beater on top of everything else.”

  “I know buddy. She need the ER or anything?” Dave’s calm voice was a great help to the big guy.

  He shook his head. “Nah. She didn’t black out or anything. Just a few bruises really. She’ll have a good shiner by morning, though. This is gonna take a lot of getting over, you know?”

  “For both of you,” Dave replied ruefully.

  Steve nodded. He hadn’t thought of it before, but seeing his girl in that state had sure affected him.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  April awoke in Master Steve’s arms the next morning. She had spent most of the evening talking to Heaven, telling her how Greg Preston had asked her to go back out with him despite having a pregnant girlfriend. They both agreed that he was a slime ball and she was better off without him. She didn’t tell her about that guy, Mark Trammell, coming over and hitting her; Master Steve would insist on doing something about that.

  Trouble was, getting the cops involved often made matters worse, as she had found out to her own cost when Master Steve had paid Greg a visit one time. She knew Master Steve had only meant well, telling Greg exactly what he thought of him for cheating on her the way he did, but Greg spent weeks texting her and calling her to tell her what he thought of her “getting her cop boyfriend onto him.”

  No, it wasn’t worth the hassle. Besides, Trammell had said what he came to say and she had no reason to suspect he’d be back. It was a little creepy though, finding out he’d been watching her house.

  When Master Steve had returned it had been late, and she could tell he wasn’t happy about something. She assumed it had to do with work, so didn’t ask—he wasn’t usually allowed to discuss whatever case he was working on anyway.

  Heaven had gone home in a cab and Master Steve insisted on staying. April was glad of his company. There was something safe about having him around, and that was just what she needed last night. He had just held her in her big, pink bed, not asking questions. She appreciated that. She was concerned he was going to interrogate her about what happened, but he seemed content to let her tell him in her own time. She knew he didn’t believe her bullshit about falling over—although it was partly true—and was glad he wasn’t pressing the point.

  The sun was shining today and, as it peeped in through a crack in the pink floral drapes, it threw a rosy hue around the whole room. She loved this room. It had old-fashioned wallpaper on the walls and chintz curtains and cushion covers. They had been inherited from her Aunt Brenda and she loved the memories they conjured up. She had added several of her own cushions too, pink furry heart-shaped ones and satin round ones.

  Some sat on her two Lloyd Loom chairs beside the window, but the rest were used as scatter cushions on the bed. She didn’t need cushions when Master Steve was with her though. She had snuggled into his big, warm body, throwing the cushions onto the fluffy pink rug. A memory of Greg tossing them angrily onto the floor had flashed through her mind. He hated everything about this room.

  “When are you going to redecorate for fuck’s sake? It’s like a shrine to the old woman.”

  She had told him she had no intention of changing anything. It was how her aunt liked it and how she loved it. She continued to repair the wallpaper when it began to peel and mended the tear in one of the curtains. This place was hers and she was going to keep it the way she wanted it. It had caused a massive argument, of course, but she had stuck to her guns and she was proud of herself. She could see now what a manipulating bastard he was. He was still trying to control her even now. Her blood boiled as she remembered how insistent he had been that she changed the house. As if he had any say in it! How dare he try to make her get rid of the things her aunt treasured, the things she treasured? God, just thinking about it…

  “Are you awake, darlin’?”

  Master Steve’s Southern drawl seeped into her thoughts and she looked up. He had dark stubble which made him look even sexier than usual, and he was grinning at her. She was snuggled into his chest with his massive arm around her. The glint in his eye made her giggle as she immediately began to relax.

  “Yes, Sir.” She guessed what he was thinking. “Do you have to go to work today?”

  “Nope. It’s my day off, although I may need to swing by the station a little later just to tie up some loose ends.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You got any plans for today?”

  She shook her head. “I’m not at work until tonight.”

  “Good thing too. Let me see that eye of yours.”

  She sat up and faced him. Her face ached a little and she was sure she had a black eye. She sighed, waiting for Master Steve to start asking her about it again.

  “Just as I thought.” He nodded and frowned at her. “Does it hurt?”

  “Not really.”

  He nodded again. “Well now, that’s good.”

  She stared at him in surprise. She had been expecting the third degree.

  He winked at her and she suddenly realized what he was thinking. She giggled again.

  “Is there something I can do for you, Sir?” She looked up at him through her long eyelashes, smiling coyly.

  “Only if you’re up to it, darlin’.”

  She flashed her eyes at him to let him know she was well and truly up to it, and dove under the covers where his massive erection was waiting for her.

  Her tongue licked the whole length of the shaft before she kissed the bulbous head and licked the little slit on the underside. His groan spurred her on and she continued to kiss the whole of the shaft and then his heavy balls. She loved the feel of his dark, coarse hairs against her face as she licked and kissed her way around his perineum and then back up his shaft. She felt his massive cock twitch in her hand and knew she was on the right track.
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  Breathing in his scent, she lathed his rock-hard member, tasting his salty precum as his passion increased. She took his cock in her mouth, feeling it hit the soft flesh at the back of her throat. She wished her mouth was large enough to fit the whole of his manhood, but he was too big for her. She had tried in the past to take him down her tight throat, but had only gagged and had to concede it wasn’t for her. He didn’t seem to mind though. For all his monstrous size, he was the most tender, thoughtful, generous man in the world.

  She felt his hand come down and cup her breast. He could fit both of her little boobs in one of his massive hands. His touch was warm and soft, and she felt the zing thrum through her whole body as he pinched her nipple.

  “Oh God!” she murmured around his cock as the spark lit up her pussy and she felt a sudden gush escape.

  He chuckled deep in his throat. His other hand was stroking her hair as she took his member in and out of her hot mouth. His velvety skin caressed her tongue and she could feel his veins on the inside of her cheeks. She loved the taste of him, and swallowed hard as another gush of precum spurted into her mouth.

  “Let me touch your pussy, darlin’.” His voice was like rich chocolate as he murmured softly to her.

  Without breaking her rhythm she twisted her body so that she sat beside him, one leg stretched over his while the other tucked up under her as she faced him, allowing him the access he desired.

  She moaned as his hand grazed over her wet pussy. Her body always reacted this way whenever he touched her. His hand was large enough to touch her clit with his thumb while his long fingers trailed through her folds.

  “D’you like that, baby?” His deep voice washed over her.

  “Mmmm,” she nodded, feeling herself become more excited by the second.

  One finger delved into her waiting hole and he pushed hard into her.

  She screamed around his cock, willing him to continue.

  “Oh yeah, you like that too, don’t you?”

  Her big eyes stared up at him and she nodded, sucking desperately at his massive cock.

  He groaned and then put two fingers into her, pumping them in and out in time to her own rhythm.

  April felt like she was flying. The feel of him filling her with his cock as well as his big, thick fingers sent trembles though her body, and his taste was driving her wild. His cock twitched again in her mouth and she knew he was close. The thrill made her pussy gush again.

  “Oh yeah, baby. You like that.”

  His words, his deep, low voice and the feeling of his fingers inside her sent her soaring heavenward.

  “Come on, baby, come for me!”

  He swiped his thumb over her hard nub as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her and she heard him roar as a gush of his salty cream poured down her throat. She screamed against his dick, feeling him grasp her hair tight as his orgasm sent his body wracking.

  “Yes, baby, yes!”

  His voice egged her on, and she felt herself coming over and over as he relentlessly pumped in and out of her, stroking her clit at the same time. Bright stars sparkled in front of her eyes and she felt weightless as she floated on a cloud of ecstasy. She continued to suck hard at his juice, eliciting every drop of his nectar as his member slowly began to soften and shrink.

  “Come here.”

  At his command she freed his cock and wiped her mouth as she crawled back up the bed and into his waiting arms.

  “You did great, darlin’”.

  She beamed at his words. His approval was everything to her. She kissed his heaving chest, feeling the hairs tickle her cheek. His finger came under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. He looked gorgeous! His eyes were almost black and he looked so relaxed. He took her mouth in a long, lingering kiss which warmed her to the core.

  “Thank you,” he whispered, staring right into her eyes.

  She smiled, blushing. To have him thanking her just seemed unreal!

  He chuckled and tucked her head back down on his chest. This was one of her favorite parts, lying on him, hearing his heartbeat slow down again and resume its steady thump, thump in her ear. She soon drifted back off to sleep.

  When she awoke, she was alone. She quickly looked around for Master Steve, feeling a little panicked. Had he really just screwed her and took off? Her heartbeat thumped in her ears. Not Master Steve. Not him.

  Pulling on a robe, she went through to the kitchen. He was sitting at the counter, fully dressed, coffee in one hand, the other holding his cell phone to his ear. His expression shifted from chagrin to outright surprise when he looked up at her.

  “OK, thanks, buddy, keep me posted ya hear? I gotta go.”

  He quickly slipped the phone into his pocket. “Hey darlin’. Hope I didn’t wake ya?”

  She frowned. He sounded casual, but was obviously perturbed about something.

  “No, I just woke up and you weren’t there.”

  He looked remorseful as he quickly got up and rushed over to her. “Hey now, I’m sorry. My phone went off, and I didn’t want to wake you, that’s all. You know I’d never make love to you and then just leave, don’t you?”

  His eyes were big, almost pleading her to believe him. She did. Of course he’d never do what Greg did—screw her and then disappear, leaving her feeling cheap and used. Hang on…did he just say “make love”? She felt an odd warmth in her stomach, a burning. She stared at him. He was holding her arms, gazing into her face. God he was gorgeous! She felt her heart lurch and she held his beautiful face in her tiny hands.

  “Of course I know. I just wondered where you were, that’s all.” She felt as though she were drowning in those massive dark pools of chocolate. He smiled and looked relieved.

  “Was it work?”

  “Oh, yeah. Dave Preece just wanted to check on something, that’s all. You want some coffee, darlin’?”

  “Yeah that’d be nice.”

  She followed him over to the counter.

  “Dave Preece. Is that the tall guy with the moustache?” She settled herself on a stool opposite him.

  “Yeah, that’s him. Good guy. Knows his stuff.” Steve handed her the mug and sat down to finish his own drink.

  “He’s nice. I remember you bringing him to the restaurant at Collar and Cuffs the other week. Is he thinking of joining the club?”

  “Yep.” Steve smiled. “He used to go to one down south, but hasn’t found one he likes since he moved up her a few months ago. I showed him ’round and he was real impressed. Signed up there and then. You’ll be seeing a lot more of him from now on, darlin’.”

  April nodded. “I’ll bet he’s a good Dom. He seems to have the right character for it.”

  Steve grinned. “The right character? And that wouldn’t have anything to do with his looks, I guess?”

  April stared at him in mock shock. “Master Steve. Surely you’re not suggesting that I would find the man attractive in any way?” She put her hand to her mouth as if astounded he would think such a thing.

  He chuckled. “Not for a minute, darlin’. When you’ve got the best you don’t have to look around at other men now, do ya?” He smirked, giving her a salacious wink.

  She laughed. “I guess not,” she agreed, shaking her head.

  “Right answer.” He gave her a massive grin and she felt her heart lurch again. Dave may be a good looker, but Master Steve was fun to be with and a trusted friend. The full package.

  His cell went off and he glanced down at it. He frowned, scanning a message.

  “Is it Dave Preece again?”

  “Yeah.” His jaw tightened a little. “Say, how about we go out for a while? We can get something to eat down by the river and relax for a bit? You’ll need something to cover up that shiner though.”

  April grimaced at the thought of going out in public with her black eye.

  “Is it really awful?” She hadn’t even looked in a mirror yet.

  “You could never look awful, darlin’. Just thought you might feel
a little more confident with it covered up, that’s all.” His hand reached over the table and held hers. “Of course, we don’t have to go out if you’d rather? I just thought it would be somewhere quiet where we’re not likely to bump into anyone we know.”

  April smiled at his thoughtfulness. “I’d like to go. I’ll just take a shower and get ready.” She got up, cup in hand, and went back to the bedroom. She looked back at him as she reached the door and noticed he was tapping something into his phone. He never stopped working!

  * * *

  Steve frowned at his cell again. According to Dave, the fucker hadn’t even woken up yet and it was almost noon. They weren’t allowed to question him until he was awake and sober, so it looked like a long job. He told his buddy to keep him informed, and was glad April had agreed to going out. He really needed to take his mind off that bastard and it was time he had a proper date with her anyway. Not that she’d see it that way.

  He wasn’t sure how she felt about him, but he had an inkling she was keen. There was something about the way she smiled at him and when they made love. She totally gave herself over to him. She wasn’t like that with the other Doms at the club. Although, come to think of it, it had been a while since he’d seen her with any of the others.

  He washed up his coffee cup and took a little look around the place. He’d been here before, but never had a chance to have a good snoop. It was immaculately clean and tidy, although a little old-fashioned in some of the decor. The chintz curtains from the bedroom were echoed in the lounge and he smiled. That girl sure was sentimental. She must have kept the place pretty much as it was when her old aunt passed away, although there were several modern pictures on the walls and typical “April” touches, such as the fluffy cushions on the sofa and the whacky red vase on the windowsill. An old photo sat on the top of the TV and he picked it up for a closer look.

  “Aunt Brenda.” April suddenly appeared in the doorway.

  He turned and his face fell. She was wearing a large pair of sunglasses.

  “I tried make-up, but it didn’t do much.” She took the shades off to show him.

 

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