Anna Leigh Keaton & Madison Layle - Incognito 04 - Healing Heather

by Anna Leigh Keaton

  “Aye,” she said on a sigh, her chest rising and falling at a more rapid, aroused pace. Peeking over her shoulder, he saw that her nipples had drawn up tight. Waiting for his touch.

  He shed his holster and gun, took the handcuffs out of the pouch at his waist, and cuffed her hands behind her back. Then walking around in front of her again, he pressed a hand on her shoulder. “Kneel. Look at me.”

  He held that gorgeous emerald gaze as he unfastened his pants. The rasp of the zipper sounded loud in the silence of the room, but it couldn’t drown out the pounding beat of his heart. With his semi-aroused cock free, he watched her for any signs of fear or uncertainty. Seeing none, he said, “I want to feel the heat of your mouth and your moist tongue slide over me, your lips close around me....”

  Her lips parted. She glanced at his cock, then back at his face. She licked her rosy lips, and he felt that little flick of her tongue all the way to his toes.

  “Since that would prevent you from speaking your safe word, I gave you that cloth you now hold in your hand. If you drop it, it will be considered the same as if you shouted violet at the top of your lungs.”

  Her eyes glistened, and she blinked.

  “Understand?”

  Her lips pressed together briefly, and then she gave him a timid smile. “Aye, my master.”

  God, his little spitfire amazed him. He winked at her but kept his voice gruff. Authoritative. “Then serve me well, woman.”

  He guided his cock to her mouth, paused, and let her lean forward to take him in as far as she wanted. When she moaned and sucked him deeper, his fingers dove into her silky waves of fire-red hair as pleasure shot up his spine.

  His cock hardened, lengthened, and his hips jerked forward in an effort to bury him inside her hot mouth. The tug of her suction and the teasing of her tongue were so exquisite, he nearly closed his eyes in silent surrender. But he had to maintain control. He forced his gaze to remain fixed on the handkerchief still held in her fist.

  “Look at me. Don’t close your eyes.” He swept aside her bangs and ordered her to, “Watch me. See who you serve.”

  His cock continued a steady slide in and out of her mouth.

  “That’s it, honey. Don’t stop.” He pushed a little deeper, and she responded with titillating flicks of her tongue. He increased the pace while searching for any signs of trouble. She met his every thrust, her mouth closing around him. A perfect fit. “Damn, you feel so good.”

  When he felt his balls draw up tight, the climax imminent, he started to pull away, but she leaned forward and sucked him harder.

  “Honey, I’m going to come.” His fingers tightened in her hair, and again he pulled back, trying not to hurt her.

  She scooted closer, sucked him farther inside and groaned, which sent vibrations around his cock. The sensation was too much to bear. A guttural sound erupted from his lungs. He pushed deep with a fierce grip on her head as his cum spurted into her mouth.

  When she released him, licking her lips like a pleased feline, he gave in to weak knees and sank to the edge of the bed. Studying her, he fought the urge to grin like an idiot. Was there a luckier man in the world? As she looked up at him with nothing short of adoration in her sparkling emerald eyes, he decided if she wanted to replace old nightmares of this room with happy memories, he’d give her more than she ever bargained for.

  “Stand up,” he ordered.

  She hesitated a second before complying with the command. Without the use of either hand or any aid from him, her rise to her feet was a bit wobbly.

  He yanked his shirt over his head but refastened his pants, noting her pout as he did so. He walked over to a control panel on the wall and lowered the lights to create a spotlight effect on her as she stood in the center of the room by the foot of the bed.

  She watched him without comment, but he could envision the wheels turning, the myriad of questions tumbling around in her head.

  He gave her a smile as he made her face the keyhole window and took up a stance behind her. He reached around to fondle her breasts, lightly pinching the solid little nubs of her nipples. “You said once that you thought exhibition might be fun.” He pressed a kiss on her honeysuckle-scented neck and felt her pulse kick in response. To his kiss or words, he wasn’t sure which. “You’re still curious, aren’t you?”

  Her head fell against his chest, her breathy, “Aye,” barely audible.

  “Look at the window. Let ’em know we know they’re watching.”

  The keyhole window was dark, the room beyond hidden, but the curtains were open. They could have an audience, and he relied on that possibility to fuel her arousal.

  “I bet they wish they could change places with me,” he said, sliding one hand down to cup her damp pussy. “But this body is mine alone to touch...” He slipped a finger into her moist heat. “...to taste.” He nipped her earlobe. “Isn’t it?”

  “Aye, Master,” she said on a moan, moving her hips against his fingers. Her cuffed hands were wedged between her ass and his denim-covered cock. When she tried to rub and squeeze him, he pulled back.

  He removed the right cuff from her wrist, caught both her hands in his, and brought them around in front of her before refastening them together.

  “Turn around. Get on the bed.” He helped her onto the bed and held her hips in place so she knelt right at the edge. “Spread your legs and bend forward.” She propped herself on hands and knees, so he instructed her to, “Keep going. Drop to your elbows. I want your forehead against the mattress.”

  She obeyed, and he watched until she rested her forehead between her bent arms. Her cuffed hands balled together on the mattress above her head.

  “Spread your legs wider. Let’s see that gorgeous pussy of yours.” When she did, he said, “There. That provides them a better view.” He grinned when she raised her head and tried to look back over her shoulder at the window.

  “Put your head back down.” He gave her a light swat across the butt cheek, and she squeaked. “Are you okay, Heather?” She hadn’t released the handkerchief or said her safe word now that she could, but he still wanted to be sure. Had to be sure.

  “Very well, Master.” She turned her gaze to him before once more putting her head down, and he was reassured by that brief glimpse of passionate haze still hovering in her eyes.

  He walked over to the table of toys and smiled when he spotted the perfect device for her, and another tool he wanted to use. He slipped one of the toys into his pocket and took the other back to the bed, sitting it on the floor out of her range of sight. She jumped a bit when he laid his hand on her ass. “One word, honey,” he said to reassure her. He didn’t think she’d startled from fear, though, but from anticipation. Unable to stop himself, he nipped the silky skin of one smooth butt cheek and grinned when she yelped.

  “You served me well, woman. Now it’s my turn to play.”

  Her whimper of eagerness was music to his ears.

  Exploring her curves, he stood off to one side and let his palms and fingers roam over her legs, buttocks, and back. He loved the softness of her skin, the fresh scent of her body, and the glossy curls of her hair. Slipping first one finger, then two inside her tight cunt, he delved deeper as he listened to her breath hitch, watched her body twist and contract, seeking more of his touch.

  “You like that?”

  “Mmm hmm...Master.”

  He leaned closer and tweaked a nipple with his other hand, pleased to find the tip so hard and distended. Moisture soaked his fingers as he continued to tease her clit. He jabbed a couple fingers back into her tight channel, pumping a few times, and murmured, “I think our audience likes watching you soak my hand.”

  She moaned. Her deep breaths changed to shallow pants as he played with her body, driving her closer to a climactic peak.

  “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured. “Hot. Wet. Open to me.” He rubbed her clit hard, and then, using both hands, he gave her a couple light but firm tugs as he inserted a thi
rd finger. Her head came up with an erotic cry, her red hair flying about her shoulders, her pale thighs trembling with the strong release. And her inner muscles flexed repeatedly around his fingers.

  “Again, love.” He pulled his fingers back a bit, then pushed hard into her, as deep as he could go, and felt her muscles clench in another hard orgasm.

  While she hung in a post-orgasmic euphoria, he took her juices and spread them around her anus, teasing her tight little hole with his fingers. She jerked her hips and groaned. A plea.

  “More, honey?”

  “If...it pleases you...M-Master.” Her response sent fire through his blood. His cock grew hard behind his fly.

  “It pleases me, Heather, my love. But first, I need to reposition you so that I don’t block the view for our audience.” He guided her with hands on hips until she’d turned sideways to the window, kneeling at the foot of the bed. “There you go. Scoot back some. Good. Keep those arms stretched above your head so they can see your breasts.”

  She flung her hair to the side and glanced at the window as he ran a hand up each side of her body to cup and knead both breasts.

  “Mmm,” she said with a sigh, making him smile.

  He released her, picked up the spreader bar he’d set aside on the floor, and positioned it between her legs, attaching a padded cuff to each calf just below the knee.

  “Head down, honey,” he reminded her when she tried to watch him. She was so cute in her curiosity, but he didn’t want her to see the other toy and spoil his surprise.

  Then he removed the Ben Wa balls from his pocket and unzipped his pants.

  He rubbed the tip of his cock against her labia, coating himself with her heated moisture, hardening further at her tiny whimpers and the glide of her slick juices. He dipped into her channel once, twice. She groaned and thrust back against him, but he pulled out of reach. “Behave, woman.”

  Her breathing was heavy. She was ready for another orgasm—or two. He grinned and flipped on the balls. Attached to one another, the two spheres could move independently and had the added feature of battery-powered vibrations. She jolted when he pushed the first ball into her vagina.

  “Oh...my...Oh!”

  He chuckled.

  She tried to turn her head to see what he was doing, but her hair got in the way and blocked his view of her face. She tried to close her legs, but the bar prevented her from succeeding. Her body, every luscious, tempting inch of it, remained open and available to him, and that thought made him grin.

  He pushed the first ball higher by inserting the second one, and then spread her buttocks.

  “Feel good?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

  Her verbal response was unintelligible, but her frantic nod was enough confirmation.

  “I’m going to make it better.”

  “Uhnnnn.”

  He pressed the tip of his moistened cock through her puckered anus and had to grit his teeth to fight the urge to slam home.

  “I love your body, your wet pussy, your tight ass...” He pushed farther inside, feeling her lift her hips toward him. The vibrations of the Ben Wa balls penetrated the thin barrier between her vagina and his cock, sending uncontrollable waves of pleasure through him, and no doubt her, too. “Heather...I love you!” With a solid thrust, he entered her ass all the way to his balls, and damn near came.

  Although he fought his release, she didn’t, and each contraction of her lovely muscles squeezed him almost to the point of insanity. His jaw clenched, his fingers dug into her hips as he determined to make the experience last as long as possible.

  “Look at the window, woman,” he gritted out, and was pleased to see her obey.

  He pulled back and started a slow, tortuous cadence of thrust and withdraw that had her climaxing again in a matter of seconds. Her sounds of pleasure spurred him on as he took her higher. Harder. Faster.

  Her position of bondage enabled him to control her every movement, gave him access to every part of her luscious body. Her legs trembled as he powered into her with long, thorough strokes.

  “Mmmaster...” She panted.

  “Say it, honey.” He didn’t stop. “I need to hear it.”

  “I...” Again. Deeper. “...love you!”

  His heart soared. “Come for me. Now.”

  Her body bucked, tensed, and milked him as he slammed home with a final shout, letting go of the last thin thread of his control.

  When his breath slowed and his vision cleared, he pulled out, removed the balls, and released her from all her bindings. The used toys went in one corner where they’d get picked up later by club staff to be cleaned and sterilized. His cuffs went back in his pouch.

  Neither spoke as he cleaned their bodies with moist, softly scented towels kept in a small warmer near the door. Afterwards, he closed the curtains over the keyhole window to afford them privacy and then curled around her on the bed.

  “We aren’t going home?” she asked.

  “Not just yet. Rest a bit.” He tucked her body tight against his.

  Long minutes passed as he held her close to his heart. She fit perfectly against him, as if she’d been custom-made just for him. Her submission was the icing on the cake—her trust in his care a priceless gift he’d treasure always.

  “Marry me,” he said, the words slipping out of his mouth before the thought had even solidified in his mind.

  She turned in his arms and rose up on an elbow to look into his eyes. After a long silence in which she studied his face, his eyes, his lips—a suspended moment in which he silently pleaded with her to say yes—she whispered, “Tell me what I need to hear.”

  He cupped her cheek in his palm, brushed his mouth against hers. “I love you, my darling Heather. I’ll take care of you for the rest of my days. Cherish you with every breath I take. I’ll keep you safe, and—”

  “Stop.” Her fingers covered his mouth, her own lips curving into a smile. “I love you, Paul. With all my heart, I belong to you.”

  He wound his arms around her, pulled her tight against him, and delved into her warm, giving mouth with his tongue. Never would he betray her trust or love. Never had he needed any woman more. She was his. Now and forever.

  He pulled back and said with a teasing tone, “Is that a yes?”

  She grinned. “Aye. I’ll marry you.”

  He grinned. “An ‘aye’ sounds even better.”

  The End

  Author Bio

  Anna Leigh has been reading and penning romances for as long as she can remember. After she met and married her very own real-life hero, romance took on a whole new meaning. She now knows married life can sizzle and romance can be erotic—even in her own home.

  Madison Layle avoided her childhood chores on the family farm by curling up with books, and disappearing into other worlds of fantasy, adventure, and romance. With maturity came the love of her own real-life hero (a.k.a. “my darling hubby”), and a real understanding of why her parents locked their bedroom door.

  Madison and Anna Leigh first met online through a critique group, a meeting which sparked a strong friendship and a fun partnership. Together, their writing has taken on a spicier flavor, so while their hubbies are off at work, they let their imaginations soar....

  www.madisonlayle.com

  www.annaleighkeaton.com

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