His Sweet Kitten (Return To The McKenzies Book 1)

by Lynn Coppersmith

  The corners of his lips were twitching, and Leslie could tell that he was curious rather than annoyed. She giggled as he spread hot, moist kisses along the lacy neckline of her chemise. She gasped when he enveloped one nipple and suckled it through the soft cotton.

  “I only put them on because Bernie Phillips dropped by unexpectedly,” she said breathlessly. She arched her back and moaned when he switched to her other nipple. “You wouldn’t want me flaunting myself in front of him, would you?”

  Gabe growled and nipped her sharply with his teeth. “You’d better not flaunt yourself in front of anyone but me. Now take these off.”

  As usual, his commanding tone stoked her arousal. She could feel moisture trickling onto her drawers. They were probably already soaked.

  Gabe released his hold on her wrists and flopped across the bed to watch her disrobe. He propped himself on one elbow, and his leering grin made her nipples harden even more.

  Leslie finished unbuttoning her dress, working extremely slowly and nibbling her bottom lip as she teased him.

  Gabe’s dimples deepened, and he raised one dark brow. “Unless you want me to blister your sassy little ass, you’d better get those clothes off in a hurry, woman. I’m not a very patient man.”

  She giggled again, flashing him an impish grin as she bent at the waist to slip her dress down over her hips. She noticed that Gabe’s eyes were riveted to her nipples. The chemise was wet from his mouth, and it was virtually transparent.

  She took her time hanging the dress in the wardrobe. Then, she kept her back to him as she lifted the hem of her chemise. She untied her drawers and let them drop to the floor. She removed them by stepping to the sides, spreading her thighs in the process. When she bent to retrieve them, she shimmied her bottom from side to side, giving him an unhindered view of everything below her waist. She could feel slick moisture dribbling down her inner thighs, and she moaned. Gabe growled, and she suppressed another giggle.

  “You are asking for it, kitten,” he warned.

  “Am I?” she asked innocently, peeking at him from between her legs.

  He narrowed his eyes at her, but she could see the corners of his lips twitching. His gaze lingered on her exposed flesh once again, and he gave an arrogant jerk of his chin.

  “Hurry up and take off that chemise. Show me your sweet tits.”

  She let the chemise fall over her hips and turned to face him. She took her time, slowly unbuttoning her chemise. Her fingers lingered over each button, and the heat in his eyes intensified until they were glowing. She arched her back to thrust her breasts toward him before she parted the two halves and let the chemise slip down her arms. Her skin flushed beneath his fiery gaze. She stood very still as he looked his fill, and her nipples hardened until they ached. When he spoke, his voice had dropped an octave.

  “Look in the bottom left drawer of the dresser. There’s a red bandana wrapped around something. Bring it to me.”

  Leslie found the item he had described and held it up. “This?”

  “Yes. Bring it here.”

  Leslie’s pulse pounded as she crawled onto the bed. She sat on her knees beside him and started to hand it to him, but he shook his head.

  “Open it.”

  “What is it?”

  Gabe flashed his dimples and gave her a devilish smile. “It’s something I made as a special treat. Open it.”

  Leslie untied the cloth and found three tiny wooden objects. She picked them up and frowned. They looked like very tiny clothespins, made of wood with a wide slit notched up the center. But instead of being made of unfinished wood, as most clothespins were, they had been sanded until they were as smooth as glass and were stained and varnished. She shot a puzzled look at Gabe.

  “You’re giving me tiny little clothespins as a special treat?”

  His laugh was full of mischief, and he pulled her down for a kiss. When he released her, his eyes were twinkling. “I never said they were a special treat for you.” He waggled his brows playfully. “Although, I suspect you’re going to enjoy them almost as much as I will. Turn around and put your arms behind your back.”

  Leslie complied, nibbling her bottom lip as he tied her wrists together with the bandana. Every time he restrained her, it heightened her arousal. For whatever reason, she loved being bound and helpless, completely under his control.

  Gabe turned her back toward him, rolled onto his back, and pulled her astride his waist. He palmed her breasts and grinned up at her. The smugly satisfied look on his face pleased her immensely.

  “I might change my mind and allow you to start wearing undergarments again, kitten. That was hot as hell watching you strip for me.”

  Leslie laughed and eagerly arched her back as he started kneading her breasts. “Whatever my lord and master commands, I shall do,” she teased. “I live only to satisfy your every desire.”

  “That’s good to know,” he growled. “But since you were such a naughty girl and kept me waiting, I have decided to torture these sweet tits as your punishment.”

  He grasped one breast in both hands and pinched and twisted the nipple, grinning when she gasped and moaned. He squeezed progressively harder, plumping the sensitive nub until it was dark pink, swollen, and tender. When it was throbbing and quite sore, he took one of the small wooden pins and slid it onto her nipple. It pinched the nub harshly and Leslie gave a small scream of surprise. She squirmed and squealed, but Gabe easily held her in place.

  “Ouch! Take it off, Gabe. It hurts.”

  “I know,” he said, flicking the pin with his fingers to intensify the pain. “But you’ll keep it on for me, won’t you?”

  “Why?” she gasped.

  His eyes were glued to her clamped nipple as he idly flicked the wooden pin. “Because inflicting a bit of pain on your lush body brings me great pleasure. And although you might try to deny it right now,” he glanced down between her thighs, “we both know that it brings you great pleasure, too, kitten. Your pussy is dripping with your slick honey.”

  She moaned softly as she realized the truth of his words. Her nipple was throbbing from the sustained pinching. But oddly enough, every time Gabe flicked the pin, it sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core. Her clit was pulsing and swollen, too, and she could feel a steady stream of slick moisture running down her inner thighs and onto Gabe’s abdomen.

  “Are you willing to keep it on for me, kitten?”

  He flicked the pin again, and Leslie gasped and shivered. “Yes,” she whispered with a shaky nod.

  He rewarded her with a dimpled grin. “Good girl. Now, let me put the other one on so your gorgeous nipples match.”

  Leslie bit her lip as she watched him. Knowing what he was going to do and how much it would hurt made it hard to sit still. She managed, but her thighs were trembling from the effort. He dragged out the torture, pinching and twisting her nipple as he held the pin poised beside it. When he finally slid the second pin on, she released an anguished moan.

  Gabe grinned again, plucking none too gently on the two wooden pins as she squirmed and mewled. He could tell that she was enjoying the pain. Her musky fluid was literally pooling on his belly.

  “You have no idea how hard my dick was when I was making these for you, kitten. I couldn’t wait to see them on you. And now, for my favorite one,” he murmured, picking the third pin up and holding it where she could see it. “This one is slightly smaller than the others, and it’s going to pinch a bit harder.”

  Leslie’s eyes opened wide, and she gulped. “Where does that one go?” she whimpered.

  He grinned and held her wary gaze as he ran his hands very slowly down her sides, making her shiver. Gabe traced the creases of her groin, stroking her sensitive inner thighs until they quivered. He used his thumbs to part her outer lips, and he sighed happily as his eyes dropped to her glistening folds.

  “What a beautiful pussy you have, kitten. It’s so pink and swollen and shiny for me. I think it deserves a special treat, too.”
r />   “Oh, no,” she moaned, swallowing hard.

  Gabe chuckled darkly. “Oh, yes. Open your thighs wider so that I can clamp this one onto your swollen little clit.”

  Instead, she clenched her thighs tighter around him. “Oh, no, Gabe. Please don’t. I couldn’t stand it.”

  He met her eye and raised one brow. “Are you asking me to stop, kitten? If it’s too much for you, just say so. We can stop, and I’ll take off the pins.”

  Leslie bit her bottom lip, her eyes pleading with him. She wanted so much to please him, but she was afraid.

  “I don’t know if I could stand that much pain,” she cried.

  Gabe studied her closely. He could see all the signs that her arousal was more heightened than ever before. She didn’t realize it yet, but the intense pain of the pins was taking her to a new level where the pleasure would be heightened for her, too. He just had to get her there.

  “I would never give you more pain than you can bear, kitten. You have to trust me.”

  Leslie’s heart was pounding wildly in her chest. “Can’t you just leave the ones on my nipples but not use the other one?”

  He shook his head. “No, my sweet kitten. You’ll either let me put all three on you because you know it will bring me great pleasure, or we’ll take them off and never speak of it again. I won’t be angry if that is your choice, just a bit disappointed. Which is it going to be?”

  “But, Gabe…”

  “Choose, kitten. Either say stop, or open your thighs and present your pussy to me. Now.”

  His deep, commanding voice sent a jolt of arousal to her core. She hesitated for only a second longer, then she whimpered but spread her thighs wide apart. Seeing the pleased expression on his face, she felt a surge of pride. She was scared of the pain still to come, but she wanted more than anything to win his praise.

  “Such a good, brave girl. I’m so proud of you, kitten.”

  He stroked her clit menacingly with the wooden pin, tapping it and rubbing it as the tiny nub of vulnerable flesh swelled even more and turned bright pink. He pinched it harshly, pulling and twisting it until it was engorged to nearly twice its normal size. Then, he used the fingers of one hand to hold back the delicate hood, and he grinned.

  “You’re so damn sexy, baby. Now, hold perfectly still for me, kitten. This is going to hurt like hell.”

  He held the pin poised there for several long moments, loving the way her thighs trembled as he let her trepidation build. Then, he slid the pin onto her clit with one deft movement.

  The pain was even worse than she’d anticipated. Leslie shrieked with pure agony and collapsed onto his chest, burying her face at the base of his neck. Her heart was pounding, and she felt dizzy as she struggled to suck enough air into her suddenly constricted lungs. It was unlike any pain she had ever felt before. Every bit of her attention was focused on that tiny, tortured nub of flesh, and every throb was excruciating.

  Gabe ran his hands soothingly over her back, arms, and bottom, and he kissed the top of her head. He murmured praises and trailed kisses along her temple. After a couple of minutes, the blinding pain mellowed to a barely bearable pulsing ache, and Leslie was able to bring her breathing back under control.

  “That’s it, my sweet kitten. Such a brave, strong girl,” Gabe murmured.

  He tilted her face up and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He nibbled and licked, exploring her mouth and stealing her wits. He took his time, sucking her bottom lip and coaxing her tongue into his mouth so he could stroke it with his own. By the time he ended the kiss and raised her back into a sitting position astride him, Leslie was panting with pleasure.

  Gabe met her eye and grinned devilishly. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now, kitten?”

  She shook her head. She loved the hunger burning in his eyes. She loved that she had put it there. “No. Tell me.”

  “Mmm. Your hair is glowing from the light of the lamp. It looks like a golden halo, but at the same time, these curls falling all around your shoulders, framing your perfect breasts, make you look sexy as sin.”

  He traced his fingers over each feature of her face. “Your beautiful eyes are more green than hazel right now. They’re heavy lidded and glazed with arousal. I love knowing that I’m the only one who will ever see that look in your eyes, kitten. Your cheeks are a delightful shade; your lush lips are swollen and red from my kisses.”

  He grinned as he stroked his hands up over her ribs and cupped her breasts. “And your perfect tits—ah, kitten, your tits are mouthwatering. They’re swollen and flushed, and these delightful little nipples.” He tugged both pins until she squealed and arched her back. “They’re just begging for more of my attention. Just looking at them makes me hard as a rock.”

  His eyes dropped down to her glistening slit. With her legs straddling him, he could see everything. He used his thumbs to part her outer lips, and he flashed her another wicked grin.

  “And this plump, pink pussy—so shiny and swollen, folded open and craving some loving. I can smell your sweet musk from here, kitten. It drives me wild. My cock is aching to get inside there, but I have something else in mind, first. Come up here and give me a taste.”

  He pulled her forward until she was straddling his head. When her slit was centered over his face, he laughed. “Would you look at that?” he teased. “I think you like your special treat, kitten. Your pussy is just drenched with sweet cream.” He tsked and grinned up at her. “Someone is a very naughty girl.”

  Leslie flashed a sexy pout. “I’m just trying to please my very demanding husband. If I’m naughty, it’s your fault.”

  “I love it when my little kitten is naughty. And there’s nothing I like better than a sweet, creamy pussy. Now, don’t come until I give you permission, baby.”

  He gripped her bottom to hold her steady and then he feasted. Leslie gasped and moaned as he drove her crazy with his mouth. He found every hollow and dip. He used lips, tongue, teeth, and whiskers to bombard her with sensation. He thrust his tongue deep inside her, nudging the wooden pin with his nose and laughing when she jerked and gasped. He kept one hand cupping her bottom, but he used his other to stroke, pinch and fondle her.

  Several times, he brought her near the peak, but he always retreated just when she was hovering on the cusp. He chuckled whenever she whimpered or sobbed. He murmured all sorts of naughty things as he teased and tormented her. The empty ache in her lower belly intensified with every velvety flick of his tongue. Every nip and suckle, every plunge of his tongue into her depths made it harder not to climax.

  “Oh, please let me come, Gabe. Please!”

  He flashed another wicked grin. “Not yet, kitten. I can’t get enough of you, baby. Give me everything.”

  He dove back in with a hungry growl. Leslie thought she might die from too much pleasure. He stroked his fingers deep inside her and pinched the pin on her tortured clit. Leslie screamed, but she felt a fresh gush of fluid trickle from her opening. He licked and sucked and nibbled and scraped until she was quivering with need. When she was mindless and begging, he finally relented. He reached up and tugged the pin off her clit.

  “Now, kitten. Let go for me.”

  He sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down gently. She soared over the cliff with a scream. The blood came rushing back into her clit, and the pain was almost unbearable. But on the heels of the pain was the most incredible wave of pleasure that Leslie had ever experienced. It took her by surprise, and she gulped in huge breaths of air as she clung to him. Her thighs gripped his head as her inner muscles clamped down. He kept up the sweet torture, prolonging her pleasure as a gush of her spicy, sweet fluid trickled into his mouth. He could feel her clit throbbing against his tongue and her inner muscles gripping his fingers. Gabe continued to lick and suckle her, watching as her features slowly transformed from agony to relief to ecstasy. The sight of her was enthralling. The taste and smell and feel of her were addicting. He couldn’t get enough.


  When the pulsations finally ceased, he gave her bruised clit one last soothing lick. He untied her wrists and massaged her arms. He lifted her onto all fours and rose onto his knees behind her. A nudge of his hand had her spreading her thighs and arching her back in blatant invitation. He gripped her hips and entered her slowly. She tried to impatiently sink back onto his shaft, but he held her rigidly in place, digging his fingers into her flesh to hold her completely immobile, emphasizing his mastery over her as he slowly invaded her body, inch by solid inch.

  Leslie moaned and shuddered. His deliberately leisurely penetration only intensified her need. She thought he would never reach her depths, and when he finally did, she was acutely aware of every thick, throbbing, solid inch of him stuffing her full. She felt captured and subdued, impaled and restrained as she waited on Gabe’s pleasure. When he finally eased his grip on her hips, she eagerly pressed her bottom flush against him. Her sheath gripped him like a greedy fist, and Gabe released a groan of pure delight.

  “Damn, your scalding pussy feels perfect wrapped around my dick, kitten.” She squeezed him again, and he gasped. “Oh, hell yeah.”

  His control finally snapped, and he pounded into her. They were both slick with sweat as he rode her with greedy abandon. Leslie met him stroke for stroke, rocking back in perfect rhythm with his powerful thrusts. They couldn’t get enough. They spurred each other to get closer, deeper, hotter, and wetter. The slap of his balls on her very sore clit was a constant source of delightful agony.

  Gabe squeezed her bottom, and she moaned. She tilted her hips to give him even deeper access. He relished her total submission. The sight of his cock plunging inside of her swollen slit, shiny and slick from her juices made Gabe growl with primitive satisfaction.

  “Harder. Please, harder. Oh, Gabe! I need…oh, please!”

  He palmed her breasts and flicked the wooden pins, grinning when she squealed. He kept up the torture, alternating between squeezing her breasts and tugging on the pins. She went wild, pounding her soft bottom into the cradle of his groin as she grew progressively hotter, wetter, and more desperate. As he grew more and more demanding, she surrendered to him completely. Her body had once again become his vessel, and she delighted in her ability to serve his needs.