His Sweet Kitten (Return To The McKenzies Book 1)

by Lynn Coppersmith

  She could hear his ragged breathing, and she craned her neck so that she could see his face. His features were etched with lust. Another gush of fluid trickled down over his hand as she waited with baited breath for his next move.

  He probed her with two fingers while she panted beneath him. They could both hear the sounds of her wetness as he stroked repetitively into her depths. Her pink outer lips had opened like a flower, swollen and slippery, inviting him to claim, to plunder, and to possess. He did so, taking his time to emphasize that every bit of her flesh was his to enjoy. Leslie bit her bottom lip and shivered as he pressed the pads of his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves on her inner wall. She was so close. If only he would let her, she could fly over the edge. But she sensed that he wasn’t yet ready for her to do so. So, to demonstrate her obedience, she tried her best to steady her breathing as he relentlessly drove her higher.

  After an eternity, he withdrew his fingers and trailed them up to the puckered entrance of her bottom. He caressed her there, too, spreading her slick juices around the tiny hole. Leslie gasped and wriggled nervously. He had never touched her there, and it felt so foreign. Every sweep of his fingers sent tingling jolts through her sex and straight to her clit, which grew more and more swollen. It throbbed as he repeatedly circled her tight, muscular ring. When he spoke, the deep, possessive timbre of his voice thrilled her. “Very soon, I’m going to fuck you here, kitten.” He smiled when she gasped, and he circled her opening again just to watch her squirm. “Soon, but not tonight. Tonight, I have something else in mind for you.”

  He growled and squeezed her fleshy bottom. Then, he rose and quickly stripped his clothes, tossing them over a chair. Leslie drank in the sight of him. He was so beautiful, so perfectly proportioned. His body was the ideal combination of strength and sleek masculine grace. She released a longing sigh, and he grinned at her, flashing his sexy dimples.

  He didn’t immediately return to the bed. Instead, he surprised her when he went to the dresser and opened the bottom left drawer. He had made a number of naughty toys in the past, and he always kept them in that drawer. Her pulse quickened, wondering what he was doing this time.

  He returned with a jar of ointment and a small wooden object and placed them within her sight. The object was smooth, finished wood, and it looked just like a small penis, narrower, with a slightly bulbous head at the tip and slightly wider with a notch at the very base. It was quite a bit smaller than Gabe’s cock, but it was at least six inches long and thick enough to be intimidating. She swallowed nervously as she eyed it, wondering what he intended to do.

  “What is that thing?”

  Gabe met her wide eyes and grinned. “A few weeks ago, I made you another special treat, but we never got the chance to use it. It’s called a dildo. Trust me, you’re going to love it, kitten.”

  Leslie watched as he smeared it liberally with ointment. Then, Gabe knelt behind her, and he used one hand to spread the cheeks of her bottom, exposing her back opening once again. She felt the object, cold and hard, pressing insistently against her anus. Leslie gasped and tried to pull away and draw her knees together. Gabe smacked her bottom, and she jerked in surprise.

  “Stay where you are. Spread your legs again and present your bottom to me, kitten. Remember, your body belongs to me.”

  A thrilling tingle skittered down her spine, and she moaned softly. When she did as commanded, he circled her tight ring, smearing the ointment around as he waited for her muscles to go lax.

  “Now, you’re going to stay still and let me shove this into your bottom. I want you to relax and concentrate on breathing. That’s it. Now, take a deep breath and push back gently as you breathe out.”

  Leslie followed his instructions, and she felt just the tip of the dildo slip inside her opening. She moaned and shivered. It already felt huge, and she knew there was much more to come. Her muscles tried to force the object out, but the hard wood wouldn’t budge. Gabe twisted it inside her, smearing the ointment around and letting her grow accustomed to the intrusion. The sensation of stretching was an exhilarating combination of pain and pleasure. The feelings he was invoking were dark and forbidden. She felt vulnerable, owned, dominated, and yet completely safe. It was a heady experience. He pushed it further inside, and the increased stretch made her gasp.

  “Gabe, it hurts,” she moaned.

  “I know, but you’ll take this into your bottom, even though the pain is going to get worse because you know that it pleases me. But trust me, it’s going to feel better very soon. Before I’m done, it’s going to feel wonderful.”

  “Yes, Gabe,” she whispered. “I’ll do it for you.”

  “Good girl. You’re doing so well,” Gabe praised. “Now, keep breathing. Give me everything, kitten. Show me that you understand, every part of you is mine, even this tight little ass.”

  Leslie moaned and tilted her hips to offer him better access. As he worked the dildo fully inside her, she held perfectly still, anxious to please him in every possible way. The pain increased as he pushed it steadily deeper. She began to panic as the stretching and burning intensified. The pressure in her bowels caused her lower belly to cramp. She whimpered, and her thighs trembled.

  “Almost there, kitten. You can do this.”

  Gabe grunted in satisfaction when it reached the notched end. Her tight ring of muscle clamped down on the notch, pulling the dildo slightly deeper still. Leslie moaned and squirmed, trying to get used to the feeling of fullness. Gabe tapped the wooden base, sending shockwaves through her sex and causing her to shiver with pleasure.

  “Damn, kitten. You look hot as hell with this buried in your tight little ass.”

  It felt even bigger than it had looked. She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like when Gabe took her there, but she knew that she would welcome it when he did. No matter how daunting the prospect of meeting his demands, he always brought her pleasure, and she would never deny him.

  When Gabe began working the dildo in and out, she gasped and wriggled. The sensations were so incredible, sharp stretching pains mixed with pleasurable jolts of arousal that shot straight to her clit.

  “Oh, Gabe,” she moaned, beginning to move her hips in rhythm with his strokes in blatant invitation.

  Gabe chuckled and bent low over her back. His chest was a hard, hot wall pressing down on her back. Leslie felt caged, possessed, desired, aroused, and incredibly loved. He continued working the dildo in her bottom, and his hot breath feathered her cheek as he murmured in her ear, “You like being fucked in the ass, don’t you, kitten?”

  “Yes,” she gasped without hesitation.

  “Next time, it will be my cock fucking you like this. I’m going to enjoy shoving my dick into your tight little ass, kitten. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

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

  He laughed softly as he rose onto his knees again. “Not yet, kitten. You can go higher for me.” Her frustrated moan only made him laugh again.

  He stroked her slit and shoved two fingers deep inside. Leslie shivered, clasping her inner muscles to welcome him. With the dildo buried in her bottom, her pussy was even tighter than usual, and he groaned with delight. He fingered her in tandem with the motions of the dildo. She sobbed her pleasure, wriggling and straining as he worked both of her holes.

  Gabe savored the sight of her. Her body was slick with sweat, her hips were rocking eagerly to welcome his touch, her lips were parted as she released a steady stream of moans and needy whimpers, and her eyes were closed as she drank in the blissful sensations. His heart overflowed with love for her. She was so brave and beautiful and generous and perfectly submissive to his wishes. She was everything he had ever wanted, and he thanked his lucky stars that she loved him in return. When she was desperate and panting, he nibbled the sensitive area below her ear and pressed both the dildo and his fingers deep.

  “Come for me, my sweet kitten.”

  He pinched her clit hard
as he bit down on the back of her neck. She shattered, shuddering and gasping as she writhed beneath him. He continued to work the dildo inside her, prolonging her pleasure. Her inner muscles clamped down to hold his fingers deep, and fluid gushed down over his hand. Gabe groaned near her ear. He needed to be inside her.

  Letting go of the dildo, he gripped her hips, lined up his cock, and buried himself inside her with a possessive growl. Leslie screamed, pressing back against him with a shiver. A second orgasm hit her hard, coming right on the heels of the first. Gabe didn’t give her time to catch her breath. He anchored her in place and fucked her hard and fast and deep.

  Leslie had never felt so overwhelmed by sensations. The fullness of having both holes stuffed full was staggering. With every hard thrust, Gabe’s pelvis slammed against the base of the dildo, sending shockwaves through her sex and straight to her throbbing clit. To drive her even more insane, he gripped her breasts in his palms and began twisting and pinching her nipples. Leslie could barely breathe. She could do nothing other than submit. She had asked him not to hold anything back, and he didn’t. He possessed her with greedy abandon, and she gladly ceded control, surrendering her body into his hands.

  With a flurry of strokes, he sent her crashing over the edge into the abyss. She screamed, and all her muscles seized around his shaft. After three more glorious strokes, he followed her with a roar of satisfaction. He emptied his seed into her welcoming depths until he felt completely wrung out.

  He felt a rush of profound gratitude. She had set them back on the right path, the path that they both needed to travel. He would spend the rest of his life trying to be worthy of her.

  Gabe withdrew and gently pulled the dildo out of her bottom. He laid it aside and untied her wrists. She didn’t move, too satiated to even lift her eyelids. He smiled and kissed her on the base of her spine.

  “Don’t move yet, kitten. I’ll bring a warm cloth to clean you.”

  When he returned, she was just as he’d left her, still floating in a sea of sensual bliss. He washed her tenderly, then laid the cloth aside and stretched out on the bed. He drew her down into his arms. For a long time, they simply drifted, clinging to each other and basking in the aftermath of their shared passion. Their hands stroked languidly, and Leslie occasionally placed moist, soft kisses on his chest as he held her close.

  Before sleep could claim them, Gabe gently lifted her chin. She managed to blink her eyes open, giving him a sleepy, deeply satisfied smile.

  He grinned and kissed her softly on the mouth. “Thank you, my sweet kitten.”

  “For what?” she asked, her voice still husky from her pleasured screams.

  He cupped her chin, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “For showing me the way. For having the courage and determination to get us back on track. For reminding me that the connection between us, this incredible bond we have, can never be severed. That we’re two halves of the same heart. That each of us can only ever be complete and whole when serving the needs of the other.” He stroked her cheek and gazed into her eyes. “I’ll never lose sight of that again, kitten. I love you, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much.”

  Leslie’s heart glowed from the love she could see shining in his eyes. Everything she had ever wanted or needed was right here in her arms.

  “I’m going to hold you to that, Gabe. I love you every bit as much.” Her eyes twinkled as she flashed him an impish grin. “And I have a feeling that I’m going to relish every moment of you proving your love.”

  Epilogue

  Leslie carefully placed her two-month-old daughter, Emma Lee Faulkner, in her crib. As usual, it had taken quite a while for Emma to surrender to sleep, but after emptying both of Leslie’s breasts of their warm milk, she had finally succumbed. Leslie smiled as she stared down at her strong-willed daughter.

  Emma looked like a miniature version of Gabe, with the same black, wavy hair, piercing blue eyes, charming dimples, and beautifully shaped mouth. She was already showing signs of sharing her father’s personality, too, the demanding little tyrant. She had both of her parents wrapped firmly around her chubby little finger.

  Leslie sighed happily as she slipped from the room, pulling the door mostly closed. She brushed her teeth in preparation for going to bed. She had heard Gabe moving around in their bedroom, and she knew that he was waiting for her.

  Leslie brushed her hair and washed her face as she thought about possible ways to entice Gabe to make love to her. During the last months of her pregnancy, Gabe had been forced to find inventive ways for them to satisfy their mutual needs without injuring the babe. His lovemaking had grown progressively more gentle and tender as her belly swelled. The results had been pleasant, but both of them had missed the scorching passion they had shared in the early days of their marriage. And since Emma’s birth, Gabe hadn’t made love to Leslie at all. Every night, he held her lovingly in his arms, but he had made no moves to reclaim her body. She was growing increasingly restless for him to do so.

  She entered the bedroom and stopped short in surprise. Gabe was sitting propped against the headboard. He was naked, with his arms folded behind his head. Her eyes scanned him greedily, noting that he was already aroused.

  “It took you long enough,” he said with a grin. “Now, hurry up and strip. I have a mind to enjoy what’s mine.”

  Leslie was only too happy to comply. She hurriedly undressed, conscious of his hungry gaze the entire time. When she was naked, too, she crawled onto the bed and knelt beside him, eager and waiting for him to take the lead.

  Gabe gripped her nape and pulled her in for a kiss. The kiss ignited their mutual passion, and flames erupted as their lips and tongues tangled in a duel to prove which of them wanted the other more. When he ended the kiss, they were both breathing hard.

  His gaze dropped to her heaving bosom, and Gabe groaned softly. He traced a finger around one pert nipple, tweaking it and smiling when she moaned.

  “Are you still sore from the birth, kitten? Because I’m dying to have you, but I’ll give you more time if you need it.”

  Leslie shook her head eagerly. “I’m not sore at all. I’m fully recovered, and I’ve been hoping you would ask to make love soon. I’m desperate for you, Gabe.”

  He flashed her a cocky grin and pinched her nipple hard enough to make her cry out. His eyes met hers, and Leslie felt heat pool in her lower belly.

  “Now that I know you’re ready, I have no intention of asking, kitten. In fact, I think you need a reminder of who is in charge.”

  Before she knew what he meant to do, Gabe had tipped her face down over his lap. He wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place and smoothed his other palm over her bottom. Leslie closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. She could already feel slick moisture coating her inner thighs.

  “Aw, kitten. I’ve missed seeing this beautiful ass, so lovely and white, just waiting to be spanked. Brace yourself, baby. I’m afraid this is going to sting.”

  He proceeded to set her bottom on fire, grinning as she squirmed and squealed. He took his time, covering every inch of her lush bottom and upper thighs with blistering smacks, until her skin was red and fiery hot. When he was finally satisfied, he caressed her glowing cheeks, grinning as she released a telltale moan.

  Gabe pushed her thighs open and pressed two fingers inside her. She was swollen and drenched with musky sweet arousal. Her inner muscles clutched his fingers, and she eagerly flexed her hips and rode them as he probed her with relentless repetition.

  Leslie’s need spiraled higher and higher, until she was panting and desperate. “Oh please, Gabe. I need…I…oh, please!”

  Gabe chuckled softly and lifted her astride his hips. His eyes met hers, and he grinned. “I do love hearing you beg, kitten.” His expression turned serious and tender as he stroked her cheek. “I’ll give you everything you need, for now and forever. I love you, my sweet kitten.”

  “I know,” she said, smiling. “I love yo
u, too, for now and forever. But for now, would you please, please, please fuck me, Gabe?”

  He threw his head back and laughed. She joined him, and they hugged each other as they laughed like children. When they managed to catch their breath, he snared her gaze and grinned devilishly. “My body is yours just as much as yours is mine, kitten. Ride my cock and take us both to Heaven.”

  Leslie eagerly complied, sinking down onto his shaft until he was buried to the root in her welcoming heat. Her muscles gripped him like a vise, and they both released guttural groans of delight. She paused only for a moment to savor the sensation before moving.

  She used her body to show him just how much she loved him. He reciprocated, lavishing her with devotion, drowning her in pleasure. He gripped her sore bottom, lifting her effortlessly and bringing her crashing back down as he drilled into her depths. She arched her back, offering her breasts up to his mouth in blatant invitation. He seized the succulent globes, branding her flesh, reclaiming every plump curve, driving her wild with his lips, tongue and teeth.

  As they raced toward the pinnacle, Leslie’s heart soared. The future looked brighter than the sun. No matter what challenges they might face, she knew that she would always be safe and loved in Gabe’s arms. He was everything she needed him to be, and she would always delight in being his. His woman. His wife. His sweet kitten.

  The End

  Lynn Coppersmith

  Lynn Coppersmith loves romance novels, the steamier the better. She began writing as an outlet for her active imagination, and she soon found that she loved bringing characters to life on the page. While she enjoys many genres, historical romance has always been her favorite. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and three children. When she’s not writing, she loves hiking, cooking, knitting and, of course, reading the steamy works of other romance novelists.