by CA Quigg
"That's so unfair." The dark look in his eyes told me he was serious. "Fine," I said and sighed. "I'll listen."
"Good."
"Bend over and grab your ankles. Let me see how wet you are for me."
Obeying him, I folded at the waist and grasped my ankles. The cool cave air caressed my exposed folds. Kit stood behind me and smoothed his warm hands over my skin-down the length of my legs and up again, up the curve of my spine, over my shoulders, my arms, and down my back. When he eventually reached my pussy, he slowly slicked his thumbs over my inner lips and rimmed my opening, stretching and tormenting, but not entering. My skin ached with hunger. All day I'd thought of nothing else but being fucked by him.
"Finger me."
"I didn't ask what you wanted." He backed away and swatted my butt, jolting me forward.
"I'm planning to tie you up. Make you vulnerable and helpless."
"Two of my favorite things," I said with a smile.
He ran his fingers down the curve of my spine, grabbed my hair, and pulled me into a standing position. "If you experience any pain, your arms grow cold or you get pins and needles tell me at once."
I smiled and nodded. Anticipation bubbled through my veins. Bound and helpless at my husband's hands-it was enough to make me orgasm there and then.
From the wall of goodness, he selected a coiled rope and brushed it over my breasts. The coarse fibers scraping my skin sent shivers through me.
"I'm going to bind your wrists together."
"Why haven't we done this before?"
"I said no questions, but I'll answer this one. I was saving it for now."
"I'm glad you saved it." My breaths became shallow and unsteady and my heart pounded hard and fast. If Kit kept coming up with surprises like this one, our life would never be boring, that was for sure.
"Hold your wrists out and keep them about two fists apart."
I held out my wrists and he laid the rope across them. He gathered the trailing length and twisted it-wrapping it twice forwards then twice backwards.
"Head back. I don't want the ropes to hit your beautiful face."
I tilted my head back and watched his quick, confident movements as he wrapped the rope in opposite directions until each end met in the center of my wrists. After weaving and wrapping a few more times, he ended up with a large circle of rope that could be used to walk me around or to suspend me from something… I glanced at the hook hanging from the ceiling. My pussy fluttered and my breath caught, and a fistful of need clutched my insides.
"By the look in your eyes, you already know what I have planned." He tugged the rope toward where the hook hung.
"I think I do. Or at least I hope I do."
"Lift your arms."
I raised my arms above my head, and Kit secured the rope onto the hook. He pulled on chain, taking up the slack, until only my tiptoes touched the floor.
I was helpless and I loved it. He kicked my feet apart and traced his fingertips over my inner thighs, lightly brushing them over my labia.
"Is this what you hoped?" Kit asked running his lips over my neck, his breath hot on my skin.
"More than I could have hoped." I wanted him to take me like this. Punish me. Spank me. Fuck me. "What are you going to do?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He hunkered down the floor behind me, curved his hands around my ribcage and slid them over my breasts. He pinched my nipples and frissons of desire raced to my clit. I was in submissive heaven.
He scraped his fingernails down my abdomen to the juncture of my thighs. And, moving his hands even lower, he crushed a fingertip against my clit and worked the sensitive bud in slow and steady circles. Curving his other hand around my ass, he slid two thick fingers into my accepting pussy, going knuckle deep.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your tight pussy?"
"Have I ever told you how much my pussy loves you?"
He stroked his fingers up and down in a leisurely rhythm. My pulse quickened along with my breathing and the scent of my arousal filled the air.
"Spread your legs wider. Let me see how beautiful you are."
I moaned and spread my legs as far as I could, balancing on my tip toes. A thin film of sweat covered my skin, and I swayed back and forth in time with his pumping fingers. Having Kit do this while I hung by my wrists intensified the sensations tenfold.
Slipping his fingers from me, he stepped away and took off his jeans allowing his hard cock to break free. As always, he was magnificent. Hard, thick and ready. I was desperate to feel him in my mouth and in my pussy, to feel every pulse, every jerk and twitch of his length.
"Let me suck your cock."
"It's been a few days since you've had my cock in your mouth, hasn't it."
"Way too long."
Kit lowered the chain until I was able to kneel. He grasped the base of his cock nudged and the tip against my mouth, not entering-just teasing. Hitting it off my cheeks, my chin. Wiping pre-cum over my lips.
"Let me taste you." I swayed forward but he stayed just out of my mouth's reach. Every time I got close, he stepped away. He wouldn't give it to me because I was so desperate so I stilled my body, parted my lips and waited.
I needed his cock in my mouth, to take him deep, to feel his seed spill down my throat.
"Now you're ready." Kit placed a hand on the back of my scalp, guided me forward and slid his cock into my watering mouth. I feasted on him, licking and slurping.
"That's it, sweet Emma," he growled. "Take all of me."
Rocking back and forth, I took his magnificent cock deeper.
"Keep going. Nice and deep."
I whimpered against his length and drew him in until I gagged. Kit grabbed a fistful of my hair and controlled the speed and depth. The stinging pain in my follicles had nothing on the throb in my aching tits or engorged pussy and clit.
I squirmed and writhed as sensation piled upon sensation. The intensity pushing me towards oblivion. If Kit wanted, he could make me come in a second, but he didn't want me to come. The bastard wanted to keep me waiting until he decided I'd earned it. He released my hair and eased himself from my mouth.
"Want to come?" He knelt down in front of me and ran a feather light fingertip over my clit.
"God, yes."
My head lolled back and I lost myself to his touch. My nipples pulsed and my body strained, desperately seeking its overdue climax.
Kit increased the pressure. His touch was too much but at the same time it wasn't enough, and I thrust my hips, silently pleading for more.
"Would you like me to suck and tongue fuck you? Would you like to come on my mouth?" Using his fingers, he scissored either side of my engorged clit.
"Yes," I whispered, the need inside me bordered on agony.
He maneuvered the chains, wrenching me up from my knees until his mouth was in line with my clit. Stretching me wide, he clamped his lips around the aching bud. Fire roared through my veins demanding an escape. I wrapped my fingers around the ropes holding me, and bucked against his face, riding the waves crashing over me. I rocked my hips back and forth, and I gazed down at him—my husband—as he watched me intently, his blistering eyes tearing me apart.
Pressure built and built—wave after wave, surge after surge—until it crested and I broke apart. My muscles contracted and I was barely aware of Kit grasping my thighs. Barely aware of the senseless screams and curses falling from my lips and echoing around the dungeons. My whole world imploded then exploded. And when I had nothing left to give, I slumped forward, thankful the hook and rope helped my weight,
Tendrils of tangled hair stuck to my back and face and sweat slicked my body. My breaths came in fast and fractured pants. Kit remained between my legs, lapping and sucking, and I struggled to get away.
"N-no more."
Kit chuckled. "If you don't want any more use your safe word."
I shook my head. If I used my safe word everything would stop and I didn't want that to happen, but I wasn't sure i
f I could give anymore. The force of my orgasm took everything I had.
Standing, Kit lifted the looped rope off the hook and untied me, kissing and licking my chafed skin with his lips and tongue. I flopped forward, but he caught me and lowered me to my knees.
"Are you okay, sweet Emma?" He crouched down front of me and brushed the damp, matted hair from my face before pressing kisses against my forehead.
"More than okay."
He smiled and stood. "Do you want me to come now? Do you want to feel my cum splash against your face?"
Not giving me a chance to respond, he curled a fist around his cock and positioned himself until the flared head was in front of my lips.
I tilted my head and sucked one ball at a time into my mouth; relishing the way his cock jerked each and every time I swiped my tongue over him. His hand pumped hard and his thigh muscles clenched.
"Get up here." He grabbed my arm, pulled me up and pushed me against a wall. "Wrap your legs around me." With no effort, he lifted me up and I curled my legs around his waist. He guided his cock into my pussy, and a stream of curses tumbled from him. I clung onto his corded neck, and he grasped my hips, plunging into me over and over.
His balls drew up and on a ferocious growl that came from the depths of his soul, Kit's hot cum spurted inside me, filling me up.
His movements petered out and he lowered me to the ground. "I love you," he gasped. "Not a minute goes by when I'm not thankful for you being in my life." He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "Now I'm taking you to bed and fuck you again. The people of Rhias want an heir and I'm going to give them one."
"What if we don't have a boy?"
"Then we'll keep trying until we do."
Nine months later
Princess Emma Tandorf and Prince-Regent Kristian Tandorf are proud to announce the arrival of their daughter Her Royal Highness Isabella Melody Tandorf.
Born in the King Sebastian wing at St. Maria's Hospital, Rhias at two thirty-five in the morning weighing eight pounds, seven ounces.
About CA Quigg
CA Quigg is Callie Quigg's steamier pen name. Callie first discovered romance stories in her teens and then proceeded to devour every book she could get her hands on. As a result, she spent many years dreaming about billionaires, movie stars, and aristocrats whisking her away to exotic lands. Sadly, those dreams didn’t come true. But she’s happy to say her very own handsome hero showed up eighteen years ago and swept her off her feet.
When not writing steamy stories about sassy heroines finding Mr. Right, she can be found watching trashy TV, drinking cheap bottles of wine, and eating copious amounts of British chocolate.
You can connect with Callie through her newsletter and on her Facebook Page.
Acknowledgments
Juliana, Gwyn, and Piper, I talk to the three of you more than I talk to anyone else. Without you, there's no way I could do this. Who else am I going to discuss the benefits of dictating a sex scene while scrubbing my toilet with?
Your motivation and support are priceless.
Love ya!
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Dedication and Quote
To Lauren V., PA Extraordinaire,
with thanks for everything that you do to help me do what I do.
As always, to the loves of my life:
My hubby and our kiddos, with thanks for being the reasons I do what I do.
And to the members of the Sorority of Sin Facebook group,
with thanks for the inspiration and support while I do it.
(And a special thanks to Deanna D. for the
Thanksgiving sayings post that inspired part of this book.)
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There is a moment in every day when I kneel before the love I have for you. Then I remember that I am still that man. And I know that my life’s work is to be that man, who leans over… humbled in his constant and signifying love for you.
Leonard Cohen, September 21, 1934 – November 7, 2016.
The Book of Longing , “There is a Moment.”
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A Brief Reading Guide to this Book
A Note to the Reader on Larson and The Bradford Brothers
Larson is a related book to my three-book series The Bradford Brothers. Larson is a friend of all three Bradford Brothers (Jensen, Harlow and Ramsey) but he’s particularly close with Jensen. Brynn is a good friend of Riley, Jensen’s wife. All of the Bradford Brothers and their love interests appear in this novel. Larson is chronologically set in time after all three of the Bradford Brothers’ stories have happened.
You do not have to read any of the Bradford Brothers’ stories in order to understand and enjoy Larson, as it is a standalone. If you would like to catch up on anything before or after reading Larson, however, I would recommend reading The Bradford Brothers box set or Jensen in particular. (Jensen’s story, as well as Harlow’s, are included as bonus books in this book, for a limited time.)
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Larson by Juliana Conners
Chapter 1 – Brynn
Chapter 2 – Brynn
Chapter 3 – Brynn
Chapter 4 – Brynn
Chapter 5 – Larson
Chapter 6 – Larson
Chapter 7 – Brynn
Chapter 8 – Brynn
Chapter 9 – Larson
Chapter 10 – Brynn
Chapter 11 – Larson
Chapter 12 – Brynn
Chapter 13 – Larson
Chapter 14 – Brynn
Chapter 15 – Larson
Chapter 16 – Larson
Chapter 17 - Brynn
Chapter 18 – Larson
Chapter 19 – Brynn
Chapter 20 – Brynn
Chapter 21 – Larson
Chapter 22 – Larson
Chapter 23 – Brynn
Chapter 24 – Larson
Chapter 25 – Larson
Chapter 26 – Brynn
Chapter 27 – Brynn
Chapter 28 – Larson
Chapter 29 – Larson
Chapter 30 – Larson
Chapter 31 – Brynn
Chapter 32 – Brynn
Chapter 33 – Brynn
Chapter 34 – Brynn
Chapter 35 – Larson
Chapter 36 – Larson
Chapter 37 – Brynn
Chapter 38 – Larson
Chapter 39 – Brynn
Chapter 40 – Brynn
Chapter 41 – Larson
Chapter 42 – Brynn
Chapter 43 – Larson
Chapter 44 – Brynn
Chapter 45 – Larson
Chapter 46 – Larson
Chapter 47 – Brynn
Chapter 48 – Larson
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Chapter 1 – B
rynn
"Oh geez. I think this skirt is too short."
I cringe as I look at myself in the mirror, and then at my best friend Riley Bradford.
It’s Halloween night, and I’m second guessing everything. Including this obnoxious cheerleader costume. And the way my ass is hanging out of it.
Sure, it sends the message I’m looking for: Come and get me. I haven’t gotten laid in a long time, and tonight’s the perfect night for it.
"Don't be silly, Brynn," Riley says. "It's Halloween. It's the one time of year when there's no such thing as a skirt that's too short. In fact, Halloween is the excuse that young hot women everywhere use to flaunt their goods without feeling slutty."
"Yeah, but that category doesn’t even apply to me anymore. I'm getting old. And frumpy."
"No you're not. You look just as hot as you did when we'd go to Halloween parties in law school."
"I’ve gained like twenty pounds since then."
"So? You were hot then but you're even hotter now. Curvaceous is the new skinny."
I roll my eyes.
"Remember that one time I went as a ghost? What the hell was I thinking?"
"I think you were thinking of saving time and money," Riley replies. "You were busy preparing for that big trial coming up in moot court— not to mention studying for mid-terms— and it was easy to throw a sheet over your head after cutting some circles out of it for eyes."
"That's true," I agree.
Good old practical and reassuring Riley.
"But I totally ruined my chance to flaunt my goods when I was younger and looked a lot better."
I can't help but reminisce about the past, when I would get laid on the regular. I wish I could be that carefree and fun now, because I haven't gotten any in ages.
On that note, I peek my head into the living room to make sure my son Caleb is okay. He is, so I go back to looking at myself in the mirror.
