by Lora Ann
“Okay,” she breathed.
I popped her ass.
“Yes, Sir,” she corrected.
As I lapped the spot to take away the sting, I murmured, “Good girl.”
Once more, I used her moisture and then added my tongue on her rose bud, where I tongue-fucked her asshole until she was weeping. “I’ve got you, søta,” I assured before sliding my thumb inside her canal, circling her inner walls. I brought my other hand around her body and with my forefinger I rapidly tapped her swollen nub. “Come,” I commanded.
Oh God, did she ever. I was drenched in her cream. Fuck. That was hot. “Release your hands and sit in my lap.”
She followed my instructions to a T. I sat and held her as I praised, “You are fucking magnificent. I could never get enough of you,” I declared.
She had curled up into me as her orgasm racked her body. When she looked up at me through heavy lidded eyes, she asked, “Permission to speak freely.”
“Yes, Lacey. Please talk to me.”
“I want to make you come.”
I grinned. “I believe that’s for me to decide.”
Her eyes went down to my bulge. “You’re in pain.”
“Anticipation makes it sweeter,” I drawled. “Now, I want you to get up, remove your bra, and walk over to the far wall.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stroked her legs as she rose. “You’re doing fan-fucking-tastic, Lacey.”
I caught her smile as she did what I had ordered.
I gave her a moment to take in what she was standing in front of. I approached her from behind and inquired, “Do you know what that is?”
“A cross of some sort,” she replied.
“Yes. It’s a St. Andrew’s cross.” I reached around her and rotated the cross. “This particular one fully spins.”
“Oh,” she gasped.
“Touch it. I don’t want you afraid of this. If it does or you’re not ready, say so.”
While she did what I had instructed, I walked away and over to my armoire of toys. I selected what I wanted and went back over to her. “Are you ready, Lacey?”
“Yes, Sir,” she affirmed.
“Good. Face me.”
She did as I told her and met my eyes.
I smirked. “I do believe you’ve seen enough.” I pulled a red silk scarf from my back pocket and proceeded to blindfold her.
She bit her lip in consternation. I leaned in and pulled said lip out from under her teeth with mine. Then I licked the spot to soothe it. She exhaled forcefully. “You do the same thing to me, sweetness. Don’t ever doubt that.”
I grabbed her wrist and locked it into the leather binding. Sucking and nibbling on her fingers before moving to the other one. Once her wrists her locked down, I slowly ran my tongue between her breasts and then trailed wet kisses down her leg. There, I wrapped the leather cuff around her ankle. After that side was secured, I moved to the other leg and gave it the same attention before I strapped that ankle down. I made sure on every cuff there was plenty of room for circulation. Lastly, I fastened the large leather belt around her waist to hold her in place. I took a step back to enjoy the view. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” I acknowledged as I changed the music. Usher’s “Scream” began to play as I approached her.
I locked my fingers with hers and took her mouth with mine. Fucking her with my tongue, I ground my hips against her exposed sex. A tremor ran through her body. “That’s right, smukka. You. Will. Scream. My. Name,” I affirmed as I licked her lips and nipped at her neck.
“Please, Master.”
I whispered in her ear, “That’s right. I am master of your body.”
“Yes, Sir,” she concurred, “You are.”
Fuck, I was going to lose control.
I reached down and picked up the wand. I placed it in her hand. “I’m going to use this on you, Lacey. If it’s too intense, use your safe word.”
Her breathy “yes, Master,” caused my dick to throb and my balls to burn.
“This will be a little disorienting. Again, if it’s too much say something.”
I slowly rotated the cross until she was in a horizontal position. Then I turned the wand on and ran it along her collar bones so she could acclimate to the vibrations. Once I was satisfied that she was okay, I moved the toy down to her pebbled nipple. Fully aware I could bring her this way, I didn’t keep it there for long before I moved to the other one. She was dripping mess between her legs, so I pulled the wand away from her breasts and brought it between her legs. Her clit was full exposed and her squeal was the most beautiful of sounds. She was caught up in full rapture. Her mouth was opened while breathing heavily. I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled my painful cock from the confines of my jeans and rubbed it along her mouth. She instantly opened wide for my entrance. I tossed the wand aside and fisted her hair as she worked her gifted tongue up and down my dick. “Take it all,” I commanded.
She relaxed her throat and did just that. I released on a grunt. “Swallow every drop.” There was no hesitation on her part. Pure appreciation for this incredible woman filled me, yet again. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever had the pleasure of fucking,” I panted out.
Her breath hitched, and I remorsefully pulled out of her hot, wet mouth. I stroked her gorgeous face, admiring her while in complete awe of her gift of submission. I kissed her passionately, tasting myself in the process. With reluctance, I released her mouth and turned her once more. She was upside down, and I knew she couldn’t stay that way for very long. So I made quick work of latching on to her sex and pulling hard on her delicious clit. She came fast and hard, which had been my intention. I turned the cross carefully so she was, once again, horizontal. I knew she would be dizzy; therefore, I knelt before her and ran my tongue along her neck. “Are you alright, Lacey?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she breathed heavily.
Ah, still riding the waves of her orgasm. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she said firmly, “Sir.”
“Such a good girl. I’m so impressed.”
She graced me with her breathtaking smile.
“Let’s get you off of here.” I rotated her again, bringing her upright. I released her ankles first, making sure to rub them and help bring back the circulation. Next I uncuffed her wrists, paying the same homage to each one as I had done with her ankles. “Hold on to me, sweetness.”
She latched her arms around me as I undid the belt around her waist. With her cradled in my arms, I walked over to the bed and laid her down. I grabbed the massage oil that had been on the warmer and made sure to pay careful attention to every spot that had been bound. The blindfold had slipped off when I had helped her off the cross, so her gorgeous sapphire eyes followed my work on her body. “Mmm…” she moaned, “That feels so good.”
I shot her a look, and she instantly covered her mouth. The oops went unspoken. I shook my head at her. “Turn over, Lacey.”
She squeaked out, “Yes, Sir.”
Once she was on her stomach, I poured oil down her spine slowly. The goose bumps raised on her skin. I began to rub across and then down her elegant back, until reaching the sexy dimples above her ass. I smacked first one cheek, rubbing the sting away afterwards. I repeated the action on the other side. She squealed when my wayward fingers found the crevice between. I danced along her sensitive flesh. “Someday soon, sweetness, I will own this ass.”
She moaned as my thumb entered her puckered hole. Oh fuck, I wanted to have her this way so bad. Yet I knew she wasn’t ready, which was more than fine with me—something else to look forward to. I removed my thumb, stood and stripped out of my clothes as she watched in a lustful daze. I eased in behind her. “Spread your legs for me, sweetness.”
She obeyed as I took myself in hand. She lifted her ass for me. I stroked my already weeping cock before I eased into her hot sex. “God, I have died and gone to heaven.” On cue, the song “Locked Out Of Heaven” by Bruno Mars began to play. I started to m
ove my hips in time to the music. I laced my fingers with hers. When she turned her face towards mine, I kissed her swollen lips as we made love. Since we were both overstimulated after our intense workout, we came together screaming each other’s name. Still out of breath, I rolled to the side spooning her. “I’m so fucking in love with you I can’t see straight, Lacey.” I moved her hair to the side and continued my staccato whispers. “You. Complete. Me.” All of a sudden, I felt moisture on my forearm that was against her chest. “Are you crying?”
With a nod of her head, she replied, “I can’t help it. That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. But…” I held my breath waiting for the blow that would destroy me. “That’s not why I have tears I can’t hold back.”
“Go on,” I encouraged though I felt anything but positive.
“It’s your love for me that takes my breath away.” She turned so we were facing each other. “You are the love of my life. I cannot—no, will not—spend another moment away from you.”
I took in a sharp breath before I could ask, “What are you saying, Lacey?”
She leaned forward so that our lips barely touched. “Yes, Even Kristofer Strand. I will marry you.”
“Hell YES!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, as I grabbed her and kissed her entire face over and over again.
She giggled and held on tight as I exuberantly showed my excitement. I pulled back and teased, “You’re not fuckin’ with me, right?”
She smacked my chest and then shocked the shit out of me. “Yes, Master, I would love to fuck you.”
“Oh yeah.” And then I proceeded to give my beautiful fiancée exactly what she wanted.
I had never been so happy in my life. Now, I understood why Nik always had a damn grin on his face. Fuck. I didn’t know it would feel like this. Then again, I had to wait for Lacey to show up. She was worth it. I would wait till the end of eternity for her. We were going ring shopping the next day, because I wasn’t wasting any more time making her mine.
Mine—forever and always.
Bound to me in every way possible.
Best part, I was bound to her as well.
Epilogue
Lacey
I couldn’t help but stare down at the gorgeous Tiffany diamond ring on my left ring finger. Gosh, it was spectacular as it caught the sunlight. Mid-afternoon is San Francisco was usually sunny once the fog rolled out, albeit, those were the only things that brought a smile to my face on that particular day. E locked his fingers with mine and gave me a reassuring nod. We approached the Strand Industries company jet hand in hand. I was blown away at the support that welcomed us. Nik and Aimee stood there with their arms coiled around each other’s waists. Alex was there with a warm smile to greet us, although I could see the worry etched around his eyes. He was still concerned about Ari. We all were. My sister stood over in the shadows with her arms wrapped around herself. As I approached her, I released E’s hand and opened my arms wide. Keeley stepped into my embrace and shuttered as a sob caught in her throat.
“Oh, Kee, you’re going to get through this.”
“From your lips to God’s ears, Lace,” she answered solemnly.
I had to wonder if my sister would ever be herself again. Before the drugs had changed her, she had a corny sense of humor. Of course she had changed, who wouldn’t have? I had to hope that her experiences had made her stronger. “I love you so much,” I whispered into her ear.
“Me, too,” she hiccupped.
“I promise to wait for your return before I get married.”
She pulled back and looked up at me. “I told you not to do that.”
I gave her a watery smile. “How could I walk down the aisle without my maid of honor?”
“You are the most amazing sister, you know that?”
I winked. “Don’t forget that,” I teased.
A flight attendant came down the stairs. “We’re ready to leave when you are, Miss Kincaid.”
She nodded her head in response and then grabbed my hand as she walked over to E. “Thank you for this, Even.”
“No thanks necessary, Keeley. We’re family. We stick together.”
Nik added, “Yes, we do.”
Aimee stood beside me. “We’ll be praying for your speedy recovery.” Then she gently squeezed Keeley’s other hand.
“We’re all cheering you on, Keeley. Remember that,” Alex assured.
A voice I didn’t recognize chimed in, “I’ll keep her safe, Mr. Strand.”
I glanced over and did a double take at the eye candy standing there. He was a little taller than Nik, though their build was about the same. The exception to this Adonis was instead of being fair haired and blue eyed like the Strand brothers, he had inky black hair and piercing jade green eyes. I looked over at my sister and mouthed, “Holy wow!”
For a split second a wicked grin appeared on her lips, but she sobered before anyone else caught it. Yeah, my sister had a long road ahead of her, yet she was still herself somewhere in there. Thank you, Jesus.
E responded, “I know you will, Tar.” He reached out his hand to shake the other man’s hand. “Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” Tar acknowledged as he walked over to the stairs of the aircraft.
Keeley hugged me one more time. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
“Absolutely,” I reassured.
Once the door was sealed shut, I turned towards E and inquired, “Who is Tar?”
“Keeley’s body guard,” he answered matter-of-factly.
My brow arched. “When did you hire him?”
“While she was still recovering in the hospital,” he replied.
“Why didn’t I see him?” I swear I would remember a man that looked like that.
He gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. “You were a bit preoccupied, love.”
“Oh.” Really…what more was there to say?
Nik chimed in, “He’s a former Navy Seal. If he doesn’t want you to notice him, you won’t.”
“Well,” Aimee added, “That would explain it. I didn’t see him either, Lacey.”
I nodded as the plane left the hanger. Tears began to flow.
Aimee hugged me from the side. “She’s going to fine,” she affirmed.
“Thank you for that,” I acknowledged the woman who had become another sister to me.
E wrapped his arms around me from behind. “We’re all here for you, too, sweetness.”
I leaned back into his warmth. “I know.”
Nik patted me on one shoulder, while Alex clasped the other. We really were one big family.
I glanced at Alex. “How is Ari?”
“She’s holding her own. Are you guys coming by later?” Alex asked me and E.
We answered in unison, “Yes.”
I felt a bit guilty. I had spent the last couple of days with Keeley. Neither she nor I knew where E was sending her. We knew it was out of the country. He had told us that was for our protection. Still unsure if I agreed with him on that, I chose to stay quiet on the issue—for now.
Nik chimed in, “We’ll be there as well.”
“Absolutely,” Aimee confirmed as she grasped her husband’s hand.
“Good,” Alex said as he turned to walk away.
E stopped him. “Alex, what’s really going on with you and that girl?”
I had wondered that myself. Did Alex feel like a father to her or a brother? Possibly. Could it be he was romantically interested in her? She was a bit young for that.
Alex shuffled his feet and answered, “She has no one, E. I can’t seem to locate her birth parents. So, you tell me…What would you do?”
Nik piped up, “What do ya mean you can’t find her birth parents?”
Aimee added, “How is that, exactly? Was it a closed adoption?”
“Worse,” Alex sighed. “She was a black market baby.”
“What?” I gasped. “What kind of monster sells their baby?”
E squeezed me tig
hter against him. “I don’t know, but we’ll find them.”
“Damn straight,” Nik stated loudly.
Alex looked over at Nik. “Thank you. If I cannot locate them, then I plan on being her guardian.”
Aimee squealed, “Oh, Alex. You’re such a dear man.”
I nodded. “Really, Alex, that’s so kind of you.”
E released his hold on me and strode over to his brother where he hugged him hard. I could hear the emotion in his voice when he said, “I’m damn proud to call you brother.”
Nik had joined them and had both of his brothers in his arms. The sight was one to behold. The love these men had in them was overwhelming and beautiful. While I was not only worried about Ari but Keeley and Aimee, I never once doubted that any of these men wouldn’t lay down their lives for any of us. We still had an enemy to deal with. None of us knew when Caleb would strike next, and it kept us all on edge. Who did he want his hands on more: Aimee, Keeley, or Ari? Was I now on his hit list? One thing I knew for sure, he had a tremendous obstacle in his way. The Strand brothers wouldn’t make it easy for him. Their need to protect was a force to be reckoned with. Rest assured, we were all under their protection. Their loyalty was that fierce. Yet I admired all of these qualities and appreciated that I had been brought into the fold, it was their love that was a beacon for all to see. In my opinion, that was their strongest quality of all.
I clasped Aimee’s hand as we walked over to them and joined in on the group hug. E leaned into me and stated, “I love you so much.”
I whispered back, “I love you more.”
Nik must’ve overheard me because he added, “Our love cannot be broken.”
Beyond a shadow of doubt I knew, no truer words had ever been spoken.
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