Trusted (Club Indigo Book 2)

by Karen Nappa

  "This is going to be hard and fast, rùnag," he groaned in her ear while placing his hands beside hers on the headboard. "Come when ye're ready." He started to piston into her with the drive and intensity of Usain Bolt running at the Olympics finals.

  Suzie felt herself on the brink of orgasm. She started spasming in her ecstasy, and she could feel Connor's thrusts changing to what she knew would be his climax. In a last burst of movement, they came together.

  They were lying on the bed side by side. The rumpled sheets and the cuffs dangling from the headboard were a testament to their intense session. "A spanking can be really fun," Suzie said after they'd caught their breaths and Connor had unfastened the cuffs. "My parents didn't believe in spanking."

  Propped on one elbow, Connor inquired, "So you weren't spanked as a child?" as he stroked her back and shoulders.

  Suzie was lying on her belly and frowned in concentration. "Never." She moaned as he grazed a sensitive spot on her bottom and then giggled. "Now I wonder if it was such a good idea to be the perfect, obedient daughter and student."

  Connor grinned. "Ah, the headmaster spanking fantasy."

  Suzie nodded shyly. "Well, it's a bit odd that the bad girl gets all the attention, don't you think?"

  He laughed at that and pulled her into his big body. She had a wicked, twisted mind. His kind of wicked twisted!

  "Connor?" He hummed in her hair. "What does rùnag mean?"

  He went still, not ready to tell her the meaning of the word. "It's something my father used to call my mother. It felt like it fitted you, too." His mother had been his father's 'little love.'

  "I like it," she mumbled as she fell asleep.

  Suzie woke with a mouth on her pussy and a lubed finger at her back entrance. She peeked under the blanket and was met with sparkling green eyes, dark with lust.

  Connor lifted his mouth. "Ah, she's awake." He threw off the blanket.

  "Cold," Suzie squealed and tried to regain control of the covers again.

  He pushed her back and promised, "I'll warm ye up." He buckled the cuffs around her wrists. After checking the fitting, he took her mouth in a warm kiss. She could taste herself first, and then it was only Connor. He tasted like he smelled, fresh from the outdoors—like a winter day in a pine forest, and his eyes were the color of moss. Suzie was pulled out of her musings as he pushed away and produced a pair of ankle cuffs. Once he had them on to his satisfaction, he lifted her legs. He kept pushing up until she was folded in half, her feet in the air next to her hands at the headboard. He attached the cuffs to the headboard and looked down at her in satisfaction. He produced a plug and Suzie jerked. It was definitely bigger than the one he'd used yesterday.

  "No," Suzie whined.

  "Oh, yes." His eyes held that wicked gleam again, all the softness gone.

  With infinite care, he started to lube her hole, inserting first one and then two fingers. The feeling of an object in her ass emphasized the emptiness of her pussy and had Suzie pulling against her bonds.

  "Getting inpatient, rùnag?"

  "More like desperate, Sir," she groaned, and he laughed.

  "I love yer spirit." He withdrew his fingers and wiped them with a tissue, taking his time to lube the plug before pressing it against her anus, and then he bent to lick her clit.

  Connor loved how responsive she was. He sucked her clit in his mouth and slid the plug home as soon as he felt her relax.

  Suzie's sphincter muscles protested the intrusion, even as her arousal built, but Connor's clever tongue took away her discomfort. To her amazement, the plug added to the pleasure of what he was doing with his mouth. With one more suckle, she came undone. Her vagina clenched in vain at the emptiness, but the larger butt plug stimulated erogenous nerves she didn't know she had.

  He kept licking and suckling, giving her that edge of discomfort that clitoral stimulation had post climax. He knew she loved it. He unclipped the chains from the cuffs but left them around her ankles and wrists.

  "Let's have breakfast." He helped her up and dropped his sweater over her head. She was cold, so he wouldn't let her walk around naked. But she wouldn't get more to wear. He rolled up the sleeves, so her hands and the cuffs were visible.

  He rose from the bed, and she frowned but allowed him to pull her with him. "Aren't you going to take the plug out?" She looked down her body, which was so swamped by his sweater, it covered her knees. "Or the cuffs off?"

  He only shook his head. "We're not done playing." He started for the door, with her in tow.

  When they reached the kitchen, Connor ordered her to make eggs while he started the coffee and the toast.

  It was odd to move around with a butt plug in her ass. It wasn't really uncomfortable, but it wasn't comfortable, either. Suzie whisked the eggs and seasoning with vigor, added a tablespoon of water, and started beating the eggs again.

  "Did you just put water in it?" Connor sounded stunned.

  Suzie smiled. "When you cook the eggs, the added steam makes them much fluffier."

  "So, that's your secret?" Connor shook his head. "Water. Who'd have thought it."

  Suzie giggled. "Well, it isn't exactly a secret." She checked the skillet and poured the mix in. "If you prefer a creamy result, you add milk, if you want your eggs to be fluffy, add water."

  Connor checked to make sure Suzie could reach all she needed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her away from the counter. "Eyes on the cooking." He flipped up the sweater and exposed her naked behind. He twisted the plug, and Suzie wiggled her hips, which earned her a stinging swat. "Hold still." The toaster dinged and Connor stepped away to put the bread on their plates and butter the toast. Suzie flipped the eggs and wiggled again to let the sweater drop.

  Connor cleared his throat. "Lift it back up."

  Suzie grumbled. He had her horny and exposed. She didn't want to do it. His eyebrow rose. She shifted from one foot to the other. Connor kept staring at her. A reluctant hand went to the hem of the sweater and pulled it up with tantalizing slowness to reveal the sparkling jewel at the end of the butt plug, which contrasted nicely with a mark the size and shape of his hand on her cheek.

  "Good lass," he praised and turned away to put coffee in two mugs.

  After a breakfast where Suzie squirmed and Connor sat relaxed, they got dressed and went to Suzie's. If only he'd allowed her to remove the butt plug, it would have been perfect.

  When Suzie and Connor arrived home, James and Tim had taken advantage of the nice weather and were practicing soccer moves. Connor stayed outside to join the soccer practice. True to his European roots, he was both fond of the game and skilled at it. Abby was seated with her aunt at the dining table with paper and markers. Laura was good at drawing, and Abby loved to work on her skills. As soon as her daughter spotted her, she came rushing over for a hug and a kiss.

  Suzie stroked her daughter's hair and said, "Why don't you clean up and set the table? Aunt Laura and I will start making lunch right away."

  "Can I finish this one?"

  Suzie smiled. "Of course, sweetie. We'll be busy for at least half an hour."

  After they had finished their preparations, they loaded the table with little bowls of grated cheese, lettuce, peppers, avocado, and garlic sauce. Suzie settled gingerly on the kitchen chair after she had served her meatless chili with homemade wraps. "Enjoy your meal."

  They said grace and everyone started eating. Everyone except Laura. She was studying Suzie with narrowed eyes.

  "What?" Suzie mouthed. Laura turned her head toward the kitchen. "Oh, I forgot the drinks." Suzie rose from her seat. "Laura, could you help?"

  Laura followed her eagerly into the kitchen. As soon as the door closed behind them, she inquired, "Did you get spanked hard, or did you have anal?"

  Suzie's jaw dropped as she looked at her open mouthed. "Who are you, and what have you done with my sister?"

  Laura chuckled and started to pull bottles from the fridge. "I'd recognize that stance a mile away. Spill, sis."<
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  Suzie conceded. "The asshole shoved a plug up my asshole and didn't take it out until just before we came home. It feels like it's still inside."

  Laura laughed. "You'll enjoy it," she said and put her hand on the door to the dining room, "eventually." She pushed the door open and went back to the dining room, before Suzie could react.

  During the meal, James and Connor bantered about the US chances in the next World Cup. Connor contended that the US wouldn't even make it into the Cup again, like in 2018. Suzie couldn't stop watching Connor and thinking how much at home he seemed with her family.

  After James and Laura left, Connor and Suzie settled in the family room while the children finished their homework. Settled on opposite sides of the kitchen table, Abby was studying for a spelling test while Tim worked on a math assignment.

  Tim threw his pen on the table and watched it skitter over the edge with a scowl. Abby looked over at him with big eyes, while she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. Tim sighed. "Sorry, Abby, I didn't mean to startle you."

  "What's wrong?" His sister's voice was small.

  "Can't figure out my math." Tim rose to retrieve his pen from the floor.

  Abby's worried face brightened. "Why don't you ask Mr. Connor? He's really good with that. He helped me out with mine, and I got an A- on my last test."

  "Nah." Tim shrugged before bending down to pick up his pen. "I'll do it myself." He rose and pivoted on his heels, slamming into a big, muscular body.

  Connor steadied Tim by his upper arms before he could fall from the impact. "I'll be happy to help you with your math, lad."

  Tim shrugged off Connor's hands and stepped back. "No thank you, Mr. Connor. I'll manage, myself."

  Tim scooped up his homework and quickly retreated from the room. Connor took one step after him and halted. He slipped his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and watched the boy leave. Damn it.

  Two thin arms slid around his waist and a small body pressed up against his left side. He pulled his hand from his left pocket and encircled the little girl. "Thank you, lass." Connor looked down into her raised face, marveling at the fact that Abby had caught on to how much the rejection had hurt. "You give the best hugs." At least one of Suzie's children liked him. Self-doubt overwhelmed him. Abby liked everybody. What if he wasn't cut out to be a dad? He stomped down on that train of thought and focused on the little girl. "How is your spelling going, Abby?"

  While Abby chattered happily about her progress and her plans for next day, Connor started the coffee maker. He hadn't planned on witnessing the conversation between Abby and Tim. His goal had been coffee all along. He leaned against the kitchen counter while waiting for it to brew and listened to Abby, trying to get to know the girl a bit better.

  Connor groaned as he silenced his alarm. Normally, he would go back to sleep as soon as Suzie had left the bed, but today, he had lain awake for hours and had probably only dozed off between 6:30 am and 7:00 am.

  Connor could hear the shower running, so he knew Tim was already up and about. He got out of bed and pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt. On bare feet, he walked out of Suzie's bedroom and went to wake Abby. Tim had left the bathroom so Connor brushed his teeth while Abby got dressed, and then he headed for the kitchen.

  Tim already had most of the breakfast going. The blueberry oatmeal mug cakes Suzie had prepared the night before were cooking in the microwave and Tim was heating milk on the stove. Connor switched on the coffeemaker and pulled bread from the cupboard.

  "What would you like for lunch?" he asked Tim.

  "Turkey and ham, please," Tim said while he turned down the burner beneath the milk. "Could you make the hot chocolate? It's hard to pour it into the cups without spilling."

  Connor busied himself with the mugs, and Tim put mustard and mayonnaise on his bread and pulled out the peanut butter and jelly his sister liked.

  The silence in the kitchen was broken when Abby came through the door, asking, "Mr. Connor, can you help me with my ponytail?"

  After Connor tied Abby's hair back with quick efficiency, the three sat down for their breakfast. Just as they finished, the doorbell rang and Tim went to the door, calling, "Josh is here. We're leaving for the bus."

  Connor caught up with him to give him his lunch and say hello to Josh. "How are you this morning?"

  Josh stared at the ground and mumbled a semblance of a greeting back. Tim jumped down the porch steps and they hurried away.

  Tim got his first good look at Josh. His lip was twice its normal size and it was split. "What happened to your face?" he exclaimed.

  "I slipped and fell," Josh said.

  "And only got a split lip?"

  "Yeah, that's what happened. Don't you believe me?"

  Abby came up with her coat on and her book bag, ready to go. Connor asked, "Is Josh always so shy?"

  "Not with me. But he doesn't seem to like adults much." She shrugged. "If we don't leave now, Mr. Connor, I'll be late."

  Chapter 11

  " W hat are you doing?" Abby pulled herself up on the kitchen counter next to Connor. It was two days before Christmas and he was taking the week off.

  Connor looked up from the sink and glanced over to the girl. Her legs were swinging and she was dressed in a long knitted sweater that swamped her. She looked utterly adorable.

  "I'm changing the washer." He put down the wrench and showed Abby a small rubber ring. "See how this old one is dirty and frayed?" Abby nodded so vigorously, Connor stretched his arm in front of her in case she'd toppled over. "With a new washer, the faucet won't drip anymore."

  Abby chewed on her bottom lip and Connor picked up the tool again. "I like having you around, Mr. Connor," Abby said.

  "Because I know how to mend a dripping tap?" He peeked at her out of the corner of his eye.

  Abby shook her head. "No." She jumped off the countertop. "Because you make my mom happy." She skipped out of the kitchen.

  Connor leaned his hip against the kitchen counter and watched her leave the room. Perceptive little thing, she was. Suzie made him happy, too. Connor realized he was spending more and more time around Suzie and the children. He was fond of them all and could easily imagine them all living together. He narrowed his eyes. Had he just thought that again?

  "Connor, do you think your mother would like to spend Christmas with us?" Suzie inquired carefully after dinner that night. The children had cleared the table and were playing with their trains in the basement.

  "She would love to. She's been asking about you and the children a lot." Connor was helping Suzie with cleaning up and putting the leftovers away.

  The way Connor pulled his weight with the household chores had been a pleasant surprise for Suzie. He had even cleaned the toilets last week and had almost completely taken over the laundry. She knew from Laura that James did his share in the household, too, but still, she hadn't known what she could expect. Actually, she thought Connor did more around the house than she did, because he had also started to fix the little things that she couldn't keep up with.

  She smiled warmly as he beckoned her to him. Suzie moved toward him with a contented sigh and stood in the protective circle of his arms. Connor dominated the space as well as her thoughts. She liked it, a lot.

  Connor pulled his Prius into the driveway on a sunny Christmas day. He killed the engine and all was silent for a moment. He turned to his mother with a nervous smile and asked, "Are you ready to meet everyone?"

  She nodded calmly, as if meeting the first woman his son was serious about was an everyday occurrence. He got out and walked around to help her out of the car. She swatted his hand and grumbled that she didn't need assistance. She waited on the porch while he went back for the bags of presents from both of them. Connor used his key to let them into the house.

  Connor was escorting Elaine into the living room when he heard a small whirlwind on the stairs. Abby came bouncing down. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Connor! Where is your mother?" Abby asked.

  "M
erry Christmas to you, too, Abby. You look lovely today," Connor answered while turning back to the hall, with his mother's presence at his back.

  Connor smiled at Abby as she twirled as soon as she reached the floor bottom of the steps to show off her outfit. She was wearing a red woolen dress with red and green striped leggings. Her long hair was held back by a matching headband. "You are quite the little lady, lass."

  Connor stepped aside to give the girl and the elderly woman their first glance at each other. "Abby, I'd like you to meet my mother," he said.

  "Hello, Abby. I'm Elaine Carmichael. How do you do?" Connor's mother extended her hand to the girl, who took it with a big smile.

  "Hi, Mrs. Carmichael. I'm Abby and doing great. Do you like my new outfit? My mom gave it to me for Christmas. We're going to be very good friends, because you're Mr. Connor's mother and he's my friend, too," Abby babbled as she pulled Elaine with her. "Come on, let me introduce you to my family. Mom is in the kitchen. I know you introduce people, because that's what Uncle James did when he met my mom. Do you know him?"

  Elaine looked over at Connor, a bit baffled, but he shrugged and chuckled. That was Abby.

  Connor followed them toward the kitchen. He knew they would find Suzie there. Connor arrived just in time to hear Suzie exclaim, "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry not to be able to greet you properly, Mrs. Carmichael."

  His mother smiled. "It's Elaine, and don't feel bad. We're actually early." She shook Suzie's outstretched hand and stage whispered, "My boy was anxious to get here."