Secured Heart (Windy City #2)

by Measha Stone

  “This isn’t just a bracelet. It’s my mark. It’s the statement that says you belong to me. And you do. You are mine.” The strength in his words triggered a deep yearning she’d been trying to shove away since breaking up with him.

  “You’ll forgive me?” she whispered, searching his face for a soft place to hide.

  “You’re already forgiven,” he stated. “But you can never hide your worries from me. They are mine, too. And you are never to go off on any stupid heroic missions again.”

  She nodded her agreement.

  “I’m so glad you at least told Alex about it. He can’t seem to stop you from going through with your harebrained ideas, but at least he watches over you.”

  Kelly leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder. “I was so scared I’d never get you back. That you’d hate me forever and never forgive me.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I love you, and I promise to do better, to obey, and not take decisions from you.”

  “I love you, and I promise to protect you, even from yourself, to love you and to hold you to your promises.” His words weren’t spoken as a whisper, but as a determined vow.

  “I promise to come to you with my troubles. To try and remember I don’t make decisions on my own anymore.”

  “Damn right.” He kissed her head and pushed away from her. “Let’s get you in the tub.” Before she could protest or move, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

  She sat on the toilet as he readied the bath for her. Once the water was to his satisfaction, he helped peel her pajamas off and got her situated in the warm water. It felt wonderful over her sore muscles and tired soul.

  He sat beside the tub as she relaxed into the heat of the water. When she reached for the shampoo, he slapped her hand away and took over the task himself. Washing and conditioning her hair for her was the last thing she thought they’d be doing together. She’d been so convinced she’d lost him she’d had no hope of ever feeling his loving touch again.

  When she was once again dressed and her hair had been braided, she decided to ask him later how he’d learned to braid hair. He put her back into her bed and didn’t give her chance to argue. He stripped and slipped in beside her. She snuggled back to him, wanting more of him touching her. His arms wrapped around her waist, careful of her shoulder.

  She wiggled again, and he gave her a playful slap to her ass.

  “As much as I want to bury myself in you right now, your shoulder is really banged up. It would hurt in all the bad ways. Keep still.” His gruff voice was softened by the tender kiss he placed on her cheek. “Sleep.”

  And she obeyed.

  CHAPTER thirty-Four

  The Honorable Judge

  Kelly stood at the foot of Kendrick’s bed. Her hands were tied behind her back, just above her ass. Having been stripped bare upon entering his apartment that evening, three months after the Ted incident, her nipples were reacting to the chill in the air. The early fall winds outside were picking up, and the windows rattled every now and again to remind them of the season.

  Kendrick stood at the bathroom door, wearing only his jeans. Her eyes found his, as he inspected her beauty.

  The large mound of her breasts jutted outward from the position of her arms being tied in the way he’d restrained her. Her nipples hardened into peaks. Her legs spread apart exposed her bare pussy.

  He licked his lips at the sight in his bedroom.

  He walked slowly, purposely to her, carrying a crop in his right hand. He could see her struggling to keep her eyes forward as he came to stand behind her, but she managed well enough.

  He ran the leather flogger across her shoulders and lightly tapped her shoulder. “How is this?” he asked.

  “It’s fine.” She let out a breath.

  He brought the crop down harshly on her backside.

  “I mean, it’s feeling okay,” she rephrased.

  “Good. Be sure to let me know if that changes.” He’d been careful her shoulder when he’d bound her arms together behind her back, but he still worried. It had been several months, but there were still times when her shoulder was sore.

  “Understand?” He slapped her backside once more.

  “Yes!” she cried out at the sharpness of the strike. Her backside already had a nice red glow from the long spanking he’d given her.

  Having her draped over his lap, naked, raw had been exactly how he’d envisioned their afternoon. She was off for Thanksgiving break, and he’d decided to take the week for himself as well.

  Her backside bounced with each strike of his hand, hardening his cock with each moan of satisfaction she gave from the spanking. Between volleys of spanks, he dipped his fingers between her legs and fingered her pussy.

  She had bucked back at him, trying to take more of him. He had wrapped his arm around her waist and fucked her harder with his fingers, letting his smallest finger dangle over her clit, driving her crazy. Just as she was about to find her release, he let her go and returned to spanking her. Each growl of frustration was met with a harsher slap to her glowing mounds.

  “Refresh my memory.” He slid the handle of the crop between her ass checks, leaving it between them. “Don’t drop that by the way,” he ordered and smiled at her effort to clench her cheeks.

  “Didn’t you give up your orgasm today? Wasn’t there some begging for two last night, and that you’d give up today’s?” He reached around her and cupped her tits in his hands.

  She moaned lightly.

  “What?” He pinched, and she jumped slightly.

  “Yes! I did.” She pouted.

  “You thought I’d forget…or I’d let you out of your promise?” He pinched her nipples again.

  “It was a hope, yes,” she answered honestly, and he let her nipples go.

  “Honesty. Obedience. Intelligence. Beauty. How did I get so damn lucky with you?” He sank his teeth into her neck and growled his desire. When he released her, he removed the crop from her ass and threw it onto the bed.

  She turned to face him with an impish grin. “Would you like me to suck your cock?” she asked in a silk soft tone.

  He studied her smile, her vibrant eyes and reached behind her, grasping her hair in his fist. Her head snapped back, giving him more access to her throat. He kissed her hard on her lips, then trailed his kisses down her neck.

  “Not now. But before bed tonight, you’ll kneel on my side of the bed, hands folded behind your back, with your mouth open for me. Right now, I want to feel that hot pussy around my dick.” In a smooth motion, he spun her around and pushed her down on the bed. With her face turned to the side, he could see her eyes. Still vibrant with lust.

  He pulled his jeans down and freed his hard cock from the restraint of her pants. Before she could ready herself, he plunged balls deep into her cunt. The liquid heat surrounded his pulsating desire, and he pumped hard into her. The slaps of his thighs against her spanked ass filled the room, mingling with her moans of pleasure and his growls of satisfaction. He released her hair and held onto the ropes binding her arms as he pounded her from behind.

  He felt her clenching down around him. She wasn’t going to come; she’d learned her lesson weeks ago about doing that without permission. She was trying to make herself tighter for him, as if that was possible. It was enough to drive him to the brink.

  She lifted her right leg and propped her knee on the bed, again wrapping herself around his cock even tighter. He couldn’t take any more. Her submission and her body was more than any one man could stand.

  His release took him over. His cock throbbed inside of her, spilling his seed into her. Never had he been so happy for women’s birth control as he had been the last few weeks since they’d agreed not to use condoms anymore.

  Once he could get his body to cooperate, he moved away from her, helping her put her leg back to the ground and to stand up. He made quick work of undoing the ropes and rubbing her arms.

  “Is your shoulder okay?” he asked ag
ain.

  “Yes, it’s fine,” she whispered, suddenly showing signs of how tired she was.

  They’d been playing for a while, and he had teased her to the brink of orgasm several times, never letting her find the fulfillment. It took a lot of out of her, playing in that manner.

  “Okay. Good.” Once the ropes were put away, he took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply, passionately, as though it were the last moment of the world. “Get in bed. Take a nap,” he directed with a pinch to her backside.

  She made a trip to the washroom first to get cleaned up and put on a clean shirt. She looked at her watch as she reached the bed and then to Kendrick who was looking at his phone.

  “Is it over?” she asked as she peeled back the covers to the bed.

  He dropped the phone on the nightstand and walked to her. He tucked her in and kissed her forehead. She kept staring at him.

  “Twenty to twenty-five for Peltner. Fifty for Ted, no parole. The last three women who came forward at trial really helped nail him.” He pushed her onto the pillows. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow we’ll go over to get the last boxes at your place, and you can get your deposit back from the rental office.”

  Kelly nodded and snuggled under the blankets.

  It was over. Ted would be behind bars well into his eighties.

  Kendrick finished buttoning his jeans and then snapped his fingers loudly. She opened her eyes when he cursed into the air.

  “I forgot something!” He knelt beside the bed and pulled out a ring from his pocket. A large emerald that matched her bracelet was set centrally around a circle of diamonds.

  She sat straight up in the bed and swung her legs over the side of the bed, nearly knocking Kendrick over.

  She tore the ring from his hands and yelled, “Yes. Of course. Yes!”

  He laughed as she slid the ring on her third finger and fell on top of him, kissing him mercilessly.

  “I really need to do something about your impulsiveness,” he muttered against her lips…

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Measha Stone lives in a quiet suburb outside Chicago with her husband and three children. She has loved romance novels since being introduced to them in high school. Now as an adult, she has taken her love of romance and thrown in her love of all things erotic to create her own fantasy world.

  To learn more, or contact Measha visit her at

  www. meashawrites.com

  www.meashaswritings.blogspot.com

  Follow her @Measha_Stone

  Like her on facebook www.facebook.com/authormeashastone

  other books by Measha Stone

  Dark Desires

  By definition a fantasy is an imagined event or sequence of mental images, such as a daydream, usually fulfilling a wish or need.

  Inside are just such fantasies. A collection of erotic short stories and flash fictions

  Hidden Heart

  Windy City, Book One

  Jessica Stanley is comfortable in her orderly life as a paralegal at a high end law firm. Having dated her fair share of liars and manipulators, Jessica views men through a pair of thick, cynical lenses. Men are good for one thing in her eyes, and one thing only.

  Her predictable life is thrown into a whirlwind of new experiences when she meets a dominating man at a casual dinner with friends. Royce Bradford is a man of intent and is used to getting his way. Until he meets Jessica. She is wound tight, and he finds himself yearning to unravel her secrets and her passions.

  Jessica declares their relationship casual. She’s tempted by his seductive tone and unusually powerful demeanor to give him that much. But for Royce, it’s not enough. He wants more.

  Except Jessica has built a secret tomb around her heart, and it will take a lot more than sensual play times and verbal commands for him to be allowed entrance. Royce never backs down from his desires. He takes up the challenge to seek out her Hidden Heart.