High Score

by Sally Apple

  Shelley’s head was still spinning, but not from dread and fear. Sheer relief opened her lungs to full, deep breaths of air. God, what a close call! How could she have allowed herself to come so close to ruining her life? Thankfully, Thor had saved her from the results of a disastrous mistake.

  In the close quarters, his face was inches from her own. If his expression was any indication, he was still marveling over what had happened. She imagined disbelief was prominent in her own expression.

  To some extent, she felt sorry for Dickie, left standing at the altar. Certainly, betrothals should be taken seriously, but it seemed to her that common sense should rule. Until a bride said her vows, nothing was binding. She had the right to change her mind, didn’t she? In fact, if she sensed the union wasn’t right, she was obliged to back out. Why had that been so hard for her to comprehend? It all seemed so clear to her now.

  Even if Thor hadn’t been waiting in the wings, she should have broken her engagement the moment she realized Dickie was not for her.

  The Bad Boys chauffeured them through town with more than one sniggering jest. Thor smiled indulgently, taking their guff like a good sport. Shelley fell victim to a fit of giggles over their silliness and released more tension than half a year of therapy could have done.

  She wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “I love you guys, every one of you!”

  “Likewise, my dear,” Hank said. “I think I speak for all of us when I say you can call on us anytime you need a helping hand. If this big jerk doesn’t treat you right, we’ll pummel him into a doormat for you. All you have to do is snap your fingers, and we’re there.”

  After pulling to a stop before Thor’s house, Jerry leaped out and ran around to open the back door of the vehicle. He assisted Shelley out of the car like a dutiful footman.

  Thor climbed out behind her and clapped Jerry on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

  Peering into the car, Thor thanked the others, too. “Thank God, I can count on you guys when I need a swift kick in the butt.”

  Bud ginned. “You treat Shelley right or we’ll really kick your butt!”

  Jerry returned to the driver’s seat, and started the engine. The Suburban roared out onto the highway, arms waving from every window and final salutations drifted on the air.

  As soon as Thor closed the front door of his house behind them, he pulled Shelley into his arms. “It may seem hasty, sweetheart, because we haven’t known each other very long. So you take as long as you want to get used to the idea of spending your life with me. I’ll be here.”

  He bent to kiss her, and she met him halfway.

  When he came up for air, his hand dropped from her waist. “But just so nobody makes the mistake of thinking you’re available, I’d like you to have this.” He dug into his jeans pocket.

  “What is it?”

  He withdrew a ring with a large diamond flanked by smaller ones and slipped it on her finger.

  “Oh, Thor! It’s lovely!”

  “It belonged to my mother. She left it to me.”

  “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful!”

  “Does it fit?”

  “Almost perfectly!”

  “We can have it sized. Then I don’t want you taking it off—at least in public. I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

  “That’s fair.” She held the ring up to the light and gloried in the way it sparkled. “However, before I can accept your proposal, we have a few things to settle.”

  “Like what?”

  “For one thing, how are we going to handle you being out of town for months at a time?”

  “You’ll come with me. It’s as simple as that.”

  “What about my job?”

  “Your job?” He pondered that a moment. “How thrilled are you about taking phone calls and doing paperwork at the dealership?”

  “Not all that thrilled, but—”

  “I can support you, Shelley. And I hope you’ll give yourself permission to stay home and raise the baby yourself. I’d hate to have others raise my child. A babysitter now and then is okay, but permanent day care? I’m not so sure about that.”

  “Aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves? If I’m not even pregnant—”

  He picked her up in a swirl of lace and satin, and threw her over his shoulder. “You’ll have a better chance of that if you wriggle your sweet self down on my cock regularly—like maybe three or four times a day.” He headed toward the bedroom. “Now would be a good time to start our new regimen.”

  Bouncing helplessly over his shoulder, she couldn’t prevent his free hand from wandering. Already, it had plowed under her dress and was busy investigating the bare flesh above her garters.

  “And there’ll be some rules,” he continued. “You might as well dispense with panties and underwear altogether. It will save time, since I’ll be stripping you down to the skin every few hours.”

  As he tossed her down on the heaving waterbed, Shelley thought she had never been so happy.

  “Two minutes,” Thor said, unbuckling his belt and pulling it out of the loops on his pants.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’ve got two minutes to get naked and let me show you how much I love you. I want to pay homage to every part of your lovely body. When I thought I’d lost you for good, I remembered all the things I wanted to say to you, all the things I wanted to do, but hadn’t gotten to yet.”

  She kicked off her heels and tore off her veil. “I think we should celebrate escaping a very close call.”

  Thor grinned as he shed his shirt. “I’m at your service.”

  “I’m glad to hear you say that,” she said, stripping off her jewelry. “Because today, I’m calling the shots. If we’re to be married, you have to grant me equality. It’s my turn now. This time you’re going to be my sex slave.”

  “Ah, baby. You’re a woman after my own heart, that’s for sure.”

  “You say you want to pay me homage. That means you have to treat me like a queen today.”

  “’Twill be my pleasure, Milady.”

  Grinning, she pulled up her skirt. “First you may remove my blue garter. With your teeth. On your knees now.”

  Slowly, he sank to a kneeling position on the floor at the foot of the bed. His delighted expression looked anything but humble.

  She scooted closer to him.

  He obediently ducked his head under her skirt. His hair was soft as silk on the bare skin above her hose. His bristling cheeks and chin prickled her tender flesh.

  “You’re to take no liberties without permission,” she insisted. “Only the garter for now, slave.”

  One by one, he also removed her sheer stockings, her panties, and her bouffant underskirt—all with his teeth and nothing else. After that, she forced him to strip down completely. She tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts with the ugliest ties hanging in his closet and rode him for a while with her skirt spread over and around him like a white lacy mantle.

  Before he had a chance to come, she stopped and switched to another game.

  He groaned in protest, but she could tell he loved that sort of torture.

  “You’re not going to get naked?” he asked.

  “A girl doesn’t get to wear a dress like this very often. It makes me feel sexy. Especially when I’m not wearing anything underneath.” She untied him, wanting to enjoy some action on his part. “It also gives me that sense of dignity required by royalty.”

  “I see.” He assumed a kneeling position beside the bed. “How may I serve you now, my queen?”

  She lay back on the bed with a sigh. “I want you to give me head. My pussy has been neglected far too long.”

  “Your wish is my command.” He reached for the hem of her dress.

  Within moments, she was writhing and panting and begging him for release.

  He lifted his head from his feasting. “Now may I penetrate you with my aching cock and bathe your womb with semen repeatedly until you beg me to sto
p?”

  Mini-contractions between her legs told her that would be a delicious next course. “Let me think about that…okay, I’ve thought about it. Fuck me! Hard and fast and wild!”

  He pounced on her like a graceful catamount and, in one smooth motion, impaled her on his shaft. “I have to confess…” he gasped. “I want you to have my baby.”

  “I want that, too!” She spread her thighs wider.

  He shoved his unprotected cock up to the hilt inside her.

  She felt as vulnerable as she ever had in her life. “Give me a baby, Thor!” She bucked under him.

  “Coming! Oh, God, God, God!”

  Cum spurted in a powerful discharge, filling Shelley with warm fluid. Overwhelmed with sensations, she climaxed shortly after him. The spasms racked her body for several exquisite moments.

  “Oh, Thor, I love you so much!”

  “Not half as much as I love you! Promise me you won’t let anyone come between us, ever.”

  “I promise, my darling. I couldn’t live without your loving.”

  “Oh, you have nothing to worry about there. You’re going to get a lot of loving. That’s my promise to you.”

  About the Author

  Sally Apple earned a B.A. degree at the University of New Mexico. She divides her energy between working as an editor for a small newspaper and writing fiction on her own time.

  Born and raised in the West, she draws inspiration from the sweet smell of sage in Arizona, the quiet rain and solitude of the northwest forests, and the incredible sunsets over the majestic Rocky Mountains. Her footloose nature, a legacy of her Bohemian gypsy grandmother, keeps her moving along the trail, seeking adventure, and creating one tale after another.

  This author’s work has made her a finalist in numerous writing contests, and her books are available from several publishers in a variety of genres. She gets the biggest kick, however, out of writing erotic romances, because they’re the source of more laughter, more titillation, and more excitement than anything else she does. “Working shouldn’t be this much fun!”

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