All the emotions bottled up inside her suddenly exploded. Her deepest, darkest secret exposed. There was no more hiding. She couldn’t bottle it back in and tighten the lid. Tears ran unchecked down her cheeks as she sobbed out all the misery that had been festering inside. Anger and hurt over a mother who preferred her booze, anger and hurt over a father who walked away. Anger and hurt over a husband who didn’t love her enough. But especially anger and hurt at herself. She had done everything she could think of to be the opposite of her mother, but nothing worked. In the end, she was her mother’s daughter after all.
Sky pulled her into his arms and gently rocked them. The swing made creaking noises, protesting every motion as he cradled her in his arms and soothed her by petting her hair. For something that should have been a little demoralizing, somehow it was exactly what she needed to feel.
“Listen to me, Alannah,” Sky murmured, once again using his special voice, the one that had every part of her standing at attention. It said obey me and she immediately answered yes. “We’re going to eat dinner, because you need strength, and then I’m taking you to my house and I’m going to take care of you.”
And just like that she went from heartbroken to aroused in the blink of an eye. Yes, yes, for once in her life she wanted to follow her fantasy, to do the thing that made no sense. She wanted to let Sky do all sorts of lustful things to her because she knew, deep down, she wasn’t frigid or boring. She had just been with the wrong man.
“If you guys are done swapping spit, food’s ready!” CeeCee called out.
Sky shook his head and helped her to stand. Then he stood in front of her and wiped her tears away. And when she had her emotions under control, he took her hand and led her back inside to the dinner table, where a small smorgasbord was laid out.
“Eloquent as ever, Cee,” Sky told her as held out a chair for Alannah before sitting down himself.
“If you’re gonna do it in front of the world then be prepared for the comments,” CeeCee replied. Kevin elbowed her. “Ouch!”
“They don’t need a sidelines guru giving them advice.”
CeeCee lifted her nose slightly and moved to the head of the table. “Well, let’s just get the meal underway before it gets cold. It took me forever to make all this, by the way.”
Sky raised his eyebrows. “It’s hot dogs with potato chips. And store-bought potato salad.”
“Tell me about it,” CeeCee sighed dramatically. “It’s so damn hard getting them to plump just right.”
****
Once the meal was finished and the dishes washed, Alannah went upstairs to pack an overnight bag. CeeCee and Kevin were nowhere to be seen, and secretly she was glad. She didn’t want to face her friend’s smirk right then. Sky took her bag and her hand and led her to his truck.
It surprised her when he began to drive out Grant Street and then turned into the Country Club community. For some reason she pictured him still living at his parents’ house down by the chicken plant. She’d lived nearby so they’d been playmates all their lives. Living near the country club was highfalutin’ indeed.
“When did you move here?” she asked.
“About three years ago,” he replied. “I wanted something bigger.”
“Well, these houses definitely fit that bill,” she mused, staring at the large homes passing them by. Sky pulled into the driveway of a two-story log cabin style home that had a wraparound porch and a huge backyard. “Wow.”
“Thanks,” he said, smiling. “This house used to belong to the Weavers and when I was a teenager I’d mow their lawn every week. I vowed to myself if the house ever came up for sale, and I could afford it, I’d buy it.”
“Did the Weavers die?”
“No, retired to Florida. When I heard that I swooped in before anyone else could bid on it. Come on. Let me show you around.”
He took her hand and led her up the steps to the porch where he unlocked the door and turned off the alarm. The first thing she saw inside was the floor to ceiling window that made up the back of the house and showed off a pond surrounded by woods. Alannah could only imagine what it would look like when the sun was coming up. Breathtaking, she suspected.
“Amazing,” she whispered.
“I know,” he agreed. “Well, let me give you the quick tour. “Den, library, kitchen is back there, along with a laundry room and half bath, and on the other side is a bedroom I use for my office. Upstairs are three other bedrooms and two bathrooms.”
“Wow, Sky. I absolutely love this. Did you decorate it yourself?”
Her interior designer eye was salivating at the splashes of color that brought the house to life. Of course there were wooden beams but the frontier look didn’t overshadow the elegance of the furniture. Sky had used forest green and dark red, to bring out the darker tones of the wood.
“I did,” he said. “I did a lot of research and it took me a long time to find the things I wanted, but I like how it came out.”
“You should. It’s a beautiful home.”
He smiled and set her bag on the chocolate brown leather sofa. He held out a hand to her. “Are you ready to give me my anything promise?”
She licked her suddenly dry lips. Oh boy. Here it was. Was she ready for what they were about to do? She nodded and took his hand. Sky led her upstairs and into what had to be the master suite. The glass wall had extended up to the second floor and was the fourth wall in his bedroom. He led her to the middle of the room, right next to the bed, and dropped her hand. She watched as he walked over to his closet and disappeared for a moment, which she was thankful for because it gave her a minute to catch her breath.
She’d only slept with three men in her life: a college boyfriend who’d taken her virginity, a brief romance after she graduated, and her husband. And none of those men had ever made her lose her mind like she did last night. Her body hummed to life as she remembered the ecstasy she’d found at Sky’s lips and fingers. And tongue. He had such a talented tongue.
He walked out of the closet and sat some things on the nightstand by the bed, but what held her attention was the scrap of black material he held up to her.
“I want to blindfold you,” he said softly.
She blinked. “Come again?”
“I want to blindfold you,” he repeated.
“Why? Did you read that book? Because not every woman is into BDSM.”
He gave her the enigmatic little smile that she was rapidly coming to love. “Your mind wanders too much from one thing to another and if you think too hard that hinders you reaching sexual fulfillment. If you think you have to make a certain face or do a certain thing during sex, then your mind locks you up. The reason why you came so hard last night was because it was so dark you couldn’t see me, and you knew I couldn’t see you. This blindfold will take away that thinking. All you have to do is feel.”
For some strange reason that made sense because the only time she could get intimate with Bryce was if all the lights were out. Slowly she nodded and turned around. Sky placed the material over her eyes and tied it tight. She couldn’t see a thing.
And then his hands were on her blouse, working the buttons free. Was he going to turn off the light? He could still see her and God, she hadn’t lost those last ten pounds. In high school she used to be a skinny little thing. Not so much now. When the material fell of her shoulders she tensed.
“Are you going to turn off the lights?” she asked.
“Hush,” he ordered.
She felt him walk around her and unhook her bra clasp and ease the scrap of lace away. With a sense of modesty, because she could feel his eyes on her, she brought her arms up, crossed over her chest.
“No,” he said, and peeled her arms off her breasts, placing them at her sides. “You’re beautiful.”
“I’m no longer that skinny girl,” she mumbled, feeling heat scorch her face.
“Good. I’ve already told you I don’t want a girl in my bed. You, Alannah, are one sexy woman.”
“Now, I’m going to tie your hands together.”
She jerked back. “What? Why?”
“Because this is all about making you feel and another way to take away your thoughts is to restrict your movement. Without your hands you have to rely on me, and I want you to give me your control. Just free your mind to feel, Alannah.”
“Um. Wait. Are you into BDSM?”
“No, Alannah,” he answered, sounding amused. “I only practice bondage.”
Her mouth dropped open. Holy crap. What’d she get herself into?
“Why?”
“Some people need freedom that only corporal passivity can provide,” he told her using that tone again, that commanding voice that turned her on big time. “By giving over your control to me, it allows you to concentrate on your inner spirituality and to feel peace. Trust me, Alannah. I know how to take care of you, baby.”
Chapter Five
“Now,” he said. “For the rest of the night, the only communication I want from you, is when I ask you a direct question about these bonds. Do you understand?”
“What if I have to pee? Or if I don’t like what you’re doing? Or…”
He slapped her on her ass cheek and she jumped, yelping in surprise. “I told you, I only want you to answer direct questions. Do you understand, Alannah?”
“Um, yes.”
“Good. Now hold out your hands.”
With her stomach doing flip-flops and her heart pounding, she held out her arms. Something looped around one wrist and she felt it being buckled. Then the same thing happened on the other wrist and when she tested them, she realized a very short chain linked the cuffs together. She flexed her wrists and realized either soft cotton or linen wrapped around her skin, so at least she wouldn’t worry about chaffing. Sky slipped his arm around her and helped her forward and from her brief glimpse of the room, Alannah knew he was escorting her to his bed. A second later, she felt the soft duvet brush against her knee. Sky helped her onto the bed, settling her toward the headboard, and then he raised her arms and hooked her bound wrists above her head. She pulled at them, but whatever he had chained her to was unbreakable.
She felt disoriented and a little uneasy at not being able to see or having the movement of her arms. She was open, totally exposed except for a bit of lace covering her sex. She squirmed even more and tried to get to her knees in an effort to gain some leverage.
“Stop moving,” he ordered and she obeyed immediately. “Tell me how you feel.”
“How I feel?” she mimicked sharply. “How do you think I feel? I’m uncomfortable. My wrists are bound, I can’t see. Damn it, Sky…”
He rolled her over and slapped her ass cheek again. Hard. She gasped and wiggled her bottom, shocked to realize her pussy was beginning to get wet. Being spanked turned her on? What the hell?
“That’s not what I asked,” he said calmly. “Shut off what your mind is telling you. How do you feel?”
“I feel…vulnerable,” she said.
“Good. What else?”
When he asked the question, his hand caressed the burning spot where his hand had smacked, creating a blanket of pleasure that smoothed over the pain.
“I’m…turned on?”
She hadn’t meant to make it sound like a question but he took it as one and again lifted his hand to spank her. Fire licked her skin and she buckled a little, but as soon as he began caressing the area she calmed down. Holy firecrackers, she did like being spanked.
“I’m turned on,” she assured, although she was a bit breathless.
His fingers left her ass cheek and dipped between her legs, under the lace of the thong, to find the truth to her words. Alannah knew moisture steadily leaked from her pussy and he pressed into her slit briefly, all too briefly in her opinion, to tease her. And then he was gone. She felt the bed dip as he settled her back onto the bed, her hot ass finding the cool duvet soothing. Not being able to see what he was doing built the anticipation so much that she almost became hypersensitive to each and every noise around her.
He moved around the room. A drawer was opened. Something was placed on the nightstand. And then his hands were once again on her, but this time he was sliding them up her leg and quickly, briefly, gave silent thanks that she’d shaved. But as soon as the thought formed it fled because all of her focus rested on what Sky was doing to that leg. He pulled it out straight and placed another cuff around her ankle. A second cuff went around the other ankle and he flexed each foot to make sure the bonds didn’t cut off her circulation before something was hooked to each cuff. When she went to move her leg, she realized a bar had been wedged between them and a second later, her legs were pulled and she heard a click. Now her legs were spread wide and she was completely, utterly, helpless.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
It was extremely difficult to express all the emotions hurtling through her but he wanted an answer so she tried.
“Helpless. Confused. Panicked. I’m wondering if you’re going to hurt me. If you’re some type of pervert.”
He chuckled at that as his fingertips trailed over her body, starting from her feet, up her leg, under her thong and through the curls guarding her sex, then up her belly and over her nipples.
“Some people have to be tied up to be completely free,” he told her. “You use the word stop and I will. All of this goes away. But so does your chance at learning what you really need, Alannah.”
That confused her. What did she really need? But when he pinched her nipple, all confusion vanished. The slight bite of pleasure-pain traveled all the way to her clit, making it throb with a need she’d never had before and her body arched upward, wanting more. She felt him bending over her, felt the hot heat of his mouth blow against her beaded nipple, and couldn’t stop the moan that rose up.
He took her nipple in between his teeth and bit softly, not enough to cause pain but hard enough that it had every nerve in her body standing on end. The cool air mixed with saliva from his tongue only made her shiver for more. In the back of her mind was the knowledge that she could end this with one word but she’d never been so turned on in her life, had never felt so alive.
And this was just foreplay. Holy fuck, she’d been doing it wrong for years.
Sky took her nipple in his mouth, sucking upon it like he was playing with a succulent little berry, and alternating back and forth between the two. Her body bucked as it wound up, heading toward a climax. She didn’t know if she would come, she’d never come from nipple play in her life, but she was sure heading in that direction.
Before she hit the peak, Sky backed off her overly sensitive nipples, and her body sagged onto the bed, a fine mist of sweat coating her body.
Sky ran his fingers through her hair.
“How are you feeling?”
“Aroused,” she gasped.
“Very good, Alannah.”
The words made her feel ridiculously proud, as if she’d been working just to hear the praise. Before she could analyze it too deeply, however, the bed dipped and Sky straddled her body, not sitting on her so he wasn’t squashing her, but she learned very quickly that he was naked. He returned to her breasts, but this time instead of being exclusive to her nipples, he cupped them and began to massage them. Oh, it felt so heavenly. He pushed them together, made a tunnel, and a second later she felt his cock slide between the valley. It wasn’t an aggressive thrust, instead, he gently began to fuck her tits, rising and falling from her body. She bent her head down to see if she could get some of it in her mouth as he thrust up but he stopped.
“No,” he murmured. “This is for you, Alannah. I want t
o stimulate your senses, making you feel everything in sharp focus.”
She relaxed back down. How did him fucking her tits make this about her? And then slowly she began to feel his body on hers, the brief contact of his scrotum on her abdomen when he came back down, the tickle of his leg hair against her side. His hands cupping her and the feel of his rigid dick as it tested the softness of her breasts. Yes, her senses were sharper and she loved feeling him on top of her.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Relaxed.”
“Good,” he murmured and let go of her breasts. He rose from straddling her body and she wondered what he was doing. Admiring her? Planning something else? She got her answer in the next instant when the bed dipped again, this time between her legs.
“I have you in a spreader bar,” he told her, like she had a clue what that was. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to restrain your legs but after the second slap on your ass I knew you needed more. You are so beautiful, Alannah. I would love to put you into more restrictive ropes, an art form called Shibari I’ve been learning for the past ten years. It’s a form of erotic spiritual bondage and your limbs would be so lovely tied up.”
More bondage, with ropes? She didn’t know how she felt about that. It was taking some getting used to with the cuffs and…what did he call it…a spreader bar. But once again, all thoughts about that soon fled as his fingers spread her labia lips. In fact, there was nothing else in her head all at except the expectation of him getting ready to lick her pussy. All the things that usually clouded her mind had disappeared under the heat that flooded through her body.
He blew against her core, against the wetness that dripped out of her, and caused her hips to buck. And then his tongue touched her, swiping a lick up her seam that ended at taking her little clit between his lips and sucking on it. He repeated the motion, again and again, until there was nothing but sensation. She was moaning, groaning, begging for more. Begging for him. She was completely mindless except for the pleasure he was raining upon her. One of his fingers dipped into her pussy as if testing the slickness of her channel. Oh yes! More, more… Two fingers now, finding her special little spot inside, which had her climax climbing fast. Something powerful was building, a pressure she’d never felt before, and she didn’t know how to stop it, or even if she wanted to stop it. She felt like she was about to explode.
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