Red Hots

by Hines, Yvette

  “Stretch your arms forward and press your shoulders to the mattress.”

  Doing as she was told, she assumed the position, feeling the cool air kiss her wet sex and lubed ass as the pose put both on display. With her feet hanging off the edge of his bed, she buried her nose in the comforter and inhaled his scent, allowing his aroma to relax her.

  “Spread your knees.”

  She did.

  “Wider.”

  Pushing her hips down, she slid her knees outward almost to the point of pain. She was low, but she realized as she peeped under her shoulder that she was at the perfect angle for his cock. As she tightened the walls of her sex, she thought about how wonderful it would feel to have his dick inside of her.

  He placed his hands on her ass. “Beautiful and rosy.” He squeezed her cheeks.

  Closing her eyes, she whimpered at the pain, but pressed back to him, showing him she was honored to wear his markings.

  It wasn’t his cock that she felt next, as she had anticipated, but his breath. Opening her eyes, she saw he’d lowered himself behind her, his face now on level with her sex.

  The first swipe of his tongue over her swollen, aching flesh made her shiver and wiggle against him.

  Holding her firm, he kept her still as he traced his tongue around her clit and up her slit between her labia. He reversed his direction and drew the stiff, small peak into his mouth.

  Her breath caught on a moan as she tilted her hips just the slightest bit to get closer to him.

  Picking up on her movement, he smacked her ass.

  She cried out at the sting.

  Sweeping up her center, he pressed his tongue inside of her pussy and flicked it along her walls tormenting the sensitive skin.

  She fisted the sheets to keep herself still when she wanted to thrust against him.

  Slipping out from her, he said, “Your pussy tastes so good, I could keep my tongue buried inside of you for hours.” He followed those words with a swipe to her clit and she lost it.

  Coming undone, she shook and bucked against his ardent mouth as she came.

  After the last wave shuddered through her, he slowly laved his tongue along her body from clit to ass before he rose and stood behind her.

  Finally he was there, where she needed and wanted him the most, pushing his thick cock into her pussy.

  “Oh, ohhh…yes.” Her response was automatic, the thought of requesting permission to speak lost to her.

  “You feel so damn good.” He thrust once. A second time. After the third he pulled out.

  “Pleas—” Her words were cut off as she felt the cream coated head of his cock pressing against the rosette of her ass.

  “Relax,” came his deep command as he clutched her ass and spread her cheeks wide, giving himself room. “The plug prepared you for this…for me.”

  She hadn’t realized that she’d tensed up, but she forcefully willed her body to stay calm. His words brought to mind the remembrance of the double balled toy in her ass, and the erotic feeling of being stretched and full. However, the sensation of his cock was ten times more intense. Even as her body opened for him, without much resistance she could tell he was much wider than the plug.

  Her body began to tremble, from need as well as the uncomfortable feeling of the nefarious act.

  He was past the first ring when she realized he was no longer pushing forward. Turning her head, she glanced over her shoulder at him. He was just standing there staring back at her.

  “Sir?” She wasn’t sure if she had done something wrong. Had she tightened up, even as she tried to induce her body to accept his broad cock?

  “Whenever you’re ready. You do this.”

  She understood what he wanted. He was allowing her to set the pace, take as much of him into her rear channel at a time as she desired. Can I do this?

  Part of her wanted to pull away completely and just ask him to fuck her pussy and be done with it. However, there was a darker, more sinful place inside of herself that wanted this abandonment, the enjoyment of such a wicked deed.

  Taking a breath she pulled away a little, not enough to dislodge him but enough to give her some space to wiggle back onto him and return him to the same spot.

  He slackened his grip on her cheeks and exhaled loudly.

  Unlike she, who’d had two orgasms already that night, he had none and she knew from her oral performance he was held by a tenuous rope. She didn’t have long and she wanted this to be good for both of them.

  Keeping her gaze fused with his, she rotated her hips and pushed him further and bumped his head against the second and final band. Not moving him deeper yet, she worked her ass up and down his hardness until her walls became accustomed to his thick invasion and relaxed more. Trembling, she felt her desire heighten as it had done in the playroom. Heat curled up along her spine, propelling her to seek more burning pleasure.

  With a solid push, aided by her own cream covering his cock and the oily substance of the earlier lube, she yielded to the demands of her body. She accepted him until he was buried in her ass beyond the point the plug had reached.

  She cried out.

  He groaned. “Yes, Song Sparrow, you feel so tight around me. Amazing.”

  His face was taut and red with desire. Her body was humming with the same passion.

  Squeezing her anal walls around him, she felt the shudder that raced through him. “Fuck me, Sir. Take your pleasure.”

  Staring down at her, concern clouding his eyes, he asked, “You sure?”

  Moving her hips back and forth, she showed him she was availing herself to him. “Yes, Sir.”

  He pulled back, but entered her slowly several times as he worked himself inside of her as if ensuring himself she was ready and could take his force.

  She sighed, loving the slick feel of him along her sensitive walls but needing a firmer pounding. Like him, she was on the edge of an orgasm, but the slow cadence would get her there.

  “Sir, I need you to—”

  His movement ceased and she whimpered. She was so close.

  “I’ve never allowed a sub to top from the bottom, Song Sparrow, and I won’t start with you.”

  Quivering with unquenched desire, she met his gaze and understood his command. She was to let him fuck her in his pace and timing, and she would take it when and how he gave it to her. Duly chastised, she mumbled, “Yes, Sir.

  Pressing deep into her, he swiveled his hips, caressing her aching walls.

  She choked on the intense pleasure of his action.

  Before she could fully revel in the satisfaction, he pulled out and thrust into her with such force she moved up the bed an inch.

  Grabbing her hips, he began hammering into her throbbing ass.

  Yes. She cheered mentally as she closed her eyes and pressed her face to the mattress, keeping herself silent. She didn’t want anything to cause him to stop.

  He was fucking her senseless. The deep assault had her toes curling and her pussy creaming. She was too near the edge of satisfaction to do anything but hold on.

  Then she felt the slide of one of his hands as he reached around her hips, located her clit and began fondling it as he glided in and out of her. Her body went from shaking to tightening around his cock. The orgasm built to a volcanic intensity inside her core.

  As if understanding her completely, knowing that she stood at the gate, but needed just a little something extra to push her into paradise, Dom took hold of the sides of her clit and pinched.

  The sting shot through her body and joined with the heat seducing her along the walls of her ass and straight into her belly and she came on a loud scream as she erupted into a fit of ecstasy. Bucking and clawing at the bed coverings, she took her pleasure.

  Behind her, his climax was just as explosive as his seed poured along her channel.

  She collapsed on the bed and he lowered himself down with her. Still lodged deep in her ass, he took his weight on his arms as he kept his cock moving on a slow glide insi
de of her.

  He kissed her neck and whispered low words she was too joy-induced to try and make out.

  Not done with her, he continued to love her along the tender walls of her ass until a second milder orgasm claimed him.

  With a final sigh, he pulled out and rolled away from her. Drained, he pulled her against him as he took in large gulps of air.

  Resting her head on his shoulder she draped along his side, content and exhausted.

  “Rest, I’ll wake you in a moment for a bath.” He stroked her hair.

  There wasn’t any strength left in her body to do other than he requested. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift into a sated slumber.

  CHAPTER thirteen

  “Here are the order forms both from the fax machine as well as from the website.” Masaun walked into the kitchen where his brother was in the process of tempering some chocolate.

  Sweet glanced up at him. “Thanks. Sorry I didn’t come by the office when I came down, I wanted to get a jump on the store order for tomorrow because I knew the Halloween orders would begin to pick up.”

  “No problem.” Masaun set the sheets in a tray Sweet had mounted against the wall beside the telephone, up and out of his way. “The damn holiday is still over a month away and people are already filling our inbox.” In the last five years it had never ceased to amaze Masaun at the amount of candy and treats people ordered and consumed. It was damn good for business, but it still confounded him. He chuckled.

  “What the hell was that?”

  His brother’s voice brought his gaze to meet Sweet’s. “What?” Unsure of what Sweet had heard, Masaun paused and listened.

  “That fucking sound that came from your mouth.”

  Arching an eyebrow, he stared at the man across the stainless steel table from him. “Not sure what you’re talking about.”

  “Did your ass just laugh?” His hands still moving, Sweet poured some of the warmed, melted chocolate onto a marble slab then picked up some kind of pastry bench scraper and icing spatula as he worked the chocolate. It was a technique Masaun had seen his brother perform daily to make some of the specialty candies. At some point, Sweet would start adding in different ingredients to make his unique treats.

  Frowning, Masaun considered his brother’s words. “I suppose I did. What of it?”

  Shaking his head slowly from left to right, Sweet said, “Nothing. Just noticing that your mood has seemed to change substantially over the last few weeks. Connie and Hanson have both reported seeing you smiling while sitting in your office working and now laughter.”

  “Something wrong with a little joy?” Masaun knew Sweet wasn’t making things up. Over the last few weeks, he had been feeling like a different man. He didn’t allow himself to smile now, but he could still feel the pleasure that elevated his heart and he knew the single cause of it. Kindle Langston. His Song Sparrow.

  Ever since they’d taken the trip to the zoo in Richmond over two weeks ago, things had changed gradually between them as they settled more comfortably in their roles of Dom and sub, as well as becoming closer in other areas. No talk of permanence had taken place, but he was still enjoying what they had.

  Shrugging, Sweet fell silent for a moment, then said, "Not if you’re insane. Then I can just have you committed and medicated and run off with both our inheritance if and when mom and dad start pushing up daisies.”

  “Shit, man, that’s cold.” He ran his hand through his hair and set his gaze on his brother. He didn’t even like to joke about his parents passing away. “Well, I’m not crazy.”

  “Then it has to be a woman. A new sub, maybe?” Sweet scooped and scraped the liquid chocolate into a pile then smeared it back out again, just to repeat the process.

  Masaun considered himself a patient and controlled man, but when it came to the skill and effort it took to make candy, Sweet had that in spades.

  “Maybe. It’s complicated.”

  “It has to be. Especially since I haven’t seen her bared ass at The Dollhouse with you. The only submissives you’re with are the trainees.” Sweet paused his actions for a second then quickly picked up the chocolate tempering rhythm again. “You attach yourself to a trainee, again?”

  “Hell no.” Masaun felt the heat race up his spine and pulse at the back of his head causing a headache and the emotional harmony he was just feeling moments ago to seep out of him. Even a slight reference to Firefly, his ex-sub and how easily she had walked away from him stung. However, deep inside, Masaun was attuned enough to know that now it had little to do with Naomi’s actions and more to do with what could possibly happen with Kindle. The trial was progressing and soon she would no longer need his service. What would become of them then?

  He shook those thoughts away.

  “Then who is she and why have I not met her?” There was a metallic tapping sound from Sweet scouring the utensils against each other to clear off the chocolate.

  “Because I don’t like to get ahead of myself. Trust me. If things move to a more permanent basis, you will be the first informed.” Turning, Masaun started strutting from the kitchen.

  “Just make sure she’s worth the risk.”

  Masaun heard his brother’s words, even though Sweet didn’t speak loud and seemed to be voicing the wisdom to himself as well as Masaun. No response needed, Masaun continued to the front of the store to check on things. In an hour, he would be leaving for the day and he had plans for a quiet dinner at his home with Kindle. If he made good time, he’d have time for a run to burn away some of the frustration induced by the conversation with his brother.

  The last thing he needed was a reminder that everything he admired about Kindle—her strength, confidence, intelligence and dedication to her career—could be the things that kept her from a long-lasting commitment with him.

  Checking in quickly with Hanson, he decided to cut out early. He needed the run for sure before Kindle showed up tonight. Thanks to his brother and his own mind, his emotions had gone to shit.

  ~YH~

  “Thanks, Chris for pulling these historic case transcripts for me.” She rested her hands on the stack of files on her desk. She’d ended her line of witnesses over a week ago and had spent the last week and a half cross examining the defense attorney’s witnesses, doctors, a school counselor who had worked with Dashell in the past, a psychiatrist from the local institute where the defendant was being held for testing, and neighbors. Even with all of the layering of insanity and mental illness his defense attorney had produced, Kindle had no doubt she’d get the verdict she was aiming for and Peter Dashell would get life in prison. There would be no cushy, state mental institution for him. After tomorrow, the Defense would rest his case and then nothing left but closing arguments.

  “You’re welcome. I’ll see you in the morning.” He turned then started walking to the door.

  “See you tomorrow,” she called after him already starting to separate the files in the order she wanted to review them, complex to simple.

  He stopped at the entrance and faced her again.

  Feeling his eyes on her, she looked up. “Is there something else?”

  “I know this is not my place to say…” He shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

  “But you’re going to anyway.”

  He lifted and dropped one shoulder and smiled. “You seem a lot more…” He seemed to consider the right word as he gazed off to the side then said, “Relaxed and less stressed in the last couple weeks. In the beginning you were…” He twisted his mouth, visually struggling with how to let the words out that she assumed were hovering on his tongue.

  “Bitchy?”

  He chuckled.

  She grinned, appreciating his honesty.

  “Yeah. However, I would have used the word cantankerous or edgy.”

  Folding her arms beneath her breasts, she commented, “A smart man.” Then she became more serious. “It’s been a tough trial, a hard case at times to deal with.” Normally she didn’t let he
r emotions out around her staff, but he’d been upfront and honest with her and she felt the need to return the favor at least some. “Chris, did my persona make you consider working for another lawyer?”

  “Hell no.” He swallowed. “I mean no. You’re a mighty fine lawyer and it is always an honor to watch you work a case from start to finish and be a part of that team.”

  “Thanks.”

  With a quick nod, he left.

  Kindle collapsed in her seat for a moment. She had been truthful with Chris about the trial being trying. On so many levels, she had doubted herself repeatedly and wondered if she were the right lawyer for the case. Not because of skill, but weariness. Even though things about the situation still plagued the back of her mind, it didn’t hinder her performance.

  For that, she could thank one person, Masaun Hawkes. The man who had helped her gain and keep her focus without taking her emotions out on herself. He’d become her stabilizer in the last three and a half weeks. Her Dom.

  Since their zoo excursion two weeks ago, they had fallen into a routine, different than the one they had originally agreed upon, but one that suited her just fine. Most nights she spent at his house, needing the sessions and the seclusion his home provided her. She’d had another run in with the local reporter. This time he’d cornered her as she left work. He hadn’t come to her condo again, but being at Masaun’s, she didn’t have to worry about the scoop-hungry man invading her space when she wasn’t ready for him.

  She and Masaun’s relationship had seemed to move to the next level. She wasn’t entirely sure what that level consisted of, but it was different. This morning was a perfect example of how things had changed and her comfort level with their secret relationship. He’d called her after she went home to shower and dress for work. When she answered, he told her not to wear any underwear today. Unlike the last time when she’d freaked out and couldn’t get her mind away from the possibility of others figuring out she was bare, she replied with a clear and calm ‘Yes, Sir.’