by Ashe Barker
Table of Contents
Legal Page
Title Page
Book Description
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
New Excerpt
About the Author
Publisher Page
A Totally Bound Publication
Rich Promise
ISBN # 978-1-78430-255-9
©Copyright Ashe Barker 2014
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2014
Edited by Sarah Smeaton
Totally Bound Publishing
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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Melting and a Sexometer of 3.
A Richness of Swallows
RICH PROMISE
Ashe Barker
Book three in the A Richness of Swallows serial
Her secrets stripped bare, only the truth remains. Will it be enough?
Happy, secure, contented with her new life in the rugged West Yorkshire moorland, Summer has everything she could wish for. A Dominant lover she adores and who treasures her, a wonderful job, a new home, friends. She’s respected, liked. Even loved. And above all, she’s safe.
Desperate to share her hard-won security with her younger sisters, Summer starts to lay plans to bring them to Yorkshire to live with her. But this will take time and require careful negotiation. Above all she can’t risk destroying everything by letting anyone learn of her sordid past. Least of all Dan.
But suddenly matters are taken out of her hands. Time has run out and she needs to act, and act now if she is to offer her sisters the safe haven they need. Desperate still to keep her secrets, she has no choice but to deceive Dan.
But how will she accomplish this without the knowledge of her friends, her new employer, and the angry, stern Dom bent on delivering discipline and retribution?
Dedication
This book is dedicated to John and to Hannah—and to Elsie.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Body Shop: L’Oréal S.A.
Pizza Hut: Yum! Brands, Inc.
Land Rover Discovery: Jaguar Land Rover Automotive PLC
Oscar: Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences
Child Benefit: Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs
National Trust: National Trust for Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty
iPad: Apple, Inc.
Porsche: Porsche AG
Skype: Microsoft Corporation
Chapter One
I step back to lean against the solid, tiled wall, Dan’s warm, wet chest pressing against me, pinning me in place. I reach up to loop my hands around his neck, abandoning any questions for now, simply caught up in the joy of seeing him again. Dan’s tongue slips between my lips, and I open to welcome him. His hands are on my bum, lifting me up to straddle him. I wrap my legs around his waist, loving the solid nudge of his cock against my pussy.
“I want to fuck you. Now. Are you ready for me?”
“I’ve been ready for over a week. Do it.”
“I need a condom.”
“No, do it now. I’m on the pill.”
No more words, I squeal as he enters me, hard and fast.
“Christ, Summer, you feel good. So tight.”
“More, please…”
“More, please, Sir…” He punctuates his words with sharp thrusts, slamming me against the tiles with each stroke.
“Sir, Sir, Sir!” I scream as he fucks me, clinging onto his shoulders with my hands, my ankles locked together at the small of his back. Every thrust is perfectly angled to hit my G-spot. He knows the geography of my body so well.
“This won’t take long. Are you close?”
“Yes, Sir, I think…”
“Not close enough.” He reaches between us to stroke my clit, sending my pussy into ecstatic spasming.
I squeeze down, gripping him hard, my heels drumming against his buttocks to encourage him to go harder, faster, deeper.
“Now. It’s now, Sir. Oh God…”
“Come for me, Summer. That’s it. I want you to unravel. Now.”
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, Sir…” My orgasm hits me, catapults me into a rhythmic, pulsing release as Dan continues to pound into me, his cock thick and solid, filling me completely.
“Holy fuck, girl. So hot, so tight…” His curse is accompanied by one last, deep, driving thrust, then he holds still, his body rigid as the hot wash of his semen spurts inside me.
Neither of us speaks for several moments. The only sounds are the constant splashing of the water as it streams over our heads and shoulders, and the harsh whisper of labored breathing. I hang onto Dan, my body wrapped around his. He doesn’t withdraw, just lowers his hands to form a seat under my bum, taking my weight as he turns to lean his back against the tiles.
“Welcome home, Sir.” I manage to whisper the belated greeting, my words muffled against his slick shoulder.
“It’s nice to see you too. Do you want to see blood tests? Proof I’m clean?”
“What? We’re both clean. We’re in the shower, for heaven’s sake.”
“Unprotected sex, girl. A risky business. And I’m normally more risk averse than this.”
I bury my face in his shoulder. “Me too, Sir. I don’t know what came over me.”
“It was me, and I came in you. That’s the problem.”
“I don’t think it is a problem, Sir. I won’t get pregnant. I trust your word. And I swear to you I’ve never done this before…”
“Okay. I trust you too. So, have you been good while I was gone?”
“Yes, Sir. I think so.”
“Pity. Still, I daresay I can come up with some reason to spank you.”
“Would you do it just because I asked you, Sir? I’d say please. I’ll kneel and everything.”
He chuckles, the sound low and sexy. My toes curl, and my pussy clenches around his still semi-erect cock.
“Oh yes, you’ll kneel for me, girl. And you’ll say please very nicely. And will you thank me too? Afterwards?”
“Of course, Sir. Would you like me on my knees now?” I nuzzle his shoulder, and I’m seriously considering licking his nipple. I wonder if it would have the same effect it has on me? One way to find out.
“What a tempting prospect, you slutty girl. And Christ, that feels good�
�” He shifts and flexes as I flick his hard, flat nipple with the tip of my tongue. My ministrations don’t entirely distract him though. “But no, not quite yet. First I’m going to wash your hair for you, and rub lather all over your gorgeous body. Then I’ll rinse you. And after that, you can go and kneel in the middle of that perfectly splendid bed of yours and wait for me there. You chose well, by the way, love. I like it.”
“Me too. Did you bring rope?” I do hope so. My pussy is already starting to respond to his wicked suggestions
“Of course. I said I would. Have I ever not delivered on a promise? Red silk rope, as agreed. And peppermint oil.”
“Oh.”
“I think you mean, Oh, Sir…?”
“I do. I’m sorry, Sir. Will the oil sting?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Will I like it?”
He shrugs. “Perhaps. But you’ll like pleasing me, I think. And I’m going to love watching you wriggle around as I spread it on your clit.”
I glance up at him, in time to see his eyes narrow. He sucks in his breath on a mock sympathetic hiss and my pussy clenches again, this time in self-defense. Dan chuckles again.
“Keep on doing that, little slut, and we’ll never get out of here.” He lifts me from his cock, holding me until I lower my legs and get my balance again. “Now, stand still, and tilt your head back.”
The next couple of minutes are spent washing my hair, conditioning it and applying my best Body Shop mango scented shower gel to every part of me. Eva presented me with a gift set by way of celebrating my new home, and the matching talc is gracing my bathroom windowsill. I inhale the rich, fruity aroma, presenting my body on request, extending first one arm, then the other. I lift each leg in turn as Dan crouches beside me to wash my feet. He’s efficient, coolly matter-of-fact, as no inch of my skin is left untouched. He even instructs me to lean forward against the tiles and lift my bum up for him. He washes between my folds, rinsing away the semen and my own juices before gently inserting a slick finger into my anus.
I gasp, but say nothing. He pushes his finger all the way in, treats me to a couple of quick thrusts before pulling it out. I glance over my shoulder, uncertain what to expect next. He just smiles at me as he washes his hands, his actions slow and deliberate.
“Open your legs, girl.”
I do it, wrapping my hands around the pipework as he inserts two fingers into my pussy.
“Sir, I… Thank you.” I squeeze around him, lifting my bum higher.
“You like this?”
“Yes, yes, Sir. Very much.”
“Are you intending to come?”
“I’d like to, Sir.”
“Maybe later. For now, we’ll settle for rinsing this gunk away.” He withdraws his fingers and reaches for the shower head. He directs the spray right at my wide open pussy, swilling away any remaining semen. It would seem that my cunt is cleansed to his satisfaction as he turns his attention to my clit.
I grit my teeth, the recollection of his instructions not to climax still vivid. This is not easy. I groan as my pleasure builds.
“Ouch.” I flinch as a hard slap lands on my bum.
“Just to remind you to pay attention and not get carried away.”
“I apologize, Sir.”
“Apology accepted, little sub. Stand straight now while I finish rinsing you off.”
He directs the spray all over me, the last traces of shower gel and conditioner swirling in the bottom of the shower cubicle before disappearing. At last content, he replaces the shower head in its bracket.
“You’re done. Grab a towel and wait for me on the bed.” His tone is formal and rather clipped as he issues his instructions. He slides the door to the cubicle open to allow me to leave.
Obedient as always at these moments, I slip past him, reaching for one of the fluffy towels supplied by Grace and now warming on my towel rail. I wrap it around myself before replacing it with another from the bale stacked beside the vanity unit. I’m sure Dan will appreciate a nice warm towel too, and it’s the least I can do for my Dom.
His slight nod is his only acknowledgment of my gesture, but it’s enough to send a warm glow to my lower regions as I pad barefoot across my bedroom carpet. I grab another, smaller towel on my way and wrap that around my head turban-style. I should try to get at least some of the wetness from my hair before he arrives, and I doubt I have more than a couple of minutes.
I immediately spot the items scattered on the bed, but resist the temptation to investigate more closely. I need to prepare. I sit on the end of the bed and give my hair a vigorous rub to get the dripping water from it then I drag a comb quickly through. Another squeeze in the towel, and that will have to do. I lean down to dry my feet, then rub myself all over inside the thick bath sheet. I consider applying something nice and scented, but instinctively decide against it. Dan’s been very particular about testing for allergies and exploring my body’s sensitivity, and any additional chemicals might react with the oil. Dan can have my natural, unadorned self this evening. I rather think he’ll prefer that.
As ready as I can be, I drop the towel and clamber into the center of my bed. Now, I can examine Dan’s ‘gifts’.
The red silk rope is coiled neatly. It’s a bright scarlet color, very vivid. It’ll offer a strong contrast against my dark oak bedposts. The pack of condoms is obvious enough, though I’m not sure we’ll be using as many in the future, having broken our duck, so to speak, in the shower. The red silk blindfold looks quite nice, and will match the rope very prettily. I decide I’d much rather wear that than a gag. The oil itself is in a small glass bottle on my new bedside table, next to my gold clit clip. I wonder if he intends to use both on me this evening.
The final item bothers me. It’s a whip of some sort, more like a riding crop really. The handle is short, the lash made of braided leather. It doesn’t look to be new, and I speculate on how many submissives before me have enjoyed its attentions. I pick it up, turn it over in my hands. It’s light, very supple, but it looks mean. I lay it back on the bed, eying it with distaste. He’s brought it for a reason, though, and I shudder slightly. I trust Dan—I really do—but I suspect that trust could soon be seriously tested
“That’s a quirt. Originally from Spain, I believe, but I acquired it from an over-enthusiastic young jockey at York a couple of years ago.” Dan saunters through from the shower room, his towel knotted loosely at his waist.
Despite my current trepidation I can’t help admiring his superb physique. I watch, fascinated, as the remaining rivulets of water roll down his chest to be absorbed into the towel.
“You look unhappy suddenly. Tell me what you’re thinking, Summer.” He sits on the edge of the bed, his head tilted to one side as he waits for my answer.
“The quirt. Is it meant for horses then?”
“Not specifically. Horses, donkeys, dogs even. It amounts to cruelty, ill treatment. I always confiscate these things if I come across them.”
“Why is it cruel to use the quirt on a horse, but you intend to use it on me?”
“A horse can’t consent. Or use a safe word. The quirt is an instrument of discipline, though, in my experience, rather than pleasure. You will feel it at some stage. That’s inevitable, but probably not that often. It’s here because I’d like you to find a safe place for it, a place you’ll be able to lay your hands on it easily when I ask you to. Would you do that, Summer?”
Our eyes meet, he holds my gaze. This is it. This is where I consent to accept his authority, including allowing him to use that quirt on me if—when—he decides I’ve earned it. My buttocks clench as I slowly nod, my eyes never leaving his. Despite my fear—and I am afraid of what I’m getting into, I have no illusions about that—my pussy is moistening traitorously. He has such a profound effect on me. Just his words can reduce me to a wet, quivering mess.
“Do you have any other questions? About any of the other items here?”
“A blindfold? But no gag?”
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“No gag. We won’t need it.”
“I’m not to be screaming then?” I sag in relief.
He sees, smiles wickedly. “Oh, I think you will. You always do. But Grace is watching television and Nathan’s staying in Leeds tonight. Eva’s taken the girls over there to see him—I gather they’re going to the cinema. So, no one will hear you. Except me, of course, and I quite like to listen to your screams.” He shifts up the bed to settle himself against the headboard, tugging a pillow out from under the duvet to prop it behind him. “You can make as much noise as you like, love. Any other questions?”
I shake my head and lower my gaze to study my hands, loosely folded on my thighs.
“Are you still pleased to see me?”
I look up sharply. “Yes, of course. I’ve missed you so much, Sir. How long will you be able to stay?”
“Just overnight. I need to go back tomorrow morning.”
I hang my head again, disappointed. I’d hoped to have at least a few days. He reaches for my chin, lifting it with his fingertips. “I have to work this weekend. What about you? Do you get the weekend off?”
“Yes, I expect so. I work full-time, but the hours are sort of flexible. I get most weekends off, I think.”
“You could come to see me then. Drive up on Friday night, stay till Sunday, or even Monday morning if Nathan doesn’t need you here first thing.”
“I… You mean, to stay with you, Sir?”
“Of course to stay with me. I don’t expect you to be checking into a hotel.”
“I don’t even know where you live.”
“Keswick. I’ll give you the address.”
“I’d like that. And I’ll ask Nathan about Monday morning.” I smile brightly. It’s all I can do not to hug myself at the sudden surge of happiness bubbling through my tummy. “Thank you, Sir.”