Blush For Me

by M. K. Moore

  Blush For Me

  M.K. Moore

  Flirty Filth Publishing

  Blush For Me

  By M.K. Moore

  © M.K. Moore 2020 Flirty Filth Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Contents

  Blurb

  Playlist for Blush For Me

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by MK Moore

  About The Author

  Blurb

  Obsessing over a woman is a new thing for Morris Weston.

  Kiera Hunt is just as obsessed as Morris is.

  Blush For Me is a short tale of kidnapping, being crazy in love, and over the top alpha-ness that will melt your Kindle

  among other things.

  Playlist for Blush For Me

  Crazy In Love- Beyoncé ft. Jay Z

  Paradise Circus-Massive Attack

  Closer-Nine Inch Nails

  Chapter 1

  Morris Weston

  When I was a child, I often got too obsessed with things. Toys, food, you name it, and I had an unhealthy attachment to it. Everything was mine and God help anyone who didn't agree with me. As I got older, it only got worse, until I forced myself to calm the hell down in order to get through school. I used that obsessive trait to my advantage and made my money. A one-track mind has always been a good thing for me. This, however, is different from anything I have ever obsessed over. By far. Never have I ever felt the familiar obsessive pull for a woman like I do with her. Sitting in the cafe, I watch her. I always watch her, but today is the day I finally speak to her. The object of my obsession and my reason for breathing flits around behind the counter making coffee and serving pastries to other men, much to my chagrin. Luckily, she ignores those that flirt with her, like a good girl.

  “Morris? Large black coffee,” she calls out from the pickup section of the counter. Her voice is somehow angelic and sultry all at the same time. Today her long dark is curly. I want to grip it as I guide her into my kisses. She sets my blood on fire and makes my soul sit up and take notice of her. She is the only reason I came into this place in the first place. As a thirty-seven-year-old man, this hipster coffee bar is not my scene at all. However, after seeing her walking down the street a week ago in White Plains, New York, I changed my mind. I was here for work but ended up staying only forty minutes from my apartment in Manhattan just to get to know her. I am not ashamed to admit that I followed her, that I stalked her. I need to own her. I learned about her habits and where she lives. She needs to be protected and it isn’t going to be by anyone else. She has no sense of the danger that lurks all around her. She happily ambles through life. Other men would seek to destroy that quality in a woman. I plan on nurturing it.

  “Thank you, Kiera,” I say gruffly, speaking to her for the first time. Now that everything is in place, she’ll be mine. I take the hot coffee from her hand, letting my fingers linger over hers. She gasps at the touch, letting me know that she isn’t indifferent to me. That will make what’s about to go down that much easier.

  “How did you know my name?” she asks, blushing. That pretty fucking blush is what sealed her fate. I am dying to know just how far down her delectable little body the blush goes. Soon, very soon, I tell myself. I also contemplate telling her the truth, but I won’t. Between the background check, social media search, and good, old-fashioned surveillance, I learned it all.

  “Your name tag, kitten,” I say instead.

  “Oh, right,” she says after a quick glance down to where I am pointing, just over her left breast. She looks back up at me, blushing even brighter. My cock is lengthening in my trousers. Fuck, she is gorgeous. Small, curvy, and young. She is unlike any other woman I have been with before, but she will be the last. It’s been twenty years or more since I’ve even looked at a woman.

  “Are you in school, Kiera?” I ask, her name rolling effortlessly off my tongue. There is hardly anyone in the shop except for a few people who have already been served so I take the time to get to know her voice a little better.

  “Oh, no. I graduated high school last May. I am just doing this until something better comes along,” she says smiling at me.

  “Really?” I ask. It’ll be easy to convince her she needs to come home with me.

  “Yes. This is just a steppingstone for me. There’s a whole wide world out there,” she says but she doesn’t offer any more information than that. I make a note to travel with her once we are settled.

  “You are being awfully chatty with a stranger, aren’t you, Kiera?” No matter how hard I try, I just can’t stop saying her name. She leans closer to me over the counter. Fuck, I wish the counter wasn’t there, or better yet, I wish I could pick her up, toss her down on it, and eat her delicious pussy from here until the end of time. I can almost smell her sweet wetness over the scent of the coffee. Like I said, fucking obsessed, but ask me if I care.

  “A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet, and we’ve met Morris,” she says taking a deep breath in, closing her eyes, then letting it out so fucking slowly. Did she just sniff me?

  “Have we?” I ask arching an eyebrow, hanging on to her every word like a lovesick teenager.

  “Just now, silly,” she says giggling. “Plus, you’ve come in here every day this week, ordering the same exact thing. I always remember my best customers," she says twirling a curly tendril of her shiny brown around her light pink-tipped finger. I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks. I clench my fists at my side to keep from reaching out to her and testing that theory. I don’t want to show my hand too early and give her a reason to fear me before my plan really begins.

  “That is very true. I’ll see you soon,” I tell her.

  “Promise?” she asks blushing again. Fuck, that innocent blush is about to get her fucked and nothing will stop that. This train is leaving the station.

  “Guaranteed,” I say. Waving, I take my coffee to-go today so that I can get into place in the back alley. I know that exit is closest to where she parks. As soon as I am outside, I toss the coffee into the dumpster and wait for her to come out. I know that there are no cameras out here. Lucky for me, the staff disabled them so they could smoke weed out here on their breaks. The owner lives in Hawaii and doesn’t come here much. It’s the perfect setup really.

  When she finally comes out, I check to make sure she is alone. Next, I throw the black satin pillowcase I’ve bee
n carrying in my pocket all day over her head.

  “Don’t scream,” I rasp in her ear, disguising my voice. She whimpers a little bit, but nods. Pulling her back to my chest, I drag her the hundred feet or so to my car, I gently place her in the back seat of my Tesla Model X and buckle her in. With the child-safety locks engaged, I don’t worry about her escaping.

  Kidnapping is a Class A Felony in the state of New York, trust me I know that because I am a lawyer. The punishment, if I get caught, is worth the crime. She’s worth it. However, I have no intention of getting caught.

  I never would have thought that this eighteen-year-old beauty would be the one woman meant for me, but here I am speeding down the Bronx River Parkway at nine at night with the woman of dreams blindfolded in the back of my car.

  What could go wrong?

  Chapter 2

  Kiera Hunt

  I should be scared but I am not. Definitely not. Is horny the opposite of scared? If so, I am the opposite of scared. Without a shadow of a doubt, I know exactly who is doing this to me. As soon as the hood was put over my head, I took a deep calming breath and caught the scent of his cologne. It’s expensive and manly. I love it. For a solid week, I dreamed of the mysterious man who ordered coffee and a muffin from me every day. Each night, I’d lie awake and pray that he was there the next day. That he would take me away from my boring life. When he was near me my belly did flips and my heart fluttered. Never having this reaction to a man before, I welcomed it. Working here is a means to an end. My lack of direction in life is not surprising, but I firmly believe being a wife and mother is a valid choice. My super successful parents don’t think so at all. So, to spite them I am working in a coffee shop instead of interning at the firm they both work in the city. Just while I figure things out.

  Today was the first time he directly spoke to me, but because I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my short life, I am choosing to let this happen. In order to see where this is going, I have to play along. I don’t know what he was thinking, doing it this way. I would have gone anywhere with him, all he had to do was ask. But doing it this way is so… ballsy and more than a little romantic. Man, I think I'm fucked in the head.

  Morris, my coffee man is so hot, he could do whatever he wants to me and I wouldn't complain in the least. I thought I was crazy when I got his last name off of his credit card and stalked him on the internet. The social media he has was a Linked in page which directed me to his info page on the website of the law firm he is a partner at. The name of the firm sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it. On that page, I learned he’s single and works all the time getting the desired results for his clients.

  He’s older than me and I can tell he’s powerful. I sit quietly in the seat he put me in. The entire car ride my pussy is getting wetter and wetter and I am so achy. I need relief now. Since he didn’t bind my hands, I reach over and unbuckle my seatbelt. The car dings loudly. Damn it!

  “Don’t even try to escape, Kiera. I will find you. I will always find you,” he growls, making me smile under the hood.

  “I am not going to escape, I promise,” I whimper slowly unbuttoning my jeans. The snap sounds like gunfire. Since I can’t see, everything sounds louder. My breathing, his breathing, the tires as they eat up the road. Everything is loud.

  “What are you doing?” he asks. I can imagine his dark green eyes looking at me in the rearview mirror quizzically.

  Instead of answering, I unzip my jeans and shimmy them down. I hear his audible gulp as he pulls the car to a stop somewhere. The sound the gear shift makes as he slams it into park will be something I remember forever. I don’t know if we’ve reached our destination or not, but this is happening now. I hear him open his car door and close it. Then a burst of cold air as he climbs into the backseat with me, leaving the door open. Oh, God. I am gushing now. His car seat is about to be ruined and I can’t stop it.

  “Are you just going to watch me fuck myself?” I ask, really wanting him to touch me, to help me. To make me his.

  “Ladies shouldn’t talk that way, but the answer is yes. Watching you is my favorite activity,” he admits, and I can feel my face getting hot. Only he does this to me. Makes me blush like a little girl getting caught doing something she shouldn't. Without any hesitation, I pull my tiny panties to the side and run my fingers through my soaking wet folds. Ladies do all kinds of bad things, at least I do, so I think this is going to be fun.

  “We’ll see about that,” I moan thinking about him doing this to me instead. I kick my shoes and jeans off the rest of the way, getting comfortable. I continue to play with my pussy, but I am just getting frustrated.

  “Need help, kitten?” he rasps.

  “Yes,” I say. I expect his fingers to reach out for me, but instead, I am lifted out of my seat and onto his lap. Reaching down, I find his hard cock already out of his pants. Was he really jerking off while I fingered my pussy? He spreads my legs wide and runs a finger through my folds before focusing on my clit, but this isn’t what I want. I keep my hand wrapped around his length then I lift up and drop down my pussy down on his cock before he can protest. He rips through my cherry and it hurts but I don’t care. I want this. Want him. Need him. Crave him.

  “You shouldn’t have done that, Kiera. You shouldn’t have done that,” he chants as he rears his hips going even deeper inside of me until I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin. I place my hands on his shoulders, using them for leverage as I begin to move.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I shout as the pace quickens and my belly does little somersaults. I am so fucking excited.

  “Never stopping, kitten. This is forever. You’ll never escape me,” he grunts.

  “I don’t want to escape, Morris. Not now, not ever.” He stills before pulling the hood off of my head. I wince as I am momentarily blinded by the bright as hell fluorescent light. Once they have adjusted, I lock eyes with the man himself. God, he’s so hot. He’s a little sweaty but then again, so am I.

  “You knew it was me and still you didn’t run?” he asks.

  Leaning down, I lick my lips and nod slowly. Then a split second later, his lips are devouring mine and our tongues are dancing. I flex my hips and his cock swells impossibly bigger inside of me. I am dying to come, but he stops, pulling out of me.

  “Why did you stop? I am so close,” I whine like a little girl, but I can’t help it. I have never been so frustrated before.

  “We’re home,” he says and for the first time, I look at my surroundings. I am in a parking garage of some kind. We are parked in a private stall, thankfully. For some reason, I don't want anyone else to see what's his. I hop off of his lap and pull my jeans and shoes back on. I wait for him to get out and I crawl out behind him. When he holds his hand out to me, I melt.

  Sure, he kidnapped me, but fuck, it was hot. This man can kidnap me whenever he wants but is it really kidnapping when you want it?

  Chapter 3

  Morris

  Her virgin blood is still on my hungry cock, but a bed is where I want to be with her in order to take my time with her. I want her naked and spread out for me so that I can feast like a motherfucking king. As long as I live, I'll never forget how she spread her legs wide in order to ease the ache in her cunt or the obscene sound her fingers made playing in her wet folds. that she knew it was me, but that's probably for the best. The kidnapping was crossing the line, but I'd do anything to have her and now that she's here, I know what to do first. Tie her to me in every fucking way. I want to get under her skin until she has no desire to leave my side for any reason. She takes my outstretched hand and I pull her to me. Pressing my lips to hers, I taste her mouth as my tongue sweeps inside. She moans wantonly and I drag her to the elevator. I need to be inside her now.

  Still wrapped up in the kiss, I push the call button repeatedly though I know that does nothing. Blessedly, the car is empty as we get inside. I hit the button for PH2, and the doors close immediately. Kiera wraps her a
rms around my neck while my own hands lift her up by her ass. Her legs wrap around my waist and she grinds her jean-clad pussy on my abs. When the doors open again, we are in my living room. Using my key, I close off service to this floor.

  Originally, the plan involved taking her to a warehouse I own, but now that she knows who I am, that went right out the window. Honestly, it went right out the window the second she unbuttoned her jeans in the backseat of my car. Bypassing the whole apartment, I take her to the bedroom. Setting her on her feet, effectively ending our kiss. She groans at the loss, but for what I want, I need her naked, under me.

  “Why did you stop?” she pouts.

  “Trust me, baby. We are just getting started,” I tell her, pulling her shirt over her head.

  “Oh, okay,” she says getting the picture. Slowly she reaches for the hem of my shirt and drags it off of me. Reaching behind her, I open the clasp of her bra expertly and drag it down her arms before tossing it away. Her skin gets goosebumps as I go. Looking at her face, I find her telltale blush. The blush that sets me over the edge. She kicks her shoes off and I do the same.

  “Morris?” she asks biting her bottom lip.

  “Yes?” I ask her.

  “You kidnap a lot of girls?” she asks hesitantly.

  “No. You’re the only one,” I say reassuring her of that fact. She rewards my honesty with a huge grin.

  “Why didn’t you just ask me out or something? I mean, I am not complaining, but this could have been bad…” Gripping her chin, I force her gaze to mine.