Red Hots (16 page)

As
he continued to whisper pride-filled words and embrace her body, she settled
against him and allowed him to take on her weight. He didn’t mind, he loved
having her in his arms. At this moment he could admit that to himself. Kindle’s
walls of defiance weren’t the only ones down.

As
they sat there, in relative silent and comfort, his mind replayed the scene
over their light meal. The tender emotions that had shadowed her eyes and
quivered her voice. She’d allowed him to see her vulnerability, even if just a
sliver. As she’d opened up to him, something that he didn’t need anyone to tell
him was rare for Kindle, he knew her. Even in such a short span of time.

And
she had needed him. That fact was palpable between them. The Dominant side of
him warned it was only for the skills of relief he’d promised her. However, his
soul, the side that controlled the red-blooded male part of him, reveled in the
knowledge and wanted more. Even though sex would have pleased and satisfied
them both, it was important for him to give her something more.

Something
beyond the physical release of his lashes or sex, but the emotional
fortification of peace and security. That’s what he offered her.

“Kindle?”
He used her given name, so that she would know that the session was complete
and she had the ability to refuse his request.

Several
long moments passed before she moved, and he almost thought she hadn’t heard
him.

Raising
her head, she leaned away from him slightly and gazed at him curiously.

“Will
you come with me to my room?”

Her
gaze lit up, but she lowered her lids, shielding the full view of her
expectation from him. “Why, Masaun? I would assume that if an orgasm is off the
list for me tonight then so is sex.”

Smiling
at the bit of sarcasm in her voice, he continued, “I want to hold you.” He kept
himself from saying that he believed she needed it. Knowing Kindle, she would
buck against him bringing attention to any emotional chinks she may have and
refuse him—denying herself.

“How
long?” Her body tensed slightly in his arms.

“However
long is needed.”
However long
you
need it.

Her
gaze held his, as if searching for those unsaid words. “Yes, Masaun, I’ll stay
with you.” The last two words came out on a soft sigh.

His
chest swelled high as he took in a breath and absorbed her words. She would
trust him more in this moment than when she submitted to his flogger. With her
in his arms, he rose. Keeping his hold firm, protecting the precious weight in
his arms, he strutted out of the room.

chapter ten

It
was before dawn as always when Kindle woke from the sweetest sleep she’d ever
had. However, something was different this morning. There wasn’t the sound of
early morning city traffic—honking cars and squealing bus brakes—but a calm
silence around her. For a moment she didn’t want to get out of the bed. The
warmth that surrounded her was intoxicating and alluring. Something pushed at
her sleep induced mind, but she held it off.
A few more moments, please.

Since
she still had a few hours before she had to report to the office before the trial,
she could remain in bed for one or two more. Hell, she could even go two hours
later and head directly to the courtroom instead of her office first.

The
foreign thought was so tempting. Kindle Langston wasn’t the person to ever come
in late to work. However, she could see herself remaining right where she was
for a little longer. But that wasn’t her style. Sighing, she allowed her mind
to open the door to the daily issues and concerns, and one by one, they started
to seep in, intrude on her tranquility. Work. Court. Trial. Kristy. And…

“Good
morning, Kindle.”

Masaun
. Ducking her head beneath the cover,
she groaned as everything of the day before came flooding into her memory like
the Hoover Dam had burst. She became aware of the difference in her
surroundings, the quiet of the secluded Virginia Beach neighborhood, the
extremely soft pillow top mattress beneath her nude body and the weight of the
arm around her waist cupping her belly, the other under her and holding the
opposite hip, and the heat of the big male form behind her. With her face under
the comforter she could now smell his robust scent, sweet and peppery. That
natural exotic spice awakened other areas of her body.

“How
did you sleep?” His voice, low and gravelly, had that early morning sexiness
that made her sex begin to throb.

Too
well. “Fine,” she mumbled, still not wanting to come out and face the day, or
the consequences of her decision. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

His
nose brushed aside her hair, now down, and kissed the back of her neck. “You
seemed to need it. You were exhausted and asleep by the time I carried you up
here.”

“Um,
well thank you for that.” She felt embarrassed and shocked that she’d let
herself go and actually fallen asleep, like some subdued child instead of the
grown, independent woman she was. “I think I should be going.”

Those
strong arms tightened around her and his hands began caressing her top hip and
her stomach.

“Not
yet.” Light kisses ran along the curve of her shoulder and back down to the
curve of her neck.

“Masaun—”

“Shh…
One more moment.” His touch felt so good, inviting. She snuggled back against
him, felt the hardness of his cock imprinted along her spine. He desired her,
and that knowledge sparked the memory of her potent need for him last night. A
lust that had been withheld, denied her. She moaned, not wanting to end up
horny and rejected again.

“I
love your skin, Kindle. Your smell.” One hand cupped her breast, palming and
squeezing it.

The
flesh felt heavy and achy in his hands; she wanted him to pluck and play with
her tight nipple as he’d done last night. He’d also left her hanging on the
edge, unfulfilled. Would he be that cruel again? Would she allow herself to be
pushed to that point again?

His
tongue dragged across the tender skin of her shoulder. She hissed, recalling
the lashes—stinging yet calming to her stressed mind. Like an addict to a drug
she had given her will over to the elixir of the pain, eventually peace.

 He
worked his other hand between her thighs, coaxing them to part and let him in.
Then he was cupping her sex, slipping his fingers in the evidence of her
desire.

Her
sex was wet and swollen—she needed his touch. She ground her hips and pressed
along his cock. They were both aroused, but she knew she should stop this from
going further. She’d stayed long enough. Another minute and she could lose her
will to leave.

“Maybe
I should go-oohh…” She moaned and arched her back as pleasure raced up her
spine when he pressed two fingers into her sex. “Oh, shit.”

His
thumb fondled her clit as he continued to thrust those broad fingers in and out
of her. She clutched the wrist of his arm that was angled between her legs. With
the other hand, she reached back and gripped his bare hip, needing purchase.
She was spinning fast toward the vortex of completion. Possibly because she’d
been so turned on last night, had needed to come only to have it withheld.
Punishment.

“Please,
Masaun…” she whimpered. Pleading, she struggled to form the words to ask him
not to tease her then leave her to ache for him.

“I
know what you need, sweetheart.” Taking hold of her top leg, he dragged it back
over his thigh, widening her position.

She
was now open and available for his naughty, bold strokes. He worked his fingers
along her walls and she pumped her hips to meet him, riding his steel cock
between the seam of her ass. The sheared hair above his shaft scratched the
sensitive flesh of her backside, but she didn’t care.

“Damn,
your pussy is so wet.” His touch was merciless and insistent as his palm pressed
against her clit each time slid into her.

That
tiny echo of pain accompanying the pleasure had her dipping her nails into him.
Her orgasm was right on the precipice, needing something to allow her to fall
over the cliff into ecstasy.

“Come
for me, Kindle. Let go,” he commanded.

He
didn’t need to ask twice. That deep timbre of authority was the galvanizing
directive her body needed to take her to release.

Screaming
and bucking, she came hard as she arched her head back against his shoulder.
The haze of pleasure was still hovering around her, but it wasn’t enough, she
desired a deeper level of satisfaction. One that wasn’t a solo flight.

“Masaun…I
need—”

“What
do you need?” His fingers didn’t stop moving within her and the other skilled
set was pinching and tugging one of her nipples.

 “You.
I want you to fuck me.” She was pretty sure she had never said those words to
any man before, but this moment was not one for coy seduction. Her body was
still humming with desire.

His
hands stilled. “Kindle, you don’t have to do that. I’m okay with you taking
your pleasure.”

Turning
her head, she attempted to find his eyes in the darkness. Barely making out his
silhouette in the pre-dawn light that was filtering itself around the thick
drapes. “But, I’m not okay with it.”

They
sat that way for a moment then she felt his fingers slip from her and he
shifted behind her. And he was there, guiding his thick cock inside of her.

The
glide was measured, one millimeter at a time, but he didn’t stop. The single
stroke went on and on, until he was setting at the mouth of her womb.

She
heard him sigh, as if he’d arrived at a desired destination after a long wait.

“Your
pussy fits me perfectly, like you were made for me. I want to feel you
squeezing me, pulling my orgasm from me.”

His
words caressed and filled an empty space within her soul. No one had ever
spoken such erotic poetry to her. Wanting to fulfill his need as he’d done
hers, she pressed down on him and tightened her walls around him.

“Shit,
sweetheart… Just. Like. That.” He thrust hard with each word, robbing her of
her breath, erasing every thought she had that wasn’t of him.

Time
didn’t matter. Work held no concern. She was here, right now, with Masaun and
the world could go to hell around her.

Pulling
out all the way, he then paused before his hips pistoned forward hard.

Crying
out, she pushed back, meeting him stroke for stroke.

He
took hold of her hands in both of his and linked his fingers with hers, as if
even though fucking her, he still needed a connection with her. It was
intimate.

She
couldn’t get enough of him, and it seemed as if he yearned for more of her.
They found a rhythm, created a dance to a tune only they could hear.

On
and on it went, Masaun burying his stiff cock inside of her and she riding the
shaft with vigor. However, the harder and more urgent they claimed each other,
the closer it drove them to the end.

Soon,
they couldn’t hold off their climax any longer. Kindle came first shaking and
crying out her release.

Then
Masaun groaned and slammed into her one final time and filled her with the
warmth of his essence.

They
sat in silence, holding each other and breathing then Masaun pressed his lips
to her ear and broke the quiet.

“The
intoxicating smell of your pussy is now imbedded in my sheets and will greet me
tonight when I come to bed.”

A
wave of heat ran through her core, and she shivered.

Releasing
one of her hands, he cupped her cheek and turned her face toward him. He kissed
her, deep and passionate and robbed her of her breath and sense.

When
the kiss ended, he said, “Come on, let’s shower.”

Slipping
from her, he rolled out of the bed from the far side. He turned on the lamp on his
nightstand before coming around, proud and nude to claim her from the sheets.

Looking
up at the sexy man standing before her with his hand out, she didn’t allow
herself to feel regret about what had happened between them. Later, maybe, but
now she was going to enjoy the momentary escape she found within the walls of
his house and his arms.

Taking
his hand, she allowed him to help her from the bed. Nude and pleased, she
strutted beside him into the large bathroom.

She
had no illusions that this would change the dichotomy of their relationship.
But, she didn’t care about all of that at the moment, she just wanted to feel.
Once she walked out of Masaun’s house, the situations of her day and life would
be there to greet her.

Once
they were in the shower, she grabbed the bottle of soap in one of the corners
of the shower. “May I bathe you?”

He
was standing so that the spray of the water was along his back. Staring at her,
his gaze held hers, assessing her features for a second or two. “You don’t have
to do that, Kindle.”

“But
I want to. Let me serve you.” She lowered her voice and stepped closer to him,
letting the tips of her breasts brush his chest. She’d never cared for a man in
this way or even seduced him, but she wanted to do both of those things to Masaun.

He
nodded.

She
was thankful that he didn’t reach out to touch her. She felt that if he had,
she most likely would have lost her nerve.  Filling her hands with the thick
cool liquid, she noted that the soap, just like the man, was a neutral clean
scent. Nothing to mask his natural aroma—and more and more she became grateful
of that fact.

Setting
the bottle back down, she held her hand over his shoulder and allowed water to
run onto her palm and through her fingers. Rubbing them together to build up a
healthy lather, she then set her hands on his chest. She felt the hard planes and
the dip that ran down the center of his abs toward his heavy shaft.

She
caressed his torso, shoulders and arms.

Masaun
never took his gaze from her. If it had not been for his chest raising and
lowering beneath her hands, she would have believed he was a statue.  However,
after the loving he had given her just minutes before, she knew for a fact he
was a red blooded man. A hot one.

Raising
her gaze to his, once again. She slowly dragged her hand over his torso and
through the crisp short hair above his cock. Only hesitating for a moment, she
lowered her hand to his cock and closed her fingers around it.

His
groan rumbled rich and low as his lids came down halfway and shielded his eyes,
making them appear darker and more intense.

With
the aid of the slick cleanser, she slipped her hand up and down his sex,
massaging him and enjoying his hardening shaft lengthening under her
ministrations. She was doing this to him, controlling him. Her fisting movement
became faster and her grip more firm.

Masaun
placed a hand on the back of the shower stall, boxing her in. Still he never
looked away, or closed his eyes or tilted his head back to become lost in the
building need. It was his direct, unwavering stare that made her bolder.

Moving
from the base of his scrotum to below the crown, she added an extra maneuver to
her action there and swept her thumb over and around the head fast. She
repeated the gesture two more times.

Growling,
Masaun took hold of her hips and slammed her body against his and kissed her.
The kiss was staggering, causing her coquettish skills to falter. However, he
didn’t seem to care as he walked her two steps backwards until her back was
along the cool, moist wall.