Red Hots (29 page)

“Masaun…?”

“Hold
on a second.” Setting the small case on the floor slowly, he reached out to the
lamp and clicked it on. “Oh, shit.”

“Hello,
Dom Hawk.”

Right
in the center of his bed was Kindle. She was bound by her hand to his headboard
and her long, lithe body was nude with the exception of the Red Hots in her lap
covering her sex.

Speechless,
Masaun stared at her.

“Welcome
home, big brother. I believe your submissive has some things she’d like to
discuss with you. Talk to you tomorrow.” Sweet spoke in his ear then ended the
call.

His
brother’s words answered the question of ‘how Kindle got into his house’.

“Are
you angry that I’m here?”

“Did
my brother see you like this?” Masaun had never been a possessive man. Hell,
most of the time he placed his past subs on public display in the middle of The
Dollhouse during impact play, but Kindle wasn’t just any submissive to him.

Her
golden-brown gaze met his. “No, Sir. He unlocked your house and let me in, but
Lolli met us here and helped me get into position for you.”

He
let the air slowly out that was burning his lungs. Not trusting himself to
touch her, he kept his distance. “To answer your question, no I’m not angry.
But, I am a little pissed.”

Rolling
her bottom lip in, she turned away.

“Song
Sparrow, look at me.”

Obeying
his command, she gazed at him again.

“Do
you understand how scared I was that something would happen to you when you
shot out of that parking lot like the gates of hell had opened up and something
was chasing you?”

“I’m
sorry, Sir. I didn’t know what to do. I just knew I had to get out of there.
Away from the reporter.”

“I
don’t want your sorry. I need your trust.” He shoved his hands through his
hair. He still recalled that night and how his heart had raced and anxiety
shook him to the core when she wouldn’t listen to him. He’d been sick until he
saw her car parked safely at her condo.

“I
do trust you,” she pleaded.

“Now.
While you’re lying on my bed, it is easy to say it. But, what happens the next
time a nosey reporter gets too close to you…our lifestyle. Then what?”

“I
will stand behind you Sir. Trust you to protect me.”

He
shook his head. He wanted to believe her, deep in his heart he wanted to accept
her words as truth. But, he held back. Firefly had professed she wanted to be
with him and wanted what they shared, only leave without a backward glance.
Kindle had done the same thing that night.

“I
wish I could have faith in that.” He turned and moved toward the end of the bed.
There was an ache in his chest that was growing by the second as he started to
understand that this could be it for them. “There’s every possibility you’re
going to be the CA next year. That means more cases, more attention from the
public eye. You’ve worked hard for that, Kindle, and you deserve your time in the
limelight.”

There
was silence behind him. He was sure she was trying to figure out how she could
get herself released from the cuffs and walk away.

He
exhaled and attempted to push that pain away. This moment had always been
inevitable. “If your car is not here, I’ll drive you home.” He turned to the
bed, moving for the headboard.

“Look
at me, Sir.”

Ignoring
her plea, he reached out to the cuff.

“Damn
it, Masaun, look at me,” she screamed as she attempted to shifted her hands
away.

Straightening,
he peered down at her. The intense stare he gave her was his warning. He had no
issue with spanking her ass then and still driving her home.

Licking
her lips, her chest rose and fell rapidly. “Is this why you went to see my father?”

Confused,
his brows tightened. Reese had promised to keep his confidence. “He told you?”

“No.
I saw you leaving.”

Shit
. He sat on the side of the bed and
leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Actions of a foolish man,
Kindle.”

“What
would you say were the actions of a woman in love?”

He
whipped his body around and stared at her. “You’re not the first woman that’s
ever been tied to my bed.”

The
urge to take back his words sat like a rock in his gut when he noticed the
shadows of pain cloud her golden-brown gaze.

Instead
of cowering, she raised her chin and met his gaze. “Maybe not, Dom Hawk, but I
plan to be the last.”

“How
do you figure that?”

“Last
week, I gave my thirty day notice to my boss. This week, I will start looking
for a place to rent to open my own practice.”

She’d
managed to shock the hell out of him.

“Why,
Kindle?”

“Professionally,
the only thing I want is to practice the way I want to. The cases I want to
take. More importantly, I want the man I love that is my happiness.” She
shifted slowly until her hip was pressed to his side. “That man is a
commanding, stubborn, pig-headed Dom that kind of resembles you.”

His
chest swelled ten sizes as he held her gaze afraid to trust it was real.
Nothing scared him in his life but losing Kindle. “I love you, Kindle. You
gripped my heart the moment I walked into your office and you looked at me with
these beautiful golden-brown eyes.” Lifting his hand, he caressed the side of
her face. “I fought it. Wanted to believe that when our agreement came to an
end, I would let you walk away. It was a lie.”

“I’m
glad, because I would have been lost without you in my life.”

“You
seemed to manage just fine last week.” He brought his fingers to her lips and
stroked them.

She
swung her head from side to side on the pillow. “I didn’t. It was the worst
week of my life. Not being with you, seeing you or talking to you or feeling
the bite of your paddle.”

“Why
did you?” He drew a line from her chin down between her breasts and enjoyed the
catch in her breath.

“Because
I needed to. I had to clear out some things in my life. Things I’ll share with
you later. I wanted to make sure when I came to you this time it wasn’t because
I was depending on what you could give me emotionally, but because I was
dependent on your love for me.”

Leaning
down, he claimed her mouth. The kiss sparked the desire within them and ignited
a
red
hot
blaze of passion.

By
the time he pulled away they were both panting.

“You
do test my patience and endurance, Song Sparrow.”

She
smiled. “Can we get on with my punishment now?”

“No.”
Reaching up, he undid the cuffs.

Her
brow puckered with concern. “I thought everything was fin—”

Bringing
her arms down, he placed them over his heart. “It is fine. I just don’t want to
play tonight.”

“What
do you want to do?”

He
kissed one palm then the other. Happy to see that her hands still remained
clear of cuts and bruises. “First, I intend to eat every one of those Red Hots
candy pieces from between your thighs and lick every spicy cinnamon bit from
your pussy until you come. When that’s done I’m going to make love to you, slow
and long.”

She
moaned. “Let it not be said that I didn’t submit properly to my Dom’s will.”

Masaun
tipped his head back and laughed. He was looking forward to a life of joy with
his submissive.

~YH~

Kindle
stretched her satisfied and sore body. As usual, she was awake before dawn.
However, there were still hours to go before she had to get ready for work.
Yesterday, she’d brought her work clothes to Masaun’s house and hung them up so
there would be no cause for her to leave any sooner than she needed to.

She
curled her body closer to the imposing male form beside her. Last night had
been amazing on so many levels. When Masaun had come into the room, she had
been nervous about how he was going to respond, if he would send her away.
Thank God he hadn’t. When he turned the light on, she had immediately noticed
the difference in him since she’d seen him over a week ago. His eyes were
shadowed, there had been a kind of weariness in his posture and his hair had
grown longer, beginning to curl at the base of his neck as if he’d stopped
caring about controlling every aspect of his life. She had done that to him.
The blame had been in her lap. He’d attempted to connect with her but she had
needed the time as she explained to him. She was grateful it hadn’t been too
late.

Caressing
the sculpted muscles beneath her hand, she enjoyed the moment in his arms.

“Good
morning, Song Sparrow.” There were no sleeping notes to his voice, letting her
know he’d been awake for a while.

“Morning,
Dom Hawk.” Stretching her arm over his chest she brushed against something.
Grabbing it before it fell off his chest, she recognized the large rectangle.
“Is this another box of candy?”

Reaching
out, he turned on the light on his nightstand. “I believe it is.”

The
both blinked a few times until their eyes adjusted.

Chills
of remembered pleasure of the night before caused shivers in her core. Gazing
at him, she lowered her voice and asked, “Do you have more commands involving
this box?”

“I
do. Open it.”

Sitting
up, she allowed the blanket to fall to her lap revealing her bare breasts.
Holding the red box in one hand, she peeled the tape away and the flaps back
with her other. Inside of it she saw the small candy, but something else as
well. “What’s in here?”

Pushing
two fingers inside, she worked the stock card out. When she noticed it was
similar to the card she’d pulled out of the box she used yesterday and had
saved all those weeks, she said, “Cute, it’s your business card.”

But
when she turned it over to see if he had gone as far as to write ‘call me’ and
his number on the back, her breath caught in her throat. There was another
command note scratched on the back, but this one brought tears to her eyes.

MARRY
ME, SONG SPARROW.

With
trembling hands, she gazed from the written print to the dominant man lying on
the bed observing her. “Yes, I will, Dom Hawk.”

He pulled her body over his and kissed her, sealing
their lifetime agreement.

Peter the Child Killing
Pedophile Dies

On October 5
^th
,
weeks after his incarceration at the State Penitentiary, Peter Dashell was
found dead. The prison coroner reported that Dashell’s body appeared to have
been sodomized and severely beaten before he was strangled in A cell block D
shower stall. The ward was placed under twenty-four hour lockdown when no
witnesses stepped forward regarding the attack.

If you enjoyed
Red Hots,
you
want to pick up Sweet’s story including follow-up on Masaun and Kindle.

Licorice Whips

by

Bridget Midway

“Sweet” Hawkes is a BDSM dominant who has lost his
smile. Although he loves the candy store called Decadent Treats that he co-owns
with his brother, he’s lost the passion he had for making treats for his
customers.

After releasing his last submissive, Sweet decides to
dive head first into business and forget about love and disciplining. He wants
to open up a second Decadent Treats and a store that would sell quality BDSM
toys and apparel. Sweet never expects to find an obstacle outside his door.

Nikla Dearwood has made it her mission to picket
outside of the Decadent Treats store to warn customers about eating too much
sugar. Although as a Pilates and yoga instructor, it would seem her protests
have to do with leading a healthy lifestyle, Nikla has other motives. Besides
this protest, she wants to open up her own exercise studio in downtown Virginia
Beach.

Nikla isn’t scared away from her picketing mission when
a tall and sexy man from Decadent Treats tries to get her to stop. When she
finds that same guy checking out an open storefront in downtown Virginia Beach
that she also wants, she’s now interested in him.

The two check out each other’s businesses. Sweet
subjects himself to a yoga class. When Nikla goes to Sweet’s candy store, she
finds that the man has a different way of tempting her with candy. When things
get out of hand in the store, the two make a deal; they’ll agree to play and
have sex until a decision on the suites is made. After that, they agree to go
their separate ways.

When Nikla starts to have feelings for Sweet, can she
give up the fight for this man? Can Sweet open his heart enough to let the
right woman in?