Secrets Dispatched (11 page)

“Kitten,” he said in a strangled voice. It sounded so unlike him, even his mother wouldn’t recognize it. Not that his mum would want to under these circumstances. She might be liberal and open-minded but there was such a thing as too much information and right there and then fitted that scenario perfectly.

Shane tightened her grip, and bent until her hair brushed his groin.

Ross groaned. “Shane… Wake up, kitten.”

Boy, he thought he was the sadist, not the masochist. Her lips fastened on his dick and Ross decided he didn’t give a flying fuck what he was. He was going to lie back and think of Australia, England, his cock in her arse, her tied and flying and all things in between.

Shane circled the head of his cock with her tongue, sucked hard and thrust the tip into the slit.

He stopped thinking altogether and let his inner senses take over. Every hair on his body stood on end, stung and tingled as he shook and trembled.

Shane gave a sultry laugh that curled around his heart and made it beat faster.

“Oh my, Sir likes this, doesn’t he?”

The mattress dipped as she moved, and took him farther into her mouth. She tightened her lips then grazed her teeth along his length as she slowly released him.

Each time she repeated the action, more of his dick slid into her mouth and down her throat. Hazily, Ross decided he’d be tickling her tonsils before long, and hoped to hell she didn’t gag. The familiar sensations of his balls tightening and the hard throbbing in his pulse points that spun through him as he was about to come began to hit him hard.

“Kitten, I’m so close to coming you need to decide to swallow or spit, and fast.” He hoped to hell she understood the tortured words that his seemingly cotton-wool-filled mouth tried to utter. “Sweet sh… Now. Tell me now.”

Her answer was to suck and tug ever faster.

Ross gave in and let his cum fill her mouth.

Shane sucked eagerly, milking every last drop as Ross shuddered and panted, before he finally quietened. Even then she continued to lick his cock, until Ross tugged her hair. Those gentle touches had gone from pleasure, to the pain only associated with being totally sated with no chance of anything else.

“Enough, kitten. Who’s the sadist here?” He pulled hard on her handful of tresses he held until she gasped.

“You it seems, Sir. That is almost red.”

“Rubbish.” Ross didn’t loosen his grip. “If this is nearly red, tell me how you coped earlier. Clothes pegs, for instance?”

“I was aroused,” Shane said with dignity.

“And you’re not now? Ohh such a pity, I’ll put the bullet away then, shall I?”

“Eh?” She lifted her head, unheeding of any extra pain it must have caused, and stared at him. “Do not…. Er, please don’t, Sir. I’ll be a good little kitten and purr for you however you want.” Shane crossed her eyes, screwed up her nose and mouth and gave a very creditable purr.

Ross laughed.

“Oh you’ll purr for me all right. On to your back, now.” The speed with which she obeyed almost made him laugh again, but he kept his face straight. Sassy subbie was an understatement. His kitten with claws was more fitting. “Now, little kitten, let’s see how well you can purr, eh?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before he leaned over and picked up the golden bullet vibrator he’d collected earlier. When he held it up for her to see, Shane wriggled dramatically and covered her eyes with one arm.

“Oh…my…Sir, I ahm at your merceee.” She peered at him from under her elbow and winked.

“Minx. You so are, so you’d better remember that.” He switched it on and stroked it across her clit, at the same time as he slowly teased her pussy with one long finger.

Shane lived up to his pet name for her and purred.

“Shoot, I like your mercy.” She moved her hips in time to his slow thrusts in her channel, as she raised her butt to encourage him to stroke faster.

Ross lifted the bullet and she moaned her disappointment. “I need…”

“
No,
I need. I need you to listen and you to obey me. Don’t come, kitten.”

She mewled. “What?”

“You heard.” He slapped her pussy mound, just hard enough to sting. “You come when I say, not before. And if I choose to leave you dangling all day, almost there but not quite, then that’s what you’ll do.” He gave her three more stinging taps. Her skin suffused with a rosy glow and her eyes clouded, in the nicest way. With desire. Ross was experienced enough to know the signs. She was more than ready to come, her body would be so sensitive a feather over her clit would push her over the edge. “Do you understand, kitten?”

He waited for what seemed much longer than the few seconds it actually was, until she bit back a sob.

“Yes, dammit, yes, Sir.”

Not quite right, but it would do.

“Then come, kitten.” He put the bullet back onto her clit, and she screamed. Then shattered and fell apart in his arms.

Chapter Eleven

There was a very persistent fly buzzing in her ear. Shane muttered under her breath, and tried to sit up. The duvet or something had caught her and tangled her so she was stuck. After some effort she managed to jerk one arm up out of the covers and swatted her hand in the direction of that irritating noise a couple of times.

“Ooft.” The buzzing stopped and restarted again, softer and more irregular than before.

Ooft? Flies don’t ooft. Flies buzz and…oops.
She opened one eye and twisted her head. Ross was snoring gently next to her, his head a few inches away on the pillow, his arm around her waist, and one leg thrust between hers. No wonder she thought she was stuck. His hard body almost covered hers, making even the slightest movement difficult.

She spent a few moments just looking at him, and letting the delicious memories of the previous day and night sink in. She really had played and made love to her childhood fantasy. Only now he wasn’t a fantasy. He was the real thing. He looked so peaceful, but still so much a man in charge that her heart skipped a beat. If she hadn’t discovered the urgent need to go to the loo, she could have stayed where she was, just looking at him.

Well no, not quite true, she admitted to herself. She’d be hard pressed not to twist the whorls of hair sprinkled across his chest around her fingers, and follow the arrow of them that lead ever downwards. And then… Shane groaned. It was no use creating hot and arousing scenarios in her head. She had to go to the loo. Very carefully she lifted Ross’ arm off her middle and put in on the mattress.

He moaned and muttered something she couldn’t hear and replaced it, via her breasts. Shane considered her situation. No, she couldn’t wait for long. She took a deep breath, lifted his arm, edged carefully to one side so his leg no longer held her fast and rolled off the bed and onto the floor. The rug she landed on slid over the polished floorboards and her elbow met the edge of the bedside table with a clunk. She winced as pain—nasty pain—shot up her arm. “Ouch, shit and bugger, that hurts.” She rolled onto all fours knelt up and rubbed the abused elbow.

“Shane?” Ross peered down at her. “As much as I love you on your hands and knees or kneeling at my feet, I can’t see you there properly. Did we agree on that early morning protocol?” His voice was sleep filled and innocent, the glint in his eyes was not.

“Ha, ha, not.” Shane scrambled to her feet and resolutely ignored the way he looked at her. As if he were the cat, and she a particularly tasty mouse.

“Out of interest, what are you doing down there?” Ross asked. “Come back to bed, we’ll sort out what to do, when, later.”

“I need.” She waved toward the bathroom door, and he grinned.

“Then don’t let me stop you.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll use the bathroom across the hall and meet you back here.” He swatted her bum, and she growled.

“Oy.”

Ross’ laughter followed her as she walked as dignified as you could when you were buck naked and knew you had a drop dead gorgeous man watching your every move. She couldn’t resist waggling her fingers over her head as she reached the en suite, even if she wasn’t sure he was still watching.

The wolf whistle confirmed he was.

Shane grinned to herself and spent a penny, as her gran used to say, had the quickest shower ever and cleaned her teeth. By the time she went back into the bedroom, the fire was once more blazing brightly in the grate. She glanced toward the windows. The shutters and curtains were open on a scene from a Christmas card—the sort she’d drooled over as a kid, all sparkly diamonds and icy candles on the trees. It was hard not to clap her hands or high five the view.

Ross was propped up against the pillows, the duvet across his waist and a mug of something steaming in his hands. “Coffee. Yours is on the table. Come back to bed and snuggle.”

“Thanks. Er, what time is it?” Shane had no idea where she’d put her watch. She clambered back into bed and picked up her coffee, to sip gratefully.

“Sex o’clock.” Ross took her mug from her unresisting grasp and set it down next to his. “And we mustn’t be late.”

He rose over her almost before she had a chance to register how wet she was. His condom covered cock probed her pussy entrance, and Shane lifted her legs to rest her ankles on his shoulder. She loved the idea that he’d been primed and ready for her, and planned his strategy in advance.

“Ohhh, I have a visitor.” She tried for a femme-fatale eyelash flutter and he winked.

“A very eager one, are you ready for him?”

“Oh yes.” Her juices ran slowly over her thighs and gently down her legs.

“Oh my, you are, aren’t you? Just as well really, he’s more than eager.” Ross pushed into her in one swift and sure movement, and immediately began a steady thrust and retreat. Shane matched his pace and he laughed softly and rested on one hand to use the other one to pinch each nipple in turn.

He wasn’t gentle and Shane didn’t want him to be. She reveled in the sting that ran through her from breasts to her clit and back again.

“Play with your nipples, kitten. Hiss and purr for me, show me how you like to tease yourself.”

Ross moved his hand and pinched her clit, hard enough for her to hiss as he’d asked.

“Touch your nipples, kitten. I won’t ask twice again.” He withdrew almost to the head of his cock and waited for her to comply.

Shane wondered if it was worth defying him, just to see what would happen, but one look at his tight features decided that this wasn’t the time to turn bratty. She took hold of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and nipped each one hard. If anyone had told her she’d willingly inflict pain on herself, she would have poo poo-ed them and said they were crackers. But she did it gladly, her touch harder than anything Ross, or indeed Pete, had given her. The ends of her digits were white with the pressure she exerted. Of course Ross noticed.

“Sweet, kitten, you like that pain, don’t you? Fly for me now.” He pinched her clit so hard she arched up into him, and his cock filled her completely.

Shane screamed as spots flashed in front of her eyes and her every inch of her body flooded with pain, heat and the sense of Ross. Even through the condom he wore, she knew the second he came.

He shuddered and hissed between his teeth with a sharp indrawn breath. “Yes, yes, my kitten, oh yessss.”

Then he slumped onto her, panting. His sweat slicked skin rubbed against her own, and her nerve ends stung. Every touch was like a hammer hitting those nerve ends, so much so even her teeth hurt. But she had no intention of asking him to move. The pressure was proof he was as affected by her as she was by him. It was indeed a sweet pain.

It could have been minutes or hours before he groaned, gasped and looked up at her.

“Hell, kitten, why didn’t you tell me to move? I’m squashing you.” He levered himself onto his hands and knees and withdrew from her with a gentle plop. Then he blinked.

“Fucking hell. Shit and buggery. Oh sorry, kitten, but we have a problem.”

She knew already. Sticky semen coated her pussy lips.

Ross held the offending—and split—condom between his thumb and forefinger. “Bollocks.”

“Well I guess they did have something to do with it.” Shane couldn’t summon up the energy to be angry or at that moment, even worried. “But, it’s happened so now we wait, I guess.”

“You sound awfully quiet for someone who might be up the duff,” Ross said wryly. “How long until we know?”

“Ah, now there’s the rub.” Shane wondered why she didn’t feel more embarrassed talking about her time of the month. But then after they’d shared what they had, it was a nothing to talk about. Sadly not a nothing to worry about once she got her head around the enormity of it. “I am so irregular my gynae lady said I was a bit like that trick question, what’s easier to predict, who wins the ashes or when I come on. We decided it was who wins the ashes by a mile, and neither of us follow international blokes cricket. So, it could be anytime in the next five weeks, or well…” Her voice trailed off. “I could not.”

Ross was silent for a moment. “And you’re okay with that? It’s your body, kitten, and I’ll abide by what you decide.” He got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. “I’ll dispose of the culprit.”

He disappeared and Shane stared after him, nibbled her lip and tutted under her breath. Not a tut-tut how dare you noise. More a hmm, and how do I answer that? As much as she liked the idea of little Rosses or Shanes running around, she didn’t want that yet. Hell, they’d only spent a few hours together. It was much too soon to be thinking of children. She had to get her head around a potential Dom/sub relationship first. If things progressed, that would be one of her first decisions, she was sure. Okay, even though she knew that would be a yes, it would be hard enough to learn what they both needed without morning sickness, a growing belly and heartburn.

However on the other hand, she didn’t believe in the day after pill. It wasn’t for her. Even if they could have got hold of one. As far as she knew, there was no chemist nearer than the small town near her hotel, and there was no way she’d expect Ross to chance his luck on that road. So wait and see it would have to be.