Authors: Rita Sable
Eager and obedient, Cynthia knelt on the mattress, using the headboard that her hands were secured to for support. She was ever so thankful her knee didn’t hurt any longer, because it would be such a shame to stop now. Her heart pounded with wickedly sweet suspense. Cream dripped from her greedy cunt, making the insides of her thighs slick. “What do you want?”
“I want your lovely ass in the air.” A sharp smack to her bare cheeks punctuated his point. Cynthia uttered a muffled squeal from the sting of his hand on her butt. A fresh wave of cream flooded the folds of her excited pussy.
“I’ll have to inspect every inch of you first,” he said. “And then I’m going to give you a lie detector test.”
“Oh, please don’t do this,” she begged in role-play but slowly moved into the position Trevor wanted. “Honest, I’ll tell you everything, anything you want to know.”
This bedroom was much darker than the others. The window didn’t face the glowing moon. Cynthia rested her face on the mattress, using her elbows and knees for balance. Trevor soothed her stinging butt cheeks and dipped his fingers into the valley of her ass. He tunneled down to her wet slit, spread her pussy lips and then slicked the moisture back up. He swirled a slippery fingertip around her tightly clenched anus.
“What a beautiful little rose hole.”
She swallowed her trepidation. Did he really mean to try anal sex? Her desire to experience it warred with her notions that it was wrong. Naughty. Forbidden.
God! It was wonderful.
Cynthia pulled uselessly on her handcuffs. She wasn’t ready to use the safe word they’d agreed upon but she needed to let him know this new experience made her nervous.
“Um, Trevor, I don’t know about this.”
He dipped his fingers into her pussy again, gently probing, teasing her vaginally and across her clit, drawing out more of her juices. “Cynthia, you remember the safe word we agreed to?”
She nodded, burying her face into the quilt.
“Do you trust me?”
She gulped air, arching into his fingers. He explored the exquisitely sensitive skin around her anus at the same time. Incredible sensations thrummed inside her, racing up like tingling spirals from her ass to her belly button.
“I trust you, Trevor. I do. But I’m…scared.”
“Shh,” he said, gently swirling slick heat up and down the responsive skin between her ass and pussy. “Don’t be scared. You’ll enjoy this. I promise, darling, no pain. Just the most incredible pleasure. Relax.”
This wasn’t a game anymore. Trevor played with her cunt, fingers dipped in and out, over her clit and back. He stroked her buttocks with the warm palm of his other hand. She believed him and started to relax.
A thick fingertip explored her nether hole. She held her breath, expecting his penetration to hurt. Gently, he pushed a little deeper and stopped, giving her muscles time to adjust and loosen. Using his other hand he slipped two fingers inside her vagina and gently pumped in and out of her slippery flesh.
“Oh,” she moaned. “That does feel good. Do it some more. Fuck me with both hands, Trevor.”
“Gladly. Take a deep breath for me.” Trevor braced her thighs open wider with his knees. The thick finger inside her canal wiggled back and forth, gently stretching that tight muscle open.
Cynthia sucked air into her burning lungs. Every nerve ending in her body sparkled like a Fourth of July firecracker. When Trevor slowly inserted two fingers, her breath rushed from her lungs at the tingling sensations. The fit was incredibly full and tight. He moved his fingers in and out, up and down, creating a sensual rhythm of unbelievable proportions inside her body. Her skin burned. She rocked back and forth, urging him on.
“There you go, darling. Feel it, let it flow. You’re almost ready.”
She barely heard his murmured encouragement. Her vagina tightened around the probing fingers of his other hand. Through experimentation she discovered the control over how much pleasure she felt in her ass. Squeezing her muscles around his fingers when he pulled out increased her enjoyment.
Trevor settled his knees between hers on the mattress. The bed groaned under their combined weight. When he pulled his fingers completely out, she whimpered at the sudden loss. “No, don’t stop!”
“Easy, darling. You’ll like this even better.”
He drove his penis into her vagina twice. She squirmed from the unexpected, deep penetration. Then, he slid out, pulled her ass cheeks open wide and slipped the head of his thick, wet cock into her now well-prepared hole. Cynthia held her breath, bracing herself for the moment of pain but pain never came. Once he was all the way in, he stopped and rested inside her. The length of him throbbed and pulsed, hot and so tight. He draped his upper body over her back and reached between her legs to sink his fingers back into her dripping pussy. Her clit sizzled when he strummed his thumb over the aching nub.
“Oh, oh my God! Trevor,” she panted and bumped back against him. “Fuck me. Please, fuck my ass, your fingers on my clit. Oh yes!”
His chuckle rumbled into her spine. “Slow, darling. This has to be done slowly. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Doesn’t hurt,” she grunted. The handcuffs binding her to the bed bit into her wrists. She grabbed onto the heavy wood spindle and used it as leverage to make him move inside her. “Feels soooo good! Please, Trevor.”
“Mmm, the lady begs me to fuck her. I think I’ve reached Nirvana.” He rocked his hips back a fraction, withdrawing in a slow slide of ecstasy.
“Oooh, yes,” she hissed. “Again, again.”
He taunted her from her clit into her vagina and out again, covering her slick sex all at once. Her body had never been so alive. His thickly muscled thighs kept her legs spread wide apart in wicked, sinful invitation for more.
Trevor settled into a slow, deliberate rhythm, drilling deep into her with each stroke while low rumbles of pleasure escaped his lips. She ground her eager, burning clit against his probing fingers in shameless demand.
When her orgasm struck, bright lights flashed behind her eyelids. She curled her spine up like a cat and then, gasping, arched back down. Trevor followed her body, rocking and bucking with her. Warmth burst inside her, evidence of his own release. He never let his fingers or his lovely hard cock leave her body until the last tremors died.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Cynthia Lyons snored.
Back in the main bedroom Trevor listened for a moment longer, enjoying the feminine snuffling noises she made. He gathered her limp, warm body closer and tugged the quilt up to her chin. Deep in relaxed slumber, the woman of his heart murmured incoherently and then resumed her soft snoring. He loved that sound.
He’d never been a fan of cuddling. Now, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than hold her close after the amazing sex they’d shared. Cynthia’s playful personality, impish grin and lusty body had turned the tables on his basic nature. His cock twitched at the mere thought of making love to her again. And again.
She had the most deliciously tight ass. It had taken every ounce of control he had not to pump himself into her deep channel with more force. He hoped she wasn’t sore from her first experience at anal sex. She’d given him her body to pleasure. And her trust. It was a most precious gift.
Moses jumped up on the bed, landing light as a sparrow atop the quilt. Brilliant green eyes studied Trevor and Cynthia for a few seconds. After having been tossed out by Trevor earlier, the animal seemed to think about how welcome he’d be on the bed with them now. He’d never slept with an animal in his bed but, apparently Cynthia did. If he intended to become more than a passing dalliance for her, he might as well make the adjustment now.
Trevor wiggled his fingers in the air as an invitation. Moses padded closer, purring. The cat delicately sniffed Trevor’s hand with his pink nose. After a soft-as-air meow, he then curled into a white ball of sleek fur beside his thigh and went to sleep.
All right
. He rolled his eyes.
Cats could indeed be good company
.
For the first time in his life, he felt like a complete person. Whole. Satisfied. Undeniably happy.
Strange. Being in love was going to take some getting used to. He bent down and placed a feathery series of kisses on Cynthia’s temple and gazed at her peaceful, sleeping face in the soft moonlight. They had a lifetime to explore love together. He had every intention of doing just that, every day.
He sighed into the night, content to hold Cynthia while she slept. His mind raced ahead with plans for the future. But first, he had to secure her safety.
Careful not to disturb his sleeping beauty, Trevor stretched his arm out to the nightstand and fumbled around until he found his cell phone. After nearly knocking over the spent carton of ice cream, he managed to pick up the phone. He’d set the phone to “do not disturb” earlier—not caring if it violated protocol this one time. Having those few hours of carefree time with Cynthia had been worth it.
Trevor flipped the phone open with one finger and pressed his message playback button. There was only one. From O’Rourke.
“
St
.
James
,
hold on to yar hat
.
Fingerprints from the body with Matthew Andrews’ ID are a match for Calvin Sewell
,
aka Nut Cracker
.
He was an expert at security systems and safes
,
did some time in the Massachusetts state penitentiary for a jewelry heist in Boston a few years ago
.
My guess is he came back empty-handed from Cynthia
’
s place and injured to boot
.
They must
’
ve decided he was too much liability
.
There might have been a chance she could ID his voice
,
if he
’
d been caught alive
.
Anyhoo
,
ya
’
d best keep yar eyes sharp
.”
Trevor’s blood turned to a slow-moving river of ice. One of his suspicions had just been confirmed. He clicked off the phone and set it aside.
They were coming. The lure of the diamond’s secret would prove too strong for them to ignore. He’d finish this case once and for all. Above everything else he’d protect Cynthia with his life.
* * * * *
Fuzzy, gray light filtered into the bedroom and painted the walls with the first colors of morning. Cynthia stifled a big yawn. Every inch of her skin rested against a hard, warm, naked male body. From the corner of her eyes she saw the twin tips of Moses’ ears. Her cat had found a nice snuggle spot on Trevor’s other side. A satisfied grin played on her lips. She stretched her legs down along the length of Trevor’s hairy shins until she found one of his feet and then she rubbed her toes across his.
“Woman, that tickles,” he grumbled into her hair.
“I know.” She rolled over, tipped her face up and met his half-lidded, reddened eyes. “Hey, didn’t you sleep at all?”
Trevor didn’t answer. He just smiled and smoothed his palm up and down her spine.
“Don’t tell me you’re an insomniac. What kept you awake?”
“Guard duty.”
She wiggled around and rose up on her elbow. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re so gorgeous in the morning, darling.” He captured a lock of hair that had fallen over her shoulder and wrapped it around his finger.
Cynthia swatted his hand away. “Stop that. You’re avoiding my question, Agent.”
Undaunted, Trevor eased his hand down the center of her chest, brushing over the sensitive skin between her breasts. Her nipples peaked instantly, prepared for his suckling.
“Mmm, I adore that soft, sleepy look in your eyes,” he said. “Makes me hard just looking at you. Wanna fuck?”
“Sure.” She caught his wandering hand and held it away. “But first, tell me why you think you had to stay awake all night on guard duty?”
He brought her fingers to his mouth and nibbled on them, licking and kissing. “I’m expecting company.”
Cynthia blinked. “What? Who? Did you tell someone you were going to be here with me? The only people who know I’m here are my real estate agent and my brother. And Paul wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“He would.”
She sat up in the bed and grabbed the sheet to cover her naked state, suddenly very self-conscious. “Why would he do that?”
“Well, he’s worried about you, of course. He sounds like a very protective brother.”
“You spoke to him? When?”
“Yesterday.” Trevor flipped onto his side and rested his head on his fist, completely unconcerned for his own naked state while they conversed. A shadow of dark stubble dusted his chin and upper lip. His cock had thickened with the stirrings of arousal.
She forced her gaze away from his rising shaft and let out an exasperated breath. Resisting this man was a daunting task. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”
“What?” His eyebrows wiggled. “And spoil all the fun I had with you?”
Cynthia sank back onto her heels, hugging the sheet to her chin. “Is that all it was, Trevor? Just fun?”
His face turned serious again, his eyes darkened. “Don’t even think that. What happened between us is only the beginning. I’m not planning to let you go, Cyn.”
Relief and happiness burst through her worries, like a ray of sunshine after a storm-filled day. “I’m so glad, Trevor. I really love being with you.”
“Me too.” He smiled gently and reached out to caress her cheek with his fingers. “But we’ll have to talk about ‘us’ later. Right now, I need to let you know something important.”
Cynthia sighed. Hadn’t he given her enough information to digest and mull over last night? First the story of how the Russian diamond and the Holocaust were intertwined and then he’d told her about being an English lord’s only son. She hadn’t even had time to think about what
that
meant if she and Trevor became more involved—if they had a future together.
“If it’s about my brother, don’t lose sleep over his reaction. I told you, he worries too much. He’ll settle down once I tell him about us.”
Trevor’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Your brother’s under the misguided assumption I mean to do you harm, since he wouldn’t believe I am who I said. He called the police because he couldn’t contact you.”