With a startled jerk, Tamara’s body went hot and damp with a yearning so strong it left her shaken. Tears pricked the back of her eyes as she watched him cross the room in that cocky, loose-limbed stride, wearing his usual snug jeans and the same leather vest she’d seen him in before. With all that bare, tanned skin and those bulging muscles displayed, was it any wonder he drew so many female eyes his way?
“It looks like we’ll have to set our sights on another sub,” Master Greg drawled, his green eyes shifting from Tamara’s flushed face to Connor as he approached their table.
Master Devin cocked his head at Connor, leaning back in his chair with nonchalance as he brought his bourbon filled glass to his lips before greeting his friend. “I heard you weren’t coming out tonight.”
Connor shrugged and looked at Tamara. “I changed my mind when I heard my sub planned to be here.” Holding out his hand, his blue eyes softened with appeal as he said, “Come with me please.”
Tamara stiffened, trying her best to resist him. “Why?” she asked, stalling for time to get herself under control since they both knew she would cave.
“I’d like to tell you a story. It’s a favorite of mine.”
“I’m not in the mood for a story,” she returned, despite the rapid beat of her heart urging her to take his hand.
“You’ll like this one, I promise. Please, little one.”
How did I ever think I could move on without him? It was more than physical attraction, although there was no denying the tug of those feelings. She already throbbed and he hadn’t even touched her yet. With a sigh of resignation, she flicked the other two men an apologetic glance.
“Excuse me, please.” As difficult as it was, she ignored Connor’s outstretched hand as she stood and looked up at him. “I’ll listen to your story and then I’m leaving.” She wanted to stay a part of his life, but she wouldn’t leave herself open to get hurt again, no matter his good intentions.
Connor nodded, rested a hand on her lower back and prodded her forward as he said, “Thanks, guys.”
Without answering him, Devin told Tamara, “Look us up if you decide to stay longer.”
The urge to go all caveman, toss Tam… Tamara over his shoulder and take her back to his place rushed through Connor the minute he spotted her sitting with Greg and Devin. The way her pewter eyes turned wary and she’d stiffened as she looked up at him had hurt, more so because her reaction was his fault and justified. He’d been blind and resistant to change for way too long, and he prayed he wasn’t too late to set things right between them.
As they reached the stairs to the loft, she paused and gave him another skeptical glance. “Why are we going upstairs if you want to talk?”
“Because I have this craving to touch you as well,” he admitted honestly as he snatched her hand and tugged.
Her eyes sparked with excitement before cooling, a small sign that gave him hope. “Connor…”
“We’re in the club, sweetie, so that’s Master Connor.” Ignoring her scowl at the endearment, he trotted upstairs and didn’t pause until they reached a chain station. Reaching for the back zipper on her skirt, he began his narrative. “Once upon a time there w
as a cocky eighteen-year-old who had already sampled his share of girls and was looking forward to college.”
Tugging the skirt down, she grasped his shoulders, snorting softly. “Let me guess. You?”
Connor pinched her bare thigh as she stepped out of the skirt. “Quiet and listen.” Whipping her top over her head, he tossed it down and lifted her arms to the dangling cuffs. “One afternoon, he volunteered to assist in the riding ring at the county fair, looked up and saw the prettiest little kid struggling to hold her seat.” Tam’s eyes went molten as he secured her wrists and ran his hands down the underside of her arms, over her shoulders and cupped her soft breasts. She bit her lip, and he knew she wanted to resist him as much as she yearned for more of both his tale and his touch. His fragile hope just edged toward blossoming success.
“The young girl’s wide eyes were filled with fear, but her small chin was rigid with fierce determination.” He rasped her nipples with his thumbs, and she swayed toward him with a low moan. “He admired the young girl’s grit in the face of her terror, wondered how the hell she’d reached the age of ten in ranch country without being on a horse and found himself dashing to her rescue as she lost her grip.” Dipping his head, he licked over each nipple before lifting his eyes up to her flushed face. “Thus began a friendship he never imagined would grow into an obsession to see to this girl’s every need, including ensuring her safety and happiness.”
“C… Master Con,” she breathed, her eyes softening to a silver glow. “I…”
A wicked, teasing grin replaced Con’s serious expression as he swatted right between Tamara’s legs, the sudden hot pain covering her bare labia causing her to jerk in the bonds. Her thick cream spilled from her swollen lips and she didn’t know what she wanted more of – his touch or his story.
Running his hands down her quivering abdomen, he slid between her thighs and cupped her throbbing pussy. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, this young man appointed himself the little girl’s guardian, protector and friend.” He slid two fingers inside her and her head fell back as she jutted her pelvis into his marauding hand. “He taught her to ride and jump, encouraged her to compete, sat with her family and glowed with pride when she won championships.”
Tamara’s body infused with heat as he slowly fingered her pussy, gliding over her clit with touches that were way too light and too short for her satisfaction. He leaned toward her close enough his chest hairs tickled her turgid nipples as he brushed her lips with his. His deep, serious voice resonated between them.
“He rescued her from randy teenage boys, helped her get through Algebra and took her for ice cream on Sunday afternoons.”
Tamara smiled at the memories. “I remember…”
He laid a finger damp with her juices over her mouth. “Shh, almost done.” Rubbing the wetness across her lips, he said, “And then, one day she looked at him with the lust of a young woman, a look that caught him by surprise and that he tried to ignore because she was still too young for his tastes and she was the kid next door, not someone to be dallied with.”
Tamara watched him retrieve a condom from his pocket, shuffling her feet apart in anticipation of the wonderful stretch and burn of his cock surging inside her again. Had it really only been a week since he’d taken her last? As much as she loved his story and the new light of acceptance shining in his eyes, she was dying for his rough possession right now more than anything else.
“Where… where are you going with this tale?” she gasped, unable to resist prodding him along.