Little Rainbows (25 page)

“I think we’ll have to come up with a scenario for situations like this.”

“Scenario? What do you mean?”

He knew she wasn’t sure whether he was serious or not and he liked it. “One where I get to punish you whenever you break our rules.”

He walked to the door and turned the lock. He opened his trousers as he moved back to her. “Something like you’re now going to get on your knees and use that smart mouth of yours to show me how sorry you are.”

His heart lifted when he saw her reaction. Heather’s mouth opened, her eyes got darker and her breathing was suddenly audible. She lowered her gaze until her eyes rested on his hand, stroking his rigid cock. He didn’t think she realized she’d just licked her lips. It was hot and he could feel his body’s reaction in his hand.

He kept on stroking himself with slow, deliberate movements as she lowered herself to the floor, her gaze fixed on his hand. As soon as he stood before her, she moved her head and kissed the tip of his cock. She licked her way around the head before parting her lips and taking him in. When her tongue explored the little hole, he couldn’t suppress a deep sigh. “God, yes.”

She continued her explorations, her tongue now finding and teasing the stretched strip of skin underneath. He couldn’t help himself and pushed his cock further into her mouth. A heavy breath escaped him when she started sucking.

The suction intensified as she bobbed her head, taking his dick deeper every time. He put his hand on the back of her head. Aroused as he was, he still wasn’t inclined to allow her to control this. On each movement of her mouth down his cock he pushed her farther than she wanted to go. His cock touched the back of her mouth and he kept her there until he felt the slight gagging movement. When he relaxed his hold she pulled back, only to push forward again, taking him deep, sucking him hard. He could feel his balls tightening. He wasn’t going to last long, not in her sumptuous mouth.

“Yes, that’s it. Take me deep.”

Her gaze lifted and she stared into his eyes. She intensified her movements, pumping her mouth up and down his cock. God, she was good.

She raised an eyebrow as one of her hands found his balls and squeezed. In the back of his mind he knew he probably shouldn’t let her get away with showing such initiative, but it felt too good.

“Yes, Heather.”

He bit back the shout wanting to escape as his orgasm roared through his body but couldn’t stop the groans as she sucked his cock until every last drop of cum had disappeared down her throat.
Jaysus, this woman
.

Reaching for her hand, he helped her to her feet. He grabbed her head and brought his mouth down to hers, savoring the taste of him on her lips and tongue.

“Good girl. I like it when somebody can take their punishment with grace.” When she lowered her gaze, his heart soared. “Tell me, Heather. Did you like sucking me? Did it make you hot?”

Not that he needed her answer. The red flush on her face and chest combined with the heavy breathing told him all he needed to know, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes, Sir, very hot.”

He’d never get enough of hearing her call him Sir. “Too bad we’re out of time. Remember, we’re having Hector and Amber for dinner tonight.” He stroked her arse, squeezed it and delighted in the sigh escaping her lips. “I may or may not take care of your needs later.

Heather’s frustrated groan was the sweetest sound he’d heard in a long time.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“That was delicious.” With a sigh, Hector leaned back in his chair. “I think it may have been the best tiramisu I’ve ever tasted.”

He wetted his finger and picked the last specks of crumb and sauce off his plate. With a soft groan he sucked the treat off his finger, glancing at the others as they burst out laughing.

“What? Good food is a close second to mind-blowing sex.”

“Thank you.” Heather had a huge grin on her face but also a slight blush.

“You made this?”

“I did.” Heather smiled. “I have a thing about desserts. I love creating them almost as much as I love eating them.”

“Please tell me you’ll teach Amber how to make this. If I never eat anything else, I’ll be a happy man.”

“Of course, if Amber wants to learn.”

She glanced at the redhead, who nodded her head enthusiastically. She’d enjoy spending an afternoon cooking with Amber. Sharing the result of their efforts with these two men afterwards would be even better.

“Irish coffee, anyone?”

Jason’s suggestion met with unanimous approval and Heather watched him as he got up and walked to the counter separating the kitchen from the rest of the living space. She loved looking at him. He was such a beautiful man. Tall and muscled, he radiated both strength and gracefulness. She adored the unruliness of his dark hair. The little specks of gray took nothing away from the picture. If anything they made him more attractive, more refined looking.

He placed four glasses on the counter and put a spoonful of dark brown sugar in each. The Jameson’s glowed golden in the low light. As soon as the hot coffee hit the alcohol, the powerful smell of hot whiskey filled the room and Heather felt her mouth water. Soft cream on top and the Irish coffees were done.

This evening had been filled with light-hearted fun. She’d been afraid they’d spend the evening bellyaching about the weekend and Rogan, but they hadn’t talked about anything specific at all. Friendly chat, jokes and playful teasing had kept things relaxed and comfortable. She’d missed this. It had been too long since she’d just enjoyed time with friends. She was ready to join the rest of the world again. The party would be the perfect opportunity to reconnect with people she’d neglected for far too long.

Oh
. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed Jason’s return to the table or the moment he put her glass in front of her. His hand on her thigh, brushing her skin and moving up brought her back to the present in a flash. It also re-enforced all the pent-up lust still lingering after their encounter in his office. When his finger brushed against her panties she couldn’t suppress a shudder. She glanced at his face and saw the wicked grin. He knew exactly what he did to her, building her need, driving her crazy. His wink seemed to indicate he also realized she loved it. The tension in her body and the constant wetness between her legs thrilled her. How could something this frustrating feel so good?

“I’m sorry?” She’d completely missed Hector’s question.

“I was asking”—his grin was knowing—“what kept you and Jason apart the first time you met?”

Heather turned her head and looked at Jason. Did he want her to answer this question? Do it himself? The slight nod of his head gave her permission.

“I’m not sure.” She thought back. Twenty years ago. She’d been so innocent back then. “No, I do know. At least, I know what made me keep my distance.”

She glanced at Jason again. He smiled, apparently happy for her to continue.

“I was too young back then. I knew next to nothing about sex and intimacy.” Talking about it brought the feelings back. “I was attracted to Jason from the moment I first saw him, but he was too intense, too dangerous for me. I don’t know how or why, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to be who or what he needed.”

Soft laughter escaped before she could stop it. The three questioning faces made it clear she’d have to explain.

“I knew I’d made the right decision when I heard him and Moira one afternoon. It was toward the end of our holiday. I’d left Rick in town and returned alone, hoping to take a nap. When I walked into our cottage I heard noises coming from Moira’s room. They were intriguing.”

Jason’s hand got more active on her leg, his fingers drawing circles on her skin, brushing against her underwear with more force, increasing her need.

“Go on, Heather.”

“It scared me at first. I heard slaps and Moira made all sorts of noises I couldn’t identify.”

The memory got more vivid as she talked. At first she’d thought Moira might be in trouble. It had sounded like Jason might be abusing her. She’d been half way across the room, fully prepared to burst in on them and put a stop to whatever Jason might be doing, when she’d heard Moira begging for more.

“The need in her voice made me stop and just listen. I knew I should turn around and leave but couldn’t make my feet move. The combination of slaps and moans held me captive.”

They had more than intrigued her if she was honest. They’d made her hot. She’d been surprised when her nipples hardened as a result of the sounds. She’d felt her vagina get wet and swollen and hadn’t been able to stop herself from touching the ever increasing heat. She’d been wet and hot before of course, but never like this. The moment she’d touched herself a need had been awakened. The need had grown and refused to be ignored as she’d listened to Moira begging to be fucked. Heather had continued touching herself as Jason gave Moira exactly what she wanted. She’d rubbed her clit until her own moans mingled with Moira’s. The combination of the sounds from the bedroom, the danger of being discovered and her growing need, had brought her to a quick and hard orgasm.

She had no intention of sharing that particular detail right now.

“I needed to meet Darren and explore my sexuality with him before I could even begin to understand what I’d been listening to and why it had such an effect on me.” She thought for a moment. “I wasn’t ready for anything as extreme and adventurous at the time and I’m sure Jason knew that.”

It was a relief when Hector and Amber’s scrutiny switched from her to Jason. And she was rather curious to find out what it had been like for him.

“She’s right.”

The look of disappointment on Jason’s face took her by surprise.

“I was attracted to Heather from the first moment I saw her but knew she wasn’t ready for everything I wanted and needed. Moira, on the other hand? Let’s just say the girl was up for anything.”

For a moment his gaze turned distant, as if he could see things invisible to the others.

“I wasn’t sure what I wanted back then, but knew it was more than a sweet summer romance, more than Heather would be able to give me.”

The smile he directed at her was filled with so much affection it made her heart jump.

“It’s hard to believe now, but back then she was innocence personified. The afternoon we spent kissing, enjoyable as it was, confirmed that.” His face turned thoughtful. “If I’d known how things would turn out for her, I might have pushed. But I didn’t know and that’s probably just as well. I was too inexperienced. I could have spoiled the experience for her, might have put her off for life.”

She saw the question in his eyes and answered before thinking about it.

“Chances are, you would have. I didn’t just jump into BDSM with Darren. We were together for months before he introduced the idea to me.”

She smiled at the memory. “We’d played some games before he got more serious about instructing me. He’d given me some books to read and we’d recreate scenarios from those stories. We were together for a year before we became serious about dominance and submission.”

By then she’d been ready for it. She’d wanted nothing more than to give her heart, her body, her mind and her soul to Darren. She had, and she’d received his in return. Her heart clenched. It wasn’t the pain of loss, not exactly. No, she mourned something special she’d never get back in the exact same form although she now knew she hadn’t completely lost it either.

“You okay?” Jason’s voice was filled with concern.

“Yes, I am.” She smiled at him. “It’s a strong and precious memory. I’m still getting used to the idea that I will never have that connection with Darren again.”

She saw the concern on his face and searched desperately for the words to explain what she meant.

“But I realize how blessed I am to have those memories. And I’m blessed I’m now discovering that losing Darren didn’t mean losing the opportunity to create new ones as well.”

“You wouldn’t know what happened to Moira, would you?”

She was grateful Jason changed the subject. All the soul-searching was getting tiresome.

“I do. She went to Australia not long afterwards. We lost contact for a while but recently found each other again on Facebook. She’s been in a committed relationship for the past fifteen years.” Heather smirked. “Would you be surprised to hear both she and her partner are switches?”

Jason shook his head. “Not surprised at all. She was constantly trying to wrestle control away from me in Wexford.”

The sound of a chair scraping across the floor put an end to their almost private reminiscence.

“I think it’s time for me to get my sub back home.” Hector smiled as he held out his hand to Amber and helped her out of her chair. “I think we’ll get some practice in before our performances this weekend. What do you say, girl?”

Heather could see the heat flaring in Amber’s eyes and felt a similar response in her own body.

“Ready when you are, Sir. After all”—Amber grinned—“practice makes perfect.”

Pure adoration glowed in Hector’s eyes. “Since you’re perfection personified, my darling, maybe we should stop calling it practice.”

The blush looked charming on Amber although she couldn’t keep the naughty tone out of her voice. “I don’t care what you call it, Sir. But please don’t ever stop.”

Laughter filled the room. This had been a perfect evening. Jason had started her on the road back to herself. She’d found friends in Amber and Hector. For the first time in eighteen months, Heather believed life didn’t just go on, it also provided unexpected but very welcome surprises.

* * * *

“Are you sure you’re all right?” He looked at her face. Despite his plans to keep the evening light, the conversation had gotten deep and personal. He worried it might have been too much for Heather. He was fine with the way their sexual relationship was developing, although fine didn’t quite capture the depth of his feelings. He wasn’t sure how to deal with her memories though. He had no idea if being reminded of her past with the man she’d loved and lost made things easier or harder for Heather