Red Hots (17 page)

He
ended the kiss and whispered against her lips, “My turn.”

She
wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to. That he’d already given her so much
last night when she’d practically had a breakdown in his kitchen then topping
that with the earth-shattering sex in his bed this morning. But the passion in
his gaze robbed her of her objections.

Releasing
her, he poured a heavy amount of soap in his hands then started lathering her
breasts. He palmed and circled her breasts then closed his big hands around
them and pulled forward until he got to her nipples and tugged at them.

Unlike
him, she wasn’t able to hold his gaze, the caress felt too amazing. Tilting her
head back against the tile, she sighed.

His
hands lowered down her belly and then returned to her breasts again with the
same end result of pinching her nipples. She was blown away by Masaun’s
tenderness and care. The fourth time his hands moved over her belly one
circumvented her waist and cupped her ass, while the other slipped between her
thighs. He coated her sex, stealing along the slick folds of her pussy.

His
fingers played along the sides of her clit and down her slit.

“Mmm,”
she moaned, as her hips rotated and chased the persuasive pace of his fingers.

Then
his hand was gone. When she parted her eyes to observe what he was doing, she
saw him cupping his hands and filling them with water. Turning, he smiled and
poured it over her body, rinsing. He did it again, sending bubbles streaming
sensually along her skin.

When
he dropped to the floor before her feet, she was shocked. He raised his head
and stared up at her. Those dark green eyes held hers. As he cupped the back of
one of her knees and brought her leg up balancing it on his shoulder, her heart
tripped, missing a beat.

The
position had her thighs spread, exposing her pussy fully to him.

Leaning
forward he inhaled, bumping the end of his nose to her clit. “Mm. Your scent
drives me to distraction. I have wanted to taste you and feel your cream along
my tongue for far too long.”

Her
breath hitched.
This man and his words.
Had he truly desired her that
much? She knew she aroused him to a certain degree. Hell, they’d had sex and
the two times they’d scened together she’d felt his erection pressing against
her during aftercare. However, she wasn’t sure if that was just a normal
reaction he had as a Dom toward having a woman submit to his play. Maybe it was
just for her.

Looking
down at him, she was unsure of how to respond to him.

Evidently,
not needing one, he said, “Brace yourself.”

First
she placed her hands at her side with her palms flat on the wall. However, the
first lick of his tongue just along the dip below her clit had her hands moving
to his head.
Oh, damn.

Such
a light, brief touch had her body quivering. Then he returned, stroking that
spot over again until she was thrusting up to meet him.

He
circled her clit then flicked it and finally drew it into his mouth. Sucking on
it, he had her crying out in her pleasure. Curling her fist into his hair, she
tilted her head back and rotated her sex over his mouth.

Masaun
groaned. His hands were cupping her ass, guiding her movements and keeping her
right where he wanted her, pressed to his lips. This wasn’t a shy man when it
came to pleasing a woman orally. No hesitant or sporadic licks, he was like an
artist accustomed to using the tool at his disposal, his tongue traced along
the curves and dips of her sex as if he’d crafted it himself and knew just how
deep or light to caress.

“Ohh…Masaun…”
She was fucking his ardent tongue shamelessly, wanting all he could give her.

And
he gave it to her, sweeping down her slit until she was whimpering, needing the
release he was pushing her hard toward. He was the commander of her lust.

When
he buried his tongue inside her opening not too deep, bypassing all the sensitive
nerves like most men, he stiffened his tongue and stroked just along the wall
there.

Oh
god it was too much for her. Her core began to quake, her thighs started
trembling and the knee of the foot she stood on went weak, causing her leg to
bend.

But
he didn’t stop. Thrusting his tongue in and out, he fucked her pussy, using the
tip of his artistic tongue to brush the toe-curling spot on the front side of
her walls.

“Ahh,
ah, ah, ah…” Like an unintelligent idiot she couldn’t form the words to express
how good Masaun was making her feel. She couldn’t spout seductive phrases to
egg him along further. However, she didn’t need to, Masaun needed no coaching.
Not even a right there, right there.

He
was hitting the perfect spot every time.

The
ear-piercing orgasm he brought her to arched her spine and had her thrashing
against his mouth, needing more and unable to handle what he gave her at the
same time. But he persisted, licking and sucking along her pussy until she was
a limp mess.

After
nipping her hypersensitive clit, he kissed up her stomach as he rose and
lowered her raised leg to the bend of his arm—still keeping her sex available
to whatever he wanted. At her breasts he drew one pebbled tip into his mouth as
he pressed his cock to her pussy and slammed inside.

“Yes!”
the word broke from her mouth. But it was the only thing she could say that
expressed how perfect he felt inside of her, it was what she truly needed, to
feel him fill her.

Sucking
one nipple after the other, he pumped into her hard, precise.

Her
parted thighs allowed her to take him deeper. Squeezing her walls and grinding
her hips, she used all her skills to give him just as much pleasure.

Moving
from her breasts, he lifted his head and gazed at her, his eyes two dark green
pools of lust. His lips were a dark pink and swollen from the fervent attention
he gave to her sex and breasts, making him appear wicked and sensuous.

Leaning
forward, she licked those luscious lips. She traced them and tasted herself on
him.

“You’re
beautiful, in every way, Kindle,” he whispered against her mouth. Angling his
hips, he thrust forward hitting the right spot.

She
had no choice but receive his kind words as his loving seemed to awaken her
very soul.

He
fucked her hard and quick. Soon they were both coming and filling the bathroom
with grunts and moans of satisfaction.

When
they returned to their senses, he kissed her lightly on the mouth and stepped
away. In his gaze was the same wonder, amazement and confusion that she felt.
This interlude was more than just physical attraction. However, what it truly
was she didn’t know and she was afraid at this moment to look any deeper.

She
realized it was past time for her to go.

They
both made haste in bathing, not really speaking more than a few polite words
between them. After such explosive overwhelming climaxes there should not have
been the awkwardness and tension surrounding them, but it was almost palpable.

Masaun
was the first to leave the shower.

She
stayed a little longer while he dried his body and then exited the bathroom.

Finally
turning off the shower, she stepped out. She pulled the second towel off the
warming bar and briskly ran it over her body. After tossing it into the laundry
basket, she looked around his counter for a hairbrush. She caught the sight of
herself in the mirror and her hair was a wreck. It wasn’t only wild around her
head, but frizzy from the steam of the shower. She looked like a mad woman. She
wasn’t sure how Masaun could have called her beautiful in this state.

Before
she could ask Masaun if she could use a brush and where it was, he was there
beside her—dressed in grey slacks. Opening the cabinet at the sink, he removed
a brush. Rising, she thought he would hand it to her, but instead he stepped
behind her.

Gently
he dragged the bristles through her hair until it was tame around her
shoulders. Shocked, she just stood there for a moment. She’d never had any of
her boyfriend’s care for her in such a manner. Who was this man?

A
Dom, her mind answered. But, if that were the only explanation, shouldn’t she
be tending to him instead?

Unsure
and unwilling to delve deeper for the truth, she said, “Thank you.”

His
gaze met hers in the mirror. “You’re welcome. There’s a toothbrush under the
sink.” As if he brushed her hair every day, he returned the item under the sink
and left the cabinet open as he stood and strutted out of the bathroom.

The
pins from her bun were in her suit pocket downstairs and she’d be able to
control the tresses better before leaving his home. Heaven forbid someone see
her and she look like she’d spent the night in a man’s bed being thoroughly
loved and making the walk of shame. However, she didn’t feel embarrassment
about what they had shared.

After
brushing her teeth, she didn’t know what to do with the brush so she set it
down beside the sink. Leaving the bathroom, she rushed through the room,
mumbling to Masaun who was sitting on his bed putting on socks, that she was
going downstairs to get dressed.

At
the closet in the foyer, she put on her clothes.

“I’ll
walk you to your car.”

Startled,
she turned in the process of shoving the last pin in her hair. Masaun was
standing a few steps away from her, dressed in his candy store apparel. One
handsome man, confident and commanding stood before her. She hadn’t even heard
him come down. “That’s not necessary. I need to rush to get home and change.”

“But,
it will be done.”

She
knew better than to argue with him; if she pushed, he might insist in following
her home again. The last thing she needed was for the local reporter to be stalking
her condo this morning and see Masaun pulling into the complex behind her,
watching her walk to her door before driving away. Exhaling, she grabbed her
purse, pulled her cell phone out, and checked the time. Thankfully, it was
barely seven in the morning. She wasn’t expected to meet her team until nine
and court was at ten that morning.

Masaun
unlocked the front door then pulled it open.

The
early morning sun and crisp fall air greeted them.

“Are
we still on for Sunday?” She stood at the end of the walk and glanced at the
man beside her.

“Do
you want us to be?”

Damn,
he was putting the ball in her court. After forgetting herself and not only
falling asleep all night in his arms but having sex with him as well, she would
have preferred he just demand she meet him. That way she could convince herself
that the only reason she came to him was because he commanded her to do it.

However,
now she was going to have to admit that she still wanted their arrangement,
needed it. Even more now than when they had started.

“Yes.”

“Then
I’ll see you Sunday.”

Giving
him a small smile, she went to her car. Once she was behind the wheel, she
noticed the raising of his garage door and him going to his car.

She
thought he had still decided to follow her. She swallowed and backed up.
However, once she made it to the interstate, Masaun honked at her, as he
continued on down Virginia Beach Boulevard.

Merging
into the traffic, she realized her mistake the other day when she had the
genius idea of calling Masaun at the office to disregard his order of not
wearing panties. Evidently, he was an early morning worker as well.

She
sighed, recalling just how he’d punished her.

“I’ll
think twice before doing that again.”

CHAPTER Eleven

“My-y
plans for today?”

“Yes.”
Masaun could hear the hesitation and surprise in her voice.  It was early
Saturday morning and he could guarantee a call from him most likely was the
last thing that Kindle expected. Eight o’clock in the morning was hours before
polite etiquette allowed a phone call to someone else’s home, even someone that
was a family member. However, since Thursday when she drove one direction and
he’d gone another, he’d thought about nothing but her and the next time he
would be able to see her—Sunday. But Sunday had seemed too far away.

She
cleared her throat. He could imagine her physically pulling herself together to
appear controlled and nonchalant. “Nothing much. This is my house cleaning
time, until late afternoon. I’ll probably head into the office to get some trial
work accomplished.”

“Does
your home look like your office?” Masaun stepped to his cabinet and removed a
frying pan to start preparing his breakfast.

“What
do you mean?”

“Neat
and orderly. Everything in its place at all times?” He’d recalled her office
from their first meeting and the second time he’d arrived for her panties.
Nothing on her desk but the file she was working on. Any person that neat
during a hectic trial would have to be like that all the time.

“Maybe.”
She laughed.

Now
he was the one caught off guard. The moments he spent with her were serious
events and he never got to hear her laugh. It was a lovely sound that made him
grin on the other end and strengthened his resolve.

“I
don’t want to interrupt any OCD rituals and schedule you have set for your
life.”

“Hey,
I may resemble that remark…exactly. Thanks to my dad.” The humor in her voice
diminished a little when she spoke of her father.

Something
he’d love to hear more about. “Can you put it off until tomorrow and take a
drive with me today?” He took out a bowl then eggs and vegetables.

“A
drive? Where are you going?”

“Does
the destination affect the outcome of your answer?” His heart beat firmly
against the back of his chest. He wanted to spend the day with her, not in
play, but just getting to know her. A new ground for him, but something he
wanted to explore a little more of, regardless that his mind was telling him it
would make their parting more difficult.

“Um,
no… I guess not.” She paused for a moment. The sound of liquid pouring into
something could be heard.

He
wondered what kind of breakfast she ate on an uneventful morning when she didn’t
have to rush into the office.

“I’ll
do it. Where do you want me to meet—”

“I’ll
pick you up around ten, Kindle. Can you be ready by then?” Leaving the onion
and mushrooms on the counter beside his cutting board, he carried the tomatoes
and kale to the sink to rinse them.

“Yes,
I can.”

It
was his turn to pause. He wasn’t ready to end the conversation, enjoying the
sound of her voice. “Then I’ll see you then.”

Once
he hung up his cell phone, he started preparing his scrambled eggs. Saturday’s
were the easiest days for him to fuel his body with proteins and vitamins that
he needed. Weekdays he consumed one of his protein bars and a piece of fruit
that he kept on hand in the refrigerator at the shop. Every other Saturday,
Sweet opened the store and he got a day off besides Sunday when they were
closed.

He
would have found pleasure inviting Kindle for a brunch, however, he didn’t
trust himself to not have sex with her if she were in his home. It wasn’t that
he didn’t want to be inside of her again. Hell, the morning he slept with her
in his arms all night then made love to her had haunted his days—filling his
mind with lustful memories.

He
wanted to get to know more than just her body, but what made the woman.

~YH~

“Do
I get to discover where we are headed to now?” Kindle asked when he got in
behind the wheel of his car after holding the passenger side door for her.

“No.
Just relax. I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon, but until then…” He smiled at
her.

She
returned the expression.

He
took a moment to admire the pretty black woman beside him. She was dressed in a
blouse, slacks and comfortable shoes, nothing spectacular or impressive, but
she was the loveliest woman to him. Today her hair was down around her shoulders
in soft curls. It was the first time that he’d seen her appear so soft and
feminine.

“You
look beautiful today. Thank you for allowing me the precious time of your
company.”

She
dipped her chin and lowered her gaze briefly to her hands resting on her blazer
in her lap as if shying away from his compliment, then her brown eyes met his.
“You’re welcome. You’re too kind.”

“Just
honest.” He shifted into drive and headed out of the parking lot of her
condominium complex.

They
rode in silence for a moment as he maneuvered the car through the light
Saturday morning traffic in Norfolk.

“I
love fall in the Tidewater area,” she said as they progressed onto the
interstate.

“I
was just thinking the same thing. The tourists that bring the heavy traffic are
home and it makes travel for us locals a lot easier.” 

“Yes,
it does.”

The
two of them fell into a companionable silence as they traveled across the
Monitor-Merrimac Bridge and merged into the I-64 eastbound traffic. Masaun knew
he could have taken a quicker route to the interstate that would lead him to
Richmond, but he wasn’t in any rush to get them to their destination. He wanted
to spend an enjoyable day getting to know the woman beside him.

“So,
besides Sugar Babies, what other kind of candy do you like?”

She
giggled. “Why am I not surprised that the first conversation a candy shop owner
would ask me about is sweets?”

Glancing
at her briefly, he gave her a quick wink.

“How
did you know I like Sugar Babies?”

“The
day I delivered the basket to your office they were the first thing you pulled
out. The only thing I might add and you had two of them.”

He
could feel her gaze on his for a long moment as he kept his focus on the road.
“Surprised?”

“Yes,
I’ll admit it.” She looked away and out of her side window.

Turning,
he noticed she still was staring away from him. He wondered what was going
through her mind, but didn’t ask.

“Caramel.”
Her eyes met his. “I love candy with caramel. Most older type candies I enjoy,
though. What about you?”

“Red
Hots. Anything cinnamon.” He noticed the spark of awareness ignite in her eyes.
He wondered if she was recalling the time he’d handed her a box of Red Hots. It
was the catalyst to their relationship.

“I’m
a spice wimp. I don’t prefer the burn of food and especially not candy.”

“I’ll
try to remember that the next time I prepare a meal for you.”

She
smiled. “Chicken marsala is my favorite, in case you wanted to know.”

He
chuckled and was happy that she didn’t shy away or avoid committing to having
another dinner with him. “Making a note of it. Add steak to yours.”

“I’ll
need a restaurant as well to order it from because my cooking ability is
severely lacking. Unless you’re looking to get some time off from work with a
vacation in a hospital.” She shrugged and grinned, unashamed of her culinary
competence.

The
laugh that broke from his lips was uncontrollable. This humorous side of Kindle
was something new for him to see and he was truly looking forward to
discovering more about the fascinating woman throughout the day.

An
hour later, they arrived at their destination.

“The
Richmond Metro Zoo?” Kindle asked as they drove past the sign.

“I
enjoy them. A big park with animals, there’s nothing better.”

“True.
You do know the Norfolk Zoo is down the street from my house, right?” she
teased.

“Yes,
but then we would not have had the informative drive.” Kindle had shared with
him about almost burning down her college dorm with her terrible cooking skills
when she attempted to bake chicken while studying for exams.

“Hey,
no teasing!” She poked him in the arm.

He
caught her hand before she pulled back and held it for a moment before letting
it go. “Besides, I figured like everyone else in the area, you’ve been there
several times.”

She
looked down at her hands. “Actually, I’ve never been there before.”

“What?”
he asked before he could temper his response. “How’s that possible?”

She
shrugged again, this time with no humor in her gesture. “Work. There just never
seems enough days in the week to do anything else.”

Hearing
the forlorn tone, it almost broke his heart. He understood though how one could
easily become consumed in achieving success, jeopardizing your own social life.
Reaching over, he took her hand, laying his over her slender fingers and gave
her a quick squeeze. Letting her go, he got out of the car and walked around
and opened her door. Wanting to return the levity to their conversation, he
said, “I promise I will not mention your cooking skills again today. Even
though I’m now concerned how you manage to feed yourself on a daily basis.”

Her
gaze glowed with appreciation and relief. She stuck out her tongue at him when
she got out of the car.

They
followed the stream of people headed to the entrance and ticket window.

Fifteen
minutes later, they were inside the zoo with map in hand and starting out on
their route.

“Have
you always wanted to be a lawyer?” he asked as they moved along the path
bordering the first exhibit—flamingos.

“I
don’t know if I ever really thought about being anything else.”

“No
princess, singer or model? Isn’t that what most little girls dream about?”

“As
much as little boys all want to be firemen, pilots and candy shop owners.”

“Ouch.”
They stepped closer to the kangaroo enclosure.

“Honestly,
my father always enjoyed law show videos. Old ones like Perry Mason and
Ironsides. There weren’t many cartoon or silly kid programs in my life. My
father and I would sit and discuss cases after episodes. It was the only time
he wasn’t buried in his research or writing professional reports. I developed a
love for the law. I don’t know anything else that would make me as happy.”

Masaun
listened to her, studied her as she watched the animals. There was something in
her posture as she talked about the times she spent with her father. Instead of
her looking joyous about the reminiscent thoughts, she appeared on edge and
tense. He’d always heard that most little girls were daddy’s girls and he
wondered if Kindle’s love for the legal profession was wrapped up in the attention
and affection she wanted from her father. He was a damn good Dom but he wasn’t
a therapist and was only guessing.

“What
about your mother? She enjoyed the same shows as well?”

She
shoved away from the rail and headed down the lane toward the lemurs. He
followed her, allowed her a little space since it was more than apparent to him
he’d struck a nerve and she needed it. Damned if he knew what the fuck it was
all about.

Kindle
passed one animal viewing post after another. She didn’t stop until she got to
the giraffe habitat. When she just stood there, he slowly stepped up beside
her.

“These
are my favorite animals at the zoo. You’d think as tall as they are, they would
be clumsy, but they’re graceful.” He was willing to change the conversation if
it would help shatter the shell she was building once again around herself. He
could use his skills to push her, force her to open up to him, but he didn’t
want to do that. She was under no obligations, based on their mutual
relationship agreement, to let him into her life or her past. Instead, he
preferred that Kindle desire to share things with him willingly.

“My
mother left when I was very young.” Her voice was low as she stared in the
direction of the giraffes.

However,
he doubted that she saw much of the tall animals. Leaning on the rail beside
her, he waited.

“The
Monday after my eighth birthday, my mother drove me to school as she did every
morning on her way to work. I remember asking her why she wasn’t dressed in her
suit like she always wore, because she was wearing a jean skirt, heels and a
low cut top. She said it was a day off for her. I got excited and asked her if
she would be home when I got there. Normally our neighbor picked me up with her
daughter and I stayed there until my dad got home.” Kindle glanced at him, her
eyes shadowed but shielded, not revealing any emotions.