Rich Promise
A Totally Bound Publication
Rich Promise
ISBN #
978-1-78430-255-9
©Copyright Ashe Barker 2014
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2014
Edited by Sarah Smeaton
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Melting
and a
Sexometer
of
3.
A Richness of Swallows
RICH PROMISE
Ashe Barker
Book three in the A Richness of Swallows serial
Her secrets stripped bare, only the truth remains. Will it be enough?
Happy, secure, contented with her new life in the rugged West Yorkshire moorland, Summer has everything she could wish for. A Dominant lover she adores and who treasures her, a wonderful job, a new home, friends. She’s respected, liked. Even loved. And above all, she’s safe.
Desperate to share her hard-won security with her younger sisters, Summer starts to lay plans to bring them to Yorkshire to live with her. But this will take time and require careful negotiation. Above all she can’t risk destroying everything by letting anyone learn of her sordid past. Least of all Dan.
But suddenly matters are taken out of her hands. Time has run out and she needs to act, and act now if she is to offer her sisters the safe haven they need. Desperate still to keep her secrets, she has no choice but to deceive Dan.
But how will she accomplish this without the knowledge of her friends, her new employer, and the angry, stern Dom bent on delivering discipline and retribution?
Dedication
This book is dedicated to John and to Hannah—and to Elsie.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Body Shop: L’Oréal S.A.
Pizza Hut: Yum! Brands, Inc.
Land Rover Discovery: Jaguar Land Rover Automotive PLC
Oscar: Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences
Child Benefit: Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs
National Trust: National Trust for Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty
iPad: Apple, Inc.
Porsche: Porsche AG
Skype: Microsoft Corporation
Chapter One
I step back to lean against the solid, tiled wall, Dan’s warm, wet chest pressing against me, pinning me in place. I reach up to loop my hands around his neck, abandoning any questions for now, simply caught up in the joy of seeing him again. Dan’s tongue slips between my lips, and I open to welcome him. His hands are on my bum, lifting me up to straddle him. I wrap my legs around his waist, loving the solid nudge of his cock against my pussy.
“I want to fuck you. Now. Are you ready for me?”
“I’ve been ready for over a week. Do it.”
“I need a condom.”
“No, do it now. I’m on the pill.”
No more words, I squeal as he enters me, hard and fast.
“Christ, Summer, you feel good. So tight.”
“More, please…”
“More, please,
Sir
…” He punctuates his words with sharp thrusts, slamming me against the tiles with each stroke.
“Sir, Sir,
Sir!
” I scream as he fucks me, clinging onto his shoulders with my hands, my ankles locked together at the small of his back. Every thrust is perfectly angled to hit my G-spot. He knows the geography of my body so well.
“This won’t take long. Are you close?”
“Yes, Sir, I think…”
“Not close enough.” He reaches between us to stroke my clit, sending my pussy into ecstatic spasming.
I squeeze down, gripping him hard, my heels drumming against his buttocks to encourage him to go harder, faster, deeper.
“Now. It’s now, Sir. Oh God…”
“Come for me, Summer. That’s it. I want you to unravel. Now.”
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, Sir…” My orgasm hits me, catapults me into a rhythmic, pulsing release as Dan continues to pound into me, his cock thick and solid, filling me completely.
“Holy fuck, girl. So hot, so tight…” His curse is accompanied by one last, deep, driving thrust, then he holds still, his body rigid as the hot wash of his semen spurts inside me.
Neither of us speaks for several moments. The only sounds are the constant splashing of the water as it streams over our heads and shoulders, and the harsh whisper of labored breathing. I hang onto Dan, my body wrapped around his. He doesn’t withdraw, just lowers his hands to form a seat under my bum, taking my weight as he turns to lean his back against the tiles.
“Welcome home, Sir.” I manage to whisper the belated greeting, my words muffled against his slick shoulder.
“It’s nice to see you too. Do you want to see blood tests? Proof I’m clean?”
“What? We’re both clean. We’re in the shower, for heaven’s sake.”
“Unprotected sex, girl. A risky business. And I’m normally more risk averse than this.”
I bury my face in his shoulder. “Me too, Sir. I don’t know what came over me.”
“It was me, and I came in you. That’s the problem.”
“I don’t think it
is
a problem, Sir. I won’t get pregnant. I trust your word. And I swear to you I’ve never done this before…”
“Okay. I trust you too. So, have you been good while I was gone?”
“Yes, Sir. I think so.”
“Pity. Still, I daresay I can come up with some reason to spank you.”
“Would you do it just because I asked you, Sir? I’d say please. I’ll kneel and everything.”
He chuckles, the sound low and sexy. My toes curl, and my pussy clenches around his still semi-erect cock.
“Oh yes, you’ll kneel for me, girl. And you’ll say please very nicely. And will you thank me too? Afterwards?”
“Of course, Sir. Would you like me on my knees now?” I nuzzle his shoulder, and I’m seriously considering licking his nipple. I wonder if it would have the same effect it has on me?
One way to find out.
“What a tempting prospect, you slutty girl. And Christ, that feels good…” He shifts and flexes as I flick his hard, flat nipple with the tip of my tongue. My ministrations don’t entirely distract him though. “But no, not quite yet. First I’m going to wash your hair for you, and rub lather all over your gorgeous body. Then I’ll rinse you. And after that, you can go and kneel in the middle of that perfectly splendid bed of yours and wait for me there. You chose well, by the way, love. I like it.”
“Me too. Did you bring rope?” I do hope so. My pussy is already starting to respond to his wicked suggestions
“Of course. I said I would. Have I ever not delivered on a promise? Red silk rope, as agreed. And peppermint oil.”
“Oh.”
“I think you mean, Oh,
Sir
…?”
“I do. I’m sorry, Sir. Will the oil sting?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Will I like it?”
He shrugs. “Perhaps. But you’ll like pleasing me, I think. And I’m going to love watching you wriggle around as I spread it on your clit.”
I glance up at him, in time to see his eyes narrow. He sucks in his breath on a mock sympathetic hiss and my pussy clenches again, this time in self-defense. Dan chuckles again.
“Keep on doing that, little slut, and we’ll never get out of here.” He lifts me from his cock, holding me until I lower my legs and get my balance again. “Now, stand still, and tilt your head back.”
The next couple of minutes are spent washing my hair, conditioning it and applying my best Body Shop mango scented shower gel to every part of me. Eva presented me with a gift set by way of celebrating my new home, and the matching talc is gracing my bathroom windowsill. I inhale the rich, fruity aroma, presenting my body on request, extending first one arm, then the other. I lift each leg in turn as Dan crouches beside me to wash my feet. He’s efficient, coolly matter-of-fact, as no inch of my skin is left untouched. He even instructs me to lean forward against the tiles and lift my bum up for him. He washes between my folds, rinsing away the semen and my own juices before gently inserting a slick finger into my anus.
I gasp, but say nothing. He pushes his finger all the way in, treats me to a couple of quick thrusts before pulling it out. I glance over my shoulder, uncertain what to expect next. He just smiles at me as he washes his hands, his actions slow and deliberate.
“Open your legs, girl.”
I do it, wrapping my hands around the pipework as he inserts two fingers into my pussy.
“Sir, I… Thank you.” I squeeze around him, lifting my bum higher.
“You like this?”
“Yes, yes, Sir. Very much.”
“Are you intending to come?”
“I’d like to, Sir.”
“Maybe later. For now, we’ll settle for rinsing this gunk away.” He withdraws his fingers and reaches for the shower head. He directs the spray right at my wide open pussy, swilling away any remaining semen. It would seem that my cunt is cleansed to his satisfaction as he turns his attention to my clit.
I grit my teeth, the recollection of his instructions not to climax still vivid. This is not easy. I groan as my pleasure builds.
“Ouch.” I flinch as a hard slap lands on my bum.
“Just to remind you to pay attention and not get carried away.”
“I apologize, Sir.”
“Apology accepted, little sub. Stand straight now while I finish rinsing you off.”
He directs the spray all over me, the last traces of shower gel and conditioner swirling in the bottom of the shower cubicle before disappearing. At last content, he replaces the shower head in its bracket.
