House Call (Hideaway) by Elyse Scott Read Free Book Online

shuddering breath. ‘Well done, Sam. Very well done.’
He rubbed her back, and poked something cool and soft into her anus. She knew
he was checking to make sure he hadn’t hurt her, and didn’t resist. It slid
out, and there was a moment’s silence as he inspected whatever it was he’d just
taken out of her.
    ‘No
harm done,’ he said. He unshackled her right ankle, and then her left. He undid
the straps pinning her thighs and lower back. When he got to the top of the
bed, he picked up the latex pacifier and held it to her lips. Quiescent, she
accepted the long nipple back into her mouth. Then he uncuffed her hands.
    She
groaned, and he examined each wrist as the thick leather cuffs came off.
    ‘Sore,’
he pronounced, rubbing her wrist. Then his fingertips pressed gently into the
back of her shoulders. ‘Here too, yes?’
    She
nodded.
    ‘You
fought these hard,’ he said, moving the cuffs to the nightstand. ‘I’ll put some
arnica on your arms and shoulders, and on your bottom, when we’re done.’
     ‘Thank
you, Sir.’ She moaned in pleasure and relief as he rubbed her back and shoulder
blades, gently working out the soreness.
    After
a few minutes, he stopped. She gave him a pleading look. ‘Please keep going,
Sir, that felt wonderful.’
    He
smiled. ‘I can keep doing that, or I can go down on you. Which would you
prefer?’
    *
    Wetness
gushed between her legs, and she grinned.
    He
laughed, and reached into the backpack, pulling out a piece of latex that he
rolled over his middle finger. ‘Turn over.’
    She
probably broke some kind of speed record doing so. The pillow under her
buttocks tilted her up, so she could watch as he got comfortable between her
legs. She could only hope not to come instantly.
    He
tried not to let her. His lips were warm and soft as they kissed up the insides
of her thighs, and over her stomach. She ached to take his head in her hands
and force it down there , but appreciated the fact that he was trying to
draw this out as long as he could.
    Finally,
nimble fingers parted her labia, and he buried his face in her sex. His hair
tickled the inside of her thighs.
    He
inhaled deeply. ‘Christ, you smell so sweet.’
    And
then he licked her.
    Her
hips jerked up. ‘Yes…,’ she gasped. ‘More.’
    Her
legs clamped hard either side of his head, and her feet came up to dig into his
back, holding him in place. If he suffocated, well, it would be a noble death
in a worthy cause. His left hand pushed under her, cupping her buttock,
steadying her as he suckled greedily at her clit.
    It
was a good thing the pacifier muffled some of her noise, as his tongue delved
into her wet sex, lapping at her juices. Need prickled and buzzed under her
skin as he noisily drank her in.
    ‘Oh,
God, Sir, please! ’
    ‘Come
on, sweetheart, give it to me,’ he said, his face and mouth smeared with her
arousal. He dipped his head back down, captured her clit, and sucked hard as he
slipped his index finger into her vagina.
    ‘Yes,’ she
said. It came out as a strained whisper.
    His
rubber-covered middle finger probed between her cheeks and into her slickened
anus. Her orgasm would be denied no longer. Bliss shot through every nerve. She
let out a cry, thrusting her hips hard up against his mouth, trying to deepen
the penetration. Fingers, lips, teeth and tongue combined to overwhelm her
senses.
    He
kept suckling and thrusting, gentling his movements as she rode out the waves
of pleasure. Finally, when she lay limp and spent, he lifted his head and
withdrew his fingers. He eased off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom
for a moment. She heard water running, splashing, and a minute later, he was
back, his face and hair damp, the cot on his finger gone. He reached into the
backpack, and pulled out a bottle of water. He bent down and relieved her of
the pacifier, replacing it with the water bottle. As she drank, he inspected
the pacifier, and saw that the latex nipple now bore deep bite