Free Keeping Her by Kelly Lucille Page B

breath.
    “It’s
important for me to know that should this relationship end you won’t become
some crazed stalker with combat training.”  Her little speech would have
been more powerful had she not ended with an arch of her neck and a moan, but what
can you do?
    “Won’t.” 
He growled low, his lips moving up her neck to just beneath her chin.
    “You
won’t become a crazed stalker?”  Clytie found herself unexpectedly on her
back with Demon above her.
    “We
won’t end.”  He said, both hands cupping her face, his weight braced on his
elbows.  He nipped at her lips and she grabbed his arms for stability.
    “We
won’t?”
    “No.” 
Intense and possessive, his eyes were hot enough to brand.
    “OK.”
    “You
aren’t afraid of me.”  More a command than a question it made Clytie smile.
    “If
you say so.”
    “I
do.”
    Her
smile faded and her eyes became serious.  “I missed you.”
    “Good.” 
The wealth of satisfaction in the growled word made her laugh again.  His
marauding lips captured hers, stating with every thrust of his tongue he had missed
her too.
    Clyties
t-shirt and panties disappeared in shreds under his ruthless hands.  She
didn’t have the breath left to protest.  His hands trailed down to capture a
breast, holding it captive for the lips that soon followed.  Clytie arched
with a gasp and moaned his name, her hands clenching into his hair to hold him
in place.
    “Oh
no baby.  I’m driving.”  He clamped his teeth down on the breast in
warning and she yelped even as heated cream pooled in her sex.  She let go
of the death grip she had on his hair and he laved her abused nipple with his
tongue before trying to suck her breast down his throat.  In the mean time,
she was so wet and ready her thighs were slick with it.  Finally, he left
her much-coddled breasts and moved down her body.  When she managed to
lift her eyelids, it was to see Demon on his knees.  Between her thighs,
he held her open at the knees engrossed with the view of her spread out before
him like some pagan offering.
    “So
fucking beautiful.”  He growled.  His eyes finally lifting to meet
hers with a fire scarcely banked.  “Mine baby.”  He cupped her sex
inserting his big finger down to the first knuckle.  She arched with a
cry, loving the way he filled the emptiness he created.  “This is mine.”
    Clytie
might have been able to form some kind of argument against his proprietary
claim but at this moment in time, she couldn’t recall why she’d want to bother.
    “Demon
please.”
    “Did
you touch yourself without me baby?”
    “Did
you?”
    Demon
tsked, “Wrong answer.”  He flipped her over leaving her empty once again and
smacked her ass.
    Clytie
squeaked.  “I am not a child.”  But her independent words lost something
with her head buried in the pillow.
    “Did
you touch yourself?”
    “You
have got to be kidding.”  She growled her frustration.  He spanked her
again.  Not hard, but enough to cause a sting.
    “Wrong
answer, baby.”
    “O.K.
Fine.  No, I worked.”  Between the yearning in her cunt and the pain
in her ass, she needed him.  “I’m not comfortable doing that.”
    “Doing
what baby?”
    What
did she have to do to end this conversation?  She tried to turn over and
received another swat for her troubles.  “Masturbation, you bastard. 
I’ve never been able to do it!”
    Suddenly
she was flipped back over to face a smug and horny Demon kneeling between her
thighs.
    “Good.” 
His hand went back to a proprietary hold on her pussy.  This time he stretched
her tight opening with two fingers.  “From now on the only one who touches
this is me.”
    She
grabbed him by the hair on either side of his ears bringing his face to hers,
and enunciated very clearly.  “Then get on with it.”
    Demon
chuckled.  “Not this time, Baby.  You don’t answer my phone calls or
return my messages.  You refuse my date.”  He nipped her full bottom
lip.