Secrets Dispatched by Raven McAllan Page A

nipple and began to nip and tease the hard nub.
    Ross held his breath and bit back a groan. Even if she was still asleep, it was such an erotic gesture, his cock was hard and pre-cum slid over it. The soft hand that cupped his balls took his breath away, and as Shane trailed her fingers up his cock to the bulbous head and began to stroke his pre-cum all over it, Ross began to recite the alphabet backwards in an effort not to come there and then.
    “Kitten,” he said in a strangled voice. It sounded so unlike him, even his mother wouldn’t recognize it. Not that his mum would want to under these circumstances. She might be liberal and open-minded but there was such a thing as too much information and right there and then fitted that scenario perfectly.
    Shane tightened her grip, and bent until her hair brushed his groin.
    Ross groaned. “Shane… Wake up, kitten.”
    Boy, he thought he was the sadist, not the masochist. Her lips fastened on his dick and Ross decided he didn’t give a flying fuck what he was. He was going to lie back and think of Australia, England, his cock in her arse, her tied and flying and all things in between.
    Shane circled the head of his cock with her tongue, sucked hard and thrust the tip into the slit.
    He stopped thinking altogether and let his inner senses take over. Every hair on his body stood on end, stung and tingled as he shook and trembled.
    Shane gave a sultry laugh that curled around his heart and made it beat faster.
    “Oh my, Sir likes this, doesn’t he?”
    The mattress dipped as she moved, and took him farther into her mouth. She tightened her lips then grazed her teeth along his length as she slowly released him.
    Each time she repeated the action, more of his dick slid into her mouth and down her throat. Hazily, Ross decided he’d be tickling her tonsils before long, and hoped to hell she didn’t gag. The familiar sensations of his balls tightening and the hard throbbing in his pulse points that spun through him as he was about to come began to hit him hard.
    “Kitten, I’m so close to coming you need to decide to swallow or spit, and fast.” He hoped to hell she understood the tortured words that his seemingly cotton-wool-filled mouth tried to utter. “Sweet sh… Now. Tell me now.”
    Her answer was to suck and tug ever faster.
    Ross gave in and let his cum fill her mouth.
    Shane sucked eagerly, milking every last drop as Ross shuddered and panted, before he finally quietened. Even then she continued to lick his cock, until Ross tugged her hair. Those gentle touches had gone from pleasure, to the pain only associated with being totally sated with no chance of anything else.
    “Enough, kitten. Who’s the sadist here?” He pulled hard on her handful of tresses he held until she gasped.
    “You it seems, Sir. That is almost red.”
    “Rubbish.” Ross didn’t loosen his grip. “If this is nearly red, tell me how you coped earlier. Clothes pegs, for instance?”
    “I was aroused,” Shane said with dignity.
    “And you’re not now? Ohh such a pity, I’ll put the bullet away then, shall I?”
    “Eh?” She lifted her head, unheeding of any extra pain it must have caused, and stared at him. “Do not…. Er, please don’t, Sir. I’ll be a good little kitten and purr for you however you want.” Shane crossed her eyes, screwed up her nose and mouth and gave a very creditable purr.
    Ross laughed.
    “Oh you’ll purr for me all right. On to your back, now.” The speed with which she obeyed almost made him laugh again, but he kept his face straight. Sassy subbie was an understatement. His kitten with claws was more fitting. “Now, little kitten, let’s see how well you can purr, eh?”
    He didn’t wait for an answer before he leaned over and picked up the golden bullet vibrator he’d collected earlier. When he held it up for her to see, Shane wriggled dramatically and covered her eyes with one arm.
    “Oh…my…Sir, I ahm at your merceee.” She peered at him