Secrets Dispatched by Raven McAllan Page B

from under her elbow and winked.
    “Minx. You so are, so you’d better remember that.” He switched it on and stroked it across her clit, at the same time as he slowly teased her pussy with one long finger.
    Shane lived up to his pet name for her and purred.
    “Shoot, I like your mercy.” She moved her hips in time to his slow thrusts in her channel, as she raised her butt to encourage him to stroke faster.
    Ross lifted the bullet and she moaned her disappointment. “I need…”
    “ No, I need. I need you to listen and you to obey me. Don’t come, kitten.”
    She mewled. “What?”
    “You heard.” He slapped her pussy mound, just hard enough to sting. “You come when I say, not before. And if I choose to leave you dangling all day, almost there but not quite, then that’s what you’ll do.” He gave her three more stinging taps. Her skin suffused with a rosy glow and her eyes clouded, in the nicest way. With desire. Ross was experienced enough to know the signs. She was more than ready to come, her body would be so sensitive a feather over her clit would push her over the edge. “Do you understand, kitten?”
    He waited for what seemed much longer than the few seconds it actually was, until she bit back a sob.
    “Yes, dammit, yes, Sir.”
    Not quite right, but it would do.
    “Then come, kitten.” He put the bullet back onto her clit, and she screamed. Then shattered and fell apart in his arms.

Chapter Eleven
     
     
     
    There was a very persistent fly buzzing in her ear. Shane muttered under her breath, and tried to sit up. The duvet or something had caught her and tangled her so she was stuck. After some effort she managed to jerk one arm up out of the covers and swatted her hand in the direction of that irritating noise a couple of times.
    “Ooft.” The buzzing stopped and restarted again, softer and more irregular than before.
    Ooft? Flies don’t ooft. Flies buzz and…oops. She opened one eye and twisted her head. Ross was snoring gently next to her, his head a few inches away on the pillow, his arm around her waist, and one leg thrust between hers. No wonder she thought she was stuck. His hard body almost covered hers, making even the slightest movement difficult.
    She spent a few moments just looking at him, and letting the delicious memories of the previous day and night sink in. She really had played and made love to her childhood fantasy. Only now he wasn’t a fantasy. He was the real thing. He looked so peaceful, but still so much a man in charge that her heart skipped a beat. If she hadn’t discovered the urgent need to go to the loo, she could have stayed where she was, just looking at him.
    Well no, not quite true, she admitted to herself. She’d be hard pressed not to twist the whorls of hair sprinkled across his chest around her fingers, and follow the arrow of them that lead ever downwards. And then… Shane groaned. It was no use creating hot and arousing scenarios in her head. She had to go to the loo. Very carefully she lifted Ross’ arm off her middle and put in on the mattress.
    He moaned and muttered something she couldn’t hear and replaced it, via her breasts. Shane considered her situation. No, she couldn’t wait for long. She took a deep breath, lifted his arm, edged carefully to one side so his leg no longer held her fast and rolled off the bed and onto the floor. The rug she landed on slid over the polished floorboards and her elbow met the edge of the bedside table with a clunk. She winced as pain—nasty pain—shot up her arm. “Ouch, shit and bugger, that hurts.” She rolled onto all fours knelt up and rubbed the abused elbow.
    “Shane?” Ross peered down at her. “As much as I love you on your hands and knees or kneeling at my feet, I can’t see you there properly. Did we agree on that early morning protocol?” His voice was sleep filled and innocent, the glint in his eyes was not.
    “Ha, ha, not.” Shane scrambled to her feet and resolutely ignored the