The Pleasures of Summer (30 page)

Flynn began to whisk the little flogger over her skin, from her calves up her thighs and ass to her back and shoulders. It started off light and teasing, causing little
sparkles of awareness to flicker with each movement of his wrist. As the strokes got harder, the sparkles became hotter, each one a tiny sting, but she didn’t want him to stop.

It seemed he heard her silent plea, because Flynn increased the intensity until she was consumed by the feeling of the flogger, and had forgotten about the hood. Eyes closed, all she felt was the hot, rhythmic sting. She sank into its embrace, allowing herself to feel without thinking.

Flynn’s voice startled her. ‘Of course, the beauty of a soft flail like this is that you can use it anywhere on the body.’ That was the only warning she got before it stroked in between her legs, flicking her clit as it went.

‘Ahh!’ It wasn’t painful, but the shock of it made her rear up. Flynn’s hand kept her in position. Each tap of the little flogger against her clit was hot and sharp and arousing. She had no idea if she wanted it to stop or go on forever.

Flynn made the decision for her. He stopped and instead ran his hands up and down her body. Now his hands felt cool compared to her hot skin, but undeniably tempting.

Without even thinking about it, she parted her knees when his hands got to her bottom. She desperately needed those skilled hands where she was aching most. Knowing fingers explored her dripping pussy. Summer shifted her hips backwards, trying to impale herself on them.

‘You’re so wet,’ he said. ‘Which is good.’

She heard tearing, and hoped he was opening a condom. Please, please, let it be a condom. But no, those
fingers were back at her weeping pussy, and she felt something being slipped inside.

For a few seconds, nothing happened, then she felt a change. Whatever it was, it was growing! It fizzed and pressed against the inside of her aching channel. ‘What is it?’ she gasped.

‘Half an Alka-Seltzer.’ There was no mistaking the grin in his voice. ‘Like it?’

She tightened against the strange feeling, and it got stronger. ‘I’m not sure.’ She twisted her hips a little, but the fizzing got more obvious.

‘Then I hope you’ll like this.’ He pushed something else inside her.

The cold of an ice-cube was almost enough to trigger her into orgasm. She gasped, hands uselessly clutching empty air as her focus was all on her pussy.

The ice melted, and suddenly the fizzing became so loud she could hear it even through the hood. A series of tiny electric shocks flooded her pussy. She was out of control, gasping and moaning and completely unable to resist the orgasm that swept over her.

Flynn’s fingers on her aching clit made it deeper and stronger, until it finally passed, leaving her a boneless mass of satisfaction. She had a hazy thought that she could stay like that forever, then a vague astonished realization she still wore the hood. How amazing that she had forgotten about it.

She was still floating when Flynn lifted her off the stool. He hugged her tightly, allowing her to relax against his strength. She was mildly astonished to notice that he was still fully clothed. How remarkable that after all that, he
was still dressed. She leaned against him, relishing the heavy thump of his heart under her cheek. Even through the hood, she could feel it.

‘That was amazing,’ she said.

‘And we’re not finished yet,’ he told her. ‘That was only the appetizer.’

Her lassitude vanished. ‘That’s good. I still have room for a main course.’

Flynn lifted her off her feet and settled her down on a pile of quilts in front of the fire. She was limp with pleasure, and not going to argue with anything he suggested. All those years of wondering what kinky sex would be like were being answered in a way that made her wonder why she had waited so long.

She sprawled shamelessly in front of him, uncaring that she was naked and hadn’t seen a salon since she left London. With Flynn, she felt free.

‘After the sweet, the sting,’ he said, and before she could ask what he meant, something rough swept down between her breasts.

Summer jerked. ‘What is that?’

He chuckled. ‘It’s your hairbrush. Like it? All natural bristle.’ He brushed it across the tips of her nipples. It sent a miniature shock through her.

‘I’m not sure.’ Her over-sensitized nerves didn’t know if they loved or hated what he was doing.

‘Then try this.’ This time, it was something soft and gentle that whisked down her body. Her flail again? She purred in reaction.

The hairbrush was pulled up the inside of her thigh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, just before Flynn’s mouth
fastened on her neck. The heat of it twisted something deep inside her. She fought against the rope at her waist, frantic to touch him.

He raised his head. ‘Naughty, naughty. I’m driving.’ Without warning, something smacked down on her thigh, hot and stringing. ‘A hairbrush has two sides, you know.’ Then his mouth was sliding down her neck to her collarbone.

She gave herself up to his talented mouth, and was panting eagerly when he raised his head.

‘Just one more thing,’ he said. He moved down her body. She caught a hint of a new smell, one that overrode the gun oil of her hood, before something cold touched the hood of her clit.

It was only cold for a few seconds, then it got hotter and hotter. ‘What is it?’ she cried. Surely he wasn’t going to hurt her.

‘It’s tiger balm.’ She could hear the smile in his voice. ‘Great for post-workout rubdowns. And for naughty girls.’

The heat expanded and blossomed. She twisted and moaned, trying to contain it. Her entire body was dominated by her clit. ‘Ouch, that’s hot.’

‘It’s supposed to be. Don’t you like it?’

She hated to admit it, but she did. Her pussy was on fire, desperate for Flynn. His hand on her stomach stopped her writhing. ‘Stay still and enjoy the feeling.’

‘Are you kidding me?’ she panted, struggling against him but unable to move away from that strong hand. Her clit tingled, driving her almost insane. She couldn’t tell if she liked or hated it. Then Flynn’s mouth on her breast decided her. She loved it.

His teeth closed on her nipple, the pressure just this side of pain. Despite herself, her pussy clenched and she lifted her hips, begging wordlessly for him to touch her.

‘Fuck me. Please.’ Nothing mattered in the world except what he was doing to her.

‘You know better than that,’ he said, but he moved again.

She heard a lid unscrewing, then his broad shoulders were between her thighs. She widened them more, giving him better access. At this stage, she didn’t care what he did, as long as he did something to put out the fire blazing in her belly.

The coolness of the liquid over her clit was a shock, but before she could pull away, his hot mouth was there, licking and sucking. The heat of the tiger balm dissipated into a warm tingle, and the sweep of his tongue drove her mindless.

‘Yes, yes, please, keep doing that,’ she wept.

‘Oh, I’ll do more.’

Without warning, she felt long fingers sliding inside her, even as that relentless mouth kept up the delicious torture. She moved down, trying to increase the pressure, but his shoulders stopped her.

Then those fingers moved, opening and twisting inside her. Every pressure point Summer owned was under assault. She had forgotten how to breathe, how to speak. Her mind was incapable of words, but it didn’t matter. Flynn kept up the suction even as his skilled fingers tormented her from inside.

It was too much. Her entire body seized in an orgasm that knocked out all thought. She was vaguely aware that
she was screaming as she came again and again while Flynn urged her on for one more.

She convulsed, out of control, as her lungs emptied and the red behind her eyelids was lit by silver sparkles.

When she returned to earth, she was wrapped in Flynn’s arms, the hood was gone and her body was still throbbing. He kissed her hot forehead. ‘Still afraid of the dark?’

She smiled. ‘What dark?’

Summer drained the last of her morning coffee. ‘So, what’s on the agenda for today? Hunting, fishing? Oh, please say it’s shooting.’ She batted her eyelashes at him in an exaggerated gesture.

‘That attitude could get you into a lot of trouble.’

Flynn sounded as if he meant it and she was almost tempted to push him to see how far he would go. Would he restrain her again? What other games did Flynn like to play? A small shiver of excitement raced up her spine when she remembered all the things they had done.

‘You won’t be getting within twenty feet of a gun.’

Summer pouted at him and he scowled.

‘I thought we’d discuss your current security profile and see how we can improve it.’

‘Huh?’ That wasn’t exactly what she’d had in mind. Some fishing, maybe a short hike, but not a meeting. ‘The security system at the house is pretty good now and –’

‘I’m not speaking about the house. I’m talking about your own personal security. How you behave when you’re out.’

‘I know how to avoid the paps.’ Before Adam, avoiding the paparazzi was the biggest complication in her life. But since the photographs were published she had encountered her fair share of weirdoes.

‘How can you tell that they’re paparazzi and not something more dangerous?’

She had no smart answer for that one. The incident last December had caused her father to install the new security system and for weeks afterwards he barely let her leave the house. Summer shifted uncomfortably in her chair. ‘You mean what happened last Christmas? I don’t remember much about it.’

She had no description, no licence plate number, nothing to show the police that she had been stopped except a damaged car and a few bruises. They probably wouldn’t have taken her seriously at all, if it wasn’t for the off-duty fireman who stopped at the scene. He had been too busy helping her to pay much attention to the van driving away.

‘I read the report. You knew you were being followed, but you didn’t go to the police, you didn’t call anyone. You could have been kidnapped, or worse.’

There was no answer to that so she stayed quiet.

‘I’ll speak to Niall about organizing a defensive driving course when we leave. We’ll also work on some counter-ambush and hijack drills.’

They were getting out of here? Summer’s smile of delight was short-lived when Flynn added, ‘But for now we’ll work on what you should do if the worst happens. The most important thing to remember is that 80 per cent of abductions take place from your home, a hotel where you’re staying or a friend’s home.’

‘So, the places that I feel the safest …’

‘Are the ones where you’re in the most danger,’ he finished. ‘You have a good security system in your home, but it’s only good if you use it properly. Make sure that all of your household are security aware. Incidentally, you have a very high turnover of staff at the house. Why is that?
You can’t be that difficult to work for – and the fringe benefits are stunning.’

The accompanying grin softened his words but Summer felt a small prick of guilt about the dark-haired housemaid. She hadn’t seen her since the day she’d pulled that naked stunt at the pool with one of the bodyguards. ‘I don’t know,’ she confessed. ‘Malcolm takes care of all that.’

She didn’t need Flynn’s frustrated sigh to know it sounded as if she didn’t know what was going on in her own home.

‘Summer, you should know. Everyone new in your home is a potential threat. I’ll speak to Malcolm when we return to London. Now, let’s go outside. There’s no reason why we can’t get some exercise while we’re talking.’

The man was obsessed with exercise. Her personal trainer wasn’t as enthusiastic as Flynn. Grumbling under her breath, Summer pulled on her shoes and grabbed a sweater. Her muscles were still aching from the previous day.

Instead of heading towards the loch, Flynn took the path for the hills. She hadn’t been in the forest since her escape attempt. The day was cooler and the cobalt blue sky had been replaced by misty grey clouds. She wouldn’t be surprised if it rained. Bloody Scottish summer.

‘We’ll start with the dangers of social media.’

Summer almost giggled and stumbled on a tree root. Hearing Flynn say the words
social media
with such obvious disdain, was almost as entertaining as listening to a talking dog.

‘Is that part of a series of lectures?’ she asked innocently. ‘Along with the dangers of drugs and alcohol.’

Flynn grunted. ‘I am serious. How many friends do you have on Facebook and Twitter?’

‘I’ve no idea, eighteen or nineteen hundred, I think.’ It was probably a lot more but she couldn’t remember the last time she had checked.

‘And how many of them have you had coffee with in the past month?’

Ouch
. Flynn had a way of getting right to the point. Lots of them were friends of friends of friends. How was she supposed to keep up with them? ‘Maybe a dozen.’

‘So, you regularly let a bunch of complete strangers know where you’re going to be every evening and who you’re going to be with.’

Put like that, she was a kidnap victim in training. ‘But I need to –’