Trust Me II (45 page)

Creighton walked around to her front and smiled; his fingers caressing
her ribs, up to her sternum before cupping her firm breasts in his hands. He smiled seductively, unfastening the lacy restraint and pushing it down her arms. His smile widened as he tossed the object to the floor with the rest of her clothing, cupped her breasts again, his thumbs brushing the swollen nipples and she gasped in pain, causing him to frown.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m just a bit sore.”

“It’s normal, according to the books. I’ll take it easy on you.”

“Not too easy I hope,”
she blushed. Creighton smiled, walking to the black bag and picked it up.

“Come here,” he told her with a wiggle of his finger
, leading her back toward the bed. Sandra bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from giggling, but did as he commanded. He set the bag on the bed and unzipped the main compartment, removing the wand, the warming gel and the handcuffs.

“Since we don’t have the privilege of
a proper bedframe, we’ll have to improvise. I want you to sit on the end of the bed and spread your legs as wide as you comfortably can.” Sandra did as she was told and smiled when he removed the silver bar, positioning it between her ankles. He cuffed each to the leather strap and adjusted it to the width he desired then moved the two small green chairs from next to the little round table to beside the head of the bed, one on either side. Taking the cuffs he slipped her wrists into them and snugged them down, smiling at her as he kissed her lips briefly.

“You’re going to lay back and I’m going to cuff you the chairs,” he explained. “You will be as secure as if we were in our own bed.” He
eased her down gently then took her arms and stretched them above her head and fastened the other end of the feline cuffs to the back of the chairs. Sandra laid spread out across the bottom half of the bed so her arms were stretched tight, her knees bent over the end of the mattress with her feet spread apart with the metal bar.

“Very nice,” he smiled, pulling his shirt off over his head and unfastening
the button to his pants, but leaving them on. “This trip has been extremely frustrating for you and I think it’s time you just relaxed and allowed me to make things better,” he continued, taking the riding crop out of the bag. Sandra couldn’t resist any more and giggled with excitement.

“I want you to promise, if this is too intense you’ll tell me. Remember, you’re protecting a lot more than your dignity this time.”

“I promise,” she nodded and braced herself as he pulled the mask out of the bag.

“I want you to surrender completely and allow me to take away all the
frustrations, all the anxiety and all the anger that you’ve had to deal with. I want you to come so hard, it cleanses your soul.” He slipped the mask across her eyes and kissed her lips passionately, tasting and teasing until she moaned, then walked to the foot of the bed, chuckling under his breath.

Sandra braced herself as much as possible; she hadn’t realized how heavy the chairs were until she tried to move her arms. She felt the cool liquid as he dribbled it across her breasts, feeling his large warm hands begin to massage it in. As odd as it seemed, the heat made her breasts feel better. She hadn’t realized that they hurt so much until he took her bra off.

“Better?” he asked and she smiled.

“Much, thank you.”

“I don’t mind them getting larger, but I don’t want you to suffer. Just tell me when they start hurting and I’ll be more than happy to massage them for you.”

“Deviant,” she smiled, as he laughed. The liquid was warming up more than her breasts as his hands massaged her ribs, across her waist to
her slightly swollen abdomen. He leaned across her and kissed her stomach before his hands moved down further to her labia, his tongue played with the jewel hanging from her navel.

“Hello baby,” he whispered and she found herself smiling, her eyes filling with tears of joy as he caressed her tummy with one hand, his fingers from the other slipping between her
labia to caress and massage her clitoris.

“
You’re amazing,” he said and she could tell he was smiling. “You’re already wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Anticipation does a lot to girl’s libido,” she teased him.

“That and the internet said most women have unusual sexual fantasies during pregnancy.”

“Is that why I wanted you so badly at my grandparents’ house?”

“Possibly, or because I just made you so horny you couldn’t wait any longer.” Sandra laughed then gasped as the wand turned on and pressed against her wet body. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, turning the speed up. “I love watching you get wet, it makes me so damn hot.”

“I want more,” she demanded bravely.

“What do you want?”

“The glass vibrator, I want it inside me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered and she heard the soft humming as he turned it on and slipped it inside her tight vagina. “Like this?” he asked in a deep, husky tone.

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

“Don’t come yet,” he warned her. “I want you to resist it. You’ve been wound up for days; fight it until it’s impossible. You know you can do it.”

She bit her lower lip and drew a deep breath, amazed that she was actually able to reign in th
e desire to climax. Sandra felt the wand press against her clitoris again as the glass tube continued to pulsate inside her, then the sting of the crop bit into her outer hip causing her moan in surprise.

“Fight it,” he ordered, slapping her again on the opposite side
, the glass tube sending waves of desire to wash over her as the wand moved across her labia. Several long moments passed with the torture of the wand, the bite of the crop and the vibration of the tube. Then the glass cylinder began to move in and out of her in a slow, twisting movement.

“I’ll tell you when to come. I won’t make you wait long.”
His promise was like salve on a wound causing her to squeeze her eyes tighter as her butt cheeks tensed, the crop slapping against her rib cage. He stopped assaulting her abruptly and she felt the crop being tossed on the bed beside her as the wand’s speed increased again, followed by a harder vibration of the glass tube. She felt hot and dizzy and knew she wouldn’t last for long. If she felt frustrated before, it was nothing compared to now.

“A little more,” he told her
. He chuckled when her body began to quiver, her legs tightening as they struggled against the rod, her stomach clenching and her head swimming with the heat and desire of anticipation.

Sandra
moaned loudly as he reached up and pinched her nipples gently; first one and then the other. She was sure he had three hands as he continued to play with her; tormenting her until she was certain she would lose her remaining sanity once and for all.

“No more, please,” she whimpered
, her body quivering, her head spinning. “I can’t take any more. Please, let me come.”

“Let go darling,” he told her in a hushed tone
, the speed on the glass vibrator increasing to its fullest strength. Sandra did as ordered and cried out her release as he caressed and massaged her clitoris with the wand in one hand, opening her labia so he could move the ball to rest against her. His other hand returned to the glass tube, thrusting it quickly in and out, twisting as it came out, and rotating in circles as it went in.

She felt overwhelmed by the demanding feelings raking her body as she came, harder than she could ever remember. Her hands clutched at the chain of the cuffs, her head rolling from side to side.
She needed this, she knew it as soon as she felt it and allowed it to overtake her, consuming her and she embraced the madness of the deep sensations.

Creighton
slowed the wand down ever so slightly, little by little as she continued to absorb the heat of her own release until he stopped it completely and shut off the wand. She felt the bed sag under his weight and realized her legs were free from the bar as he lifted them high in the air, resting them on his strong shoulders.

“You told me the other day to ride you,” he said as he pressed the heat of his penis against her. “Ready to be ridden again?” Sandra smiled and panted, barely coming down from the height of her orgasm as he pressed into her, thrusting against her in long, deep movements. Within seconds she felt the sensations build again and cried out as his hands reached beneath her and raised her hips against him further, taking him in deeper.

Creighton growled savagely, filling her with his own orgasm, his rock hard penis caressed and surrounded by the tight, tense muscles of her vagina. It was a sensation he would never grow tired of and one that took him by surprise, every time they made love. Her body was a temple and he found himself worshiping her, cherishing his time and relishing his release, knowing their desperate pants for air was the reward for the faith and love they shared with each other.

As he slowly came down, he smiled, watching her chest heaving for air, the tip of her tongue reaching out to moisten her dry lips. This was where he belonged. It was in this town two years ago that he first
laid eyes on her, and it was here that he fell hopelessly in love. He had dreamt of a night like this the entire time he watched her at the library, dreamt of her calling out to him as he basked in the heat and glory of her love. He knew in an instant, two years ago, he would never leave her and now that she was his, he silently renewed that promise. She would forever be his and in his arms he would keep her.

Creighton returned to their motel room a short time before lunch, having faxed the makeshift contract he had drawn up between NHT and Debbie Lankly. They had met with her and her father last week and agreed to hire her on as a supervisor-of-sorts to look after the farm and make certain the new ranch hand, Russell Oliver, did the work as he had been hired.

Sandra
told her husband that Debbie and Russell were an item in high school, but she left him when she met Hank. She had fallen in love with his city-slicker attitude and clean shaven appearance and married him shortly after school was finished. A mistake that where the only benefit had been three wonderful children. Creighton contacted Russell and learned he had been doing a variety of odd jobs in order to put food on his table and stay in the town he loved. It took very little persuasion for the man to agree to Creighton’s job offer once he knew who his new supervisor was going to be.

The contract set in place a new life for the single mother and her children, complete with a healthy salary, dental and medical benefits and free lodging at the Stevens’ house. She was to make certain the books balanced, the farm was producing enough produce to make a profit and that Russell was well cared for. Sandra listened to him for over an hour
as he explained the details of
job
as he put it to Debbie and Russell, and had to fight the smile of pride that threatened her composure.

Creighton told
them this was Sandra’s first lesson into the world of high finance and they were to report to her on every detail, making Sandra responsible for keeping NHT’s owner informed of the progress, good or bad. Sandra was certain the couple would do well, though she wasn’t happy that Creighton had sent her on a head spin into his financial life; though she was anxious to make him realize she was willing to do whatever it took to keep him happy. She knew his plans for the farm and for his company in Hoisington would be beneficial to the future and to the town, and she was very proud to be in on the new development from the beginning.

The ground for NHT’s Kansas project had been broken a few days after hiring Debbie Lankly and Russell Oliver and the construction was currently underway.

Their time in Kansas was nearly over and a bittersweet feeling overtook her as she packed for their return trip to England. She was happy to be going back, to start her life as a wife and soon-to-be mother with the man she adored and cherished far more than she ever thought possible, but leaving behind all she had ever known was hard.

Aunt Kissy had given her last year’s phone book with names and addresses of everyone in Hoisington so she could keep in touch with her old friends, and promised to send pictures of their new farm to the older woman once they were settled.

“My solicitors contacted James and Mary this morning,” Creighton said as they sat at the small table in the restaurant next door to the motel, waiting for their lunch to arrive.

“Is something wrong?” Sandra frowned as she sipped her coffee, waving to the young couple who called out a greeting to them.

“No. They wanted to discuss the final details for the agreement on the house in Yorks. Everything has been cleared by Scotland Yard and it’s theirs for the taking.”

“I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for my family,” Sandra said a few minutes later after the waitress had brought their food.

“They are my family now too, remember? I’ve already told you, I take care of those I love.”

“You are a remarkable man, do you know that?” she smiled, watching the soft tint color his cheeks.

“Are you happy?” he asked with a half grin.

“Yes, very much so.”

“Then it was worth the effort. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you smile.”