HAWT MEN IN AND OUT OF UNIFORM
Attacked, kidnapped, and held against her will, Clara Smith managed to survive a psychopath and his games. But the past is coming back to haunt her and the other women from those horribly dark days. There’s only one man she could ever trust to look out for her, and when he’s assigned to watch over her she’s hoping they can get beyond the pain from their past.
Elliott Timmons will always protect Clara no matter what the cost to him. He did it ten years ago, and he’s about to do it again. With his best friend and teammate Craig Yoshi watching his back again, he’s going to do whatever it takes to protect Clara from the newest threat, and maybe heal the wounds still haunting them both.
While Craig doesn’t know the indescribably beautiful Clara as well as his friend, he senses an indomitable spirit he wants in his life. Now all they have to do is survive what comes next.
“Geez,” he breathed out. She heard something wet hit the tile. A quick look showed he’d slammed a hand out to the wall. His other hand pushed into her hair to hold onto the strands tightly while she sucked on his cock.
If she could have smiled she would have. As it was she just used her tongue, swirling it around his cockhead, and moved her head so that she could suck up and down on his cock. While she teased him and worked his beautiful dick her hand moved to his balls and began to gently caress them, teasing them and playing with them. She sucked hard the harder he tugged her hair, and eased when he eased on her hair.
“Holy hell woman,” he got out with a long groan. “You have a fantastic mouth,” he told her. He was panting slightly, his hand tightening in her hair even more as he began to rock his hips to push his cock further into her mouth.
She was glad that he was enjoying this because she was. She moved on his cock like it was a lollipop, licking and sucking and teasing his balls while she did so. It was when she began to moan that she dropped her other hand to her clit and began to rub at the tight bundle of nerves. God help her but just doing this to Craig had her close, had her ready to come and she was just getting started.
He tugged on her hair hard enough to pull her off his cock. “Up now,” he said in a rough tone. He moved slightly and turned her to face the wall. “Bend over, ass in the air, legs apart and brace yourself. Now.”
Clara knew that tone. It was Craig’s Dom tone and she would gladly do anything that he told her to do in that moment. She got into position as he told her, her ass sticking out in the air for him, and waited. She didn’t speak, just waited.
Craig smoothed a hand over her ass, down over her thigh, and lightly over her pussy. The touch disappeared for a moment, and then his hand came down over her ass hard. He slapped her ass again, and then a couple more times, each a little harder than the last.
Clara moaned and pushed back against his hand. Her head dropped and she whimpered. Finally she licked her lips and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.” He was in that mode. It hadn’t had to be said because she knew it. They had all spent the last couple of weeks getting to know each other inside and out and this was only one aspect of what she had learned.
“You are most welcome, Clara,” he said while stroking a finger lightly between her buttocks. “Would you like more?” he asked her. His finger was rubbing against her anus gently but never dipped down to where she was aching.
“Yes, please, Sir.” She didn’t hold her breath. Instead she held onto the knowledge that soon he would be taking her to heaven and she would love every single moment of it. “Anything that you wish to give me, Sir.”
His hand landed harder on her ass in six sharp slaps to various parts of her bottom so no two slaps were in the same place. When he was done he lightly stroked her skin while she squirmed slightly under his touch. He gave her another six hard slaps, enough that her ass was tingling, and warm.
“Thank you, Sir, that’s so very nice.” She was whimpering. God she wanted to reach down and touch her clit. She wanted to rub that little bundle of nerves so that she could climax. She was just on the edge. She was riding the ridge of her release but couldn’t go over, not without Craig with her.
He smoothed his hand slowly up her back, and then back down. Craig moved it down between her buttocks, between her folds, and he lightly brushed her clit. Not enough to get her off, but definitely enough to have her curling her toes in desperate need.
“Please, Sir,” she whispered and widened her thighs just a bit more. “That feels so good.” His touch, everything, all of it. “Again, please touch my clit again.” She needed more, “Please, Sir, fill me up.” She broke. She had to have him, now.
“You are not in charge here,” he said in a firm tone. His hand landed on her ass again harder, though. He rained a number of slaps to her ass, warming it up until she was ready to explode from her orgasm. But it still wasn’t enough, she needed more stimulation.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She knew she wasn’t in charge, she knew that she shouldn’t have said that but she hadn’t been able to help herself. She was so close. “I’m sorry, Sir, this body is yours to control. Yours to give pleasure to.” Because he always would, without a shadow of a doubt he would always ensure she was sated.
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Born in the mid-seventies Honor has always had a love for the written word. Whether she is reading a book from another author or writing a story of her own, she is always letting her mind expand and delve into possibilities. It all started off as scribbles for her, then a phase of poetry before she found her true calling in the erotic paranormal genre where her imagination is only limit.
Since beginning her journey as a published author in 2012 Honor says she has learned a great deal about herself and writing. She believes that it’s a never-ending journey, the mind always wanting to learn and to grow. With that comes a better skill and smoothness to her writing she’s discovered and begun to enjoy more with each story she creates.
Thankfully, as she puts it, she has a job that gives her plenty of opportunity to write whatever comes to mind with very few interruptions. Her biggest supporters are, as always, her family. Her two children and her husband are continuously providing her with laughter and joy, making the time she takes to write a little bit easier. Without them and their support she knows she wouldn’t be half the author she is today.