His Word...Destiny ~ Book Three in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Destiny

Book Three in the Trusted Saga

Release date : Available now (purchase link under "BOOKS" heading)

EXCERPT ...

When I opened the door, my cock twitched eagerly, and a broad grin stretched across my lips. Oh, yeah---she’s followed them to a tee. Lit candles surrounded the room, the flames dancing enticingly, and casting a seductive gentle glow, silhouetting dim flickering shadows around the walls of the cabin.

Angelica was kneeling dutifully in front of the Chesterfield at the edge of the large rug, exactly how I’d instructed her to be.

A shiver of anticipation rushed down my spine, and I knew it wasn’t entirely from the coolness in the room. I have to light the fire---she’s got to be freezing by now. But the vision of her kneeling down on the rug captivated me. Her creamy breasts invitingly full, and pillowed at the top of the white corset---together with the white lacy stand-alone stockings, and six inch stilettos strapped around her ankles, were in striking contrast to her smooth, honeyed skin, and her black-as-night hair flowing softly down her back.

My gaze raked down to the ends of her hair hanging just below her buttocks, and the emerald, and diamond clips scattered through her long locks glittered in the flickering candlelight.

The image she presented had a devastating effect. I felt as if the air had been knocked right out of me. I set the basket containing our food down on the floor, and strode over to stand beside her.

My chest tightened crazily when she turned her head, and smiled up at me. Using one finger, I placed it under her chin, and tilted her face up. Lowering my face, I brushed her lips with mine, intending only to give her a tender, but brief, gentle kiss as a prelude of what was to come after I’d lit the fire.

But once my lips covered hers, I became greedy. The urge to claim her mouth overwhelmed any other thought in my head, and I ate at her like a famished man sitting in front of a feast.

When she whimpered erotically, I deepened the kiss. My tongue swooped over hers, and elicited more of those erotic moans I loved hearing erupt from the depths of her throat.

Showing remarkable restraint, I reluctantly pulled away from her sweet warm lips. It was only then I noticed her quivering. Is she cold, or horny? Probably both, I decided with a grin, judging from the sounds of her pants, and the deepening glaze of her emerald eyes.

“I’m going to light the fire, Baby. I need to keep you warm.” Once I had the fire lit, and going strong enough I could leave it, I moved her closer to absorb the warmth starting to radiate from the swirling flames, and retrieved the basket from inside the front door.

After we’d eaten the delicious assortment of fine seafood and meats, cheeses, and salad, the urge to satisfy my other hunger took control. Removing the remnants of our meal, along with the basket, I took a seat on the couch.

“Come here,” I tapped the floor in front of my chair between my legs with one foot, and placed a plump pillow down for her to sit on. She raised one eyebrow, but crawled over to sit on the cushion. I didn’t ask her to crawl, but the vision of her doing so, hardened me like a rock. That’s one stipulation I’m going to insist upon---one of the first rules on my list---to crawl, slowly---that’s one vision worth prolonging.

Although the girls had done a beautiful job placing the clips in her hair, I wanted that shit tied up for what I had in mind tonight. And the way they’d placed them just wouldn’t do. I began taking them out, explaining to her what I was doing.

“I love your hair, Angelica, but tonight, it needs to be out of my way, and I require it done my way.”

“I didn’t know you wanted it up, Levi. The girls would have done it somehow if that’s how you wanted it.” She misunderstood me.

“No, Baby. Today, it was perfect. Tonight, it needs to be out of my way.”

I separated her hair into three equal parts at either side of her head, and French-braided each section, wrapping it around the loose hair at the back of her head forming a sort of pony tail, before securing the section with one of the smaller diamond clips. I repeated it, until all six sections were braided, and tightly secured. “That feels so good---I love my hair being played with.” Gathering the remainder of her hair together, I efficiently twisted it up, until it was fastened at the top of her head with the large clip. Her long slender neck was now exposed to me. The little pulse in the hollow at the base of her throat was beating strongly, and if I wasn’t mistaken, it had also increased in tempo slightly. I placed my hands gently around her throat, and used my thumbs to stroke along either side of her spine.

“Turn around, and kneel---just like I told you.” She rose without thinking about her actions, turned, and knelt down on top of the pillow. All I had to do was lean down slightly to capture her lips. I kissed her slowly, moving my lips gently over hers. They parted, inviting me in. My tongue didn’t need any further invitation, plunging in, and stroking through her mouth with confidence. Strong. Unrelenting. Passionate. Demanding her lips, and tongue, reciprocate.

She began to breathe more rapidly, her tongue dueling with mine with more fervor as her arousal increased. I knew she was already wet for me. If I dipped my finger down through her soft folds, I knew I’d find them juicy.

Just the thought of it made my cock leap in my lap, pushing against the fabric of my trousers. I want a taste. No. I need to taste her.

“Stand up.” She appeared a little dazed as I drew my mouth away so abruptly, and I prodded her to do as I’d asked by placing my hands beneath her elbows, raising her to stand in front of me. My mouth watered when the scent of her arousal played deliciously around my nostrils, and I breathed deeply. “Closer.” I parted my legs further to enable her to stand right up between them, with her knees touching against the edge of the Chesterfield I was sitting on. No panties. That’s my good girl.

Reaching around her hips, I grasped the cheeks of her ass with both of my hands, kneading the fleshy rounds in my palms, squeezing them, and pulling her delicate softness to my face.

Her petal soft flesh was so close, I saw the slick wetness of her building excitement. The outer lips of her pussy glistened with moisture, and I inhaled deeply once again. Her scent was so addictive. So fucking sweet. I placed one hand on her inside thigh, urging her to move it apart from the other, until it was wide enough for me to access.

One long sweep of my tongue through the entire length of her juicy slit, procured so much of her sweet crème, I was almost mesmerized. Until I felt her hands run through my hair, and grasp handfuls of it at the back of my head.

I can’t have that. I immediately grabbed both her hands from around my head, and drew them back to fold behind her back, using one hand to keep them tethered, while I drew back to let her see how disappointed I was. She was looking down at me, utterly confused.

“Wait right there. Don’t move.” I let go, and scooted around her to retrieve something I’d put in the drawers of our room. She’s either going to like it, or she’s not.

She was still confused, and maybe a little hurt, when I came back in, but she was still standing where I’d left her. Her eyes gradually widened when she saw what it was I’d brought out of our room.

“Are you serious?” she asked incredulously as her gaze flicked down to what I was holding in my hand, before returning to look me in the eye.

“Yes,” I answered simply. She stood for a moment with a look of indecision on her face. I saw a flicker of fear cross through her eyes as she looked down again at what I had in my hands. I also saw the trust she placed in me when she met my gaze, and nodded. The praise automatically left my lips. “Good girl.” She met my gaze instantly, and for a brief second, I thought she was going to change her mind. But she remained still, although seemingly a little cautious now. “Hands behind your back.” She reluctantly, and very slowly, moved her arms so they wound behind her, and I wasted no time fastening the joined black leather cuffs around each of her wrists.

A gentle grin crossed my lips when I saw her tentatively test their strength of hold. Her wrists were pulling gently at first, but then with more vigor. With the thickness of the cuffs, and the double strength stitching between, she could pull as much as she liked. I knew they wouldn’t give one single millimeter of movement.

“Levi?” There was a small amount of fear evident in her questioning voice.

“Trust me---I won’t hurt you.” I rubbed my palms calmly up and down her arms, and leaned in to lightly nip her on the back of her neck with my teeth. Her skin goosed up, and she trembled. Good. I stood closer, pushing my body along the back of her, and wrapped one arm around the top of her chest, resting it along her collarbone, and grasping her shoulder. With my lips beside her ear, I told her what I was going to do, but first I knew I was going to have to allay her fear. “I’m going to blindfold you.” She responded as I expected she would. I felt her back stiffen, so I pushed harder along her body, and increased the hold around her with my arm. I also felt her hands clench into fists on my thighs. Her breathing became a little more ragged. Fuck. Is she going to have a panic attack? “There is nothing to fear, Angelica---I give you my word.” I knew that was the secret.

She paused, still stiff, and she held her breath longer than I thought she would, before she shakily exhaled, and slowly unfurled her clenched fists, stretching her fingers out, until both her palms rested along my thigh. But her back, and shoulders were still ram-rod straight.

I kept my body hard up against her back, while I reached into my pocket, and pulled out the blindfold. Her breathing increased exponentially as I brought it up to her face, her body trembling with mounting fear as I covered her eyes, and fastened it quickly, and efficiently behind her head. I took hold of both her shoulders, maintaining full body contact behind her.

“I’ve given you my word,” I reminded her. She drew in a shuddery breath at my stern reminder whispered in her ear. I kissed along the back of her neck, nipping, and scraping my teeth against her skin, using my tongue to lick, and suck, until her trembles decreased, and the tempo of her breathing changed from the fear incited rasping one’s she’d begun with, to the long drawn out sensual one’s I was hearing now. Her shoulders relaxed, and her posture slackened a little. I pulled away from her, but maintained my touch with my hands trailing down her upper arms.

“Levi?”

“I’m going to move you.” She nodded, and I turned her to walk her closer to the fire’s warmth, halting her when she reached the middle of the warm soft rug. “Kneel down.” She twisted her head slightly to the side, and her lips parted, ready to question my directive. “Angelica--kneel down.” Her lips closed, and she haltingly lowered down to her knees. I let go of her upper arms, and went to fetch the cushion she was kneeling on in front of the Chesterfield.

“Levi?” Her tone raised an octave, clearly indicating her rising anxiety.

“I’m still here.” She gasped, sucking in a stuttered breath. I dropped the plump cushion down to the rug in front of her kneeling form, pushing it out a little with my foot, aligning it with precision to comfortably cater for her head, and shoulders when she leaned forward in the position I wanted her to present for me. I grasped her shoulders again, and she jumped slightly at my unexpected touch. “Bend forward---There’s a cushion on the floor in front of you. It will cushion, and support your head, and shoulders.” She started to shuffle her knees back, and I immediately stopped her. “No---just the upper half of you forward---that pretty little ass of yours is to remain up in the air.” She tensed up. Fuck it. I shouldn’t have said it that way. My lips tightened in a grim line, and I could have kicked myself when I saw she’d also clamped her knees tightly together after my demanding comment.

I forced myself to remain calm, chastising myself for letting my mouth run away from me. Think before you speak, fuckwit. If I pushed her too far, too early, it will only have a detrimental effect on the eventual outcome I wanted to achieve. One I desperately wanted.

I wanted to teach her the erotic raptures her body can create, the heights of ecstasy she can reach, the earth-shattering orgasms that can rock through her as she climaxes, and the hidden pleasures, and desires she was yet to uncover about herself. But her past experience at Buchanan’s hands had tainted that for her. Her glimpse into my world has been unpleasant, to say the least. Her view clouded with pain, and confusion.

I need to be patient with her, to let her know Buchanan’s treatment of her was not the rule, but rather the exception. She needs to know being with me is certainly nothing like she experienced with him. She will always come first. Always. I gritted my teeth, and took a long calming breath.

“Angelica---be a good girl, and uncross your ankles. Move your legs apart, in line with your hips.” Her lips were pressed together in a thin line. I edged my foot in between her lower legs, urging her to comply with my command. She was starting to become agitated, her tethered wrists twisting, and twitching. I knelt down next to her, and placed my hand firmly on her back. She stilled. “Follow my instructions,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to show you how well I know your body. Please, do as I’ve asked.”

“Levi---you’re scaring me.” The tremor in her voice was unmistakable. She was scared. I moved to reassure her. I ran my hand slowly along her back, down to her bare buttocks, palming one cheek in my hand, and squeezing the plump flesh. The urge to raise my hand, and bring it down hard to watch her flesh redden, was hard to keep in check. A lot harder than I thought it would be. She would be extremely unresponsive to that at the moment.

“Angelica---you’re my wife now.” I stilled my hand on her back when her spine started to stiffen once again, knowing she was about to get all pissed off with what I just said. “Shh---I’m not saying that to assert my authority as your husband, and I do not expect you to do as I say, because I am.” I kept stroking the palm of my hand over her bare ass to keep her calm, and quiet. “I know you think I’m ordering you to do something to pleasure me. What you don’t understand is that I’m asking you to do these things, in order to show you how I can pleasure you.” I let my hand run down in the valley between the cheeks of her ass, and let one finger dip in, and separate her plump little pussy lips to slide through her juices. She was so slick, I groaned in appreciation, before I refocused. “You need to clear your mind, and let your body guide you.” I inserted one finger in her tight little channel, and she clenched around me so tightly, I had to insert it to the hilt. “Jesus---you’re so fucking tight.” Her greedy hot, wet little sheath sucked my finger in. I just had to add another. “And so fucking wet,” I groaned quietly again. After seating my fingers, I flicked them up inside her, over that sweet little spot I knew she responded well to. Her crème warmly coated my two fingers. As I thrust in, and out of her juicy little pussy, she started backing up, meeting my thrusts with a gentle push of her hips.

“That’s it---let your body guide you.” I placed the pad of my thumb on her clit, rubbing in firm circles. She met my thrusting fingers with more vigor. Her crème coated my fingers so liberally, it was dripping slowly down, and pooling in the top of my palm.

The slapping sound of my hand against her opening as I thrust my fingers rhythmically up inside her, echoed through the cabin, interrupted only by the crackle of the fire, and my whispered words of encouragement. I increased the tempo when I heard her quiet whimpers. There was a light sheen of perspiration scattered over the flesh at the nape of her neck, and little beads were forming above her top lip.

She was panting roughly now, and I knew it wasn’t going to be long, before I drew out the first of many orgasms I wanted to give her tonight. I kept up my glowing words of encouragement, whispering them to her as she began to writhe under my hand.

“Ah---oh, God.” She was so close. I pumped faster, harder, my two fingers stroking her inside wall, seeking that sweet spot with practiced accuracy with every thrust. I used my whole arm as I thrust, abandoning her clit from my thumb when her crème oozed out in a torrent, coating the palm of my hand as it slapped against her needy, swollen labia. I read the signs her body gave me, and knew I had to make my move now. Using the thumb, and forefinger on my free hand, I pinched her hard little clit firmly between them, and squeezed.

“Oh---My---God---ahhhhh.” Her reaction was so much better than I anticipated. Her tight walls sucked me in, rippling over my fingers so deliciously, they drowned my hand in her warm juices as she writhed, and jerked through her orgasm. Her hands clenched into tight fists where they were joined behind her arching back as her body jolted. Her face was half buried in the cushion beneath her cheek, and she turned further into it, still coming, still shuddering, while she gasped for air.

Fuck. My little firecracker! I eased my fingers out of her, dragging them down through her labia, and flicking over her hardened, swollen clit, pleasurably jolting her muscles as each fingertip moved over it. I continued slowly rubbing back, and forth over her clit, enjoying the jolting movements of her body with each pass, until she gasped, and begged me to stop.

“Levi---please---too much.” Her hands were no longer clenched so tightly, but they weren’t open, although she was flexing her fingers slightly. I frowned, and placed my hand firmly in the small of her back, just above her tied hands.

“Do you think you can sit up?” I grasped her upper arms, and helped ease her up, until she was sitting with her butt resting on the heels of her feet. Her chest was still expanding, and contracting from the brutal force of her climax, and the little hollow at the base of her throat was pumping furiously. She was a little unsteady, seemingly light-headed.

“You, okay?” Her face was flushed a beautiful shade of crimson, and a slow smile crept along her luscious lips.

“That was amazing.” Her breasts had spilled over the top of her corset from the position I had her in, and they rose, and jutted out as she took a huge lung full of air. Her nipples were puckered so hard, so tempting, I couldn’t resist lowering my head, and sucking one into my mouth. “Oh...” She jumped, but didn’t pull away. My tongue circled her hardened peak, suckling on it, and pulling on it so hard, my cheeks hollowed. Her languorous groan caused a flash of desire to course through my rock hard cock, until it was throbbing so painfully, I knew if I didn’t do something about it, I would be paying for it for days. This is not how I saw tonight panning out. My traitorous body wanted its release. Where in the fuck has my control gone? Out the fucking window it seemed.

“Can you stand?” With a nod of her head, I helped her up. Those heels were now going to be greatly appreciated. Stepping up to her back, my hard cock pressed along the upper part of her ass cheek, and I rocked my hips against her. “Bend forward for me, legs apart.” She parted her legs, planting her feet firmly in a stance just passed the alignment of her hips, and bent forward with her back straight. I put one hand firmly between her shoulder blades. “Further.” She lowered a little further down. “That’s enough,” I growled, stopping her. She was at the perfect angle.

Unbuttoning, and unzipping the front of my pants, I pushed aside the two halves, and dove my hand in, swiftly pulling out my hard, and extremely needy cock. Widening my own stance, and bending my knees slightly, enabled me to lower down enough to her height thanks to those gorgeous heels I had her wear. Taking a firm hold of my shaft, I slowly rubbed the smooth head of my cock up, and down between the lips of her slick pussy that she presented so nicely for me. Passing through her slippery slit more than once coated me with her crème so liberally, that when I positioned at her entrance, I didn’t have to flex my hips, or push too hard to slip in, and penetrate through her tight resistance, and slide up inside her. Once the head of my throbbing cock was seated inside her, she greedily sucked me in, clenching around me so tightly, I couldn’t stem the satisfied groan from leaving my lips.

“Oh, fuck---you’re like a fucking furnace.” I slid in to the root, and ground hard against her. Grabbing onto the mid-joined section of her leather cuffs with one hand, I pulled one of her ass cheeks away with the other, rocking her back, and forth with the hand wrapped around the cuffs. I used my hold on her cuffs to control her movements, having her fuck my cock so slowly, I was mesmerized watching her greedy wet cunt suck me in, before withdrawing equally as slowly, her cream along the length of my cock glistening in the candle light. So warm. So creamy. So fucking tight. I’m fucking an angel straight from heaven.

The walls of her warm, dark haven began to ripple over the length of me. Delicious waves of muscle squeezing me so hard, so fast---encouraging me to spill my seed. Fuck---Webber. Concentrate! Clenching my jaw, and closing my eyes helped me center---helped me focus. Then she started to whimper. Those sensual little noises played havoc with my senses. My lids opened, and my gaze was immediately drawn back to watching my cock disappear up inside her. She was so creamy, the base of my cock was covered with her juices, and my balls were soaking. Moist, and wet, slapping against the top of her slit. I knew they were slapping directly on her clit from her moans. Those squelching fucking noises made my cock surge inside her, eliciting an erotic groan from deep in the back of her throat. Fuck. When she started to buck back against me, I threw what little self-control I still had left, out the fucking window to join that which had already deserted me, and fucked her hard.

Pulling on her tied wrists, I slammed into her, my balls slapping against her clit so hard, she cried out as she shuddered, and clenched around me, making my cock swell, and surge to breaking point. My thumb hovered over her puckered asshole, and when I felt my own climax building to the point of no return, I shoved my thumb into her tight second hole. She cried out anew, her own climax prolonged from the insertion of my thumb, her cunt rippling so hard along my swollen cock, while her ass clenched around my thumb, I gave myself over, letting her milk my seed to spill hard, and fast right up inside her---filling her up as I stilled, my buttocks clenched uncomfortably, and my thighs tensed so hard, I was on the brink of cramping.

No, no, no---no cramping…fuck! Shit---I was still coming. Not as forceful as the first shooting pump, but no less gratifying. I was in two minds whether I should pull out, or not. But the deepening tenseness in my thigh was burning, and I started to feel the first onset of the stinging pain of my cramp. Fuck! I pulled out so abruptly, Angelica almost fell flat on her face, and I had to grapple to grab hold of her cuffs to stop her face planting into the rug.

“Levi?” she cried out in alarm. Through clenched teeth, I tried to reassure her.

“Sorry, Baby---starting to cramp.” Still holding her tethered wrists with one hand, I tried rubbing my thigh with my other hand, trying desperately to alleviate the cramp that was starting to grip harder, and harder. “Ahhhh. Fuck!” I dropped to the floor, gripping my thigh hard, and rubbing the hardened muscle as best I could. “Baby---kneel down…I have to unbuckle you.” I tried to help her stagger down with both hands, but had to settle for using one when my cramp gripped tighter.

“Ahhhh!” I was rubbing furiously, and trying to unbuckle her wrists one-handed at the same time. She wasn’t helping matters when she started giggling. “Not funny, Angelica!” I bit out. I finally managed to unbuckle one wrist, and had to use both my hands to rub out my damn cramp. “Baby---get your blindfold off, and unbuckle your other wrist for me---I’m occupied at the moment.” I was clenching my teeth together so hard, my jaw was aching. Rubbing my thigh now with both hands, so fast, so furiously, the friction was causing my skin to heat unbearably.

I was so pre-occupied with rubbing out my cramp, I didn’t take any notice of Angelica---until her slender hands tried to take over where I was digging my thumbs into the top of my cramping thigh. I looked up, and met her gaze with pain registering in my eyes, to find her smirking, and giggling, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Let me help you, Levi.” She started massaging, swatting my large hands away when I tried to help her with the massage. Her shoulders still shook with giggles as she rubbed, and massaged my hard thigh, eventually easing the spasm, ceasing the cramp, and the pain. “Better?” she cocked an eyebrow up as she continued to smirk.

“Yes. Thank you. You can stop laughing now,” I grumbled. Not how I wanted the evening to pan out---At all. She knelt up on her knees, and leaned in, placing her hands on either side of my face, an amused smirk still twitching on her lips. I gave her my “not-impressed” stare, but her grin just widened as she brought her lips to brush over mine.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. But it was funny,” she shrugged, and smiled. “But---apart from that little incident---thank you for one of the best nights of my life.” I held her gaze as she sat back on her heels.

“The night didn’t quite go how I’d planned it in my head.” Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Really?” I smirked back at her.

“Yeah---Really!” She wriggled her ass on her heels, and her brow immediately creased in a slight frown.

“Shit!” Her face reddened, and her hand went between her legs, cupping her sex. It was my turn to smirk, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Gravity sucks, huh?” I grinned. She blushed even more as she shifted. I started to laugh at her predicament, knowing how much I’d pumped up inside her when I’d cum. But the smile soon left my face. My gaze was drawn to her hand between her legs, moving forward slowly, and I watched intently as she used her fingers to scoop up the creamy results of our tryst. What in the fuck? I sat spell-bound---utterly gob smacked as she brought her hand up to her mouth, and used her tongue to lick along the entire length of her palm, before she stuck her fingers in her mouth, and sucked on them. Holy. Fucking. Shit. My cock sprang up, and started to thicken as the blood began pumping furiously back down to my groin, a slow steady grin spreading across my face as a wickedly evil gleam grew in her eyes. My naughty, naughty little girl. I fucking loved it. I reached out, and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her roughly to me, and claimed her lips hungrily.

The night ended up greatly surpassing what I’d planned, without further props I originally thought I’d use.

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