The Locked Heart: A BDSM Romance by Thacher Christina

Author:Thacher, Christina [Thacher, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: Erotica
ISBN: 2940013843202
Publisher: Harmony Road Press
Published: 2011-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

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After an early lunch, they went to the library, which doubled as a den. It was paneled, lined with books, and had French doors leading to its own terrace overlooking the woods. There was a large sectional sofa and two leather chairs that looked like they’d been there for years. The East Coast football games had already started when Damien clicked on the widescreen TV.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

Darby had stupidly assumed they’d left Dom-land, so she hesitated for what felt like an inexcusably long moment before pulling off her clothes. She looked at Damien, worried that he’d be annoyed.

“No, you’re not in trouble. I just like a naked girl to play with while I’m watching grown men tackle each other.”

She sighed in relief.

At his signal, she joined him on the sofa. He tugged her down sideways on his lap, piling up cushions behind her back so that she could recline comfortably and still see the TV.

At first, Damien stroked her torso lightly, his hands pausing occasionally on her breasts, her ribs, the swell of her tummy. Darby relaxed when she concluded that it wasn’t going to be a sexy session after all.

Then there was a commercial break, and Damien bent over to suck a nipple into his mouth. They were still tender from the session in the playroom, so even his casual use of lips and tongue were causing her to feel that familiar urge to touch herself. She curved her left hand around his knee instead, holding on as though it was an anchor, fixed and safe in a storm. She left her right hand on top of the cushions at the back of the sofa where she could clutch the thick upholstery when she needed to.

The commercials ended and Damien stopped playing with her nipples. Darby relaxed again.

The next commercial break was worse. He resumed his fun with her breasts and put his right hand at the junction of her thighs. He pushed her outside leg off the sofa entirely and hitched her other knee up so that he could push that leg out of his way. Her slick folds were open to him, and those devilish fingers played with every surface, indentation, and nerve center.

It was a relief when the game resumed even if she couldn’t entirely relax.

Halfway through the next commercial break Darby had a horrid thought. Halftime.

Sure enough, when the first half ended, Damien muted the TV.

“I don’t need to hear the analysts, do you?” he asked wickedly.

“Don’t you want to see what’s going on in the other early game?”

“There’s only one game on now, I’m afraid.” He smiled his Dom smile as he rearranged Darby’s body so he could get out from under her ass.

She was splayed out on the cushions when he stood up and considered her pose. He moved her around so her ass was nearly hanging off the front of the sofa.

“That should do,” he murmured as he lowered himself to the antique rug, pushing the coffee table out of the way.

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