Red Skye at Night (31 page)

“When I first saw you, outside the airport, I just thought you were a sexy little sub and I wanted to fuck you. And the rest, of course. But you’re so much more than that, aren’t you?”

“Am I?” That was not quite the answer I was anticipating. I tilt my face up to meet his eyes, not sure what’s coming now.

“Yes. You’re wise and compassionate, and brave. I don’t just mean about my spankings, the belt and all those things, though they are a part of it. You read people. You seem to know how others are feeling. You care.”

“So do you.”

“I should. They’re my family.”

“Well, you’re right. I do care about those two old people who’ve waited a lifetime. I want everything to be put right, and if we can help, well, I’m up for that.”

“I hear you. And are you up for a long, slow, gentle fuck, because that’s all I reckon I can offer you tonight.”

Ah, back to more familiar territory now.
“I can do better. A long, slow fuck sounds wonderful, but let me do the honors. For once, you can lie back and take it.”

“If you think you’re tying me up…”

“No, no, Sir, I wouldn’t dream of it. And in any case, I’m sure that won’t be necessary.”

“Okay then, little sub. Get on with it.”

I scramble from the bed and start to undress. I take my time, first my top, then my jeans. I remove my bra, but not my knickers, not immediately. I take my time strolling around the room, turning down lamps, folding my clothes, collecting some baby oil from Harry’s bag. He watches me the entire time, growling occasionally. He may be tired, and he may have turned this evening’s sensual entertainment over to me, but he can still intimidate me when he decides to.

I set the baby oil down on the bedside table then start the slow process of undressing Harry. I unbutton his shirt and open it, tracing kisses across his flat nipples. He has a sprinkling of chest hair and I savor this rare opportunity to trail my fingers through it, dragging my nails across his skin.

More growling. I try to ignore that as I ease his shoulders up from the bed to slip his arms from his sleeves. I take the time to fold his shirt and place it with mine, before going to stand at the foot of the bed. I clamber on and up, straddling Harry’s legs. I unfasten his jeans, lower the zip then hook my fingers into the waistband at each side. I make my way backwards, down toward his feet, dragging the denim with me. Harry lifts his hips to let the fabric shift easily, and I draw the jeans down his legs. Soon they are folded with the rest of our stuff.

I straddle him again, my legs on either side of his hips. I rest my weight on him and can feel the heat of his erection through his shorts and my panties. He’s hard—and large. I shiver. This will be so good. I want him inside me now, but I’m determined to take it my time. A long, slow fuck is what I promised, and that’s what I’ll deliver. I lean forward, the tips of my breasts grazing his chest now as I lay my lips across his. He opens his mouth and I explore with my tongue, teasing him as he sucks on my lower lip. Despite this being my show, he rests his hand on my hip, his fingers catching the elastic of my knickers. He tugs on it then lets go, the sharp snap jolting me. I break the kiss to protest, but Harry is all Dom.

“Take these off, girl. Now. Or I’ll rip them off.”

I know better than to argue. My pants are soon on the floor. I had intended to maybe tease Harry a little longer, but one look into his face convinces me I should press on. I slide his boxer shorts down his legs and dump them on top of my underwear. His cock is free and jutting at me, proud and very ready, pre-cum already seeping from the end. I lean forward to lick the droplets away. The sound Harry makes in his throat is less of a growl and more a promise of dire retribution if I don’t make some serious progress—and soon. I take the head of his cock into my mouth, suck on it, gentle at first, then increase the pressure. His hands are in my hair, twisting. He’s hurting me, but it feels wonderful. He reaches to grip the back of my neck, squeezing and forcing my head lower. All pretense at being on top slithers away as I glide into subspace, my mental state responding to Harry’s dominance. The process is effortless.

“Why did you want the baby oil, girl?” Harry’s tone is soft. He relaxes his grip to allow me to lift my head and answer him.

“I wanted to give you a massage, Sir.”

“That sounds nice.”

“May I then? Still?”

He nods. “Front or back?”

“Could you roll onto your front, please, Sir? I’d like to start with your shoulders.”

Harry obliges, settling himself on the pillows, his head cradled on his arms. I lean across and grab the bottle of baby oil before straddling him once more. This time my pussy is in direct contact with the small of his back. I rub myself against him, smearing my wetness across his skin.

“Slut.” Harry’s voice is muffled against the pillow, but the gentle humor is not lost on me. I shimmy against him again.

“Do that again, girl, and all bets are off.” His tone has hardened.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I just…”

“You want to be fucked. Me too. Neither of us is going anywhere so we’ll get to that. First, though, I’ve got some kinks you can work on.”

“You do, Sir? I love your kinks.” I pour a little of the oil into my left palm then put the bottle down before I smear it across both my hands.

“Are you talking dirty to me, sub?”

“I am, Sir. Is that permitted?” I lay my palms on his shoulders and start to rub, large circular motions at first.

“It’s compulsory. Christ, that feels good.”

“I aim to please.”

“You’re on target so far. Shit, can you press a little harder?”

I try to oblige, deepening the pressure and splaying my fingers wide. Harry’s low moan is sufficient confirmation that I’m getting it right. I continue to work my fingers and palms into the smooth, tanned skin, the oil making my touch slick. He’s gleaming, my hands leaving glistening trails on the slippery surface. We’ll both need a shower later.

I take a few minutes to work my way leisurely down his body to his waist, then start on his taut buttocks. So often he’s caressed me here, but this is the first time I’ve really had my hands on him. It feels good, liberating, my submission now acted out in pleasing my Dom. And I am pleasing him. I know this from the sighs and moans and occasional muttered comments. “Holy fuck, Hope” and “Christ, girl, where did you learn that?”

I reach for more oil as I slip my hand between his legs to cup his balls. Harry spreads his thighs a little to allow me access. I shift to kneel between his legs, reaching farther to grasp the shaft of his cock. My hand is slippery, gliding along his solid erection.

“Fuck, girl, you need to make this quick now. I want to come inside you.”

That’s what I want too, but the sensations are overwhelming. This is a heady cocktail of submission laced with the knowledge that I can arouse him with my touch, my actions, my words—just as he does for me. I can’t resist one last slithering caress before I release him and kneel back.

“If you’d like to turn over now, Sir.”

He requires no further urging. I know in my heart if I hadn’t stopped when I did, it would have been out of my hands anyway. Doms don’t allow subs to set the pace in a scene, but he’s been obliging me and I appreciate it. From the dark expression on his face I know he’s reached the limit of his forbearance now. He lies on his back, piercing me with his glare.

“Climb on and take me inside you. Do it slow, and do it now.”

“Yes, Sir.” I position myself, kneeling up to give me the space I need to reach down and place the head of his cock at my entrance.

Harry’s hands are on my waist, his fingers digging into me. I rest my palms on his chest, lean forward slightly to adjust the angle, and sink onto him.

My pussy is already wet, ready for him, but the oil smeared on his cock increases the lubrication. He fills me easily. I rest my weight fully on him, and can feel his cock nudging my cervix. I close my eyes as I rotate my hips slowly, easing the fit and allowing myself the moments I need to reshape around him.

“Don’t move. I’ll tell you when you can.” The command is barked at me.

I go motionless. I can’t disobey when he uses that tone, although my pussy is convulsing of its own accord, beyond my control. He reaches for me, his thumb connecting with my swollen clit. He rubs and I arch, squeezing his length buried deep inside me.

“Keep still. You have permission to come. And, baby, make it quick.”

“Yes, Sir. Oh, oh, Sir. Sir, Sir, Sir…” I let out a strangled moan as he ramps up the pressure, circling my clit then flicking it hard. I’m panting, gasping for oxygen, my head thrown back now as my orgasm bubbles up from almost nowhere. He turns his hand slightly, and takes my clit between his fingers. He pinches it, just once but it hurts. My arousal is peaking. I’m close, very close. I whimper.

“Come for me, girl.” He pinches my swollen nub again.

I cry out, and this time it’s enough to send me over the edge. I hurtle into my climax, my pussy spasming around the solid cock embedded in me. I want to move, to pump up and down, but even locked in the frenzy of orgasm, I hear that low growl that says ‘don’t even think about it’. And I obey.

As the waves of pleasure wash over me and at last begin to ebb away, Harry starts to move, thrusting upwards to drive his cock deep into my cunt. I shudder under the onslaught, still fighting the urge to thrust back. I want to increase the friction, I yearn to intensify the sensation, but I won’t disobey. This may have started with me leading, but Harry’s in full control now. I suppose he always was.

His hands are again at my waist, holding me still for the pounding he’s now delivering, his hips working like a piston to slam his dick into me again and again. I squeal, part pain but more in response to the riot of sensual overload coursing through me.

“Sir, I… Oh. Oh!” My pussy starts to convulse again, a second orgasm just moments away. Harry finds an extra gear from somewhere and drives into me harder still. White light explodes behind my eyes as I come again, the muscles in my pussy gripping him, squeezing tight, then tighter still. He stiffens, gives one last powerful thrust, using his hands to slam my body down onto his, then he holds still as his semen pumps into my hot cunt.

Moments later his fingers relax, he caresses my sides, reaching up to cup my breasts. I groan my appreciation, my head still spinning as my nervous system settles back into its normal rhythm.

“I promised you slow and gentle. Maybe next time.”

“I have no complaints, Sir.”

“Would you say if you did? Dutiful sub that you are?”

I lean forward to kiss him, loving the feeling of fullness as his cock moves and angles inside me. I break the kiss, pressing my forehead to his. “I think you’d know if I wasn’t happy. But I am. Very.”

“Me too. Shower, then sleep?”

“Yes, please. Sir.”

We don’t linger over the shower, unusually for us. I’m almost dead on my feet by the time I flop back onto the bed draped in just a fluffy hotel towel. Harry’s already there, waiting for me. Somehow he manages to pull back the duvet beside him. He rolls me into the cocoon of warm softness and follows me there, spooning behind me. His arm is across my stomach as I drift into contented oblivion.

Chapter Nineteen

Harry’s side of the bed is empty when I awake, though still warm. He can’t be long gone. I prop myself up on my elbow and see that Daisy’s blanket by the door is also unoccupied. There’s an empty cup on the dressing table so he must have helped himself from the tea and coffee provided and gone out for a walk. I’m just thinking how nice a hot cup of coffee would be right now when I spot the cup on my bedside table. I snake out my hand for a quick check. It’s still warm.

God, loving this man is so easy.
I wriggle to a sitting position and lean back against the bedhead to savor my morning hit of caffeine. According to the display on the wall-mounted television, it’s eight forty-seven. I seem to recall they serve breakfast until half past nine, and my stomach is grumbling. Ann-Marie’s sandwiches were chunky and satisfying, but they were a long time ago. I down the rest of my coffee and head for the bathroom.

I’m just pulling my canvas shoes on as Harry returns, a happy Daisy rushing over to greet me. I stop faffing with my laces to give her a hug, her whole body thrashing from side to side with the momentum of her tail. Can this really be the same timid little waif we found out there in the Cairngorm mountains, scavenging to survive?

“Morning, beautiful.” Harry drops a kiss on the top of my head as I put the finishing touches to my laces. “Ready for some breakfast then?”

“Yes. Starving.” I stand and we’re ready to go.

We hold hands as we make our way along the carpeted corridor to the sunny conservatory where they lay out the cereals and such like. I’m looking forward to seeing Angus and Ann-Marie again, and to getting a proper look at Kilmuir, but I’m also conscious that they’ll know Harry has spoken to Ritchie. This is going to be awkward.

“What will you tell them? About your granddad?” I wait until he has chewed his way through his helping of bacon, eggs and the vile black pudding he insists on sampling. He’s still working up to haggis.

“Not sure yet.” He flashes me a quick smile and helps himself to toast.

I wait, but that’s all he’s saying.

* * * *

We arrive back at the bungalow just after ten o’clock. Ann-Marie’s face is at the window. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn she’s been there since first light, waiting for us. Maybe even fearful still that we might not come back. My heart goes out to her, perhaps the real victim in all this.

Angus opens the door, his smiling welcome every bit as genuine if less emotional than his wife’s. The two of them get into the back of my car, and Harry pulls Daisy forward to sit in the footwell in front of him. I drive us the short distance up the road to Kilmuir. I park in the same spot we chose yesterday, and we start to make our way up the hillside. It’s slower going than when Harry and I did it alone, but we adjust our pace to suit. Harry and Angus are ahead, Ann-Marie and I bringing up the rear with Daisy prancing around between us. I have to say, that dog is having a wonderful time and I reflect again on how completely her fortunes have been transformed.