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  “Good girl,” Heron murmured with male satisfaction at her obedience. “Now, come here to me, Little Pussy.”

  Holding her head high, she slowly walked up to him until her nipples were in contact with his ribs. Her head didn’t even reach his shoulders but only to his chest. She had her head bent all the way on her neck in order to meet his eyes. The look in his eyes told her that he was pleased at her obedience, but that he was also quite hungry. She jumped a little when she felt Heron’s large hands cup her buttocks and lightly caress them. Then she moaned when he gave them a hard squeeze, lifting and rotating the rounded cheeks, roughly fondling them. Riley leaned against the sold wall of Heron’s body, feeling her loins heat and tighten again.

  “You’re such a tiny thing, aren’t you,” he murmured.

  Riley could hear his low voice rumbling against her face.

  “My hands span your waist.” He wrapped her waist with his two hands to demonstrate, heightening the awareness in her the vast difference between their body size and strength. “Your back is slender, and delicate.” He trailed a hand up her back. “And, yet, your breasts were made quite large, weren’t they? And your ass, too, were made too big for your body.” His hands swept down back to cup her buttocks. “You’re all tits and ass, aren’t you, Little Pussy?” He bent his head and gave another low, rumbling laugh close to her ear. “You know, I’ve never really went for a woman who was all tits and ass. I always liked my women tall and slender with more subtle curves. So, why do you think, Riley, that your body is doing things to me that no woman’s body has ever done to me? Do you think it’s because you drive me out of my mind with all the other things about you? Like you tight little pussy. Your strange hazel eyes, that are really gray but then have these little flecks of green and yellow in them? And every time they look at me, they always seem to me as if you’re making fun of me, that you find something amusing about me at my expense? Do you think it’s because of your mouth that says things to me that no other woman has ever said to me, daring to tell me that I’m not good enough for your sister, questioning my intentions, making remarks that tells me that you’re laughing at me?”

  Dumbly, her eyes glazed with passion but were a little troubled, Riley shook her head. “But I’m not laughing at you. I don’t mean to make fun of you. I tried to be nice to you whenever we met. I tried hard, for the sake of my sister.”

  Heron nodded his head, his eyes studying her mouth. “But your mouth always got away from you, didn’t it?” He lightly traced her lips that were parted and trembling. “Such pretty lips, too, full, sensuous, made to take a man deep into your mouth. Their only purpose should be to satisfy a man’s appetite for your body, Little Pussy.”

  Heron’s hands moved from her back to cup her breasts. “See how your tits don’t even fit in my hands, they are so round and full.”

  Riley unwillingly looked down to see her breasts being gently manipulated by his hands, and she saw how their large size caused them to spill out of the male hands. And Heron’s hands were bigger than normal with long slender fingers. They were unable to contain even her nipples in their fondling, so that the large dark reddish tips protruded out between his thumbs and index fingers. Seeing her breasts being manhandled in those male hands and her nipples sticking out of them was so arousing that she felt them getting painfully hard. Helplessly, Riley thrust her breasts up to him, her hands reaching up to try to bring his head down to them.

  Heron gave a growling laugh and let her pull his head down to her breast. When he could reach it, he licked her nipple with his tongue, and did it again. Riley gave a small cry and arched up to him, trying to thrust the nipple into his tormenting mouth.

  Heron lifted his eyes to hers. “Yes, with such a body as yours, you were made to be a man’s whore, weren’t you? You were made for this, Riley, to spread your thighs to your man, to give your body wholly to him so that he may enjoy you thoroughly.”

  He suddenly lifted Riley into his arms and laid her on the bed. His hand encircled her breast and raised the nipple to his mouth. When she felt his hot mouth closing over the swollen nipple, Riley gasped with relief as the blood rushed to the tip under his hard mouth, causing her loins to tighten with sexual heat. The she dissolved into shudders, her hands thrust into his hair to hold him fast to her. When he had satisfied his lust on that nipple, he turned his attention to her other neglected one and suckled it just as deeply.

  Heron then turned Riley so that her back was pressed to his front side, lifted her thigh and thrust heavily into her flesh, finding her tight and dripping with her juices. She gave a cry, her body arching, then shuddered when he plunged another few inches of himself inside her, holding her thigh up, massaging them, his fingers flicking over her exposed flesh. As he moved inside Riley, she felt her loins tighten with each drag and pull, and she was wriggling her buttocks in an unwitting effort to alleviate the erotic tension. And she was rewarded with another plunge to her tight glove. She tried to lower her thighs in an instinctive gesture of feminine defense, but Heron lifted the thigh to his mouth and began to bite at her flesh while thrusting into her. Riley shuddered at the small punishment while being ravished.

  Then she felt his entire length completely gloved in her channel, and felt herself stretched by him, her one leg being held by a male hand. She felt herself being obscenely held by him so that she remained open and accessible for him. Heron shifted so that his leg was inserted between hers, and her top one was draped over one long, heavily muscled thigh, keeping her flesh open. With his free hands, he began slow, a gentle exploration of her small, curvaceous body that he was impaling.

  The male hands traveled up her flat stomach, drifted over her ribcage to cup her breasts, and gave them a slow, hard squeeze until her nipples protruded out further, making them tighten with sensual need again. Then Heron leisurely fondled them, squeezing and rotating them.

  He was going to enjoy her, Riley realized with sensual despair. And he was going to take his time, this time, in his enjoyment of her body while taking her again. He was going to explore every inch of her body with his hands and mouth, all the while he was inside her, holding her prisoner while he tested the taste and texture of her.

  Already, her hips were twitching in an automatic attempt for relief, her loins heavy and swollen. She needed to come, but she knew Heron was going to make her wait, and build up the pleasure in her body even higher with his slow, tortuous caresses and kisses, ignoring the writhing of her body and her small cries of pleading and her imploring hands. He would give her sensual assuagement from the erotic tension only when he was ready to give it to her. Or when he himself could no longer hold out from the pleasure.

  Riley moaned when she felt one large hand touch her thick, black bush between her thighs, lightly combing through the short tight curls with his long fingers. All the while, Heron trailed his lips lightly over her cheeks and jaw, his other hand sweeping her long curls to one side to expose her neck. She felt his lips on her neck, his tongue lightly tasting her even as his leg pulled hers further out so that he could slip his fingers into her pussy flesh. Riley’s body jumped in her captivity and trembled. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, holding her breath as she felt Heron’s finger delve between her thick labia, testing her silky texture. The male fingers fluttered over her hard clitoris and slipped further, seeking out the juncture of where her vagina bent, which was stretched vulgarly by him. Heron pressed into the juncture with his finger, pressing against that small bundle of nerves that were already stretched by his penis inside her vagina.

  Riley sobbed as her body writhed at the sharp torment his touch caused. She closed her knees and brought them up to her chest, shaking her head at the intensity of the pleasure. The sudden defensive motion of his captive and her wailing cry galvanized Heron, his penis suddenly surging with sharp pleasure. He gripped her hips and brought her buttocks up to him and began to fuck her hard, the tight heat an agony in his heavy loins. Riley’s own flesh clenched, and she kicked her h
ead back and cried out between gritted teeth, her butt wriggling. She arched her back then bent it trying to dislodge her captor in an desperate attempt to stop the encroachment of further torment inside her. But Heron tightened his grip on her hips and held her fast as he pumped her furiously, his own teeth gritted, sounds of harsh groans coming from his throat.

  Then, Heron managed to regain his control before he had both himself and Riley reach climax. He stopped his deep plunges into her flesh, and held her tightly against him with his arms around her, and stilled his body, willing the fire in his loins to cool for a moment, his penis pulsing in her tight glove, which was also pulsating. Riley’s head laid on its side on the bed, her damp hair partly covering her face as she softly sobbed into the sheet.

  Heron pressed his face into her hair. “Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh,” he whispered.

  He continued to hold Riley in his arms, murmuring comforting words in her hair, until the violent trembling of her body begin to subside and his own body cooled to a dull throbbing. He shifted her until they were lying as before, front to back, he deeply imbedded inside her, his legs controlling hers, his arms around her holding her tightly to him, his hands lightly caressing her curves.

  Then he lifted her top leg and draped it over his arm and delved his hands between her thighs. His fingers found the juncture again. Riley whimpered and tried to wriggle free of his imprisoning arms, desperately trying to close her legs to him. But Heron kept her top leg trapped over his arm, keeping her open for him, his other hand holding her close.

  “Shhhh, Little Pussy,” he murmured in her hair. “I know it’s going to be rough, but I’ll take it slow, hmmmm?” He punctuated his gentling words with small, comforting kisses.

  This time when he touched the juncture, his fingers were light, gentler, but the intensity was still there, and Riley bucked against him, turning her face away to sob softly. Heron touched her again, setting off another wild writhing from the small female in his arms, and he did it again and again. And he began to laugh softly every time she sobbed and shuddered, letting her know that he enjoyed tormenting her with such sensual pleasure while he held her helpless. And then he began to pump into her gently as his finger moved slowly in circular motion over the bundle of nerves at the juncture. Blinding pleasure exploded in Riley’s loins and her hips bucked within their imprisonment, as she sobbed and wailed her heart out, tears gushing from her eyes.

  Heron’s own head lolled back when he felt the swollen heat spreading and intensifying in his loins, deep, male growls beginning to rise out of his throat, his own eyes closing as they grew heavier and heavier.

  He continued to fuck her gently, his finger maintaining the gentle strokes over the bundle of nerves, her small, writhing body completely subdued by his much larger body, her sobs and his own cries and groans wringing in their ears, until she gave a scream and she exploded, and his orgasm seconds after hers.

  If Riley thought that Heron would let her go once the sun had risen high in the sky, she was mistaken. Heron awoke again around noon, and she with him. He got out of bed, needing to get to San Francisco to his office. Had it been any other man, Riley would have been left alone to sleep her exhaustion off. But it seemed, Heron needed to have his shower with her in it. When he turned on the water, he walked back into the bedroom and lifted the still sleeping Riley into his arms and carried her into the shower. When he set her down, he closed his mouth over hers and pulled her into a hard kiss as his hands began to explore her body again.

  The shower turned out to be very long as well as passionate as Heron took Riley over and over, their cries of pleasure ringing in the small enclosure, until she was left exhausted all over again. When he felt himself sated for the time being, Heron wrapped a towel around Riley’s wet hair, and carried her back to the bed. He left her there to sleep while he dressed himself. An hour later, he let himself out of the door and out of the bar.

  Heron had used Riley’s body so hard, so savagely, and for so many hours, that she slept throughout the next day and early evening. When she awoke, at first, she felt confused and disoriented, looking around the room for Heron, then realized he was gone. She felt a moment of panic, something she had never felt when she awoke alone after sex. I belong to him, she thought with despair. I need to be with him.

  She shook her head, shaking the unbidden thoughts from her mind, telling herself that it wasn’t like her to be dramatic, especially over a man.

  The heavy musky scent of sex and sweat that hung forcefully in the small cramped room assailed her nose. She could still smell him, his darkly intimidating male musk that all his own, and as she inhaled the lingering scent, flashes of last night entered her mind, of her on her back on the bed, her legs draped over Heron’s thighs, her snatch full of his great penis that he rutted in and out of her, and she clinging to him with her arms wrapped around tightly to him, her voice hoarse and shuddering as she spoke words to him of sensual pleasure and pleas, her lips pressed against his sweat-slick shoulders, her tongue tasting the saltiness of him, drawing deeply into her lungs his musk, which had been intensely pungent during sex as sweat beaded and slicked his skin.

  And then she had felt her whole body clench and she was forced to take her hungry mouth away from Heron’s body as she threw her head back on the pillow and gave a long, tortured wail as the tension reached apex deep in her loans and broke into a rush of warm pleasure, reducing her body to violent shudders, while her lover was straining over her, plunging into her repeatedly as he reached his own orgasm. She remembered with some shame feeling her juices flood out of her even as Heron was plundering her flesh and spilling his own warm fluid into her

  As their bodies settled, Heron had lifted her thighs and parted them and proceeded to gently lick her pussy flesh clean, taking his time to be thorough, his fingers delicately pulling back the puffy protective petals that were still red and swollen from his repeated use so that he could cleanse every nook and cranny of her silken flesh, disturbing in his efforts hidden nerve endings. Oddly, as he licked her clean, Riley felt cosseted and adored.

  He rose over her, and she thought he had meant fall asleep, which would have provided her much needed respite. Before she realized what was happening, Heron parted her thighs and thrust his penis into her channel. Riley cried out as her loins clenched sharply with heat and sudden tension, and as he plunged repeatedly inside her, she could feel herself milking him all over again with her juices and feel the juices flowing out of her and bathing her pussy flesh, the flesh that he had just cleaned. And his dark musk filled her nostrils all over again as he fucked her.

  Remembering, Riley felt the desire hard and fiery between her flesh that she had to lie back down on the bed. She touched a finger to her pussy and stroked it, imagining it was Heron’s long fingers that were touching her, readying her for his possession.

  Realizing that she was about to masturbate while fantasizing about her sex with Heron, she sat up again, and covered her face with her hands.

  “Dear God, what have I done?” she whispered.

  She couldn’t help but feel a little horrified over last night. Although the sex between she and Heron had been explosive, it had been all for the wrong reason, and so many reasons why last night had been wrong, the most damaging reason being that more than likely Heron had used her sexually as revenge for what he felt was her breaking up his engagement with her sister. And she had let him use her. Even worse, had encouraged him. And he was her brother-in-law.

  Riley gave a painful laugh as she remembered what her sister had said about sex with Heron. What had she said? That he had been so gentle, considerate, patient in bed with her, making sure that she was comfortable with what he was doing, concerned more about her pleasure than his own. A complete gentlemen.

  The Heron who had taken Roberta’s sister to bed had been no gentlemen. And he had not been patient, or gentle, or considerate. The man who had been caring when having sex with Roberta had been ruthless, demanding, and hungry when laying his han
ds on her sister. He had especially been hungry. He had been unheeding of her cries or her pleas when she had been in the most violent throes of erotic pleasure at his hands, her whole body straining for relief. He had been far from considerate as he took her over and over, not letting her rest and recover from the last orgasm before fucking her all over again.

  Riley’s method of handling something that she didn’t know what to make of was not to think about it. And that was how she handled her night with Heron. She did not think anything more about the wild sex that they had throughout the night and into the late morning. She did not think about what that night meant, to her or to Heron. She decided to consider that night as she would a freak accident, something that happened out of the blue, and something that will never happen again, or be rarely visited in memory. Never mind that it was she who had chased him.

  She especially did not want to remember the torrent of sharp, almost painful pleasure that had racked her body over and over as Heron held her fast to him while plunging that long, thick penis inside her repeatedly, making her cry and scratch, and scream and sob until her body exploded and the awful tension inside her dissolved into a warm flood. Nor did she want to remember how her breath hitched and her heart beat faster and harder with just one touch from him, and that she could so completely lose all sense of her surrounding, sense of decency, self respect when he looked at her with that hard sexual heat in his dark eyes. And how she loved it when she felt those large, strong hands of his cradling her naked buttocks, roughly fondling them, even when in front of a crowd. She didn’t want to remember any of that.

  After she awoke that morning, finding herself alone and Heron gone, she continued her life as she had before that night, running her bar and overseeing the sexual liaisons between her club members, and visiting and having dinner with her friends and family as she always had.