Page 243 of The Heart You Kept

I’m dripping wet, swollen and so ready to come.

“Sharp sting,” he murmurs. “Relax.”

I feel the hardness of the butt plug nudge my back entrance and I close my eyes as he slides it in deep.

I see stars…as my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh, yes,” he breathes. “My dirty girl loves it here.” He pulls it out and slides it back in. “Doesn’t she?” He bends and kisses my behind and I quiver, the orgasm so close I can nearly taste it.

“Don’t even think about it.” He rearranges me on the stool, I’m bent over, completely at his mercy, and he nudges his tip through my weeping lips.

He slowly slides his thick cock deep into my sex and the air leaves my lungs. In this position with a large butt plug firmly in place…. Taking all of him feels impossible.

My senses are so heightened that every move has me quivering, shaking at the knees as I try to hold myself up.

He pulls out and pushes back in and a deep moan leaves my body like an earthquake and he picks up the pace and I feel the sharp sting of a slap to my cheek.

Dear god…I’m in heaven.

The ceiling spins as we pant, staring up at it.

Both covered in oil, gasping for air, and completely spent. He’s had me every which way, in every position known to man, and damn, it feels like we’ve run a marathon.

We’ve been fucking for hours.

He looks over at me, his chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath. “You should hydrate.”

I bubble up a surprised giggle. “No shit.”

DARKNESS

Meanwhile…. Alora’s house.

2 a.m.….

I slowly open the gate and quietly close it behind me. I creep down the side of the house and once at the back door, put the mini flashlight into my mouth and shine it onto the lock. My hands clad in black leather gloves, I grab the tension wrench and begin to pick it. The lock doesn’t budge, and I take out my glass cutters but then think better of it. No. Then someone will notice.

I go back to picking the lock and with ten more minutes of maneuvering, the door clicks open. I slink inside and close it behind me, relocking it on my way.

I’m in….

Carefully taking off my backpack, I slowly unzip it and grab the plans of the house. I shine my torch to see them, looking between the wall in question and the plans, I finally locate what I’m looking for. The wall-to-wall bookcase.

My hands run over the moldings on the front of the bookcase but I don’t feel what I’m looking for. I shine my torch on the plans again, it should be just…. I feel behind the books to more molding.

Nothing.

Restudying the plans, I notice I’m on the wrong side.

Ahh….

I change sides and feel around the molding and it clicks, that’s it.

I push it hard and it gives way, it still works. Slowly I pull the entire wall of shelving toward me to reveal a hidden staircase.

A satisfied smile creeps across my face, I walk in, close the hidden door behind me before hitting the lock button.

I shine my torch up the staircase, it’s musty and the air is heavy and dense. This secret part of the house, uninhabited for decades.