1. Plan C: Chapter 2


    Date: 3/13/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: 1feistykitten, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    protect this little kitten, watch her bloom under his expert touch as she yielded to him. He could picture her now, tied up, spread-eagled on his bed, begging him to let her come. Until now the kiss had been gentle, but the direction of his thoughts and the feel of a woman surrendering to him changed that. Reaching up, he grabbed the back of her head, tilting to the side so he could deepen the kiss. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip until she opened for him willingly. His tongue delved inside and tasted and explored her until he was sure he had died and gone to heaven. She was holding on to his shoulders for support and pressing against him when they both jumped at the sound of a police siren. Cursing under his breath, Grayson knew that the moment was over. They were no longer alone. It was then that he noticed the small woman on his lap wasn’t moving, but just staring straight ahead. The fact that she was breathing heavily showed that she was at least aware of what happened between them. Hearing the police car pull in behind his truck he quickly looked at the tiny woman in his arms and whispered quickly, “Are you okay?” She looked at him, stared him in the eyes, and said nothing. Just stared at him. He started to become a little worried when the officer came over to where they were still sitting on the ground in between the two cars. “Everything okay here, folks?” asked the cop, noticing the shirtless man sitting with a tiny woman sprawled on his lap with blood on her ...
    temple. Then he looked again. “Grayson? Grayson Clark, is that you?” The deputy was a short, balding man with a big round belly that hung below his belt and a friendly smile. When he walked, he swayed from side-to-side, almost as if he couldn't balance himself with his over-extended stomach. His voice was deep, and scratchy. Almost like he was recovering from a bad case of laryngitis. As soon as he recognized Grayson, his smile got bigger and you could tell they were old acquaintances. “Hi, Chuck,” Gray answered with a broad smile. “I was just helping this nice lady change a tire.” He pointed behind him with his thumb, gesturing over to the flat tire adorning the front left side of her car. “Changing a tire?” answered the deputy. “Looked more like you were teaching her something else entirely to me.” He chuckled at his own joke then again noticed the blood and the blank look on the girl’s face. “Hey, what happened? Is she okay?” Concern evident in his voice, which switched over to official mode. He was all business now. “Yeah,” Grayson cleared his throat. “She, uh, tripped, and I was just helping her.” That was when Becca finally reacted. Jumping up she dusted off her jeans. “Yes, officer, I tripped. Clumsy me. I’ll just get that tire so Mr…..um….Clark? can be on his way.” Knowing she was babbling and probably sounding slightly hysterical, she hurried over to the trunk of her car and finished taking the tire out. After wheeling the tire around to the front, she sat in the ...
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