United and Dangerous by Cherie Benjamin (the speed reading book .TXT) 📕

"Wow, then we need to get them here as soon as possible." Ara said.

"I will make the call, and then we are going to finish what we started before we were interrupted."  Kane replied, quickly giving her a kiss. 

After a quick call to Anthony and Monica, plans were made to get them to New York on the next flight out.  Kane strode into the bedroom to find Ara on the bed in an extremely erotic playsuit.  The suit was constructed of layers upon layers of crimson red lace, a peek-a boo quarter cup bra, with a side-split skirt and inner suspenders that were attached to sheer red topped silk stockings. 

She was on full delectable display in the middle of the bed.  He could feel his cock hardening and dripping with want.  As soon as he walked in the room, she motioned with her finger to come over to the bed.  As he neared, she put up her hand to stop him. 

Ara was really hoping that he would play along with what she had in mind.  Earlier, when he had allowed her to take control, it had been such a turn on.  She hoped that they could continue with what they started.  "Remove all of your clothes and position yourself on your back in the middle of the bed."  Ara commanded.

Kane swallowed hard, fuck, she was going to play.  He couldn't wait to see what she had in mind.  He quickly began removing his shirt, pants, and underwear, causing his cock to slap against his stomach, in anticipation of sliding home into her pussy.   

Climbing onto the bed and laying flat on his back, his heart began beating rapidly with the expectations of what was to come. 

"You will submit to my commands.  If at any time you need to stop, you will safe word with “cucumber”.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Ara was still leery of their role reversal, but also excited.  She twisted one nipple hard, "Yes, what?"

When Kane had studied to become a Dominant, one of the techniques used was to train as a submissive for a time.  This provided him the ability to be aware of the needs of his submissive.  This role was not new to him, but it had been a long time since he had given control over to someone else.  He never thought he would be in that role again, but tonight, he wanted to share this experience with his wife.  "Yes, Mistress."

Ara took the ties that she had taken from their suitcase and tied his hands shoulder width apart to the head of the bed.  Sitting back, she admired the fuck hot man she had at her mercy, ready for her to do as she wished.  Fuck, this was fun.  Now, all that was left was for her to decide where to begin. Licking her lips, her eyes roamed over every sensual inch of his tight muscular body; fuck, she was one lucky lady.  Leaning over, she whispered into his ear, "You are not to come until I give you permission, do you understand?"  Kane nodded his consent enthusiastically.

She began to kiss, lick, and bite down his neck, to each of his sensitive nipples and down along his sides.   She worked her way slowly down until she got to her targeted destination, his long, thick, hard cock.  It was lying on his stomach; the tip was dripping, the warm silky skin encasing the steel hardness beneath.  As soon as her tongue made contact with his purplish head, Kane arched his back off the bed, panting for more. Ara took several long torturous licks, capturing the dripping pre-cum and humming around his sensitive head in pleasure.  Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Ara looked up through her long lashes as the tip of her tongue dipped into his slit, "Tell me, what you want, pet?"

"More, I need you to take it all in your mouth."  Kane groaned, flexing his hips upwards to get closer to mouth.  He never thought he would feel this much pleasure while allowing Ara to take control, but the more she took control, the more he enjoyed it. 

Ara wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and then opened her mouth and sucked in as much as she could.  Fuck, she loved the taste, feel, and the full fucking experience of sucking her husband's cock.  She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, as he pulsed grew impossibly harder.

"Cucumber!"  Kane yelled.  He was about to cum, and he really did not want to disappoint her. 

Ara pulled his cock from her mouth and let loose of the base as soon as she heard Kane’s safe word.   Looking up at Kane, she could see he was panting and covered in sweat.  "What's wrong?"  She questioned, slipping out of her role in concern for him.

"I was about to cum."  Kane groaned. 

"Oh, my sweet, loving man, as you have told me before, you must think of anything other than what is happening.  Count backwards; name the states alphabetically, anything but what I am doing to your cock."

Kane knew this, but telling his submissive to hold off her orgasms and doing it himself was something totally different.  "Okay, I will try.  I’m sorry, Mistress."

"Good, baby.  You are doing so well, my pet."  Ara was so horny that she knew she could no longer play without taking his cock deep inside of her.  Slipping off her thong, she straddled his legs and placed his cock at her wet opening.  Staring into Kane’s eyes, she quickly impaled herself with his cock.  The instant euphoria was so overwhelming that she knew she would not last long.  She began to rotate her hips and continued to slide up and down his pulsing muscle.

Kane tried every trick he knew, but nothing was going to stop his impending orgasm.  "Mistress, please may I cum?"

Ara smiled and licked her lips.  "No, pet.  You must wait."

Kane’s head thrashed back and forth, as he fought with himself to control his orgasm.  He closed his eyes and threw his head back.  He could no longer look at the sight of his cock, coated in her juices, sliding into her.  This was so fucking hard. 

Ara could feel the tightness in her abdomen, signaling that her orgasm was fast approaching.  She was insistent that she wanted to cum at the same time as Kane.  Reaching down, she took her clit between her fingers, and looked deep into his eyes, which were now wide open.  "Cum for me now, pet."  She said as she pinched her clit hard, causing a deep orgasm that gripped Kane’s cock like a vice.  She could feel him pulsing as he shot stream after stream of cum deep within her.

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, baby."  Kane groaned.  That was one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experienced.   "I’m not sure I could move, even if I wasn't tied up.  You fucking drained me."

Ara giggled and reached up and untied his hands from the headboard.  As she loosened the ties, she saw that there were red marks where the ties had cut into his wrist.  "OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"  She yelled, jumping off the bed, and rushing to the bathroom to get a bottle of lotion.  She ran back to bed apologizing profusely.  “I am so sorry.  Oh my god, I am so sorry, Kane."

Kane reached out and pulled her into his strong arms that were now slightly weak as the blood flow returned to normal.  "Sweetie, it does not hurt."

"But look at your wrists.  You are going to be able to see them tomorrow; what are people going to think?"  She cried.  

"Baby, look at me.  It does not hurt; fuck, it is sexy as hell, and will serve to remind me all day how I got them.  To answer your question, about what others are going to think, I do not care.  But it does remind me of New Year’s Day 2011, when my father couldn't sit down all day."

"What does that have to do with this?"  Ara asked as she continued to lather his wrists with lotion.

"Ara, think about it for a second."

Ara thought what would cause Nazario to be unable to sit and, like a light bulb going off, it hit her; Rosa must have taken something to his ass.  "Rosa?"

"Yes, mom.  It was funny as hell and Dad was smiling so fucking much all day, fuck all fucking month long.  Baby, I fucking love this and I loved what we just did.  Didn't you?"

"Yes.  I mean, it’s not something I want to do often, but it was fun."

"Good.  Now let's get ready for bed; tomorrow is going to be a long day."

After taking a long, hot shower and a slick and soapy round of shower sex, the couple climbed into bed, wrapped tightly around each other and drifted off to a peaceful night.

After talking Kane, Sean walked back into his bedroom to check in on Elizabeth. 

She was curled up in the middle of his bed, her flowing red hair covering her beautiful face.  She looked so small and vulnerable in his large bed.  Walking over to the side of the bed, he removed his shoes and climbed in behind her.  He only wanted a few moments of holding her to let her know that, even if she was sleeping, he cared, and she was safe.  Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her towards him, but maintained some space between them.  A few moments later, she backed up towards him, placing them in a spooning position.  This was pure heaven.  He had never had a woman in his bed.  Whenever he hooked up with someone, it was either at her place or at a hotel.  His mother once told him that his bed was meant strictly for him and the woman he would one day marry.  His mother had always been wise and would often share her pearls of wisdom with him.  God, how he missed his parents, but he was sure they were looking in on him and Maggie. 

"Sean."  Elizabeth whimpered.  "Don't leave me."  Sean could see that she was still sleeping, and knew the events of this evening were weighing on her heavily.  Sean pulled her even tighter and whispered into her red locks.  "You are stuck with me, lassie, until my last breath."

"Hmm."  She sighed.

Sean opened his eyes a short time later, but instead of the dark skyline he was expecting, the room was bathed in sunshine.  Glancing over to the window, he saw his redheaded goddess standing by the window, wrapped only in a shawl looking out over the city.  Again, he pondered the possibility of being fortunate enough to have Elizabeth in his life.  "Good morning."

Elizabeth had woken up with an arm wrapped around her waist, as she looked around the room; the events of the previous evening flooded her mind.  She carefully rolled over to see that the arm belonged to her savior from yesterday, Sean O'Leary.  After hearing her father's voice and finding out that her sister was missing, it was more than her heart and mind could handle.  She could not even think that it was possible that something bad had happened to Lisa; unfortunately, in her line of business she was all too familiar with the possibilities. 

She had slowly, carefully moved his arm down and crawled out of bed.  After finding the bathroom, she decided she needed a shower to wash off the grime from yesterday.  She smiled at the sight of a woman's hair tie on the bathroom sink; it was the same type that Maggie used.  She had told her that they were the best and left them laying everywhere, just in case she needed one.  Pulling her hair up, so it would not get wet she climbed into the shower and turned it on.  The hot water felt heavenly against her skin, but she felt a