Heart Song Anthology by Carolyn Faulkner (e reader pdf best TXT) 📕

partition rising and looked to Warrington. Warrington shifted his body around to face Alison. He reached over and put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in to him.

“What are you doing?” she asked. With his left hand, he reached down and put his hand on her inner thigh. She squirmed, trying to free herself, but his hold around her shoulder was stronger than she thought.

Warrington ignored the question. “I like what we have too. I love what we have.” He took his hand off her thigh, reaching up to unknot his necktie. “But we can have more. We can explore more together.” He managed to untie his tie. He released Alison’s shoulder, holding his tie out in front of him, held taut between his two hands. “Turn over.”

What?” Alison was confused.

“Turn over and get on your knees. Face the back window.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

Alison realized where Warrington was going with this.

“Put your wrists together.”

“Yes, sir.” She did as she was asked.

Warrington quickly looped his necktie around both her wrists, leaving one end long. He then pulled Alison’s hands forward with the dangling end of the necktie. He wrapped the remaining loose end around the headrest, tying it tight and close to the headrest. Alison knelt, looking at the fogged up rear window. Her body was held close and tight to the back of the seat, pulled by the necktie. Her ass was in the air, her knees tight together, forcing down into the leather of the seat, her feet hanging over the edge. Her right shoe fell off her foot.

Warrington took his pocket square out of the breast pocket of his jacket. He shook it out. Taking two of the points in his fingers, he folded it once, making it into a triangle, making a blindfold. He placed the fabric over Alison’s eyes, tying it off behind her head. She tried to look around, but could see only vague shapes and light. She smelled Warrington’s musky cologne on the silk cloth. The scent excited her.

Her legs began to tremble; Warrington saw this and placed a hand on her upraised ass. “You’re trembling.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excitement or fear?”

She did not answer. He slapped her ass, forcing her forward. She bumped her chin against the headrest.

“Both.”

“Good.”

He threw her skirt up, then reached in and pulled her panties down. His quickness startled her slightly. The air conditioning in the car was on and Warrington adjusted the vents. Alison felt cold air blowing against her naked thighs, causing her to both shiver and quiver at the same time.

She could not see him, but she heard him. She heard him slide back into the seat beside her, sitting down, facing forward. Seconds that felt like an eternity passed. The air continued to blow against her nakedness, arousing and chilling her. If it weren’t for the steady breeze she felt between her legs, she was sure she would be wet by now, she felt the warmth inside her.

He finally touched her.

She twitched from the unexpectedness of it.

His right hand rested on her inner thigh. He was kneading it with his fingers, gently, steadily. Slowly, he pulled her leg towards him, forcing her to open her legs, to widen her stance so as not to fall into him. Doing so caused the cool air to reach new places between her legs, touching her slightly opened pussy lips. As it blew against her clit, she shuddered. He stopped pulling her, as if this were his aim in the first place. She tried to close her leg slightly, to reduce her exposure to the flowing air, but he held her fast, not allowing it. The cool blowing air pleasantly, pleasingly tortured her. The breeze could no longer cool the wetness gathering on her inner thighs.

Warrington’s hand began to creep up her thigh, towards her pussy. She was free of his grip as his fingers moved. She chose to remain motionless; the breeze was taking her to the edge, and she wanted to get there.

“Do you remember this morning?” He said this as his fingers continued to climb up her thigh.

“Yes, sir.” She knew it would come back to this morning. Alison’s body tensed. She remembered, she realized what he was saying.

“Miranda,” she breathed the name. “It was Miranda.”

His fingers now reached her soaked pussy. The tips of his fingers danced on her clit while the air blew around them. He played with her clit the same way Miranda had as he’d watched, gently touching, tweaking, stroking. Alison’s mind was a jumble of sensations, emotions, and confusion. Miranda had brought her to a deep, sensuous orgasm with her fingers, just as Warrington was doing now.

Her body began to ripple as the wave of her orgasm burst forth, just as it had earlier. She came hard then, just as she did now. Amid her ecstasy, in the fog of her thoughts, she couldn’t distinguish one sensation from the memory of another. Warrington and Miranda, satisfaction, and joy. Her body delighted in it; it didn’t matter who delighted her.

Alison slumped, spent and warm all over. She heard the rustle of Warrington’s cotton shirt, and saw the blindfold fall from her eyes. She watched in silent satisfaction as he reached up and freed her hands. She twisted her body and slumped into the cool leather of the back seat, pulling up her panties and righting her skirt. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to slow her heart. Warrington leaned in and kissed her on the head.

“Ask Miranda to get us a suite tomorrow night.”

Chapter 3

Ever since Warrington had persuaded Alison to let Miranda join them, the thought of the three of them together dominated her thoughts anytime she was not otherwise preoccupied. She would be in a sales meeting, and the image of Miranda’s face, close to her, whispering in her ear, would pop into her mind. She would be dealing with a hotel supplier, and she would see Miranda’s mane of long, thick blond hair floating over her belly – she