Trusted: An Unmade Bed

Trusted: An Unmade Bed

Early Sunday morning, Suzie was washing dishes when she felt a tug on her hair. She held still, waiting for his orders. Connor leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Go to the bedroom.”

Suzie glanced over her shoulder and was met with determined eyes the color of a primeval forest. “Yes, Sir,” was her automatic response.

She walked up the stairs and hesitated in the hallway. Connor gripped the back of her neck and steered her towards the bedroom.

She walked in and noticed the bed was unmade. She hadn’t left it like that, had she? The pillows were on top of each other on her side of the bed, the sheets and blankets were all on his side. She stared down.

He sent her up here to make the bed? Really?

Connor walked up behind her and reached under her shirt to cup her breasts from behind. He started to massages the soft globes and toyed with her nipples through the thin material of her bra. She moaned.

Okay, they probably weren’t making the bed.

He pulled her jeans down and tapped the side of her ankle in a silent command to lift her foot. She complied automatically. Her panties disappeared in another swift move. He lifted the hem of her shirt and she helped by pulling her arms and head through the holes. Dressed in only her red lace bra she tried to keep a handle on the urge to fidget. Connor again reached for her breasts and teased the nipples into hard buds but left the thin fabric in place.


He gestured for her to sit on the bed and walked behind her. She desperately wanted to follow his moves, but knew better. She wanted to please him more than she wanted to see what he was doing,.

She heard the closet door open and close. He came back, holding his black leather cuffs. He buckled them around her wrists and tested the fit. Snug, but not too tight.

“On your knees.” He commanded and pointed next to the pillows. She did as she was told and he pushed her upper body over the pillows. Her butt high in the air she balanced on the pillows and he held her back to steady her. Connor produced some red rope and tied her cuffs to the headboard.

Suzie registered the rustling of clothes and felt the bed dip as he climbed on, her senses completely focused on Connor.

He sank into her in one brutal thrust and growled. “Ye’re so fucking wet.”

Fun Facts about the author(s)

  1. We met in person for the first time on release day for our first book, Trapped. (The American half visited the Netherlands.)
  2. We communicate exclusively by text, email and Skype chat while writing. No voice or video involved.
  3. We have the same Master, but only one of us is married to him.
  4. We don’t look alike or talk alike, but we think alike when we’re writing. It’s routine when we’re working together for us to get the same idea at the same time.
  5. Neither of us has ever been to Kansas City (although we’d like to).

Five places we would name after our favorite female characters

  1. Jessica Randall Grayson Road in Tampa, because if she hadn’t wrecked her car, we’d never known about the Shadowlands (Cherise Sinclair’s Club Shadowlands)
  2. Charlotte Taggert Nursery School, because if you get Big Tag carrying your babies around you deserve your own school (Masters and Mercenaries series by Lexi Blake)
  3. Kaylee’s Country Club because she started with one bad lie and still scored Master Marshall. (Kaylee’s Keeper by Maren Smith Masters of the Castle series)
  4. Fort Angel, because without her we wouldn’t have Stronghold. (Golden Angel’s Sassy Submissive)
  5. The Samantha Levi Dojo because she kicks everyone’s butt but Ethan’s. (Safeword Matte and sequels by Candace Blevins)