Donna and Connor at 228 Harper's Cove

  Donna and Connor at 228 Harper’s Cove

  Deanndra Hall

  Celtic Muse Publishing, LLC

  Contents

  Welcome to Harper’s Cove

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  About the Author

  Also by Deanndra Hall

  Donna and Connor at 228 Harper’s Cove

  Harper’s Cove, Book 3

  Copyright 2013 Deanndra Hall

  Celtic Muse Publishing, LLC

  P.O. Box 3722

  Paducah, KY 42002-3722

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

  This book is a work of fiction.

  Names of characters, places, and events are the construction of the author, except those locations that are well-known and of general knowledge, and all are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental, and great care was taken to design places, locations, or businesses that fit into the regional landscape without actual identification; as such, resemblance to actual places, locations, or businesses is coincidental. Any mention of a branded item, artistic work, or well-known business establishment, is used for authenticity in the work of fiction and was chosen by the author because of personal preference, its high quality, or the authenticity it lends to the work of fiction; the author has received no remuneration, either monetary or in-kind, for use of said product names, artistic work, or business establishments, and mention is not intended as advertising, nor does it constitute an endorsement. The author is solely responsible for content.

  Cover design & Formatting by:

  Drue Hoffman, Buoni Amici Press.

  Disclaimer:

  Material in this work of fiction is of a graphic sexual nature and is not intended for audiences under 18 years of age.

  Welcome to Harper’s Cove

  Writing novels is my first love. I like nothing better than to take a name, find a photo that represents the face I have for him or her in my mind, assign a birthdate, an occupation, a love interest, family, friends, and sometimes enemies, and let my imagination go wild. If novels didn’t take so long to write, I’d crank out one a week!

  That’s how I got the idea for this series. They’re short, quick reads that will get your motor humming and entertain you enough to wonder what the next couple in the cove will be up to. I was trying to figure out a way to plug in some short but quality reading between the volumes of the Love Under Construction series, and along came Karen and Brett and blew me away! I couldn’t wait to get started on this series, and I think it’ll be different from anything you’ve read before.

  Take a stroll down Harper’s Cove and see what’s going on. And try not to be too judgmental; we’ve all got skeletons in our closets.

  Love and happy reading,

  Deanndra

  1

  Donna

  I’m so glad we get a night off. One of our couples has decided to use the dungeon by themselves tonight, so we get to sit upstairs and relax while he puts her through her paces, whatever they decide that’ll be.

  I go down early and clean up the equipment. It was sanitized after last use, but it gets dusty down here if we don’t stay on top of it. I wipe down the bench, the table, the St. Andrew’s cross, the cage, and the top of the chest. Then I check inside to make sure everything they need is in there. I also put out some fresh batteries for the vibrators if they want to use them, and make sure there’s plenty of lube and condoms if needed. Then I get a big stack of towels fresh from the dryer and put them on the trunk by the window.

  And I remember to check the windows too. I know that neighborhood snoop has been sniffing around here. I’m afraid she’ll find a way to undo the blocking we’ve put over the windows. Connor says I’m just paranoid, but I don’t know. She’s pretty persistent. Even so, everything looks to be in order.

  I go back upstairs and Connor’s just walked in the door. I kneel in greeting and he strokes my hair. “Did you get everything ready, Pet?” he murmurs.

  “Yes, Master. It’s all ready.”

  “Good. Master Lawrence texted me and said they would be here about seven thirty. That gives us plenty of time to eat, right?” he asks, a worried look clouding his beautiful face.

  “Yes, Master. I’ll get it finished as soon as you allow it.”

  “By all means, rise and do it now. I want us to be free when they get here. I suspect the sounds they’ll make downstairs will make us want to make some of our own up here, don’t you think?”

  I smile. “Whatever pleases you, Master.”

  He grins and kisses me. “Correct answer, as always. So, Pet, what’s for dinner?”

  2

  Gloria

  I saw that weird Siobhán McAllister coming home from work today. That woman is odd, let me tell you. I tried to talk to her, and she all but ran away from me. You’d think I was planning to do something to her. Not friendly―at all. I’m surprised that they have friends, but those people come over all the time.

  I did see Donna Millican, though, when she came out to the mailbox. She’s so pretty and friendly. I asked her, “Hi, Donna! How’s the counseling coming along?”

  “Oh, you know,” she smiled, “there will always be couples in need of direction. And as long as there are couples needing help, we’ll be here for them.” Then she smiled at me. She’s got the sweetest smile.

  I’m telling Russell all of this and he says, “So she sounds very nice. What do you suppose she’s up to?”

  “Whatever do you mean?” I ask him. I have no idea what he’s talking about.

  “Oh, Gloria, you know. Everyone around here is up to no good, according to you. So what do you think they’re doing over there?”

  “I know what they’re doing!” I tell him. “They’re counseling couples who have marital problems. She told me she’d be praying for me.” I give him my best smug look. “So I know what they’re doing. Happy?”

  “I can’t even believe you’d ask me that,” he snorts. What is that supposed to mean?

  I am just so underappreciated around here. I think I’ll give myself a treat and open that piña colada mix I’ve been saving for so long. Maybe I’ll drink it with dinner.

  3

  Donna

  It is so hard to be nice to that woman. I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was snooping on everyone in the neighborhood.

  The first thing out of her mouth today was, “You’ve heard about the Warrens, haven’t you?”

  “No, Gloria, I haven’t. It’s a sin to gossip.” That stopped her dead in her tracks; I almost laughed.

  “Oh, I hadn’t thought about that. But you do know, right?”

  “No, and I’m not interested. I’m sorry. I’ve got to get inside. We’re having guests tonight after dinner so I want to be finished and cleaned up before they get here. Talk to you another time! Bless you, dear!” I call out as I make it into the house and lock the door behind me.

  I’m out of my clothes in about two minutes, in my collar, and getting the food ready when my phone rings: Connor.

  “Yes, Master?” I answer, breathless.

  “Hello there, Pet! Make it home okay?”

  “Yes, Master. After I went to the store, I had to stop and pick up some beer for you, but th
ey didn’t have what you like. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get it, Master.” I keep my fingers crossed.

  “If they didn’t have it, they didn’t have it. Nothing you can do about it. But you do know that the Rogers are coming.” Damn. I’d hoped it was someone else. They are so needy. “We need to be ready when they get there. Master Brad said they’d be there at eight.”

  “Yes, Master. Whatever pleases you,” I add, hoping to grease the skids somewhat. He’s pretty lenient with me, but I still want to make him happy.

  “Good. Make sure everything is cleaned up and ready.”

  “Already done, Sir. I did it as soon as I got home and before I started dinner.”

  “And what’s for dinner, Pet?”

  “Ooooo, you’ll love it, Master! Stir-fried green beans, yellow squash, and,” I say, hoping for some dramatic emphasis, “roasted veggie-stuffed chicken!”

  I smile when he says, “Oh, Pet, that’s my absolute favorite. I can’t wait to get home. I hope you’re waiting for me when I get there,” he adds, and that makes my heart race.

  “Waiting and wet, Master,” I whisper back.

  “Good girl! I’ll see you in, oh, looks like about an hour. I love you, Pet.”

  “I love you too, Master. I can’t wait for you to get home.”

  I go back to my cooking. As soon as I get the chicken in the oven, I pull the green beans out to thaw and get busy straightening up the house a little more. The chicken has just come out of the oven, the squash is almost done, and I’m getting ready to stir-fry the green beans when I hear his car alarm being set. I rush to the door, kneel to present myself, and wait.

  The door opens and in walks my beautiful Master. “Hi, Pet! Oh my god, it smells so good in here! I didn’t realize I was hungry until I walked through the door.” He puts down his messenger bag and comes back to me, placing his hand on my head. “How much more work to be done?”

  “Just the stir-fried green beans, Master,” I tell him. I know what I’m hoping he’s going to say.

  I’m not disappointed. He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. It’s purple and throbbing, a little pre-cum seeping from the head. “Suck me before dinner, Pet,” he moans, and I go to work.

  I take him all the way in and I just can’t get enough. We’ve been together for eighteen years now, and every day I’m more excited to be his sub. He’s absolutely the best Dom I’ve ever known. He collared me exactly one year before our wedding day and I haven’t looked back. I lick and suck, suck and lick, take it down and bring it back up, then take a minute to slather attention on the head, running my tongue around the rim, teasing the tiny hole there and gathering more pre-cum on the tip of my tongue. He is delicious.

  Then I start to massage his balls, and I’m afraid his knees will buckle. He’s really into it. I roll them, suck on them, lick them, and then take his staff into my mouth again, working it for all it’s worth. He’s harder than hard and I can feel the heat, the skin stretching to velvety smoothness and the veins up and down his shaft pulsing with their own rhythm. My tongue works his frenulum and he moans out loud, his hands fisting in my hair. Once he’s got a good grip, he begins slamming my mouth up and down over him, pounding into the back of my throat, making my clit throb with every touch of his cock head. I feel his dick thicken, the head enlarge ever-so-slightly, and then he shoots his seed down my throat, thick and hot, and I’m swallowing as fast as I can, a little of it managing to escape the corners of my mouth.

  I look up at him and smile, and he reaches down, pulls me up, and kisses me. “Pet, you are the most talented head sub in the country, I do believe,” he whispers and kisses my earlobe. “Now, to the kitchen to finish up!” I pout. “You’ll receive your compensation later. Go!” he laughs, and I run to the kitchen to finish dinner.

  The sooner we eat and clean up, the sooner it will be my turn. And I can hardly wait!

  I love this moment, the one in which the master and sub come into our house and the sub has to strip immediately. My Master insists on that. He says if I’ve got to be nude in our house in front of other masters, their subs should be nude in front of him as a show of respect for me. I love that.

  The Rogers. Ehhh. They’re okay. I like Erica well enough; Master Brad calls her “Beauty.” He’s not my favorite person, but he’s all right. I think my problem with him is that he’s so damn young, but I do admire him for seeking out others in the community to train him. That’s admirable of him.

  It’s obvious Erica adores him. She should; she’s fourteen years older than he is, and he fawns over her like she’s a queen. I guess to him she is―any other twenty-seven-year-old I know would be thrilled to have an older, more-experienced sub too. They’re not married, though, and I hope he’s not planning to trade her in on a younger model when he turns thirty. I’ll be pissed for sure.

  “You two go and chat. Master Brad and I are going down to the dungeon to talk and warm up. We’ll call for you when we’re ready.” Master gives me a peck on the cheek, then goes down the stairs with Master Brad.

  “So, you two getting on okay?” I ask Erica when they’re gone.

  “Um-hum,” she says around the cookie I offered her. “I really appreciate you guys helping him. I could’ve done it, but I’m his sub and something about that just didn’t seem right, you know?”

  “Yeah, I guess that would’ve been weird.” I’d never thought about it before, but it kind of disrupts the natural order of things, the sub telling the master what to do. “We’re happy to help. Are you still working?”

  “No. Brad wanted me to quit, so I did. You know, it’s been a couple of weeks, and I’m beginning to really like it. He leaves me a list of chores in the morning, calls halfway through the morning to see if I’m doing okay, calls at lunch to check in, calls mid-afternoon, and then right before he leaves work to come home. I feel like we’re in touch all day, and I really like that. Plus he usually gives me a pleasure in the afternoon.”

  “Yeah? That’s great!”

  “Today it was to make myself come with a dildo and then lick it clean. We’ve got one of those video chat programs so he was able to watch me. I loved it!” She’s beaming; she’s really got it for him.

  “I wish Connor could do that, but there’s always someone wandering in and out of his office. We’d get caught for sure.”

  “Doesn’t that make it a little more exciting?” she asks.

  I shake my head. “No. He refuses to compromise me or my privacy, and I appreciate that. Sometimes he calls and stays on the phone while I stroke myself and listens to me as I come. That’s about all we can do.”

  “I see what you mean,” she says, and she’s reaching for another cookie when I hear footsteps on the stairs.

  “Subs, come with me,” Master Brad says. We both get up and follow him down the stairs, wondering what tonight’s lessons will entail.

  Master is grinning when we get down there, and I see that he’s got a towel spread down the horse. That makes me wonder what’s about to happen. “Pet, come and lie down here on your back.”

  Now I know.

  I lie down and he places each of my feet on the knee pad, then I turn my arms back and hold onto the elbow pads. “It’s simple, really, Master Brad. The idea here is to find the G-spot, then stroke it fast and hard to help build up ejaculate pressure.” I’m trying hard not to grin, and Master inserts three fingers into my pussy and goes to work.

  He’s stroking at a fair pace and the sensation takes me over pretty fast. As I start to moan, he begins stroking even faster. Pretty soon, he’s going like gangbusters. Master Brad has moved down to watch his hand, but Master says, “You should stand a little to the side.” He speeds up even more, then says, “Pet, look at me.”

  I look into his face and his eyes lock with mine. Then he growls, “Come for me, Pet.”

  I have trouble keeping my eyes open as I feel my muscles go rigid and, before I can blink, I spray. I can’t see so I don’t know how much, but I know it’s pretty signi
ficant because Master leans up to my ear and says, “Good job, Pet.” Then he puts his fingers in my mouth and I can taste my ejac on them. I know he wants me to suck them, so I do. When he takes them out of my mouth, I smile and he kisses me. “Want to try it?” I hear him ask Master Brad.

  Master helps me up from the horse and motions for me to come to him. He sits on a dungeon stool and I climb into his lap. Once the towel is changed out, Beauty climbs onto the horse. I see Master Brad trying to mimic Master’s motions, but nothing is happening.

  “Ask your sub if she feels pressure building,” Master says to Master Brad.

  He asks Beauty and she says, “No, Master, I don’t. Am I doing something wrong?”

  Master leans into my ear. “Let me up, babe, and sit right back down here.” He crosses the room to Beauty and looks at Master Brad, who nods. Master inserts two fingers into Beauty. I see him rummaging around in her cunt. When he finds what he’s looking for, he uses his thumb as a mark on his fingers, pulls them out, and says to Master Brad, “Look. It’s about this far in.” Master Brad puts his fingers up against Master’s, measures to Master’s thumb, then puts his fingers back into Beauty.

  His face lights up. “Found it!” Master claps him on the shoulder, and Master Brad begins to stroke. I can see Beauty’s face contort a little, and then she starts to wiggle. It appears he’s doing it right.