Free Sexy Scene from a Shanna Handel book

Thank you for visiting my website! Here's a FREE scene from Forbidden Vows. Blaze, our fearless MC has finally gotten stepsister Cleopatra under his roof...

My favorite part of the tour is seeing what Cleopatra looks like in my room. I’ve spent many lonely nights here, wishing she were with me. Now, I can hardly believe she’s here.

I haven’t brought anyone here because it feels like home, and besides Haze, no one here is part of my chosen family; I’m still getting to know them.

Being with Cleopatra is like being home.

I wanted her to see it first.

She’s the only one who has ever held me to a higher standard. When expectations are set low, you tend to meet them. Ma didn't usually care where I was or what I was doing as long as I slept at home.

Cleopatra always demanded more of me.

When we lived together, she got after me when I left a mess in the sink, made me set an alarm, and get to work on time. She taught me about the importance of protein in my diet. She taught me to fold my laundry. She even showed me how to iron.

When she and her dad moved out, I saw her infrequently, but each time, she’d check in on me, ask a litany of questions, and ensure I was still drinking the protein vitamin shakes she made me buy.

She cared.

Now, it’s my turn to make demands of her. She’s got to make herself a priority. And take her safety seriously. She’s gone to my bathroom to take a post-flight shower.

I’ve only given her one of my clean white T-shirts to put on afterwards.

She emerges from the shower, her scent sweet and appearance devastatingly tempting in my white tee shirt. The thin fabric does little to hide the curve of her breasts and knowing she's bare underneath turns me on to no end.

“Come here, pretty girl,” I murmur, patting my thigh. “Come lie across my lap so we can review my rules.” I pat my thigh, feeling a mix of carnal desire and a wish for her safety.

Her eyes widen with hesitation yet shine with curiosity, while her voice rises into a high squeak. “Is this really necessary?” She takes a hesitant step back. “Couldn’t you just send me the rules in a memo? Maybe type them up so I’ll remember better?”

I lean forward, my breath warm against her ear. “Oh, baby, I’ll make sure you remember them. Over here.” I give my thigh a firm slap. The sharp echo of my paddle-like hand makes her start. “Now.”

She floats forward on tiptoe, every muscle seeming to tremble with anticipation. Gently, she arches herself across my lap, the damp shirt riding up her back and revealing the pale curve of her waist. I sweep the damp cotton aside, exposing the soft line of her hip.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, letting my hand glide over the silkiness of her skin. She shivers as my fingertips trace along her spine. “First rule: you do not go anywhere without me or a bodyguard.”

“What about when I’m with Seraphina?”

“You’ll both be with a bodyguard.” I press my palm into her soft flesh, holding her in place. “I want you under protection at all times. Understand? Say, ‘Yes, sir,’ if you do.”

At the thought of her calling me “sir” while pressed against me, my cock stiffens, straining for release. Her lips part in a whisper: “Yes, sir,” and it sounds every bit as good as I thought it would.

“Good girl.” I stroke the cleft of her ass before bringing my hand down in a crisp, stinging smack. The warmth of the blow blooms across her cheek, and she gasps.

“Ow!” Her body wavers, but she doesn’t pull away.

“If you slip away from me, you’ll be punished. Severely.”

I deliver a second spank, harder this time, and she cries out, the sharp report of flesh on palm filling the room—a vivid red handprint blooms on her ivory skin. “I want you to say ‘Yes, sir’ every time I spank you. That way you’ll never forget who’s in charge.” 

“Yes…sir,” she breathes.

I strike again, quick and precise. “Who’s in charge of you, baby?”

“You are, sir.”

I land another smack. “And who will take care of you while you’re here?”

“You, sir.”

I alternate cheek and center, each spank punctuated by a new rule, each rule sealed by her enticing words of, “Yes, sir.” My arousal coils tighter with every spank. My cock is straining against her belly, and I shift my hips, grinding it against her soft warmth with a growl. “And no more little notebook. You’re my guest. I’ll be paying.” I add a bit of Italian mafioso for her thrill, “Capish?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you’re going to be a good girl and do as I say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And who’s going to punish you when you’re bad?” I ask, aiming a sharp smack at the center of her right cheek.

She sucks in air, her hips twisting away instinctively. “Ooh—you are!”

“Sir.” Two quick spanks land in succession, making her quiver on my lap. She tries to wriggle free, her movements massaging my desperate cock. She’s not going anywhere. I curl my arm around her waist, holding her firm. “Naughty girl, wiggling all over my lap. Do I need to take my belt to your pretty pink bottom?”

She freezes, her breath catching. “No, sir! I’ll stay right here.”

I proceed, cheek, center, cheek—each spank a fiery punctuation mark as I recite another rule. Her skin flushes deeper, the sound of her soft squeaks and the sound of her spanking echoing through the room. And all the while, her sweet voice keeps whispering those delicious words: “Yes, sir.”

“Let me see how pink and warm your pretty bottom is now.” I smooth a hand over her spanked ass. She moans, leaning against my hand. I slip my hand between her thighs, pushing her legs apart. “Now, spread your legs.” 

“Yes, sir.” Feeling the pressure from my hand to part them further, she complies, widening her legs. I can see her glistening pussy, so wet for me already, nestled between the pink cheeks of her round ass. The musky scent of her arousal reaches me, and the desire to bend her over this bed is almost too great to resist. 

But I’ve long waited to have Cleo in my house again. I’m taking my time. 

“Let’s see how wet you are for me, baby.” I push one finger inside her.

She moans again, lying limp over my lap, enjoying the shameful intrusion. I swirl my finger in her, making her hips roll. “So wet.” I gather her arousal on my fingertip. When I pull it back out, she whimpers in displeasure. 

“More?” I tease.

“Yes, sir. Please.”

I push two thick fingers into her pussy. “You’re so tight, baby. And your pussy smells so good. I want to eat you and fuck you at the same time.” She gasps as I fuck her with my fingers, pushing them in and out in rhythm with her body. Soon, she’s bucking over my lap, panting and begging for an orgasm.

"Please don't stop. Please don't stop!" she cries, her body tensing as she nears the edge.

Just as she's about to climax, I pull my fingers from her. Her head snaps over her shoulder, eyes wide with disbelief.

"What? Nooo!" she protests.

"Patience, baby," I chide, my fingers glistening with her arousal. I surprise her by sliding my lubed fingers up to her anus, the tight pucker of her ass.

"Oh, please, don’t!" she cries out, but her bottom pushes up higher in the air, silently begging for my attention. I press one fingertip past the tight ring of muscles, into her bottom. "That feels...oh...it..."

I press further until she gasps. "Tell me how it feels, baby."

"Oh, my! It feels so strange, but I...I kind of like it," she admits, her voice barely a whisper.

I chuckle, relishing the fact that she enjoys anal play. "All the wives do," I assure her.

"They...do?" She gasps in surprise. "Do all the ladies' husbands do...this to them?"

“Yes.” I slip my finger from her bottom. “But now I want to reward you for being such a good girl during your spanking.”

I slide my hands back to her hips, shifting her off my lap and onto the bed. “Take off that shirt,” I command, stripping my own clothing off. She obeys, sitting on my bed naked with flushed cheeks and desire in her eyes. I kneel before her, running my hands up her thighs, feeling her tremble beneath my touch.

"Spread your legs wider for me, Cleo," I command softly, and she complies without hesitation. I inhale her scent deeply, my cock straining in anticipation. I can’t wait to taste her. I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her muscles quiver. I look up at her, seeing her eyes widen as she watches me intently.

Her pussy is slick and ready and smells so fucking good. I run my tongue along her slit, slow and deliberate, savoring her taste. Her hips buck slightly, and I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her firmly in place.

I take another long lick of her, then breathe against her sensitive flesh. "You taste so sweet. You smell so good. You have the prettiest pussy.”

Her breath hitches as I flick my tongue against her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. She lets out a soft whimper, her hands finding their way to my hair, gripping tightly as I continue to tease her. I can feel her body tense, her thighs trying to close around me, but I hold them firmly apart, not letting her escape me.

I suck gently on her clit, feeling her body respond, her hips trying to grind against my face. I chuckle softly, the vibration making her gasp. I slide two fingers back into her pussy, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her. She moans loudly, her body writhing as I pump my fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm of my tongue on her clit.

"Oh, god," she pants, her grip on my hair tightening. "That feels...amazing."

“I want to feel you. I want to be inside you.” I can’t wait any longer. I rise, grab her waist, and turn her over on the bed. Grabbing her hips, I pull her up on her knees. Lining up myself with her slick entrance, I rub the head of my cock against her wetness, coating myself in her arousal.

She pushes back against me, eager and impatient. I give her ass a sharp smack, loving the way she yelps and then moans.

"Who's in control, Cleo?" I ask, my voice stern.

"You are, sir," she breathes, looking back at me with hungry eyes.

"That's right," I say, gripping her hips tightly. I push into her slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight pussy stretch around me. She moans deeply, her body trembling as I fill her.

I start to move, sliding in and out of her with deliberate strokes. She meets each thrust, pushing back against me. "You feel incredible, Cleo," I murmur, running my hands over the smooth curves of her ass. I give one cheek a sharp smack, enjoying the way she yelps and clenches around me. I do it again, then grip her hips tightly.

I pull all the way out, teasing her pussy with the slick head of my cock ‘til she’s whining for more. Then I thrust into her with a single, powerful stroke. She cries out, her back arching as she takes me in completely. Her inner walls clamp down around me, so tight and hot that I have to grit my teeth to maintain control.

I hold still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside her. “You’re so fucking tight. I love it.”

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, “Why aren’t you moving? Don’t leave me like this!” I can feel her impatience and her need, which match my own. I lean forward, pressing my chest against her back, reaching around to cup her breasts.

She moans softly as I pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. "Please," she begs, wiggling her ass against me. "Please, fuck me."

"I love hearing such naughty words from such a good girl," I whisper, before straightening up and giving her what she wants. I start to move, slowly at first, then build speed. “We fuck so well together.”

I can feel her tightening around me, her body coiling like a spring ready to release.

"Touch yourself, Cleo," I command, my voice hoarse with effort and desire. "Make yourself come while I fuck you."

My good girl obeys me, one hand sneaking to her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Her moans grow louder, her body tensing, and I know she's close. I grit my teeth, holding back my release, determined to feel her come undone around me first.

"Oh god," she gasps, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits. Her inner walls clamp down on me, and she gives a tight shudder. Now that she’s fulfilled, I can finally let go. My entire body clenches. Simultaneously, I feel like I’ve caught on fire while being consumed by euphoria as I finally release. All the tension leaves my body as I give a hard shudder, collapsing against her.

We fall onto the bed, and I take her in my arms, kissing her all over her face, her lips, and her neck. “God, Cleo, that was amazing.” I kiss her forehead. “You’re amazing. I’ve wanted to do that since the last time we did it.”

“We are good together…in that way,” she giggles. “Any other way, we’d be a disaster.”

“We are total opposites,” I agree, even though her lighthearted words make a pang tear through my chest. But wait? “Don’t the rom-com movies you’re obsessed with teach us that opposites attract?”

“Yeah, but then they explode when they get together, just like, I don’t know.” She pauses, thinking. “Like hydrogen and oxygen.”

“Thanks for the science lesson, teacher.”

“Anytime! Oh, wait. There’s another one.”

“‘Nother one what?” I ask, already knowing it's gonna be another reason we don’t belong together in her eyes.

“A kindergarten teacher and a mafia boss. What a pair!” And she laughs, smiling at me in that way that makes her light up, and looking at her beautiful face makes me feel all lit up inside.

Like a goddamn Christmas tree. Which she puts up on December 1st every year, no matter the day of the week. I wouldn’t even know where to buy the lights.

I can’t let her go. Can’t let her out of my sight, my bed, my arms.

I don’t care if we are hydrogen and oxygen. Together, they don’t always explode, they can also create water. We all need water to live, right?

And I’m starting to need Cleopatra to fucking breathe.

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