My Brothers Best Friend Ch 07

(My dearest readers. Goddamn it's been too long. This chapter has been in the works for months. "My life got flip turned upside down." Good and bad. It's hard to write happy tales (even the bad parts) when one is going through it. Almost every day I get a message from a reader asking for a return of Shawn and Feline. I've felt horrible about leaving this for far too long. I apologize. I hope you all enjoy Chapter 7. Chapter 8 is 90 percent finished and 9 and 10 are completed. Here's to a weekly release again! I love you all. You've been an amazing encouragement to me. You guys don't even know. I am astonished by every comment, every e mail every private message. Thank you!!!)

~Feline~

There's something about silk as it slides along itself that gives me goosebumps. It has this instantly recognizable sound. The way it stretches and strains as it as it slithers up against me and the way it slightly creaks as I pull on it with my wrists.

"No escaping baby girl." Shawn's voice is at once commanding and soothing as he finishes the last of his handwork on my left ankle. Gliding a calloused, hard palm up my calf, pinching the underside of my knee. Making me giggle.

And then he's up by my side, one final men's necktie in his hand. He reaches out, stroking a tendril of my hair.

"I'm going to blindfold you." his non questioning questions always get me. He waits. I bite my lower lip and nod, vigorously.

His smile is immediate and the last silk tie descends over my eyes. He has enough to wrap it twice around my head. At first I could slightly see if I looked down. By the second wrap I am in complete darkness.

My breathing picks up. My heart is starting to get excited. Even more excited than when he brought those shears out!

I lick my lips, mouth suddenly slightly dry. Shawn kisses me, remedying the problem. His tongue probing but soft. He lips, claiming. I am panting when he pulls away and glides a hand down my chest to my right breast, tweaking the nipple.

I gasp and he gives a low chuckle before replacing those fingers with his mouth.

I arch into my lovers' mouth as far as I can, against my restraints.

"Shawn..." I whisper.

His low moan of appreciation before he asks me if I'm ok.

"More than ok!" I tell him and he chuckles.

Shawn tortures my breasts in the most delectable way. Hands and mouth. Tongue and fingers. Rough, warm palms gripping my breasts, moulding them in his hands, pressing them together before nibbling the nipples back and forth. Never really biting but making me feel like he would at any moment, heightening my anticipation and arousal.

I'm arching up, trying to convey my need as he suckles my nipples absolutely raw. And then his mouth retreats, as do his hands. And I am left waiting and burning.

I hear a drawer open and close. And then I feel Shawn sitting back on the bed with me.

"I love you." he tells me.

"I love you!" I shout.

His genuine hearty laugh makes me blush and giggle.

"You'll like this. I promise." I can almost feel his fiendish grin.

Then his gentle mouth on my right breast again before being replaced by something else. Not a mouth. But very much feeling like suction as my nipple is pulled taught and surrounded in something more unyielding than lips but still soft. I am dying of curiosity as he affixes whatever it is he is attaching to my left nipple now. Giving the same oral treatment beforehand.

Then I feel his hands on my breasts again, and two clicks go off at the same time. My nipples begin vibrating. I practically squeal in surprise and delight and writhe in my bonds. Shawn is chuckling good and I can picture him, arms crossed casually, appraising his work.

He gives me no reprieve as my nipples vibrate away, suctioned into something I cannot see or even imagine. I cry out and try to squeeze my thighs together. As if it was possible.

Hands, lips and tongue float their way down my torso to my hips and then Shawn's mouth is on me. Just as quickly as it was it's gone again and I am left in a state of deep need at this point!

"SHAWN!!" I whine, slightly complaining as his lips travel down my left thigh.

"Ya baby." I feel him lift, I know he is watching me.

"O god." I cry out again.

"More?" he questions.

"FUCK!" I start before smiling and pressing my breasts up in the air as far as I can, tied to my lovers' bed. "Please!" I beg. "O, fuck...please."

"Begging already....baby girl...." Shawn's soft voice as he blows hot air like a whisper across my burning sex.

Feeling brave, I lift my hips, rotating to him. Undulating. His groan has me slightly smirking before his mouth comes down on me searing every luscious stroke of his tongue into my psyche.

Fuck who am I? Where am I? O dear God never let this end!! The licking! O fuck....the LICKING!

And then he's gone again. And just as before a drawer opens and closes. And then I hear a sound. Another vibrating type sound but not like the ones currently buzzing away on my over sensitized nipples.

Gently an incredibly soft, pulsing...thing... is brought down over my clitoral area. It's not vibrating...it's suctioning! Like what my nipples are experiencing. It's suctioning and something else. Something like a butterfly flutter is the best I can explain it. The softest, fluttering suction is slowly drawn over my most sensitive area until Shawn finds what he's looking for.

I gasp and grasp the bed sheets as Shawn chuckles low and focuses whatever he is holding directly on my clitoris. My heart is hammering in my chest as I gasp again and again. The new sensations flooding my body are impossible to articulate. I am absolutely lost in a world of pleasure. Immersed in euphoria!

"SHAWN!" I moan... "O fuck. O God!"

"Like this?" I can feel his smile.

"YES!" I cry out.

I'm beside myself. I don't know what to do. My body just reacts and I have no time to think or even know what is going on until it's on me. Hyper quick and intense.

I cry out my lover's name.

"Already? Holy shit Feline!" he cries out as I do!

I'm lost in a frenzy of orgasmic bliss! I thrash and writhe against my bonds and scream and cry out. Shawn doesn't let go for a second. He rides me out as far as I can go! By the time the first orgasm is subsiding, another hits me almost immediately. I'm grasping at whatever I can grasp at, mouth wide open and panting. I can't see anything. All I can do is feel. And feel. And feel! Thrashing my head from side to side, tears that would be streaming from my eyes caught up now in silk.

And still he does not remove the mechanism of my pleasurable agony! He keeps on with it. Urging me forward with his words.

"Go for it baby. Come for me again!" Shawn tells me, holding a gyrating hip with one of his hands.

I can't help it! I do! I come again for a third time! I haven't been able to even process the previous two. I'm screaming. I know I am....there are no thoughts. There are no words.

By orgasm four I am a babbling incoherent mess and Shawn gently removes my torture device from my swollen, sensitized clitoris. He brushes his tongue across it and I leap out of skin and cry out!

"PLEASE O SHAWN! I'LL DIE! PLEASE! I need a minute. Baby...fuck..." the last words are barely a whisper as he slides beside me and turns off the vibrations on my nipples. Carefully removing them and exposing them to the cool air of the bedroom. I gasp and try and curl into my lover. My boyfriend.

With one motion he removes the bond on my right hand and I immediately cling to him, trembling, as he loosens the bond on my left.

He holds me tightly I shake and moan and sigh in his arms, kissing his neck. Strong hands stroke my back as I pull against my ankle restraints. Shawn disentangles himself from me for a moment to loosen the ties around my ankles. I wrap myself around him, pulling him down as he chuckles.

All is quiet in his room as my breathing slows and I am brought back down to earth. I don't know what to say as I lay in awe of what just happened to my body. My lover next to me is the only thing keeping me grounded.

"Sweet torture." I finally whisper.

"I promised, didn't I?" his voice is soft, I can see his smile now in the dimmed light of his bedside lamps.

"You had me zero to 60 at the door Shawn." I look up at him. Now starting to feel like I'm a human being again.

"You came so fast! I had no idea it could happen that quick!" he's excited and in his hand, the instrument of said sweet torture.

I grasp his wrist and he holds up a small, black, silicone device. So small his whole hand could conceal it. At one end, a power button and up and down indicators. At the other, a very small hole. Small enough to fit a clitoris or a nipple and nothing else.

Shawn hands it over and folds his hands behind his head, satisfied with himself. That cheshire cat-like grin firmly placed on his delectable lips.

I look the device over. Seems innocuous enough. Turning it on produces the fluttering suction I feel against an index fingertip. Fascinating!

The nipple devices lay to the other side of me. I pick one up. Purple silicone this time. Small and squishy and cupped. On the other end a metal pill shaped device with a sliding power button. I power the device on and it vibrates like crazy.

"Pinch the top first, then turn it on." Shawn says, leaning over to show me.

Pinching the top produces the suction needed to keep this vibrator on my breast. I'm instantly fascinated.

"Where on earth?" I question, both toys in my hands now.

"I may have gone up to Cambria the other day. When I was supposed to be studying." he winks at me.

"You went to a sex store!" I giggle.

"Ya well, shipping would have taken longer." he's just smiling. Enjoying himself.

I toss the toys onto the bed and turn to Shawn and cuddle him tight.

"That was amazing." I whisper against him.

"All for you Kitty Cat." he whispers back.

"Can I return the favour?" I smile, travelling my hand downwards.

"Nope." Shawn grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. "Besides, you already did."

"What?" he can't be serious. "I didn't even touch you. You haven't even come!" I begin to complain.

"Not everything is about my cock Kitten." He lifts my chin to look at me in earnest. "I wanted you to enjoy yourself. You gave me everything I could have asked for and more. Hell, I was hoping to tease you for an hour before you came!"

"Ya my body had other plans." I nod, smiling. "I've never come that fast. Not ever!"

"I believe it!" he affirms. "I had no idea...no idea a woman could orgasm that quickly."

"I had no choice. I had no control over myself!" I say as I press myself tight against my love and sigh.

"You are beautiful." he whispers.

We lay like that for some time. Him stroking my back, my shoulder. Me holding onto him for dear life. I know I'm the first asleep. I always am.

~SHAWN~

My girl can sleep. She's such a beauty, all I can do is stare down at her sweet face, cheeks flushed pink, eyes softly closed. Every once in a while she gives a little giggle. It must be a good dream.

I'm reluctant to leave her but my internal clock won't let me sleep a moment longer. I've got shit to work out in my head anyways. Time for a run and a date with the gym.

I jog for an hour. Each block I am imagining the scenarios within which I am going to destroy Steinberg. By the time I am back at the house Feline is still sleeping and I am not in any less of a mood. I grab my bag and head out to my bike and take the shortcut over to the gym to work out my frustrations.

That managed to clear my head some by the time I walk into the house with a bag full groceries. Breakfast for my Kitten.

I'm slicing strawberries as bacon fries and eggs are poaching on the stove. My adorable girlfriend walks in in one of my t shirts that comes down to her knees. I laugh as she smiles, rubbing her eyes.

"You're making breakfast?" She says sleepily. "Baby!!" it's adorable how quickly she took to pet names.

"You look fuckin cute." I chuckle. "All teeny in my shirt."

"It smells like you." she whispers. I plant several kisses on her sweet lips.

After breakfast my girl and I have a bath together, soaking in epson salts.

"I feel like having a nap." she smiles over at me from her end of the tub.

"Feline, geez girl, you just got up!" I shake my head at her.

"I know but this tub with the epson salts!" she squishes her toes under me and smiles, sinking under the bubbles.

I can't help but admire Feline's little body as she dresses for work. She's hyper feminine and she doesn't even realize it. She could bring any man to their knees with her beauty. And she's given herself to me! She's mine!

Dropping her off at Luna's on my bike I kiss her goodbye and tell her to have a good day.

"You'll be here when I get off at 5?" she smiles at me.

"Of course. Your brother is making dinner at your place tonight. I wouldn't miss that. I'll bring your car." I nod, giving her one last kiss. "Should have sent you to work with weak knees." I whisper into her ear.

That adorable blush and nervous laugh of hers has me grinning.

Then she's in the door and I pull away, driving half way down the street, I think better to myself. My six has been up all morning. I turn my bike around and head back to Luna's a different way.

I slow down and park half a block down under a tree. I'm sure it's just my nerves but I wait anyways. I learned years ago to listen to that inner voice that tells you when something is up.

I'm yawning, playing a stupid game on my phone, glancing up at Luna's down the street every once in a while when I see something that makes me almost drop my phone: Ted Steinberg entering the store with 2 of his friends.

My bike is on and I am racing to Luna's, I manage to turn the motor off before I lay it down in my haste to get through the door.

There's my baby, cringing up against the wall as her coworker screams that she's on the phone to the police. I can only see one of Ted fucking Steinberg hands and I have a good guess where the other is.

Before Steinberg's blonde friend can grab Feline's co worker, I grip him by his jeans and throw him into the wall. It's then I see what my fears had confirmed. My body moves without thinking and I run forward, grabbing Steinberg's hand from between Feline's legs.

This motherfucker, looking up at me in open-mouthed surprise as I grasp his forearm and begin to crush it under my grasp.

I never had a chance, as a sliver of silver flashes in front of my eyes and I'm totally blinded by liquid red! A punch to my gut and I'm down as Feline throws herself over me, screaming. I wipe whatever it is from my vision and get a glance at Steinberg, grinning over me, large blade in his hand. I grab Feline, and push her as hard as I can. She slides on her knees across the floor away from me. Grappling Steinberg, I use my knee to his gut and throw him over me crashing into a table and chairs, his blade skitters to the ground. Two of his friends start laying boots to me as Steinberg gathers himself and runs like a bitch out the back doors.

As two cops rush in and grab both of Ted's friends I manage to get up, still partially blinded by my own blood.

The rest is a blur as I grasp for Feline. She's weeping, crying out, holding a cloth to my forehead. An ambulance arrives. I hold Feline to me as she sobs, trying to reassure her as wherever Steinberg cut me continues to flow. She's safe. That's all that matters.

~Feline~

I'm watching my boyfriend's eyebrow get stitched back together. I'm sobbing. I can't help it. His white t shirt and jeans are caked in blood.

Shawn, of course, is smiling. Reassuring me as I hold his hand.

"It'll be a badass scar Kitten." he tells me, as I watch another stitch get knotted.

In the end 12 stitches are needed. And I haven't been able to stop crying.

Pat comes and picks us up, driving us to the police station, promising up and down he won't say anything to Mom and Dad. He even arranges to have Shawn's bike towed back to his house while we give our police reports.

Shawn hugs me tight when he comes back from giving his statement. He tells me he'll be waiting "right here with Pat". I squeeze him so hard before my brother follows suit.

"Miss Jaxton?" I nod to one of the policemen escorting me to a room where I will tell my end of what happened. "This way please."

"And at what point were you grabbed inappropriately Miss Jaxton?" her name is Detective Steele. She's got this severe blonde bun. She can't be any taller than I. She's been amazing to me so far. I've already had to tell her what happened at the Circle K and Luna's several days before.

"Almost as soon as Ted Steinberg entered the store." I look into her eyes as I tell her this. Which is exceedingly hard for me to do. But I want this bastard to go down for what he did to Shawn! She needs to know I am serious and telling the truth.

"Luna Coffee Bar?" Detective Steele asks.

"Yes. Luna Coffee Bar." I reply.

"Could you describe the incident, as it happened, step by step." Detective Steele leans slightly back in her chair, her computer is recording every word I say.

"I heard the door bell ring for the front door and came out from the bathroom of Luna's to greet the customer." I take a deep breath. "When I came around the corner I ran into Ted Steinberg and his two friends."

"When you say run into, did you mean you physically ran into them or..."

I don't mean to cut her off. But I do, in my haste to get this over with.

"Physically, I physically ran right into Ted Steinberg." I say. I know my voice is trembling.

"What happened after physically running into Theodore Steinberg?" she asks me. And I take another deep breath. I am so damn glad Pat and Shawn aren't here beside me right now. I know the next part I say they would hit the roof. I'll tell them. Just, not now. Right now I need to get this out, as the Detective said: as it happened, step by step.

"He laughed back at his two friends and grabbed my crotch." I say, barely above a whisper.

Detective Steele raises a brow but says nothing, just nods, encouraging me to go on. When I can't catch my breath she leans over and places a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"You're doing great Miss Jaxton. Just tell the rest. As it happened."

I look back into her eyes.

"What happened after he grabbed your crotch." she says in a measured tone.

"He lifted me by the crotch and held me up against the wall." tears of fear threaten my eyes as I remember how much that physically hurt, but I suppress them as hard as I can.

"Your co worker Janet Cervante reported it earlier, in her words: "I ran into the restaurant from the back of the kitchen after hearing Feline scream and several male voices laughing". Would you agree this is an accurate description of what happened?"

"Yes." I nod. "Janet came in, saw what was happening and immediately called the police. She told them she was calling the police. But Steinberg just held me there Detective! He never let go of my crotch or let me down from the wall during this whole time!" I start to weep I wish Shawn were here now.

"Tell me what happened next Feline." the Detective shifts in her seat, patiently waiting.

"Shawn Lindesson, my boyfriend, came into Luna's and pushed one of Ted's friends out of the way before he could hurt my coworker Janet and he grabbed Ted's hand away from my crotch." I think about what happens next and gasp. "Ted pulled a knife. I don't know how he got it or from where. But it wasn't one we keep in the restaurant. It was a long knife. Like a hunting knife."

I'm sobbing. I don't know how I'll be able to tell the rest of this story. Detective Steele is kind and gives me a moment to collect myself slightly before she encourages me to finish.