I pulled the black and red nylon contraption out of the packaging. The instructions included drawings of each step of installation and prep.
Hael placed the tension hooks over the back of the door and pulled the arm straps through the metal buckles.
A minute later, he was closing the door to secure the swing and adjusting the leg slings.
“You ready?” Hael asked, eagerly peeling off my bra.
Smirking, I placed my wrists through the padded arm loops, my hands grasping onto the straps above.
Hael’s mouth roamed my neck and collarbone as his hands squeezed my exposed breasts. I let out a soft moan at the feeling of his stubble on my skin.
One of his hands moved down to unbutton my jeans and slid them down over my hips and around my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my lace thong.
His fingers teased the fabric of my panties. “Oh God, princess,” he murmured, feeling how wet I already was.
He began to tug my panties down when I panted, “Rip ’em off,” into his ear.
Smiling—dimples on point—Hael obliged.
The fabric tore easily, and he threw them into a tiny lacy heap onto the floor.
“I think I need a little help getting my legs up in this thing,” I said with a wicked grin.
Without a word, Hael lifted me by my thighs and helped place my feet through the leg slings, sliding them up to my thighs.
I was hanging a few feet off the floor, back against the door in a sitting position. My arms were up with my legs spread eagle.
I looked up above me at the tensed straps suspended from the top of the bedroom door. It wasn’t showing any signs of giving way.
Hael’s fingers traced my damp entrance.
“Mmmm,” I moaned.
“I could get used to you tied up like this,” he said as his thumb circled my clit, driving me wild.
His smile broadened as he met my eyes. He pulled his shirt off over his head, and my eyes roamed over his washboard abs.
But instead of unbuttoning his Levi's, Hael kneeled down on the floor until his head was eye level with my center.
I let out a gasp as he pushed my thighs even farther apart and flicked his tongue up and down my aching slit.
“Oh! God, baby!” My hands tightened around the straps of their restraints.
It never ceased to amaze me how fucking good Hael was at this.
I sucked on Cora’s clit while I pushed two fingers into her drenched pussy.
She writhed and moaned, but she couldn’t go anywhere.
Usually, her hands would have been grasping onto my hair and shoulders, but she was completely restrained in all the cords and netting of the swing.
I was hard as hell. I liked being in total control like this.
And from the noises coming out of her, Cora seemed to like it too.
I kept lapping with my tongue, plunging my fingers in and out of her while her inner walls clenched around them.
I used my other hand to grab onto her ass and pull her closer.
Soon Cora’s legs were shuddering as I kept them splayed wide open. Her breathing was coming in shallow pants, and I knew she was about to cum for me.
“Fuck…Hael…,” was all she could say.
Finally, I could feel her arch her back, letting out a drawn-out cry of pleasure.
I lapped and sucked away until she’d ridden out her climax, trembling.
Rising from my knees, I wiped her sweet juices from my mouth and let my cock spring free from my jeans.
“You want me inside you, baby?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, her soft, round tits heaving.
I ran the tip of my dick up and down her wet folds.
Then I pushed in—deep.
Cora’s hands tightened around the arm restraints, and she used what leverage she had to meet my hips as I pressed into her.
I squeezed her ass with both hands and used the swing to pull her harder and harder onto me with each thrust.
The door creaked a little under the pressure, but the restraints held tight.
I shoved into her harder and she let out a “Fuck, yeah!”
A few minutes later, I was ready to climax, but I could tell by the rising tension that she was on the verge again too.
Holding my own peak back, I fucked her harder.
“Hael! I’m—” was all she got out before she was shuddering around my shaft and she came for me again.
Finally, I let myself release inside her with a low growl.
When we slowed to a stop, we were breathing heavy and drenched in sweat.
Slowly, I pulled out of her and our eyes met.
She gave a sly smile. “Now, how do I get outta this thing?”
We lay naked on top of the bed as Cora typed our product ratings on a tablet.
“How was mobility for you?” she asked.
“Ten.”
“Can’t I just like a thing?”
That softened her up a little. She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
Eventually, she put the tablet down and draped her bare leg over my naked body, her hand on my chest.
“What time is it?” she asked.
I glanced at my phone. “Six.”
She let out a little groan. “We need to start getting dinner ready.”
Suddenly, we both jumped a little as a series of loud bangs came from outside.
“What the fuck?” Cora sat up.
“It sounds like…hammerin’,” I said as I stood up from the bed and walked over to the glass door leading out to the balcony.
Peering outside, I saw my dad rapping away, hammer in hand, on the railing.
A split second later, he looked up just in time to see me standing on the other side of the glass, naked as the day I was born.
Cora let out a yelp and covered herself with the throw blanket at the foot of the bed.
I pulled a decorative pillow off the chair in the corner and used it to cover my junk.
Dad turned around fast, and Cora tossed me my boxer briefs and jeans. Then she ran into the bathroom.
As soon as I was covered, I opened the sliding door.
“I’m real sorry—” Dad started.
“It’s— What’re you doin’, Dad?”
“This board’s warped,” he said. “I’m just tryin’ to make a quick fix till I can get to the lumber yard.”
“I thought you were puttin’ up the weather vane.”
“Yeah, I did that already. I was gonna start back on the truck, but I need to go down to the salvage—”
“Dad, what’s all this about? Really?”
“What’s all what about?”
“The fixin’ stuff!” I said. “You haven’t stopped in weeks.”
Dad let out a sigh.
“I just… I spent so many years bein’ a screw-up. Makin’ you and Bree-elle take on the ranch when you were both just kids. I can’t make up for all those years I was gone, but I figure I should at least help everywhere I can now.”
I started feeling guilty for snapping at him and just nodded.
“It also just…helps me.” He looked down. “Ya know…keeping busy, staying focused—it makes it easier to stay clean and sober.”
That last statement hit me pretty hard. I hadn’t really thought about that.
“Okay,” I said after some silence. “But let’s maybe make some rules? About when you come up to the house? Maybe you can text first. Or ring the doorbell?”
“Deal,” he said. “Sorry about…that.”
He motioned to the sliding glass door. “I didn’t…see…much. Tell Cora I’m sorry, though?”
“You know Cora,” I said, nodding. “She don’t embarrass easy.”
An hour later, I was pulling chicken off the bone for barbecue.
“Goddammit! Dell, move out of the way!” I scolded the dog currently under my feet. Caine also wagged his tail nearby. Martha—sweet old thing—sat dutifully in the corner.
“Outside! Now!” He ordered, and all three dogs ran for the open back door.
“Can I help with anything?” Leroy asked as he sipped a glass of iced tea.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
“Got it!” he said before I had the time to ask.
Ellie and Tobias came through the door.
Ellie was smiling, but her eyes betrayed her.
“Hey,” she said. “You said there was that…thing…you wanted me to see?”
“Oh, yeah,” I played along. “Upstairs.”
I looked to Hael. “Do you mind finishing up here? I wanted to let Ellie look through a couple of things for school.”
He nodded as Tobias and Leroy sat down at stools by the kitchen island. I led Ellie up to the bedroom.
“What’s up?” I asked as I closed the now sex-swing-free bedroom doorway—though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.
Ellie let out a deep sigh.
“I’m—I took a pregnancy test this morning.”
“And?”
Her eyes started to well with tears.
I gently smiled at her. “Congratulations, sweetie!”
Ellie remained silent. A tear slid down her cheek.
“Have you told Tobias yet?”
She shook her head.
“Ellie, you’ve gotta tell him,” I said.
“I don’t know how! I-I’m supposed to be starting school in a couple months! How am I gonna do all this if I just have to take time off t-to ha-have a—”
She buried her face in her hands.
“Listen,” I said, meeting her eyes, “you have options. And I’m happy to give you any information I have.”
Ellie choked back a sob.
“Know that I support you completely,” I added, “but you need to talk to Tobias about this and make whatever decision you come to together. The sooner the better.”
She only nodded.
Just then, my phone buzzed.
“You can—” Ellie gestured to my phone.
Glancing down at the screen, my breath hitched in my throat when I saw who the incoming call was from.
The prosecuting attorney in the sexual assault case against Dodger.
Shakily, I pressed the answer icon on the screen.
“This is Cora,” I managed, my throat feeling like sandpaper.
“Hi, Cora. It’s Allisha Bowman,” the voice said. “I’m so sorry to be calling at dinnertime, but I just got the news.”
“News?”
“We’ve got a trial date. Starting December tenth.”
Suddenly I felt like the floor had fallen out from under me.
