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SOMMER LOVIN’
The Sommer Marsden Collection











By
Sommer Marsden




Publisher Information

Sommer Lovin’ published in 2012 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright © Sommer Marsden

The right of Sommer Marsden to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Buckle Down

Edward watches me make my tea. Cut my cheese and lay out my crackers. He watches me add grapes, check the phone messages, nibble the food, wash a dish.
“If you keep stalling you’ll never pass your exam,” he observes.
I look up, blinking as if I am just realizing he is there. “I’m fine. I’ll do fine. I’m just…”
“Procrastinating.”
“Puttering,” I correct.
“I’m pretty sure I’m right.”
I snort but say nothing.
“You need to buckle down,” he says.
I blow out a huge breath and shut my eyes-count to ten. “I try. I do. But I can’t. My brain is racing and I’m so afraid I’ll fuck up that I can’t even focus.”
He cocks his head, watching me intently. “Maybe you need incentive.”
I laugh, thinking that he’s kidding. But I should know better. This is Edward. Serious to my flighty, intense to my laid back, clever to my spastic (at times). “Money?” I ask, being a smart-ass.
He shakes his head, still watching me.
“Shoes?” I ask, getting excited.
“No.”
“What?”
“Go to the bathroom and then meet me at your desk,” he says and then leaves the room with me wondering what the fuck he’s talking about.
I mumble to myself. I fret and I twitch and I worry, I find that when Edward is secretive I find is thrilling but a bit scary. I find him in our bedroom at the small student desk that has become my prison.
“Sit,” he says.
“Woof.”
He grins at me. “Cheeky. Now sit.”
I drop into the seat and wait.
“Wait, sorry. Stand.” He laughs at himself.
I stand and try not to complain. I want to know what the hell he’s doing. “Now take off your pants and knickers and then sit.”
“What!” I yelp. “Are you high?”
He whacks me rather hard on the bottom with the ruler that he’s had secreted behind his back. “Do it. Now.”
My face is hot with surprise but my body goes warm and lights up from the sudden and unexpected snap of that plastic to my body. “I…well…fine!”
I drop my pants, my drawers and though it feels odd, I sit. His dark eyes-dark like coffee at my favourite café-are on me and he licks his lips. Edward takes his belt and binds my thighs to the chair seat. “Now you stay here until I come and get you. No getting up. No excuses.” Edward leans in and I can smell his cologne-something woody and spicy and with the undertones of earth and leaves in the forest. I can nearly count the dark bits of stubble pushing through his skin. He runs the blunt tip of a finger along my lower lip and says “No sandwiches, no potty breaks, no new socks, no cigarettes, no candy. Sit-arse in the seat-and study.”
Just considering this makes me crawly and nervous and restless. But I nod because he comes around behind me, his chest to my back, his hands finding my lap, his fingers probing my pussy. He slides a finger into me and curls it so a stab of pleasure shoots through my pelvis. “And if I do that…”
“You get a nice reward,” he says and pats my head. He chuckles darkly and kisses my hair and leaves me there. With my books and my naked legs buckled to the desk chair.
“Right. Buckle down. Let’s go.” I blow out a breath and steady my heart.
It only takes a moment for me to start talking to myself. “You could just unbuckle yourself, Carling. He’d never know. You could pull that bit back and let it fall open and…” I sigh and study the highlighted parts of my book. Who knew there were so many parts to the human body? Who knew they did so many things? Who the fuck knew that being a nurse would be so complicated?
I force myself to go still and read about insulin, the pancreas and Diabetes. It’s one of the diseases I will be tested on and I am trying hard to focus and not play with the silver buckle on the black belt. At some point my body calms and my legs stop pressing up against the restrictive leather. At some point my mind focuses. At some point I am fully involved with my studies instead of trying to figure a good excuse to get up and move around.
“How goes it?”
I look up to find him in the hallway, lurking like some beautiful dark shadow. I feel my nipples spike under my thin cotton pullover-he’s allowed me to keep my top on at least. I feel my pussy go wet and receptive and I wonder if I’m leaving little trails of desire on the chair.
“Good,” I say, shocked to find that I mean it.
“Good girl.”
More fluids. More eager fluttering deep in my pussy. More excited tingles and twitters in my belly. “Thank you.”
“I’ll be back,” he says and disappears.
I am left deflated, achy and determined to show Edward that I can do it. I turn back to my studies.
I’ve moved on to Lupus when he reappears and stands in the doorway, his long lean frame lounging there so that I can feel and taste my own heartbeat from my anticipation. From my wonder and speculation. I want to demand that he tell me what the hell is going on-what my reward is, but deep down I know that Edward will only make me wait longer if I throw a tantrum.
It takes an hour for him to return and actually come into the room. I realize I’m holding my breath, afraid to breathe for fear he’ll disappear like a wraith. “How goes it, Carling?”
“Fine,” I gasp. He hasn’t even touched me and I’m trembling, my thighs moving restlessly against the leather belt that binds me.
“Learning lots of stuff?”
“I am.”
He asks me a question and I answer with a shaky voice. Edward nods. He asks me another-he is, in fact, quizzing me-and I bite my lip to try and tame my body.
“The pancreas produces less or no insulin at all in the case of Type 1 Diabetes…” I start and I keep going, rattling along until he puts a finger to my lips and hooks his booted foot in the chair leg. He spins the chair a quarter turn so I’m facing him.
“Sounds very good. Very learn ed , very smart.” He drags his words out and drops to his knees, pushing his wide warm hands up my thighs until he hits that belt and tightens it for an instant to undo the buckle that holds me. “You really did buckle down, baby girl.”
“And now?” I whisper, watching him. Transfixed like he’s a snake in a basket.
“Reward.” The belt falls away, leaving strawberry stripes on my thighs. Thighs that Edward pushes wide and proceeds to kiss his way to the top. I shiver and shake but clutch the seat of the chair in my hands to keep from trembling my way right off onto the floor.
“Stay still,” he whispers.
His lips find that fragile thin skin at the top of my thighs and he licks broad wet ribbons against my flesh with his tongue.
“That’s kind of hard to do,” I admit, wanting to badly to move about, to reach up to him with my body and have his mouth where I need it most.
“Do it.”
“Yes, sir,” I tease.
He touched the tip of his now-rigid tongue to my clit and says “Now that’s more like it.”
He suckles there, pulling the slick hard nub of my clit into his mouth, sucking and licking and nudging until I’m holding the chair so tight I fear I might break my fingers. “Fuck.”
“Soon,” he says and smiles up at me, dark eyes flashing in the sunny bedroom. “Lupus is often characterized by a…”
I wonder if he knows more about this than I do but I shudder and say “A rash. It takes up residence across the bridge of the nose. Resembling a wolf in markings-some say-and…oh God.”
His fingers have penetrated and he’s painting my pussy lips with my own juices. He’s licking and thrusting and I’m trying so hard to not move-to behave-that I wonder if I will simply pass out from oxygen deprivation.
“Spread your legs.”
I do and he goes at me in earnest now, licking at my pussy, nudging my clit until my cunt muscles bunch up tight and greedy around his fingers and I come.
He tugs my hand and I’m out of the chair, red indentations marring my palms from gripping so hard. I’m his poseable doll as he puts me on hands and knees and he’s mumbling under his breath, deep rumbling, words I can’t make out but they excite me. I feel the fine-fine hairs along my back stand up like I’m being touched with electricity. His zipper growls, his knee bangs mine apart further and he’s sliding the tip of his cock along my wet split.
“You are a good girl, Carling.”
“Yes.”
“You take orders well.”
“Yes.”
“Maybe you need more help with your studies,” says the man I’ve been in love with for two years and yet I’ve never seen this side of him.
“Yes.”
He slides into me, fingers biting into the thicker flesh at my hips, holding that meaty bit of me while he rocks into me hard enough that I feel the fine stinging bite of the carpet on my knees.
Edward holds me tight, slams into me. I’m moving just a bit and he’s panting and I can hear that he is close. He angles his hot body over me and says in my ear even as he continues to fuck me “Reach und