Heal their Hearts

Copyright © 2023 Claire Highton-StevensonAll rights reserved.ISBN:This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DedicationIt’s when we start working together that the real healing takes place—- David Hume AcknowledgmentsSome people step up, while others step back. It is only after the dust settles that you see who is still there by your side. This book acknowledges those who continue to walk beside me.You know who you are.She fascinates me, with witty narrative and understanding.Wading from the shallow, out into the depths of me.A dive many promise but can’t deliver.She fascinates me. PrologueGeorgia Samuels dangled the key to the cuffs in front of the woman’s face and smirked at her as she sipped an ice-cold Negroni slowly, contemplating her next move. Straddled across the woman’s lap in nothing more than the black lace underwear she had changed into after work, Georgia dragged it out, knowing it would only turn the woman on more to be made to wait. Squirming beneath her, trying to pretend she wasn’t bothered when really, she was prepared to beg for it if Georgia asked her to.Wednesday nights were looking up.The blonde currently writhing beneath her, loosely chained to the bed, grinned up at her. Eyes wide in anticipation. Georgia couldn’t even remember her name; she liked it that way. It was safer for her heart to have no attachment to anyone she played with. She couldn’t even be sure the woman knew her name either, which suited her even more.All the woman had for sure was a safe word. Not that she would need to use it, Georgia rarely wanted to go that far with her sexual playmates. But she had learned from experience that one woman’s boundary might not be that far away, and so she always insisted upon it.She caught sight of herself in the mirror as she tilted her head back, feeling the cold swig slide past her tongue. Dark hair, messy and tousled from the fingertips that had been dragged through it and yanked at it as the throes of passion had taken hold. She’d recently had an undercut put in and loved it when she swept her hair off her face and ran her hand over the soft stubble. She’d liked it even more when the woman had done the same thing.Her tan had long faded but her skin was still several shades darker than the woman beneath her. Studying herself for a moment longer, the red lipstick she’d worn was now nothing more than a smear around the woman’s mouth and nipples. She realised too that she looked flushed and hot, and tired but that didn’t matter now, not with such a compliant mouth waiting eagerly to bring her all the pleasure she desired to take. Her dark eyes were narrowed and darkened even more than they usually were, tired but excited at the prospect of moving up the bed and letting this woman’s mouth do its magic.Slowly, her attention was brought back, focusing on her next task.“Here’s what is going to happen,” she said with the authority she knew she had in this moment, eager eyes continued to stare up at her. “In a minute, I’m going to sit on your face, and you’re going to be a good girl…a very…good…girl.”The woman bit her lip and tried to wriggle her hips until Georgia clamped her thighs tighter.“Are you going to be a good girl or am I going to have to punish you some more?” Not that it would be a punishment for either of them at this moment. “It’s your choice.”She thought back to when they’d first arrived in the room. When Georgia had taken a seat on the small sofa, leaned back and placed her arms along the back of it. Sure of herself and the situation at hand.Still in her suit, jacket unbuttoned, the white shirt’s top buttons undone. She knew she looked powerful. Exuding confidence and a self-assuredness she didn’t always feel, but it didn’t matter so long as everyone else thought it.“Take it all off,” she’d demanded confidently, staring salaciously at the woman standing nervously in her short red dress. “And do it slowly, I want to enjoy it.”The woman did exactly as she was told. Unpeeling and revealing herself a little more as the dress was discarded with a quick flick of her wrist, red material floated towards Georgia, landing untouched in her lap.When she was down to just her underwear. Georgia patted her lap, smirking. It wasn’t an invitation to sit, that much the woman knew. Squealing with delight as she lay across the legs on offer and felt the first of many slaps to her buttocks. Georgia never really understood the need for pain, but she understood the want by many to feel powerless, punished, or just treated as though they were naughty little girls who needed putting in their place. She was happy to play along if it meant getting her needs met later, much later, once she’d made them wait long enough.She tipped the glass and watched as the dark liquid splashed against the pale naked torso beneath her, bringing them both back to the present moment.The woman shrieked at the sudden coldness, her hips rising involuntarily, eager to find some minuscule moment of relief for her aching clit. Georgia had been teasing her for almost an hour and she’d loved every second of it, but she was ready now for something more, something she would plead for if she got the chance.“So…what’s it going to be?” Georgia raised a brow at her and sipped again. She still wasn’t sure about Negroni as a drink, but the woman liked it and so she’d poured one for herself, not the woman.“I’ll be good, so…very…good…I promise.” The woman bit her lip and breathed heavily, her chest rising