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of her nightgown. The midnight-blue silk brought out the blue
in her eyes and made her skin look especially creamy. Who was he
kidding? Women like this spent a fortune on procedures and products
that kept them looking good.
She paused with both straps around her
elbows and slowly turned around. Drawing her hair over her shoulder
she exposed her back. Then she lowered the gown to her hips, giving
him an unobstructed view of her elegant spine.
“Keep going.” The silk hissed as it slid
down her legs to pool around her ankles. Holy fuck, her ass was
tight and round, her legs long and sleekly muscled. Why would Xyell
ever leave her bed? Heat flooded his groin and hardened his cock.
This was going to be a lot more challenging than he’d thought.
“Turn around.” His throat was so dry he barely formed the
words.
After a distinct hesitation, she obeyed. Her
hair covered her breasts and she kept her face averted, so he let
his gaze descend along her body. Nice tight abs and gently flared
hips. Her mound was bare, which he liked. He’d enjoy all that
smooth, soft skin beneath his lips and against his pelvis as he
thrust into her.
But not yet, perhaps not tonight.
“Move your hair and lock your hands behind
your head.” That wide-eyed innocence stole over her expression
again, and he wanted to laugh. She was so far out of her depths it
wasn’t funny. “If you can’t obey without hesitation, this isn’t
going to work.” He moved closer, invading her personal space
without actually touching her. “My lovers must submit. It’s the
only way I can be truly satisfied. Do you still want to do
this?”
“Yes.” Her response came quickly, but he
didn’t miss the tremor in her voice.
“Show me.”
She raised her arms and entwined her hands
behind her head. “Very good. Now these are the rules. You ask
permission to speak. You ask permission to come. If you come
without permission, I will punish you.”
“Punish me?”
Fear burst through her uncertainty and she
started to lower her arms. He placed his hands below her elbows,
preventing the retreat. “I will elicit intense sensations, but I
will only hurt you if I see that pain will amplify your pleasure. I
will give you a safe word, but you must understand that I need you
to trust me. If you are unable to trust me, again, this won’t
work.”
She lowered her gaze to his chest and
pressed her lips together. They trembled anyway. “I’m afraid.”
“That’s natural for your first time. I’ll go
slowly.” She nodded and hesitantly met his gaze. “It’s best if you
choose the safe word. It’s easier to remember that way.”
“Pompeii,” she whispered.
The choice troubled him. Her mind was still
filled with connections to her husband. This was why he avoided
married women. He hated complications. Refusing to dwell on the
obstacle, he moved behind her and inhaled her scent. Clean, light,
surprisingly feminine.
He cupped her breasts and pressed against
her back. “Your hair smells like flowers.”
“Is that good or bad?”
Pressing her nipples to the point of pain,
he reminded her, “You must ask permission to speak. And right now I
want you to listen. Listen to the sound of my voice and pay
attention to your body. In fact, close your eyes. I want you to
feel, just feel.”
They were reflected in the mirror above his
built-in dresser. Her eyes drifted closed and her head rested
lightly on his shoulder. His hands appeared dark against her pale
skin. The contrast fascinated him. He moved his hands to the
bottoms of her breasts, squeezing gently while he enjoyed the sight
of the firm mounds rising from his palms.
He rolled her nipples, beginning with gentle
caresses and gradually increasing the pressure. She finally
squirmed when he pulled and twisted just a bit. She preferred a
firm hand, but her body responded better to pleasure than pain.
Understanding his course, he pushed onward.
One of his hands continued to stimulate her
breasts while the other
in her eyes and made her skin look especially creamy. Who was he
kidding? Women like this spent a fortune on procedures and products
that kept them looking good.
She paused with both straps around her
elbows and slowly turned around. Drawing her hair over her shoulder
she exposed her back. Then she lowered the gown to her hips, giving
him an unobstructed view of her elegant spine.
“Keep going.” The silk hissed as it slid
down her legs to pool around her ankles. Holy fuck, her ass was
tight and round, her legs long and sleekly muscled. Why would Xyell
ever leave her bed? Heat flooded his groin and hardened his cock.
This was going to be a lot more challenging than he’d thought.
“Turn around.” His throat was so dry he barely formed the
words.
After a distinct hesitation, she obeyed. Her
hair covered her breasts and she kept her face averted, so he let
his gaze descend along her body. Nice tight abs and gently flared
hips. Her mound was bare, which he liked. He’d enjoy all that
smooth, soft skin beneath his lips and against his pelvis as he
thrust into her.
But not yet, perhaps not tonight.
“Move your hair and lock your hands behind
your head.” That wide-eyed innocence stole over her expression
again, and he wanted to laugh. She was so far out of her depths it
wasn’t funny. “If you can’t obey without hesitation, this isn’t
going to work.” He moved closer, invading her personal space
without actually touching her. “My lovers must submit. It’s the
only way I can be truly satisfied. Do you still want to do
this?”
“Yes.” Her response came quickly, but he
didn’t miss the tremor in her voice.
“Show me.”
She raised her arms and entwined her hands
behind her head. “Very good. Now these are the rules. You ask
permission to speak. You ask permission to come. If you come
without permission, I will punish you.”
“Punish me?”
Fear burst through her uncertainty and she
started to lower her arms. He placed his hands below her elbows,
preventing the retreat. “I will elicit intense sensations, but I
will only hurt you if I see that pain will amplify your pleasure. I
will give you a safe word, but you must understand that I need you
to trust me. If you are unable to trust me, again, this won’t
work.”
She lowered her gaze to his chest and
pressed her lips together. They trembled anyway. “I’m afraid.”
“That’s natural for your first time. I’ll go
slowly.” She nodded and hesitantly met his gaze. “It’s best if you
choose the safe word. It’s easier to remember that way.”
“Pompeii,” she whispered.
The choice troubled him. Her mind was still
filled with connections to her husband. This was why he avoided
married women. He hated complications. Refusing to dwell on the
obstacle, he moved behind her and inhaled her scent. Clean, light,
surprisingly feminine.
He cupped her breasts and pressed against
her back. “Your hair smells like flowers.”
“Is that good or bad?”
Pressing her nipples to the point of pain,
he reminded her, “You must ask permission to speak. And right now I
want you to listen. Listen to the sound of my voice and pay
attention to your body. In fact, close your eyes. I want you to
feel, just feel.”
They were reflected in the mirror above his
built-in dresser. Her eyes drifted closed and her head rested
lightly on his shoulder. His hands appeared dark against her pale
skin. The contrast fascinated him. He moved his hands to the
bottoms of her breasts, squeezing gently while he enjoyed the sight
of the firm mounds rising from his palms.
He rolled her nipples, beginning with gentle
caresses and gradually increasing the pressure. She finally
squirmed when he pulled and twisted just a bit. She preferred a
firm hand, but her body responded better to pleasure than pain.
Understanding his course, he pushed onward.
One of his hands continued to stimulate her
breasts while the other
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