the
commitment.
Blunt fingers
brushed across both nipples at once, and she whimpered. It was all she could do
to remain still then his fingertips closed tightly over the twin nubs, pinching
hard. She hissed in a sharp breath, absorbing the bite of pain. He gave a rough
tug and desire flooded her pussy.
“Your body
pleases me very much.” He released her nipples, pressing warm palms against
them, massaging her breasts with strong fingers. “Tell me, are your knees
hurting?”
“Yes, Sir.” But
I’ll stay here forever as long as you continue touching me .
“I’m going to
help you stand. Keep your hands behind your head.” He wrapped his hands around
her waist from behind and lifted her. “Spread you feet wide.”
She shuffled her
feet, only to have him kick them farther apart while still supporting her at
her waist. One hand remained there, while the other trailed across her hip. She
held her breath as one finger slid toward the cleft of her buttocks.
“Relax.” He
paused in his exploration until her shoulders dropped and she let out her
breath. “Breathe, girl. Your body is mine, or it will be soon. I’ll know all of
it in much more intimate detail than this.”
His finger
parted her, pausing to test the tight ring of muscles hidden there. She
struggled to breathe.
“Has anyone had
you here?” he asked.
“No, Sir.”
“Never?”
“Never, Sir.”
“Your choice, or
theirs?”
She shrugged her
shoulders. “I don’t have much experience, Sir.” That was an understatement if
she ever heard one.
His finger
massaged her anus, making it almost impossible to think. “Tell me. How many
lovers have you had?”
She swallowed
hard. Oh God. If she told the truth, he would probably send her home right now.
His hand left her ass, only to return a second later. This time, he pressed his
wet finger harder against her. As he breached the tight ring, she gasped. Her
knees buckled.
The hand at her
waist wrapped around her, securing her hip against his groin, and all the
while, his fingertip remained imbedded inside her. His erection ground against
her hipbone, and desire swirled low in her belly.
“The truth,
girl. Never lie to me. Ever,” he growled in her ear. “I don’t care if it’s one
lover or one hundred. You’re mine now, and I need the information in order to
plan our time together.”
Her inexperience
must be obvious to him, so no use lying. “Only two, Sir. But I haven’t had a
lover in over a year if you don’t count the few times I’ve played with Brooke
and her master.”
“Thank you for
your honesty.” His calm voice put her at ease. He extricated his finger from
her ass, taking care to soothe her with a gentle caress afterwards. “Can you
stand on your own now?”
Her knees were
shaky, and she wasn’t overly steady in the best of times in high heels, but
sensing he expected her to be strong, she focused on regaining her balance. “Yes,
Sir. Thank you, Sir, for your support.”
He set her away
from him, though one palm remained on the curve of her hip. “I’ll always take
care of you. I can and will push your limits, but I’ll always have your safety
and pleasure in mind.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I can smell
your arousal, girl.” His hand moved between her legs, cupping her sex. As his
hand met her swollen flesh, she gasped. “Lovely. You’re wet for me.” His
fingers flickered through her folds, found her opening, and tunneled inside. “Tight.
Excellent.” He wiggled his fingers, discovering the spot inside she knew from
self-exploration would bring her to orgasm with a minimum of attention. “You
want to come, don’t you?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
“Yes, Sir.” She
barely got the words out on a whisper.
His fingers
abruptly left her and she cried out.
“Not today.”
He switched
hands—the one between her legs replacing the one on her hip, which slipped
across her stomach to the small patch of trimmed hair on her mound. She bit
commitment.
Blunt fingers
brushed across both nipples at once, and she whimpered. It was all she could do
to remain still then his fingertips closed tightly over the twin nubs, pinching
hard. She hissed in a sharp breath, absorbing the bite of pain. He gave a rough
tug and desire flooded her pussy.
“Your body
pleases me very much.” He released her nipples, pressing warm palms against
them, massaging her breasts with strong fingers. “Tell me, are your knees
hurting?”
“Yes, Sir.” But
I’ll stay here forever as long as you continue touching me .
“I’m going to
help you stand. Keep your hands behind your head.” He wrapped his hands around
her waist from behind and lifted her. “Spread you feet wide.”
She shuffled her
feet, only to have him kick them farther apart while still supporting her at
her waist. One hand remained there, while the other trailed across her hip. She
held her breath as one finger slid toward the cleft of her buttocks.
“Relax.” He
paused in his exploration until her shoulders dropped and she let out her
breath. “Breathe, girl. Your body is mine, or it will be soon. I’ll know all of
it in much more intimate detail than this.”
His finger
parted her, pausing to test the tight ring of muscles hidden there. She
struggled to breathe.
“Has anyone had
you here?” he asked.
“No, Sir.”
“Never?”
“Never, Sir.”
“Your choice, or
theirs?”
She shrugged her
shoulders. “I don’t have much experience, Sir.” That was an understatement if
she ever heard one.
His finger
massaged her anus, making it almost impossible to think. “Tell me. How many
lovers have you had?”
She swallowed
hard. Oh God. If she told the truth, he would probably send her home right now.
His hand left her ass, only to return a second later. This time, he pressed his
wet finger harder against her. As he breached the tight ring, she gasped. Her
knees buckled.
The hand at her
waist wrapped around her, securing her hip against his groin, and all the
while, his fingertip remained imbedded inside her. His erection ground against
her hipbone, and desire swirled low in her belly.
“The truth,
girl. Never lie to me. Ever,” he growled in her ear. “I don’t care if it’s one
lover or one hundred. You’re mine now, and I need the information in order to
plan our time together.”
Her inexperience
must be obvious to him, so no use lying. “Only two, Sir. But I haven’t had a
lover in over a year if you don’t count the few times I’ve played with Brooke
and her master.”
“Thank you for
your honesty.” His calm voice put her at ease. He extricated his finger from
her ass, taking care to soothe her with a gentle caress afterwards. “Can you
stand on your own now?”
Her knees were
shaky, and she wasn’t overly steady in the best of times in high heels, but
sensing he expected her to be strong, she focused on regaining her balance. “Yes,
Sir. Thank you, Sir, for your support.”
He set her away
from him, though one palm remained on the curve of her hip. “I’ll always take
care of you. I can and will push your limits, but I’ll always have your safety
and pleasure in mind.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I can smell
your arousal, girl.” His hand moved between her legs, cupping her sex. As his
hand met her swollen flesh, she gasped. “Lovely. You’re wet for me.” His
fingers flickered through her folds, found her opening, and tunneled inside. “Tight.
Excellent.” He wiggled his fingers, discovering the spot inside she knew from
self-exploration would bring her to orgasm with a minimum of attention. “You
want to come, don’t you?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
“Yes, Sir.” She
barely got the words out on a whisper.
His fingers
abruptly left her and she cried out.
“Not today.”
He switched
hands—the one between her legs replacing the one on her hip, which slipped
across her stomach to the small patch of trimmed hair on her mound. She bit