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barely think, only revel in her senses.
Red himself didn’t touch her. All he did was observe, his unusual eyes glinting, his mouth curved in a slight, sensual smile. And yet as Vicki fingered her clit and twisted and tweaked at her nipples again, she was connected to him, deeply and directly. Despite her initial embarrassment, now she couldn’t look away from him. She just went on slicking, slicking, slicking at herself, her eyes locked with his.
The slight smile widened, and in her head she heard the words, Good girl. Good girl.
You bastard! You bastard! You bastard!
Silently chanting, she glared back, feeling their wills lock and mate with each other. She could taste the sensual wickedness and devilment that drove him. It was what she felt too. They were matched, a complementary pair
I bet you think you’ve seen everything, don’t you?
His dark head tilted, as if he’d heard her unvoiced taunt.
Well, watch this!
A sudden, outrageous inspiration flashed across her mind, dredged up from some dark, perverse corner she’d never reached before. Aware of Red’s eyes glittering behind their lenses, she reached for the small champagne bottle, put it to her lips and upended it, swallowing all that was left of the superb wine but barely tasting it.
When the bottle was dry, she reversed it in her hand and, tilting her hips even more, positioned the glass neck of it against the slippery entrance to her sex.
Red gasped. Triumph surged through Vicki so powerfully that she almost came instantaneously. But somehow, she managed to control the intense waves of pleasure, and slid the neck of the bottle slowly into her body.
“Oh Vicki, Vicki, Vicki,” Red breathed as she began to pump her makeshift dildo in and out. And as her hot flesh clenched hungrily at the cool, silky glass, her elation soared and rocketed with the same intensity as her pleasure.
There was nothing impassive and detached about Red Webster now. He was lit from within by lust, and across his cheekbones there was a high flush of arousal. He swallowed, and his white teeth flashed, his smile not mocking or amused anymore but shot through with wonder.
And it was that expression, that dazzling glow, that tipped her over into an immense wrenching orgasm. Her flesh pulsed deep and hard around the intrusion, and her hips worked so furiously that it almost slipped out of her.
As she almost blacked out, the pleasure too intense to be borne, a big, strong hand closed gently around her smaller one.
Red steadied the bottle to keep it safely in its place.
Chapter Four
Reclining back in the bath, up to her chin in bubbles, Vicki smirked as she brought her mineral water to her lips. It was going to be difficult looking at any kind of bottle from now on, after what she’d done with the champagne bottle in the limousine.
Look what you’ve done, Red Webster. You’ve made me into a wicked degenerate.
Setting her Evian aside, she floated in the scented water, just letting herself null out rather than analyze what was happening to her. She’d had the most magnificent orgasm, lolling across Red’s lap like an odalisque with the neck of the champagne bottle inside her, and now she was relaxed and full of delicious well-being.
After she’d come back to earth, she’d fully expected Red to demand some kind of quid pro quo, but again he’d surprised her. He’d been erect—his cock like an iron bar against her thigh—but all he’d done was give her one of his perplexing smiles and murmur, “Later.”
He’d helped her dress again, straightening her cardigan and skirt once she’d wiggled into her knickers, then handing her the ruined remnants of her bra and her camisole so she could hide them away safely in her bag.
After that, it’d been barely ten minutes’ more drive before they’d arrived at their destination.
Ah yes, their destination. Vicki glanced around happily.
She was in a beautiful Art Deco bathroom, in possibly the best suite in one of the
Red himself didn’t touch her. All he did was observe, his unusual eyes glinting, his mouth curved in a slight, sensual smile. And yet as Vicki fingered her clit and twisted and tweaked at her nipples again, she was connected to him, deeply and directly. Despite her initial embarrassment, now she couldn’t look away from him. She just went on slicking, slicking, slicking at herself, her eyes locked with his.
The slight smile widened, and in her head she heard the words, Good girl. Good girl.
You bastard! You bastard! You bastard!
Silently chanting, she glared back, feeling their wills lock and mate with each other. She could taste the sensual wickedness and devilment that drove him. It was what she felt too. They were matched, a complementary pair
I bet you think you’ve seen everything, don’t you?
His dark head tilted, as if he’d heard her unvoiced taunt.
Well, watch this!
A sudden, outrageous inspiration flashed across her mind, dredged up from some dark, perverse corner she’d never reached before. Aware of Red’s eyes glittering behind their lenses, she reached for the small champagne bottle, put it to her lips and upended it, swallowing all that was left of the superb wine but barely tasting it.
When the bottle was dry, she reversed it in her hand and, tilting her hips even more, positioned the glass neck of it against the slippery entrance to her sex.
Red gasped. Triumph surged through Vicki so powerfully that she almost came instantaneously. But somehow, she managed to control the intense waves of pleasure, and slid the neck of the bottle slowly into her body.
“Oh Vicki, Vicki, Vicki,” Red breathed as she began to pump her makeshift dildo in and out. And as her hot flesh clenched hungrily at the cool, silky glass, her elation soared and rocketed with the same intensity as her pleasure.
There was nothing impassive and detached about Red Webster now. He was lit from within by lust, and across his cheekbones there was a high flush of arousal. He swallowed, and his white teeth flashed, his smile not mocking or amused anymore but shot through with wonder.
And it was that expression, that dazzling glow, that tipped her over into an immense wrenching orgasm. Her flesh pulsed deep and hard around the intrusion, and her hips worked so furiously that it almost slipped out of her.
As she almost blacked out, the pleasure too intense to be borne, a big, strong hand closed gently around her smaller one.
Red steadied the bottle to keep it safely in its place.
Chapter Four
Reclining back in the bath, up to her chin in bubbles, Vicki smirked as she brought her mineral water to her lips. It was going to be difficult looking at any kind of bottle from now on, after what she’d done with the champagne bottle in the limousine.
Look what you’ve done, Red Webster. You’ve made me into a wicked degenerate.
Setting her Evian aside, she floated in the scented water, just letting herself null out rather than analyze what was happening to her. She’d had the most magnificent orgasm, lolling across Red’s lap like an odalisque with the neck of the champagne bottle inside her, and now she was relaxed and full of delicious well-being.
After she’d come back to earth, she’d fully expected Red to demand some kind of quid pro quo, but again he’d surprised her. He’d been erect—his cock like an iron bar against her thigh—but all he’d done was give her one of his perplexing smiles and murmur, “Later.”
He’d helped her dress again, straightening her cardigan and skirt once she’d wiggled into her knickers, then handing her the ruined remnants of her bra and her camisole so she could hide them away safely in her bag.
After that, it’d been barely ten minutes’ more drive before they’d arrived at their destination.
Ah yes, their destination. Vicki glanced around happily.
She was in a beautiful Art Deco bathroom, in possibly the best suite in one of the
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