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seemed
Perry was of a like mind.
"Where?" she asked as he walked at a speed
she wouldn't have thought possible a few hours earlier.
"Where do I want to fuck you?" He began to
tow her up the staircase. "Everywhere, in your cunt, your ass, whatever
pleases us both. Now that I am hazy about."
"I meant
what room," Maggie said, with as much dignity she could muster when her
skin tingled and she found it hard to breath. She wasn't at all hazy about
their preferences. They meshed perfectly.
"Everywhere. But we'll start in here."
Perry opened the door to the bedroom they'd vacated
such a short while earlier. "I think we'll start as I mean us to go on.
Strip and lie face down with your arse in the air."
Chapter
Eight
Well that was going on with a vengeance. Maggie
might wonder if Perry was able to do what she rather suspected he had in mind,
but to hang with the doctor and Nash's softly, softly, approach. If Perry
wanted to play in a way they both loved who was she to complain. Maggie
reckoned he was old enough and sensible enough to stop when it all became too
much for his weakened self.
"Now Maggie." His voice compelled,
demanded even, and Maggie's core throbbed with the need to do as he dictated. "Unless
you want your arse tanning … No that is no punishment. Perhaps I say unless you
want me to withhold your completion?"
She shuddered as she stepped out of her dress. That
punishment had been used before to the detriment and then ultimate enjoyment of
them both. Of course he noticed and he chuckled. "Ah, is that more like it?
It will all come back to me I'm sure. What I do remember is that I'm the leader
here."
What is it about a
bump on the head that brings the caveman out in a normally rational male? Although in all
fairness, Maggie happily accepted Peregrine was always in charge with regards
to their sexual activities, even when he let her be. It might not suit some people
but for their loving assignations it suited them both perfectly. Outside of
those times they tempered it to suit whatever circumstance dictated.
She looked over her shoulder as she put her knee
onto the bed in preparation for doing as he said. "I remember," she
said and could have cursed at her stupidity. To remind him that she was privy
to things he wasn't was a cruel thing to do. Luckily he chuckled ruefully.
"And I do not. But I will … oh by all that's
holy I pray I will." He stayed silent for a second, and she used the time
to get into the position he asked of her. As the silence stretched to a point
where she almost turned around to check he was still awake and not comatose on
the floor, a hand—a large familiar male hand—caressed the globes of her arse.
"You will tell me all if this state of limbo
continues past the point I can't bear it won't you?" One finger stroked up
the soft cleft between each rounded globe and teased the puckered hole there.
He might have consciously forgotten her, but his mind knew what worked to send
her pulse soaring and her body shivering in anticipation of what was to come.
"Won't you, love?" His fingers stopped
moving and she moaned in disappointment as she dithered how best to answer.
A sharp smack on each arse cheek made her gasp and
squirm. His laugh was low, full of promise, and made her juices gather. This
was the Perry she remembered. For each two smacks, he caressed her. For each
caress his finger teased inside her that little bit more.
"Won't you?" His hand stilled and he began
to remove his finger one tantalizing tiny movement after another.
"Y … yes, yes of course." She'd promise
anything for him not to stop.
When he bit she came without warning. Her composure
shattered, her cunt muscled tensed and relaxed and wave upon wave of stinging
sensation bounced through her. How she didn't fall onto the coverlet and grind
her nub and nipples to aid her release she'd never know. Probably only the
ingrained desire to do as he demanded stopped her.
She cut her scream off by biting the
Perry was of a like mind.
"Where?" she asked as he walked at a speed
she wouldn't have thought possible a few hours earlier.
"Where do I want to fuck you?" He began to
tow her up the staircase. "Everywhere, in your cunt, your ass, whatever
pleases us both. Now that I am hazy about."
"I meant
what room," Maggie said, with as much dignity she could muster when her
skin tingled and she found it hard to breath. She wasn't at all hazy about
their preferences. They meshed perfectly.
"Everywhere. But we'll start in here."
Perry opened the door to the bedroom they'd vacated
such a short while earlier. "I think we'll start as I mean us to go on.
Strip and lie face down with your arse in the air."
Chapter
Eight
Well that was going on with a vengeance. Maggie
might wonder if Perry was able to do what she rather suspected he had in mind,
but to hang with the doctor and Nash's softly, softly, approach. If Perry
wanted to play in a way they both loved who was she to complain. Maggie
reckoned he was old enough and sensible enough to stop when it all became too
much for his weakened self.
"Now Maggie." His voice compelled,
demanded even, and Maggie's core throbbed with the need to do as he dictated. "Unless
you want your arse tanning … No that is no punishment. Perhaps I say unless you
want me to withhold your completion?"
She shuddered as she stepped out of her dress. That
punishment had been used before to the detriment and then ultimate enjoyment of
them both. Of course he noticed and he chuckled. "Ah, is that more like it?
It will all come back to me I'm sure. What I do remember is that I'm the leader
here."
What is it about a
bump on the head that brings the caveman out in a normally rational male? Although in all
fairness, Maggie happily accepted Peregrine was always in charge with regards
to their sexual activities, even when he let her be. It might not suit some people
but for their loving assignations it suited them both perfectly. Outside of
those times they tempered it to suit whatever circumstance dictated.
She looked over her shoulder as she put her knee
onto the bed in preparation for doing as he said. "I remember," she
said and could have cursed at her stupidity. To remind him that she was privy
to things he wasn't was a cruel thing to do. Luckily he chuckled ruefully.
"And I do not. But I will … oh by all that's
holy I pray I will." He stayed silent for a second, and she used the time
to get into the position he asked of her. As the silence stretched to a point
where she almost turned around to check he was still awake and not comatose on
the floor, a hand—a large familiar male hand—caressed the globes of her arse.
"You will tell me all if this state of limbo
continues past the point I can't bear it won't you?" One finger stroked up
the soft cleft between each rounded globe and teased the puckered hole there.
He might have consciously forgotten her, but his mind knew what worked to send
her pulse soaring and her body shivering in anticipation of what was to come.
"Won't you, love?" His fingers stopped
moving and she moaned in disappointment as she dithered how best to answer.
A sharp smack on each arse cheek made her gasp and
squirm. His laugh was low, full of promise, and made her juices gather. This
was the Perry she remembered. For each two smacks, he caressed her. For each
caress his finger teased inside her that little bit more.
"Won't you?" His hand stilled and he began
to remove his finger one tantalizing tiny movement after another.
"Y … yes, yes of course." She'd promise
anything for him not to stop.
When he bit she came without warning. Her composure
shattered, her cunt muscled tensed and relaxed and wave upon wave of stinging
sensation bounced through her. How she didn't fall onto the coverlet and grind
her nub and nipples to aid her release she'd never know. Probably only the
ingrained desire to do as he demanded stopped her.
She cut her scream off by biting the
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