of sandalwood enveloped her in a cocoon of relaxation. Her second glass of wine pushed the last of the stress of the day away, and she sighed heavily. An image started to form in her head of who this mystery man might be — a tall, dark, strong, caring…Dom. Her eyes closed and her hands began to roam over her body, the way she imagined her secret admirer’s would. Down over the swell of her breasts, she found her beaded nipples, taut and sensitive. She flicked them gently and rolled her palms over them in circles until they were as tight as they could get. Cupping her breasts, she pinched both nipples between her thumb and forefingers squeezing harder until she gasped. Her skin prickled and flushed as the fantasy of the mysterious stranger in her head became more intense and even more lifelike judging by the way her body was reacting to the mere thought of being back in the capable hands of a genuine Dom.
Her head fell back, and her spine arched as her knees fell slightly apart. Her clit pulsed in anticipation. One hand released her breast and ran down over her flat belly to the apex of her parted thighs. Her hands mimicking the movements of the man in her mind, her middle finger parted the smooth, swollen lips of her pussy to ever so lightly circle her clit. One hand still pinched her nipple, alternating between the two, while she slid her thumb between her thighs, parting her lips even more as she pinched and tugged on her clit, building up the intensity of her pleasure. Rolling her clit between her fingers, the rest of the world disappeared. Nothing existed but the man in her dream and the pleasure building low in her belly.
Her body began to undulate as her fingers traveled further down to the entrance of her passage. First one, then two fingers stretched her sex as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out of herself. Her thumb pressed against her clit, and she slipped a third finger into her passage. Her little finger rubbed against the entrance to her ass as she began to pump faster into her core, and her body began to move, riding her own hand. Her breath quickened, and each inch of her skin felt ready to burst as she imagined her mystery Dom pleasing her. Strong hands, muscles bulging, tensing with control and power, and the faint hint of a deep, velvet baritone guiding her pleasure consumed her imagination.
She bit down on her lip to hold in her screams of pleasure, to keep from coming so quickly, but it didn’t do much good . The slight jolt of pain pushed her over the edge, her body contracting around her fingers wildly as she came hard and fast, free-falling into the blissful spasms of her orgasm. Her body trembled, and she felt breathless as she came back to reality, the cool bath water surrounding her sensitive skin. A disappointed sigh left her lips as she pushed herself up in the tub. Languid limbs went through the motions of scrubbing her skin, lathering her hair, washing the stresses of the day away. Pulling the plug and rinsing her hair in the faucet, she stepped out of the tub, wrapping herself in a plush towel. Her mind was a million miles away, still lost in the ebb and flow of a power exchange with the faceless man she’d conjured to match the mystery note. Padding to the bed, her fingers moved of their own volition over the edges of the note on the nightstand. Dropping the towel, she picked up the note and laid it on the pillow next to her. The subtle scent of cologne wafted across her senses like a delicate caress, and she closed her eyes to savor it. The heady mix of wine combined with her orgasm relaxed her enough that moments after falling into her satin sheets, she slept better than she had in weeks.
Chapter Two
Bitter scents of dark roasted coffee beans mingled with the sweet aromas of pumpkin, vanilla, caramel and chocolate. Cinnamon and hazelnut pastries taunted her from behind the thick glass of the bakery cabinet while she stood in line at her usual coffee stop on the way to work.
Her head fell back, and her spine arched as her knees fell slightly apart. Her clit pulsed in anticipation. One hand released her breast and ran down over her flat belly to the apex of her parted thighs. Her hands mimicking the movements of the man in her mind, her middle finger parted the smooth, swollen lips of her pussy to ever so lightly circle her clit. One hand still pinched her nipple, alternating between the two, while she slid her thumb between her thighs, parting her lips even more as she pinched and tugged on her clit, building up the intensity of her pleasure. Rolling her clit between her fingers, the rest of the world disappeared. Nothing existed but the man in her dream and the pleasure building low in her belly.
Her body began to undulate as her fingers traveled further down to the entrance of her passage. First one, then two fingers stretched her sex as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out of herself. Her thumb pressed against her clit, and she slipped a third finger into her passage. Her little finger rubbed against the entrance to her ass as she began to pump faster into her core, and her body began to move, riding her own hand. Her breath quickened, and each inch of her skin felt ready to burst as she imagined her mystery Dom pleasing her. Strong hands, muscles bulging, tensing with control and power, and the faint hint of a deep, velvet baritone guiding her pleasure consumed her imagination.
She bit down on her lip to hold in her screams of pleasure, to keep from coming so quickly, but it didn’t do much good . The slight jolt of pain pushed her over the edge, her body contracting around her fingers wildly as she came hard and fast, free-falling into the blissful spasms of her orgasm. Her body trembled, and she felt breathless as she came back to reality, the cool bath water surrounding her sensitive skin. A disappointed sigh left her lips as she pushed herself up in the tub. Languid limbs went through the motions of scrubbing her skin, lathering her hair, washing the stresses of the day away. Pulling the plug and rinsing her hair in the faucet, she stepped out of the tub, wrapping herself in a plush towel. Her mind was a million miles away, still lost in the ebb and flow of a power exchange with the faceless man she’d conjured to match the mystery note. Padding to the bed, her fingers moved of their own volition over the edges of the note on the nightstand. Dropping the towel, she picked up the note and laid it on the pillow next to her. The subtle scent of cologne wafted across her senses like a delicate caress, and she closed her eyes to savor it. The heady mix of wine combined with her orgasm relaxed her enough that moments after falling into her satin sheets, she slept better than she had in weeks.
Chapter Two
Bitter scents of dark roasted coffee beans mingled with the sweet aromas of pumpkin, vanilla, caramel and chocolate. Cinnamon and hazelnut pastries taunted her from behind the thick glass of the bakery cabinet while she stood in line at her usual coffee stop on the way to work.
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