admit the sensations she'd experienced during lovemaking was like nothing she'd ever felt before. There wasn't an inch of flesh he hadn't consumed. And yes, when I put my mouth on him, taste him on my tongue, I feel empowered. When he moans with pleasure and cries out my name, I feel sexy and wanted. And when he worships my body, slides into me so far I can feel him in my soul, I feel loved. No, she wouldn't leave Lyon.
He'd taught her to feel like a woman, desired and lusted after by a man who seemed insatiable and with a one-track mind to bring her unending pleasure. He'd completed his part of the bargain.
Now she would complete hers.
* * * * *
She slid open his armoire with unsure hands and thought about selecting some sex toys to tease and torture him but opted against it. She closed the closet and decided that tonight, she'd just torture him with her body. After all, he'd paid good money for the pleasure.
She approached Gerard and asked him to prepare a special dinner of Lyon's favorite foods and something sinful for dessert. Gerard simply nodded, smiled, and disappeared.
When Lyon returned to the house, Gerard had prepared a sumptuous dinner of lobster, sirloin steak tips, roasted garlic potatoes, and chocolate mousse for dessert. Isabella's mouth watered as she gazed at the feast, then at Lyon's look of approval. First step, accomplished.
Suddenly, she found herself ravenous. She sat in the chair he'd pulled out for her, reached for her linen napkin, and perused the table.
Ah, Gerard had added oysters to the menu. Good.
They'd need all the strength they could get.
Chapter Eight
"What are you up to?" he asked later as she lit candles in the bedroom. "I'm supposed to be the one seducing you. Don't get me wrong, Belle. I'm not complaining." With raised eyebrows, she turned to meet his gaze. "Then you won't mind if I take the initiative?"
Her eyes were stormy grey and he smiled. "On the contrary, please, take anything you want. I'm all yours."
Why the change of heart? Never mind, I don't want to know. Just keep doing what you're doing.
"Good, I'm glad you see things my way. Now, why don't you just lie down in the middle of the bed and leave the rest of the evening to me?" His eyebrows lifted as anticipation filled him with hunger.
She turned from him and lit the last ivory taper, then blew out the long wooden match. The candlelit room threw shadows to the walls and revealed what lay beneath her long, diaphanous black gown. She lifted her arms and performed a pirouette, proving she hid nothing beneath the material, except herself. Lyon swallowed back a moan. The outline of her breasts were visible under the fabric, heavy twin globes topped with dark, elongated nipples, begging to be suckled; the V between her legs housed the nectar he longed to taste. His cock thickened when their eyes met, and she returned his stare with a sly smile that caught him off guard.
"Take off your clothes, and lay back, Beast."
Her voice brooked no refusal, and Lyon, anxious to do her bidding, returned her smile. Impatiently he pulled his shirt up and over his head, then threw it across the room. Hastily he unzipped his slacks and let them fall to the carpet. Her smoky gaze darkened then slid lower to rest at his erection. She touched her top lip with the tip of her tongue. He nearly exploded.
"You're magnificent," she said.
He held out his arms as she climbed on the bed. "Flattery will get you anything. You know that, don't you, my beauty?"
She nodded. "How much do you trust me?"
He settled on the bed. "Depends on what you're thinking." She held up silk ties, and he nodded. "I'll take my chances."
"And I'll take you."
He did her bidding with a modicum of amusement and arousal as she tied him to the head and footboard of the massive bed. She covered his eyes with another longer, wider square of fabric.
He felt her slide off the bed and heard her rustling around by the bureau in the corner of the room. Within seconds,
He'd taught her to feel like a woman, desired and lusted after by a man who seemed insatiable and with a one-track mind to bring her unending pleasure. He'd completed his part of the bargain.
Now she would complete hers.
* * * * *
She slid open his armoire with unsure hands and thought about selecting some sex toys to tease and torture him but opted against it. She closed the closet and decided that tonight, she'd just torture him with her body. After all, he'd paid good money for the pleasure.
She approached Gerard and asked him to prepare a special dinner of Lyon's favorite foods and something sinful for dessert. Gerard simply nodded, smiled, and disappeared.
When Lyon returned to the house, Gerard had prepared a sumptuous dinner of lobster, sirloin steak tips, roasted garlic potatoes, and chocolate mousse for dessert. Isabella's mouth watered as she gazed at the feast, then at Lyon's look of approval. First step, accomplished.
Suddenly, she found herself ravenous. She sat in the chair he'd pulled out for her, reached for her linen napkin, and perused the table.
Ah, Gerard had added oysters to the menu. Good.
They'd need all the strength they could get.
Chapter Eight
"What are you up to?" he asked later as she lit candles in the bedroom. "I'm supposed to be the one seducing you. Don't get me wrong, Belle. I'm not complaining." With raised eyebrows, she turned to meet his gaze. "Then you won't mind if I take the initiative?"
Her eyes were stormy grey and he smiled. "On the contrary, please, take anything you want. I'm all yours."
Why the change of heart? Never mind, I don't want to know. Just keep doing what you're doing.
"Good, I'm glad you see things my way. Now, why don't you just lie down in the middle of the bed and leave the rest of the evening to me?" His eyebrows lifted as anticipation filled him with hunger.
She turned from him and lit the last ivory taper, then blew out the long wooden match. The candlelit room threw shadows to the walls and revealed what lay beneath her long, diaphanous black gown. She lifted her arms and performed a pirouette, proving she hid nothing beneath the material, except herself. Lyon swallowed back a moan. The outline of her breasts were visible under the fabric, heavy twin globes topped with dark, elongated nipples, begging to be suckled; the V between her legs housed the nectar he longed to taste. His cock thickened when their eyes met, and she returned his stare with a sly smile that caught him off guard.
"Take off your clothes, and lay back, Beast."
Her voice brooked no refusal, and Lyon, anxious to do her bidding, returned her smile. Impatiently he pulled his shirt up and over his head, then threw it across the room. Hastily he unzipped his slacks and let them fall to the carpet. Her smoky gaze darkened then slid lower to rest at his erection. She touched her top lip with the tip of her tongue. He nearly exploded.
"You're magnificent," she said.
He held out his arms as she climbed on the bed. "Flattery will get you anything. You know that, don't you, my beauty?"
She nodded. "How much do you trust me?"
He settled on the bed. "Depends on what you're thinking." She held up silk ties, and he nodded. "I'll take my chances."
"And I'll take you."
He did her bidding with a modicum of amusement and arousal as she tied him to the head and footboard of the massive bed. She covered his eyes with another longer, wider square of fabric.
He felt her slide off the bed and heard her rustling around by the bureau in the corner of the room. Within seconds,
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