Enamored: The Submissive Mistress (Special Double-Length Episode) (The Erotic Adventures of Jane in the Jungle) by Colette Gale

Author:Colette Gale [Gale, Colette]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fiction/Erotica
ISBN: 9781931419338
Publisher: Avid Press
Published: 2014-02-28T05:00:00+00:00

Jane startled fully awake when the door’s bolt was thrown open. Marcine and her companions paraded in as Jane noticed that the light outside had dimmed. It was past afternoon and into the evening, and she was surprised she had slept at all.

“Now,” said Marcine briskly, “let us see what we can do to make you even more lovely.”

They prodded Jane to her feet and gave her a spoonful of mint leaves with which to chew and clean her teeth. As Belinda began to do something to her long tresses, Bernice came to stand next to them. She was holding a silver tray with a variety of jewels, tiny pots, and brushes arranged on it.

As Jane stood silently, Marcine used a brush to dab some sort of clear liquid onto one breast, making several dots around the edge of her areola. Then, using tiny forceps, she picked up jewel after jewel and affixed tiny, lentil-sized gems to the dots she’d made.

When she was finished, there were six tiny emeralds winking in a circle around Jane’s left areola, which had shriveled and tightened beneath the woman’s ministrations. Marcine moved on to do the same to the other breast, taking her implements and supplies from Bernice’s tray. Jane’s nipples thrust strong and hard from inside the glittering circles, and when she finished her task, Marcine used the tip of a different brush to stroke over one of them.

Jane jolted and shivered at the unexpected sensation, and her nipple tightened even more. With a faint sound of satisfaction, Marcine flickered the brush over the other nipple, lighter and in a more prolonged fashion. She glanced up at Jane, amusement lighting her cold blue eyes, stroked slowly and carefully around the nipple, and then flicked the soft sable brush hairs across the sensitive tip, over and over, back and forth, ever so lightly until Jane had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

“It’s clear why he chose you,” Marcine commented, resting the brush back on the tray. “You’re not only lovely to look at, but you have a responsiveness most men would kill for—in themselves as well as their women.” She tilted her head to one side, a little smile curving the corners of her mouth.

As she looked at Jane, holding her gaze, she reached forward and slid her hand down along the gentle swell of Jane’s belly. Her fingers brushed lightly over her soft, perfumed skin, trickled through the patch of short, trimmed hair and over the sensitive bare skin of her mound, and then moved down to cup her quim. Jane tensed even as the familiar rush of pleasure surged to her sex, and she couldn’t control a little quiver.

Marcine’s hand remained there, warm and steady and still, with just the slightest bit of pressure upon the lush folds there. She watched Jane, her gaze critical and cool, as she held her there—literally in the palm of her hand.

Jane’s heart began to thump harder, and she couldn’t control the reaction of her body to that soft, steady, confident pressure.

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