Hotwife Island Complete Collection by Jewel Geffen

Author:Jewel Geffen [Geffen, Jewel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

I roll over in the huge cushy bed with a groan. “Oh, God...”

My body is aching, a sweet singing ache in my arms and legs. I guess it's not that surprising, given that I spent most of the day yesterday tied up in a variety of compromising positions. I rise with a yawn and a groan and slither out of bed onto the sleek hardwood floor. Immediately, I start moving through my usual yoga postures.

I can feel my mind clearing as I follow the routine, moving from one form to the next, my muscles recalling the motions after years of repetition and practice. The day seems to come into focus as I stretch, searching for that centered place.

The light of a gorgeous sunrise spills through the huge windows, painting the room which had previously seemed a touch plain and even drab with a cascading brilliance of light and color. The tops of the trees outside weave their green fingers in intricate patterns, holding aloft the golden glow of the morning, and I realize that this room – far from being plain – is ornamented with nothing less than the splendor of the natural world in all its glory.

I shut my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. I fell asleep naked the previous night, and woke up just the same. I've never been a nudist, or anything like that, but the feeling of the light on my body and the polished wood beneath my bare toes is suffusing me with an invigorating sensuality.

And yet the feeling of contentment which I'm searching for eludes me. It feels just out of reach, as if slipping off the tips of my fingers even as I reach for it. I know why, even if I don't like to admit it.

I'm feeling off because I wanted to get fucked, and didn't get it.

Antoine seemed to take some kind of quiet delight in torturing me, denying me the sexual release which my body craved. Being tied by him had awakened in me a fierce and unquenchable lust. Feeling my body manipulated by his strong and powerful hands, submitting it to him, being arranged and posed like that... it had been an experience unlike any I've ever had before.

We'd experimented for some while before he found a pose that he liked, and it was in that position that I remained for much of the evening. Down on my knees, a collar around my neck, my hands tied together in front of me, my ankles bound to my thighs, my breasts constrained so that they were pushed tight together and upwards. He'd done it all with clever and intricate rope-work, winding it again and again around my skin until it formed dizzying shapes crisscrossing over my body like some perverse Celtic knot.

The worst part – or best, depending on how you looked at it – was the final knot, which tied the silken rope between my thighs, nestled in fact along the slit of my labia and resting against my clitoris.

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