A Reluctant Witch in the Land of BDSM: Shame and Delight at His Hands by Aimélie Aames

Author:Aimélie Aames
Language: fr
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Published: 2012-01-04T05:00:00+00:00

He was there waiting for me as I stepped out of the elevator directly into his office. His face was all concern at the eyes, while his mouth was fixed in a half smile. A hungry smile.

I didn't miss the fact that his pants bulged as he took my arm and led me across the room.

"Here," he said, "There's a shower back here where you can get cleaned up."

His office was divided around a corner and as we stepped around it, I could see that it was almost an apartment of its own. There were couches and deep leather chairs, and just beyond, a marble bath and toilet.

He went with me to the italian shower, reaching past me to turn on a fine, hot misting spray. I stood there, listlessly, before plucking at my shirt buttons with almost no strength.

He took my hands in his. Large, muscular hands that enveloped mine in warmth and bronzed tenderness. He pushed them down at my sides and then proceeded to undo my shirt, then my pants, with care.

He unclipped his wires. He unstrapped the vibrator. He lifted the soaked tape in gentle, easy motions that hurt only a little. He lifted the flat battery pack away from the small of my back, unbuckling the strap encircling my waist. His every move calm and reassuring.

He nudged me, now naked and shivering before him, into the warm jets of the shower. The water fell in fine beads that drifted over my curves and washed away some of the humiliation that clung to me like smoke.

I was turned away from him, letting the water course down my face, when I felt those strong hands upon my shoulders. He rubbed at them, pressing his thumbs in firmly, pushing at the exhaustion that was weighing them down.

His bare chest brushed against me and low upon my back, I felt his member, hot and standing rigid, touch my skin.

I shivered as an echo of electricity rippled through me like a ghost. My thighs parted without my wishing it, even as I tipped my head back and let him cradle my neck in his hands.

His chest was firm against me then and as he moved his arms to encircle me, I could feel his muscles ripple and move against me. His hands found my breasts and when he lightly brushed my nipples with his fingers, there was an ache of pain and pleasure that made me cry out.

I turned around to face him, his cock swinging gently to come to rest against my flat belly. I took in his deep sea gaze and held it within my own before I reached down to feel him.

His cock was thick at the base, in its nest of soft brown hair. I ran my hand along it, feeling the heavily veined skin moving like velvet under my touch. It was probably all of nine inches from base to tip, maybe ten, but that didn't worry me. After what I had just been through, it would take more than Ewan Crest's prick to faze me.

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