Ticket to Temptation by Lilith Darville

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

Refreshed, I found Logan in her dressing room, tossing through hangers and muttering. I leaned on the doorframe and watched her in the huge mirror that cloaked the back wall. Something about a mirror niggled, and I turned the pages in my mind seeking an answer.

Anais, we will find the answers as we explore the mysteries behind the mirror…

Yes! That was it. From the letters. I strode to the wall.

“Daniel. What on earth?”

I swallowed a laugh. My pulse quickened. I was certain. I sensed Logan beside me, but even that didn’t shift my focus. I pushed along the edges of the mirror.

“Daniel, what—”

Click. And the wall swung inward, and I looked directly at the most magnificent Saint Andrew’s cross. Holy Shit! In three strides, I stood in front of it, reverently running my hands down the polished mahogany.

“Holy cow.” Logan brushed past me. “Look at this stuff.”

Her squeal tore me from worshiping the cross, and I spun to face her. She stood there holding a flogger in her right hand, looking at it as if it had appeared there by magic. And maybe it had. I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, savoring the soft swell of her lips. I pulled back ever so slightly, her breath interweaving with mine.

“Do you want to do this?”

She stared into my eyes. I waited. Afraid to move. Raw emotion filled the tiny space that kept us apart.

“Yes.” A beat. “Yes, I do.” She gestured to the small table set in an alcove. “Wait right here.”

The room was large, walls lined with tastefully displayed shelves and drawers, and a few strategically placed bolts and hooks. There were indeed floggers. And whips. Dildos, nipple clamps, restraints, switches, paddles, crops—every flavor of sex toy one could imagine. A spanking horse in one corner, a sling swing in another. There wasn’t a speck of dust in the room, and all was in immaculate condition. The house was certainly living up to its reputation.

The smell of warm bread pulled me out of my reverie. Logan spread out an array of rolls and croissants, cheeses and jams, fruit and shaved meats.

A bottle of wine and two glasses. She poured…

I was about to protest, then caught myself. What the hell did time of day matter now? I was with this beautiful woman, who seemed about to give herself to me.

And you to her.

Trust. Stay in the moment. I shook off my doubts and joined her at the table. She raised the glass and tilted it toward me, a very shy, sly smile on her face. Something old and primal, protective and proprietary swept over me. Please God, let her be mine.

She sat, and looked up at me with those star-filled eyes. Full of faith. Full of hope. And, most of all, full of trust. My heart and my cock filled to capacity. If I remembered no other moment in my life, I’d remember this one.

We ate. Saying nothing. Just glancing up at each other, locking eyes, like divers about to take the plunge off a very tall cliff, then studiously focused on our food.

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