guessed that it would be, because even as her heart raced
at each tool and implement she spotted, his touch soothed her.
“It’s a lot to take in,” he whispered in her ear, “isn’t it?” Even as she answered
in her own hushed voice that it was, he was gathering her hair to drape over one shoulder.
His lips were soft, moist and hot and they set off a shower of chills when he laid
them on that tender spot just behind her ear.
He stayed there for an eternity. His breath became the rhythm of her heartbeat, a
slow hot pumping that calmed her nerves and awakened desire. What was it, she wondered,
that was so incredibly exciting about a man breathing in her ear? Was it the unbelievable
intimacy of being that close to another human being? Or was it the primal life force
of each exhale that flowed from deep within him out and over that ultra sensitive
shell? Whatever it was, it was killing her slowly as she waited for him to begin.
Just the slightest movement, a deeper pressure from his lips and a soft brush of his
nose in the downy hair there and it brought a moan to her lips. “Cami, sweet brat.”
He spoke with barely a sound. “Unbutton your sweater.” Her hands lifted without conscious
thought on her part; they simply moved to obey his command. As each small pearl slipped
free, she felt an answering kiss on her neck until there were no more and her hands
were clutching at the cashmere, waiting for his next directive.
“Hands at your sides, now.” They dropped to her sides so swiftly he chuckled. “Good
girl.” Then he was sliding the garment from her shoulders and off. He walked to face
her, the top dangling from his hand and his gaze was ravenous as he stared at her
in her high-waisted skirt and white lacy bra. “Hand me the skirt now.” He looked fierce
as he watched her hands fumble clumsily at the side fastening. Cami almost whimpered
when the stubborn thing finally gave and she pulled the zipper down hastily. It was
a tight fit so it took some shimmying to get it over her hips, but he didn’t seem
to mind. He watched as her breasts wobbled in their lace cups and it was obvious from
his expression, he enjoyed the sight.
“You have a beautiful body, Cami,” he told her once she’d handed him her skirt and
stood before him in nothing but a white lace thong and bra.
“Thank you, Sir.” She wanted to cross her arms over herself but knew that would only
make her seem self-conscious, and the thought made her smile ruefully.
“What?” he asked.
“Sir?” She looked at him with brows raised in question.
“I know what brought the pretty flush to your face, but what brought the smile?” he
questioned as he brushed the backs of his fingers over one heated cheek.
“Oh, that,” she said in a bashful tone. “Well, I was feeling very exposed and embarrassed
and wanted to cover myself with my arms. But then I was embarrassed about being embarrassed.”
She looked up at him with a face she was sure that was now as beet-red as a cooked
lobster. “It’s exhausting being me.” There was that warm chuckle of his again, like
honey-flavored crack for the ears.
“You’re adorable, little brat.” He kissed her then, his mouth swallowing up her gasp
and feeding her back his soft groan as their tongues tangled and lips melded. Cami
was just on the verge of stiffening up when he pulled away with a soft hungry sound
and told her, “Go kneel on the right side of the bed and lay your upper body on it.”
Her hands went to her tummy, this time not to cover it but to try and control the
frogs that had started leaping around in there. Once she was at the side of the bed
she noticed a padded bench along the floor. It looked like one you’d see in a church
for parishioners to cushion their knees while they prayed and Cami was touched by
its presence. Comfort wasn’t something that she expected Doms to consider a priority,
so it gave her
at each tool and implement she spotted, his touch soothed her.
“It’s a lot to take in,” he whispered in her ear, “isn’t it?” Even as she answered
in her own hushed voice that it was, he was gathering her hair to drape over one shoulder.
His lips were soft, moist and hot and they set off a shower of chills when he laid
them on that tender spot just behind her ear.
He stayed there for an eternity. His breath became the rhythm of her heartbeat, a
slow hot pumping that calmed her nerves and awakened desire. What was it, she wondered,
that was so incredibly exciting about a man breathing in her ear? Was it the unbelievable
intimacy of being that close to another human being? Or was it the primal life force
of each exhale that flowed from deep within him out and over that ultra sensitive
shell? Whatever it was, it was killing her slowly as she waited for him to begin.
Just the slightest movement, a deeper pressure from his lips and a soft brush of his
nose in the downy hair there and it brought a moan to her lips. “Cami, sweet brat.”
He spoke with barely a sound. “Unbutton your sweater.” Her hands lifted without conscious
thought on her part; they simply moved to obey his command. As each small pearl slipped
free, she felt an answering kiss on her neck until there were no more and her hands
were clutching at the cashmere, waiting for his next directive.
“Hands at your sides, now.” They dropped to her sides so swiftly he chuckled. “Good
girl.” Then he was sliding the garment from her shoulders and off. He walked to face
her, the top dangling from his hand and his gaze was ravenous as he stared at her
in her high-waisted skirt and white lacy bra. “Hand me the skirt now.” He looked fierce
as he watched her hands fumble clumsily at the side fastening. Cami almost whimpered
when the stubborn thing finally gave and she pulled the zipper down hastily. It was
a tight fit so it took some shimmying to get it over her hips, but he didn’t seem
to mind. He watched as her breasts wobbled in their lace cups and it was obvious from
his expression, he enjoyed the sight.
“You have a beautiful body, Cami,” he told her once she’d handed him her skirt and
stood before him in nothing but a white lace thong and bra.
“Thank you, Sir.” She wanted to cross her arms over herself but knew that would only
make her seem self-conscious, and the thought made her smile ruefully.
“What?” he asked.
“Sir?” She looked at him with brows raised in question.
“I know what brought the pretty flush to your face, but what brought the smile?” he
questioned as he brushed the backs of his fingers over one heated cheek.
“Oh, that,” she said in a bashful tone. “Well, I was feeling very exposed and embarrassed
and wanted to cover myself with my arms. But then I was embarrassed about being embarrassed.”
She looked up at him with a face she was sure that was now as beet-red as a cooked
lobster. “It’s exhausting being me.” There was that warm chuckle of his again, like
honey-flavored crack for the ears.
“You’re adorable, little brat.” He kissed her then, his mouth swallowing up her gasp
and feeding her back his soft groan as their tongues tangled and lips melded. Cami
was just on the verge of stiffening up when he pulled away with a soft hungry sound
and told her, “Go kneel on the right side of the bed and lay your upper body on it.”
Her hands went to her tummy, this time not to cover it but to try and control the
frogs that had started leaping around in there. Once she was at the side of the bed
she noticed a padded bench along the floor. It looked like one you’d see in a church
for parishioners to cushion their knees while they prayed and Cami was touched by
its presence. Comfort wasn’t something that she expected Doms to consider a priority,
so it gave her
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