His Secret Desire by Drew Sinclair Page A

fingertip
over every part of her behind, both sides, while she chewed on the
bedspread, stifling moans.
    "Stop contracting." He said with apparent
calm. "I need to go a little deeper and I need you to relax."
    She unclenched as well as she could and then
his fingertips carefully found the base of her pelvic floor, the
sensitive area between her pussy and ass. The touch set her on fire
- tongues of raw sexuality fired through her and staying still was
an absolute torture.
    "Don't move your legs closer together. I need
them slightly apart."
    "You're a fucking pervert." She hissed. "This
has nothing to do with technology."
    "If I'm the pervert then why are you so wet
down here?"
    She bit down on the blanket again and tried
to relax as his finger traced higher, softly parting her behind and
then running slowly between her quivering cheeks. She arched her
back again and moaned.
    "Fuck you." She hissed.
    His finger passed all the way through just
lightly passing the bud of her ass and causing her to tip into
orgasm as he did so. She choked her response as well as she could.
No one, but no one had ever come close to making her climax like
this before.
    "Okay." He said with a choked voice. "You can
relax. I'm going to do your legs now."
    Hours ago having him run his hands the length
of her naked legs while she lay face down on his bed would have
been unthinkably erotic, but by comparison to what he had just done
it felt like a welcome relief; tender caresses, safe and mild.
    "I hope you're not ticklish." He said as he
came to her feet.
    "Are you kidding me? After what you just did
to me you're concerned about my feet being ticklish?"
    "I'm not concerned. I'm just being polite by
letting you know I'm ready for the soles of your pretty little feet
now."
    The careless compliment by the man who had
just made her come on his bed face down in front of him sent
another streak of sensation through her. He wanted her, everything
about her seemed to please him and it was exhilarating.
    She felt him straddle her legs and the
feeling of him unexpectedly astride her was yet another shock to
her impressions. He had controlled her up to now only with words
and options that weren't really options, but obviously he was
capable of physically restraining her as well. She felt the weight
of his rippling, muscular ass come down onto the back of her thighs
and the unbreakable grip of his fist around one ankle. He folded
her knee towards him, completely immobilizing her foot.
    As his finger tip came into contact with the
delicate skin, instead of the tickles she anticipated, the feeling
was indescribably sensual. She began to pant heavily into the
bedspread while his fingers traced every contour of her foot and
then explored in detail, the spaces between each toe. Her back
struggled to arch again but with his weight on her legs it was
impossible. He took his time, then released her foot and did the
same with the other side.
    When his weight finally lifted from her legs
she felt exhausted.
    "Mental note." She heard Clayton say. "Ms.
Maldon is one of the three percent of women capable of sexual
excitement through the soles of her feet."
    She was too tired to fight back, verbally or
otherwise.
    "Turn over." He said in the darkness.
    When Katy complied she was even more grateful
for the blackout. She felt how wet she had left the bedspread
underneath her. For sure there would be a revealing stain there and
if he wasn't sure or not if she had enjoyed his examination, the
obvious wet spot would be clear evidence. He already seemed to be
in control of her entire life, he didn’t need the additional
leverage of knowing that he could control her orgasms as well.
    Now on her back she wondered why lying face
down had made her feel so vulnerable. If she had felt denuded and
helpless before, she felt like a willing sacrificial virgin
now.
    "Put your hands over your head." He said
quietly. "Then bend your knees and place the soles of your feet
together. Just relax your