His Secret Desire by Drew Sinclair Page B

knees outwards and don’t think about
anything."
    Sure. Forget about the toe curling, tongue
biting close encounter of the orgasmic kind you just gave me while
you spread my legs apart for round two? No problem at all.
    She followed his instructions and in the new
position she felt ready to come just lying there, even without any
help from the sexual maestro hovering over of her. Her arms
stretched over her head made her breasts feel like an offering for
his pleasure, her legs folded and opened wide made her feel like a
spoiled French courtesan waiting for her King.
    "I'll think about Unix programming source
code if you don't mind." She said, picking the un-sexiest thing she
could find to occupy her mind.
    One orgasm per physical examination, she
decided, was her limit.
    Clayton gave a soft grunt and then closed her
wrists together over her head with one hand while he began to trace
out the lines of her arms with the other. As he came close to her
exposed and smooth under arms it became harder for her to stay
still. Then his finger continued the journey along her collar bones
where he had left off earlier. From there he traced a line down
between her breasts and across her abdomen, just lightly passing
into the shallow dip of her navel and then continuing his journey
all the way down to her pubic bone.
    Her back arched sharply as his finger entered
lightly into her trimmed pubic hair and her legs spread out rigid
and straight on the bed.
    "Wow." he said. "I'm jealous of that Unix
programming source code."
    "Fuck off." She hissed. "You know exactly
what you're doing to me. This is all just a part of your sick
little game."
    "A sick little game that you enjoyed enough
to soak my bedspread you little pervert. Now come on, put your legs
back in the position I asked for. Stop being so disobedient or
we'll be here all night."
    She slid her legs back into the position and
felt her clit throb in anticipation as her legs opened up again. He
had felt the wet spot. He knew. Was he right? Had he known all
along that inside her wrapped up exterior there was a dirty little
pervert just waiting to be touched by him?
    "That's good." he said, interrupting her
feverish thought processes. "Now hold still please."
    His free hand came to her bosom and his
fingertips began to caress lightly again, geometrically tracing the
contours of her breasts, gradually working inwards towards the
center. He reached sensitive skin of the areola, carefully examined
it fully and then stopped, leaving her engorged, tight nipple
untouched.
    "I've never heard of a device implanted
there." He said softly. "No need for further examination." He
repeated the process with the other side leaving Katy to silently
curse him. If she had had the power she would have slammed his head
to her breasts and shouted at him to lick and suck and kiss her
tits until she was satisfied, but the tables hadn’t turned yet, if
they ever would, and he was already down at her thighs now. He had
finished with her abdomen, straddled her middle and was exploring
the sensitive inner part of her upper thighs.
    "Don't close up." He said softly but firmly.
"This is a popular area for surveillance equipment so I intend to
examine you here with particular care."
    Her back arched sharply and she put her hands
to his waist and thighs, grabbing him from behind.
    "Ah, ah." he said. "Not yet. We're still in
the preliminary stages Ms. Maldon. We've barely even been
introduced to each other yet. Now hold still and don’t make me ask
you again or I will throw you out of here."
    She put her arms by her sides and pushed her
feet together.
    "Go on." She said. "Get it over with
already."
    He proceeded to examine both legs at the same
time, the movement of his hands synchronized as they found their
way upwards along her inner thighs, stopping tantalizingly at her
pubic triangle with each stroke.
    Katy wasn't sure if she hoped that this inner
spot was an unpopular area for surveillance equipment or not.
    When he