Octavia's Time [The Klawinken] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Natalie Rosewood Page B

surreal because she had never been with a man like that before in her life. She was still a virgin. It wasn’t as if she had taken a vow of abstinence or anything like that. It simply never happened. Although she had engaged in casual kissing and light petting, it had gone no further. Her dreams had never been sexual, or at least not that she remembered. But now, almost every night she was thrown into sexually stimulating dreams that were so real that some mornings she woke feeling battered, like her body had been involved in physical lovemaking throughout the night. Impossible, but nevertheless, just one more thing she couldn’t explain.
    Pulling herself from the bed and her eyes from the mirror, she walked quickly into the bathroom that adjoined her bedroom and stepped into the shower. The cool water felt good against her warm skin. When she was done soaping up, she rinsed off and wiped herself down with a soft towel. Deliberately, she pushed her breasts outward the way she had in her dream and walked back to her bed. She liked the feel of her hips swaying and the way her wet hair bounced and tickled her back. Turning off the light, she laid back down on the bed without even a sheet to cover her nakedness. She closed her eyes, and once again she felt herself floating through the darkness. This time when the darkness left her she was lying on a mattress, blindfolded with her wrists bound to what she could only assume were the bedposts. She was helpless, and it was exhilarating. She knew he was there, observing her from his place in the shadows. She pulled at the soft ties that bound her. “Please,” she begged. “I need to see you, not just feel your touch.”
    She heard a deep laugh in response to her request. She felt his arrogance permeate the air she breathed. She understood he wanted to simply toy with her until he decided it was time to take her for his own. His lips brushed hers before he used them to taste every inch of her body. Wherever his lips touched, she burned with desire. He was playing her like a musical instrument that he was preparing for the big finale. When she cried out for him, he brought his mouth down to cover her pussy, opening her labia, nibbling at her clit that had once again swollen with her need. He lifted her by the cheeks of her ass from the bed. His tongue darted in and out of her, fucking her with firm, rapid strokes. She was consumed with her body’s response to this form of lovemaking that made her wild for him. Nothing mattered more to her at this moment in time than this man and what he was doing to her. She screamed out from the intensity of her orgasm that shook her from the inside out. His tongue gentled as he drank from her, until once again, she was surrounded by the darkness that took her away from him.

Chapter 1
     
    Octavia opened her eyes to the sun streaming through the curtains that billowed out from her bedroom window. There was a warm breeze blowing across her bare skin. She looked over at her bedside clock. It was almost noon. Saturday was one of her favorite days. It was nice to sleep a little later, especially since she felt like she had hardly slept in days.
    She pulled herself out of bed, feeling a little sore, and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Normally she would have dressed, except today she was home alone. Both her parents had left the night before right after dinner for an antique car show near Harrisburg. She didn’t expect them back until late Sunday afternoon or early evening.
    The smell of coffee filled the kitchen. She drank it black. She hoped it would wake her up and keep the types of thoughts that seemed to consume her day and night at bay for a while. It was, of course, wishful thinking on her part since her body was still feverish from her dreams. Before she realized what she was doing, she had placed her coffee cup down on the table and was rummaging through the kitchen drawer near the stove where her