felt her inner muscles clench. With the dildo in her ass and his fingers busy beneath her, she concentrated on the pleasure spreading through her body. It rushed through her veins, heating them, pooled in her abdomen, making her juices flow freely, then trickled through down to her toes, making them curl.
“When I get to one, you may come,” he instructed, his voice uneven. “Ten.”
She panted.
“Nine.”
She tried to close her legs against the sensations flooding her.
“Eight.”
Heat shot through her, scalding every inch of her. The vibrations buzzed in her head, in her bones. She tossed her head from side to side, as if that would release the pressure escalating within her.
“Seven.”
Her fists clenched. “Oh, please, let me…”
“Six. Focus!”
Her butt was on fire. Her pussy screamed for something to fill it.
“Fi—”
Her orgasm hit her like a blast furnace. She came in a great gust of scorching heat.
Her body shook with it, her inner muscles clenching and clasping. She yelled with the pleasure pain of her muscles clamping on the dildo in her ass.
Adrian turned it off and pulled it out. In the sudden silence, she could hear him breathing. Harsh and hurried, as though he too was close to climax. Though she was face down and couldn’t see him, she felt him close to her, felt his heat enveloping her, almost as though he cradled her in a lover’s embrace.
“Better,” he panted. “But not good.”
60
Sweet Discipline
Not good? Any better, and she’d die from the pleasure.
Days later, when she’d lost count of time, Norris ended her sets on the cardiovascular equipment. She panted, pleased with herself. As Adrian had promised her, the exercises were getting easier, and as much as she hated to admit it, she did feel better for doing them. More energetic and strangely enough, calmer.
“Clean up. Put on a tunic and wait for me.”
A tunic? After days of being naked 24/7, putting on a tunic was an event. She hurried through her shower, soaping and shaving, keeping herself clean and smooth as he preferred. She realized she primped for him as she would a lover, not just the dragon who trained her body and every day demanded increasingly more of her.
She hesitated at the choice of tunic, all in ocean colors, aqua, navy, sea foam and white. She slipped the turquoise tunic, as the one most flattering to her coloring, over her head and entered the living room.
He stood near the door, dressed again in his usual black, but today he wore a tank top that revealed the muscles in his shoulders and arms and his flat abs. He was lean, tall and mouthwatering. Norris swallowed. It was getting harder to act as though he meant nothing to her, as if he was only an employee at the spa who performed his duties well. She waited impatiently for him to come to her suite in the morning, and felt deprived when he left. It was impossible to deny that he turned her on without even touching her. With just the sound of his voice, the scent of his skin, the warmth of his body.
And aroused as he made her, it was doubly impossible to deny she wanted him.
Hard to fly apart at his touch and not demand full-bodied sex.
He looked her over as she approached and knelt at his feet. “Good. You may stand.”
He opened the door and led her down the hall. She hadn’t even looked out since the day she’d peeked and felt a little strange, like a stranger journeying down new paths.
How silly! It was just relief at getting out of her rooms after being cooped up day after day.
He stopped in front of the same door she’d been in before. He gestured her in. “I’ll be back shortly.”
Angela waited for her. “Hi. It’s good to see you again. We’re going to check your progress.”
Norris joined her behind the curtain and stepped on the scale. Ohmigod , was that right? She stepped off the scale and on again. It was right. She’d lost nine pounds!
Angela smiled and jotted the numbers in her file. Next, she took some of
“When I get to one, you may come,” he instructed, his voice uneven. “Ten.”
She panted.
“Nine.”
She tried to close her legs against the sensations flooding her.
“Eight.”
Heat shot through her, scalding every inch of her. The vibrations buzzed in her head, in her bones. She tossed her head from side to side, as if that would release the pressure escalating within her.
“Seven.”
Her fists clenched. “Oh, please, let me…”
“Six. Focus!”
Her butt was on fire. Her pussy screamed for something to fill it.
“Fi—”
Her orgasm hit her like a blast furnace. She came in a great gust of scorching heat.
Her body shook with it, her inner muscles clenching and clasping. She yelled with the pleasure pain of her muscles clamping on the dildo in her ass.
Adrian turned it off and pulled it out. In the sudden silence, she could hear him breathing. Harsh and hurried, as though he too was close to climax. Though she was face down and couldn’t see him, she felt him close to her, felt his heat enveloping her, almost as though he cradled her in a lover’s embrace.
“Better,” he panted. “But not good.”
60
Sweet Discipline
Not good? Any better, and she’d die from the pleasure.
Days later, when she’d lost count of time, Norris ended her sets on the cardiovascular equipment. She panted, pleased with herself. As Adrian had promised her, the exercises were getting easier, and as much as she hated to admit it, she did feel better for doing them. More energetic and strangely enough, calmer.
“Clean up. Put on a tunic and wait for me.”
A tunic? After days of being naked 24/7, putting on a tunic was an event. She hurried through her shower, soaping and shaving, keeping herself clean and smooth as he preferred. She realized she primped for him as she would a lover, not just the dragon who trained her body and every day demanded increasingly more of her.
She hesitated at the choice of tunic, all in ocean colors, aqua, navy, sea foam and white. She slipped the turquoise tunic, as the one most flattering to her coloring, over her head and entered the living room.
He stood near the door, dressed again in his usual black, but today he wore a tank top that revealed the muscles in his shoulders and arms and his flat abs. He was lean, tall and mouthwatering. Norris swallowed. It was getting harder to act as though he meant nothing to her, as if he was only an employee at the spa who performed his duties well. She waited impatiently for him to come to her suite in the morning, and felt deprived when he left. It was impossible to deny that he turned her on without even touching her. With just the sound of his voice, the scent of his skin, the warmth of his body.
And aroused as he made her, it was doubly impossible to deny she wanted him.
Hard to fly apart at his touch and not demand full-bodied sex.
He looked her over as she approached and knelt at his feet. “Good. You may stand.”
He opened the door and led her down the hall. She hadn’t even looked out since the day she’d peeked and felt a little strange, like a stranger journeying down new paths.
How silly! It was just relief at getting out of her rooms after being cooped up day after day.
He stopped in front of the same door she’d been in before. He gestured her in. “I’ll be back shortly.”
Angela waited for her. “Hi. It’s good to see you again. We’re going to check your progress.”
Norris joined her behind the curtain and stepped on the scale. Ohmigod , was that right? She stepped off the scale and on again. It was right. She’d lost nine pounds!
Angela smiled and jotted the numbers in her file. Next, she took some of
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