generation,” Angelica added. “Women worldwide seem to be discovering submission as an erotic fantasy.”
Now Lucien shook his head in disagreement. “You’re talking like submission and domination are things that your generation invented,” he said. “These people aren’t discovering something new, Angelica. We’re talking about a sexual revolution, but by its very name revolution suggests revolving. Master and submissive have been the roles of men and women since the dawn of time. It’s just becoming fashionable again.”
She nodded, conceding the point, but then came back at him with a new thought, and they talked on through the evening.
Lucien was surprised at the way Angelica was able to present her arguments so coherently, so thoughtfully. On many issues they disagreed, and they jousted and joked until the point was lost, and a new subject arose that sparked more debate and discussion.
“It seems to me that women are willing,” Angelica said. She checked her notes and then went on. “There are many forums and social media sites on the internet where women openly share their romantic desires for a man to sweep them off their feet and make them submit. And it’s the subject of every erotic romance book I downloaded…”
“But…?” Lucien prompted her, lowering his chin onto his chest thoughtfully.
“But the men in their lives don’t seem to fit the bill – either romantically or emotionally.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning there aren’t enough men like you in the world, Lucien.”
Angelica smiled. Lucien didn’t – and Angelica realized quickly that she had touched on an issue that Lucien Lance felt strongly about. He sat up in the chair before he spoke.
“The world went to hell when men started wearing make-up,” he declared. “Suddenly we had a whole generation of men putting ‘product’ in their hair and spending their days in front of a mirror or in some kind of support group talking about their feelings and sobbing on each other’s shoulders. You can’t kill off every lion in the jungle and then complain when you feel frisky.”
Angelica bridled. “You’re blaming women? You’re saying women are to blame?”
“Yes.”
She shook her head. “That’s completely sexist!”
“Yes,” Lucien agreed. “Maybe it is. And maybe it’s arrogance – but I make no apologies for being right.”
There was a spark of defiance in Angelica’s eye. “Just because you say it, doesn’t make it true.”
Lucien came up out of his chair. “Yes. It does,” he said, and prowled across the room and hauled Angelica out of her chair. She seemed to melt in his arms. She looked up into his face and saw the hunger in his eyes. “Oh, my…” she whispered.
Lucien kissed her fiercely, and his hands were all over her body. He cupped her breasts in his hands and Angelica came up onto her toes and arched her back for him.
He took her then, pushing her up against the floor-to-ceiling windows, her palms flat against the cold glass, standing with her legs spread wide and with his hands on her waist as he plunged himself into her from behind. She thrust back her hips for him, feeling completely filled as she gazed out at the breathtakingly beautiful view of the city’s twinkling lights.
Much later he took her to his bed, and discovered that she had shaved herself for him.
And in the early hours of the morning Angelica discovered – to her wondrous dismay – that Lucien had been right about one thing at least.
Now that she was shaved smooth, the Devil’s Touch felt even more intense.
The next evening Lucien returned later, but in a more upbeat mood. He came through the door brimming with energy and he listened attentively as Angelica told him about the research she had done in his absence. She demonstrated two kneeling positions that submissives adopted in the presence of their Masters, and he laughed lightly when she blushingly described some of the more outrageous scenes
Now Lucien shook his head in disagreement. “You’re talking like submission and domination are things that your generation invented,” he said. “These people aren’t discovering something new, Angelica. We’re talking about a sexual revolution, but by its very name revolution suggests revolving. Master and submissive have been the roles of men and women since the dawn of time. It’s just becoming fashionable again.”
She nodded, conceding the point, but then came back at him with a new thought, and they talked on through the evening.
Lucien was surprised at the way Angelica was able to present her arguments so coherently, so thoughtfully. On many issues they disagreed, and they jousted and joked until the point was lost, and a new subject arose that sparked more debate and discussion.
“It seems to me that women are willing,” Angelica said. She checked her notes and then went on. “There are many forums and social media sites on the internet where women openly share their romantic desires for a man to sweep them off their feet and make them submit. And it’s the subject of every erotic romance book I downloaded…”
“But…?” Lucien prompted her, lowering his chin onto his chest thoughtfully.
“But the men in their lives don’t seem to fit the bill – either romantically or emotionally.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning there aren’t enough men like you in the world, Lucien.”
Angelica smiled. Lucien didn’t – and Angelica realized quickly that she had touched on an issue that Lucien Lance felt strongly about. He sat up in the chair before he spoke.
“The world went to hell when men started wearing make-up,” he declared. “Suddenly we had a whole generation of men putting ‘product’ in their hair and spending their days in front of a mirror or in some kind of support group talking about their feelings and sobbing on each other’s shoulders. You can’t kill off every lion in the jungle and then complain when you feel frisky.”
Angelica bridled. “You’re blaming women? You’re saying women are to blame?”
“Yes.”
She shook her head. “That’s completely sexist!”
“Yes,” Lucien agreed. “Maybe it is. And maybe it’s arrogance – but I make no apologies for being right.”
There was a spark of defiance in Angelica’s eye. “Just because you say it, doesn’t make it true.”
Lucien came up out of his chair. “Yes. It does,” he said, and prowled across the room and hauled Angelica out of her chair. She seemed to melt in his arms. She looked up into his face and saw the hunger in his eyes. “Oh, my…” she whispered.
Lucien kissed her fiercely, and his hands were all over her body. He cupped her breasts in his hands and Angelica came up onto her toes and arched her back for him.
He took her then, pushing her up against the floor-to-ceiling windows, her palms flat against the cold glass, standing with her legs spread wide and with his hands on her waist as he plunged himself into her from behind. She thrust back her hips for him, feeling completely filled as she gazed out at the breathtakingly beautiful view of the city’s twinkling lights.
Much later he took her to his bed, and discovered that she had shaved herself for him.
And in the early hours of the morning Angelica discovered – to her wondrous dismay – that Lucien had been right about one thing at least.
Now that she was shaved smooth, the Devil’s Touch felt even more intense.
The next evening Lucien returned later, but in a more upbeat mood. He came through the door brimming with energy and he listened attentively as Angelica told him about the research she had done in his absence. She demonstrated two kneeling positions that submissives adopted in the presence of their Masters, and he laughed lightly when she blushingly described some of the more outrageous scenes
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