her hips and traced his tongue down to her sweet ass, and tormented her, until she begged for him to enter her. Ryan swiped a finger through her juices and returned to her ass, circling, applying pressure as he had in Thor’s massage class. Candace fought him, urging him to cease the torment and enter her.
Ryan slid her hips to the edge of the table and held her steady. For a moment, he admired the beauty before him, loathe to end the session, but Candace was getting desperate. She needed the release he could give her.
He wet his finger again and plunged it through the tight barrier of her ass. Candace cried out and ground her ass against his hand. In that split second, he plunged two fingers in her vagina and pressed upwards. At the same time, he clamped his mouth over her clit and sucked. Hard.
She was strong. Ryan kicked the stool out and stood over her, his mouth working her clit, his fingers massaging her g-spot, as her inner muscles squeezed around his fingers. He’d never seen anything so sweet as her wild abandon. A primal scream tore from her throat as her body quivered and convulsed. Ryan hung on until she quieted. He gently extricated his fingers and pushed her knees together.
“Move over,” he commanded. Candace made a feeble attempt to move, as he climbed on the table beside her, and drew her into his arms. She curled around him like a vine on a tree trunk. In moments, she slept. Ryan held her. He’d never been so sexually satisfied in his life. Giving Candace the gift of release had given him much more than he’d thought possible. Was this love he felt strong enough for a lifetime? Yes. Yes it was. If he never had another orgasm, he would be content, as long as he could give Candace this kind of experience.
Fallon peaked in the door and Ryan acknowledged her with his eyes. She winked at him and closed the door. The massage table wasn’t the most comfortable place, but as long as the ship didn’t pitch too wildly, they would be all right. He wasn’t in any hurry to let Candace go.
Chapter Seven
Candace dressed for dinner in the evening’s costume, a short, pleated plaid skirt, and a white blouse that tied underneath her breasts. It covered more than any of the others she’d been compelled to wear onboard. She certainly got the whole kinky schoolgirl, dominance thing, but she had to wonder what the men were going to be wearing. Business suits and carrying paddles? Nothing would surprise her on the Lothario .
She put the final touches on her hair when the cabin steward came to her door. “This is for you, Ms. Candace.” He held out a small rectangular box.
“Who sent it?”
“Mr. Ryan. He said there’s a note inside.”
Candace thanked him, and took the box inside. She read Ryan’s note, written in his strong hand, on heavy paper bearing the Lothario logo.
I think you are a naughty little girl. Someone needs to discipline you. Wear this inside you. Every time you misbehave, it will vibrate. Each vibration will be rewarded with a spanking when I tuck you into bed tonight.
The note was signed simply, Ryan.
The pink rubber device wasn’t any larger than a tampon, and there wasn’t any question what Ryan meant by “inside you.” A chill rippled down her spine as it vibrated in her hand. A spanking. Every vibration equaled a spanking. She closed her hand around it and pulled her panties down to her ankles. It slipped easily into her drenched vagina. Candace pulled her panties back up and took a few steps, savoring the feel of the foreign object inside her. She tried sitting and felt no discomfort. Okay. I can do this. If Ryan wants to play games, I’ll play along.
She washed her hands and took another look in the mirror. The device vibrated. No one but she, and Ryan of course, would know about it. “All right all ready. I’m coming.” Bad choice of words . Her knees weakened at the memory of her orgasm earlier. The frigid issue had been laid to rest. The man was a master at going
Ryan slid her hips to the edge of the table and held her steady. For a moment, he admired the beauty before him, loathe to end the session, but Candace was getting desperate. She needed the release he could give her.
He wet his finger again and plunged it through the tight barrier of her ass. Candace cried out and ground her ass against his hand. In that split second, he plunged two fingers in her vagina and pressed upwards. At the same time, he clamped his mouth over her clit and sucked. Hard.
She was strong. Ryan kicked the stool out and stood over her, his mouth working her clit, his fingers massaging her g-spot, as her inner muscles squeezed around his fingers. He’d never seen anything so sweet as her wild abandon. A primal scream tore from her throat as her body quivered and convulsed. Ryan hung on until she quieted. He gently extricated his fingers and pushed her knees together.
“Move over,” he commanded. Candace made a feeble attempt to move, as he climbed on the table beside her, and drew her into his arms. She curled around him like a vine on a tree trunk. In moments, she slept. Ryan held her. He’d never been so sexually satisfied in his life. Giving Candace the gift of release had given him much more than he’d thought possible. Was this love he felt strong enough for a lifetime? Yes. Yes it was. If he never had another orgasm, he would be content, as long as he could give Candace this kind of experience.
Fallon peaked in the door and Ryan acknowledged her with his eyes. She winked at him and closed the door. The massage table wasn’t the most comfortable place, but as long as the ship didn’t pitch too wildly, they would be all right. He wasn’t in any hurry to let Candace go.
Chapter Seven
Candace dressed for dinner in the evening’s costume, a short, pleated plaid skirt, and a white blouse that tied underneath her breasts. It covered more than any of the others she’d been compelled to wear onboard. She certainly got the whole kinky schoolgirl, dominance thing, but she had to wonder what the men were going to be wearing. Business suits and carrying paddles? Nothing would surprise her on the Lothario .
She put the final touches on her hair when the cabin steward came to her door. “This is for you, Ms. Candace.” He held out a small rectangular box.
“Who sent it?”
“Mr. Ryan. He said there’s a note inside.”
Candace thanked him, and took the box inside. She read Ryan’s note, written in his strong hand, on heavy paper bearing the Lothario logo.
I think you are a naughty little girl. Someone needs to discipline you. Wear this inside you. Every time you misbehave, it will vibrate. Each vibration will be rewarded with a spanking when I tuck you into bed tonight.
The note was signed simply, Ryan.
The pink rubber device wasn’t any larger than a tampon, and there wasn’t any question what Ryan meant by “inside you.” A chill rippled down her spine as it vibrated in her hand. A spanking. Every vibration equaled a spanking. She closed her hand around it and pulled her panties down to her ankles. It slipped easily into her drenched vagina. Candace pulled her panties back up and took a few steps, savoring the feel of the foreign object inside her. She tried sitting and felt no discomfort. Okay. I can do this. If Ryan wants to play games, I’ll play along.
She washed her hands and took another look in the mirror. The device vibrated. No one but she, and Ryan of course, would know about it. “All right all ready. I’m coming.” Bad choice of words . Her knees weakened at the memory of her orgasm earlier. The frigid issue had been laid to rest. The man was a master at going
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