TouchStone for giving (The Story of Us Trilogy) by Sydney Jamesson Page A

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    nothing. “I can do without the exercise, it’s sex I want.” I lean in so close our noses are touching.
    “Hot, wet, gentle sex with you. That’s the best medicine.”
    So what do you make of that Mr. Stone?
    I do believe he is lost for words. “And, as my back is sore, I’ll have to be on top.” Just saying the
    words makes me needy and ready.
    Pain, what pain?
    “Like I said, I knew you’d be a difficult patient but, you do have me at a disadvantage …”
    “I do?”
    “Yes. I still feel like shit for leaving you unprotected.”
    Not that again!
    I decide to put him out of his misery. “Then, I’ll have to think of a suitable punishment won’t I?” I
    raise my brows to signal the start of our game.
    He is more than happy to play along. “I’ll accept whatever punishment you think is appropriate
    Elizabeth.”
    I’m happy to report his eyes have turned into my favourite colour, midnight blue. I can even see
    stars flickering and sparkling behind those rings of teal green. “I’ve never had to carry out punishment
    sex …”
    “You’ve been on the receiving end of it though, remember?”
    I shake my head. “No. I have a bad case of retrograde amnesia.”
    “Oh, really? I’m glad about that.” He’s holding back on a grateful smile.
    “I’m not very experienced in the punishment department, so I’ll have to improvise.” He has no idea
    what I’m about to say and is content to stroke my hair adoringly. I remember his words and prepare to
    replay them. “Now this is what we’re going to do. You’re going to get me a glass of water and get
    naked.”
    With happy obedience, he rolls off the bed and starts to unbutton his shirt. It lands on the floor a
    couple of feet away.
    “Where’s my water?” He nods his head to my right where a tall glass of water has been the entire
    time. I take a sip. When I turn back to him, expecting to see a naked Adonis, he’s still wearing his
    trousers, although the top is turned down and his boxers are showing. He’s flirting with me.
    Taking his time, he removes his trousers and allows me to simply look at him, this man of mine. I
    know he’s reading my thoughts. Watching him become physically aroused is totally hypnotic. The
    cold water finds its way to my stomach via some hard swallowing and I wipe the liquid across my lips
    to ease the sensation of dryness. I watch him shift from left to right; he’s mirroring me and licking his
    delicious lips while his hands are closing into fists against his cotton briefs. This is sensual torture at
    its best; who knew punishment sex could be so erotic?
    When I call his name, his eyes flicker to attention and he seeks me out. “Take off everything.” I
    give my order quietly, and he obliges by looping his thumbs into his Calvin Kleins and pushing them
    down a millimetre at a time. At the sight of his pubic hair and the descending V shape that points to
    that place, I feel my body rise a couple of inches off the bed. I gasp at the sight of him and gulp down
    another mouthful, taking care not to choke between breaths.
    I reach over to pull back the duvet for him but my back hurts, making me call out and pull back. He
    darts over, lifts the cover and climbs in. We are face to face. He lifts the glass from my hand, takes a
    sip and puts it down on his bedside cabinet. I want to be close to him and try to crawl across his body,
    but so intense is the pain I have to rethink my plan. I push with my feet but even that is painful. Unless
    I make a miracle recovery, I fear the punishment sex might be more punishing for me than my naked
    reprobate.
    Sensing my awkwardness and inability to actually move, let alone initiate sex, he comes to the
    rescue. With casual nakedness, he kneels up, throws off my cover and slides his hands underneath me.
    Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on. He carries me over to the high backed
    chair by the desk, sits down and gently manoeuvres my right leg so I’m