Chapter 104: The Virgin And The Masters, Part 15, As My Virgin Requests

Tracing the outline of his muscles with a finger, I follow the fine line of hair down his abs to where it vanishes below his belt. He bulges to the front, but as I move to his belt, he takes my hands, moving them away. “Not yet,” he murmurs.

Then he slides arms under my torso and hips, and, eyes soft, crinkling at the corners, he lifts me, carrying me to the bed, lying me carefully down. Sitting beside me, he brushes my hair away, fanned over the pillow. His hands sweep over my body; my belly and breasts, my thighs, down my calves, as though trying to consume me, the whole of me. Fire jabs, exquisitely, through me, my core liquefying, and I sigh, arching, reaching for my Master with outstretched arms. Silhouetted against the candles, the dancing light makes a dark halo of his hair.

He takes one of my hands in his, our fingers lacing, and he kisses my fingers, but then releases the hand to bend, nuzzling the inside of my thighs.