Chapter 118: The Gift Returned - Georgie

GEORGIE

“A gift?” I say.

“Lie back. Let me pleasure you.”

“You… don't want me to do anything?”

“You could undress, so I can touch you properly, but… um… leave the stockings.” Borje wrinkles his nose. The grin is wicked. Infectious too.

Grinning back, I unclip the bra, slip off my panties, then lie back.

His grin fades, but his eyes are like great, eclipsed moons, mere rings of silver around the dark heart. Taking my hand, raising it over my head, he presses it to a bar of the bedhead, curling the fingers around.

“Borje?”

"Shhhh…." he whispers. "Humour me." He wraps my other hand around a bar, again curling the fingers tight around. "Hold the bars. Relax…" He grazes over my length, long slow strokes of his palm. "Close your eyes.”

“My eyes?”

“Yes, close them. You have dressed for my pleasure. Now let me work for yours. Concentrate on what you feel. And what you hear and smell. Give yourself to the pleasure. To me.”

“I don't understand.”