he could do. I glanced at him and my lip wanted to curl before I turned back to her.
"He saw me touch Cara Mia. He saw her take pleasure from that touch. Nothing horrible has happened."
"But he saw."
"He saw a man give pleasure to a woman. An anonymous woman wearing a mask."
She looked down at the shirt.
"Would you throw everything away because a man saw Cara Mia enjoy her lover's touch?"
She swallowed as she thought about my words. Then she dropped the shirt back in the bag, and said, "That Cara Mia," her teeth catching at her lower lip. "She must really love you."
It was my turn to swallow hard. "As much as I love her," I said, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek.
She walked back to her mat, each step deliberate. She stood facing away from me. A wonderful signal, I thought, to tell me that she was ready to proceed. Even if she was hedging by facing the wall.
When I stepped in front of her, I put my index finger under her chin. She was sweating, her face streaked with tears that come as she walked to the mat, her lipstick smeared from the kissing. My heart went out to her even as my dick leaped in my pants.
How beautiful she was, torn by passion, and fighting her head for control of her body. "Don't let anything stand in the way of releasing that glorious passion."
She shook her head hard. "You're asking too much."
"Your body tells me you're lying. I know you've enjoyed some of it." I brushed over her thong. "Your snatch is swollen and wet. All these feelings, they can be turned to increase your pleasure. Own them, acknowledge them, and enjoy what we do here."
She shook her head, unable or unwilling to accept my words.
Chapter 11
I swore I wouldn't wheedle, and kept my voice even. "Cara Mia, think of it. No one knows you here, no one sees anything but a woman and a man enjoying themselves. Even if they did see your face, the rules of this community forbid any unbidden mention of this life, the things that happen here. In public."
She shook her head again, but more hesitantly, her chin quivering. I believed she wanted to be convinced, to not let our relationship end.
Kissing her, I felt the tension in her back, the muscles tight under my fingers as I massaged and worked the knots. She relaxed a bit and I pulled her hips to me again so she could see how much I wanted her.
When I felt her worm against me, I asked, "Shall we continue?"
She moaned, in a quandary.
"It is hard, I know. Rules have held you tight. But Cara Mia isn't bound by them. Only by her own desires. I love you. I want to release you. And I swear with all my heart I will let nothing harm you."
A tear ran out from under the mask, leaving a black trail down her cheek. I wasn't sure if I had broken her or relieved her.
"Will you continue?" I asked.
"Do I have to turn around?"
"You must confront all the hindrances that keep your passion bound."
She growled, but allowed me to turn her around. The man was still there, watching. I wondered what he thought. She sucked in a breath and stood tall as she faced him.
I breathed across her neck, ruffling the hair and raising a rash of goose bumps that trailed down her arms. Nonchalantly, I kissed her neck, caressing her arms with my fingertips.
She had expected that I would force the reveal, but I gave her easy pleasure, nothing untoward, until she relaxed, becoming, if not comfortable with her position, then, at least finding terms she could accept.
"How do you feel, Cara Mia?"
"Embarrassed, humiliated." She paused as my kisses forced an indrawn breath that ended in a moan. "And...turned on. More than I would have thought possible."
"Very good. I am so pleased and I love you more for the admission."
I released her arms and I slid around her until I pressed against her back, my hands tracing their way around her front, hugging. She laid her hands on my forearms, lightly, stroking over the dark hairs that lay there.
When she laid her head back on my shoulder, I took it as permission to
"He saw me touch Cara Mia. He saw her take pleasure from that touch. Nothing horrible has happened."
"But he saw."
"He saw a man give pleasure to a woman. An anonymous woman wearing a mask."
She looked down at the shirt.
"Would you throw everything away because a man saw Cara Mia enjoy her lover's touch?"
She swallowed as she thought about my words. Then she dropped the shirt back in the bag, and said, "That Cara Mia," her teeth catching at her lower lip. "She must really love you."
It was my turn to swallow hard. "As much as I love her," I said, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek.
She walked back to her mat, each step deliberate. She stood facing away from me. A wonderful signal, I thought, to tell me that she was ready to proceed. Even if she was hedging by facing the wall.
When I stepped in front of her, I put my index finger under her chin. She was sweating, her face streaked with tears that come as she walked to the mat, her lipstick smeared from the kissing. My heart went out to her even as my dick leaped in my pants.
How beautiful she was, torn by passion, and fighting her head for control of her body. "Don't let anything stand in the way of releasing that glorious passion."
She shook her head hard. "You're asking too much."
"Your body tells me you're lying. I know you've enjoyed some of it." I brushed over her thong. "Your snatch is swollen and wet. All these feelings, they can be turned to increase your pleasure. Own them, acknowledge them, and enjoy what we do here."
She shook her head, unable or unwilling to accept my words.
Chapter 11
I swore I wouldn't wheedle, and kept my voice even. "Cara Mia, think of it. No one knows you here, no one sees anything but a woman and a man enjoying themselves. Even if they did see your face, the rules of this community forbid any unbidden mention of this life, the things that happen here. In public."
She shook her head again, but more hesitantly, her chin quivering. I believed she wanted to be convinced, to not let our relationship end.
Kissing her, I felt the tension in her back, the muscles tight under my fingers as I massaged and worked the knots. She relaxed a bit and I pulled her hips to me again so she could see how much I wanted her.
When I felt her worm against me, I asked, "Shall we continue?"
She moaned, in a quandary.
"It is hard, I know. Rules have held you tight. But Cara Mia isn't bound by them. Only by her own desires. I love you. I want to release you. And I swear with all my heart I will let nothing harm you."
A tear ran out from under the mask, leaving a black trail down her cheek. I wasn't sure if I had broken her or relieved her.
"Will you continue?" I asked.
"Do I have to turn around?"
"You must confront all the hindrances that keep your passion bound."
She growled, but allowed me to turn her around. The man was still there, watching. I wondered what he thought. She sucked in a breath and stood tall as she faced him.
I breathed across her neck, ruffling the hair and raising a rash of goose bumps that trailed down her arms. Nonchalantly, I kissed her neck, caressing her arms with my fingertips.
She had expected that I would force the reveal, but I gave her easy pleasure, nothing untoward, until she relaxed, becoming, if not comfortable with her position, then, at least finding terms she could accept.
"How do you feel, Cara Mia?"
"Embarrassed, humiliated." She paused as my kisses forced an indrawn breath that ended in a moan. "And...turned on. More than I would have thought possible."
"Very good. I am so pleased and I love you more for the admission."
I released her arms and I slid around her until I pressed against her back, my hands tracing their way around her front, hugging. She laid her hands on my forearms, lightly, stroking over the dark hairs that lay there.
When she laid her head back on my shoulder, I took it as permission to
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