was about to happen and embarrassment at her current state of undress. And yet the idea that she could drive a sophisticated and experienced man like Andrew wild with just a glimpse of her naked breasts…it was a heady thought.
“And now I am going to remove the rest of your gown,” he said, even as he hooked his fingers into the fabric and began to tug it over her hips. “Don’t turn away. Don’t cover yourself.”
She shut her eyes as the gown fell away, but even then she could feel his stare burning into her almost as hot as a touch on her flesh. The touch that came next. He reached his hands out and gently cupped each breast, massaging the flesh there with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Andrew,” she gasped and he smiled.
“Crying out my name already? We’ve only just begun.”
She couldn’t find the breath to respond, but it didn’t seem to matter. He guided her backward across the room until her backside hit the bed. There he lifted her and set her on the edge of the high mattress. He pushed her legs open, splaying her naked body just as it had been when he had licked her to completion a few days before, and stepped into the space between them.
He kissed her again and all thoughts, all embarrassment, all anxiety fled as he tasted her, stroked her tongue with his, seduced her senses with his mouth.
He caught her hands as he kissed her, and she yanked away as he lowered them to the buttons that fastened his trousers.
They stared at each other for a long moment, her panting breaths echoing in the quiet room.
“Open them,” he ordered.
Her fingers trembled as she hesitated, staring at him in entreaty. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand the words, but she was so overwhelmed by everything happening that she couldn’t seem to move.
“Lysandra,” he said and held her gaze evenly. “Open them.”
She nodded, a jerking movement that brought her back to reality. The buttons were tight, and she discovered why as she opened a few of them. His member pushed against them, as hard as granite. When the fly was open, it sprung free, swiping her hand with its silken steel fire as she pulled away.
“Touch me,” he groaned.
She stared at the length of him and had no idea how to proceed.
“Have you never seen your lover’s cock before?” he asked when she made no move to touch him.
She shook her head. Slowly, he touched her chin and lifted her face to look at him.
“I’ll teach you.” Without another word, he caught her hand and closed her fingers around his length. With a groan, he stroked her palm down the length of him once, twice. When he released her, she continued the rhythmic stroking, mesmerized by how he flexed his hips toward her with each stoke, how his eyes rolled in the back of his head.
In that moment, she recognized that this was what he had meant when he told her she had power as a mistress. She quickened her pace and found that she was squeezing and relaxing the inner muscles of her body in time to her strokes. The feeling was quite pleasurable, and she sighed out her breath.
He stared at her.
“Enough,” he said, his voice rough as he snatched her hand away.
She flinched. “Have I done it wrong?”
“No, but any more and I shall spend. And I want to have you, Lysandra. To claim you.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but he didn’t allow that. He crushed his mouth to her, dragging her forward on the bed and cupping her lips. She felt the hard head of his…what had he called it? Cock. She felt his cock at her entrance and then he slid inside of her. The first few seconds were heavenly, a full stretching of her body that made her quake.
And then a raging burst of pain made her cry out.
Chapter Seven
Andrew froze as Lysandra cried out not in pleasure, but in pain. Her face contorted in surprise and agony as her fingertips dug into his shoulders.
With great effort, he pulled from her clinging, warm body and looked down to see the telltale streak of blood on his
“And now I am going to remove the rest of your gown,” he said, even as he hooked his fingers into the fabric and began to tug it over her hips. “Don’t turn away. Don’t cover yourself.”
She shut her eyes as the gown fell away, but even then she could feel his stare burning into her almost as hot as a touch on her flesh. The touch that came next. He reached his hands out and gently cupped each breast, massaging the flesh there with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Andrew,” she gasped and he smiled.
“Crying out my name already? We’ve only just begun.”
She couldn’t find the breath to respond, but it didn’t seem to matter. He guided her backward across the room until her backside hit the bed. There he lifted her and set her on the edge of the high mattress. He pushed her legs open, splaying her naked body just as it had been when he had licked her to completion a few days before, and stepped into the space between them.
He kissed her again and all thoughts, all embarrassment, all anxiety fled as he tasted her, stroked her tongue with his, seduced her senses with his mouth.
He caught her hands as he kissed her, and she yanked away as he lowered them to the buttons that fastened his trousers.
They stared at each other for a long moment, her panting breaths echoing in the quiet room.
“Open them,” he ordered.
Her fingers trembled as she hesitated, staring at him in entreaty. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand the words, but she was so overwhelmed by everything happening that she couldn’t seem to move.
“Lysandra,” he said and held her gaze evenly. “Open them.”
She nodded, a jerking movement that brought her back to reality. The buttons were tight, and she discovered why as she opened a few of them. His member pushed against them, as hard as granite. When the fly was open, it sprung free, swiping her hand with its silken steel fire as she pulled away.
“Touch me,” he groaned.
She stared at the length of him and had no idea how to proceed.
“Have you never seen your lover’s cock before?” he asked when she made no move to touch him.
She shook her head. Slowly, he touched her chin and lifted her face to look at him.
“I’ll teach you.” Without another word, he caught her hand and closed her fingers around his length. With a groan, he stroked her palm down the length of him once, twice. When he released her, she continued the rhythmic stroking, mesmerized by how he flexed his hips toward her with each stoke, how his eyes rolled in the back of his head.
In that moment, she recognized that this was what he had meant when he told her she had power as a mistress. She quickened her pace and found that she was squeezing and relaxing the inner muscles of her body in time to her strokes. The feeling was quite pleasurable, and she sighed out her breath.
He stared at her.
“Enough,” he said, his voice rough as he snatched her hand away.
She flinched. “Have I done it wrong?”
“No, but any more and I shall spend. And I want to have you, Lysandra. To claim you.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but he didn’t allow that. He crushed his mouth to her, dragging her forward on the bed and cupping her lips. She felt the hard head of his…what had he called it? Cock. She felt his cock at her entrance and then he slid inside of her. The first few seconds were heavenly, a full stretching of her body that made her quake.
And then a raging burst of pain made her cry out.
Chapter Seven
Andrew froze as Lysandra cried out not in pleasure, but in pain. Her face contorted in surprise and agony as her fingertips dug into his shoulders.
With great effort, he pulled from her clinging, warm body and looked down to see the telltale streak of blood on his
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