Becoming His Slave by Talon P. S., Ayla Stephan Page A

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    She worked up the lather from one of the products in the gift basket she had received earlier that day and lathered it over her skin. She instantly loved the silkiness it had on her skin and its cool tingly sensation as she washed her whole body with it. She enjoyed the soft tingle so much she washed certain places twice. Then relaxed back to drift away. Even the fragrance was pleasing—Night Jasmine and honeydew swirled about her like a dream that seduced her into deeper dreams of pleasure.
    She took in a deep breath letting her nostrils flare as she inhaled the aromatic fragrance of the matching candle that came with it. Easing with the arousing sounds of Enigma’s music she had turned up rather high to fill her senses and to drown out the noise of guests that passed just outside her room with constant infrequency.
    She could feel the tingling caused by the soap build and her hand floated over her skin to caress and ease the sensation down, but rather it started something new and heightened, like the gentle surf of the ocean. Her skin warmed where her hand massaged over the skin then idled back to a cool tingly sensation. She could feel the wetness seeping from inside, felt it building in her cunt and she sucked in a deep breath suddenly realizing the body product was driving her into an enhanced state of arousal. It was shifting from gentle to oh my god I need to be fucked very quickly. She could feel the warm blush take over her body, crimson waves crashing over her, deepening her breath just to still herself. If she had a lover this would be the most incredible stuff in the world. Hell she hadn’t even packed a vibrator not that she could have used hers in the tub and she was certain the guys would hear her in the next room.
    She could always slip downstairs and go buy one. The whole damned place was wall to wall sex products and toys and she recalled one or two advertised as being whisper quiet, but she had already spent all her cookie jar money and she still had a month to go before she would get another payment from Quinn’s Lovely.
    Nope she was on her own and she was burning so hot now she had to do something, the craving growing so strong it was almost painful.
    Katianna bit her lip, her head pressing back letting her eyes flutter closed and she let her hand slip between her legs. Her fingers teased over the hooded cluster of nerves before delivering a firmer touch drawing the sensitive button out for her to stroke underneath her finger tips and her hips flinched with the first contact. Swollen petals sent shock waves through her hips and thighs as her fingers teased them open. She traced around the ultra sensitive rim heightened by the bath products and she could feel the silky wetness just waiting for her and she let her fingers slip in.
    So hot and tight—it surprised her. She rarely masturbated and not by her own hand, but she needed some release even if minor. She let out a gasp as she pulled her fingers out then thrust them back in two at a time. Her hips jerked and she shuddered at her own contact, waves of tormented delight shot through her and she moaned. The muscles of her pussy clamped around her fingers.
    So sensitive and aroused, she pumped her fingers in gentle waving motions to stroke her blazoned walls. Like a firestorm of erotic lacerations that rippled through her, annihilating her with the need for release. She quickened her strokes spreading her thighs wider to gain deeper inside herself. Her head tossed back and she whimpered with tormented need. It was exquisite and heady. She palmed against the pearl intensifying the lusty pressure as she fought to bring herself to climax. Her breathe deepening, almost strangled as she sought out the elation that refused to embrace her, lingering just out of reach in cruel gestures of torture.
    Oh god she burned, burning wave after wave. The more she touched herself the more the enhancing creams heightened the sensations they created, it was