collected, and slow as a tongue licking the edge of an ice cream, nudged aside her lips, and dipped inside her. There. Oh. Yes. A coil of simmering energy seemed to squeeze down into the tightest ball, and quiver to be released. His thumb found her nub and pressed down firmly. Over and over and over.
Her heart stopped. The room shattered. Her breath came out in a choking squeak from her gaping mouth. Nothing existed except the storm of pleasure bursting upward from where he probed and pressed. Unable to stop herself, she jerked and moaned through each wave of the storm until her body was wrung dry of the very last shudder.
When the room centered and she raised her eyelids, Mr. Meisner held her in his arms, snuggled to his chest. He rubbed her back, just like he had on the boat. “There you go, sweetheart. Lord. Never seen any woman orgasm that easily. You do like this. Do you understand? You like being tied up.”
She guessed she did. Strange, but true. She turned her head away from the roughness of his coat to better catch her breath. “What is an orgasm, Mr. Meisner?”
His chest jolted as he laughed silently, and she turned her face again to hide. Why did he laugh? He kissed the top of her head.
“I’m not mocking you, but I can see I have a lot to teach you.” His next words were spoken so quietly she had to strain to hear them. “And you’re so gorgeous... I’m not sure how I’ll ever let you go.”
Though her hands were still tied, she was sure he didn’t mean that. Besides, right then, no one and nothing could have pried her from his arms, because she certainly wasn’t letting him go either.
Chapter 6
She’d settled in his arms and lay with her head nestling in the angle between his arm and chest, breathing quietly like a small animal caught in a trap, hoping if it stayed still no one would notice. Leonhardt smiled as he undid the curtain cords that tied her hands.
“An orgasm is what just happened to you, dear.”
“I know.” She sighed.” I figured it out. I’m not stupid. I just wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Not surprising if that was your first orgasm.” He patted her for a while longer, letting his hand run the length of her hair and down her naked back to just above her bottom.
The room around them was beautifully decorated but, eyes unfocused, he saw nothing except a blur. Should he see if she wanted to take this further? Despite his vow, he wouldn’t...couldn’t walk away unless she told him so.
He’d never found a woman he didn’t have to pay who showed a true inclination for what he craved. Yet here was Faith, a wholesome, normal woman who’d liked being dominated. Unorthodox, lovely and one of the most intriguing ladies he’d ever met. She wasn’t afraid to break the rules and, if she hadn’t done so earlier, he’d not be here, in her bedroom with this soft arousing bundle of femininity in his arms.
Maybe, after all, there wasn’t anything wrong with him and his desires? He looked down at her. With one hand on her head and the other cradling her rounded bottom, emotions churned to the surface inside him–both an overwhelming tenderness and a powerful need to spread her out on the bed and do everything to her body he could imagine.
“Faith?”
“Yes?” Her voice was muffled by his coat.
“Your choice. We can stop now and I’ll go home to my house. Or–”
He felt her fingers beneath his armpit clench slowly into a fist and warmth as she expelled a breath. Whatever decision she’d made wasn’t coming easy.
“Stay, Mr. Meisner.”
“Ah.” Tenderness boiled away in the face of incandescent lust. Control, man. Simmer down .
Maybe, a little anticipation, a little preparation, would do them both good. “When are you going to call me Leonhardt? I thought I’d made it clear?”
She peered up at him with those pale-as-mist gray eyes–intelligent with a flare of boldness. “I like you as Mr. Meisner.”
He wrapped his fingers in her
Her heart stopped. The room shattered. Her breath came out in a choking squeak from her gaping mouth. Nothing existed except the storm of pleasure bursting upward from where he probed and pressed. Unable to stop herself, she jerked and moaned through each wave of the storm until her body was wrung dry of the very last shudder.
When the room centered and she raised her eyelids, Mr. Meisner held her in his arms, snuggled to his chest. He rubbed her back, just like he had on the boat. “There you go, sweetheart. Lord. Never seen any woman orgasm that easily. You do like this. Do you understand? You like being tied up.”
She guessed she did. Strange, but true. She turned her head away from the roughness of his coat to better catch her breath. “What is an orgasm, Mr. Meisner?”
His chest jolted as he laughed silently, and she turned her face again to hide. Why did he laugh? He kissed the top of her head.
“I’m not mocking you, but I can see I have a lot to teach you.” His next words were spoken so quietly she had to strain to hear them. “And you’re so gorgeous... I’m not sure how I’ll ever let you go.”
Though her hands were still tied, she was sure he didn’t mean that. Besides, right then, no one and nothing could have pried her from his arms, because she certainly wasn’t letting him go either.
Chapter 6
She’d settled in his arms and lay with her head nestling in the angle between his arm and chest, breathing quietly like a small animal caught in a trap, hoping if it stayed still no one would notice. Leonhardt smiled as he undid the curtain cords that tied her hands.
“An orgasm is what just happened to you, dear.”
“I know.” She sighed.” I figured it out. I’m not stupid. I just wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Not surprising if that was your first orgasm.” He patted her for a while longer, letting his hand run the length of her hair and down her naked back to just above her bottom.
The room around them was beautifully decorated but, eyes unfocused, he saw nothing except a blur. Should he see if she wanted to take this further? Despite his vow, he wouldn’t...couldn’t walk away unless she told him so.
He’d never found a woman he didn’t have to pay who showed a true inclination for what he craved. Yet here was Faith, a wholesome, normal woman who’d liked being dominated. Unorthodox, lovely and one of the most intriguing ladies he’d ever met. She wasn’t afraid to break the rules and, if she hadn’t done so earlier, he’d not be here, in her bedroom with this soft arousing bundle of femininity in his arms.
Maybe, after all, there wasn’t anything wrong with him and his desires? He looked down at her. With one hand on her head and the other cradling her rounded bottom, emotions churned to the surface inside him–both an overwhelming tenderness and a powerful need to spread her out on the bed and do everything to her body he could imagine.
“Faith?”
“Yes?” Her voice was muffled by his coat.
“Your choice. We can stop now and I’ll go home to my house. Or–”
He felt her fingers beneath his armpit clench slowly into a fist and warmth as she expelled a breath. Whatever decision she’d made wasn’t coming easy.
“Stay, Mr. Meisner.”
“Ah.” Tenderness boiled away in the face of incandescent lust. Control, man. Simmer down .
Maybe, a little anticipation, a little preparation, would do them both good. “When are you going to call me Leonhardt? I thought I’d made it clear?”
She peered up at him with those pale-as-mist gray eyes–intelligent with a flare of boldness. “I like you as Mr. Meisner.”
He wrapped his fingers in her
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