to transmute to pleasure. He’d taught her to anticipate the moment when the tingling became almost orgasmic. A precursor to the rough sex that would soon follow. Claire looked up at him with sparkling eyes, not daring to put her request for more into words in case he punished her by not obliging.
Rod reached behind her and yanked the zipper of her dress down so hard that she was surprised it didn’t break. She stepped out of it and stood in front of him in her cream lace underwear. Waiting. Anticipating. He slid his hand inside her panties and laughed when his fingers came away soaking wet.
“What’s turned you on?”
“Oh, just the prospect of being with you. I thought lunch would never end.”
“Well, it’s a good job you’re in the mood because I’ve got something for you that you’re gonna like.”
“So I see.” She glanced down, moistening her lips as she ran her fingers down the length of an impressive erection. It jerked even more rigidly to attention but he slapped her hand away.
“Not that. I’ve got something else. Something you’ve been lusting after for a while.”
Claire looked up at him, intrigued. The only thing she wanted was that glorious cock buried deep inside her and she wasn’t sure she could wait much longer.
“What is it?”
Without answering, he took her hand and led her to the bed. When she saw the ropes attached to the headboard her excitement ricocheted. What was it about being tied up, helpless and at his complete mercy, that so turned her on? Was she a natural submissive? She never would have said so, but since meeting Rod she’d had to face up to certain facets of her character she hadn’t been aware existed. He tied her hands to the bed-head and disappeared into the adjoining room without a word of explanation.
Claire swallowed her growing unease. She pushed to the back of her mind the knowledge that she’d broken one of her strictest rules, not only by allowing this affair to go on for too long but by letting him be the one in control. It was dangerous. If she was honest with herself she’d have to admit that he was becoming more than just a good fuck. Her emotions were in danger of intruding into the relationship. She was starting to care for him. She couldn’t believe she’d allowed things to get to that stage. But on the rare occasions when she arrived, determined to end the relationship, he appeared to know and savaged her body until she was too weak to move, much less think about terminating the affair.
She’d answered his questions about her life and had long since admitted to her real name, what her husband did for a living, how she filled her days. She never did that. She always tired of them and moved on when they started to get possessive. Rod was different, the exception that proved the rule, but she would still have to end their affair soon.
Not quite yet, though.
Rod walked back into the room with another man—a black man she’d seen hanging around the building site office and about whose attributes she’d idly speculated on more than one occasion with Rod. The man gave her an appraising stare and her confidence faltered. Speculation was one thing, but taking them both together, which she knew would be Rod’s intention…
She didn’t know if she could actually do it.
“This is Paul.”
No other explanation for his presence was forthcoming. Not that any was necessary. She’d already guessed what Rod had in mind and she knew she shouldn’t go that far. She should refuse and get out while she still could. He’d untie her straight away if she said she wanted to leave, wouldn’t he? Suddenly she was no longer quite so sure.
The moment Paul started to strip off his clothes, her fears—and the remnants of her inhibitions—fell away with them. What the hell! Her eyes widened in appreciation of his physical attributes. She moistened her lips and said hello to Paul in a voice rendered husky with desire.
Rod chuckled. “Sounds like the
Rod reached behind her and yanked the zipper of her dress down so hard that she was surprised it didn’t break. She stepped out of it and stood in front of him in her cream lace underwear. Waiting. Anticipating. He slid his hand inside her panties and laughed when his fingers came away soaking wet.
“What’s turned you on?”
“Oh, just the prospect of being with you. I thought lunch would never end.”
“Well, it’s a good job you’re in the mood because I’ve got something for you that you’re gonna like.”
“So I see.” She glanced down, moistening her lips as she ran her fingers down the length of an impressive erection. It jerked even more rigidly to attention but he slapped her hand away.
“Not that. I’ve got something else. Something you’ve been lusting after for a while.”
Claire looked up at him, intrigued. The only thing she wanted was that glorious cock buried deep inside her and she wasn’t sure she could wait much longer.
“What is it?”
Without answering, he took her hand and led her to the bed. When she saw the ropes attached to the headboard her excitement ricocheted. What was it about being tied up, helpless and at his complete mercy, that so turned her on? Was she a natural submissive? She never would have said so, but since meeting Rod she’d had to face up to certain facets of her character she hadn’t been aware existed. He tied her hands to the bed-head and disappeared into the adjoining room without a word of explanation.
Claire swallowed her growing unease. She pushed to the back of her mind the knowledge that she’d broken one of her strictest rules, not only by allowing this affair to go on for too long but by letting him be the one in control. It was dangerous. If she was honest with herself she’d have to admit that he was becoming more than just a good fuck. Her emotions were in danger of intruding into the relationship. She was starting to care for him. She couldn’t believe she’d allowed things to get to that stage. But on the rare occasions when she arrived, determined to end the relationship, he appeared to know and savaged her body until she was too weak to move, much less think about terminating the affair.
She’d answered his questions about her life and had long since admitted to her real name, what her husband did for a living, how she filled her days. She never did that. She always tired of them and moved on when they started to get possessive. Rod was different, the exception that proved the rule, but she would still have to end their affair soon.
Not quite yet, though.
Rod walked back into the room with another man—a black man she’d seen hanging around the building site office and about whose attributes she’d idly speculated on more than one occasion with Rod. The man gave her an appraising stare and her confidence faltered. Speculation was one thing, but taking them both together, which she knew would be Rod’s intention…
She didn’t know if she could actually do it.
“This is Paul.”
No other explanation for his presence was forthcoming. Not that any was necessary. She’d already guessed what Rod had in mind and she knew she shouldn’t go that far. She should refuse and get out while she still could. He’d untie her straight away if she said she wanted to leave, wouldn’t he? Suddenly she was no longer quite so sure.
The moment Paul started to strip off his clothes, her fears—and the remnants of her inhibitions—fell away with them. What the hell! Her eyes widened in appreciation of his physical attributes. She moistened her lips and said hello to Paul in a voice rendered husky with desire.
Rod chuckled. “Sounds like the
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