For His Desire(10)
Elena felt the warm spurt of Michael’s semen inside of her and she felt her body go limp. Michael helped her stand up, still holding on to her. “I won’t let you go,” Michael promised and Elena wasn’t sure whether he meant in the pool or in life. For the moment, it didn’t matter but she hoped beyond hope that he meant both.
He helped her from the pool and removed the blindfold. Her legs felt weak from the two intense orgasms and she was sure she looked frightful. Her hair was matted to her hair, wet. Her stockings were ruined, though she knew that they were replaceable. Her makeup was smeared, yet that didn’t matter to her – or to him.
Elena noticed that Michael had towels sitting near the pool and she was amazed that he had seen to every little detail.
Though she had been unsure about trusting him so completely, Elena was glad to see that her trust had not been misplaced. Michael had a way of getting inside of her even when he was not touching her.
Shaved
(For His Desire Book 2)
Chapter 1
“Hold still,” Michael instructed. “I don’t want to cut you.”
“I am still,” Elena replied, though that wasn’t quite true. She squirmed a bit under the cold of the shaving cream. The bathroom floor, too, was cold beneath her bare ass. She wanted to hold still, but that wasn’t quite the same as actually being still.
Michael dragged the razor carefully over Elena’s neatly trimmed public hair. Though she could not see him, she could feel the sharp blade glide over her skin and she willed herself to remain absolutely immobile.
He had promised her a unique experience and Michael did not disappoint her. He had tied her hands together over her head using leather restraints and placed the blindfold over her eyes. She could smell the shaving cream and could smell the leather of the restraints, the scents combining in a very enticing way.
It seemed like such a simple act, just removing some excess hair, yet there was definite possessiveness to the act. Michael was marking her – even though it was just in a temporary way. He continued to amaze and excite her with every passing day.
Elena barely dared to breathe when she felt the razor against her sensitive skin. It was highly erotic, the cold metal against her warmth. “You’re washing away all the shaving cream,” he teased and Elena blushed. She knew she was incredibly wet and she could feel herself making a puddle on the bare floor.
“I knew I should have put a towel under you,” Michael chastised. “Very, very messy.” Elena felt her blush deepen and she tried to imagine how she looked to him, sprawled and tied on the cold bathroom floor. This bathroom was attached to Michael’s master bedroom, but this was the first time she had ever been inside of the room.
She was lost in the scents and the sensations and with being with Michael. She didn’t know where this was headed, but she definitely wanted to find out. She did, though, remember each moment that led to her being tied up on Michael’s bedroom floor.
Chapter 2
On Thursday night, Elena arrived at Michael’s front door as instructed. She was having fond memories of their previous weekend and the delightful pool exploits. Her face felt bright red, a shade that matched her new favorite lipstick. She was wearing a red dress – a color that she rarely wore – but she was feeling inspired and excited.
Her heart was beating so furiously that she was sure Michael could hear it on the other side of the door. Just in the slight chance that only she could hear the frantic racing of her heart, she rang the doorbell.
Her smile faltered a bit when the door opened and Michael wasn’t on the other side. She was certain of the address and recognized the house, but the woman answering the door was decidedly not familiar.
“Ms. Carter, please come in,” the woman said, opening the door to fully allow Elena inside. Elena did so, glancing at the woman. “Mr. Anderson instructed me to place you in the library to wait for him.”
Elena made a point not to linger in the foyer, as memories of the last time she had been there flooded her mind. She felt a distinct tingling wondering if she would have similar memories in all the rooms in Michael’s house. She noticed that she was lagging behind the woman and she quickened her pace.
Elena followed her into the library and the woman closed the door behind her.
Strange, but she had never thought of Michael as “Mr. Anderson” before, though she did know that was his last name. Of course she had not realized that he had servants either, but now she knew he had at least one housekeeper. It made sense, of course. After all, it was a large house and she knew that Michael was quite busy with work. She had been learning how important his job was to him, even though she still had just a vague notion of what his business did.