Tessa's Escape to Athena's Ground(80)

                He shook his head. “I’m saving that for later.”

                They drank more champagne and fed each other shrimp and grapes. “How long have you been doing this Russell?” Tessa asked as she laid a grape on his tongue.

                “Three years.”

                “Aside from the sex and the money, why do you do it?”

                They both laughed.

                “Seriously, though,” Tessa said, “it can’t be easy. Every woman you deal with has big issues and insecurities and problems that you have to address and nurture and fix.”

                “I don’t have the power to fix someone, Tessa. I do have the knowledge and skills and temperament to help a woman fix herself. And it’s a privilege to watch a woman come in broken and leave standing on her own two feet.”

                When the flush of Tessa’s orgasm had completely faded, Russell waved the vibrator control at Tessa. “Another way you and your lover can pleasure each other is to keep low-level stimulation in you while you do something to stimulate your man.” He turned the vibe on low. “In fact, you can use it as a communication device, of sorts. He keeps the control while you tend to his needs. He lets you know you’re successfully exciting him by increasing the vibration inside you.”

                “Like you scratch my back and I scratch yours?”

                “Something like that, though what you’ll be scratching won’t be a back. Well…” he began to fondle Tessa’s rear, “…maybe a backside.”





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                “Sexual role game? I could never do that,” Tessa said.

                Russell raised his eyebrows and the vibrator control. “A higher speed or off, it’s your choice.” His eyes sparkled and Tessa got the feeling he enjoyed his control over her building arousal.

                “Tell me again why we do it? It sounds kind of silly.”

                “Would you eat every meal with only salt and pepper? Never any garlic or oregano. Heaven forbid the cumin or cinnamon. Of course not. And if sex is a meal, toys—and a little role-playing—is the spice that keeps mealtime tasty. And fun.”

                “Hmm. Tell me about our game.”

                “First we’ll finish playing with the items on your buffet table. Then I’ll go out for a fresh bottle of wine while you get yourself together.”

                “You’re awfully confident I’ll need time to recuperate from your buffet, aren’t you?” Her eyes twinkled.

                Russell clicked the vibrator control to the next higher level, which was still pretty calm, but Tessa jumped, and Russell smiled. “Yes, I am confident. But getting back to our fantasy scene. I won’t be gone long, but time enough for you to freshen up. I need you to leave this outfit on, with one small adaptation.”

                Now it was Tessa’s turn to raise her eyebrows.

                “That bit of lace covering your nipples. It’s removable, with a firm tug. While I’m gone, I want you to rip it off, so I can see your beautiful pink circles and big, lusty nipples. I also want you to put some bright red lipstick on. I put a tube in the bathroom for you.”

                “How thoughtful,” Tessa said, a blend of sarcasm and excitement. The vibe inside her was slowly fueling her arousal and she wondered how long it would take before spontaneous combustion.