s, his voice
still low.
I do as I’m told, thinking that he’s going to put the balls
in my mouth again to lubricate them. No, he slips his index
finger in.
finger in.
Oh . . .
“Suck,” he says. I reach up and clasp his hand, holding
him steady, and do as I’m told—see, I can be obedient,
when I want.
He tastes of soap . . . hmm. I suck hard, and I’m
rewarded when his eyes widen and his lips part as he
inhales. I’m not going to need any lubricant at this rate. He
puts the balls in his mouth as I fellate his finger, twirling my
tongue round it. When he tries to withdraw it, I clamp my
teeth down.
He grins then shakes his head, admonishing me, so I let
go. He nods, and I bend down and grasp the sides of the
chair. He moves my panties to one side and very slowly
slides a finger into me, circling leisurely, so I feel him, on all
sides. I can’t help the moan that escapes from my lips.
He withdraws his finger briefly and with tender care,
inserts the balls one at a time, pushing them deep inside
me. Once they are in position, he smoothes my panties
back into place and kisses my backside. Running his hands
back into place and kisses my backside. Running his hands
up each of my legs from ankle to thigh, he gently kisses the
top of each thigh where my hold-ups finish.
“You ha一ve fine, fine legs, Miss Steele,” he murmurs.
Standing, he grasps my hips and pulls my behind
against him so I feel his erection.
“Maybe I’ll ha一ve you this way when we get home,
Anastasia. You can stand now.”
I feel giddy, beyond aroused as the weight of the balls
push and pull inside me. Leaning down from behind me
Christian kisses my shoulder.
“I bought these for you to wear to last Saturday’s
gala.” He puts his arm around me and holds out his hand.
In his palm rests a small red box with Cartier inscribed on
the lid. “But you left me, so I never had the opportunity to
give them to you.”
Oh!
“This is my second chance,” he murmurs, his voice stiff
with some unnamed emotion. He’s nervous.
Tentatively, I rea
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