Arching her neck, she moaned as the pulses of bliss crashed through her body. A sharp nip on her calf brought her back from her stupor.
Julius kissed the reddened bite mark. Staring down at her, his eyes glittered with the hunger of a wolf presented with a fawn. He pulled out of her body, his shaft still hard. “The rope work on your body is one of my favorite patterns. Do you know why?”
Amanda’s breath hadn’t returned, so she shook her head.
He pressed her knees towards her face, and the ropes around her legs stretched and tightened as her calves met the back of her thighs. “Because it gives me the option for another position.”
And before she could even wonder, he rolled her over until she knelt on the bed, her hands pressed tight against her breasts, her forehead resting on the pillow.
“What …?” She tried to look over her shoulder, but fell off-balance and planted onto her cheek.
“Careful.” Julius skimmed his palm over her bottom and found her wet opening. He eased two fingers in and out. “Before we go any further, I want you to tell me if anything is hurting.”
“Hurting?” She needed more than his fingers. She didn’t know she could want so soon after her crisis, but she did. “Nothing hurts. Now Julius, please.”
He chuckled and removed his fingers. “I think we’d better do this without distractions. You can still wiggle your toes?”
She checked and nodded.
“Good. And nothing is pinching at your shoulders?” His fingers slid under the edges of the harness at her back. He tugged gently at different sections, each pull causing the silk to rub against her flesh. It was like hundreds of fingers were caressing her skin at once. She moaned.
“The ropes are fine.” She wriggled her backside. “You know where your attention is needed. Stop making sport.”
“The mouse might be getting a little too demanding,” he said, but there was a note of approval in his voice. “But if you insist, I’ll stop making sport, as you say.”
The bed shifted, and she sensed him moving behind her. Something cool and smooth prodded at her entrance. Julius pressed, and the object glided smoothly in.
“What is that?” she asked.
“You held it earlier.” Julius twisted it and slowly plunged it in and out of her body. “What you thought was a doll. The small one. How does it feel?”
“Too small.” She frowned at Julius’s chuckle. “And a little cold.”
“It will heat up in no time.”
The scrape of glass on glass met her ears. Something drizzled on the flat of her lower back before running down between the cheeks of her bottom. The oil.
Julius followed the path of the liquid, his fingers brushing past her tight ring of muscles. Amanda froze.
“Relax.” The piece of jade in her channel eased in and out as Julius rimmed her other opening with his thumb. “Has any man ever taken you here?”
She shook her head, her forehead rubbing against the coverlet. Did men take women there? She’d never even thought it a possibility. Why would anyone want to? “Are …” She licked her bottom lip. “Are you going to?”
“Eventually.” He drizzled more oil above the crease of her bottom. And this time, after circling her rim, he eased a finger inside.
Every muscle in Amanda’s body tensed. The sensation was too foreign, and her mind scattered.
“I promise you will enjoy it. Maybe not at first. Your body needs to become accustomed to it. But it can be very pleasurable for both men and women.” Leaving the jade buried in her sheath, he circled her clit with one finger and worked her bottom with the other. “Will you trust me to make this good for you?”
Her body shuddered. “You don’t fight fair.”
“No, I don’t.” He added another finger into her back channel and increased the pressure on her clit. She wanted to jump out of her skin. How could her body feel so good and so uncomfortable at the same time? “Well,” he said, “do I have your permission?”
“Yes,” she said, the word a moan.
“Good girl.” His hands left her body, and she whimpered in frustration. When he removed the jade, she felt so empty she wanted to scream.
His finger found its way between her thighs again to circle her clitoris. At the same time, she felt the smooth head of the object press at her rosette.
