Tempting in Crimson Lace, She Craves Ecstasy

“Show me your tongue.”
Your tongue extends, and you taste what was so recently engulfed by your
mouth. Yes,
your mind answers, he would, your Master would. Vxxx The drops come irregularly, an exquisite adaptation of
Chinese water torture, until suddenly, without warning, one of the
offending cubes enters you, slid into you by my fingers. This you know. Am I to be taken to (in?) this
“no-woman’s” land, this last bastion of your male dominated world? But this? On the threshold, I
quickly pull you to me, my thigh moving rapidly between your legs as my
arms crush you to me. It too
is vintage, black velvet, buttoned down the front from the heavy leather
belt I cinch around my waist, to the full sweep of the hem hovering just
above my ankles.