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It’s Moan Day… and that’s got to be the best day of the week. You get an excuse to moan – hurrah! Over here at #MM we tend to do things the dirty way, so brace yourself 😉
The Velvet Chair
“Are you afraid of me, Princess?” His voice also had an unfamiliar rasp to it, so I knew that desire was a two-sided coin. For some reason, I thought he’d fight harder than me to resist its powerful tug.
“Then you’re not completely stupid. Maybe there’s hope for you, yet.” The smug satisfaction in his voice angered me, but I refused to rise to the bait. If I had to walk a tightrope in order to rid myself of those pears, I would.
Feeling his warm breath on my neck as his fingers gripped the zipper of my dress, I stifled another moan. My clit was so swollen between the strands of rope that encased it, it was crying out for relief. Both of my nipples had formed tight peaks beneath the clamps, and I could feel them throbbing cruelly as the thin silk rubbed against them. As he teased my zipper down slowly, Mark’s fingers traced a languorous path, and I felt the painful pull of arousal as it sent a flush of heat racing through me.
The zipper wound down my body like it was fighting its way through a sea of treacle, and to make matters worse, Mark’s hands were now inside my dress. A thousand butterflies took flight inside me as the tide of desire began to flow downwards, and there was no stopping it. There hadn’t been a need for me to wear a bra in my halter-neck dress as it had already been sewn into the bodice. Unfortunately, that gave him free reign to get his hands on me. The zip was forgotten as he weighted, kneaded and caressed me. My head flipped back of its own accord and my eyes glazed over. As his fingers found the twin clamps that Penny and Candace had fitted earlier, I nearly died on the spot.
“I bet they’re tender, aren’t they precious?” A moan was the only answer I was capable of giving.
“And they’ve swelled so prettily. I can’t wait to see and taste them.” He flicked each nub with the point of a fingernail, and I cried out. There was no point even trying to contain the lust inside my body, because it began pouring out of me with each calculated move of his fingertips.
“See? You can’t resist me. You can’t fight this kind of chemistry, Jennifer. You can give in to it, or you can let it drive you crazy, but there is no other choice.”
“I’m not fighting,” I whispered. It was true. I had no energy left to fight. Tomorrow would be a whole new day with a whole new agenda, but now all I wanted to do was give in to the sexual torrent of hormones that surrounded me and let it send me into blissful oblivion.
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