Todos los capítulos de WICKED TEMPTATIONS (STEAMY COLLECTIONS): Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

For two more days she and Kit worked, side by side, doing the small things needed to make a household run smoothly. She felt no shyness around him any more. Nor did she feel that modesty was required. Not here, on this island, with the two men she trusted and liked so much.For his part, he remained proper and apologetic for looking at her ... but he always looked.And, for two more nights her uncle helped her ‘relax’ when it was her bedtime. She looked forward to those goodnight kisses all day long, and found herself glancing sideways at Kit as she helped him do his chores and he helped her do hers. Obviously he was interested in her as a woman. Couldn’t he do some of the same things to her? Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to feel that wonderful during the day, as well as at night?She was shocked when she had those thoughts. She was thinking like a hussy!But those thoughts kept coming back.Several days later Laurie lay in bed, weak and satisfied after being ‘relaxed’ by her uncle.

My drink was sat on the stand next to me by a very good looking young man who couldn't have been more than twenty. He too, couldn't seem to stop staring at my body, even as I thanked him and picked up the drink. When I looked up at him to smile, his eyes slid to the side and he looked away quickly as if ashamed. What was wrong with these guys? Hadn't they seen a woman in a bikini before?I decided to ignore them, and picked up my book to turn to the first page. By the second I was yawning, feeling the effects of the early flight and the long days past. I sat the book down, took another long sip of my drink and closed my eyes behind my dark glasses.Sleep took me quickly and seamlessly.When I woke, my body was hot from the sun. I tried to open my eyes so that I could get up and go inside and couldn't. Something was covering them. I went to move it with my hand and then squirmed as I realized my hands were being restrained above my head. Panic started trickling through me in chilling l

I was turned to lay upon my stomach, long fingers stroking the rounded globes of my bottom, pulling them apart to rub the oil around the flowered bud of my anus. I tried to move away from that hand, even though tiny electric shocks seem to pulse from those fingers, and was swiftly punished, a resounding thwack on my bottom being more than enough to hold me still. He pushed gently into me, taking my mind from the other hands that rubbed and stroked the thick oil over me. More oil was gathered and pressed into my anus by that finger rubbing it gently but firmly until I felt slick and open. I tried to hold still, even when I could feel it deep inside of me, plunging and wriggling where I had never allowed another to go. But it was almost impossible. My muscles squeezed, trying to repel this invader, my hips jerked and tried to pull away. As punishment, I received another hard slap to my bottom.It was a relief and sheer torture when I heard that male voice again usher a firm command in a

He took my mouth the way I imagined he would run any business, with finesse and ruthlessness. He compelled me with the way his slick lips rubbed against mine. He coerced me with tender forays of his tongue into the depths of my mouth, tangling with my own to dance seductively. He captured me with strong thrusts and sleek movements. He controlled me with his strong will and his aggression. He captivated me with his tenderness.My hands twitched, I so desperately wanted to run them through his hair, feel the skin of his back under my palms. I resisted the urge, knowing that he wouldn't be pleased, that he wanted me his way and I had no choice but to accept it.His mouth moved on me like a flame, searing the tender skin of my neck as he laved kissed down my throat. I felt his teeth nip flesh, tiny ripples of pain that merged with pleasure to make me moan. He found my collarbone, his teeth grazing the flesh covering it, his tongue caressing the hollows above. I felt cherished and desired,

In the middle of the otherwise bare stage, at the front very close to the footlights, was a table draped in a black velvet cloth. Atop the table lay a long strip of black shimmering fabric and a length of red silk rope. Another note lay at the front of the table. With all the lights focused on the stage, everything beyond the footlights was covered in inky, impenetrable darkness.Samantha's conscious mind told her to turn and run, but her animal desires took over and drove her across the stage with a feline grace she didn't realize she possessed. He was out there, somewhere in the darkness. She could feel his eyes on her naked body as she strode to the table to read the note with his next instructions."I knew you'd come, Samantha. Put the rose down, stand in front of the table and face the back of the stage. Blindfold yourself with the black scarf, bend over and rest your body on the table, arms crossed at the wrists across your lower back, and spread your legs as wide as you can. St