Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
But then he did something unexpected.
He turned me around so my back faced the others and gently bent me over the edge of the chair. My breath caught. My barely-there thong did little to conceal anything, and I was suddenly on full display. Bob leaned in, kissing me deeply, possessively, before stepping back with a smirk.
“Go on,” he said, glancing at the guys. “See for yourself.”
I started to stand, suddenly unsure, but Bob pressed a hand to the small of my back, holding me there. “Relax,” he whispered against my ear. “Trust me.”