Master Of Seduction Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was old and dusty so she cleaned it and she finally saw the title “The art of seduction” Serafine read the title out loud. She sat down on her bed, opened the book, and the first image she saw made her close it back rapidly. “What the” She said while feeling shocked by what she just saw Serafine felt like her virgin eyes had just been corrupted. On the first page, was a clear picture of a male and female private part. She was about to throw the book away when she had a second thought. Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud

Then I could feel his heavy erection, the moment he nudged my ass with it. Then he brought his hands closer to me, gently fondling my breasts. I flinched in shock, and turned to him immediately. I wanted to make sure that it was the Master who was fondling my breasts. That's unlike him, he doesn't do things like that. The Master doesn't caress or fondle before s*x. He just goes straight to the point because he doesn't believe in romance. He continued fondling my breasts in a surprisingly gentle manner. Is this really the master? Why is he so gentle?

I feel surrendered to that delicious, irresistible sensation, wanting more and more from that man who makes me lose my mind. I feel my whole body shudder as Richard undoes the loop of my robe, leaving me exposed before him. My skin shivers at the contact of fresh air and the feel of his warm hands roaming my skin. He stares at me with a mischievous smile, knowing he has complete control over me at that moment. He pulls me closer, making me feel his strong, muscular body against mine as our mouths explore each other with passion and intensity. His hands glide down my body, caressing my skin gently as our tongues intertwine in a voracious, seductive kiss.

Gosh what was I thinking when I sighed up for this now am the one who's being seduced instead,I just wanted a peaceful life with my brother and now I got myself entangled in this mess. I went back to my room deep in thoughts,why is he suddenly interested in talking to me, what's that suppose to mean that am in no position to cook for him. Gosh am gonna go crazy but if he's trying to be nice then should I take the opportunity and seduce him..no doing that will make me look cheap I'll just pretend like I don't find him attractive then that will bruise his ego. I really have to be creative it's not gonna be easy but I hope works.

Standing again, he whispers close to me "Not too much yet. You have to be good first." Now supported from my wrists, my stomach muscles taut with tension, my arms straining as they semi-support my weight, I stand displayed. My Master circles me, wearing an almost predatory expression. His fingers curl through my long red hair, caress my shoulders and waist, stroke my breasts before he stands back, surveying me, devilment in his eyes. "Feeling horny Elizabeth?" he asks, before dipping his fingers between my thighs, running them through folds warm and wet with arousal, probing my swelling pussy. "Ah yes. I thought so." He sucks his fingers clean. "As wet as it comes, and horny as Hell."

She clutched her purse to push down the anger and hate bubbling inside of her. "That's a good question Selene... I want you as my mistress... I know you've got the cash... but being my mistress would make you be at the top, we would rule together Selene, you need a male by your side... and I'm the only one who could give you that" He gets off the chair and walk towards her. Squatting in front of her, he ran his fingers down her bare thighs. Memories flashed before her eyes. She remembered the way he touched her, bruising her skin with his hands and mouth. Selene chuckles and shrug away from his touch.

Tremors circulated in an infinite vortex inside me, dragging my consciousness all over the path of pleasure that was built in me. I was scared and amazed to feel that way. Not that it had been a long time since we had had sex for the last time. It didn't take me long to find out that it was an impossible mission to stay around without being able to touch Zachary, so sex was inevitable. But not that way. Without any handcuffs or rope subduing me or an inflexible command reverberating in my ears. That way he hadn't been able to dominate me yet. Dominate in a way that would keep me free. Free and even so, induce me to obey. It was wonderful and strange.

With Jean or any man it was always much easier to deal with, because it's just satisfying the simple human being: attraction, hard-on, and most importantly an instant need for pleasure. Adam Arnault doesn't. It is not just attraction or horniness that he desires. It is a race, where the way is much more important than the finish. He is in no hurry, though he doesn't fail to show his intense interest. He puts me on hold, with my expectations always left unfulfilled, as well as his requests that have not been met by me so far. It is literally me having to drag a rock for him to do so as well. So I need to give the CEO a response to match his expectations, and to do this, it is no longer enough

"Yeah! Is it delicious, huh? Delicious! Is it so delicious what the animal Dexter did to you there in his bed? Huh? How many times have you been out? Tell me? I'll get past by that!" Delicious! Yummy Margaux bit her lip and closed her eyes, sensing Declan's aroused penis while pumping inside and out in her delicacy. Margaux's only sensation is the relish Declan is giving her now that she has no idea where his rage came from. That was supposed to be a lie, but it was right where she was now, in the young man's Cadillac, with her hands still tied as Declan pounced inside her. Her femininity is also suffering as a result of Declan's pennis, which was unexpectedly inserted inside her.

Taking a quick shower, I settled into my bed with my favourite erotic romance book. 'Master caught both of her wrists and binded them with a piece of rope above her bed. She was panting in anticipation and need, her eyes wide. Slowly, he unzipped her dress from the back and let it fall to the floor, pooling at her feet. She was only in her tiny thong and no bra, her body at his mercy. 'Look at you, so fine and wanton' Master whispered on her neck beside her. 'Please, Master, I want to come'. She cried, her arms twisting against the restraints. Her pussy was already dripping, the arousal making a wet patch on her thong.