Open Legs Novels & Stories

I left out a small whimper before I felt that bed dip again letting me know he's behind me. “ This is going to be a little cold but it's okay.” he said soothingly. I feel cold cuffs touch my lower thighs keeping me from closing my legs. I gasped when he pulled at something spreading my legs open farther. I hung my head down looking underneath me to my legs. I see a black pole in between my legs. “ It’s just to keep your legs open little wolf, nothing to worry about.’’ he purred laying my head against my arms i take a deep breath embarrassed about the way i'm on display.

I pulled a thick legal document from my purse. "What's that?" Damien asked, suspicious. "Our prenuptial agreement," I said, placing it on the table. "Article 15. The Betrayal Clause." The elders leaned in, their eyes scanning the page like vultures circling a kill. An elder read the clause aloud, his voice grim. "In the event of 'catastrophic operational failure due to gross negligence,' resulting in financial loss exceeding one million dollars or the arrest of family personnel, the aggrieved party has the right to immediately terminate the alliance and recall all invested assets."

One man takes my left leg, another my right. Lifting me at the ankles, my legs are raised, bent at the knees and spread, my pussy fully exposed, stretched open. My legs supported, I can move. Arching my back, lifting my hips, I present myself for fucking. The man between my legs, stands back, peering into me. "Gorgeous," he says, and pokes a finger inside me, twiddling it around in circles, pressing his thumb against my clit.

And the growing ache between your legs that you’ve been trying to ignore for the last hour. Why are you still sitting so primly? Knees together like a good girl who hasn’t been thinking filthy thoughts all day? I know better. Open your legs. Now. Spread them wide for me. Wider. Plant your feet flat on the floor and let your knees fall apart until the cool air kisses the damp heat soaking through your panties. Feel how exposed you are? Good. That little shiver running up your spine is just the beginning.

Fuck! My left leg was suddenly pushed out and up along the bed, bringing my knee level to my navel and spreading me completely open. I was completely exposed to him; even my ass cheeks were spread open. Those thongs did nothing to cover me in this position. I just know he can see all of me.

“Spread. Your. Legs.” I try, I really try but my wobbly legs just will not listen. I let out a whimper and Ezra chuckles. “Demanding little one, aren’t you? Why is it that I never noticed this trait of yours before?” He squeezes the soft mounds on my back and nudges his knees between my legs, spreading them apart. His fingers move to my drenched clit once more and I writhe under his touch, unconsciously lifting my ass.

His legs were draped into tight white shorts, and f*ck, they looked hot! To avoid feeling overwhelmed by his intoxicating presence, I sat with my legs folded and knees up and read the guidebook. Little was I aware that it would be more awkward then whatever had happened to me. What the f*ck is all of this? My eyes went wide when I saw the illustrations. Those illustrations had a man’s manhood and legs drawn with certain areas pointed, and they were the points to be pressed while giving a massage. I secretly stored the image and glanced at my husband’s legs draped into those tight shorts. When I compared the illustration with reality, I was already feeling hot, and my mind was wavering toward

My hair fans out like spilled ink. He moves to stand between my knees. “Lift your shift.” My hands shake as I gather the linen, draw it up my thighs. Higher. Higher. Until the fabric bunches at my waist. Cool air kisses the bare skin between my legs. I’m exposed. Completely. His eyes darken. A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Open,” he says. “Show the altar what belongs to it.” My thighs part—slow, trembling. The position feels obscene, sacred, impossible.

"Strip and lie down, legs open this time, knees bent. Feet flat on the velvet, i need to see the lines of your body better." I felt my stomach flip. Yesterday had been intense enough, now he wanted me spread open like that. I kicked off my shoes and started undressing, shirt over my head, jeans down. Everything folded on the chair like before, naked again. I climbed onto the chaise and got into the position he wanted. Knees up and apart, the cool air hit my pussy right away. I knew he could see everything.

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