They waved to Maurice as they stepped out the door and back onto the sidewalk. He opened the umbrella before leaving the shelter of the awning and wrapped her in his warm embrace as they hurried down the few short blocks to their flat.Once inside their home, he turned and shut the door, locking it before glancing back to her with the familiar seductive grin. Without a word he took her hand and led her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them and encasing them in near darkness with only the lights from the street shining through the open drapes. Sandra’s heart began to beat wildly. Her anxiety and excitement took control of her nerve endings, making her feel very sensitive and alive.He brushed up against her, his hand trailing around her bottom as he walked into the bathroom. The sound of running water echoed through the stillness and she smiled again. He stepped out of the adjoining room a moment later and wiggled his forefinger to her, causing her to bite her lip to prevent h
The torture continued for several moments before he leaned down and licked the sensitive tip of her breasts, making her growl softly with the mixture of pain and pleasure. With a sly grin, he returned to the foot of the bed and glanced up at her flushed face as he picked up the blue rabbit and turned it on, holding it up for her to see. Sandra bit her bottom lip again as he began to caress her labia with his warm hand, her flesh still sensitized by his tickling. The tip of the vibrator pressed against her moist opening and he slowly pushed forward a little further, bending over and running his hot, wet tongue along the lips of her vagina.“Delightful,” he whispered, spreading her labia with his fingers and licking her swollen clitoris. Sandra moaned, closing her eyes as he picked up the speed of his tongue, biting and sucking the small bud until she tried to arch her back. Quickly, he thrust the vibrator deep into her, positioning the bunny ears around her clitoris and turned the swi
Creighton obeyed, slapping the crop against her swollen clitoris once, twice, three times until he knew she was lost. She screamed out his name, feeling the sensation of her climax radiate over her, the heat of release traveling through her veins. When the leather struck her a fourth time, she found the strength to arch her back against the cuffs and cried out, a savage sound echoed through the room and she held tight to the vibrator inside her. Her body shook, her limbs pulling at the cuffs as Creighton slapped her one last time and watched as she writhed beneath his assault, her body convulsing against her climax.He reached between her legs and switched the rabbit off, but left it positioned inside her, allowing her to slowly radiate down. After a few long seconds, she laid back gasping for air, her tongue licking her dry lips. She briefly registered the sound of the door opening and his feet padding down the hall but could not form a full thought as of yet. A few moments later th
A few moments later he unfastened the restraints and collapsed beside her on the bed, embraced in each other’s arms, panting and sweating, completely spent from the events of the evening. It had been more passionate, more demanding than it had been since their wedding night and her bottom stung from the spanking. Her breasts were sore, and she felt like she had been ridden for days.“Like it?” he asked her softly, his breath warming her ear and she nodded, causing him to smile in response.“I like everything you do to me. You have a very vivid imagination, for a perverted deviant.”“And I have a lot of ideas my love. We have only scratched the surface of playing.” Sandra grinned then yawned, snuggling closer to his chest.“Tired?” he asked her, watching her nod her head. “I should have taken a nap so I could keep up with you,” she told him followed by another yawn. Creighton reached down to the foot of the bed and pulled the blanket up across them.“You more than kept up with me. Sle
“They suspect that she was killed around ten years ago, but they are still doing their examinations.”“Miriam’s father was in Germany ten years ago, wasn’t he?” Creighton nodded in answer. “Then he couldn’t have been the killer.”“Ten years ago, the old man left Germany for several days. He claimed he was in Paris to see Miriam, but until she clarifies that, we have nothing more to go on.”“What about the other bodies? Is there any news on them?”“Not yet, but forensics told Andrew they all look to have been buried between ten and fifteen years ago.”“You need to call Miriam,” Sandra said sternly. “We need some answers before we go back to England.”“This is not how I planned on spending our honeymoon,” he snapped as he stood up and paced the floor to the window.“Since it’s still raining, we can’t go camping and you said yourself we can’t use the Tornado.” She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her cheek against his strong back. “It’s been a wonderful
As predicted, Sandra awoke the next morning to find herself spotting. The rain before the storm. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted but at least she understood her frustration and aggravation lately. It also explained why their wedding night had been so emotional. PMS was never one of her friends. Two weeks of hell for two weeks of sanity. Somehow it never seemed like a fair trade.Creighton watched her over their breakfast as she finished reading Miriam’s book and set it aside. His eyes scanning her face as though he was trying to memorize every detail. When she looked up and caught him staring, she smiled.“How was the rest of the book?” he asked, pushing the empty plate of crepes aside.“It was good. I mean in a demented, perverted sort of way. There wasn’t anything else about her family though.”“So, talking to her is going to be necessary after all.”“I suppose, but you already made arrangements to meet with her. You can’t back out now.”“I suppose not,” he said, looking down at t
“I wonder how she got it,” Sandra said quietly. “I mean, it looks old and rather expensive, even for a doctor.”“Well, let’s find out. There she is.” Creighton nodded toward the door that opened and the attractive blonde stepped out, followed by the young brunette they had seen in Paris at the book signing. He walked around to the passenger side, holding the door open for his bride then took her hand and smiled at the women who waited for them by the entrance.“I’m so happy to see you again,” Miriam said, true enthusiasm echoed in her voice as she held her arms out for Creighton, who quickly hugged her in return. “Miriam, you remember Sandra,” he introduced them, pulling his wife to his side.“Of course, who could ever forget such a lovely lady,” she said shaking Sandra’s hand. “This is Juliet Harmon,” she said turning to the dark-haired woman who waited patiently for the reunion to end. “Julie is my manager, my agent and my lover. Darling, this is Creighton Ashford, I’ve told you a
“I will allow them private sessions, but it is important to have the first and last encounters recorded for teaching. Remember, my clients are patients. They are here for specific reasons, so it is not a brothel. They have come to me for help and that is what I am doing. Helping them save their relationships, their marriages, in some cases even their own sanity.” She walked to the door and touched the switches.“The cameras are controlled with the light switch over here,” she told them pointing at the two separate switches. One was white, the other tan.“The white one is for both camera and speakers while the tan one is for privacy, a light only. When the white one is on, I can record it in my office as well. It helps for their therapy sessions.”“I read your book,” Sandra admitted. “I found it very interesting, especially chapter four.” Miriam laughed out loud, bringing the eyes of Creighton and Juliet to her.“Ah yes, my hayloft days,” she said smiling at the soft blush on Creighton