“Is that too hard?” she asked, and he smiled.“No, it’s fine. Actually, it’s quite exciting.” She suddenly felt braver and flicked the crop against the side of his hips, and up his ribcage, across his firm muscular stomach. He moaned and gasped as she caressed it across the dark nipples hiding beneath the spattering of hair. Biting her lip again to gain courage, she gently flicked his chest, striking the crop against one small erect nipple. Creighton moaned, rolling his head back when she did it again. She laughed at his reaction, knowing exactly what he was feeling. The tip of the crop moved slowly up as she caressed his sternum, and back down to his navel, stopping just above the head of his penis, pulsating against his stomach.“Try it,” he told her as if reading her mind. She gently flicked the crop against the side of his erection, and he groaned.“I’m sorry,” she said softly, afraid she had hurt him, until he shook his head.“Don’t stop,” he whispered in a deep husky tone, his
Somehow, just that simple sentence did things to her insides, and she stopped tormenting him with her mouth, crawling up to straddle his hips. She gently slid the tip of him into her, moaning as he pressed further up, his hips rising to meet her. Sandra hadn’t realized how wet she had become with the teasing as the heat of the gel and the firmness of his penis filled her. Sitting down across him, she began gyrating her hips, taking him into her deeper, causing her to moan nearly as loud as he did. Leaning back, she braced herself against his legs as she had earlier, riding him like a horse. His penis hardened, growing firmer inside her. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before they both exploded, and she felt the sudden urge to experience it together. Moving her hips up and down across him, she began to stroke him with her body, until she was dizzy.“Touch yourself,” he ordered in a soft growl. “Play with your clit, my love. Make yourself cum on me.” Sandra didn’t hesitate, s
Sandra sat next to Creighton in a late model black Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG Roadster convertible. The soft sounds of Kenny G echoed from the speakers, the warm sun shone through the open roof against her face and shoulders. Her hair hung loose, blowing freely in the breeze from the drive, the sights serene and breathtaking. The yacht had anchored in Nice where Creighton met with a delivery boy who brought the car to him. They drove along the middle coast road, he told her was known as Moyenne Corniche, or Highway 7, passing through Ezevillage and Grande Corniche. Creighton told her they would stop in Fontvieille for lunch before going into Monaco to meet with his sister’s seamstress. Sandra felt relaxed and happier than she ever remembered feeling. France was a marvelous place and she could easily envision herself coming back here. “What are you thinking?” he asked her over the sounds of the saxophone from the stereo and the wind from the drive.“I was thinking about how beautiful Fr
Two hours had passed before Sandra felt comfortable enough to think about the world around her. She had eaten her lunch in a daze, while Creighton ordered champagne to be shared with the restaurant’s customers and staff. She barely noticed the people who congratulated them, offering them their wishes for the future, or the way those nearest them hugged her and patted Creighton on the back.Once their lunch was eaten, Creighton walked her to the car and kissed her briefly before closing the door behind her. He climbed into the driver’s seat and easily pulled the car out onto the street. She sat staring at the ring, amazed at how beautiful it was and rather old fashioned in design. It fit like a glove and she couldn’t help but smile happily. “Do you like it?” he asked her from across the seat. Sandra looked up to him feeling slightly giddy.“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder. “But don’t you think we’re rushing things a bit?”“No, I don’t. My paren
Sandra found herself standing on top of a small stool, a pair of white shoes poking out from beneath it, so the gown was extended to its full length. The train was draped around the small platform in front of the mirrors, that had been covered with thick black cloth, to prevent reflection from the camera’s flash. She had yet to see how she looked, other than from her own perspective, but assumed it would be wonderful just from everyone’s expression. The veil was a wreath of white silk flowers and rhinestones with a long lace trail that hung down to her hips. It was slipped carefully over the bun that Marie had pinned her hair in, and a pair of pearl earrings and matching necklace had been used to complete the picture. Marie told Creighton there were gloves, but she would rather Sandra hold them with the bouquet as not to hide the beautiful ring she wore.The pictures took another forty-five minutes to complete, and by the time she was allowed to step down from the stool, Sandra found
They stepped into the lift, pressing the button for her floor and were whisked up to the second level in a matter of seconds. Sandra walked hand-in-hand with Creighton to her room, pausing momentarily so she could remove the key card from her purse. His warm hand fell against her bottom, causing her to bite back the giggle.“The last time we were here, I was having a hell of a time keeping my hands to myself,” he said softly, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tightly against his heat. Sandra felt the hard desire of his erection straining through his pants as he pressed himself against her bottom.“We haven’t done it in a hotel yet,” she said in a soft whisper as he leaned down, kissing her neck, trapping her between his hips and the doorframe.“Are you trying to tempt me, Miss Dennis?” he asked her, receiving a giggle in response.“Let’s discuss this inside where we won’t have visitors spying on us,” she whispered, hearing the laughter of a woman from somewhere down th
“Tell the captain to pull anchor,” Creighton ordered as soon as they stepped on board his yacht. “We’re leaving immediately. Miss Dennis and I will have supper in our room.” Garman nodded in acknowledgement of Creighton’s orders and left the deck while the two walked into the parlor.“How long before we get…where are we going?” Sandra asked as he shut the glass door.“Hyères. It’s a port south of here. It’s not somewhere that we can easily be followed, at least not as quickly as they found us here and not a place I normally visit, so we should be able to throw the boys off our track.” He led them to the leather sofa and continued to hold her hand as they sat down together.“How did they find us?” she asked while the roar of the ship’s engines started.“Something else you should know,” he said glancing down at their conjoined fingers rather than at her. “I own the hotel you were staying at. It wasn’t difficult to find me in France. I’m either there or here.” Sandra’s eyes widened as sh
Sandra felt extremely pampered as she slipped into the hot water, gasping at the depth of the porcelain lining. She turned the knobs on the side of the tub and sighed as the jets came to life, bubbling gently across her tired body. She slowly reclined beneath the scented water and closed her eyes. She could easily become used to this, she thought under the drying layer of mud.Several long minutes passed before a soft tapping sounded at the door, making Sandra reluctantly open her eyes in time to see Creighton step across the threshold, the familiar thick blue robe across one arm and two glasses of white wine in his hands. He smiled brightly at her as he moved closer to the edge of the tub, tossing the robe to the nearby bench before sitting on the rim and handing her a glass. “You look much more relaxed,” he said in a husky tone as he watched her sit up a little, trying to sip from the glass around a hard, crusted green face.“I am really sorry for the way I snapped at you,” she sai