Charming Him

Lucien

He watched her, dressed in a white silk shirt, His silk shirt, that clung to her body, lovingly draped across her hard nipples, the deep rosy color obvious through the thin material. She was biting her lower lip hesitantly, and he could make out the shallow breaths she was taking as she watched him, her brown eyes apprehensive as she stood a few feet away.

She had always been putty in his hands, submissive, the way he liked it, feisty on occasion and he had enjoyed those times when he had tamed her, her soft body acquiescing to his brutal domination. But over the years, she had become emboldened and he watched in some amazement as she led him along.

And at the back of his mind was the reminder; Proserpina, his gorgeous wife, was in her prime sexually. Her body was voluptuous despite having borne his children, all six of them and when she walked into a room, heads swivelled in her direction. The unconscious sensuality she exuded, raw and primal, was like a siren’s call and he ha