All Chapters of TRUST ME: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Moments turned into seconds as he peeled her pants down her legs, kissing a path along her spine, over her hips and across her buttocks, lifting one leg after another until she stood before him in only her bra.Creighton walked around to her front and smiled. His fingers caressing her ribs, up to her sternum before cupping her firm breasts in his hands. He smiled seductively, unfastening the lacy restraint and pushing it down her arms. His smile widened as he tossed the object to the floor with the rest of her clothing, cupping her breasts again, his thumbs brushing the swollen nipples and she gasped in pain, causing him to frown.“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m just a bit sore.”“It’s normal, according to the books. I’ll take it easy on you.”“Not too easy I hope,” she blushed. Creighton smiled, then walked to the black bag and picked it up.“Come here,” he told her with a wiggle of his finger, leading her back toward the bed. Sandra bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from giggl

Kansas had been a wonderful trip, though perhaps not as long as she would have liked. Sandra visited with old friends before bidding her grandparents’ farewell. Papa and Nana would be joining them the following month. Creighton had paid the back taxes on the property in Yorkshire. The workers had been hired to start the restoration after being assured by Andrew that Angela Meacham was not killed in the house.Michael Farnsworth was elected unanimously as the Mayor of Hoisington, until the next election, and was already busy setting up office, sorting through the budget and making plans for the coming months. Cathy had left for New York as she planned, but not before Sandra and she had spent several hours talking. Once her little sister set her straight and made certain she was aware of the consequences of touching Creighton, accidentally or not, Cathy was able to leave town with a fanfare and celebration that only money could afford on such short notice. The rift between the siblings

Creighton shut the door and left Sandra sitting in the tub staring at him. She knew he would never harm her, but she had no idea what he had planned for her either. The temptation was growing, only now it had a different path to take than defiance. She was very eager to know what he had in mind for her.Five minutes passed by before she stepped back into the bedroom. The dim light from the lamps bathed the windowless room in a romantic glow. She glanced up to the table sitting in the corner of the room and blushed. After using it at Rochelle’s, she was certain he had something wickedly delicious in store for it. Sandra walked to the bed and found the leather thong that went with her matching bustier and smiled. There was a pair of black nylons, her thigh high black boots and the diamond and sapphire necklace he had given her on their wedding day, but there was no top, no bra, not even a robe to cover up with. She found the blush stinging her delicate face as she quickly donned the ou

“What are you thinking about?” she asked with a slight furrow of her brow.“Oh, all the naughty things I plan on doing to you.” He smiled at the soft blush she offered him. “You must have been hungry,” he added, making her look down at the empty plate in front of her. Sandra was amazed. She barely remembered eating at all, but she felt full and content and ready for whatever he had in mind.“Tell me about this surprise you mentioned last night,” she remarked, hoping to still the wild thumping of her heart.“You mean besides the table in our room?” He smiled when her blush deepened.“You said I would like it. That table is your perverted toy, not mine.”“But you are the one who will benefit from it. In many perverted, dark ways.”“So that was my surprise?” “No,” he chuckled and stood, walking out of the room and into the den. He returned a few minutes later with an iPad and handed it to her, causing her to frown.“What’s this?” she asked, taking it from him and watching as he walked

Creighton set the wax back in the bowl of water and walked over to the bag next to the bed. He took out the string of dark red beads and the warming gel and stepped back to where she lay watching him. He glanced up into her face and smiled at the anticipation and eagerness that shined in her eyes. Taking her legs, he helped her raise them high in the air, holding them there with one hand as he dribbled the cool gel into his hand and rubbed it carefully across just her anus, so it wouldn’t interfere with the wax. He caressed her until she moaned, the feeling of the heat began to build, and Sandra closed her eyes to the sensations as his middle finger inserted into her tight body. He chuckled as she tried to lift her hips then took the beads and slowly began to insert them, one at a time. The feeling was erotic as her rectum accepted the foreign objects and she moaned when he pressed the final one in, then withdrew it and reinserted it.“This should help you relax,” he told her through