All Chapters of TRUST ME: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“I’d stay with you forever if I could, but I’m not sure about all of this,” she told him, watching the haunted expression cross his face. Creighton reached out and ran a long finger down her cheek and across her bottom lip.“A month ago, if someone had told you that you would lose your virginity on a private yacht, in the Mediterranean Sea, would you have believed them?” She shook her head. “What if someone had told you a week ago, that you would be dancing in front of a man completely naked and enjoying it, would you have thought them mad?” She nodded and swallowed hard. “Before today, would you have ever considered touching yourself until you had an orgasm, just to tease a man?”“So, you’re saying that this is just another experience among the many?” she asked, and he smiled.“Let’s call it another path leading to a unique and fun adventure. Didn’t you say you always wanted an adventure? Then let me take you on one. I promise, if you don’t like it, all you have to say is stop and I

Sandra gasped as the leather softly flicked against her calves. She moaned deeply, feeling the gentle flicks travel up her inner thighs. Again, and again, the leather slapped across her sensitive skin. She braced herself against the stinging, the realization of where he was heading made her feel dizzy and wanton. Her mind envisioned him standing beside her, slapping her naked flesh with the tip of the crop, just as her grandfather did to the horses he rode. It was intoxicating, and she braced herself as he neared the brown curls of her apex, but he stopped, and she found herself holding her breath, waiting. Still, he didn’t move, she couldn’t hear anything more than his heavy breathing and she slowly relaxed, exhaling her constrained breath. When she inhaled again, she felt the sting of leather against her sensitive nipples and she screeched in surprise. Creighton grinned wickedly, flicking the leather crop across her nipples again and again, softly, but causing a deep stinging to ra

“I have never heard of anyone having sex with ice before,” she snapped.“You haven’t really heard of a lot of things concerning sex before, either.” Without warning, his fingers slid a second ice cube into her, his lips kissing her brown curls as she gasped and tried to struggle against the cold assault. He slipped two fingers into her and pressed the ice hard against her cervix, then slowly began to circle them around the tight canal. His tongue bathed her clitoris, his teeth nipping gently at her labia, all the while his fingers thrusting in and out of her.He was right, it was such an unusual sensation, a mixture of cold and hot and within a few short seconds she felt it again, the searing dizziness of orgasm. Creighton chuckled against her delicate skin as she cried out, allowing her to ride out the waves for several long moments. His tongue tormented her throbbing clitoris, the ice inside her quickly melting. He moved back to her side as she fell further into the mattress, his f

“How are you at poker?” he asked, walking to a wall of cupboards near the stairs and removed two large towels. He handed her one and watched as she wrapped it around her torso. He quickly wrapped the other around his waist, before walking with her back down to the bedroom.“I am actually quite good at it. My grandfather plays poker once a week and I’ve watched him for years.”“But have you ever played?”“Yes, often.”“For stakes?” he asked as they entered the room. Sandra frowned, watching the man walk to the dresser and opened the drawer, pulling two shirts out and handing her one.“Yes.”“Good,” he told her, tossing the towel aside to a nearby chair, then slipped the shirt over his head before he reached down to his discarded pants.“Why? What did you have in mind?” She slipped on his shirt and looked around the floor for her panties. Creighton held up the very thin black material for her and smiled.“You’ll have to make do with these, since you so graciously discarded your other on

“I don’t see how you can change it. I told you, I’m very good.” “So, I’ve learned,” he told her with a wicked grin. “But as far as cards go, you’re not going to win another hand.” “We’ll see,” she said, and they walked back down the stairs and into the entertainment room, taking their seats around the game table. He sat naked on the chair across from her, handing her the cards and watching as she shuffled them very effectively as though trained in a Monte Carlo casino. His smile turned genuine, admiring her beyond words. “You never cease to amaze me, do you know that?” he asked her, watching her deal the cards. “Why do you say that?” “You are such a unique woman. Brave, kind, talented and very intriguing, not to mention absolutely gorgeous. I think I could spend a lifetime getting to know you and never learn everything.” “You’re quite the romantic, Mr. Ashford,” she said as she finished the deal and lifted her cards. “It’s not difficult when you’re with someone you want to s