Behind The Mask

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but she d never felt safe from emotional attack, not in a world with Geoffrey Tennyson, though she d
loved him. She d had different fantasies to comfort herself when the stress of always having to be on her
toes got to her. But over the past couple of years, one fantasy had dominated and erased all the others.
She couldn t tell them that one.
I won t pull down the blinder, but close your eyes, Ben insisted. Then say it as you d say it if we
weren t here. We don t have any secrets here.
Of course they knew she was afraid to say it. Maybe they even suspected what it was, which made it
absurd for her to pretend otherwise.
My fantasies are always shadows, she murmured. Just impressions, just for a moment, then gone, as
if I m afraid someone will come into my mind, turn on the lights and catch me doing something I shouldn t
be doing. Worse, the lights will be harsh, and make something I want to be beautiful become something
ugly.
What s the fantasy? His hand gently probed her, making her suddenly wish to weep. He shifted his
thigh against the back of hers.
You may get emotional when I do this. Again, he seemed to read the confusion of her mind as if she
had expressed it. That s normal, because a lot of issues are held in this region. Tell me the dream. Your
fantasy.
To be held, she whispered. & Someone& comes to me, to my bed, and holds me. She couldn t be
specific. A lifetime of protecting herself couldn t be undone in one night, though if anyone could do it, she
suspected they were in this room.
The Someone was Matt. She didn t know why it was him in the fantasy, but it always was, ever since
she d met him.
Peter was brushing his cheek against her breasts now, a comforting gesture. She felt an almost maternal,
fierce need to have her hands free so she could touch his head, his hair, hold him to her, perhaps rub her
mouth, her cheek against his hair, smelling his varying scents. Nurture as well as be nurtured.
I m in my bed, and& that someone comes to me. He s there, sliding in behind me, but not just to hold
me from behind. He turns me, so I m in the shelter of his body, facing him, my face tucked beneath his
chin, his arms around my back, and all I have to do is just& be. He sees me. He doesn t say anything, or
want anything I m not willing to give. He fills me in my heart, my mind and body. He s there, with me, for
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me.
And you re comforted.
For that short period of time. Until the alarm goes off. Yes.
One of Ben s fingers slid within her, the oil taking it easily deep into her rectum. His other hand squeezed
her right cheek, a sexual gesture as well as one of comfort. Breathe deep, Savannah, he said.
As she drew in a breath, he kept speaking in that deep, musical voice. I love women with tight asses. I
have thick fingers, and I love the feel of them clenching around me. And I think you ll enjoy this even
more.
He leaned forward, his soft Pierre Cardin dress shirt brushing her back, and in the oiled hand he held
before her, just to the right of Peter s head, he clasped a strand of gleaming freshwater pearls.
Her father had given her jewelry to appropriately decorate her for the functions they attended. Not once
in her life had she been given jewelry as a true gift, something offered for her pleasure. She certainly
could afford to buy herself something like that, but this&
Ben& they re beautiful. I& can t&
They re yours, he said simply, and then he was bending over her, laying a kiss, tender and lingering, on
the nape of her neck. He trailed the pearls down her spine, left them in a coil in the small of her back. I ll
use them for your pleasure, then I ll take them with me tonight, get them cleaned and return them to you,
so you can always remember how they were used when you wear them.
And how is that?
I m going to double them over, and insert them into your rectum. As Peter rouses you to even greater
pleasure with his mouth andhis gift , I ll slowly draw them out. It ll make you crazy.
Before she could think of a response to that, Peter was turning, taking a velvet box from Lucas.
We ve all brought you gifts tonight. Lucas leaned his hip against the table next to Peter. Jon is giving
you his device, the prototype, to keep for your private enjoyment. Ben has brought you the pearls. Peter
and I picked these out together.
One from each of us. There was laughter in Peter s voice. I think you ll like them. He withdrew what
looked to be a pair of genuine diamond chandelier earrings, and then she realized they were not earrings.
He leaned forward, covered her with his mouth and wet her again, then his fingers were there, placing
the jewelry on her distended nipple. Tell me when it s uncomfortable. It s an adjustable clamp.
She only had a moment to be fearful of that particular word in association with her nipples before he was
tightening the screw on the jewel. The pressure was exquisite, wringing a whimper from her throat, and
he looked at her face, registered that the noise was pleasure, and he took another turn. I m going to
stop there, darlin . You re aroused enough to like the feel of it, but it will be painful if it s at too tight a
setting for long. Now the other one.
I m taking the pearls into you, Savannah. Take in another deep breath for me.
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Ben again. Good luck in that, when she could barely draw an even breath, let alone a deep one. Peter
slid his tongue over and around her curves as if washing them, nudging the jewels, tugging on them, his
fingers twisting the slick nipples, causing wrenching bolts of pleasure to rocket from her nipples to anus
and back again. The diamonds brushed the lower curves of her breasts like feathers of sensation.
She drew in the breath, tried to hold it, though her pussy was so wet she could feel that the soft curls
were drenched, cool against her skin.
Now let it out. Slow. Count of five. Just like with Jon. One, two, three&
She obeyed, and she felt Ben s fingers gently push round, smooth pearls into her. They were lubricated
with the oil of his fingers, and she began to move against the straps, she couldn t help it. It was equal
reaction to both stimuli, so aroused she couldn t find a rhythm, only this desperate movement. Ben began
to play with the beads, pulling on them slightly, not taking them out, just turning them around, wiggling
them a bit, and then his finger amazingly joined them, a thumb she thought, for she felt impossibly filled,
her pussy contracting as he began to move the digit incrementally inside of her, tiny back and forth
pressures as his thumb stretched her opening.
Savannah cried out, her hips jerking, shuddering, her cunt weeping for a release being held just out of
reach. Neither man touched her clit, and in the air, she had nothing she could grind against, the damn
bench on which she rested stopping just above her pubic bone. She still could have forced herself down
against it, pushing against the loose skin just above the pussy to somehow massage the clit, but as if Peter
knew that, his hand slid under her belly, between the board and her body, and held her away from it.
She didn t know when she had lost an anchor on her senses, control of her bodily or mental functions.
She only knew that she was completely adrift, rolling in a heated, searing cloud of sensation and emotion,
immersed, just a blink before the panic of climaxing. The men s furor had increased, as if picking up on [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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