A Girl's Adventure - full length erotic novel by Chloe Thurlow Read Free Book Online

sensation made her tingle and it was hard to stand still. His palm ran down her legs, feeling her muscles. She raised one foot at a time so that he could inspect each sole. He looked between her toes. Greta shivered and held her breath as two fingers journeyed down her spine and came to rest in the dimples in the small of her back.
    He pressed, as if pressing two buttons, then told her to go down on her hands and knees. He motioned for her to lower her shoulders until her head rested in her cradled arms, exposing her in the most submissive way but it seemed perfectly natural and she didn’t feel humiliated at all. He inspected her bottom, her pussy, glistening still, always wet, the puffy lips peeled back to reveal the little shining star of her distended clitoris.
    As Gustav looked at her various bits she closed her eyes and couldn’t help remembering the rubber handle on the camera tripod reaching new parts of her undiscovered universe. Her breasts hung low, abundant with their own weight, her nipples unashamedly erect. He tested them between his fingers and gave them a hard squeeze that sent little sprites of pleasure racing through her veins. Everything seemed to be in order. She sat cross-legged, opened her mouth as wide as she could and Gustav examined her teeth. She was pleased that she’d never needed a filling. He ran his fingers around the curve of her mouth, then pinched her bottom lip and kept squeezing until it swelled and drooped in a pout.
    ‘Might do,’ Gustav said in a serious tone.
    ‘I think I’ve got you worried.’
    ‘Worried,’ he repeated haughtily. ‘If I may remind you, dear boy, you have never won.’
    ‘There’s always a first time.’
    ‘That’s wishful thinking.’
    ‘We shall see.’
    ‘We shall see what we see, Richard,’ said Gustav.
    Greta remained cross-legged on the glass table looking from face to face: they had set jaws, the same intense expression and she just wished she knew what they were talking about.
    Gustav pulled her ear playfully and she came to her feet. He stood back, his hand nursing his chin. He leaned forward, ran his palm over the curve of her rounded tummy, then took her hand in a gentlemanly fashion to help her down from the glass table.
    ‘Good girl,’ he said and gently slapped her bottom.
    She sat back in the chair. Richard had tossed her dress over a sofa and it was so far away across the room she couldn’t be bothered to go and get it. Richard had said in the market that she wouldn’t be needing her black dress any more and there was no reason to think that she would need the white one either. She had been selected , and it was exciting not knowing what for.

Chapter Five – The Whipping Stool
    G USTAV PUSHED A VIDEO into the machine. The screen came to life and Greta watched a girl riding into view bareback on a pony. The girl, too, was bare except for the leather straps around her neck, wrists and ankles. The pony slowed and the camera moved in for a close-up, the girl’s hair glittering like copper in the sunlight, her tanned skin freckled over high cheekbones.
    ‘We have stables in the country,’ Gustav said.
    His voice was far away and she barely heard him. Greta was transfixed. The girl was dazzling, ethereal, flawless. She had the most startling eyes Greta had ever seen, as shiny as polished brass, and in them she perceived both knowledge and serenity. Beauty carries its own burden, guilt over unmerited good fortune, or irritation at being admired. But as the girl slipped smoothly down to the ground, naked, as free as the wind, it seemed to Greta that she must have gone through those feelings and submitted to the understanding of who and what she was. Greta noticed that the pony had practically the same colour hair as the girl. Its eyes were pure amber.
    The film cut to another scene inside the stable. The girl was towelling down the pony, her pretty bottom peeking back at the camera, her svelte slender body moving like a well-oiled