All Of Her (Fantasy Heights) by Meg Silver Read Free Book Online

nose at him and took a deep breath as he straightened the train on her gown. Every time they used this set, Kara made her costume more and more elaborate. This rendition was the finest yet, a rich crimson brocade constructed jacket with a high neck and mutton sleeves. The back tapered into a frivolously long and gorgeous train. Beneath was a plain, thick white silk floor-length shell, allowing only the tips of her beaded slippers to show.
    The scriptwriters had concocted a piece to accommodate multiple clients in varied roles, and an ensemble cast. Indeed the set was very crowded as she, a high lady of the realm, entered with her squire. There were knights and lords and courtesans and servants, random dignitaries and guards. It was hard to tell who might be the observer on set through the twenty or so players.
    Everyone had come for a chain of knighting ceremonies. She and Thomas would go first to show the others—mostly clients—how it was done.
    The ceremonies would be presided over by their king, who Amanda immediately recognized as Neil. She almost tripped as a thought struck her. Small bits of information began to snap home, like iron shavings to a magnet. Thomas and Neil, friends. Neil was a neurosurgeon. Thomas had a lot of scars.
    There had to be something to the connection, she thought, as Thomas steadied her with a hand at her elbow. She forced the speculation away in favor of the changes Josh and crew had made to their set over the last week. She breathed out a quiet, “Oh, wow.”
    The central platform where she’d last seen Thomas perform double penetration had been replaced with a faux-stone bathing pool at least ten feet square. In it, they would carry out a greatly abbreviated and stylized vigil. She would perform the ritual bathing. They parted ways at one end of the bathing pool, each stopping on opposite sides to be attended by courtesans. Thomas they stripped down entirely. She was left wearing the white silk shell.
    That done, she and Thomas turned to face one another across the pool. They each stood on stone steps that led up to, and then down into, the water. On both sides, beside the steps, stood huge candelabras bearing six candles, one for each of six fictional provinces. Servants stood by with lighted tapers, ready to light candles at the appointed time.
    Ready now, Thomas and Amanda mirrored each other exactly. They climbed to the top step and descended into the water. Someone had been kind. The water, about two feet deep, was clear and warm. Near the center waited a chalice-shaped platform holding a large natural sea sponge. They would convene next to it, and complete this part of the ceremony.
    She and Thomas waded, careful to mirror one another until they stood very close together. The silk, wet up to mid-thigh now, clung provocatively. Thomas did not disguise avid interest in the way her erect nipples poked at the silk. Still, she was fairly certain that all eyes would be fastened on Thomas. Even without the famous locks, he was a magnificent sight, tall and sculpted and somehow managing to look every inch the proud warrior.
    Fierce desire stirred the pit of her belly, and a glorious warm ache ignited between her legs. Gaze fastened onto hers, Thomas got down first on one knee, and then lowered the second until he knelt before her, supplicant.
    How many times had she fantasized about a submissive Thomas? Twenty? Fifty? She had a hard time concentrating on the script as he bowed his dark head, nearly touching his forehead to her belly, just beneath her breasts.
    Focus as she might, her hand was still shaking as she picked up the sponge and dipped it into the water, cuing Thomas to begin. He spoke a few lines in what she supposed was Latin. While he did, the servants lit their first candles. With each lighting, she was to touch the sponge symbolically first to Thomas’s left shoulder, then his right, and then over his head.
    Six times they performed the ritual, until the entire candelabra was