Bound by Lust by Shanna Germain Read Free Book Online

introductory demonstration of proper finger techniques.”
    â€œAh,” was all I could say. My belly was on fire, and my ass was blushing as red as my face. Josh was going to put his lips to me back there? His tongue even? Then I really would belong to him, every last naughty bit of me.
    â€œDo your squeezes, Erin, but focus on the muscles in your anus. They need to be strong, too.”
    â€œYes, Coach,” I mumbled into the pillow. Josh’s program had made me into quite the sexual athlete, and I had no doubt I could climax however and whenever he commanded.
    As I clenched and released, a finger began to stroke my valley delicately. In spite of the beguiling stimulation, I did my best to concentrate on my repetitions. But Josh circled the rim, round and round, until I fell forward on the mattress in a quivering heap of delight. Then he drew back.

    And slapped me right on the hole.
    â€œOh, fuck. Oh, fucking fuck,” I groaned.
    â€œHey, are you okay?” Josh was suddenly all concern.
    â€œYes, yes. Do that again.”
    Chuckling softly, he spanked me half a dozen times there, methodically, striking the perfect balance between pleasure and pain.
    â€œPush out now,” he said. I had one last pang of shyness—how could I ever do something so bad? —but then again I wanted to give myself totally to him. Then he would indeed have penetrated me everywhere: my cunt, my mouth, my fantasies—and now my most forbidden place.
    The next sensation was an exquisite warmth and wetness. He really was licking me. Was there anything as nasty as this? Yet, as he soothed me with soft little laps of his tongue, the whole lower half of my body, from waist to knees, melted and floated right off the bed. I’d never felt anything like it before.
    I was still flying when he pulled away once more.
    â€œKeep squeezing, Erin. I want you to come with my finger up your ass. Are you turned on enough to do it?”
    â€œI am, oh god, I’m so turned on.”
    â€œThen repeat after me—this is a beautiful act of love.”
    â€œ This is …wait, you’re kidding, right?”
    â€œI won’t touch you again until you say the words.”
    A harsh but effective coaching strategy. And so I began to babble.
    This is a beautiful act of love, a beautiful act, a beautiful …
    Instead of a tongue, though, my next visitor was a wetted finger that caressed the ring of muscle several times as if to reassure it, then wiggled its way carefully into the opening.
    A beautiful act of love …
    The finger rested there patiently as if to say, “Let’s get to
know each other and be friends.” I squeezed it hungrily, for my body now knew the magic of his presence. The man I loved was inside of me, intent only on my satisfaction. Another finger slipped forward to find my clit. My thighs began to shake.
    â€œThat’s a good girl. Milk me. Make my finger a tool of your pleasure. And say the words, Erin. Say the words until you come.”
    It’s a beautiful…act…of…love, oh, god .
    I’d never had an orgasm quite like it. A swirling ball of heat gathered at the base of my spine, then rolled up through my pussy, my womb, my torso, exploding in a throat-tearing scream.
    Josh just held me for a long time afterward.
    â€œHow was that, baby?” he asked, stroking my hair.
    What else could I answer?
    Beautiful.

Opening Day
    The first day of April started off as usual, except for a few clever April Fool’s jokes sent out by the HR Department in a fake memo. After work, Josh and I planned to order takeout and watch the Giants–Dodgers game on TV. With spring training now officially over, I expected our personal sessions would taper off, but I hoped we’d still find a way to stay in shape during the regular season.
    Yet when Josh got home from work, there was an unusual glow of excitement about him, as if he still had a sexy plan in store for