Ecstasy

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Authors: Bella Andre
of the thin pillows from the headboard and slid it underneath her perfect ass.
    Breathing hard, he said in a low voice, “I just want to look at you for a few moments before we take this any further.”
     
    * * *
     
    Candace’s head was spinning. She had definitely surprised herself when she decided to take off her clothes during the lesson. But after coming three times in rapid succession with a virtual stranger, in his guest bedroom, during her mentoring session, she was more than surprised.
    She was stupefied.
    She was flabbergasted.
    And damn it, she was still horny as hell. Hornier than she’d ever been her entire life. And this was how she felt after three , count ‘em, three , mind-blowing, soul-shaking orgasms.
    Candace could hardly believe it when the first “Big O” had rocked through her. During a decade of lackluster sex, she had never, ever had an orgasm with a man in the room. She couldn’t believe how quickly she responded to the barest touch from Charlie’s tongue, from his finger inside her swollen labia.
    And then again with his muscular thigh between her legs.
    And then again with one of his hands on her breasts and one between her legs.
    Oh god , she thought to herself, he must think I am a total slut. Just like that other woman with the huge fake tits who wanted him to be her mentor.
    She looked down at herself and realized he had tied her to his bed. I’m no better than that bitch from the conference. And now he knows. But worse than having her hero know what a slut she was, was that she now knew what a slut she was.
    Suddenly wanting to be as far away from her embarrassment as possible, far away from Charlie’s probing fingers, from his tongue and his all-seeing, all-knowing eyes, she laughed nervously and said, “Charlie, I feel like I’m all spread out for you like you’re Jesus and I’m The Last Supper.”
    He was still kneeling between her legs, clothed in his Levis and light blue striped shirt, and she could see where her come had stained the fabric near his wrists and along his right thigh.
    She was so embarrassed she wanted to die. Right here, right now, God, you can take me. Please! What she didn’t add to her plea, although she wanted to, was, Now that I’ve experienced pleasure like this, it’s all right for me to go. At least, I know I’ve truly lived in this man’s arms.
    He didn’t laugh at her lame joke about the Last Supper. Instead he leaned over and lapped at her pussy once more. She felt all of the remaining blood from her head and the rest of her body rush between her legs, straight to her clit. If she weren’t so damn embarrassed, she would have begged him to lick her just a couple more times.
    One more touch and she’d be over the edge into oblivion.
    For the fourth time in the past hour.
    She was Candace Whitman, for god’s sake. A girl who had gone to Catholic school with ruler-thwapping nuns. A girl who still turned bright red every time she thought about the astonishing array of dildos on display at the erotic writer’s conference.
    But before she could make any more feeble protests about how ridiculous it was for him to have her splayed open and tied up like some sort of sex slave on his four-poster bed, surrounded by rose petals and a hundred candles, Charlie slid another length of silk fabric off the four-poster bed frame. Slowly, as if he knew how much his every move tortured her inflamed libido, he twisted the thin fabric into a tight cord.
    Then he stood up and began to walk around the side of the bed. She wondered, somewhat wildly—hopefully too, much to her ongoing chagrin over what an utter and complete slut she was turning out to be—if he was going to whip her with the tip of the fabric. She knew it would hurt. But then, she knew Charlie would make it feel good too. And then he could kiss it all better.
    Instead, he took the fabric and covered her eyes with it, lifting her head slightly so that he could tie the fabric in a knot behind her

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