The Secret Journey by Paul Christian Read Free Book Online

being that exposed, that raw, stripped more naked than
naked. Remember your own sounds in your ears, moaning, groaning,
screaming. Remember your voice begging for it, pleading for it,
“Yes,” and “Please,” and “More.” Remember how much you gave me, how
much you gave yourself in giving me, and remember the way you felt
at the end, languid, relaxed, post orgasmic, warm and safe and
drifting off to sleep.
    Remember that, because I remember it. That’s
burned into my mind now as strongly as it’s burned into yours, and
I’m never going to forget it, and neither are you. Remember that
and then we’ll start, and this is a new game, the game called part
three. Another little twist and we’ll learn another word. And first
I want you naked. Yes, I want you always naked, naked is your place
when you’re with me, so get your clothes off. Off! Do it fast, do
it like they’re on fire, rip them off, tear them off, pop the
buttons, burst the seams. Get naked, get raw, don’t ask questions
just do it. Do it. Do it. Book down, just drop it. Do it, do it
now.
    Done it. Good girl. So now I want you
kneeling down, back straight, head level, lips parted, and you
already know what this is going to be about, don’t you? Really do
it, don’t just imagine it, get on the floor, on your knees, ready
to please. Do it, honey, because you have to do it for this to
work. Nobody’s watching, it’s just me and you so do it, fucking do
it. On your knees for me, because that’s where I want you, and
right now that’s where you belong. Don’t turn the page till you’re
there.
    And now you’ve done it and you do know what’s
coming next, making your mouth water and your lips part and your
tongue slide nervously over your teeth and yeah it’s making you
wet. It’s making you wet because I’m making you do it. You know
what’s going to happen, honey, but not yet, not yet. I have
something to teach you first. So last time I wanted everything from
you but right now all I want is your focus, your attention and
nothing else. So focus close, let the world fade away. I’m right
there with you once again, but even more real this time, and you’re
going to have to work for that. So close your eyes and feel me
there for five long, slow breaths, call up the image in your mind,
me standing right here in front of you. Close them now and
count.
    Open again, and here I am. Look up, hold my
gaze now, look into my eyes, feel them open you up. Hold it longer,
feel me take you, feel me possess you, kneeling there, looking up
as I’m looking down, drinking in each other. Feel the connection,
feel the power, feel the surge and the swelling emotion. You’re
mine and you know it and I know it and that’s the way it’s meant to
be. And now that we’ve established that, we can begin. You’re going
to learn about me.
    So look down, start at my boots, look them
over, check them out. Women always look at shoes, so see what you
can learn from mine. They’re basic black, solid and practical,
boots built to get the job done, but burnished bright enough to see
your image there in the high-gloss polish. Absorb that lesson,
think about what it tells you about me, then let your eyes slide up
to my five-oh-ones, clean jeans, well fitted. Keep them in mind
while you keep moving up, over my calves, over my thighs, feel the
desire to touch, to explore, but no, honey, right now it’s
look-but-don’t-touch. You know that game, don’t you honey? How many
men have you played that one with, and now you’re on the other
side. Not getting what you want feels better than you might have
imagined, doesn’t it? It’s nice, so nice to not have to make
decisions for a while.
    Slide your eyes up higher, up to my hips, to
my belt and, oh yes, to that oh-so prominent bulge behind the
Levi’s patented button fly. Feel your mouth water, feel your eyes
get big as you take it in. If we were in public you’d just steal a
glance, and you know you’re good enough to not get