Page 111 of Masters of Secrets

Connor could give her a foot massage any day of the week. In fact, she was starting to think maybe she should demand it. His hands were huge, strong, and surprisingly gentle, though he seemed to have a knack for knowing exactly where to dig his fingers in to massage her soles. The slippery water and soap added to the experience, and he expertly washed and massaged her feet until she wanted to sink into a happy little melty puddle of contentment.

She was also squirming in her seat a little because she was enjoying his service. He was utterly intent, so focused on her feet, he didn’t even glance up at her—and she didn’t think it was because he was that into her feet. It had more to do with his determination to make her feel good, and he was using her feet to do so.

And it felt really damn good.

“Oh…” She sighed out the word as he hit a particularly sore spot.

Sometimes, when she was wearing her heels, she wondered who the real masochist was. They looked fantastic, but the older she got, the more of a number they did on her feet.

Opening her eyes, she looked down, watching him as he reverently handled her.

She wiggled her toes at him.

“Do you want to try kissing them?” It wasn’t her thing, but it might be his. She could tell he was enjoying himself. Even if he wasn’t into feet, he seemed to be the type who would be into body worship. It might not necessarily matter what part for that.

He tilted his head like he was considering it.

“Do you want me to?”

The uncertainty in his voice made her realize he needed a little more direction. He didn’t sound necessarily interested, but he wasn’t repelled, either.

“Why don’t you try it and see what happens.” It was more a suggestion than an order, in case he wanted to back out, but she didn’t think he would. Connor tilted his head, lifting her foot up to his mouth. It was reminiscent of their first night together, with him under the table, yet entirely different.

Meeting her gaze, he kissed it right on the arch rather than the toe. With their eyes locked, there was something achingly intimate about the moment as he kissed her foot. Julie sucked in a breath as her insides quivered in response. His hot breath washed over her skin as he lifted his mouth away and moved it up toward her ankle, his lips coming down to press against the soft skin just underneath it.

Oh my.

Lifting her other foot, he turned his head to repeat the kisses, leaving the first foot resting lightly against his chest, his big hand still wrapped around her leg just above the ankle. Julie squirmed, pressing her thighs together at the unexpected tingles of pleasure that climbed up her legs.

She hadn’t expected to enjoy this as much as she did.

Some of it was the physical sensation. The spots he was touching, kissing, were far more sensitive than she’d realized they would be. A big part of it was having a huge man at her feet, kissing them so worshipfully, his hands gently wrapped around her legs… not quite abasing himself for her, but certainly putting himself in her hands.

The heady thrill of power was exactly why domination had called to her.

“Kiss up my legs,” she demanded, flexing her toes against his chest.

Connor’s eyes lit up. He reached down to move the basin to the side out of his way, then started doing exactly what she’d requested.

Again, similar to their first date when he’d gone under the table, but entirely different. This time, she could watch him, and he had room to move. It was worth watching. She almost regretted not being able to the first time. At least she was getting a do-over where she got to play the part of voyeur.

He was just so damn big, yet so gentle. So eager to please.

His mouth moved up her legs with his hands, her skirt falling back as she spread her thighs, tilting her hips forward to meet him. Soft, sweet kisses up the inner skin of her thighs left a little path of pleasure before she lifted herself up so he could take off her underwear before draping her legs over his shoulders.

The fabric of her skirt fell back, pooling around her hips, exposing her from the waist down. This time, she could see the expression on his face before he buried it between her thighs. She could see the way his eyes lit up, the hunger that filled them.

“Good boy,” she murmured as his mouth reached her pussy, leaning back on the throne to give him full access. Big hands cupped her bottom, pulling her forward a little more, her legs resting easily on his broad shoulders. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she held him in place as he started to feast, shuddering with the pleasure that bloomed so quickly thanks to his talented tongue. “Oh, yes…”

At some point, they might use the queening throne the way it was meant to be used, but right now, she was perfectly happy with what he was doing. Her toes curled, heels digging into his shoulders as his tongue moved, sliding through the slick folds, seeking out the nub of her clit. Julie cried out, moving her hips upward, her grip on his hair tightening as he explored her with his tongue.

“Oh, yes, just like that.” She gasped, arching, as his tongue circled her clit, his grip on her bottom tightening. Fuck he had big hands. “Use your fingers.”

It required shifting a little, but that didn’t interrupt her pleasure. When one thick finger pushed into her pussy, his tongue lapping against her clit while he stretched her open, it was so worth it. Julie moaned, letting her head drop back as her pussy clenched around his finger.

Thrusting back and forth a few times, he kept up his oral assault as he added a second finger.

Huge.