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“Lift your arms,” he said as he released her mouth. It took her a moment to focus on his words, her entire body throbbing, her lips still parted and swollen from his kiss. Lucas looked down at her, “Kitten, lift your arms,” he repeated softly, his hands moving to gently caress her bare arms.
She slowly obeyed, her pale arms rising above her head. Lucas gathered the thin fabric of her gown in his hands and drew it slowly up her body, exposing her inch by inch until she was panting for breath. She moaned when he drew the gown over her head and tossed it aside. He’d seen her naked earlier that day but this… this wasn’t the same. This was so totally different. Her body was trembling as she reached to her breasts that no longer felt like her own.
“No,” Lucas said.
Lucy was about to tell him she wasn’t trying to cover them, wanted to explain that they felt heavy and aching as if demanding to be supported when he seemed to read her mind. Gently pushing her arms down, he cupped each globe in his hands. Lucy’s head fell back, her moan of need causing his fingers to tighten. He thumbed her nipples again before brushing her hair aside and bending to place a kiss on each puckered tip. Sparks of pure, unadulterated lust swept her into a world of passion. Lucy whimpered, her hands going to his bent head, her fingers now gripping his own tresses. Lucas growled as he drew a nipple into his mouth and suckled it hard, pressing it up against the roof of his mouth as his tongue tasted her for the first time.
“Lucas,” she whimpered, needing something more, something her body was preparing her for, as she felt her thighs growing wet from her need. Lucas released her breast. He smiled down at her, his eyes raking up and down her body. He took in her breasts, the nipples puckered and taut, both glistening from where he had suckled. His eyes continued down her body to land on her now-bare mons. His groan made her feel as beautiful as he’d said she was. The sight of his cock straining against the placket of his trousers no longer shamed her—it made her feel wanton. It filled her with the desire to please him, to bring him the pleasure he’d promised to teach her.
He returned his eyes to her face, his lips curving into a smile that took her breath away. He bent to trace her lips with his tongue, his touch at her breast, his fingers stroking her nipples causing her to arch and lift toward him. This time his growl was so raw that it sent a shudder through her and drew her own cry of need when he stepped back.
“You are mine,” he said, in a tone that showed his amazement at that fact.
“I am yours,” she agreed. Lucas shuddered at her words, his hands clenching as he took several deep breaths. Lucy saw his face and suddenly understood he was attempting to restrain himself. She unconsciously smiled and sat up, her hair spilling over her shoulders hiding her body beneath its strands. She moved to her knees, her hands reaching to him.
“Let me,” she said as her small fingers began to work the buttons of his vest. Once the last was unfastened, she watched as he shrugged out of it and tossed it aside. She again reached for him, but he captured her hands.
“Move your hair to bare your breasts to me,” he ordered.
She flushed hotly, her hands hesitating before lifting the weight of her hair and moving it over her shoulders. His eyes dropped and hers followed to see herself in a different way. Her bared breasts were definitely swollen, her nipples growing impossibly tighter, rosy pink buds rising in the center of the even darker circles of her areolas surrounding them. Her fingers were trembling as she lifted them to clasp the symbol of his possession lying in the valley between her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he said, reaching out to again gently cup her breasts in his palms. Lucy moaned, the sensation spreading throughout her body, her eyes closing as he gently took each nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling them, tugging slightly and when he gave each a pinch, Lucy arched and gasped, her eyes flying open.
“Spread your legs, Lucy,” he ordered. “Bare your sweet little cunny to me, as well.” He heard her whimper and saw her hesitate, as if only now discovering his intention to look his fill of her nakedness. “Spread your legs,” he repeated.
Lucy held her breath as she forced herself to move her legs apart.
“Sit with your bottom on your heels, legs wide,” he said, his eyes never leaving the ‘V’ of her spread legs. As she obeyed, her naked mons was pushed forward, no blonde curls hiding her swollen and glistening sex. She was aware of his eyes, but instead of feeling shame at the position he required, she acknowledged the fact that she was a woman who was in love, a woman who was flowering in her sexuality, a woman who needed to submit to this man and allow him to take her places she had only begun to realize existed.
Lucas nodded his approval. “Continue,” he said, lifting her hands and giving each a kiss that caused her to shudder.
Lucy trembled as she reached for the buttons of his shirt. Her movements were far more hesitant as he had returned his fingers to her nipples, occasionally giving each a soft pinch or running his fingernail over the extremely sensitive tip of each bud. Lucas smiled as he watched her fingers fumble with the buttons. Her pulse began to race as each one opened, baring his chest an inch at a time. She moaned when the last button came free, and the broad, muscular chest of her husband was fully revealed. Lucas released her nipples and tugged the shirt from his pants, pulling it off and dropping it beside the discarded vest. He didn’t speak but moved to sit on the chair to remove his boots and stockings. Lucy shifted on the bed, her legs closing as her hands moved to cup her breasts, her nipples both aching with relief of being released, as well as the unconscious desire to have his hands claiming them again. Wearing only his trousers, he returned to the bed. He reached out and removed her hands.
“No, you are not to touch yourself, little one. Your body belongs to me, kitten, I will decide how it is to be touched,” Lucas said. Lucy’s hands froze an inch from her breasts. “You were not told to close your legs,” he said, “Open them.”
She did so, her body once more open and available, though she didn’t truly understand that the pose was one of a submissive offering herself to her master. Lucas took her hands and pressed them to the bulge in his trousers. Suddenly shy and a bit frightened of what she would discover, Lucy hesitated, though she could feel the hardness of his cock beneath the fabric.
“Finish, little one,” Lucas said, his voice hoarse. “Undo my trousers and free my cock.”
A tremor ran through her at his words, the command immediately causing a gush of wetness to fill her sex. Her hand trembled as she lifted her eyes to find him looking down at her. He smiled and stroked her cheek. His touch was gentle, yet one of a master to his submissive.
“Finish,” he repeated, his smile of encouragement giving her the strength she needed. She slowly began to unbutton his trousers.
When the loosened cloth fell open, Lucy drew her lip between her teeth, unable to breathe as she slowly pushed her hand into the opening of his trousers and gingerly touched his cock for the first time. Her eyes darted to his, her small mouth parting in her surprise. “It’s-it is so soft,” she whispered.
Lucas’ smile had her flushing. “I-I mean I thought it would be hard…” His chuckle had her give an unexpected giggle. “I mean it’s really hard but it’s soft too. Does…does that sound silly?”
“Not at all, kitten,” Lucas assured her. “Now, remove it fully from my trousers.”
“Oh, yes, sir,” she said, nodding, a bit terrified she’d hurt him somehow in maneuvering his shaft from his underclothes. She blushed when it finally was free, and when it jerked, her hand fell away. Lucy stared at his cock, surprised at both its length and its thickness. She again felt her stomach flip, her hands once more reaching out on their own accord to enfold her fingers around him. Lucas groaned at the contact, and she quickly removed her hands.
“No, sweetheart,” Lucas ordered softly, even as he moved to lower his trousers to the floor. He kicked them and his underclothes aside and stepped closer. “Hold me,” she heard, and she reached for him again.
Her face was flushed, her eyes huge as she felt the steel beneath the silken sheath of his skin. He felt hot and huge in her hands. Her eyes went to the thick, mushroom-shaped head and saw a glistening drop of fluid ooze from a slit centered in the smooth surface. Curious, she reached out and when her finger gently swiped against the drop, spreading the fluid across the crown of his erection, she learned that a man could tremble as well.
“You said you don’t get wet like me,” she whispered, her eyes once more lifting. Lucas smiled at her comment, his eyes dropping to her exposed sex. Lucy realized where his eyes had dropped and flushed hotly, her legs quivering with the need to conceal the evidence of her arousal from him. His hands reached down to gently rest on her upper thighs.
“No,” he uttered as he met her eyes and shook his head. She moaned but stilled her legs as she accepted his reminder.
