Book 1 - Page 107 (1/2)

”Stop.” He tugs them from my mouth. Moving toward the bed, he throws the duvet aside and sits down on the edge.

”Come here.”

I stand in front of him.

”Now turn round, bend down, and grasp your ankles.”

I blink at him, and his expression darkens.

”Don't hesitate,” he admonishes me softly, an undercurrent in his voice, and he pops the b.a.l.l.s in his mouth.

f.u.c.k, this is s.e.xier than the toothbrush. I follow his orders immediately. Jeez, can I touch my anklesI find I can, with ease. The t-s.h.i.+rt slides up my back, exposing my behind. Thank heavens I have retained my panties, but I suspect I won't for long.

He places his hand reverently on my backside and very softly caresses it with his whole hand. With my eyes open, I can see his legs through mine, nothing else. I close my eyes tightly as he gently moves my panties to the side and slowly runs his finger up and down my s.e.x. My body braces itself in a heady mix of wild antic.i.p.ation and arousal. He slides one finger inside me, and he circles it deliciously slowly. Oh, it feels good. I moan.

His breathing halts, and I hear him gasp as he repeats the motion. He withdraws his finger and very slowly inserts the objects, one slow, delicious ball at a time. Oh my.

They're body temperature, warmed by our collective mouths. It's a curious feeling. Once they're inside me, I can't really feel them - but then again I know they're there.

He straightens my panties and leans forward, and his lips softly kiss my behind.

”Stand up,” he orders, and shakily I get to my feet.

Oh! Now I can feel them... sort of. He grasps my hips to steady me while I re-establish my equilibrium.

”You okay?” he asks, his voice stern.

”Yes.” My answer is feather soft.

”Turn round.” I turn and face him.

The b.a.l.l.s pull downward and involuntarily I clench around them. The feeling startles me but not in a bad way.

”How does that feel?” he asks.

”Strange.”

”Strange good or strange bad?”

”Strange good,” I confess, blus.h.i.+ng.

”Good.” There's a trace of humor lurking in his eyes.

”I want a gla.s.s of water. Go and fetch one for me please.”

Oh.

”And when you come back, I shall put you across my knee. Think about that, Anastasia.”

WaterHe wants water - now - why?