Page 2 of Tame Me

“I’m Memphis.”

He reached for my hand and kissed the back of my palm. “Pleased to meet you, Memphis.”

“Likewise, Magic Maxx.” The intensity in his eyes captured me, and I had a crazy desire to run away with him. We could live in harmony and spend every day getting to know every inch of each other’s bodies . . . and minds.

He strode away, and I gasped at the magnificent tattoo that graced the planes of his back. An elaborate winged eagle, ready to take flight, moved along his glossy flesh with each step he made.

Maxx placed his feet together, then turned to glance at me over his shoulder, and with a cheeky grin, he bent over. With my eyes glued to every exquisite muscle, he gave me a truly stunning display of strength as he put his elbows on the floor and gradually raised his feet above his head. The show was spectacular.

Upside-down now, he remained rock-solid. Not a single muscle twitched as he held himself in position.

“Okay.” He flashed a spectacular smile. “Your turn.”

There was no way I was getting onto my head. I had another idea, though. Stepping closer to him, I undid the knot behind my neck and let the fabric fall. In a flash, I was topless, and Maxx’s rock-solid pose began to quiver.

He cleared his throat and brought his feet to the floor.

“How did I do?” I suppressed the smile twitching on my lips.

He cleared his throat again and blinked at my boobs. “You, ummm . . . did marvelously.”

“Good. What’s next?”

His smile lit up his face as he wriggled his eyebrows. Then, standing on one foot, he raised his other foot and placed it against his marvelously toned inner thigh. With his spare hand, he stretched out, pointing at me. “Your turn.” The twinkle in his eyes was undeniable.

I slipped out of my stilettos and padded across the carpet so one of my breasts was an inch from his outstretched hand. He wriggled his fingers, trying to reach the tantalizing offer, but couldn’t.

He burst out laughing and dropped his foot to stand up. “You’re a tease.”

I lowered my eyes to the bulge in his tight Lycra shorts. “Are you complaining?”

“Does it look like I’m complaining?” He made a point of lowering his eyes to his groin as if I’d missed it.

“It looks to me like I’m the one creating magic.”

His laugh was genuine and hearty, and I laughed along with him. “You, Memphis, are a fascinating woman.”

“Why thank you, Magic Maxx.” I did a little curtsy. “Now for your next move?” I cocked an eyebrow at him.

Maxx placed his hands on the floor again and raised his feet in the air, but this time, he curled his back so his feet hung over his head, and the bulge in his shorts faced the ceiling. I stepped forward, placed his feet on my shoulders, and, hardly able to believe my magnificent view, I glided my hands down his inner thighs.

He remained in position, and each time I traveled my fingers along his legs, I teased closer to his groin. Right before my eyes, his cock grew, pushing against the bright blue fabric that restrained it.

I truly was a magician.

It was an eternity before Maxx rolled down onto his feet again. His face was red, his smile was broad, and the bulge in his pants was huge. “Okay, your turn.”

I undid the zipper, holding my dress in place. The fabric blossomed around my feet, and I stepped out and flung it toward the nearest dining chair.

Maxx’s breathing was audible, and with each rise and fall of his chest, his pecs bulged and contracted. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on this fine specimen.

“Your turn.” I flashed a cheeky grin.

He ran his hand over his groin as if attempting to tame an unruly beast. Then with a clenched jaw, he hooked his fingers into the elastic of his underwear and whipped the jocks down to his ankles.

I nodded with exaggerated emphasis. “Nice move.” His cock was impressive, rod straight, and the swollen pink crown burst from the top as if greeting me. He was hairless, revealing his scrotum dangling below his magnificent cock.

“Your turn.” His voice was slightly higher pitched than it had been just seconds earlier.

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