Page 98 of The Passion

We lie in silence for a few minutes until my voice breaks the calm of the room.

“I’ve never done that before.” My brain is now trying to rationalize what we did, and I’m trying not to feel like I’m bad for wanting something a little different.

“You were amazing.” He makes sure I know there is no judgment from him. “But did you like it? I didn’t push you too far?” For all the confidence my strong man has, I can hear a little doubt in his voice.

“I have never felt so free.” Rolling to my side so we are facing each other, I can see the relief on his face.

“But…?” He knows my mind is confused.

“I’m not sure I want it like that all the time. Just tonight, I wanted to be free of all the pressures and confines that the world puts on me. I needed to completely let go of doing what I’m told to do. To follow the rules.” The more I start to talk, the more it falls into place.

“Because of who I am and being so well known, I could never really be more than a missionary-position girl. Have sex the way a society lady is expected.” I can’t help but giggle at myself.

“But with you, from that first night, you changed all that. You set free the adventurous, sexy woman inside me that I never knew existed before.” I tilt my gaze down to look away from him, slightly embarrassed by what I’m now admitting.

His finger gently lifts my chin, kissing me ever so gently, our lips barely touching.

“In this home, our home, you are safe to be anyone you need to be. Don’t ever be embarrassed by your desires. I want to share them all, fulfill them and explore whatever you want to discover. But know that if after exploring, you end up being my high-society missionary-sex girl you were before, I will happily fuck you like that, every day of the week.” His mischievous smile brings such warmth to me.

“Thank you for giving me the space to grow.” Choking up a little on my words as I try not to get too emotional, I ask him the question. “Tell me what your desires are?” I trace my finger down his chest, playing in the scattering of hair there.

“Oh, you are not ready to hear the things in my head that I would love to do to you.” He grabs me around the wrist and lifts my finger into his mouth, biting softly.

“What, like spanking me?” I feel a little tingle down below at the thought of him doing that to me.

“That’s twice you have asked about spanking. I have a feeling my girl is curious.” Dropping my hand, he pulls me closer, his arm around my waist and his large hand rubbing soft circles on my ass cheek.

“Maybe,” I whisper and feel my cheeks blush. I’ve never been one to blush, so this is all new.

Leaning down, he starts peppering my shoulder and up into the crook of my neck with kisses and little soft bites until he reaches my ear.

“Oh, how I would love to see you on your knees and your beautiful white ass in the air on this bed. Your wet pussy glistening in the light and spanking you while I fuck you deep and hard from behind. Seeing my red handprint on your skin and hearing you cry out my name with lust for more. So tempting, baby, so damn tempting.”

I don’t know what has gotten into me tonight, but pushing my pussy against his cock, I can feel him already semi hard, and the more I keep rolling my hips, the more he is ready to play the game.

“It’s a wicked game you are playing, Felisha.” Reaching for me, he bites down on my lip.

“Oh, is that the trick? I need to be a wicked woman instead of your good girl.” I roll my hips one more time, dragging a deepmoan from him, and then pull back. Pushing out of his arms and going up on to my knees, I turn away from him.

“You want to play?” His hand runs down my spine and over my ass cheeks.

“Show me what it’s like to be bad.” My voice is soft but strong.

“Oh, I don’t need to, you’ve been naughty since the night you seduced me in the bar. Now you are just taking what you want.”

I lean forward to place my hands on the bed as he starts to move, and I know tonight is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

My body is craving this, and my mind is just happy to be taken to a place there is no thinking, only pleasure.

Our burning pleasures.

FLYNN

Every time I think I have Felisha worked out, she does something to surprise me.

The last few days have been the biggest change in her, and I fucking love it.

Standing up to her father on Friday night and putting into play the plans to bring him down have given her the fire to bring out who she truly is on the inside.

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