Page 146 of Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance
Feeling was dangerous. She was careful to remain impassive
when she walked back into the room. She left the door open, a
temptation for Coralyn to run and flee if anything got to be too
much. She could always leave. Save Giana the immense
trouble that was overtaking her life.
Coralyn was bent over the desk, her hands splayed over the
surface, her cheek resting near the wood. She’d done as
instructed and was wearing a matching scarlet red lace bra to
those naughty panties. The position emphasized how her tiny
waist rounded gently past her hips and put her perfect ass on
full display. She raised her head at the sound of Giana’s
footsteps and her cheeks were scarlet. She was trembling, but
she looked resolute.
I’m not going anywhere, her eyes said. I’m not running.
There is no outrunning this.
Maybe that was the hardest truth of all. There was no
outrunning it. Whatever it was between them had already
started, and it was a force greater than all of Giana’s hardened
will and steely determination.
Giana dropped the things in her hands onto one of the chairs
in the room while Coralyn watched. She took up the strap
slowly, testing the leather in her hands, warming the cold
surface. Coralyn made a little moan that she probably didn’t
mean to make. Her legs fell open another inch, her feet
shuffling on the floor to make it happen. Giana saw
everything, and she didn’t bother hiding a satisfied smile. It
only made Coralyn’s blush deepen.
She walked around the desk and rested her hand on the flat
of Coralyn’s back, fingering the lace ribbon at the top of her
panties. They’d only get in the way, but she didn’t want them
