RC.

Ch6 ........ H

In a flash, he's lifted me up and pressed me up against him! His eyes have darkened.

R:"What if we went upstairs ...?"

He carries me up to his huge bed, never ceasing to look me in the eyes. I could lose myself in those hypnotic, metallic, grey eyes.

The room is flooded with sunlight and the rays warm the rare parts of my body which aren't already on fire.

As he lays me down gently on the bed, he straightens up and looks me all over with hunger in his eyes.

He drives me crazy ... and...

He intimidates me.

His piercing eyes are on me. As he pulls his shirt off over his head, I can't help but eye his tailored body ...

His sculpted pecs, his trousers down on his hips, his perfectly toned abs...

The picture I have before me is sin incarnate.

I want only one thing, for him to possess me. The desire is so strong that it's almost painful.

R:"Let's see what I have in my dressing room that may satisfy this young lady ..."

I giggle at his mischievous look.

He takes a few steps back and turn to slide a wide door to one side which opens onto a dream dressing room.

He pulls a sliding tie holder out with dozens of ties hanging from it.

(I play along.)

 I blush instantly when letting my imagination run free.

T:"You have all we need for a bit of fun ..."

My voice is hesitant; I try talking to reassure myself.

R:"Hmm ..."

R:"For You it'll be silk.."

He turns towards me, a navy blue tie in his hands. I must say that I find it all much less funny when seeing his determination.

He moves forwards like a prowling feline. The little antelope is caught in his trap ...

I clasp the silk sheets as he gently slips himself between my thighs and slowly pulls my shirt up to my shoulders.

R:"Your curves are so arousing that they give me shameful thoughts ..."

His words intoxicate me, I'm speechless, at his mercy.

(Provoke him.)

T:"Go with your imagination, sir ..."

I hold my breath. My entire body quivers under his touch.

He sits up looking at my curves.

R:"There are so many things I'd like to do with this body ..."

The reaction is instantaneous, all my senses are alert. I arch my back, giving him a better view.

He tightens his grip on the piece of cloth between his fist.

R:"Let's play ..."

He leans over me and slides the silk fabric over my eyes.

T:"Ryan ..."

R:"Sssshh ..."

(I let go.)

I go with the flow. I like it when he has the upper hand. It's very exciting to be in his expert hands.

He lifts my head up softly to tie the tie up, behind.

R:"You know that if somebody's deprived of one of his five senses, all the others are multiplied by ten, Tayla?"

I know that with him all my senses are at their peak ...

I can't see anything. I feel that he's ceased all movement.

R:"Take time to feel everything ... I want you to abandon yourself to the sensations I'm going to give you ..."

(Ryan ... I'll die of desire if you continue on this level ...)

Slowly I recall the room, the colours. I feel the sun on my feet. I feel his legs against my thighs, his hands around my waist.

I hear my shuddered breathing and his, deep and powerful. I even pick up a few noises coming from outside.

(I Focus on touch.)

The lightness of the air moving on my skin, the sensation of the silk on my eyelids, ...

My heart is beating so fast that it could explode. Yet the feeling is exhilarating.

I groan as his hands brush over my skin. He's touching my body with incredible sensuality ...

I feel he's leaning over me as his warm breath caresses my neck.

His lips rest on mine with such softness that I could think them to be made of silk too.

I brush my hands through his hair but he grabs them and places them above my head.

R:"Be good..."

He said this between my lips. I smile, my mouth against his hoping to provoke him.

R:"You know what people do to insolent girls like you?"

My breath is short, his hips weigh on my body. His smell invades me, his hoarse voice echoes in every part of my body ...

Suddenly, he sits up and putting an arm under my waist he turns me, firmly, onto my stomach. He moves me around with troubling ease ...

His two hands fall heavily on each side of my shoulders, digging the mattress on each side of my head. I feel his chin against my neck.

He nibbles my earlobe and passing a hand under my belly, presses himself more against me. His fingers slowly slide around my hips ...

R:"Let me show you ..."