Chapter 66

• And then he was gone, a smile, or a smirk, turning up the corner of his lips as he watched her, twitching, bereft of that final stimulation, moaning as she breathed heavy, her lungs filling with air as she held tight to the back of her head.
• Maeson had no intention of letting Kimber orgasm and had every intention of leaving her a quivering mess of pleasure right on the brink of a blissful explosion. “Do not,” he ordered her firmly, “touch yourself. Not for the rest of the day. Bad girls don’t get to play with their pussies.” Specifically, he did not tell her she wasn’t to orgasm. As he figured it, there was a pleasure for both of them, if she could figure out how to finish getting off without touching herself. After all he could think of several ways. Maeson had every intention of luring the sexual animal out of Kimber. As it was, she was already far more sexually confident than she was before. She was already far more aware of herself.
• Moving to the ropes, Maeson unbound her, taking his sweet time about it; like moving his hands up to the rope by starting his fingers on her inner thigh just short of touching her weeping sex, and running light fingers all the way up to her ankles to undo them; first with the left, then with the right. Purposefully he was careless gathering the rope up and allowed the rope to bump into her sex, as well as leaning forward one time far enough that his leg came into contact with Kimber’s pussy. He kept each touch short, and casual.