L. Marie Adeline- S.E.C.R.E.T

I dropped my hands to my sides, as willing as I’d ever been to submit. I nodded as he
stepped so close to me I could feel his ngers brush my nipples, which were already
responding. He moved his hands slowly, artfully, across my breasts, cupping one and
taking it into his cool, wet mouth. His other arm wrapped around me, lingering at my
buttocks and pulling me into him so that our bodies were pressed skin to skin. I could
feel him hard against my thigh. His hand slid behind me and up. I was already wet.
I remembered how in the beginning it had taken a while for my body to respond, but
now, my passion was instant. I wanted him. No, not him. How could I want him, a man
I didn’t even know? But I wanted this. All of this. And I began to understand what
Matilda meant when she said that if I could get back into my body, I could move
thoughts of Pierre out of my head. Then, just as quickly as things had begun, the man
released me from his hot embrace and I almost tipped over on my heels.
“Where are you?” I asked, my hands reaching into the air around me. “Where did you
go?”
“Follow my voice, Cassie.”
It was now coming from the other side of the foyer. I turned slightly to follow it. We
were moving away from the re, away from the warmth of the parlor to another room,
a different room.
“That’s right, one foot in front of the other,” he whispered. “Do you know how sexy
you look wearing just those heels?”
His words were making me hotter and wetter, as I carefully made my way towards his
voice, my arms out in front of me. I felt the warmth of another re on the front of my
body. When I felt carpet under my heels, I almost tripped.
“There’s a chair right in front of you. Two more steps.” My ngers hit a highback
wooden chair, which felt as big as a throne. I took a seat on what felt like a raw silk
cushion. I felt self-conscious of what my stomach looked like in a seated position. I
pressed my legs together. Stop it, Cassie. Now’s not the time to think. The silk felt lovely
under my butt, though, and my hands began stroking the fabric. I could sense the man
moving around the room until he was directly behind my chair.
I felt his large, warm hands on my shoulders, caressing my skin. They trailed up my
neck, where he left one hand cradling the back of my neck, while the other fetched
something in front of us. The rim of a glass grazed my lips, and my nose was hit with
the warm, full-bodied smell of red wine.
“Take a sip, Cassie.”
He gently tipped the glass forward. I took an eager gulp. I was no connoisseur, but the
wine tasted rich and layered. I don’t know if I tasted oak or cherry or chocolate tones,
but I knew it was probably the most expensive wine I had ever swallowed. I heard him
gently place the glass back on the table. Seconds later he moved in front of me and his
mouth was on mine, his tongue searching. He tasted like wine, too, and chocolate. Every
cell inside me came alive to his taste and touch, smell and feel. Then he stopped.
“Are you hungry, Cassie?”
I nodded.
“What are you hungry for?”