The Surrender
If the first night I had spent with Lucien Delano had been an eye-opener on making love, this was a lesson in surrender.
First, he made me pleasure him, forcing me to surrender to his wishes.
Then he made love to me, again and again, making me aware of how to give pleasure and how to be pleasured in the most exquisite ways.
Why was I not surprised to discover that there was an antechamber attached to his large study, with a soft bed and clean sheets, and pillows like feathers and snow; I sank into it as he took me feverishly.
After a spell of fierce mating, I slept and came awake to his suckling my breasts, readying me for another bout of torrid lovemaking. My body was sore, and tender, but I eagerly tensed up to receive my lover.
Once I thought he growled against my mo
