He moved again, his body shifting, the bed creaking slightly. Then, a firm hand took hold of my right ankle, lifting it, then the left. My legs were spread slightly, my vulnerability laid bare. And yet, there was no shame, only a heightened awareness.
A cool, damp cloth ran along my inner thighs, a sudden contrast to the building heat. My muscles tensed, then relaxed under his touch. His fingers, firm and knowing, explored, teasing at the very entrance of my s*x. A gasp escaped me, unbidden.
"Relax, sub," he commanded, his voice deep, persuasive. "Let go. Let me take you."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against the nape of my neck, sending shivers through me. "Trust me, Katie. I've got you."
And I did. I trusted him. In this moment, in this dark, intimate space, Ronan Rourke, Head S
