Calie squirmed against her bonds in humiliation, and her cheeks grew
hot as she imagined her enemy's sensual lips sucking at her nipples.
She trembled on the verge of explosion, yearning for the powerful
release of orgasm, and glanced toward the door. Soon it would open and
her captor would appear. The pink tips of her breasts tightened into
little towers, poking up in abandoned invitation.
The servant woman smiled with gloating triumph at Calie’s reaction and
dipped her brush once more into the aphrodisiac that fueled
uncontrollable desire.
“No,” Calie begged. “Please, no.” She strained to lift her buttocks off
the bed, to close her legs against this invasion, but the bindings at
her ankles kept her legs spread wide.
The woman’s eyes gleamed as she reached between Calie’s thighs. Rough
fingers opened the lips of her tender intimate parts and dabbed the
burning liquid on her already moist flesh.
“Ah!” Calie’s back arched but the bonds held her to the bed. Waves of
fire exploded out of her cunt and rolled through her as the touch of
the fiery liquid on her flesh sent her soaring into the convulsions of
orgasm. Her nipples stabbed at the empty air as she shuddered again and
again, but the explosions brought no release. Her saturated flesh cried
out for more. She needed a man, needed the thick length of his phallus
inside her, plunging into her depths.
Soon, she knew, he would come.
