Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I took my time with Willow, switching back and forth, sucking and teasing her tight peaks until she was shifting on the couch and moaning continuously. Then I knew it was time.
“Mistress?” I said, letting her nipple slip from my lips. “You have another place that needs healing.”
“What…what do you mean?” she panted, looking up at me.
“I know your abuser hurt you someplace else.” I laid my hand on the top of her right thigh. “I can feel your pain,” I told her. “I know he hurt you here, too.”
“Oh…” She nibbled her lower lip and her eyes went wide. “Do you…would you really want to heal me there?”
“Of course I do,” I assured her. “I want to heal you anyplace you’re hurt.”
“But, well… I…I don’t have on any panties,” she confessed.
I couldn’t stop the growl of lust that came from my lips.
“Even better,” I told her. “There will be nothing to get in the way of healing you completely.”
Her cheeks were pink in the firelight but I could tell she wanted me to do it. The scent of her desire rose to meet me, acting on my like a drug. God, how I longed to taste her! But I knew I had to take things slowly. I would start by healing her.
I slid to the floor in front of the couch and placed my hands on her knees.
“Open for me, Mistress,” I urged her softly. “Open and let me heal you.”
“If…if you’re sure you want to.” As she spoke, she parted her thighs.
I had to bite back a groan at the sight that greeted me. Her soft little pussy was so beautiful…and so swollen with need. As she opened wider, I could see the way her outer lips were already parting on their own, giving me a glimpse of her plump clit already wet with her juices.
But before I could taste her, I had to heal the ugly bruise on her inner thigh.
“Wider, Mistress,” I urged her as I ducked between her legs. “I need to get to you.”
As I spoke, I helped ease her back against the couch cushions and opened her thighs more, so that her knees were almost resting on the couch. The move opened her pussy as well, showing me her soft pink interior, glistening with her honey.
It was all I could do not to taste her at once but I forced myself to pay attention to the bruise first. Bending low, I kissed the dark spot gently, sending my healing power through her to knit together the battered flesh.
It didn’t take long to heal—it was a simple injury—but I took my time, licking and sucking the same spot on her inner thigh for quite a while. Meanwhile, my cheek was brushing against her open pussy and Willow was shifting her hips restlessly. I knew she wanted me to taste her as much as I wanted to do it, but I had to get her permission first.
Looking up, I met her eyes. They were wide and dreamy in the firelight—and full of desire.
“Mistress,” I murmured, stroking her inner thighs. “It seems to me that you have another place that needs healing.”
“I…I do?” She frowned uncertainly.
“Yes, a place that’s aching to be healed. Lightly I traced her little pleasure button with a single fingertip.
“Oh!” Willow jumped and moaned. One thing about the female body that has always amazed me is how sensitive it is—how you can bring a woman such intense pleasure with such a light touch—if you know what you’re doing. And after centuries of serving women, I did.
“Do you see what I mean, Mistress?” I asked her. “I think you need healing here. What do you think?”
“I…I think you’re right,” she whispered.
“Then guide me,” I told her, my shaft throbbing with need as I looked into her eyes. “Show me where you want me to heal you the most.”
I didn’t have to ask her again. She reached for me, her fingers slipping into my hair. And then she was guiding me down to her sweetness.
This time I was certain my shaft was going to break through the fabric of my trousers. God, how I loved to be led by my Mistress! How I loved to bend to her will and service her with my tongue—to taste her sweet juices and feel the pleasure coursing through her as I worshiped her!
I gave her a soft kiss at first and then her fingers tightened in my hair, letting me know she needed more. I was more than willing to give it to her.
With a low groan, I tasted her fully, spreading her outer lips with my thumbs so I could slide my tongue into her pussy. Her flavor exploded in my mouth—hot and wet and salty-sweet as I caressed the tight little bud of her clit.
Willow moaned and bucked against my mouth, pulling me closer.