Take Me to Spain

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :00220

Page :27

Word Count :6750

Publication Date :2010-08-17

Series : #

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Available Formats : Take Me to Spain (pdf) , Take Me to Spain (prc) , Take Me to Spain (epub) , Take Me to Spain (mobi)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance , Fantasy Romance , Romance

Product Code: 00220

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Alone on her vacation, Alicia vows to spend as much of it as possible nude. She receives an anonymous summons to a hotel room in downtown San Francisco, and is ordered to travel there naked under her coat. When she gets to the hotel, the mysterious man who commanded her appearance has yet another, more intense journey in mind.

Classical guitar music played on the CD player next to the bed and there was a fragrance, not of perfume, not at all, but of smoke and spice, coming from somewhere. She took a deep breath and crossed the room to the window. She felt for the edges of the curtain, to open them and look out. Before she could glimpse anything below, her face and head were engulfed in what felt like a black velvet facemask. It covered her face and fell just above her chin. As she raised her hands to grab it, her wrists were caught in a strong grip and pulled behind her. Soft, furry handcuffs snapped around her wrists, behind her back. She was helpless.

“Welcome, Alicia,” a deep voice whispered near her ear. He pulled her close from behind, holding her to him, but with her coat on she could not feel much of him. That was soon remedied. She felt hands on her shoulders, then around the buttons and her coat opened.

“As I feared, my dear. You didn’t quite follow my instructions. But don’t worry, I will make sure that you learn your lesson. And you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” The coat was gently pulled from her shoulders and now hung from her wrists. Then, through the muffling of the mask, she heard a snicking sound and her panties fell to the ground. “I like this, whatever it’s called,” he whispered. “I’ll leave that for now.”

She had to smile. Whatever it’s called? Whoever he was, he was really a guy. “Camisole,” she said. She heard a chuckle. It emboldened her, despite her unclothed, bound state. “Why are you whispering?”

“You will know when you’ve given me full satisfaction.”

The answer made no sense, but she was distracted by warm, hard hands sliding beneath the very camisole under discussion. Those wonderful hands brushed her nipples, sending silvery shivers down to her core. She licked her lips.

Then the hands followed the path of those shivers and caressed her between her legs. She took a small step to part her thighs. He took the hint. A finger ran over her eager clit and slipped between her nether lips. She backed into it lightly, only to be pushed gently away. Her surprise only lasted a second when she felt a second finger enter her to join the first.

The plunging entry made her juices flow and she felt a rivulet run down the inside of her thigh. Then the fingers were taken away. She felt one of the soft cuffs loosen, but her wrist was gripped in a steel-hard hold. The coat slipped off her hand and the cuff went back on. The process repeated on the other side and the coat was gone. Then she felt a strong hand on her back, pushing her down. “Bend over,” he whispered.