Free French Blue by Natasha Bond Page B

seins from my collection, but , as you seem so eager, you can experience them very soon.”
    “Me and my big mouth…” Lisa whispered, her imagination running wild about his collection as she wriggled against the quilt. Olivier had said he would soothe her; she needed it.
    “Yes, your attitude will get you into a lot of trouble—I hope.” He grinned. “Now, lie facedown with your hips over the pillow.”
    She turned over, positioning her hips on the smooth cotton of the bolster. She heard him reach for something from the nightstand next to the bed, and a delicious sweet fragrance filled the air.
    “Mm. What’s that?”
    “Oil…”
    Warm oil oozed over her sore cheeks. She felt tired, in a delicious way, not exhausted, just loose and liquid of limb. The oil felt like honey oozing over her tender skin, and the exotic scent reminded her of a Moroccan souk.
    “How do you feel?” His voice was as soothing as the massage.
    “Still a little sore.”
    “ Bien .”
    “You beast…” said Lisa, then sighed as his fingers made contact with the base of her spine, spreading the oil up her back. “Ohhh…”
    She winced as his fingers found the sore skin from the paddling, but the discomfort quickly passed as he massaged the oil into her skin with infinite gentleness. His fingers worked their magic on her skin, gently on her sore bottom, then firmly on her thighs, massaging the oil along the backs of knees and along her calves.
    “You didn’t use your safe word. Why not?” he asked as every knot of tension unravelled.
    Should she admit she couldn’t remember the word until almost too late and that then she was too stubborn to give in? “I wanted to complete the correction.”
    “That’s good, but not the whole story.”
    “I don’t want to give you the whole story.”
    “But you will. You’re not just here for a physical and sexual experience but an emotional one too. In fact, most subs find that the hardest part having to admit to their deepest fears and desires—which are often the same thing.”
    The bed dipped as he shifted to her side, and his hands moved to her back, massaging the oil over her shoulder blades and along her spine. This was bliss.
    “I wanted it to stop, but I didn’t want to give in.”
    “Hmm.”
    She bucked her hips as his fingers parted her cheeks, allowing the oil to trickle down between them to her entrance. As he rubbed the oil around her bottom, she fisted the counterpane in shame and desire.
    “You like this?”
    “Mmm.”
    “But you aren’t ready for more, ma cherie , not today. Get up, please.”
    Gentle hands lifted her up from the bolster and removed the heavy pillow. Lisa was so lost in languorous pleasure that she might have collapsed back down if Olivier hadn’t helped her upright. She sat back, her arms wrapped around her breasts, skin slippery and tingling as he unbuttoned his Levis and stripped them off. He was naked underneath, and his cock sprang out, erect and ready for her.
    She reached out a hand to touch him. “Non, cherie . You only touch when I say you can.”
    “But I want you.”
    “I want you too, but first, lie facedown. Let go and enjoy the pleasure while you can.”
    She lay down, and he climbed onto the bed, sitting astride her legs. He trickled oil on her breasts, circling her nipples with it, leaving her breasts glistening and tingling. He rubbed it over her belly. His touch on her clit was electric, making her buck her hips and groan with pleasure. His fingers began to explore her swollen nub, circling it between his fingers.
    “Turn over and get on all fours,” he whispered.
    Lisa glanced through her knees and saw him remove a small silver cylinder from the small red box.
    “This is a bullet vibe,” he said. “You’ve used one on yourself?”
    “I’ve tried vibes, but not one like that. It’s so small…”
    “But powerful.”
    She almost took off from the bed as he laid the vibe against her clit. “Oh God!”
    After the paddling