Free Clockwork Butterfly, A by Tabitha Rayne

thighs open in readiness. Her sex was throbbing, desperate for Mae’s expert touch.
    The soft nudging at her cheek was slowing and becoming slippery with what Lena realized were Mae’s tears. Her body began to shake and heave above Lena, and her breath was punctuated with sniveling staccato sniffs.
    “I’m sorry,” Mae said in broken, tearful words. “It’s me who’s getting attached. I should have been more guarded with you.”
    “Untie me,” whispered Lena, and Mae did. Lena took her into her arms and held her close in the darkness as their hearts thumped in unison.

Chapter 10

    “They said yes!” shrieked Angelo when Lena burst into his chamber smiling.
    “Twenty minutes,” Lena said in a sing-song voice, swinging her obi around her wrist. Until she’d walked through the door, she’d been brooding and fretting over what had happened between her and Mae the night before. But as soon as she saw Angelo’s face, his smile, his strong body coming to engulf her, her worries vanished into anticipation.
    He pulled away from her abruptly and raised one eyebrow. “It’s a shame in a way,” he said, and Lena was confused. Panic quickly flooded back in; he didn’t want her to stay? He was getting bored with her?
    “Why?” she asked, terrified of the answer.
    “Well,” he said, unwrapping the obi from her wrist. “You’ve been so good and done exactly what we both wanted. What can I punish you for?”
    “Ahh.” Lena sank down onto the sofa in relief. She was far too nervy for her own good. She must learn to relax. “I’m sure you can think of something.” Just then, her tiny butterfly landed on her shoulder. “Hello, what are you doing here?”
    Lena picked it up carefully in her fingertips. It was exquisite, and she never tired of studying Angelo’s craftsmanship. The butterfly gently and, as smoothly as if it were real, slowly flapped its wings to reveal a new delicate carving on them.
    “What’s this?” She sat up, tucking her legs underneath her, and tried to coax them open again. Angelo was smiling beside her.
    “Touch the proboscis.” He motioned and Lena reached out to the feathery spiral. As her fingertip made contact, the wings opened again and rested there for her to see the new artwork. In the most intricate script were carved the words I love you .
    Lena didn’t quite know what to do, say, or think until Angelo lifted the butterfly from her and tossed it up in the air, then pushed her on to her back, showering her with ferocious kisses. She watched the tiny creature flutter this way and that around the room while her body melted into Angelo’s embrace.
    “I want to eat you up, ravish you, and come inside you,” said Angelo into her peaking flesh. When he was working her with his agile tongue, her entire skin became erogenous and she could barely think for the pleasure. Stars twinkled and burst wherever he kissed and Lena wriggled as his teeth joined in, raking her flesh and arousing every part of her.
    “Angelo, stop. You’ve paralyzed me! Let me pleasure you now.” But the truth was she could have lay there for all eternity, succumbing to his loving.
    He slipped his hands up underneath her back and pulled her robe over her head, using it to pin her to the armrest. Her arms and face were wrapped in the silk while the rest of her was exposed and naked. She arched her back, knowing that he was drinking in the sight of her. The throaty groan that lingered in her aural memory all night long was released from him as he touched first one nipple then both, circling them with his fingertips and then grabbing her breasts and kneading them. It was sublime and every now and then, he would lean in a little further, allowing her to feel his rock hard erection against her upper thigh. Liquid trickled from her pussy down into the crack of her buttocks then on to the velvet sofa. She was hot and sticky and needed to part her legs and open herself up to him. Angelo had other ideas.
    “Are you