Free Captives of New Pompeii by Aubrey Ross

drifted lower. “Spread your legs. Give me
access to your pussy.”
    Her chest quivered beneath his hand, but she
moved her legs apart. He pressed his palm over her mound, slipping
his fingers between her thighs. Her folds were already damp and
incredibly hot. He parted her, allowing the air to caress her.
    She fidgeted in his arms, restless and
needy. “Be still.” He lightly stroked her clit with his middle
finger and she startled. “Don’t tense up. Let the sensations flow
through you.” A soft, distressed sound escaped her throat and she
rubbed against his fingers, trying to bring his touch back to her
clit. “Not yet. You haven’t earned an orgasm. On your knees.”
    Without hesitation, she slid down his body
and knelt in front of him. He imagined himself kneeling behind her
and thrusting deep into her slick passage. The image sent lust
stabbing into his balls, but he fought back the urge, knowing it
would be that much more intense when he finally fucked her.
    She still had her hands locked behind her
head. The position raised her breasts and arched her back. “You can
relax for a minute. Lower your arms.”
    Her hands unlocked and she lowered her arms,
pausing to roll her shoulders before resting her hands on her
thighs. He moved in front of her and unfastened his belt. Her gaze
moved expectantly to his fly, but he had no intention of taking off
his pants just yet. Instead, he drew the belt from its loops with a
slow, firm tug.
    “Wha—” She bit off the word and remained
silent.
    “Crawl over to the bunk then stand up and
bend over it, legs spread wide, forearms on the mattress.”
    She didn’t look at him or argue. She crawled
across the floor, offering him a delightful view of her flushed
slit. Then she stood and bent from the waist, widening her stance
as he braced herself against the bed. Wow. This view was even
better.
    “You will answer my questions honestly.
Don’t think about your answer just respond.” He rubbed one silky
ass cheek and then the other. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
    She looked back at him, eyes wide with
concern. “Yes. Is that what you’re going—”
    He swung his belt, lightly spanking her
across both cheeks. “You will only answer my questions.” Even with
the light swing her skin produced a fiery welt. He was going to
have to be so careful with her. “Did you find pleasure in the
act?”
    “Not when Mikko did it, but…”
    “Go on.”
    “One of my other lovers used a toy that
drove me crazy.” Sadness crept into her voice as she added, “He
knew all sorts of ways to make me crazy.”
    Rewarding her openness with a caress, he
stroked her ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs. “What happened
to him?”
    “Mikko had him killed,” she whispered. “The
authorities said he was mugged, but I knew better.”
    He brushed up the inside of her thigh and
gently teased her folds. “Why would Mikko send a man to bed you if
he’d been jealous enough to kill your lover?”
    “It hadn’t been his idea then. I dared to
step out on Mikko, and my lover paid for it with his life.”
    He let the details slide for now. They had
too many other hurts to vanquish. Moving to her side, he found her
clit from in front and gently circled the puffy nub. “Did you
intentionally put your lover in danger?”
    “No.” She hissed out a breath and rotated
her hips, attempting to keep his fingers over her clit.
    “Did he know who your husband was when you
fucked the first time?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then it wasn’t your fault. He knew what he
was risking when he went to bed with you.” He draped the belt over
his shoulder so he could use both hands. Slowly pushing into her
from behind, he gave her two long fingers to squeeze while he
caressed her clit with his other hand.
    Her hips rocked, driving his fingers deeper.
“Please let me come.”
    “Not yet, but soon.” Her inner muscles
fluttered and then resumed their firm clasp around his sliding
fingers. He drew out suddenly and