Free From Leather to Lace by Jasmine Hill

back, she grabbed his backside and pulled him more deeply into her, arching her back to thrust her breast farther into his mouth.
    He brought his head up so he could stare into her eyes before he dropped his mouth to her ear and bit softly on her earlobe. She gasped as the sensation sent a quiver of pleasure straight to her centre. She moaned and ran a hand up his spine to grab a fistful of his hair to hold him to her.
    “Come on, baby. Come for me one more time,” he muttered against her ear as his thrusts became faster and harder. He slammed into her again and again, grinding his pelvis against hers so he rubbed deliciously against her clitoris each time he pushed into her. She felt the ripples of pleasure start to crest as she frantically bucked against him.
    “Oh God, I’m close,” she cried as he swept her higher and higher until at last she was at the summit where she teetered deliciously on the brink before tumbling into a toe-curling orgasm. She clenched around him, her internal muscles milking him and triggering his own climax.
     
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    Sarah awoke to the delicious smell of coffee mixed with the scent of Maxwell’s aftershave as he leaned over her and kissed her good morning. She stirred and opened her eyes. He was dressed for work in a smart business suit, collared shirt and dark blue tie. He looked sexy and powerful and the mere sight of him set a fluttering deep in her belly.
    “I have to go, sweetness, I have an early meeting. Stay as long as you like. I’ll send the car back to pick you up and take you home.”
    “I can call for a taxi,” she mumbled sleepily. “I don’t want to put anyone out.”
    “You won’t be putting anyone out, Sarah. Will I see you this evening?”
    She stretched as she tried to form a response. “I have to work tonight and, being a Friday, I expect it will be a late one.”
    She thought she detected a slight narrowing of his eyes as he studied her intently. “What about tomorrow, will you come out on my boat?”
    “Tomorrow I can do,” she said with a smile as she sat up to brush a kiss across his cheek.
    “Good. I’ll pick you up at ten.” He ran his finger lightly down her jaw before he stood up. “I’ll see you then,” he said as he left the room.
    Ten was a little earlier than she normally liked to make arrangements after an evening of work, but the anticipation of seeing Maxwell would no doubt keep her energised. She smiled to herself as she slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. She would have a quick shower, head home and try for some more sleep before she left for Fantasy.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    After bending to slip on a shoe, Mistress Kitty stood and assessed her reflection in the mirror—not too bad. She wore fishnet suspender stockings with stiletto platforms. Her leather skirt was split up the middle to her waist. Underneath she wore a red and black corset body suit. Her nipples were tantalisingly perceptible beneath the gauze bustier and her dark hair hung in a thick braid over one shoulder.
    As she applied the finishing touches to her makeup she brooded about the previous week and her sessions for that evening. She had only managed to spend Thursday night with Maxwell owing to her commitments as Mistress Kitty, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to make up reasonable excuses for the evenings, particularly when he had suggested that he might stop by the restaurant where she had said she worked. She suspected that her waitressing pretext would soon generate further questions. It was fortunate that he hadn’t questioned her explanations thus far but she wondered how long she could keep up the charade.
    Then there was her feeling of restlessness, which she felt sure was affecting her work, as her mind just didn’t seem to be on the job—not that her job required too much discussion or in-depth thinking, she reflected, but any perception of preoccupation just wasn’t fair to her clients. That brought her thoughts full