Free Chastity Flame by K. A. Laity

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familiarity and comfort. It may be fleeting—what relationships of
hers were not?—but she decided to let it happen and enjoy it while
it lasted. Damien's hands felt wonderful. The tips of his fingers
sought out the tender places on her feet, not to tickle them, but
to singe the nerve endings with gentle caresses. It was
working.
    She felt all the tension and
irritation of her morning with Monitor slip away. Her whole body
relaxed and he was only on the left foot so far. Chastity began to
wonder if she might just melt into a pool of drool from her relaxed
state. She crossed her hands behind her head and hummed an old
tune, one that welled up out of the past, one she couldn't quite
name but knew in her bones.
    "You're humming," Damien said, as he
continued to work his fingertips into her ankle and heel. "I don't
recognize the song."
    Chastity tried to bring her thoughts
up from the pleasant fluffy clouds of oblivion that threatened to
fill her brain. "It's an old Castilian song," she said at last.
"Although it may really be a gypsy song. I'm not entirely sure. I
don't even think I can remember the words, but the tune is there in
my memory."
    "Other foot," Damien said at last, as
Chastity continued to hum the refrain. Obediently, she switched
feet and reclined once more into indolence. "Relaxing?" he asked
needlessly. Chastity nodded, or thought she did, because she was
drifting off, if not into sleep then into something resembling it.
Reverie—this is a reverie, she thought. The gentle pressure of
Damien's fingers up and down her foot eased every bit of stress
right out of her body and let her mind float gently above all
cares. She wondered, is this what life is like for normal
people?
    The reverie didn't last for long.
Damien decided to augment the massage with a little tasting,
nibbling on her instep before he stuck her big toe in his mouth to
suck it gently, then with increasing strength. Chastity wriggled
with pleasure but still gave into indolence, allowing him to
continue to make all the effort. Damien slurped her toes, each in
turn and gave her a tingly delightful feeling. It traveled like an
electric shock up her leg and she sighed happily. "Yummy yum yum
yummy yum yom yom," she muttered.
    Damien took this as encouragement and
began to make progress up her leg. Combining nips and tonguing
kisses, he worked up to Chastity's knee and lingered, tickling her
behind the bend and making her squirm even more. Pausing for a
moment, he rested his other hand on her other knee, stroking her
calves as he grinned up at her half-closed eyes.
"Yummy."
    She knew what was coming next, but the
slowness of his approach made the whole process even more
delicious. Damien ran his fingers along her thighs, as if testing
the resilience of the flesh. He gently pushed her legs apart.
Compliant after his ministrations, Chastity let him do as he
wished. As he reached up to grasp the roots of her curly hair, he
also sunk his teeth into the skin more firmly. It felt as if a low
hum were being turned up to a higher pitch.
    Damien brushed his face against her
lips, barely touching, but making her clit throb all the more. His
two hands pushed her thighs apart and his tongue reached out to
stroke the tender skin between. Chastity moaned. He drew his tongue
between the furrow of her lips and circled the inflamed bud, making
her buck beneath his hands, but he only gripped her even tighter.
Chastity could feel the honey drip down, but he wasn't ready to
satisfy her with either tongue or fingers, but continued to tease
her until she was ready to scream. She began to sit up, but he
growled at her and she collapsed weakly with a smile.
    Her body was so electric that it could
practically sing. He slipped one hand up to circle his palm across
her belly, which seemed to cool the fires ever so slightly and to
take some of the edge off her growing frustration. Of course, the
moment she had begun to relax, he jammed two fingers into the
welcoming wetness of