Claim Me (Your Pet For The Night) Read Online Free PDF

to move but he pressed her with that gentle firmness, that strength that told her she was his, and that tenderness which told her he would not hurt her, that he would only care for her. “Stay still,” he said, sending his finger over her lips. She made to bite his digit and he recoiled playfully, their smiles meeting each other at the exact same time.
    He looked down the length of her body, and Jolene saw admiration in his eyes. His hands ran down her legs, touching their smooth, shiny skin, feeling their shape. They ran up the insides of her thighs, stopping just before the pit that marked the land of her womanhood. He applied a gentle pressure, spreading her legs wide on the bed, baring her to him, revealing her sticky, swollen sex in all its glory, its beauty.
    “Wow,” he whispered genuinely. “It gets me every time.” He slid two hands beneath her buttocks and, with effortless strength and a gliding-smooth movement, hoisted her off the mattress before slipping a pillow neatly under her.
    Jolene let her eyes softly close and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, excitement welling inside her, anticipation of the night that had yet to begin unfolding. She always closed her eyes when her lover touched her, when they commenced their communion with the caring caresses. She liked the uncertainty. She did not know when her lovers touch would come, or where it would be. But she knew that, at some point, he would touch her and that the contact would send sparkling signals searing through her body.
    She first felt his touch on her right ankle, but it was not his hands at first. It was something much softer, a fabric. She smiled, laughing a little in delight as she realized what it was. She felt him binding her leg to the bedpost with one of her scarfs. Then the second one was bound to the other side, leaving her sex gaping open, trembling and quivering with moistened anticipation.
    The next touch of fabric she felt were on her eyes, something made of silk, another scarf perhaps. She felt his hand beneath her head, felt him lift her slowly upward and slide the silk beneath her. He wrapped it around her eyes and across the upper portion of her nose so that, when she opened them with a playful laugh, she could not see anything.
    “Oh,” she whispered breathlessly, the shivering realization of what was to come sending tingles down her body to converge on her sex.
    She heard the scrape of a match, just a light hint of friction, before the sharp flare of fire reached her ears. She squealed softly, smelling the growing scent of incense, feeling their aromatic fingers slip inside her nose, thick and thrilling.
    “Darling,” she whispered as she heard her lover walk around the room. She knew what he was doing and it had been so long since they had loved each other in this way. She heard the padded footsteps of his feet on the wooden floor, heard him move from one side of the room to the other before returning to her. She felt his warmth as he neared, felt his presence beside her, felt the mattress move beneath her as he sat himself on the edge of the bed.
    Her nipples grew stiff in anticipation. Jolene was panting quickly.
    The first touch of hot wax landed on her breast and she gasped, feeling the pain penetrate her, feeling the ensuing pleasure that flared up like one of the struck matches. She felt him drizzle the wax over her breast, around her areola before reaching her nipples, covering them in them a peak of molten wax. The wax was searing, and the pain was present, but only fleetingly as the air was cool and the wax quickly last its bite and hardened. The wax was like armor over her stiff nipples, a coating that would protect them from any outside touch, if only momentarily. He moved to the other breast, and the hot drizzle of wax forced a gasp out of her mouth again, before her mouth twitched into a vicious smile, relishing the pain she felt pierce her only to unleash a pleasure within her.
    When a third drizzle of