Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) Read Online Free PDF

orgasm a lot. Hardly ever. I mean, sex feels okay, usually, but it’s never been like you read about, where the girls have orgasms left and right. And, the ones I’ve had, I had to work for. This one just kinda came barreling at me like a freight train and then it wouldn’t go away. I’ve never had one that lasted more than a few seconds.”
    Well, shit . He’d been reticent about making love to her tonight because he didn’t want to deal with the whole “fall in love with the first Dom” thing, but if he’d just given her the best orgasm ever? It might be too late.
    He still needed to take care of her though. She was his responsibility tonight, and she’d just opened herself up to him even more with her admission.
    He stopped massaging and ran a finger down either side of her spine in a soft caress, letting his fingers skip over the body harness where it was in the way, and watched her shudder and squirm at the gentle touch. His heart caught in his throat. So precious, so sweet.
    “Are we done for the night, or do you want to see if we can replicate the experience?” he asked, knowing he should be trying to cut it short. However, part of him wanted to see if he could give her another explosive orgasm, while the rest of him wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet.
    “I don’t want to be done.” Her voice was hesitant and so small.
    He patted her bottom. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” He stepped to the refrigerator, retrieved the bottle of water, and took a long drink on his way back to her. “Sit up. I have some water for you.”
    “Oh,” she said as she rolled over and sat. “Thank you.”
    He put the bottle in her hand and she felt to be sure the lid was off, and then took a long drink before asking, “Can I take the blindfold off now? Please?”
    “I like the please , but I’d like to leave it on a little longer.”
    She reached her hand out, touched him, and said, “You’re still dressed.”
    “I am,” he agreed.
    “It feels strange, to be naked when you aren’t.”
    He took the water bottle, capped it, and set it on the side table. “Roll over and let me massage you while we talk.”
    She obeyed without arguing, but likely only because it was something she wanted to do anyway. Still, it was progress.
    “You were turned on by the leash,” he said as he rubbed her back around the rope harness. “The leash is a symbol of power imbalance. Or, in lifestyle speak, a power exchange. The submissive willingly gives up some of their power. It isn’t taken, it’s given.”
    “So, you having clothes on is another way to show the power imbalance?”
    “What do you think?”
    She laughed under his hands. “Okay, stupid question. Of course it is.”
    “As is having you kneel, using a blindfold, and insisting you keep your hands on your ankles.”
    “How does giving me a massage play into it?”
    “I want to make you feel good.” She started to argue and he interrupted. “You did well, consider this a reward. Also, I’m giving you a break before I ravish you again.”
    “You didn’t ravish me. You freaking fingered me and I came like I’ve never….” She lifted her head and turned it the other way. “I might detonate into nothingness if you actually ravish me.”
    Frisco pulled his shirt off, scooted back, and massaged Cassie’s ass. He didn’t have to work around the body harness here, and he pressed into the muscles with long, slow, strokes. She kept fit, and he could feel her muscles and tendons moving and shifting as he massaged them.
    Cassie moaned and moved her hips, and Frisco worked her up to a near frenzy again.
    He’d maneuvered so he was sitting on her legs, and now he stood beside the bed and ordered her to spread her legs.
    When she complied he made her spread them farther, and lift her hips so her clit wasn’t touching the bed.
    “Stay right there. I won’t leave the room. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
    She moaned as he walked away, and he made sure his feet