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blanket of anticipation.
    What felt like hours brought the blissful sound of footsteps against the stairs, her heartbeat felt like it would punch through her chest.
    Finally…

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    With the dining room now prepped to his liking, Neil returned to the cellar. All was quiet as he carefully descended, leaving the light off. Marie made no sound except for the light breathing. He lit a match and grabbed the small candle he’d left out earlier, placing it on the cabinet at the bottom of the stairs. The effect looked good as the flame flickered, sending shadows over Marie’s body. Walking around her he went to the far end of the corridor, placing another candle on a sconce five foot up the wall. The light would bounce off the ceiling and keep them both in semidarkness.
    It resembled a medieval passageway or a horror movie set. Marie looked down, keeping her eyes from him as he came to stand in front of her.
    “Cold?”
    “A little Sir.”
    “I’ll warm you up in a few minutes. Need a drink?”
    “No Sir.”
    “Okay. Are you ready to begin?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Good girl.”
    Neil knew she needed this. He’d learned last year that the stress quickly got to her. If she didn’t, Marie would have anxiety attacks. Anything he could do to alleviate the stress, he would do. This way she also enjoyed it.
    Opening the dungeon door, a little light spread into the corridor. Going inside Neil went to the many drawers which contained their extensive collection of toys and objects of pleasure.
    He returned with his choices and closed the door, bringing back the candle light. Neil set everything on a small cupboard a few feet from the support. In his planning, he’d considered blind folding her but realized the corridor would be dark enough. There was a single light bulb above his head, enough to shower the passageway with light. The candles allowed them both some mystery. Marie loved mystery, loving the scenes he created for her. She trusted him implicitly and that made him proud. Sometimes they planned scenes together but doing things in the spur of the moment—unplanned and random—were the best of times.
    Watching the flames and the shimmering light trickle her body with dancing light almost mesmerized him as he stood still, taking her in. Stepping closer, he could literally smell her scent, his body so close they almost touched. Dark shadows bounced off her curves, a wedge of darkness hid in her cleavage. It all added to the intrigue of the moment, building up the tension.
    Head down, Neil tipped her cheek upwards.
    “I want to see your eyes,” he demanded.
    He knew her body better than his own. Her desires, her needs, the sensual areas and how to stimulate her, she was his favorite subject. Shades of mottled light and shadow sheltered those eyes, hints of brilliant blue shone through for him. Marie’s large breasts were now taut with her arms raised, her nipples hard and nearly an inch long. He grabbed her right breast and dipped his head, eyes still looking up at her. His tongue flicked out and lashed at the nub. Marie moaned back at him. Letting go and pulling back, his forefinger flicked hard, several times. He dipped again, his tongue assaulting her, biting, and sucking. One thing about Marie that Neil loved more than anything was her ability to orgasm by stimulating her nipples—a talent he often took advantage of. Today would be no exception. Right now the trunks he made her wear would be soaking wet.
    Using the back of his fingertips, he tapped each nipple in turn, making sure they stung over a minute or so. A change of tact as he kept her guessing, tracing his index finger down between her breasts, over her belly to the elasticated band of the trunks. Index and forefinger ran over the cloth to the fly hole. His fingers slipped inside. Feeling the damp pubic hair against his skin made him smile. Down he went, deeper to find her folds, wet and sticky to be rewarded with a groan. Neil pulled