Chapter Thirty-Five

Tori gloried in how well her plan was going. She’d won her payback and then some. And she’d had fun playing the Dominatrix. Who knew it could be so gratifying?

She had discovered she liked it both ways, and today she’d dished out much-needed revenge for the games Ian had played on her. He had liked it, too, if his moans were any indication.

She reached over to drag a stool near him. Thinking ahead to how much fun they were going to have, she placed one booted foot upon it to give him better access to her sex.

Then she ceased being able to think at all as his tongue laved her sex, lovingly caressing her flesh before unerringly finding her clit. He flicked it sharply.

She about collapsed onto the floor. Grabbing his shoulders, she needed his strength to remain upright. He licked her voraciously, and she pushed her mons at him. She wanted to rub it in his face. Throwing her head back, she shut her eyes and writhed, her body shuddering, as he tormented her, his tongue teasing her clit then drifting away. Taking her closer to bliss, then easing back. Again and again, he played this new game.

Moaning, she sought the budding climax even as she luxuriated in the intense pleasure, wanting it to go on forever. Colors and twinkling stars floated within and about her, a breathtaking aurora borealis of sexual sensation, and she gave herself over to every last bright swirl of tingling delight. Dropping her head back, she sucked in air, drawing ever closer to the explosion. Then, on a keening cry, she blew apart in a shower of brilliant, sparkling pleasure.

She floated on air, basking in the afterglow, until slowly, she came down to earth. She lowered her foot and leaned down to tenderly kiss his forehead.