Indigo Bloome Collection: The Avalon Trilogy: Destined to Play, Destined to Feel, Destined to Fly. Indigo Bloome

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       He raises one eyebrow and gives me a quirky smile. ‘Hmmm … good question.’ Oh dear, what does he have in mind?

       ‘Do you need to go?’ His question surprises me as he indicates the toilet.

       ‘Oh … No! And certainly not with you in here.’ I sound indignant.

       He washes his hands with warm water and carefully dries them.

       ‘For goodness’ sake, Jeremy, what is all this about?’

       ‘Me winning, you los—’ He stops himself short. ‘You, let’s say, not winning.’

       I give him an exasperated sigh and roll my eyes. His eyes darken as he steps toward me.

       ‘Tell me what the condition of our bet was, Alexa.’

       Oh, here we go … ‘“Without complaint”, Jeremy.’

       ‘Good, I’m pleased you remember. Turn around and place both your hands on the mirror and above your head.’

       ‘What?’ He turns me around, so I’m facing myself in the mirror, with him standing directly behind me. Even with my killer heels on he is taller than me.

       ‘Now!’ He impatiently grabs my hands.

       ‘Alright, alright.’ I sense that this is going to be a very long night.

       I do as he asks and wiggle my butt back to where he is standing to lighten his mood. I can feel his erection swelling behind me. Ah, Jeremy, you are very turned on by this! We both let out a small, amused laugh as we catch our reflection in each other’s eyes. His eyes are burning with excitement and arousal.

       He hitches up my skirt around my waist and pulls my knickers down to my ankles, waiting for me to step out of them. I give him a resigned sigh and lift my left foot. He ensures my legs are spaced wide apart.

       ‘Thank you,’ he says politely, as if offering me a chair to sit down.

       What is he up to?

       He kisses my neck and snakes his arm around my waist not wasting a moment before heading south and cupping my sex.

       ‘This is going to be fun. Don’t take your palms off the mirror, Alex. I mean it.’

       He takes something out of his pocket and places it on the small shelf close to him, out of my line of sight.

       Then he starts to play. One hand on the small of my back, underneath my bunched up skirt — although it is pretty short anyway — the other around my front where his magic fingers begin their tantalising quest. The juices within me enable a smooth gliding path for his ease of access. My eyes start to glaze over as the touch of his internal massage gathers impact and precision. He is watching me intently. I start to moan as the tension of the day takes its leave, only to be replaced by another form of rising sexual tension. My palm slips from its position, leaving a moist handprint in its wake.

       ‘Do not move your hands.’ I attempt to splay my fingers more firmly in place, in the hope of securing greater grip. Oh god … He continues his assault and I know I am close now, hungry for the release only a moment away. How does this happen so quickly with him? His fingers and thumb work in perfect unison and I am on the cusp … the very cusp … enter the vastness … the stillness … losing all sense of awareness … and explode into the beauty and wonder of what he can do to my body. My head leans against the mirror with my hands and elbows as my body convulses to the rhythm he has created when I suddenly feel an unexpected intruder — a shocking, warm, full, sliding intruder, in my arsehole. My sphincter automatically tightens around it.

       ‘What the fuck is that?’ I pant out the words as I recover my equilibrium, well sort of recover …

       ‘A butt plug. A couple of mates have just designed it. They want to use their degrees in business and science to develop a business in sex toys, so I offered to test this design for them.’

       How can he possibly do the most outrageous things to me then flow immediately on to normal conversation? About sex toys? It even manages to distract me momentarily from my current situation.

       ‘What is it doing up my arse, Jeremy?’

       ‘You have a beautiful arse, Alex. I want to explore it more and since I won our bet, tonight I can. And the best thing is, I know I won’t have a single complaint from you.’ As his face explodes into a mischievous grin, I realise I haven’t dared to move an inch since he inserted the invader. The more tense I become, the more I feel it and try to squeeze it out but it just won’t budge. I’m not even game to put my hand anywhere near it. I am aghast, standing staring at him in the reflection.

       ‘The theme of our evening is Marco Polo,’ he states proudly as I maintain my mannequin position. He cannot be serious.

       ‘Just as he discovered undiscovered territories of the world, so am I going to explore and discover the undiscovered territories of your body.’

       Oh god, he is serious and looking quite chuffed with himself.

       ‘Breathe, Alex, and you can move by the way. You will be okay, it will just feel a little strange until your body adjusts to the sensations it creates.’

       ‘Since when did you become such an expert on these things, Jeremy?’ I splutter the words at him.

       ‘Let’s just say I’m well researched.’

       He bends down to pick up my foot. My body jerks in response to the forced movement as he deftly places my knickers back in position. His fingers gently feel the plug, giving it a little push and pull, which makes me gasp out loud before he adjusts my skirt back into a respectable position.

       ‘Perfect. Thanks for wearing a short skirt tonight, very convenient. Are you ready to join the others? We’ve been in here a while now.’

       I stare at him in horror. It hadn’t yet dawned on me that I’d be expected to socialise. His eyes twinkle at the look on my face.

       ‘Or would you prefer to go panty-less?’

       ‘God no!’ I freeze in fear at the thought. His lips twitch at the corners.

       ‘You can be such an arsehole, Jeremy.’

       ‘Oh, sweetheart, believe me I know, no pun intended I’m sure. And to think, the night has only just begun.’

       I look at myself in the mirror and am surprised to see flushed cheeks and a post-orgasm glow on my face instead of the ashen pale face I was expecting due to the invasive plug.

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