The bedroom door opened, and Sandra stopped short at the sight. The room had been organized and put back together. Clean white sheets replaced the bloody ones from the night before, twelve varied sizes of pillows set fluffed against the headboard and the blanket and bedspread were neatly folded back, covering the lower half of the mattress. Her clothes had been folded and placed on the top of the dresser and on the corner of the bed, just as Creighton had said, was a small thin white box with a dark blue ribbon. She opened it to find a layer of emerald green tissue paper. Moving it aside, she found a small black camisole top and tiny matching panties. They were very soft, satin or silk she thought, trimmed in delicate black lace. They looked paper thin and she held them up to the light from the window, gasping when she saw how see-through they really were. It would be like wearing nothing at all and she smiled. That was obviously his reasoning in wanting her to wear them. Perverted modesty, she thought and giggled.

She took the paper-thin clothing and hurried into the bathroom. The idea of wearing this in front of the only man in the world who knew her intimately was extremely intriguing, and her heart began to race again.

Sandra turned on the faucets of the shower, and quickly pinned her hair on the top of her head, with a barrette she found in her purse. She stepped beneath the stream of water and sighed. It felt wonderful and warm as it washed across her sore muscles. On the shelf inside the tiled enclosure were bottles of liquid soap, shampoo, and conditioner. Knowing the fifteen minutes he gave her wouldn’t be long enough to dry her hair, she bypassed those items and poured a small amount of soap on a loofah. The scent was far too luxurious and feminine for a man like Creighton Ashford to use personally. She continued to wash her long legs and bottom, paying particular attention to those areas of special interest, before rinsing and shutting off the water.

She stepped out of the shower and dried off with the soft towel, then removed the barrette from her long reddish-brown hair. She slipped the soft, frail outfit across her slender frame with anxious fingers. Sandra turned to look in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, blushing when she looked at the woman staring back at her. The black camisole hung across her breasts, resting just above her navel. The outline of her nipples poked delicately against the fabric. The coloring of her flesh shone through the material like a ghostly silhouette. The panties were very small, very petite, and covered only the hair of her pubic area, which again was visible through the thin covering.

Cathy wore panties like these, Sandra thought, she called them thongs and until now she would never have considered wearing them herself. The truth was, they were quite comfortable and very sexy. She turned around in front of the mirror and gasped at the sight of her exposed bottom, with just a tiny black string of delicate lace showing above the top of her buttocks and around her waist. Sexy was definitely the idea of these things.

“Sandra?” Creighton called from the other room.

She was ready for him, ready for whatever special games he had in mind. She smiled at the thought and realized that right now, she still had the upper hand. She may be new at this whole seduction thing, but she had read enough books and seen enough romantic comedies to know how to tease a man. Quickly, she jumped up on the edge of the vanity and crossed her legs, feeling the cool granite beneath her bare bottom cheeks.

A soft knock sounded at the door and she drew a deep breath. Here we go, she thought as a twinge of excitement burned a path to all her secret places. The door pushed open and on the other side stood a bare-chested, bare-footed Creighton, still in his jeans he wore on deck. His dark hair was slightly windblown, and his sapphire eyes shined brightly as he inspected her on the granite perch.

He leaned against the frame of the door folding his arms in front of his bare chest. His eyes traveled from her face, down to her nearly nude chest, to her crossed legs. As though silently beckoned to do so, she uncrossed her knees and allowed her legs to dangle off the edge of the vanity, spreading them just enough to give a glimpse of what was hidden - barely - from sight. He smiled appreciatively and took a step toward her.

“Still like games, do you?” he asked in a husky tone.

He closed the door behind him as he slowly approached her. Sandra’s pulse quickened when their eyes locked, watching the dark emotion cross his sapphire eyes. He tenderly reached for her legs, traveling a single finger up the front from her calves to her knees, leaning into her, pressing his groin against her right calf and gently thrusting his hips into her leg.

“Let’s play,” he whispered and took her by the waist, lifting her off the counter to stand in front of him.

He leaned down, kissing her lips briefly, before turning her to face the full-length mirror. He stood very close behind her, his growing erection pressing into her buttocks through the soft fabric of his jeans. He bent down kissing her neck, biting and licking the soft skin. She watched him through the mirror as his tongue traveled up to her earlobe. His teeth gently bit the tender flesh, tugging on it until she gasped. The sight was hypnotic. She had felt his erotic touch last night, but watching him do this was…sensual, exciting, and stimulating.

“Foreplay is very important in a good sexual relationship,” he breathed against her ear. “You were very good at teasing me on deck, now I want you to do it again. Show me how you play with yourself.” She blushed, drawing a deep breath. “Play for me,” he urged, and she slowly shook her head.

“I don’t know how,” she admitted and watched the amusement creep its way into his dark eyes. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” He took her hands and placed them against her breasts.

“It’s easy,” he told her. “Close your eyes and pretend I’m touching you. Just relax, let go and have fun, like you did on deck.” He pressed her hands gently against the soft fabric of her camisole, rubbing them across her breasts. She could feel the pebble hard nipples against her palms.

“I want you to tease me, my love,” he whispered in her ear. “Drive me crazy, Sandra. Make me jealous.”

Slowly, awkwardly she began to rub her hands across her breasts, her eyes closed as he had instructed. Her heart began to pound, feeling his warm breath on her neck.

She felt slightly ashamed and very embarrassed, but she couldn’t stop, knowing he was watching her. The feeling was outrageous, her hands caressing her own body through the silky fabric, the material rubbing against her skin. Her head fell back against his shoulder, his breath a soft pant against her ear. She could feel his eyes burning into her as he watched through the mirror, spurring her onward. She felt the warmth of his hand on hers, edging her fingers toward her erect nipples.

“Pinch,” he demanded, and she obeyed, gasping at the sensation.

He moaned next to her ear, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him as she began pressing her bottom into him, pushing hard against his throbbing erection.

“More,” he demanded, edging her legs apart with his own, taking one of her hands and placing it against the soft material between her legs, the other behind her back to rub against the length of him.

She moaned, feeling the heat radiate through his clothes, matched equally by her own fever through the thin camisole. Where he was hard and pulsating, she was wet and throbbing. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his hard penis out, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and helped her stroke it. Once he knew she was comfortable touching him, he reached around to the front of her and moved the delicate material of her panties aside. Taking her hand and placing it between the folds of skin, he pushed her finger against the small nub of flesh. She gasped loudly when she felt it.

“I want you to cum,” he said urgently in her ear. “Use your fingers. Put them inside your tight body and cum for me.”

She did as he instructed, moaning, thrusting her fingers in and out of her wet vagina, just as he had done the night before. He groaned, moving her hand off his erection and between her swollen labia, pressing her fingers against the sensitive spot that begged to be touched. He pushed one of his large fingers deep into her, playing alongside her.

“Play with your clitoris,” he whispered. “I want you to rub it hard, pinch it like you did your nipple. I want to watch you cum.”

She groaned as he took her fingers and pushed two of them inside her wet opening, following suit with two of his own. It was tight and there was a moment of strain with the width of both hands, but her body quickly adjusted, and she began to enjoy it. He pressed her fingers forward against the front wall of her vagina, finding a small soft pad of flesh. The sensation was incredible and within a few moments, her breath began to escape in soft pants. She felt him shift behind her, briefly registering the sound of fabric falling to the floor.

Playing with her newly discovered clitoris aided in the experience and a few breathtaking moments later, she cried out, her body tensing, supported only by the strength of his arm around her waist. The need to continue was overwhelming, realizing he had removed his fingers, leaving only hers as the sole tormentor. The hard thrust of his penis pressed into her moist opening from behind, moving deeply into her tight body.

“Stay with me,” he urged her when she started to remove her fingers. His hand wrapped around her wrist, pushing her back inside. It was crazy, a sensation she would never forget, her fingers massaging the length of his shaft as he moved in and out of her at a steady pace. She felt like she was falling, but his arms remained her support, her lifeline as his legs pushed hers further apart.

“Open your eyes and watch,” he demanded in a deep, husky tone. “I want you to see this.”

She did as she was ordered, gasping at the sight of him making love to her in the mirror. He moved easily in and out of her, her fingers still inside her vagina, caressing both of them, her other hand playing with her clitoris, her delicate panties pushed aside. It was incredible, intoxicating and she found her need erupting again, calling out his name. Her fingers moved deep inside her own body. His hand wrapped around her wrist forcing her to move faster.

He continued to move steadily against her, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. Sweat beaded on her forehead as he grew harder, ramming into her savagely, one deep thrust after another until he exploded. His primal growl echoed through the small confines of the bathroom, joining her in the last few seconds of her orgasm.

Sandra moaned again, feeling his erection with her fingers, spasms raking the hard length of him. Instinctively, she leaned forward at the waist, her buttocks moving just enough that she felt her fingers go deeper inside her wet vagina. He clung to her as she continued to grind her bottom against him. The movement of her hips and the reposition of her pelvis made her come again and she heard herself scream her release, sweat dripping down her face and neck as she pushed against him harder. A few moments passed and she found herself literally falling to the floor as he laid her gently to the cool tile, his body stretched out behind her.

They lay together on the floor, their lungs panting for air, his arms wrapped around her waist. That was one of the most intense things she had ever experienced, she thought around her raging pulse. She had no idea she could make herself do anything like that. She no longer felt shame or embarrassment as she lay against his strong chest. She liked to tease him. She liked his response to her playful behavior. She knew in her heart, it wouldn’t take much to convince her to do this again, and she was more than eager now to continue with whatever special plans he had in mind for them that day.

“It’s my turn for the shower,” Creighton said as he leaned up on his elbow, looking down into her flushed face.

Sandra smiled at him feeling the deep blush etching her cheeks. He stood up and reached for her hand, helping her to her feet. He kissed her hand gently, then sucked on the fingers that had just been inside her, making her blush deepen.

Sandra glanced down his body as he stepped to the shower and turned on the faucets. It was the first time she had seen him…any man for that matter…like this. It was very hard to imagine that had been inside her, even now as he hung slightly limp yet still solid. He looked far too large for her.

“Keep that up and you’ll be in trouble again,” he told her, causing her to look up into his warm eyes.

He smiled at her expression and pulled her toward the shower, taking the rag from the vanity and wetting it under the stream of water, then squeezed it out before handing it back to her.

“Wash up while I’m in the shower, but don’t get undressed,” he winked at her. “I want to watch you take your clothes off.”

“Do I get to watch you?” she asked, surprised at her sudden audacity.

He laughed, turning to face her full-frontal, arms stretched out. He stepped backwards into the shower. She giggled as the water washed over his head and shoulders. She shut the shower door and did as he instructed, using the washrag to clean herself up. She turned on the faucet and smiled as he cursed profanely with the burst of cold water, quickly washing her hands before she readjusted her clothing.

Sandra stepped into the bedroom, leaving him to finish showering alone. She crawled into the middle of the bed, sitting cross-legged on the clean sheets, waiting for her new lover. The shower shut off and her heart began to pound within her chest as she heard him move about the attached room. A moment later the door opened, and he walked smoothly into the bedroom, smiling wickedly at the woman.

Creighton looked far more handsome than any man had the right to. Even with his wet hair and muscles, tanned skin, and sapphire eyes. He was still damp from his shower and fully naked as he approached her. It was obvious he was not ashamed of his body, and somehow it made her feel less embarrassed over her own near nakedness. Creighton watched her as he walked to the stereo controls on the wall and pressed a button. Soft music filled the air with the sounds of a jazz guitar solo and she slowly began to relax. The smile was still caressing his lips as he folded his arms across his chest, standing near the end of the bed, inspecting her sitting in the middle of the large mattress.

“You look like the frosting on top of that pastry you were eating,” he said with a deep chuckle. “You are so very innocent, but I can’t help wondering if you were even aware of what you were doing to me.” She blushed, lowering her eyes briefly.

“I’ve seen girls do similar things with food and it drove their boyfriends crazy,” she told him with a shy grin. “I hoped it would do the same to you.”

“Oh, that it did, my darling, but do you know what you were suggesting?” She shook her head. “Come here, sit on the end of the bed and I’ll show you what you were promising me.”

She did as he said and crawled slowly toward the end of the mattress, straddling the corner. He groaned as he watched her, smiling eagerly when he lifted her chin so their eyes locked.

“Do you want to know more?” he asked in a husky tone and she nodded without hesitation. “Then wet your lips.”

She frowned but did as ordered, slipping her tongue out to moisten her lips. She watched his eyes, her breath catching in her throat when he lifted his manhood to her mouth, then began to rub the tip of it across her kiss-swollen lips.

“Lick,” he commanded, and she did, without a second thought, smiling when he moaned at the sensation. He began to harden before her eyes and she nearly giggled at the sight, amazed at what she was seeing.

“Pretend I’m your pastry,” he said softly. “Do to me what you did to the cream topping.”

She felt like he was turning her into his puppet, but she obeyed willingly. Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue across the tip of him as she had the top of the sweet dessert. Gently he pressed the tip of his penis against her lips and into her mouth, moaning deeply. Sandra’s eyes opened wide, and she looked up at him, remembering a time when Cathy told her about doing this after finding her first boyfriend. She couldn’t comprehend everything her sister said at the time, but it was becoming vividly clear now.

“Suck,” he ordered, and she did just that.

He was hard and soft, all in the same instant, and she found herself opening her mouth wider as he moved in and out at a slow pace, mimicking the same motion he had used inside her body. Each movement took him in deeper, caressing her tongue with his penis. She tipped her head back, intending to look up at him, but found the full length of him slipping into her throat.

She was frightened at first, unable to breathe, but he withdrew and allowed her to catch her breath, before moving slowly back in and down her throat a second time. He continued the slow in and out thrusting for several long moments and she could feel him harden with each stroke.

Instinctively, she wrapped her lips around her teeth, then began to suck hard, her tongue licking and swirling around the length of him as he pulled out, relaxing her mouth and throat as he moved in. He groaned and gently splayed his hand on the back of her head, his fingers winding in her long hair. He moved her head against him gently, picking up the pace and closing his eyes to the sensations.

“I’m going to cum,” he whispered hoarsely, stilling her head. “If you don’t like it, spit it out, but I want you to try it.”

She looked into his eyes and watched as his need echoed in the deep blue depths. A moment later she heard him as well as felt him, when his passion exploded, tasting the hot liquid as it filled her throat. She pulled away a moment later, unable to breathe, smiling at the expression of awe in his eyes. It really wasn’t as bad as Cathy had told her it would be, but she swallowed most of it without tasting it.

“You are amazing beyond words, my little virgin,” he said, lifting her by the shoulders and kissing her lips passionately.

“I don’t know much,” she said honestly a few moments later. “But I have a sister who talks a lot and I’ve always been a quick learner.”

“And I have plenty to teach you,” he whispered.

Turning, he adjusted the volume higher on the stereo, and looked back at her, offering her a wicked grin.

“Dance for me,” he whispered, holding her hands and walking back to the bed, sitting on the edge she had just vacated while she stood before him. His hands ran slowly up her outer hips, around to her bare bottom where he squeezed gently.

“Start slow, just move to the rhythm. Once you feel comfortable enough with what you’re doing, I want you to undress, like you did on deck, but much slower.”

“You like being teased?” she asked with another blush.

“Very much. I love watching you move, like when you walked away from me on the beach. You deliberately wiggled your backside to me. You have no idea how desperately I wanted to hold it and bite it, each cheek in turn.”

“Do you still want to?” She couldn’t believe she had just asked him that.

“Yes, I do, desperately, and I will, but right now I want you to dance for me.”

She frowned when he released her, smiling at her as he leaned back on the bed, fully naked, waiting for her to entertain him. With a deep breath and a rush of blood to her neck and face, Sandra took a step backward and began to move with the beat of the music, awkwardly at first and very slowly.

As the tune played on, her courage began to build while she watched Creighton’s eyes roam across her body. She moved her hands up her sides and into her hair, lifting it off her shoulders. She was embarrassed. She had never had a desire to strip for a man before, but it quickly began to feel exciting, intriguing, and wicked, and she found herself slowly becoming aroused.

Sandra felt a spur of courage after watching him lick his lips, his erection growing with each sway of her slender hips. She slid her hands down her body to the outside of her legs and back up her inner thighs, across her torso to her shoulders, taking careful steps to avoid touching herself again. She continued to sway, relaxing into the movements, her hands caressing her arms, her legs, her stomach, and her hips.

With a shy smile, she slowly moved her hands up beneath the thin camisole, caressing and massaging her breasts, pushing them together, and watching the expression of passion and delight cross Creighton’s handsome face. His erection hardened with each movement, throbbing in front of him as he straightened up on the bed.

Deftly, she moved her fingers across her breasts, massaging the round globes, pinching and pulling her nipples, just as she had in the bathroom. Creighton’s passion began to burn while he watched her dance. Her smile widened as she ran her hands slowly down her stomach again to the top of her panties. Sandra moved the tips of her fingers under the waistband of the lacy material. Her right hand slowly caressed the short curly hair at the junction of her legs. She could feel the moisture beneath the curls as her fingers brushed over them, and nearly giggled, watching the expression of utter amazement cross the man’s face.

Creighton moaned when she slid a finger inside her vagina, slowly moving it in and out of her wet body, her hips gyrating slowly. She felt very naughty, and wicked as she removed her hand and hooked her thumbs inside the lacy band around her waist. She pulled the material across her hips with painstaking slowness, allowing it to fall to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of them, her foot catching the lacy string and lifting them in the air. Creighton reached up instinctively and caught the black fabric as she flipped her foot, sending the panties flying toward him. He smiled as he caught them, pressing his nose to the material and breathing deeply.

His actions were shocking and erotic, spurring her on as she continued to dance. She moved her hips in a slightly larger circle, running her fingers across the firm mounds of her buttocks, massaging them with soft caresses and methodically moved her hands back up her sides, across her stomach, and under her camisole again. She massaged her breasts for a few moments, then very slowly pulled the black material over her head, dropping it to the floor. Her hands continued to caress her breasts, moving down her stomach to her thighs, back up to her crotch to play with the soft brown curls. She bent over at the waist, grasping her ankles with her hands, and smiled as he groaned deeply. Sandra straightened up and looked at him innocently. Creighton was incredible. His erection was rock hard and throbbing against his stomach, making her feel more wanton than ever before.

By the end of the song, they were both panting with desire. Sandra felt very wicked, very wet, and eager for his next lesson. She reveled in the knowledge that teasing him was quickly becoming her favorite pastime. It was erotic and stimulating and she loved watching his erection harden.

She smiled innocently at the man as another song started. The sounds of a saxophone filled the room. Creighton reached a hand to her, taking hers and pulling her into him until she stood directly in front of him, his nose level with her erect nipples. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him backward on the bed and climbed onto his lap, moving her hips against his arousal. His breath seemed to hitch inside his throat, and she found the strength to moan for them both. He lifted her bottom up in his hands and helped her gyrate against him harder.

“I need you,” he whispered, and she could feel the heat radiate beneath his touch. “Help me,” he ordered as he reached for her hips and moved backward on the bed, lifting her across the length of his erection.

“Up, on your knees,” he instructed, smiling when she obeyed. He reached down between her legs and lifted his penis as the tip rubbed against her moisture.

“Take hold and slide it inside you,” he said softly. Sandra frowned, but did as he instructed and gasped as the hard tip of him slipped inside her wet opening.

“Slowly sit down,” he told her. Sandra drew in a deep breath and lowered her hips across him, moaning at the fullness inside her. She looked apprehensive as he continued to fill her, and he chuckled at the expression on her face.

“It will fit. You just have to let your body adjust to the size.”

She relaxed against him and was amazed that he was able to slide in deeper. Once he was sheathed within her tight body, she braced her hands on his chest and waited. Creighton reached for her bottom and lifted her up across him, then slowly back down, again and again.

“You do it,” he told her, and she began to move up and down on him, watching the passion grip his face with each stroke of her tight body. She continued the movements across his length until she felt dizzy, then closed her eyes.

“I need you, now,” Creighton growled, and she understood what he meant.

She nodded, preparing for his passionate assault. He drew a deep breath and thrust into her with a fluent, steady movement. She moaned at the length of him filling her at a firm and even pace. She arched against him, her arms bracing behind her on his long legs, and she gasped at the deeper contact of their bodies. The familiar tingling began deep inside her, and she found herself moving with him, his thrusts increasing, her movements quickening.

It happened before she knew it, taking her by surprise as a deep orgasm ripped at her insides, plummeting her into a tidal wave of passion. Sandra cried out, sitting back up as he thrust against her hard, her arms braced on his shoulders. She found herself rotating her hips, growling her release, quickly feeling the length of him grow inside her. Creighton growled savagely against her, holding her tightly across him.

A few moments later, Sandra collapsed against his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath her ear, both panting and moist with sweat. She closed her eyes and sighed, drawing a deep breath. Creighton shifted positions and rolled her onto the mattress beside him.

“You are amazing, my little virgin lover,” he told her in a tone of pure awe.

“I’m not a virgin anymore, remember?” She couldn’t help but smile as he laughed, his tone deep and relaxed.

“I remember all too well,” he told her, kissing the tip of her nose. “I know now is probably not the best time to ask, but are you on anything?” Sandra frowned. “Are you taking anything for birth control?” She blushed profusely and shook her head, silently cursing herself for not listening to her sister.

“I didn’t think so.”

“Are you?” she asked in a hushed whisper.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, caressing her cheek with a long finger. “I wasn’t thinking very clearly last night, and things just sort of happened, and it didn’t occur to me today either.” Her eyes widened as his words began to sink in.

“I will take full responsibility. I can assure you, I don’t have any diseases, and I have never gone without protection before, it’s just that you were so eager, and I was not going to object any more than I already had. After all, I am only human.” She swallowed and leaned her head back against the soft bed.

“So, you do regret last night,” she said matter-of-factly.

“No, never,” he answered as he tipped her chin, so she looked at him. “What happened last night…and today for that matter…was better than anything I could ever have hoped for. I will never regret making love to you.”

“What are the chances of…anything happening?” she asked in a very quiet tone. “It was only one night.” Creighton leaned into her and kissed her full, swollen lips.

“There are thousands of people running around this world from only one-night encounters. We’ll just have to bide our time and see what happens. As for now, we’ll be much more careful and not worry.” Sandra smiled shyly and accepted another kiss from him, this one much longer and much softer than the last.

“You really have never gone without protection?” she asked a few moments later. He shook his head in answer. “Even in the hayloft?”

“Even in the hayloft,” he assured her. “As much as I fancied Miriam, I wasn’t ready to be a father. I was just a kid, and I’m happy it worked out the way it did. We would never have lasted anyway. She really likes the lasses, and even though she enjoys an occasional sausage, she’s just not the motherly type.” Sandra giggled softly at the man’s use of slang.

“Have you ever found anyone you wanted to start a family with?” He lowered his eyes and cleared his throat, and she realized with a start that she really didn’t want to know.

“I have to thank you, Creighton,” she said quickly, watching the confusion cross his face. “When I came to France, I told myself it was a way to connect with my parents, but more than that, I really needed to get away to think. I needed to figure out what I wanted in life. I’ve lived so many years in books that I think I forgot how to live. I’ve thought often about moving away from Kansas, but I’ve never had the courage to do anything so drastic. When I came here, I was hoping of finding some answers, but what I found were adventure and passion, and that will forever be in my heart. I just don’t know if any other man will ever be able to compare to what you’ve shown me. I mean, will I ever be happy with the way another man loves me?”

“I don’t think I like how that sounds,” he told her with a deep frown. “I don’t like the idea of another man touching you, and I never intended this to be a summer romance or a simple rendezvous.” Sandra smiled.

“I don’t see a way around it.”

“I do,” he said with a half-grin. “I can tie you to this bed and keep you as my prisoner until you’re either too old, or too lost in my love, to leave me.”

“Do you think tying me up would do it? I can still scream you know.”

“I can remedy that as well, but I probably wouldn’t. I like hearing you scream,” he winked at her and began teasing one of her nipples with his long finger.

“You wouldn’t really tie me up?” she asked, her throat was very dry, and her heart skipped a beat. Was she in danger with this man?

“Without a doubt,” he admitted proudly. “You know, bondage isn’t only for holding a person hostage. It can be very enjoyable as well.”

“How can a person find joy out of being tied up?” She couldn’t believe he was even suggesting such a thing, and her heart began to beat with apprehension. He smiled softly, leaning down and sucking one of her nipples.

“There are a lot of ways of making love,” he whispered. “I can show you so many new and exciting things that would drive you wild.” Those words brought a jolt to her nerves, traveling to her deeper regions. Then she remembered what he had said the day before.

“Is that what your hayloft girl taught you?” she asked, watching his expression grow darker as his smile grew larger.

“Yes, part of it. I could introduce you to a much darker, much deeper orgasmic side of sex if you are willing.” Sandra frowned.

“That sounds too much like a Star Wars-type of thing, and we all know what happened to Darth Vader. I’m not sure I can face the temptation between good and evil like Luke Skywalker did.” Creighton laughed, pulling her into his embrace.

“Unlike Luke Skywalker, I’m not your father, and the dark side I’m talking about is very easy to come back from. No evil overlord involved.”

“But it all sounds too…weird…and very immoral.”

“There is nothing wrong with sexual role play when it’s two consensual adults. If more married couples learned to experiment with different aspects of their relationship, this world wouldn’t have so many divorces, and prostitutes would be out of a job.” Sandra laughed at this but realized he was probably right.

“What do you want to teach me? It doesn’t mean I’m going to agree, mind you, but I would be willing to listen.”

Creighton’s eyes lit up like a child in a candy store, and he stood from the bed, walking into the adjoining office and leaving Sandra alone.

A twinge of excitement mingled inside her with a wave of apprehension. She wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into, but she enjoyed all he had taught her thus far. Sandra bit her bottom lip, knowing without a doubt that it wouldn’t take much for her to cross the line, into the darker side of sexual pleasure. Even Yoda wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation, if he were faced with the incredible erotic talents, of Creighton Ashford.