Laid and Leveraged (15 page)

Enshrouded
in
darkness,
Michelle
was
unable
to
see
anything.
She
felt
vulnerable
standing
in
the
middle
of
a
strange
hotel
room,
naked,
blinded,
and
waiting
for
Roger.
She
wondered
how
long
he'd
make
her
wait.
Should
she
keep
standing
here
or
move
to
the
bed?

“
And
here
I
thought
you
planned
on
taking
all
night.
”

Michelle
jumped
at
the
sound
of
Roger's
voice.
He
must
be
standing
no
more
than
a
foot
from
her!
She
never
even
heard
him
come
into
the
room!
Cat
indeed.

She
felt
his
fingers
reach,
brushing
ever
so
lightly
against
her
breasts
as
he
lifted
the
necklace
up.

“
It
looks
better
on
you
than
I
even
imagined,
”
he
breathed,
his
voice
laced
with
wonder.
Abruptly,
he
dropped
the
necklace
and
placed
a
firm
hand
on
her
shoulder.

“
Let's
get
started,
”
he
said
as
though
they
were
back
in
the
board
room
and
he
was
leading
a
meeting.
“
Come.
”

“
But,
”
she
protested.
“
I
can't
see
where
I'm
walking.
”

“
That
is
the
point,
”
he
drawled.
“
You
will
finally
feel
what
it
means
to
follow
my
commands,
Michelle.
”
He
leaned
in
closer,
his
warm
mouth
brushing
against
her
ear.
“
And,
I
believe,
you
won't
be
left
disappointed.
”

The
not
so
subtle
promise
of
what
he
would
do
to
her
made
Michelle
weak
in
the
knees.
She
let
him
take
her
by
the
hand
and
followed
him
through
a
door
into
another
room.
The
cold
marble
under
her
bare
feet
made
Michelle
think
they
must
be
in
the
master
bath.

“
You're
going
to
step
down
now,
”
he
told
her,
his
hand
still
grasping
hers.

Michelle
found
the
edge
of
the
step
and
lowered
herself
in.
Her
foot
came
into
contact
with
warm
water.
I
few
more
steps
led
her
to
believe
that
she
was
in
a
large
bathtub
or
small
pool.
The
water
came
up
to
just
below
her
knees.

“
Sit
down
and
lean
back,
”
Roger
commanded.

She
did
as
he
said,
feeling
the
smooth
tile
of
the
tub
against
her
backside
as
she
leaned
against
the
edge.
The
water
felt
wonderful
as
it
slipped
between
her
legs
and
breasts,
caressing
her
smooth,
aching
flesh.

She
heard
Roger
shrugging
out
of
his
clothes
and
then
the
soft
splashes
as
he
waded
into
the
water
with
her.
She
wanted
to
take
the
blindfold
off,
wanted
to
see
his
naked
body
too.
Michelle
reached
for
the
ties
at
the
back
of
her
head.

“
No!
”
Roger's
sharp
rebuke
sounded
like
a
parent
scolding
a
child.

She
let
go
of
the
ties.

“
You
have
much
to
learn,
Michelle,
about
obedience.
”
She
felt
him
come
close
to
her,
perhaps
squatting
down
beside
her.
His
hand
reached
out,
sliding
a
tendril
of
hair
away
from
her
neck,
his
thumb
pausing
to
stroke
the
pulse
in
her
throat.

“
Let's
see
just
how
good
you
can
be,
”
he
purred.

Michelle
felt
a
pang
of
longing
and
an
aching
between
her
legs.
She
turned
toward
him
and
reached
out
a
hand
to
touch
his
skin.
She
felt
her
hand
slapped
away.

“
No!
”
he
scolded
her
again.

“
Kiss
me,
”
she
begged.

Roger
chuckled.
“
Patience,
little
one,
”
he
crooned.

A
warm
palm
slid
down
Michelle's
chest
and
wrapped
around
one
of
her
firm
breasts.
She
arched
her
back
into
Roger's
touch.
His
thumb
flicked
across
her
nipple
and
she
cried
out
when
he
squeezed
it
tight
enough
to
cause
just
a
twinge
of
pain.
Much
to
Michelle's
disappointment,
he
let
go.
A
moment
later
her
returned.
Michelle
could
smell
lavender,
and
then
his
hands,
slick
with
soap,
swept
over
her
already
tingling
breasts.
As
he
lathered
her,
Michelle
felt
a
sweet
torment
unlike
any
other,
wanting
so
badly
to
touch
him
back
but
afraid
of
inviting
his
disapproval.
She
gasped
and
chewed
her
lip,
biting
back
her
pleasure,
as
his
soapy
hands
slid
down
over
her
belly
and
across
her
thighs.
She
instinctively
lifted
her
pelvis,
craving
his
touch
to
her
most
sensitive
regions.