by Cleo Cordell
When Marietta remained silent, Gabriel's brow darkened. He began to look afraid. It was painful to her to see the indecision mar his face.
'I'm sorry,' she whispered, knowing how inadequate that sounded.
How could she ever make Gabriel understand? Whatever she said he would think that Kasim had coerced her into staying. Then she must show him. It was cruel, but unavoidable.
In one fluid movement she changed position, so that she lay full length on the carpet. Clasping Kasim's booted ankles she pressed her lips to his feet.
Gabriel blanched. He took one step back. 'I seem to have misunderstood. Foolish of me . . . Forgive me,' he said dazedly.
Kasim raised Marietta to her feet and kissed her deeply. She put her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, pressing herself closely along his length. There was triumph in his kiss and the promise of the spiked pleasure to come. Heat unfurled slowly and spread through Marietta's body.
Neither of them noticed when the door opened and closed.
Kasim put Marietta from him. His dark eyes seemed fathomless. His voice was perfectly level and restrained when he said, 'On your knees, Marietta. Free my phallus.'
Marietta felt a strong swimming desire in her loins as the welcome submission gathered in her belly. She sank to the carpet in front of Kasim and said softly, huskily: 'Yes. Master.'