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Authors: D. T. Jones

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Miin
g
repositione
d
the
m
s
o
Sandr
a
wa
s
turne
d
i
n
he
r
lover’
s
arms
,
he
r
bar
e
botto
m
expose
d
t
o
th
e
camer
a
whil
e
Creighton’
s
hea
d
ben
t
dow
n
t
o
nestl
e
he
r
neck
.
The
y
wer
e
repositione
d
agai
n
s
o
Creighto
n
wa
s
stretche
d
ou
t
o
n
to
p
o
f
her
,
he
r
leg
s
bent
.
H
e
leane
d
u
p
acros
s
her
,
starin
g
i
n
he
r
face
,
thei
r
arm
s
positione
d
i
n
suc
h
a
wa
y
tha
t
he
r
breast
s
wer
e
onc
e
agai
n
hidden
.
Creighto
n
smile
d
dow
n
t
o
he
r
seductivel
y
a
s
th
e
camer
a
clicked
.
Withou
t
instructio
n
an
d
withou
t
thought
,
h
e
leane
d
dow
n
an
d
kisse
d
he
r
lips
,
trailin
g
a
war
m
pat
h
o
f
tin
y
nip
s
dow
n
he
r
nec
k
t
o
th
e
dee
p
clef
t
betwee
n
he
r
breasts
.
Sandr
a
relaxe
d
int
o
hi
s
touc
h
fo
r
a
fe
w
moment
s
befor
e
realit
y
struc
k
her
,
an
d
sh
e
remembere
d
wher
e
the
y
were
.
Sh
e
opene
d
he
r
eye
s
a
s
Creighto
n
move
d
bac
k
u
p
he
r
bod
y
an
d
smiled.


I
wan
t
thos
e
panties off,

h
e
whispered
.

I
wan
t
a
phot
o
o
f
yo
u
completel
y
nud
e
an
d
hairless. Please?”


I
hav
e
a
surpris
e
fo
r
yo
u
an
d
it’
s
hidin
g
unde
r
th
e
panties.

Creighton’
s
eye
s
li
t
u
p
a
s
h
e
reache
d
fo
r
th
e
strap
s
t
o
he
r
panties
,
raisin
g
a
n
eyebro
w
a
t
her
.
Sandra’
s
blus
h
deepene
d
a
s
sh
e
nodde
d
an
d
h
e
slowl
y
pulle
d
the
m
of
f
he
r
body. Hi
s
hand
s
froz
e
, lookin
g
a
t
th
e
hidde
n
message
,
smilin
g
a
t
he
r
brightly. Chang moved in to snap a few additional photos, while Creighton stared, speechless a
t
her hairless body.

In dark sapphire blue ink, just above the slit of her labia,
CW
A
was tattooed across pubic area;
a
pai
r
o
f
handcuff
s
connecte
d
th
e
firs
t
an
d
las
t
letters
.
Creighton looked into her face with awe…she had branded herself as his, forever.

 

 

“When
I was a younger, we had a chair in the parlor that all the kids fought to sit in,” Creighton explained some time later, as they strolled back to the hotel “It was a big wingback, thick cushions and very comfortable. Every time I would sit in it, Andrew would pull me out and tell me it wasn’t mine; it didn’t have my initials on it.”

“And
now I have your initials on me.”

“So
you belong to me.” Creighton smiled brightly, wrapping her hand in his.

It
was a little past five o’clock and Sandra found herself wishing they didn’t have to meet up with Aryana and Daniel. She wanted to spend the rest of the day in Creighton’s arms; in the privacy of their hotel suite. She had less than a week left before she had to go home and she didn’t want to waste time with a spoiled brat or her father.

“Are
we really going to eat in the Eiffel Tower?” she asked, remembering he had made reservations for them.

“Yes.
The restaurant is on the first floor of the tower,” Creighton told her as they reached their hotel’s entrance. “We’ll meet Aryana and Daniel there and then if you feel like it; we’ll take a tour afterward.” Sandra felt a sudden surge of excitement.

“That
sounds great,” she said, trying to keep her eager tone under control. They walked to the lift and waited until the box arrived to take them to the top floor.

“Tell
me about Aryana?” Sandra said suddenly, stepping into the small confines along with Creighton and six other people.

“What
would you like to know that I haven’t already told you?” he asked, leaning against the back of the lift, pulling her close to his side.

“What
do we have to expect from her? I mean, is she going to throw a tantrum when we take her home? Is she going to turn against her husband in favor of her father’s anger?” Creighton smiled as the lift stopped, allowing two people to step out. The doors quickly shut again and they continued their journey.

“She’s
a spoiled rotten prat in need of a good old-fashioned spanking, but she won’t turn against Daniel; that much I’m certain of. She truly loves him and even though she is frightened of her father’s anger, she will defend Daniel eventually. It’s too late for them to get an annulment and if he ever wants to see his grandchild, he’ll have to try to work things out and accept the choices she’s made.”

“I’m
frightened,” she whispered as the box stopped again and the remaining passengers stepped out before the doors closed. Creighton reached his arm around her and kissed her temple. “What if he threatens something horrible? What if he means to do you harm, or worse?”

“He
won't; he's not that kind of man,” Creighton assured her gently. “I’ve known him a long time and even though he’s angry right now, he would never do anything irrational.”

“Please,
Creighton, just send her back to him. Please don’t go with her.” Creighton pulled her into a secure embrace, holding her against his chest.

“Let’s
just forget about all of this for now. We’ve had a wonderful day and I don’t want to think about tomorrow until it gets here.” The doors to the lift slid open one last time and Creighton eased her away from him, looking down into her bright green eyes and smiled. Sandra nodded and walked quietly next to him as they stepped out of the lift and across the hall to the door of their room.

Once
inside, she dropped her bags suddenly and turned to him, hugging him tight and pressed a hard kiss on his full lips. The fear spurred her forward and passion burned her soul forcing her to practically assault the man who willingly accepted and returned her need.

“Everything
will be alright,” he whispered against her ear a few breathless moments later, pulling her shirt up to expose her breasts to his eager mouth. Sandra moaned, leaning into him as he latched his lips on her erect nipple, suckling hard until she felt dizzy. Creighton lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, carrying her to the well-polished dining table and set her on the edge.

“We
have enough time for a quick romp, if you’re up to it?” Sandra nodded, pulled her shirt off across her head and tossed it to the floor. He grinned wickedly, unbuttoning her pants and laying her down on the table, pulled her pants off her long slender legs. He slowly and carefully caressed the delicate flesh of her groin beneath the silky panties, leaning in and kissing her through the thin material. Sandra moaned at the sensation, both pain and pleasure rippled across her body and she closed her eyes, allowing him to continue his gentle treatment.

“Are
you sore?” he asked, concern echoing in his deep tone.

“It’s
a little sensitive, but I’m sure you can find a way to make it work.” Creighton laughed, unzipping his pants and kicking his shoes off. Within just a few seconds he stood at the end of the table completely naked, staring down at her. He smiled seductively and very carefully removed her panties, tossing them aside to land on top of his own clothes on the floor.

“What
made you decide to do this?” he asked her, gently tracing his initials with the tip of his index finger. Sandra’s breath caught in her throat at the sensation, the skin was still very sensitive, but his touch made her feel warm and alive.

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