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Release

by Robyn Michaels

© 2008, All Rights Reserved

“Release me, you sorry excuse for a boyfriend.”  Jayma grunted as she struggled with renewed vigor against the bonds holding her to the bed.  Talan’s smug look, as well as his chuckle, was beyond infuriating as he leaned against the far wall watching her from lust-filled green eyes. “What do you think this is going to accomplish anyway?”

 “Jay, I thought you realized that ‘release’ is what this is all about.” The glint in his eyes was enough to send a bolt of pure lust straight to the neediest part of her body. “You have to realize that until you let yourself go, you’ll continue to have problems coming.” 

He stepped away from the wall and sauntered toward the bed, slowly unbuttoning the grey dress shirt he’d worn to dinner.  He shrugged it from his shoulders before releasing the button of his charcoal slacks and sliding them and his underwear down those delectably athletic legs. Jayma’s mouth began to water at the sight of all that glorious male flesh exposed for her voyeuristic pleasure.

“You’ve got to stop being so in control of everything.” He knelt next to the bed, reaching out with a delicate touch to gently rub the hardened peak of her nipple. “Let go and I’ll show you just how good it feels to have someone else take the reins.”  His hand glided down into the patch of damp curly hairs covering her mons. “Trust me, love, it’ll be better than anything you’ve ever felt in your life.”