| Author: | Asher MacDonald | ISBN: | 9781458186928 |
| Publisher: | Asher MacDonald | Publication: | April 23, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Asher MacDonald |
| ISBN: | 9781458186928 |
| Publisher: | Asher MacDonald |
| Publication: | April 23, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Nadja is a young artist who has been swept off her feet by an older woman, Raina, and swept up into a relationship she never imagined herself in, subservient to Raina's desires.
EXCERPT
She walked into the bedroom and there was Nadja, composed in sleep on the large round bed that was covered in white sheets and white downy blankets. All Nadja had on was one of her painting shirts, and that was clasped shut with a single button. Nadja's legs were tucked together into a curl and her arms were under her head as she slept on her side. She looked sweet, but a sexy kind of sweet. Raina could see that she had no panties on, and there was a bit of blue and yellow paint smeared on one thigh, and some paint on her hands too. None on her face, though Raina had seen that before too.
Raina sat down next to Nadja on the bed. Nadja stirred and opened a sleepy eye. “Hi. Is it that time already? God, I can't believe how fast the day goes when I'm painting,” Nadja said, and closed her eye again and drew up into even a tighter ball.
“It's that late, and here you are sleeping on the bed where you knew I'd find you, with nothing on but a shirt that can be too easily undone – “ with that Raina unbuttoned Little Miss Fury's shirt “-- and a dab of paint here and there.” She traced the paint on Nadja's thigh and Nadja shivered and opened her eyes and smiled at Raina.
“I was tired, Raina. I wanted to dream of you.”
“And did you?”
“I don't know. It's all a jumble now, whatever dreams I had. But still, I laid down thinking of you and here you are. Like magic.”
Raina smiled and then remembered. “I think you're getting ahead of yourself. I come home tired after a hard day of dealing with associates and asshole clients, and look at you, sleeping with almost nothing on so that the first person that finds you might....” Raina let her voice trail off as she continued to trace little circles on Nadja's thigh. Nadja shivered a bit from her touch. “I'm not sure I should be happy about that, Nadja. What happened to dinner on the table and my slippers and pipe?”
Nadja laughed. “I'd like to see you smoke a pipe. For all your authoritativeness you're still soft and those lips of yours,” Nadja said, reaching up to trace them, “should be used on something besides a pipe.” After she traced Raina's beautiful lips she let her hand trail down Raina's body, brushing past her breasts and finally ending up resting on a thigh covered by Raina's skirt.
Nadja is a young artist who has been swept off her feet by an older woman, Raina, and swept up into a relationship she never imagined herself in, subservient to Raina's desires.
EXCERPT
She walked into the bedroom and there was Nadja, composed in sleep on the large round bed that was covered in white sheets and white downy blankets. All Nadja had on was one of her painting shirts, and that was clasped shut with a single button. Nadja's legs were tucked together into a curl and her arms were under her head as she slept on her side. She looked sweet, but a sexy kind of sweet. Raina could see that she had no panties on, and there was a bit of blue and yellow paint smeared on one thigh, and some paint on her hands too. None on her face, though Raina had seen that before too.
Raina sat down next to Nadja on the bed. Nadja stirred and opened a sleepy eye. “Hi. Is it that time already? God, I can't believe how fast the day goes when I'm painting,” Nadja said, and closed her eye again and drew up into even a tighter ball.
“It's that late, and here you are sleeping on the bed where you knew I'd find you, with nothing on but a shirt that can be too easily undone – “ with that Raina unbuttoned Little Miss Fury's shirt “-- and a dab of paint here and there.” She traced the paint on Nadja's thigh and Nadja shivered and opened her eyes and smiled at Raina.
“I was tired, Raina. I wanted to dream of you.”
“And did you?”
“I don't know. It's all a jumble now, whatever dreams I had. But still, I laid down thinking of you and here you are. Like magic.”
Raina smiled and then remembered. “I think you're getting ahead of yourself. I come home tired after a hard day of dealing with associates and asshole clients, and look at you, sleeping with almost nothing on so that the first person that finds you might....” Raina let her voice trail off as she continued to trace little circles on Nadja's thigh. Nadja shivered a bit from her touch. “I'm not sure I should be happy about that, Nadja. What happened to dinner on the table and my slippers and pipe?”
Nadja laughed. “I'd like to see you smoke a pipe. For all your authoritativeness you're still soft and those lips of yours,” Nadja said, reaching up to trace them, “should be used on something besides a pipe.” After she traced Raina's beautiful lips she let her hand trail down Raina's body, brushing past her breasts and finally ending up resting on a thigh covered by Raina's skirt.
