CASTLE OF CFNM
Copyright Cassie Caine 2012. All rights reserved.
Nina was seated on the edge of the four-poster bed. She had on a tightly cinched corset of white satin, a filmy negligee, the finest French silk stockings. Light from a roaring log-fire glinted off the mother of pearl buttons on her kid boots. Her auburn locks were piled in a loose chignon, revealing her slender throat, brightened with a choker of pearls. She was breathless with a sense of her own beauty.
The door opened, soundless despite its monumental size. A man appeared. Tall and pale, dark hair plastered back from a high, noble brow. Even from across the room his eyes were black and mesmerising. He was dressed in a flowing burgundy robe, belted at the waist, its collar and cuffs embroidered with gold thread, its richness a contrast to his stony pallor.
She stiffened in anticipation. He approached, the robe swishing against his calves. He stopped an arm's length from her. His face wore no expression whatsoever, but she could read the desire burning in his gaze. His hands drifted to his belt. The next moment, the robe was slipping from his shoulders. He was stepping out of it, closing the final distance between them.