Chapter 27

I froze and looked at him in shock, as if the rules weren’t confusing enough. He just grinned back at me.

“If your brother found out I would be strapped back to the post, Christof,” I murmured to him as he found the little bundle of nerves at the apex.

My hips started to twitch as he stroked it.

“Then I wouldn’t do it when he is around,” he said increasing the pressure of his touch.

I raised a hand to my breast and started to stroke the sensitive nipple. The other hand slowly reached down and moved his linen cover out of the way. I brushed his manhood with my fingertips.

The wild look came back into his eyes and I retracted my hand. He sighed and changed his stroke on my clit now circling the tiny bud.

“Touch me, Ciara, if you wish. I know you won’t hurt me.”

Tentatively, I reached down and ran my fingertips along the length of him. He shuddered under my touch; it was empowering. I took a hold of him and stroked up and down the shaft.