All Chapters of Steamy Encounters: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“It’s okay,” she whispered, cutting him off. She didn’t understand, not fully, but she saw him. The secret he’d carried, heavy and alone. She flexed her foot in his hand. “Show me.”Something broke in his face. Gratitude, hunger or desperate relief. His grip on her foot tightened, just for a second, before he lowered it. He shifted his weight off her, kneeling on the floor between her legs. The position was shockingly intimate and submissive. He looked up at her as his hands rested on her calves.“You’re perfect,” he confessed. His hands slid down to her ankles, then wrapped around her feet, pulling them toward him. He held them both, his thumbs massaging the balls of her feet, his fingers tracing each toe. The attention was dizzying. It wasn’t sexual in the way his fingers inside her had been. It was worship.He bent and pressed his mouth to the top of her foot. Then the arch. His lips were soft, his stubble a delicious scratch against her skin. He kissed the hollow beneath her ankle

Note: The title is a request from the reader. You can add yours when sending a request. This also has a touch of FF action......The tray was warm against her palm as she walked in. There were three glasses of whiskey on the tray, and they should have made the tray cold, but they didn't. Ray crossed the main floor of The Scarlet Sea with her bare feet since they weren't allowed shoes in there, for those who have a foot fetish. The apron she was putting on was the only covering she had. She made straight for table seven, to a man who had asked for her. She had assumed he was a regular until she approached the table. The man sitting there was no one she recognised. He looked to be in his late forties, maybe, with a thick gut straining his button-down and a wedding ring that caught the low light when he reached for his drink. He watched her approach the way the others did. His gaze started at her ankles and worked up. He smiled because he liked what he saw. He had never called for he

Ray's tongue moved again, slower now, lapping at the wetness on Lilith's skin. The taste was different from what she'd expected. It was salty and something else, something she couldn't name. She pressed deeper, not because she was being told to, but because the taste was changing, becoming something she wanted to understand.She felt Lilith shudder above her, oversensitive, and heard the man's low laugh.“I think she likes it,” he said. “I think your little friend enjoys eating pussy.”Ray pulled back, with her lips wet and her chin slick. She looked up at Lilith, whose green eyes were glassy and unreadable, before she looked at the man, who was watching her with a new interest.From across the bar, a chair scraped against the floor. Ray turned her head without thinking. The sound had come from the table by the window. A man she couldn't recognise, since he now had his back to them, had just gotten up from his desk.The man at table seven followed her look. His hand stilled between Li

The stirrups’ cold chrome pressed against her inner thighs, and the paper sheet rasped with every tiny, involuntary shift she made. The antiseptic air smelled sharp and clean, unlike most hospitals. Mirabel stared at the tiles, counting the perforated dots and trying to anchor herself in the room. She had her hands clenched at her sides with her knuckles white against the crinkling paper.Dr Kielan's gloved fingers were warm as they parted her pussy. His touch was firm and professional. “Just assessing tissue response,” he said, but his thumb circled her clit with a precision that had nothing to do with medicine.Heat flooded Mirabel. The shocking pulse between her legs stole her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the sensations were louder than her thoughts. “Very responsive,” he noted.His voice had a rough edge beneath the professionalism. His finger slid deeper, testing an invasion that made her muscles tense, then yield. Her hips jerked off the table, and a soft, helpless

It was the permission, the shared secret, that undid her. The orgasm ripped through her, silent and violent. Her mouth opened in a soundless cry, her body clamping down on his fingers as waves of pleasure radiated out from where he touched her, deeper and more consuming than the one in the doctor’s office. This one was stolen and dirty.As she shuddered against him, he slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. With his eyes locked on hers, he sucked them clean. Her breath hitched because it was the most intimate thing she’d ever seen.“Good girl,” he said in a thick voice. His hands went to the waistband of his swim trunks. He pushed them down, just enough for his cock to spring free. He didn’t guide it to her. He just held himself, pressing the hot, silken tip against her trembling inner thigh, painting a wet line on her skin. “Now we’re even.”He didn’t wait for her to process the words. His hands slid under her thighs, and he lifted her away from the wall and the c