An honest man is always a child. - Socrates
Vlad glides the long black feather across the top of my breasts and over my left shoulder. The soft tip skids down my back and stops at the lip of my lacy panties.
The warmth of his breath on my skin makes my body come alive. I turn my head to see what he's doing.
"Look straight ahead." His lips leave a trail of desire across my lower back.
Placing a hand on my right hip, he nips the hollow area. He skims his hand between my legs. His warm lips move over the back of my lower thigh.
I take a step forward, but he pulls me back in place. Nudging my legs apart, he runs the feather up the inside of one leg and down the other. I sway in the heels, and he grabs hold of my hips, drawing me against his chest.
"Raise your right foot."
Complying, I
