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His kiss was sweet, and tasted like the sugar of the wine. Her breath caught for a moment as she allowed it. Indulging both of them, she parted his lips with her own before letting her tongue sweep along the seam of them to taste him. Her heart picked up, and Aveline worked to remember how long it had been since she had had a sweet little submissive at her beck and call. A while, if she wasnāt mistaken.Ā
She dragged the kiss out for another moment, pressing her thigh between his to coax him, before turning to abruptly deposit him on one of the large armchairs beside them. One long graceful leg came to rest on the cushion between his and she dragged her hands over the green of her dress to ease it back.Ā āHelp me with my stockings, sweetling,ā she purred to him.Ā āAnd maybe Iāll let you kiss me again.ā
Luke was lost in the kiss for a moment. Aveline was warm and tasted sweet and the soft buzz he felt from the alcohol only became more pleasant.Ā
He was caught off guard when the domme suddenly pushed him back into one of the armchairs - had they been moving? Luke couldnāt remember. He could only remember the taste of her lips and the feeling of her thigh pressed between his legs.
Aveline still stood, gracefully moving one of her legs between his one again. Luke was familiar with this routine, but for once, he didnāt mind doing this. Practiced fingers carefully looped around the top of the stockings, easing them down so they didnāt run or rip. Luke leaned in to press a kiss to her bare knee, but stopped, remembering he hadnāt received permission.
He looked up at the domme through his eyelashes as he carefully slid the first stocking off of her foot.Ā āCan I, maāam?ā Luke asked, his voice soft.











