The Chastity Game

and we get to share our emotions on a much deeper level.”

Tori’s hands were trembling slightly. But was it fear, or excitement? She wished she’d read the whole fucking security file properly now, and not just the summary. Was this woman crazy? She was saying the most outrageous stuff, but in such a matter-of-fact voice. Like she was describing a trip to the funfair!

“Look; I’m telling you all this because I know you feel bad about the idea of me being married,” Gemma said; swirling her glass. “I can see you’re shocked – you’re not going to throw me out are you?”

Tori took a deep breath. She continued to kiss Gemma’s toes as she considered the question. Should she just stop this now? She knew the answer to that question – yes! But did she want to stop it? Very definitely she did not – in fact everything that Tori was telling her about Greg was making the situation more…erotic. There was another possibility; if Greg was so desperate for sex…

“No, Gemma,” she whispered at last. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Gemma smiled with undisguised relief. She eased her foot out of Tori’s hands and leaned forward. She pressed the cool glass she was holding to Tori’s cheek.

“You’re very flushed,” Gemma whispered. “Are you excited?”

“Y…yes.”

“Are you wet, Tori? Is this turning you on?”

Tori closed her eyes and nodded slowly; she was breathing in shaky gasps. Gemma’s touch on her cheek was delicious; and kissing her toes was…so erotic. Christ, she felt like she might come right now