“Did you sleep well?” asked Sneferu, replacing the feather with his fingers.
“Um…hummm,” said Jade, stretching like a cat that had just finished off a full bowl of milk. Every part of her body was happy, including her mind which told her she was lying with an all but unknown man, but she did not seem to care enough to do anything about it. “I feel so relaxed and rested. In fact, I can’t ever remember feeling better.”
“Well, then it’s time to give you some new memories,” said Sneferu, tracing a path from Jade’s hand to her lips. “Is that all right with you?”
“Yes.” Jade was shocked to hear the word come out of her mouth. She knew that wasn’t what she meant to say, but it was too late to take it back or change it. Her will had always been able to rule over her body, but it was nowhere to be found. She had given into Sneferu without a fight or even a descent objection. When had she turned into such a tramp?
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” said Sneferu, kissing a path that followed where his fingers had recently journeyed. “Just enjoy what I have to offer. We both know this is the will of the gods.”
Jade knew she should try to stop Sneferu, but her mind could not make the connections with her hands and mouth. Surrendering to him because she had no choice or will to do differently, Jade waited and watched as Sneferu sat up and looked down into her green eyes.
“I want you to watch me and remember as I explore every inch of your body,” said Sneferu, waiting for her to nod before he began. She knew her head moved, but it had done so without her help. “Soon you will know without doubt that you belong to me. Now and forever.”
Starting at her toes, Sneferu tickled, touched and teased Jade’s body with such slight caresses that she silently begged for more when he stretched the passionate torture out for far too long. Her skin was alive with feeling. Drops of sweat skittered across her skin and plunged into the cushions below. She was on fire.
Finding her mouth, Sneferu slowed his seduction even more giving only a small portion of himself and then retreating, drawing Jade out from her innocent cocoon. He did not want to hurry his seduction or rush her introduction to physical pleasure. She was older than most of his wives, but he knew the gods would not send him anything but a virgin.
Writhing beside him, Jade was being consumed by a fire that seared her flesh and devoured her internal restraint. Her arms found his neck of their own accord, drawing Sneferu into an embrace that fueled the onslaught of his hands and lips…