Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

Feeling was dangerous. She was careful to remain impassive

when she walked back into the room. She left the door open, a

temptation for Coralyn to run and flee if anything got to be too

much. She could always leave. Save Giana the immense

trouble that was overtaking her life.

Coralyn was bent over the desk, her hands splayed over the

surface, her cheek resting near the wood. She’d done as

instructed and was wearing a matching scarlet red lace bra to

those naughty panties. The position emphasized how her tiny

waist rounded gently past her hips and put her perfect ass on

full display. She raised her head at the sound of Giana’s

footsteps and her cheeks were scarlet. She was trembling, but

she looked resolute.

I’m not going anywhere, her eyes said. I’m not running.

There is no outrunning this.

Maybe that was the hardest truth of all. There was no

outrunning it. Whatever it was between them had already

started, and it was a force greater than all of Giana’s hardened

will and steely determination.

Giana dropped the things in her hands onto one of the chairs

in the room while Coralyn watched. She took up the strap

slowly, testing the leather in her hands, warming the cold

surface. Coralyn made a little moan that she probably didn’t

mean to make. Her legs fell open another inch, her feet

shuffling on the floor to make it happen. Giana saw

everything, and she didn’t bother hiding a satisfied smile. It

only made Coralyn’s blush deepen.

She walked around the desk and rested her hand on the flat

of Coralyn’s back, fingering the lace ribbon at the top of her

panties. They’d only get in the way, but she didn’t want them