Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

off. Yet. “Face forward, Coralyn.” She obeyed, setting her

cheek down on the desk. The display was glorious. “This is

going to hurt. You’re free to leave at any time if you don’t

want it. It will be a shock, but if you can get past the pain, you

have no idea how much pleasure is waiting.”

The thought of properly introducing Coralyn to all the

things she loved sent a dark thrill through Giana. She set one

hand at the back of Charlotte’s neck, cupping her nape, before

she stroked a finger down her spine.

“I want this,” Coralyn hissed. “I want to know.”

“It’s more than a matter of curiosity.”

“I know.”

“Are you wet already?”

Coralyn groaned. “Yes.”

“Pull your panties aside and let me see.”

“Oh God…” She was so reluctant, so mortified to do that

small thing, but she spread her legs a few more inches apart

and pulled her underwear to one side. She was perfectly

shaved, and beads of arousal glistened in the light.

“Good. Very good. Now. Before we start, push your panties

back into place. That’s it. You’ll probably beg me to stop. I

need to know when you’re serious. So, say, ‘I’m serious.’”

“Is that like a safe word or something?”

“Yes. You’ll beg and you’ll curse. You’ll probably scream,

and you might even cry. I won’t hurt you past what you can

take. I’m experienced with this, as you pointed out before. I

promise I won’t break your skin or make you bleed. I won’t

bruise you, but it might feel like that. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” There was no room for doubt. If Coralyn had said no,

Giana wouldn’t have let her leave, but she would have found