Amelia has been a ghost for almost a century and haunting Hell's Gate is getting old. She wishes for a change of pace only to have that come in the form of a ring that can make her flesh during the night. On her first night being alivish, she meets Barrett. A hunky man in a kilt who wants nothing more than to worship her.
Barrett comes to Hell's Gate to indulge in his fetish. When he meets Amelia, he knows she's the one for him, especially since she has beautiful feet. After their initial meeting, he can't get her out of his head. He will do anything to have her, even transcend death. Nothing will stand in the way for them to be together.
Barrett waited a moment before looking up at Amelia again. She flashed him a nervous smile. “Is this your first time doing this?”
“Is it that obvious?”
The corners of his mouth turned into a smile. “Yeah. It’s okay though. I won’t bite your toes. Unless you want me to.”
The laugh that trickled from her lips was intoxicating. It sent a quiver down his spine and seemed to wrap him in a spell. At that moment, he would do anything this woman wanted of him. Not because it was her first experience with foot fetishists, but because she was beautiful and unique. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
“No biting please. What do you want to do?”
“Can I take the shoe off from your right foot?”
He studied her pale face and didn’t see any creases of makeup when the lines formed on her forehead. She was just naturally white. He could see the spider webbing of blue veins through her translucent skin. A dimple appeared in her chin when she sucked on the corner of her bottom lip. Barrett waited patiently for her to answer. He didn’t want to spook her because this was her first time. Their encounter could get pretty intense if she wanted it to. For now, he wanted to start slow.
“Okay.” She finally relented.
Barrett took her shoe and slowly eased the button through the hole of the strap. He took a moment to admire the feel of the silky pump. When he inhaled, he smelled the leather. His dick shifted, but he pushed his own desires aside and slipped her shoe off. His fingers slid over the smooth heel of her shoe. They had been worn a lot. Up close, the small grooves from the worn in leather were visible. He figured they must have been her grandmother’s. Setting the shoe on the floor before him, he gently took hold of her foot. Through the stockings he saw her dainty toes. She has amazing feet. I want to take those babies between my lips and dart my tongue along her toes to see how she tastes. A shiver of pleasure gripped him, and he had to remain very still before he lost control. Losing control with Mistress Sandra was an automatic expulsion from the area, and he would be on probation for three months.
“So what do you want me to do?” he asked.
“What do you normally do?” The uncertainty in her voice made him yearn to please her more.
He ran his finger along the arch of her foot. Amelia jerked slightly from the light touch. He glanced up at her and saw the wavering smile on her lips. He grinned back and watched her expression. Barrett applied a little more pressure to her instep. When her eyes widened, she wasn’t feeling ticklish any longer. As he pushed this thumb into her arch and dragged it along the bend of her foot, a small groan came from her lips. Her pale skin took on a pinkish hue. The more he touched her foot, the more Barrett realized that her skin wasn’t warm. Some people had bad circulation, so he didn’t think twice about it. He yearned to slowly undo her garters, roll down her stockings, and run his tongue over the silky skin of her feet. Maybe even brush his tongue across the tops of her toes before pulling one into his mouth.
“Is this okay?” Barrett massaged her foot, applying a little more pressure. Her skin reddened in a perfect swath of blush across her cheek.
