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Calming the Storm Book 2
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Morning finds Tara and Samuel locked in heated passion, but as the day progresses, doubts begin to cloud her mind. As the reality of just how different their worlds are sinks in, Tara begins to question if he truly wants her, or if she is just another notch on his bedpost. Does love conquer all, or is she trying to live a dream that is doomed from the beginning?
This 6000 word short romance is the sequel to Calming The Storm, and continues the tale of a powerful man who has the world at his fingertips, a curvy self conscious woman who wants nothing more than to be loved, and the hot unbridled passion that brought them together.
Excerpt:
“One second,” he spoke without ever looking away from her chest, “Tara I need the conference room set up with all the sales figures for this week, and the shipping as well. Oh and while you are at it, please inform Freddie he needs to at the meeting.”
“Yes Sir, and should I have security and maintenance on stand by for this meeting,” she asked only half joking.
Samuel shook his head as one hand waved her out of his office, and the other picked up the phone.
“Ok, where are we on the….” His words faded from her ears as she shut the door to go about her tasks.
As she selected and printed the requested documents, she dialed up the shipping and receiving department.
“Shipping,” came the thick deep voice of Freddie.
“Hey Freddie, It’s Tara, Mr. Henson wanted me to make sure you knew to be at the meeting today.”
“Yeah, I got the memo. Can’t say I’m looking forward to it, but I’ll be there,” he said flatly.
“Thanks, I’ll let him know,” and she hung up the phone.
She scooped up the papers from the printer and headed to the conference room to get set up. Once everything was ready to go, she turned towards the door and nearly leapt out of her skin.
She had never heard the door or footsteps, but there leaning against the inside of the door stood Samuel, intently watching her form as she had been hustling around the room.
“Damn Samuel, you scared the living daylights out of me,” she huffed as she tried to calm herself from the powerful surge of adrenaline that coursed through her.
His eyes were once again locked on her chest, and she noted the stir of emotion in his beautiful blue eyes. The desire could be seen as it began to waft around those orbs. She had him nibbling at the hook, and it felt good.
To be desired by a man of his stature, was the dream of any woman. But to know it, and feed the desire, was something not every woman had the opportunity to experience, and Tara planned to make the most of it. Whether this turned into a life long love, or a wild trip of sexual tension until Samuel was done with her. Just the thought of being wanted by this man made her melt. Her dream had come true, so while she had the chance to live it she would.
“Just came in to see if I could call the meeting yet,” he said as he stood upright.
“I’ll go send the summons,” Tara said as she stepped next to Samuel and reached for the doorknob.
Before she could turn it, a large hand wound in her hair, and twisted her head sideways to bring her gaze to his. With a small yank he pulled her into a deep kiss.
Adrenaline surge again at the thought of someone walking in to catch the two of them, and flooded into the desire that stirred deep inside her. The mix was intoxicating, and addicting. Her hand fell away from the doorknob, and she melted into his body.
Samuel broke the kiss, and left her wanting more as her fingers gripped the breast of his suit jacket.
“You are one naughty girl for tempting me at work,” he whispered in her ear, “I will remember that this weekend.”
He loosened his grip on her hair as her hand slid down his body until her fingers rubbed the raging hard on that stood tall in his trousers.
“Promises, promises,” she said with a wink and slipped out the door.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
Calming The Storm
For lovers of Curvy Romance!
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Tara walks into work one morning to find the office in an uproar. Her boss and fantasy man, Samuel is on an all out rampage. As his temper soars to heights she has not seen, everyone is in fear of his wrath falling on them.
Tara seeks to find a way to ease the big man's temper, secretly hoping for a sexual encounter between them. Will her Fantasy come true, or will Samuel's anger focus on her?
This 7300 word short story is about one girls dream of being loved by a man that until now she could only fantasize about.
Excerpt:
At the head of the table, Samuel sat leaned back in his chair, chin propped on his hand while a finger crossed back and forth on his full lips. Tara could not help but feel desire course through her, as this was one of the sexiest poses to her. Those eyes of his still appeared to have a storm in them that churned the beautiful blue like a hurricane ripping across the sea while he watched Chuck begin to clean up the coffee off the wall behind Scott’s recently vacated chair.
She sat down the stack of papers he had requested, and then eased the still hot coffee in front of him.
“The numbers you wanted Sir,” she smiled her warmest smile still attempting to soothe the angry beast inside him, “and I thought you might want this now.”
She let go of the cup, as he turned his attention to her. For a brief second the storm in his eyes calmed, and that smile appeared like a streak of welcomed sunshine that burst through a black cloud. She melted yet again and fought the urge to sit on his lap and curl into him. How badly she wanted to run her hands through his short auburn hair, and whisper in his ear that she could take his stress away for a while.
“Thank you my Dear,” his voice was soft and mellow.
The second passed and his gaze left her to pass across each face still at the table. The storm once again took over.
“Each and every one of you could learn a thing or two from Miss Morgan here,” his voice had the thunder back.
All eyes save those of Chuck were on her, the feeling was something she found most uncomfortable.
“Anything else,” she asked suddenly in a rush to get out of the room.
“That is all for now,” his response flat, eyes still focused on the sales team.
As she turned to leave, a massive hand slid inside her upper arm and brushed against her breast as it squeezed. She stopped; desire grew quickly from the touch. She turned back to him, the motion pushed the back of his hand harder against her breast. She swooned at the feeling, and wished her clothing as not in the way.
“Thank you,” Samuel smiled up from his chair with the most sincere look on his face.
“Anything for you Sir,” she cooed, truly meaning it to the fullest, then made a beeline for the door.
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Tara walks into work one morning to find the office in an uproar. Her boss and fantasy man, Samuel is on an all out rampage. As his temper soars to heights she has not seen, everyone is in fear of his wrath falling on them.
Tara seeks to find a way to ease the big man's temper, secretly hoping for a sexual encounter between them. Will her Fantasy come true, or will Samuel's anger focus on her?
This 7300 word short story is about one girls dream of being loved by a man that until now she could only fantasize about.
Excerpt:
At the head of the table, Samuel sat leaned back in his chair, chin propped on his hand while a finger crossed back and forth on his full lips. Tara could not help but feel desire course through her, as this was one of the sexiest poses to her. Those eyes of his still appeared to have a storm in them that churned the beautiful blue like a hurricane ripping across the sea while he watched Chuck begin to clean up the coffee off the wall behind Scott’s recently vacated chair.
She sat down the stack of papers he had requested, and then eased the still hot coffee in front of him.
“The numbers you wanted Sir,” she smiled her warmest smile still attempting to soothe the angry beast inside him, “and I thought you might want this now.”
She let go of the cup, as he turned his attention to her. For a brief second the storm in his eyes calmed, and that smile appeared like a streak of welcomed sunshine that burst through a black cloud. She melted yet again and fought the urge to sit on his lap and curl into him. How badly she wanted to run her hands through his short auburn hair, and whisper in his ear that she could take his stress away for a while.
“Thank you my Dear,” his voice was soft and mellow.
The second passed and his gaze left her to pass across each face still at the table. The storm once again took over.
“Each and every one of you could learn a thing or two from Miss Morgan here,” his voice had the thunder back.
All eyes save those of Chuck were on her, the feeling was something she found most uncomfortable.
“Anything else,” she asked suddenly in a rush to get out of the room.
“That is all for now,” his response flat, eyes still focused on the sales team.
As she turned to leave, a massive hand slid inside her upper arm and brushed against her breast as it squeezed. She stopped; desire grew quickly from the touch. She turned back to him, the motion pushed the back of his hand harder against her breast. She swooned at the feeling, and wished her clothing as not in the way.
“Thank you,” Samuel smiled up from his chair with the most sincere look on his face.
“Anything for you Sir,” she cooed, truly meaning it to the fullest, then made a beeline for the door.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Just went live!!
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Anna loves hard bondage, and craves a night of rough sex as a slave to Henry. She pushes him father than ever before in an attempt to make him mad enough to satisfy her craving, but can she handle what Henry is about to dish out?
This smoking hot short story is 4700 words of intense bondage, and includes M/F domination, extreme bondage, whips, and one woman’s astonishing revelation of how the worlds of pain and pleasure mix.
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Anna loves hard bondage, and craves a night of rough sex as a slave to Henry. She pushes him father than ever before in an attempt to make him mad enough to satisfy her craving, but can she handle what Henry is about to dish out?
This smoking hot short story is 4700 words of intense bondage, and includes M/F domination, extreme bondage, whips, and one woman’s astonishing revelation of how the worlds of pain and pleasure mix.
Excerpt:
I really hoped the night would be
one of harsh spanking and torture. It had been quite some time since he took me
that way, and in all honesty I needed a night of complete domination.
I pulled my car into the driveway
and made my way to the front door. I was already moist between my thighs in
anticipation. I let the door slam shut behind me. Henry was nowhere to be seen.
Time to stomp my feet, be overly demanding, and then submit to the whims of my
lover. It was our game, and we both loved it.
I stomped down the hall, shouting
obscenities at the top of my lungs.
“Get out here you asshole,” I
shouted, “Let’s finish this!”
Henry emerged from the spare
bedroom that had been converted into our personal dungeon by his own hands. My
heart skipped a beat in a rush of excitement filled adrenaline surged directly
to my pussy.
He wore nothing except the tiny
black zippered thong that always signified a rough night in our dungeon. His
lean powerful frame still gleamed with moisture of a fresh shower, and his
dirty blonde hair combed back and still wet. Even after all the years we had
been together, I could not help but get excited at the sight of his athletic
form in next to nothing.
“You know what bitch, I am tired of
listening to your mouth,” he shouted right back.
“Well get used to it because I am
tired of your dumb ass all the way around,” I cursed.
We squared off at opposite ends of
the hall, like a couple of gunfighters preparing for a duel.
Henry’s large frame filled the
hall, and I almost broke character for a moment, as I resisted the urge to run
up and hug him. His powerful arms, the scent of his clean body, and the rock
hard muscles of his chest tempted me. I managed to resist, since I wanted a
rough night in the worst way.
Henry was a rather gentle soul that
fed off the energy I exuded. If I gave in and ran to him for a hug, he would
turn the night mellow, and make love to me. While that is all well and good, it
is not what either of us wanted for tonight. So I refrained, held my ground,
and instinctively knew that I would get the hardcore torment and rough fucking
we both craved. It had been far too long.
“You’re a mouthy bitch tonight,” he
growled.
“And you’re an arrogant ass,” I
prodded, “why don’t you kiss my ass.”
He started towards me, long strides
that covered the short distance in about five paces.
“We’ll see who kisses ass tonight,”
he said as he grabbed a handful of my long brunette hair.
A moan escaped my lips as my head
wrenched sideways under his grip.
“You're just looking for an ass
busting tonight aren’t you,” he asked in a low devious tone.
“Fuck you pencil dick,” I retorted, knowing full well I just
sealed my fate for the night.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Now On Amazon!
The Monster Within
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A beast is now on the loose, and even Devon doesn’t know how control the sexual monster that somehow now resides inside him. After too much to drink one night, he wakes to find a strange symbol embedded on his chest. How it got there is something he doesn’t know, and in retracing his steps from the night before he discovers that the monster is an insatiable sex fiend triggered by the sight of bare butt cheeks.
The only clue he finds as to what happened to him comes from a waitress at a bar he barely remembers being in, but she has ulterior motives of her own.
Will she help him recover his memory of that fateful night, or try to tame the beast for her own twisted desires?
This 6000 word wild and sexual tale contains rough sex, uncontrollable lust, and one woman who seeks to tame the monster for her own use.
Excerpt:
So any one that mooned him would be in for a rough sexual encounter at the hands of a mindless beast. That shouldn’t be too hard to avoid. Honestly how many people run around mooning strangers anyway?
An odd smile flashed on her face as she thought about some hapless college kid who in an effort to get into a fraternity agreed to moon passersby as part of his initiation. Wouldn’t he be shocked at the result of mooning Devon?
She guessed the hard part of controlling him would be to keep him from running off like he did last night.
Did he run home, or out into the middle of the woods somewhere? If a crowd of people didn’t surround him would he run off at all?
So many questions to answer, and she really wished to see the woman who had done this to him and ask her these questions.
The only question that truly mattered at the moment was where to find him. It would be kind of pointless to debate everything else if she never found him.
The line inched forward, and she moved with it. When her eyes looked back out the windows, she glimpsed a figure that resembled Devon disappear at the edge of the glass.
Without even pulling her cart out of line, she bolted for the doors, nearly knocking over the old man as he slowly progressed in the same direction.
“Sorry,” she said as she rushed by, not slowing a bit.
As she looked down the sidewalk, she saw him disappear around the corner of the building and into an alley. Brenda hurried after him, certain that it was Devon just by the way he carried himself, the stride that propelled him along his path.
As she rushed down the alleyway behind him, the question became how to get his attention. Should she call his name, and hoped he turned around? Then what? Tell him she knew his secret? No she had a better idea.
She upped her pace to a jog in order to gain on him faster. Her long blonde curls bounced off her shoulders until only about thirty paces separated them, then she slowed and scanned the alley for the right spot to put her plan into action.
A small indent in the fence on her left revealed itself with a plush tall grass that would help conceal the event seemed just too perfect. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, placed her hands under her skirt and pulled off her panties in such a rush that they remained around one ankle. She then turned her back to the figure still walking down the alley, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
“Hey Devon,” she hollered as loud as she could.
The man stopped in his tracks and turned around.
The entire sequence of events only took mere seconds, but to Brenda it all happened in slow motion.
The powerful frame of the man turned, and his gaze fell upon her. She made eye contact with him, and hoisted the bottom of her skirt up to the waist, and shook her bare flesh from side to side.
His body twitched as his eyes suddenly glowed that eerie golden color she remembered from the night before.
The Monster Within
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A beast is now on the loose, and even Devon doesn’t know how control the sexual monster that somehow now resides inside him. After too much to drink one night, he wakes to find a strange symbol embedded on his chest. How it got there is something he doesn’t know, and in retracing his steps from the night before he discovers that the monster is an insatiable sex fiend triggered by the sight of bare butt cheeks.
The only clue he finds as to what happened to him comes from a waitress at a bar he barely remembers being in, but she has ulterior motives of her own.
Will she help him recover his memory of that fateful night, or try to tame the beast for her own twisted desires?
This 6000 word wild and sexual tale contains rough sex, uncontrollable lust, and one woman who seeks to tame the monster for her own use.
Excerpt:
So any one that mooned him would be in for a rough sexual encounter at the hands of a mindless beast. That shouldn’t be too hard to avoid. Honestly how many people run around mooning strangers anyway?
An odd smile flashed on her face as she thought about some hapless college kid who in an effort to get into a fraternity agreed to moon passersby as part of his initiation. Wouldn’t he be shocked at the result of mooning Devon?
She guessed the hard part of controlling him would be to keep him from running off like he did last night.
Did he run home, or out into the middle of the woods somewhere? If a crowd of people didn’t surround him would he run off at all?
So many questions to answer, and she really wished to see the woman who had done this to him and ask her these questions.
The only question that truly mattered at the moment was where to find him. It would be kind of pointless to debate everything else if she never found him.
The line inched forward, and she moved with it. When her eyes looked back out the windows, she glimpsed a figure that resembled Devon disappear at the edge of the glass.
Without even pulling her cart out of line, she bolted for the doors, nearly knocking over the old man as he slowly progressed in the same direction.
“Sorry,” she said as she rushed by, not slowing a bit.
As she looked down the sidewalk, she saw him disappear around the corner of the building and into an alley. Brenda hurried after him, certain that it was Devon just by the way he carried himself, the stride that propelled him along his path.
As she rushed down the alleyway behind him, the question became how to get his attention. Should she call his name, and hoped he turned around? Then what? Tell him she knew his secret? No she had a better idea.
She upped her pace to a jog in order to gain on him faster. Her long blonde curls bounced off her shoulders until only about thirty paces separated them, then she slowed and scanned the alley for the right spot to put her plan into action.
A small indent in the fence on her left revealed itself with a plush tall grass that would help conceal the event seemed just too perfect. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, placed her hands under her skirt and pulled off her panties in such a rush that they remained around one ankle. She then turned her back to the figure still walking down the alley, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
“Hey Devon,” she hollered as loud as she could.
The man stopped in his tracks and turned around.
The entire sequence of events only took mere seconds, but to Brenda it all happened in slow motion.
The powerful frame of the man turned, and his gaze fell upon her. She made eye contact with him, and hoisted the bottom of her skirt up to the waist, and shook her bare flesh from side to side.
His body twitched as his eyes suddenly glowed that eerie golden color she remembered from the night before.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Live on Amazon this morning!
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Julie has a serious crush on her boss, a dreamy powerful man whom she is certain would never be attracted to a middle aged woman like herself with a few extra pounds. One slow day at work, he appears unannounced in her office to catch her in a compromising and unprofessional situation.
When she is called to his office she fears the worst, but James has something else in mind that could change Julie’s life, and her low self-esteem forever. The offer is made for her to travel with him as his personal assistant. She accepts after expressing concern about not being qualified. James’s only statement to her-“Just follow my lead.”
Will Julie read the right signals to follow, or will her crush on James get in the way?
This 6000 word romantic tale whisks a curvy woman away from her everyday life, and into a world dreams are made of.
Excerpt:
Following His Lead (BBW Billionare Erotica)
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Julie has a serious crush on her boss, a dreamy powerful man whom she is certain would never be attracted to a middle aged woman like herself with a few extra pounds. One slow day at work, he appears unannounced in her office to catch her in a compromising and unprofessional situation.
When she is called to his office she fears the worst, but James has something else in mind that could change Julie’s life, and her low self-esteem forever. The offer is made for her to travel with him as his personal assistant. She accepts after expressing concern about not being qualified. James’s only statement to her-“Just follow my lead.”
Will Julie read the right signals to follow, or will her crush on James get in the way?
This 6000 word romantic tale whisks a curvy woman away from her everyday life, and into a world dreams are made of.
Excerpt:
Julie
could say nothing, she just sat there, the embarrassment further heated her
face, it went from light red to deep red, and she wanted nothing more than to
crawl under her desk and hide from him.
Unable to
meet his gaze, she focused her vision on the impeccable suit. Now it seemed
full of tension, and she could not help but notice the bulge that grew in his
pants.
He cleared
his throat to bring her attention back up to his face, which was now back to
all business.
“Julie I
need you to come to my office, and leave your panties in the drawer.” The words
were barely out of his mouth before he turned sharply on his heel and strode
out the door.
Her heart
was in her throat as she watched him stride confidently out of sight, her mind
a dark cloud of uneasy questions. How had he known she had taken off her
panties? How long had he been standing there? What was going to happen now?
Would he write a disciplinary report for this? She couldn’t be fired for it
could she?
If he had
knocked, he would not have seen or known anything. But it was obviously to late
for what if’s, now it was a matter of what to say. Should she stand firm and
point out he had not knocked? She truly didn’t have the nerve to stand up to
him like that. Maybe she should apologize, but for what exactly? Is it
inappropriate behavior when you are alone behind the closed door of your own
office?
In truth
she had to admit that she was glad he caught her. The excitement of having been
caught by him was a rush for sure, but not as big as the glimpse she caught of
his member as it grew in his trousers. Could he really want a plain simple girl
with some meat on her bones?
“Yeah
right,” she sighed as she composed herself in preparation for facing him again.
She stood
in front of his closed office door and smoothed out her skirt. She felt
vulnerable and exposed without her panties on, was that part of his point? Only
one way to find out.
With a
deep breath she knocked on the door.
“Enter,”
came the command from the other side.
Julie
opened the door and stepped in, every nerve in her body was on edge.
James
leaned against the front of his desk, his jacket removed, and the sleeves of
his shirt rolled up, showing off one thick forearm as his arms were crossed.
The sight
of him almost made her freeze in place. Never before had she seen him in
anything less than a full suit. The image he portrayed at this moment was one
of an angry parent about to discipline a child. A mixture of fear, and desire
flowed through her body.
“You
wanted to see me Sir,” she stated the obvious.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Now Live!!
Excerpt:
Learning To Serve
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One lonely Saturday night, Angie decides to use an internet dating sight to explore her darkest most secret desires. When she connects with a man named Steve, she embarks on night of servitude that opens her eyes to what has been missing in her life. Step inside Angie’s mind as she gives herself over to a man who seems to know her very thoughts, and guides her to down the road to becoming a true submissive.
This 5400 word steamy tale of domination and submission is intended for mature audiences who enjoy BDSM, bondage, domination, and a submissive who wants to do anything to please her new master.
Excerpt:
In honest
truth, I would have let him take me anywhere right then, and ravish my body in
anyway he desired so long as it ended with his body writhing on top of mine as
we came together. I wanted to be his, and the longer we talked the more I was
certain he offered what my directionless life needed. Someone to take the
reigns, point me in a direction, and keep me focused on a single task. The task
I hoped to be assigned was satisfying his magnificent body.
When we
parted ways about two hours later, my panties were already soaked in
anticipation, and my nipples threatened to push right through my bra and
blouse. His final words to me rang in my head for hours after I left him.
“The next
time we meet, you will be on your knees ready to serve my every desire. Don’t
contact me until you are ready for it.” He then leaned down and kissed my
forehead before he walked away, leaving me alone on the sidewalk to watch his
powerful confident stride disappear into the crowd.
He had
planted the seed inside me, one that quickly sprouted into an all-consuming
lust. By day my body went through the motions my job required, while my brain
ran through fantasy after fantasy of being his sex slave. At night, I nearly
wore out my favorite vibe in attempts to satisfy the lust that threatened to
over power me. It was of no use though, I had to feel his hands on my body, and
the harsh tug on my hair as he yanked my head back while taking me from behind.
To feel that body of solid muscle as it rammed into me again and again until
his hot load shot inside me. Yes I was ready, and it was time to act on it.
So there I
was, on my knees in only a red thong and red stilettos about to give myself to
a man I didn’t truly know. The mystery that enshrouded the man I now call
Master Steve, and the anticipation of being bound and helpless for the first
time in my life was overwhelming. And time did nothing to ease my feelings.
How long
had I been kneeling her on the floor? I truly couldn’t say, it felt like an
eternity, yet mere seconds at the same time.
Monday, September 24, 2012
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Wife In Charge
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Tonya and Terry are a married couple with fantasies they have kept
hidden from each other. One day Tonya discovers videos on his computer
confirming somewhat similar fantasies between them, and decides to make
her fantasy a reality.
Terry plays along, an internal struggle
gripping his brain. Part of him wants to live out his fantasy, yet part
of him wants to run. What happens when the realization of how their
fantasies differ hits him?
A compelling and steamy 6800 word tale
about a man thinking with the wrong head, being led down a path into
complete submission and service forever changing the hierarchy in his
own house.
This story includes BDSM, Femdom, harsh discipline and a
strapon wielding wife turning her horny husband into becoming her
submissive slave, and is intended for mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
“How many
times have you jacked off to those movies?” The hard look in her eye told Terry
she wasn’t playing around.
“I don’t
really know, a lot.” His usual deep voice sounded meek and uncertain.
“Just so I
understand, you dream about giving up control of yourself to a strong woman
right?”
“Yes but
only as a fantasy. I….” His words were stopped again.
“Understand
that I fantasize about taking control, and you are going to give it to me
aren’t you?” She leaned in merely an inch from his face.
“But”
“Yes or no
is all I want to hear out of your mouth. And for the record, your pecker has
already cast its vote.” She sneered at him.
Terry
admitted defeat. After eight years of marriage Tonya knew him too well. She
knew exactly what buttons to push, and how hard to press each one. He always
led with his dick, and this wouldn’t be the first time she had used that
against him.
“Yes”
“Yes
what?” She wanted to hear him give up control
“Yes I am
yours.” While his words stumbled out, part of him was actually excited to live
out his fantasy. Humiliating but arousing at the same time.
“Mine to
do with as I please? Yes or no.” Time to move in for the kill shot.
“Yes.” His
eyes fell back to the floor as she let loose of the collar. The inner turmoil
raged on, his brain in panic mode fighting with his libido that truly wanted
this.
“Good. On
your feet.” She stepped back from him and waited.
Terry
being in excellent physical shape had little trouble rising without the use of
his hands, he stood eyes still pointed at the floor, cock pointing straight at
the ceiling and protruding from the pouch.
With
another click she attached a leash to the ring on the collar.
“Come see
what I had done to the basement.” She tugged on the leash biding Terry to
follow, his eyes locked on that gorgeous ass swaying in front of him.
She
unlocked the door and flipped the switch at the top of the stairs, illuminating
the stairwell, before starting her descent. As he followed a leash length
behind, he notice the lock on the basement door needed a key from either side
to open it.
His mind
still screamed out warning after warning that he was getting in over his head,
yet he couldn’t tell her no. From the chance to live out his fantasy, to the
choice to make her happy as he had always tried to do, he ignored the insistent
red flags his brain threw out at a rapid pace.
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