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Deep Obsession: A Fourth Rape Fantasy
Deep Obsession: A Fourth Rape Fantasy
Alysson and Micah have shared a deep and dark passion for rough sex and imagined rape many times over, but when the real thing comes along and someone breaks into their house leaving gifts and threaten kidnapping, it makes the fantasy into a nightmare.
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My heart pounded. What if, what if. I walked silently down the path, the person had walked all the way from the road, as I could tell. But I couldn't tell if they were walking in and back or not.
Ok. Micah. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text. "Where are you at this exact moment?" I was heading back toward my house. I would check the garage. Micah. It could be Micah. It had to be Micah.
I climbed up the stairs quickly and closed the door. Was I making too big a deal out of this? No. This was our property, if it wasn't Micah then someone was trespassing.
"Micah if this is you I'm about to call Jared, this is freaking me out," I said to my apparently empty house. I moved silently through it, and stepped into the garage. By the door were little puddles. F***. "Micah, seriously!" I cried, but he wasn't coming out.
I hurried through the garage but other then the wet prints, no one was there.
I dialed Micah. It was time to call him.
"Hey, you've reached Micah Noble's personal line, you know the drill, leave a message after the buzz," his recorded message said.
"F*** Micah, answer your phone. Are you teasing me with this or is this not you. F***. Red Micah, RED." I slammed the phone shut, genuinely scared.
Sneak Peek (Language edits not included book):
My heart pounded. What if, what if. I walked silently down the path, the person had walked all the way from the road, as I could tell. But I couldn't tell if they were walking in and back or not.
Ok. Micah. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text. "Where are you at this exact moment?" I was heading back toward my house. I would check the garage. Micah. It could be Micah. It had to be Micah.
I climbed up the stairs quickly and closed the door. Was I making too big a deal out of this? No. This was our property, if it wasn't Micah then someone was trespassing.
"Micah if this is you I'm about to call Jared, this is freaking me out," I said to my apparently empty house. I moved silently through it, and stepped into the garage. By the door were little puddles. F***. "Micah, seriously!" I cried, but he wasn't coming out.
I hurried through the garage but other then the wet prints, no one was there.
I dialed Micah. It was time to call him.
"Hey, you've reached Micah Noble's personal line, you know the drill, leave a message after the buzz," his recorded message said.
"F*** Micah, answer your phone. Are you teasing me with this or is this not you. F***. Red Micah, RED." I slammed the phone shut, genuinely scared.
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The Billionaire At My Whim
The Billionaire At My Whim
Seven years ago Lana witnessed her neighbor brutally beat his son, Joseph. Fearing for Joseph's life she helped him escape, driving him out of town in the dead of night. Now he's back, gorgeous, rich, and powerful, and Lana finds herself drawn to him, but in ways she's never been drawn to a man before. She feels a certain power over him, a pull knowing that he is hers, and Joseph seems to recognize it as well. He is, simply, at her whim.
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I hadn't thought about Joey Purdue in almost six years, and yet here he stood, all six foot four inches of thickly corded muscle. Joey. His sandy brown hair which had always been prone to too much frizzy curl was waved gently back from his face, showing beautiful gray eyes. I marveled at how steadily they captured me, no longer skiddish and timid as they had been in high school. I don't know why but I was shocked to see that there were no bruises or marks on his healthily tanned skin. His full lips quirked into a smile.
He was simply oozing sex. And power. That shocked me, the meek boy I'd known standing inside this tall and powerful man. I just knew he was capable. Whether it was the firm set of his large raised-on-a-farm shoulders, or the expensive, probably Italian, tailored suit coat on top of designer jeans, he just was confident.
“Lana Goodwin,” he said with an alarmingly charming smile. “I didn't expect to see you here.”
I blushed. Why did I blush? I have no clue, but I did, bright red and all over my face and down my neck to the top of my breasts as they peaked out of my flirty polka dot apron. Harry, Harry, Harry. I thought, trying to remember my boyfriend, trying to drop the powerful desire to flirt that wrapped me.
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I hadn't thought about Joey Purdue in almost six years, and yet here he stood, all six foot four inches of thickly corded muscle. Joey. His sandy brown hair which had always been prone to too much frizzy curl was waved gently back from his face, showing beautiful gray eyes. I marveled at how steadily they captured me, no longer skiddish and timid as they had been in high school. I don't know why but I was shocked to see that there were no bruises or marks on his healthily tanned skin. His full lips quirked into a smile.
He was simply oozing sex. And power. That shocked me, the meek boy I'd known standing inside this tall and powerful man. I just knew he was capable. Whether it was the firm set of his large raised-on-a-farm shoulders, or the expensive, probably Italian, tailored suit coat on top of designer jeans, he just was confident.
“Lana Goodwin,” he said with an alarmingly charming smile. “I didn't expect to see you here.”
I blushed. Why did I blush? I have no clue, but I did, bright red and all over my face and down my neck to the top of my breasts as they peaked out of my flirty polka dot apron. Harry, Harry, Harry. I thought, trying to remember my boyfriend, trying to drop the powerful desire to flirt that wrapped me.
Too Deep: A Third Rape Fantasy
Micah and Allyson have a history of fantasy rape games but all hell breaks loose when Allyson's father comes back from his trip early and discovers the apparent kidnapping and rape of his daughter.
Will she and Micah be able to convince her father it was done in innocent fun and that Micah is actually a good, upstanding citizen? Will her father ever let Lyssie and Micah be together knowing their dark and twisted secret?
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“Let me see your hands!” The officer said.
“He's unarmed,” I pleaded.
Micah held his hands over his head as he slid out. “That's not true, I have a switchblade in my back pocket. And in the back of the van in a locked case you will find a gun, my license is in my wallet with my photo ID,” he said. I frowned, I hadn't known he'd had a gun.
They were rough with him, slamming his face and hands down on the hood of the van and patting him down as they recited the Miranda rights. They removed the switchblade and another officer got the gun case. Micah provided the lock combination and they opened it to find a gun. I wasn't great with guns, it was medium-sized and black and looked terrifying to me. The clip was beside it.
Will she and Micah be able to convince her father it was done in innocent fun and that Micah is actually a good, upstanding citizen? Will her father ever let Lyssie and Micah be together knowing their dark and twisted secret?
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“Let me see your hands!” The officer said.
“He's unarmed,” I pleaded.
Micah held his hands over his head as he slid out. “That's not true, I have a switchblade in my back pocket. And in the back of the van in a locked case you will find a gun, my license is in my wallet with my photo ID,” he said. I frowned, I hadn't known he'd had a gun.
They were rough with him, slamming his face and hands down on the hood of the van and patting him down as they recited the Miranda rights. They removed the switchblade and another officer got the gun case. Micah provided the lock combination and they opened it to find a gun. I wasn't great with guns, it was medium-sized and black and looked terrifying to me. The clip was beside it.
Deeper: A Second Rape Fantasy
A second story following Deep: A Rape Fantasy.
Alysson Jennings is a seemingly innocent kindergarten teacher, but she has a secret. She likes to act out her rape fantasies with her best friend Micah. But Micah has doubts, acting as their make-believe childhood nemesis, Evan Richards, concerned that their kink means they are twisted and prevent a their progression of a regular relationship. They're rough and wild trysts are fun and exciting, but when he asks her to dinner she realizes she's head over heels, and his feelings are stronger than she ever imagined.
Will a regular relationship ever work for two that love the battle for power and rough play as much as they do? Can “normal” sex be as passionate for these two? Can they find a balance between “regular” love and the kinky steamy fucking they both need and want?
Sneak Peek:
“Jesus Lyssie, what are we doing?”
I frowned, I really didn't want him to doubt how much I loved it... but I didn't want him to feel like I was forcing him to be rough.
“Do you not like it, do you want to stop?” I couldn't keep the tremor from my voice.
He looked at me a long moment. In that moment I tried hard not to look at him, knowing that if I did I would beg with my eyes, if not with my words.
“No...no I don't want us to stop, its just shocking to me...how much I like it. The power over you. The fight, when you slammed that silly bowl into my head I thought I'd cum right there. Jesus, am I fucked up or what?” He said, leaning toward me. His eyes were an intense, vivid blue staring deeply within me, a little knot between his brow and the purse of his lips showing me he was really concerned by it.
“If you are so am I. I have loved my bruises and these little scrapes. Every chance I got I'd look at the bruises you gave me for Halloween.”
He offered me a half smile, but it looked more like a cringe then a grin. The waitress came and brought us the wine, making a show of opening the bottle and setting it in a silver tin of ice to breathe before pouring. Micah leaned back chewing on his lip barely aware of her as she made her show with a flourish. As soon as she was gone he leaned forward again, resting his forearms on the table, his eyes locking with mine again, blue to brown.
“I always imagined rough, but I could never figure out if I wanted to be the dom or the submissive. The idea of being one or the other... well it was frustrating. I wanted to fight for the power, not be granted it or have it simply stripped away. When you said you wanted to be raped, wanted to kick and scream and fight, it was like I suddenly realized what I wanted to do, and it scared the shit out of me.”
Alysson Jennings is a seemingly innocent kindergarten teacher, but she has a secret. She likes to act out her rape fantasies with her best friend Micah. But Micah has doubts, acting as their make-believe childhood nemesis, Evan Richards, concerned that their kink means they are twisted and prevent a their progression of a regular relationship. They're rough and wild trysts are fun and exciting, but when he asks her to dinner she realizes she's head over heels, and his feelings are stronger than she ever imagined.
Will a regular relationship ever work for two that love the battle for power and rough play as much as they do? Can “normal” sex be as passionate for these two? Can they find a balance between “regular” love and the kinky steamy fucking they both need and want?
Sneak Peek:
“Jesus Lyssie, what are we doing?”
I frowned, I really didn't want him to doubt how much I loved it... but I didn't want him to feel like I was forcing him to be rough.
“Do you not like it, do you want to stop?” I couldn't keep the tremor from my voice.
He looked at me a long moment. In that moment I tried hard not to look at him, knowing that if I did I would beg with my eyes, if not with my words.
“No...no I don't want us to stop, its just shocking to me...how much I like it. The power over you. The fight, when you slammed that silly bowl into my head I thought I'd cum right there. Jesus, am I fucked up or what?” He said, leaning toward me. His eyes were an intense, vivid blue staring deeply within me, a little knot between his brow and the purse of his lips showing me he was really concerned by it.
“If you are so am I. I have loved my bruises and these little scrapes. Every chance I got I'd look at the bruises you gave me for Halloween.”
He offered me a half smile, but it looked more like a cringe then a grin. The waitress came and brought us the wine, making a show of opening the bottle and setting it in a silver tin of ice to breathe before pouring. Micah leaned back chewing on his lip barely aware of her as she made her show with a flourish. As soon as she was gone he leaned forward again, resting his forearms on the table, his eyes locking with mine again, blue to brown.
“I always imagined rough, but I could never figure out if I wanted to be the dom or the submissive. The idea of being one or the other... well it was frustrating. I wanted to fight for the power, not be granted it or have it simply stripped away. When you said you wanted to be raped, wanted to kick and scream and fight, it was like I suddenly realized what I wanted to do, and it scared the shit out of me.”
Deep: A Rape Fantasy
*Lesa Fuchs-Carter's 30th Erotic Title!*
Alysson Jennings is a sweet and apparently innocent kindergarten teacher, but when her best childhood and now long-distance friend, Micah, asks her what her deepest fantasy is, she is embarrassed to confess that she wants it rough, extreme. She has a rape fantasy.
A few weeks later when Micah sends her pictures of his most recent photo shoot, complete with women in a rape fantasy scenario, the transition from childhood best friend to lusty crush is complete. Secretly she starts lusting after him, yearning to have him be the one that acts out her fantasy.
Sneak Peek:
Micah: is rough bad?
Me: no... rough is...good. I... my deepest fantasy is to be kidnapped and raped.
I could almost feel the sucked in breath. The word freak rolled over me.
Micah: how do u mean, raped?
Me: i want to be taken, brutally, i want to kick and scream and have a hand clutched over my mouth with zero control, and with him having zero regard for my happiness or pleasure.
Micah: jesus, Lyssie...
I felt the embarrassment roll through me, this man knew me completely, and he didn't get it any more than I did. I remembered being eleven and tied to the tree in the forest, him playing the hero and the antagonist, testing my ability to wiggle free of the scarves from my mother's closet. That was when I had first started thinking about being kidnapped, about being raped. I knew it wasn't a glamorous thing when it happened for real...but as a fantasy?
Me: yeah pretty sick i know. sry.
Micah: no its not that at all... I guess I didn't know girls imagined stuff like that.
Me: i dunno if most do... I do.
Alysson Jennings is a sweet and apparently innocent kindergarten teacher, but when her best childhood and now long-distance friend, Micah, asks her what her deepest fantasy is, she is embarrassed to confess that she wants it rough, extreme. She has a rape fantasy.
A few weeks later when Micah sends her pictures of his most recent photo shoot, complete with women in a rape fantasy scenario, the transition from childhood best friend to lusty crush is complete. Secretly she starts lusting after him, yearning to have him be the one that acts out her fantasy.
Sneak Peek:
Micah: is rough bad?
Me: no... rough is...good. I... my deepest fantasy is to be kidnapped and raped.
I could almost feel the sucked in breath. The word freak rolled over me.
Micah: how do u mean, raped?
Me: i want to be taken, brutally, i want to kick and scream and have a hand clutched over my mouth with zero control, and with him having zero regard for my happiness or pleasure.
Micah: jesus, Lyssie...
I felt the embarrassment roll through me, this man knew me completely, and he didn't get it any more than I did. I remembered being eleven and tied to the tree in the forest, him playing the hero and the antagonist, testing my ability to wiggle free of the scarves from my mother's closet. That was when I had first started thinking about being kidnapped, about being raped. I knew it wasn't a glamorous thing when it happened for real...but as a fantasy?
Me: yeah pretty sick i know. sry.
Micah: no its not that at all... I guess I didn't know girls imagined stuff like that.
Me: i dunno if most do... I do.
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Penance: Bound and Gagged
Penance: Bound and Gagged
Meredith finds herself at her dom's mercy after forgetting not thinking about his pleasure first during their love making. Charlie, her husband of many years and her dom for mere weeks, is faced with the challenge of finding and enacting a suitable punishment for her, but can a punishment of pleasure work?
In Penance: Seclusion, Meredith was locked in a bathroom far enough from civilization that no one could hear her scream. In Penance: Pain her cage has been expanded to include a bedroom filled with all sorts of dark and twisted punishments, things that excite her despite her fear. In Penance: Humiliation Charlie takes Meredith out of their new home, forced to orgasm in front of strangers, and being introduced to a fetish club. In Penance: Confessions Charlie asks Meredith to be his submissive, and offers confessions of his own. In Penance: Bound and Gagged Meredith is given a new form of 'punishment' in a room full of exciting new torments.
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With the tip of the crop Charlie lifted my chin. I could see the smoke dancing in his eyes, the sign of my dom. Despite the fact that it would be punishment it would be fun.
"What am I going to do with you? Such a naughty girl who like such naughty things."
I tried hard not to smile, but knew I couldn't keep it from my eyes. Charlie's expression gave him away as well, he was enjoying an excuse to punish me. Since making the decision, I had been a model submissive, never making a mistake worth any real punishment. I think we both had looked forward to this oversight.
Charlie smiled wickedly, his thick brow arching. He'd made a decision. He stepped away from me carelessly tossing the crop into the wardrobe and picking up a blindfold.
In Penance: Seclusion, Meredith was locked in a bathroom far enough from civilization that no one could hear her scream. In Penance: Pain her cage has been expanded to include a bedroom filled with all sorts of dark and twisted punishments, things that excite her despite her fear. In Penance: Humiliation Charlie takes Meredith out of their new home, forced to orgasm in front of strangers, and being introduced to a fetish club. In Penance: Confessions Charlie asks Meredith to be his submissive, and offers confessions of his own. In Penance: Bound and Gagged Meredith is given a new form of 'punishment' in a room full of exciting new torments.
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With the tip of the crop Charlie lifted my chin. I could see the smoke dancing in his eyes, the sign of my dom. Despite the fact that it would be punishment it would be fun.
"What am I going to do with you? Such a naughty girl who like such naughty things."
I tried hard not to smile, but knew I couldn't keep it from my eyes. Charlie's expression gave him away as well, he was enjoying an excuse to punish me. Since making the decision, I had been a model submissive, never making a mistake worth any real punishment. I think we both had looked forward to this oversight.
Charlie smiled wickedly, his thick brow arching. He'd made a decision. He stepped away from me carelessly tossing the crop into the wardrobe and picking up a blindfold.
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Penance: Confessions
Penance: Confessions
Meredith knows her sin. Cheating on her beloved husband of eight years, and she has paid penance, but when Charlie shows glimpses of a darker past then she ever imagined, she is caught between finding the truth and loving and exploring their newly rekindled relationship.
In Penance: Seclusion, Meredith was locked in a bathroom far enough from civilization that no one could hear her scream. In Penance: Pain her cage has been expanded to include a bedroom filled with all sorts of dark and twisted punishments, things that excite her despite her fear. In Penance: Humiliation Charlie takes Meredith out of their new home, forced to orgasm in front of strangers, and being introduced to a fetish club. In Penance: Confessions Charlie asks Meredith to be his submissive, and offers confessions of his own.
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“Charlie,” I started, then quickly corrected myself, “Sir, what is going on? I... I'm afraid.”
Charlie let go of my breast and lifted me gently into his lap, those dark clouds that were the tell of my dominant Charlie fluttered and dispersed, showing the Charlie I had married so long ago. He touched my face, brushing back my hair. I could smell the scent of my sex on his fingers still.
“You don't need to be afraid, Meredith, I won't let any harm come to you, you are mine.”
“This is more penance?” I asked watching as Gavin worked quickly on the front steps and moved down to the elegant arch of our front walk. Charlie looked at Gavin as he worked silently and efficiently.
“No. This is a confession. Its about knowledge, Meredith.”
In Penance: Seclusion, Meredith was locked in a bathroom far enough from civilization that no one could hear her scream. In Penance: Pain her cage has been expanded to include a bedroom filled with all sorts of dark and twisted punishments, things that excite her despite her fear. In Penance: Humiliation Charlie takes Meredith out of their new home, forced to orgasm in front of strangers, and being introduced to a fetish club. In Penance: Confessions Charlie asks Meredith to be his submissive, and offers confessions of his own.
Sneak Peek:
“Charlie,” I started, then quickly corrected myself, “Sir, what is going on? I... I'm afraid.”
Charlie let go of my breast and lifted me gently into his lap, those dark clouds that were the tell of my dominant Charlie fluttered and dispersed, showing the Charlie I had married so long ago. He touched my face, brushing back my hair. I could smell the scent of my sex on his fingers still.
“You don't need to be afraid, Meredith, I won't let any harm come to you, you are mine.”
“This is more penance?” I asked watching as Gavin worked quickly on the front steps and moved down to the elegant arch of our front walk. Charlie looked at Gavin as he worked silently and efficiently.
“No. This is a confession. Its about knowledge, Meredith.”
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Penance: Humiliation (Penance Through Submission, Vol. 3)
When Meredith cheats on her husband, Charlie, she is offered a choice, penance or divorce, but with the pain of her infidelity, Charlie has become a much darker lover. Their trust is building once again, but with the excitement of BDSM, stretching them and building their relationship with love and intensity. She is now faced with her greatest challenge, humiliation.
In Penance: Seclusion, Meredith was locked in a bathroom far enough from civilization that no one could hear her scream. In Penance: Pain her cage has been expanded to include a bedroom filled with all sorts of dark and twisted punishments, things that excite her despite her fear. In Penance: Humiliation Charlie takes Meredith out of their new home, forced to orgasm in front of strangers, and being introduced to a fetish club.
Sneak Peek: (Sexually Explicit)
I more collapsed then knelt with the power of the toy humming against my clit. My body ached as it pushed toward that orgasm, “Sir....please... I need...cum...” I groaned. Then I realized my mistake, I had meant I need to cum, but I'd forgotten the to. Charlie was taking advantage of that.
“Did you hear that gentlemen? She'd like some cum, who want's to pour their seed all over my slave's ass.” The three of them moved almost as one, immediately unzipping their flies, not concerned about their friends seeing their cocks at all. “Oh good, volunteers, one go in front and spray in her face,” Charlie commanded.
In Penance: Seclusion, Meredith was locked in a bathroom far enough from civilization that no one could hear her scream. In Penance: Pain her cage has been expanded to include a bedroom filled with all sorts of dark and twisted punishments, things that excite her despite her fear. In Penance: Humiliation Charlie takes Meredith out of their new home, forced to orgasm in front of strangers, and being introduced to a fetish club.
Sneak Peek: (Sexually Explicit)
I more collapsed then knelt with the power of the toy humming against my clit. My body ached as it pushed toward that orgasm, “Sir....please... I need...cum...” I groaned. Then I realized my mistake, I had meant I need to cum, but I'd forgotten the to. Charlie was taking advantage of that.
“Did you hear that gentlemen? She'd like some cum, who want's to pour their seed all over my slave's ass.” The three of them moved almost as one, immediately unzipping their flies, not concerned about their friends seeing their cocks at all. “Oh good, volunteers, one go in front and spray in her face,” Charlie commanded.
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Penance: Pain (Penance Through Submission, Vol. 2)
Even though Meredith loves her husband, Charlie, she was caught cheating. She was about to give up when he appeared at her hotel, but something has changed about Charlie. Instead of the once gentle man he was, Charlie has become a much darker lover.
In Penance: Seclusion, Meredith was locked in a bathroom far enough from civilization that no one could hear her scream. In Penance: Pain her cage has been expanded to include a bedroom filled with all sorts of dark and twisted punishments, things that excite her despite her fear.
Meredith is offered a simple choice, penance or divorce.
Sneak Peek: (Sexually Explicit)
“Oh my fallen angel, do you find pleasure in hurting your husband so much?” He asked as he circled me.
“No, Sir!”
“Have I not been good to you? Giving you pleasure?”
“You have, Sir,” I nodded.
“You have not even paid full penance for your treachery with the repair man, and you fall further.”
He squatted down in front of me as I knelt on the plush carpet.
He was wearing work jeans, clean, but long since stained with grease, oils, stain, paints. My husband was a general contractor that believed in doing much of the work himself, it was inevitable that he would have some staining. I could see his cock pressing into the front of those jeans. His voice said he was angry, but his cock said he was delighted. He touched my cheek.
“Now I must decide on your punishment.”
My eyes flitted up past his black t-shirt, it too had paint and stains on it. His eyes locked with mine and he touched my cheek. “Do you need pain?”
I swallowed, my pussy clenching, begging. His eyes darted to my lower region, taking in my wet cunt, and he slid his finger into my so-ready hole.
“Lets ask that again. Do you need pain?”
My body reacted for me, as he swirled his finger inside me. I nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir what?” He asked, grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my face up to look at him, the gray clouds in his eyes swirled and I moaned.
“Yes, Sir I need you to punish me with pain.”
In Penance: Seclusion, Meredith was locked in a bathroom far enough from civilization that no one could hear her scream. In Penance: Pain her cage has been expanded to include a bedroom filled with all sorts of dark and twisted punishments, things that excite her despite her fear.
Meredith is offered a simple choice, penance or divorce.
Sneak Peek: (Sexually Explicit)
“Oh my fallen angel, do you find pleasure in hurting your husband so much?” He asked as he circled me.
“No, Sir!”
“Have I not been good to you? Giving you pleasure?”
“You have, Sir,” I nodded.
“You have not even paid full penance for your treachery with the repair man, and you fall further.”
He squatted down in front of me as I knelt on the plush carpet.
He was wearing work jeans, clean, but long since stained with grease, oils, stain, paints. My husband was a general contractor that believed in doing much of the work himself, it was inevitable that he would have some staining. I could see his cock pressing into the front of those jeans. His voice said he was angry, but his cock said he was delighted. He touched my cheek.
“Now I must decide on your punishment.”
My eyes flitted up past his black t-shirt, it too had paint and stains on it. His eyes locked with mine and he touched my cheek. “Do you need pain?”
I swallowed, my pussy clenching, begging. His eyes darted to my lower region, taking in my wet cunt, and he slid his finger into my so-ready hole.
“Lets ask that again. Do you need pain?”
My body reacted for me, as he swirled his finger inside me. I nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir what?” He asked, grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my face up to look at him, the gray clouds in his eyes swirled and I moaned.
“Yes, Sir I need you to punish me with pain.”
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Penance: Seclusion (Penance Through Submission, Vol. 1)
When Meredith is caught in a wild tryst by her husband, Charlie, she fears their marriage of eight years is over. After a week in a hotel Charlie comes to get her. But something has changed about Charlie, instead of the gentle, sweet man she has always known, he ties her up in the back of his van and takes her to an unfinished house far enough from civilization that no one will hear her scream. Meredith is offered a choice, penance or divorce.
Sneak Peek: (Sexually Explicit)
“You say 'No' and I will leave and you will never see me again. You say, 'Stop' and I will spank you harder. You say, 'Daffodil' and I will know that you are willing, but the pain is too much. I will stop and you will stay here and be mine for another day.” My eyes were wide with fear, with longing. His. I could endure a little bit of pain to be with my loving and doting husband one more day. I grasped the edge of the marble counter-top, my knuckles white with anticipation.
He grabbed my hips and pulled my buttocks out and away from the counter, bending me at the waist. Then he kicked my feet apart, and I felt a blush run through me, my pussy felt the warm air whispering over it and I knew that if he caught me right the paddle would strike those delicate pedals.
Sneak Peek: (Sexually Explicit)
“You say 'No' and I will leave and you will never see me again. You say, 'Stop' and I will spank you harder. You say, 'Daffodil' and I will know that you are willing, but the pain is too much. I will stop and you will stay here and be mine for another day.” My eyes were wide with fear, with longing. His. I could endure a little bit of pain to be with my loving and doting husband one more day. I grasped the edge of the marble counter-top, my knuckles white with anticipation.
He grabbed my hips and pulled my buttocks out and away from the counter, bending me at the waist. Then he kicked my feet apart, and I felt a blush run through me, my pussy felt the warm air whispering over it and I knew that if he caught me right the paddle would strike those delicate pedals.
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Latex and Chocolate
Latex and Chocolate: Book 1 in The Box of Chocolates
When a young model is hired to help at the Valentines Day Sex Convention as a latex-clad dominatrix, she never dreams to what extent the client is wanting her to preform. Will she step up to the role, or will she melt under pressure?
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“You like that don't you?” I asked as I slid my fingernails gently along them.
“Yes, Mistress,” he murmured, barely audible.
“I can't hear you,” I snapped, and flicked my wrist, slapping the switch hard down along his butt once again.
He sucked in air quickly, “Yes, Mistress, yes I like it.”
I traced the tip of the switch along his back, scratching it over the scars.
“One day you will tell me what happened to you,” I said, quiet enough that it stayed between us.
“As you desire, Mistress,” he responded.
I stepped back away from him. What some people don't understand about flogging, about whips, about pain, is that a little bit of a break between it sharpens the senses, you begin to predict when the next lashing will come. Your body heightens, tenses. The stinging turns to a slow burn and you anticipate. There is a level of fear, but also a level of excitement, and in some cases lust.
When a young model is hired to help at the Valentines Day Sex Convention as a latex-clad dominatrix, she never dreams to what extent the client is wanting her to preform. Will she step up to the role, or will she melt under pressure?
Sneak Peek:
“You like that don't you?” I asked as I slid my fingernails gently along them.
“Yes, Mistress,” he murmured, barely audible.
“I can't hear you,” I snapped, and flicked my wrist, slapping the switch hard down along his butt once again.
He sucked in air quickly, “Yes, Mistress, yes I like it.”
I traced the tip of the switch along his back, scratching it over the scars.
“One day you will tell me what happened to you,” I said, quiet enough that it stayed between us.
“As you desire, Mistress,” he responded.
I stepped back away from him. What some people don't understand about flogging, about whips, about pain, is that a little bit of a break between it sharpens the senses, you begin to predict when the next lashing will come. Your body heightens, tenses. The stinging turns to a slow burn and you anticipate. There is a level of fear, but also a level of excitement, and in some cases lust.
