Meet
Will and Abby. An ordinary couple that you wouldn’t give a second
glance at if they were walking down the street. Except they share a
wonderful secret and bond as they explore their Master/slave
relationship.
This
is a loving couple, full of good humour, but nothing in any
relationship is perfect and sometimes things go wrong. Even the
strongest will in the world can't always obey and with that comes
consequences...
Three vignettes, The Edge, Bad Girl, and Breathless focus
on control. Can Abby be taken to the edge of pleasure and not cross
over? She wants to obey and to hold on. But can she? And what will
happen to her if she can't?
Holding on has never felt so good...
******** EXCERPT ********
“Will, please.”
“Excuse me? I think you mean 'Sir,' and do you really think this is up to you?”
“Er, no, Sir. I guess not. I'm sorry.”
“I should think so. Now lie back. Go on.”
I
lie back against the chair. I don’t have another choice anyway. My legs
are spread wide apart and strapped tightly to the chair legs, so I
couldn't close them if I wanted to, and my arms are tied behind my back
and then secured to the back of the chair frame. I'm really not going
anywhere until my Lord and Master lets me.
You grin at me, knowing full well that there's nothing I can do.
I narrow my eyes. “You evil b...”
You grab my chin and force me to look into your eyes.
“I really don't think you want to finish that sentence, Abby. I wouldn't advise it.”
You
continue circling my clit with just the tip of your finger, as you have
been doing, agonisingly slowly, for the last few minutes. I moan and
throw my head back.
“Oh, please, Sir. Please may I come?"
You
pretend to consider my request, as if you haven’t already made up your
mind. "Hmmmm, no. No, I don't think so.” You run your other hand over my
breasts, pausing to tweak first one nipple and then the other.
“You need to learn that this body does not belong to you any more. It belongs to me and it's up to me ifyou get any pleasure and up to me when and how. Understand?"
“Ye...he...Yes, Sir”, I pant, trying desperately to hold on.
“Good
girl.” You grin evilly again. “Besides I'm nowhere near done teasing
you yet. I’m having far too much fun enjoying that lovely tortured
expression on your face.”
I
let out another low moan, borne of frustration and desire; at the same
time feeling a tingling warmth and excitement in my stomach at your
dominance over me.
Your touch builds me dangerously close to orgasm again, leaving
me hovering right there on the edge. I try to think of something else,
anything else. What are we having for dinner? What shall I make? Are we
out of peas? Or perhaps His Domliness will decide he wants to go out
when he has finished working up an appetite by torturing me!
The
thought brings me right back into the room, back to the sensation of
your fingers sliding in and out of me, your thumb lightly rubbing my
clit ever closer, ever nearer. I buck in my seat, half torn between
wanting to push myself forward against your thumb, wanting release so
badly, and not wanting to let you down by coming without permission.
“Sirrrr,” I groan.
“Yes, Abby. What can I do for you? Do you want me to stop? Good idea!”
You
remove your hand from my pussy and I let out an animal yelp of
frustration. Oh God. This is the third time you have brought me to the
brink of orgasm and I really don't know how much more I can stand.
Author Bio and links:
When
not writing about delicious, hot male dominants and the female subs who
love them, I’m usually doing something craft-like, reading, baking,
eating the results of said baking, and attempting to satisfy the demands
of His High and Mighty Dominance (the cat!). My first story, Imagine,
was published with Silver Moon Books last year and Coming, Ready or Not
is my first solo book.
You can follow me on my blog – http://liv-honeywell.com, Goodreads -http://www.goodreads.com/LivHoneywell, Twitter -http://www.twitter.com/LivHoneywell or Facebook –https://www.facebook.com/LivHoneywellErotica%20/t%20_blank
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