Tuesday, February 5, 2013

EARLY VALENTINE’S DAY PRESENT


I’d forgotten how BDSM my “Quickie”, Discovery, was until I reread it in honor of Valentine’s Day. So, a week early, here’s a taste of Becca’s Valentine weekend of discovery. Becca is a plus-sized 40-year-old whose life is boring. Her friend sets her up with a Dom to explore her latent desires. Here’s an adult-rated excerpt.

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“One of my assistants will be assigned to keep track of your punishment. And who knows? Maybe to dole it out.” He turned. The man to his right took a step forward and nodded, the ghost of a smile just visible in the soft lighting.

“Please continue disrobing,” the giant said, returning to his throne.

You can do it, she urged herself. For years you’ve dreamed of flaunting yourself before a roomful of men. She would never have admitted it to anyone, but she admired strippers and go-go dancers, women who displayed their perfect bodies so as to arouse lust in their audience, sexpots who allowed men—and women—to stuff bills in their G-strings, giving them the opportunity to surreptitiously fondle them in public. But Becca’s daydreams had stopped there. She’d never had the body to be really sexy. Never had the guts for it either.

That’s why you’re here, she reminded herself. To see if she could be a sub who fired a Dom to lust.

As she unbuttoned the fourth and fifth buttons, she let her gaze creep up the legs of the assistant who would keep track of her punishment. Was it her imagination, or did it seem his cock had grown to push against the leather at his groin?

At last the blouse was free of its restraints and she slipped it off her shoulders and let it slide down to her feet in a puddle. She could feel her nipples harden beneath her plain white nylon bra, knowing that three pairs of male eyes were watching. Sure, some men might like the abundant top of her—she wore a 38-DD—but her waist and hips also held the same kind of extra padding, making her less than runway-model caliber.

The giant raised the hand holding the whip, its flexible length gripped along with the long thick handle, tail skimming the floor, and flicked the resulting loop of leather up and down over one nipple.

Becca gasped as the sensation shot straight down to the point where her legs met.

“Now the bra. The whip wants to feel bare skin.”

Her throat dry, Becca reached for the front clasp and unhooked it. She could feel her cheeks burning as the cups fell to the sides, exposing her soft skin. Her breasts were full and round, swaying gently as she moved. She slid the straps down her shoulders and let the bra fall on top of the blouse.

True to his word, the giant nudged at her breasts, back and forth from one side to the other, raking the edges of her nipples to hard points with the looped whip.

Both assistants took an interested step closer. The one counting her punishments dared to lift a gloved finger and make a lazy circle around her areola. Becca arched her back, felt her chest swell out to him, thrusting her breast closer to his stroking.

“Go ahead,” the giant said. “Give it a kiss.”

The man made a deep sound in the back of his throat. Becca could see the brown flash of his eyes inside the mask before his head dipped and his tongue gently lapped her hard nipple then closed his mouth around it. Becca shuddered at the feeling. She wanted to cradle his head close to her and keep him there. But all she could do was close her eyes and tremble at the feel of his moist tongue, the inner softness of his mouth as he pulled and suckled at her with other men watching.

“Enough.”

The man stepped back. Becca felt somehow bereft.

“Now the rest of it,” the giant said, impatiently gesturing with the furled whip.

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This is the blurb for Discovery:

Something’s missing from Becca’s life. Maybe she needs—a Master?

A friend arranges for her to spend a weekend with one, to see if she’s cut out for the life of a sub. The man who answers her knock makes her uneasy. He’s huge, bald, leather-clad, and every inch a Dom.

But she gets more than she bargained for. Three Doms, to be exact. Three sexy, lusty males who each turn her on in different ways. How can she make the giant understand which Master she wants when she’s forbidden to speak?

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Discovery can also be found in the anthology CandyCravings, also published by Ellora’s Cave. 

Hope you’re planning something special for your Valentine…maybe the same way Becca did?

4 comments:

  1. This was a nice Discovery! I'm fanning my face. Great job Mistress Cris.

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  2. Ah, don't stop there...I was just getting interested...sounds great btw Cris...and Happy Valentine's Day to you...

    Cheers,
    Alan.

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  3. Cute play on words, Katalina. Thanks!

    Alan, it does get more interesting. Thanks for commenting.

    And thank you, too, Missy Jane. Yes the whole story is hot :-)

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