Sunday, November 10, 2013

Sunday Snog #99: The Understudy

Greetings! 

Is it really Sunday already? I've been so busy with preparations for my big release next week - Her Secret Ingredient will be available for VIP download next Friday! - that I haven't had a chance to breathe. Then I realized that next weekend will be my 100th Sunday Snog. So of course I plan to celebrate. Actually, I'll have contests on all weekend, with multiple prizes. Stay tuned!

Meanwhile, I wanted to give you a kiss today from the same basic genre as Her Secret Ingredient - contemporary BDSM. The Understudy more or less fills the bill, although the tone is very different - much more serious. The kisses are just as intense, though!

Is there a future in playing stand-in to a slave?

Sarah Gladstone was thrilled to be offered her first real acting job at the Berks Summer Playhouse. She never expected to be working with theatre legend Geoffrey Hart. The charismatic actor quickly brings her under his spell, not to mention his control, as he initiates her into the dark delights of BDSM. He offers her far more than physical pleasure; they share a level of intimacy and trust beyond anything Sarah could have imagined.

According to the rumours, though, Geoff's heart is taken. Renowned actress Anne Merrill, his long time partner and submissive lover, has severed their relationship and Hart has escaped to the Berkshires to lick his emotional wounds. With her youth, inexperience, and girl-next-door persona, Sarah knows that she can't compete with the glamorous theatre veteran. She fears that she's just a substitute for the real object of Geoff's affections. As he draws her deeper into his intoxicating games of dominance and submission, Sarah wonders if she's willing to settle for the role of understudy in this perverse passion play.


After you've enjoyed my snog, be sure to head over to Victoria's place for more delectable kisses!




I wasn’t hungry but I forced myself to sit there through dessert and coffee—to act normal. It was Monday, our dark night, when the Playhouse was closed. Adele and some of the other cast members were going over to Rory’s, the pub on the other side of the green. If I’d really been serious about giving Geoffrey the brush off, I would have accepted Adele’s insistent invitation. Instead, I pleaded a headache. Then Geoff agreed to join them. For a moment, I desperately wanted to change my mind. Don’t give in, I told myself. He’ll just chat up all the local girls and make you feel miserable. Better to curl up in bed with Margaret Atwood’s latest and try to forget him.

I headed for the stairs, exhausted by the emotional cartwheels I’d been doing. He caught up with me in the front hall. I smelled his cologne, felt his bulk behind me. His hands settled on my shoulders and I really thought, for a moment, that I’d faint from the rush of desire that touch triggered.

“Sarah.” His voice was a caress.
 
My frustration and resentment evaporated in the heat of my lust.

“I see that you’ve made yourself more—accessible. Wait, don’t turn around.” He let his fingers wander along my throat, tracing my collarbone, then just grazing my taut nipples.
 
I shuddered with delight.

“Without a bra. Very good.” He gave the aching nubs a symmetrical squeeze. 
 
Pleasure sizzled through me. 
 
He moulded my hips, feeling for a panty line. “And panty-less, too! What a sweet, obedient slut!” He began to raise my skirt. 
 
I remembered that we were in a public place, that a cast member, another guest or a member of the hotel staff might wander into the hall at any moment. “No…” I moaned as he brushed his palm across my exposed bush.

“No? You’d refuse me?” 
 
I felt a fingertip parting my curls, stroking my slippery outer lips. His gentle tap on my clit sent lightning up my spine. I went rigid, holding my breath, silently begging for more. The finger disappeared. His big hands smoothed my skirt over my buttocks.

“No…” I tried to stifle my sob, but knew he wouldn’t miss it.

“Meaning what? Are you mine or not?”

“I—I don’t know.” I was desperate for his touch, but fear held me back. Not the fear of being discovered. The fear of what I might discover about myself.

He twirled me round to face him. “An honest answer. I appreciate that. Just as I appreciate the fact that you’ve followed my instructions. Really, I do.”

I searched his eyes. He appeared to be sincere.

“Then why—why did you ignore me all through dinner?”

His laugh was edged with mockery. “Did you want my attention, little one?”
 
My cheeks burned. 
 
He cupped my chin. “I thought you might be more comfortable if I wasn’t undressing you with my eyes. Believe me, I saw you, Sarah. I saw your gesture of submission, and rejoiced.”

He bent to me and pressed those arrogant, sensual lips to mine. This kiss was different from the ones in his room. It was deep and quiet, like a pure forest pool. Our mouths locked. Our breath mingled. I seemed to feel his thoughts, probing, questioning, inviting me to fall further under his spell. 
 
I forgot where I was. I was loose, wet, ready to let him take me then and there. When he finally broke the kiss, I felt almost physical pain.

“They’re waiting for me now, your friends. They’re dying for my company, too.” He gave an evil chuckle that reminded me, once again, that he was a rock god and I was just his groupie. “I’ve got to go now.” 
 
Then his voice became velvet and I melted once more. “Tonight, Sarah. Eleven p.m. I’ll expect you in my room. If you’re ready for more—come to me then.”

Before I could reach out to grab him and hold him back, he was gone.

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