My snog today is from my M/F/M BDSM polyamory novella Truce of Trust. I haven't posted anything from this book in a while, but recently I gave away a copy as a prize, and I was reminded of how much I love this story.
When you've recovered from my excerpt, head over to Blisse Kiss Central for lots more delicious kisses.
How can a woman choose between her husband and her Master?
Some women might think Leah's existence heavenly. She shares her home with two sexy men who both adore her. Ten years married to lusty, artistic Daniel, she still enjoys the discipline and release offered by Greg. But her lovers' jealousy and possessiveness have made Leah's life a hell. Unable to bear the continuous conflict, she flees to an idyllic seaside resort to ponder her future. Gradually she realises that she cannot live without either of her lovers. If the two men can't settle their differences, though, then how can she bear to live with them?
Leah stood before the door to Greg’s room, her palms wet and her heart slamming against her ribs. It was always this way—the almost sick feeling of excitement that she associated with him.
He opened the door before she could knock. His hearing was amazingly acute, like all his senses.
“Ah, you’re back, little one.” Six foot four and solid as a tank, Greg towered over her. Everything about him screamed power—the corded biceps straining against his shirt, the tree-trunk thighs, those velvet-brown eyes that pierced her soul, catching every nuance of emotion. His soft, rich voice mesmerised her. She had the urge to kneel at his feet, but before she could act on the impulse, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into the room, closing the door behind them.
He pressed her body against the wall, her wrists pinned above her head. He needed only one huge hand to hold her fast. With the other, he unbuttoned her blouse. He peeled her bra away, revealing her brazenly rigid nipples. He pinched one of the protruding nubs, hard enough to make her yelp. Moisture gushed into her already sodden panties. He bent to lave away the pain with his hot mouth. Blessed relief flowed through her, only to be shattered by his teeth closing down on her flesh.
“I can smell you,” Greg crooned. “I could smell you coming down the hall. My little slut, come home to her master.”
“Yes, sir.” Some fragment of Leah’s consciousness cringed at Greg’s corny lines, yet they never failed to arouse her.
“But why are you wearing pants? You know that I want you to always be accessible.”
“Sorry, but I had a meeting…”
“No excuses. Take them off, now. Before I tear them off.” He released her wrists. Leah unfastened the waistband, pushed the trousers to her ankles and kicked them into a corner.
“Panties, too. I would think that you’d know better, by now.”
Greg’s voice was gruff, but he was smiling despite himself. His smile grew broader as she bared her sex to his fierce gaze.
“Turn around. Lean forward and put your hands against the wall. Spread your thighs.”
Her heart was pounding so hard that her chest hurt. She could scarcely breathe, she was so aroused. She leaned into the wall, glad for the support, and arched her back, presenting her bare buttocks as he had taught her to do.
Her naked skin registered every motion, every shift in the air. She knew he was watching her, admiring her as yet unmarked flesh, making her wait. She sensed his own excitement, held in check. She felt the weight of his will, bearing down on her.
Would he spank her? Give her a taste of the crop? Most of his toys were stored in his dungeon, but she didn’t doubt that he kept one or two implements of punishment here in his bedroom, just in case.
Would he unsheathe his oversized cock and fuck her?
Her mind whirled, every vision lewder than the last. Without a word from him, without a touch, her lust rose to the boiling point. Her juices overflowed, dribbling down the insides of her thighs. She blushed, knowing he would not miss this detail.
One thick finger swept through her drenched folds. It lingered for the briefest instant on her aching clit.
Leah cried out, trembling on the edge of orgasm from this single touch.
“You’re amazingly wet, slut. But then you always are, when I’m around.”
“Tell me what you want. Should I whip you? Tie you up? Shall I bugger that tight ass of yours?”
“Whatever you wish, master.”
“But what do you want?” Greg knew that the shame of admitting her kinky desires only fanned the flames of Leah’s arousal. In the past, he’d made her beg him to do terrible, obscene things to her. Then he had satisfied her desires. At this moment, though, her only wish was to please him. How could she explain that?
But then he saw. He understood. He brushed aside the red-gold locks trailing down her back and then planted a kiss at the base of her neck. Leah shivered at the wet caress. Fresh moisture swelled in her sex. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” he murmured, licking his way down her spine, reaching around front to cradle her breasts and massage her nipples. “Really mine. My own little slave, to use and abuse.” His tongue found its way into the crack between her butt cheeks and circled her sphincter. “To fondle and to fuck.”
Leah arched back, opening herself to his mouth and his hands. Her whole body vibrated with pleasure.
He pulled back, leaving her poised on the brink of the precipice.