Sunday Snog 261: The Ingredients of Bliss (#bdsm #sundaysnog #menage)

Welcome to another Sunday Snog!

This week my kiss excerpt comes from my food-themed BDSM menage novel The Ingredients of Bliss.

One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both.  

The ingredients of bliss? Or a recipe for disaster?

When you’ve recovered from my snog, I hope you’ll visit Victoria’s Sunday Snog page for more sexy kisses!

“I’m so confused, Harry.”

Harry popped the last bite of his croissant into his mouth and licked black currant jam from his fingers. Of course the sensual gesture made my well-used pussy moisten once more. Did he do that deliberately? Or was it just another example of our chemistry?

“Confused about what?” He drained his espresso and set the cup down on the tray.

He’d untied me and now we were having a late Sunday breakfast in bed. Very late—my alarm clock told me it was close to two pm. We were going to miss the matinee of that new French film at the Lumiere. Again.

As Harry circled my engorged nipple with a still-sticky fingertip, I realized I didn’t mind.

Leaning back among the pillows, I let him play with my body. I could have sworn I was sated but before long, the familiar ache had returned, the sense of emptiness that could only be relieved by Harry’s cock—or one of the outrageous substitutes we’d purchased together. I closed my eyes with a sigh of delight, giving myself up to my extraordinarily talented lover.

He hooked my pubic curls and gave a light pull, adding a sharp edge to my languid pleasure. “You were saying, Mei Lee? Why are you confused?” His attentive gaze made it clear he expected an answer.

I struggled to organize my thoughts—not an easy task when given that he had two fingers inserted between my pussy lips, stroking and burrowing into my folds.

“Well…before we met, I would never have thought I’d enjoy—well, you know—the things we do.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Things? Be specific, please.”

After all this time together, he could still make me blush. And I knew it amused him to see my pale cheeks grow pink with embarrassment.

“Come on. You know what I’m talking about. Spankings. Being tied up. Submission.” I sat up straighter, seeking a bit of dignity. “I’ve always been assertive to the point of being bossy. Nobody would ever believe that I could be a submissive. I can’t believe it.”

“But it seems to be true,” he commented, punctuating his statement with a hard twist to my nipple.

Lightning shot from that tender nub down to my equally swollen clit.

“You love it when I use you. Even the pain.”

I nodded. “So after three months with you, I’m getting used to the idea that I’m sexually submissive. Then I find myself getting turned on when I order Etienne around. What’s going on? I don’t know whether I’m really a top, just pretending to be submissive, or really a bottom who happens to like the idea of dominating her boss.”

Harry leaned in for a fruit-flavored kiss. Meanwhile, he kneaded my breasts like bread dough, further leavening my arousal. I flung my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, grateful for the moment to be unbound so that I could run my palms over his smooth shoulders and down his solid back. His mouth swept me back into a state of dizzying lust. By the time he released me, I’d almost forgotten what we’d been discussing.

“You worry too much, love.” Harry ran his fingers through his tangled locks then stretched out on the bed next to me. “Why not just express your desires, wherever they lead you?”

“You know the way I am, Harry. I need to understand. I like to be in control of myself and the situation.”

With sudden strength, he caught my wrists in one of his big hands and dragged my arms over my head. Would he bind me again? Did I want him to? Did it matter?

He straddled my hips and settled his butt on my pelvis. His half-hard penis bobbed against my abdomen. “You’re not in control when you’re with me, and you seem to like that just fine.”