Ready
to sizzle? It’s Sunday again, so I’ve searched out another
X-rated excerpt for your reading pleasure. If you’re not
comfortable with explicit fiction – maybe you should visit someone
else’s blog!
Today’s
sizzling excerpt is from my BDSM ménage 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?
“Oh!
That tickles!”
I jerked
as Harry
brushed the
feather duster
over my
bare buttocks.
He had
arranged me
in one
of his
favorite
positions, on
my belly
with my
hips elevated
by a
pillow. Tonight
he’d
also spread
my legs
and tied
my ankles
to the
corners of
the bed—for
greater
accessibility,
he’d
asserted with
a cheeky
grin—though
he’d
left my
arms unbound.
“Oh,
please—oh,
no!” His
fluffy instrument
of torture
whispered its
way along
my rear
crevice then
fluttered against
the sensitive
skin of
my inner
thigh.
“Harry…oh…oh…no…ah…”
I
writhed, trying
without success
to escape
the maddening
brush of
the feathers.
My frantic
struggles ground
my pubis
against the
supporting
cushion, further
stimulating my
already aching
clit. If
only he’d
stop teasing!
I was
desperate to
feel him
inside me
again.
“Be
still, slut!” He landed a solid slap on my bum. The sting provided
a brief, welcome relief from the unbearable tickling. “Or would you
prefer the strap?”
“I
think I would, to be honest.”
“Well,
to be
honest, I
enjoy seeing
you squirm.
You look
delicious.” He
traced the
feathers up
my spine.
I
couldn’t
help myself.
I reached
behind me
to snatch
the irritating
duster away
from him
and toss
it to
the floor.
“Oh, Emily,
you’ll
pay for
that! What
a naughty
sub you
are!”
Instead
of punishing
me, though,
he straddled
me and
trailed a
line of
tantalizing, wet
kisses up
my back.
Settling his
familiar weight
on top
of me,
he nuzzled
the spot
between my
shoulder blades.
Lovely heat
shimmered through
me. His
cock wedged
itself into
the crevice
between my
rear cheeks.
Constrained both
by my
bonds and
his body,
I shifted
awkwardly on
the pillow.
I had
to get
that lovely
bulk lined
up with
the entrance
to my
pussy.
“Oh
no you
don’t…!”
Harry reacted
by scooting
up higher,
so that
his cockhead
pressed into
the curve
just above
my butt.
“Who’s
in control
here?” He
nipped my
shoulder.
“Ow!
You—but…”
“Who
decides when you get fucked?” Was he really annoyed? I couldn’t
tell.
“Ah—you
do, Harry.”
I tried
to relax
and lie
still, as
he’d
commanded. He’d
give me
satisfaction,
sooner or
later. He
always did.
“Maybe
I should
just make
you wait…”
His actions
didn’t
match his
scolding tone
in the
least, though.
Raising his
hips and
reaching between
his legs,
he adjusted
his cock
until the
head bumped
against my
raging clit.
“God,
Harry… Please…”
With
one smooth
stroke, he
slid into
my soaked
cleft. “On
the other
hand, why
should I
put off
my own
pleasure, just
to punish
you?”
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