It’s
Saturday – so let’s have some BDSM fun with a Saturday Spanks
post!
This
bit of femdom comes from my erotic thriller Bangkok Noir. In
fact this book is quite dark and raw – one of the few books I've written that does not have a HEA - but this particular scene is
enlightened by mutual lust.
Blurb
Dark
desires flourish in the glittering City of Angels
Diana
Fanning, aka the Professor, runs The Academy, the only genuine BDSM
bar in Bangkok. She's the first person police colonel Apichat
Weeranwongsakul consults when a bar girl turns up brutally murdered,
tightly bound, with clamped nipples and every orifice stuffed with
sex toys. The colonel figures the killer might be one of her
customers. But he has his own secrets. He needs Diana to satisfy his
shameful dreams of being beaten and abused.
Meanwhile,
a mysterious American named Sam stalks Nok, the lovely natural
dominant who is the Professor's star performer. Nok is used to being
the one in charge. She can't understand why she craves the discipline
Sam administers.
As
more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the
Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the
perversions of Bangkok's wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously
looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn't
realize until too late that the power she's used to wielding won't
save her from becoming the serial murderer's next victim.
I
made him wait for several minutes, while I became familiar with the
belt. It was smooth and supple. I held it to my nose and breathed
deeply; my cunt quivered in response. Leather always has that effect
on me. I slipped the belt between my legs and ran it back and forth
between my pussy lips. Lubricating it. The sensation was delicious. I
found myself hoping that my victim would break quickly, so that I
could experience some personal relief.
My
first stroke took him by surprise. The leather whistled through the
air and landed squarely across both buttocks. A scarlet trail erupted
in its wake.
Apichat
choked back a cry of pain and shock. I came around to look at this
face. There were tears in his eyes.
"Too
much?" I asked softly.
"Oh
no, Ajarn. No. It just that it has been so long."
"So
I should continue, then?"
He
raised his eyes to mine. "Please, Ajarn."
My
second stroke sliced clean and sharp across his shoulders. His body
shook with the force of it, but he remained silent. The third blow
painted red patterns across the backs of his thighs. His muscles
clenched each time I struck, but still he made no sound.
Ten
strokes. Twenty. His skin began to look as though he had been
barbecued. I paused to check his state, a bit worried. His eyes were
closed. His tousled hair was matted against his sweaty brow. His
breathing was deep and even. And his russet-colored cock was rigid as
stone.
"Enough?"
I whispered in his ear. He shook his head.
"More,"
he croaked hoarsely. "Please, more."
I
gave him twenty more strokes. His buttocks twitched and his back
arched each time the leather kissed him. My arms and back began to
ache. I'm not young any more. Still, he offered his body to me,
mutely asking for my power, my pain.
Finally,
it was I who couldn't take any more. I unfastened the handcuffs. He
crumpled to the floor.
Was
he unconscious? I crouched beside him, rolling him over on his back.
"Colonel?
Are you all right?"
He
opened his eyes and smiled, though his voice was a weak whisper. "Oh
yes. Thank you, Ajarn." He let his eyes close again, exhausted,
but his face was calm and relaxed.
There
he was, simultaneously so vulnerable, and so strong. With that cock
of his still rearing up between those sinewy thighs. I had no choice.
I
reached for his trousers and rummaged once more in his pockets. As I
hoped, I found a condom. I straddled his skinny body and lowered my
slippery cunt onto his swollen organ.
His
cock convulsed as my heat engulfed him. "Don't come, slave,"
I warned, "or I'll beat you some more." He said nothing,
but I could swear that he struggled not to grin. Leaning over, I
forced my nipple into his mouth. "Suck on this, slave, and be
grateful. Maybe after I climax, I'll let you come."
He
answered by arching his back, driving his cock into my depths.
Unexpectedly, that was enough to push me over the edge. I plummeted
down, down, flying through a void where there was nothing but
pleasure. Pleasure swirled around me, shimmered through me.
I
felt his teeth sink into my breast. His nails scored my buttocks.
Dimly I heard grunts, sensed renewed heat as he exploded inside me.
Pleasure, the sweet pure pleasure of lust long denied, washed every
other sensation away.
Buy
Links (Audio)
Audible:
https://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Bangkok-Noir-Audiobook/B071PDZMWQ?qid=1496335661&sr=1-2
Buy
Links (Ebook)
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Bangkok-Noir-Thriller-Lisabet-Sarai-ebook/dp/B00NIABWK6/
Barnes
&
Noble:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bangkok-noir-lisabet-sarai/1114303601?ean=2940150400511
1 comment:
I think this was the first book of yours that I read. Very hot, and comes the closest to informing me about the cravings that produce BDSM.
Post a Comment
Let me know your thoughts! (And if you're having trouble commenting, try enabling third-party cookies in your browser...)