Sunday
greetings! Per tradition, I’ve got another kiss excerpt for you
today. In last month’s VIP email list contest, I gave two winners
copies of the books of their choice. I was delighted that both of
them chose The
Ingredients of Bliss. So I
thought I’d pull this week’s snog from that source.
If
you’d like to be included in this month’s VIP giveaway, by the
way, all you have to do is send me an email asking me to add you to
the list. I do at least one contest monthly, exclusively for those of
you kind enough to join. You can reach me at lisabet
[at] lisabetsarai [dot] com.
When
you’re done with my snog, head back to Victoria’s
Sunday Snog page for lots more sexy Sunday kisses!
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?
