From the Author...
The idea for this story came about when
Evernight Publishing put out a call for a men in uniform antho…
As ever my mind started to race… This
was a result. Not for the antho though…
Blurb:
Having a relationship with your boss is never
easy, especially when it involves kink. Jamie might need to salute Eva and call
her Ma'am at work, but when it's just the two of them, he is Master to his
puss.
They are determined to make their unusual situation work, but, first they
have to solve the case of the shady next door neighbors.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal
sex, public exhibition
Excerpt:
Jamie, she had
to assume it was him, and not A. N. Other, kicked her legs apart. Something
cold touched each ankle, before her scarred ankle was wrapped in toweling and
whatever it was fastened tightly with cord or some such thing to both ankles.
Eva wriggled her toes and flexed her legs as best she could and discovered her
feet were held about eighteen inches apart. What on earth had he used? Then she
thought about the shape of whatever it was on her unbroken ankle. Her overlong
fire irons?
"Such
handy, everyday items you can find when you look," Jamie said, and stroked
each globe of her ass. He pulled the back of her thong hard and up into the
crack and did a seesaw movement with it. It really did feel like the proverbial
cheese grater. Luckily he stopped before she decided it was sawing her in half.
"What a
beautiful sight, seeing you spread out like that. I wonder, puss, if you can
lift away from the settee just enough for me to reach your tits? Try for
me."
Bloody hell, does he think I'm a contortionist? However, it was amazing what a person would try when their Dom spoke
to them in such a way. Eva arched her back and her boobs left the contours of
the sofa back. Ross pulled on each one and kneaded them. Then he tugged and
pinched each nipple so hard, she gasped.
"Color,"
he said brusquely.
"Green,
Sir." Why did he ask? He knew how hard they'd played on their other
occasion together and she'd been green all the way.
"Good
girl, now breathe." The pain in first one nipple and then the other as he
attached something tightly to each took her breath away. She whimpered. How the
hell could she take it?
"Breathe,
puss, or cry red. Do it now." He
roared out the last word, and Eva let out her breath in a whoosh.
It hurt, oh how
it hurt, but the invisible string of sensation from her tits to her clit got
ever stronger. The pain morphed into intense pleasure, so much so she shook.
"G...
green, oh…."
Jamie removed
one of whatever clamped onto her nipple and she moaned her disappointment. He
nipped and tugged the nipple until she wondered how it held onto the rest of
her boob, before he reattached the instrument of pleasure and pain. "Lean
forward again, puss. Press those lovely tits into the sofa and increase the pressure
of the clamps." Eva obeyed instantly. His deep velvety voice demanded
instant submission and got it.
A hard slap on
her ass was her reward. It was followed by several more, each more intense than
the last. Jamie continued the assault on her rear with something flat and
possibly plastic. In one corner of her mind Eva reckoned she'd never look at
her furnishings in the same light again. She began to fly, and enter that
special place where everything morphed into pleasure.
The spanking
stopped suddenly and she wanted to cry. It was nowhere near enough. She craved
her subspace like an addict craved their next fix.
"W…"
"Because I
say so, puss." He kissed her neck. "And because when I let you go to
your special place, you need time to savor it. Sadly tonight, we haven't got
that luxury."
If she hadn’t
fallen into the zone so fast and furious she would have realized that.
"So…now then."
His voice was soft and soothing. "Let's see what we can do for each other,
eh, my puss?"
A ripping noise
infiltrated her mind, and her thong left her ass crack. One thong destroyed.
"The next
thing you feel in your ass will be my cock," Jamie said as he stroked each
globe in soft circles. "But first I'm going to fuck your pussy and make
you come."
The noise of
his zipper was loud in the room, and then Eva heard shuffling sounds as she
presumed he kicked off his denims. She waited with hard suppressed excitement.
One long finger
probed inside her pussy hole. "Ah, so ready aren't you, puss." The
finger withdrew, and her juices ran down her legs. "Let me protect us. One
moment."
She heard a
rustle and then Jamie thrust into her hard and deep and began a fast fucking,
which rocked her fastened legs and made her breasts bump off the settee. The
clamps knocked it and pinched her nipples harder as she moved with Jamie's
thrusts. Her arousal filled her like molten lava and her skin tingled as if
she'd been stung. The tingles and stabs of pleasure increased faster than she'd
ever known before, and Eva knew she teetered on the brink of coming.
"Come now,
puss." Jamie pinched her clit and she screamed, tumbling into a fast and
furious climax as stars danced behind her closed eyelids.
Her legs shook,
as Jamie shouted and shuddered his own climax inside her, and then fell forward
across her back. She savored his weight and stayed still as his breathing
steadied.
The clock
chimed the hour. Jamie groaned. "Let me untie you, and make you
comfortable in a conformist manner."
Eva flinched as
he lifted from her and her nipples moved on the coarse fabric of the settee.
"Aww, does
it hurt? I'll kiss them better in a sec."
The blindfold
was lifted and she blinked to make her eyes work as Jamie busied himself with
her other ties. When she saw the fire iron she grinned. He was correct. There
were very useful items around the house.
The sprung
wooden clothes pegs attached to her nipples made her swallow as her mouth went
dry and her pussy muscles contracted. No wonder they pinched. She had caught
her finger in one once and it had been bloody sore.
"One
second, puss." The air stirred as presumably he moved to dispose of the
condom, and then she was lifted into his arms. Her nipple, plus attachment slid
over his chest and she hissed at the non-pleasurable pain that shot from nipple
to clit.
“Ssh, not long
now." Jamie walked around the settee and sat her down on his naked lap.
His quiescent cock stirred slightly and he whistled. "Sheesh, I'm fucked
and my cock is saying ‘again soon, please.’ It must want your ass, puss."
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Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving
it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish
forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest,
but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so
to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the
garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild
life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that
indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs
without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate
under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing
people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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