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I’m offering an ebook copy of Coming, Ready or Not! Three Tales of Tease and Denial as part of the Rafflecopter so I thought I’d share an excerpt here. I’m also giving away another copy of the book here, so leave a comment and your email address for a chance to win. I’ll pick a winner on Sunday 28th September.
“Will, please.”
“Excuse me? I think you mean ‘Sir,’ and do you really think this is up to you?”
“Er, no, Sir. I guess not. I’m sorry.”
“I should think so. Now lie back. Go on.”
I lie back against the chair. I don’t have another choice anyway. My legs are spread wide apart and strapped tightly to the chair legs, so I couldn’t close them if I wanted to, and my arms are tied behind my back and then secured to the back of the chair frame. I’m really not going anywhere until my Lord and Master lets me.
You grin at me, knowing full well that there’s nothing I can do.
I narrow my eyes. “You evil b…”
You grab my chin and force me to look into your eyes.
“I really don’t think you want to finish that sentence, Abby. I wouldn’t advise it.”
You continue circling my clit with just the tip of your finger, as you have been doing, agonisingly slowly, for the last few minutes. I moan and throw my head back.
“Oh, please, Sir. Please may I come?”
You pretend to consider my request, as if you haven’t already made up your mind. “Hmmmm, no. No, I don’t think so.” You run your other hand over my breasts, pausing to tweak first one nipple and then the other.
“You need to learn that this body does not belong to you any more. It belongs to me and it’s up to me if you get any pleasure and up to me when and how. Understand?”
“Ye…he…Yes, Sir”, I pant, trying desperately to hold on.
“Good girl.” You grin evilly again. “Besides I’m nowhere near done teasing you yet. I’m having far too much fun enjoying that lovely tortured expression on your face.”
I let out another low moan, borne of frustration and desire; at the same time feeling a tingling warmth and excitement in my stomach at your dominance over me.
Your touch builds me dangerously close to orgasm again, leaving me hovering right there on the edge. I try to think of something else, anything else. What are we having for dinner? What shall I make? Are we out of peas? Or perhaps His Domliness will decide he wants to go out when he has finished working up an appetite by torturing me!
The thought brings me right back into the room, back to the sensation of your fingers sliding in and out of me, your thumb lightly rubbing my clit ever closer, ever nearer. I buck in my seat, half torn between wanting to push myself forward against your thumb, wanting release so badly, and not wanting to let you down by coming without permission.
“Sirrrr,” I groan.
“Yes, Abby. What can I do for you? Do you want me to stop? Good idea!”
You remove your hand from my pussy and I let out an animal yelp of frustration. Oh God. This is the third time you have brought me to the brink of orgasm and I really don’t know how much more I can stand.
