get up, “You mean I love you? Oh, yes, I love you. And since you wanted that other way so bad, because Halloween was so horrible for you…” She started to get up to leave, Tom hot on her tail. She turned and he bumped into her.
“Just one question, Tom. Did you come?”
He opened and shut his mouth.
“Did. You. Come?”
“Um, y—yes.”
She couldn’t help but smirk. Her eyes took on a heavy lidded aroused gaze.
“I am going to give you one more chance to be the Dom I know you can be. Your house, tonight, make it count.”
Lucy turned on her heels and left.
***
Lucy made her way up the steps of Tom’s house. Her heart was pounding. At the end of her shift she had received a note that told her to show up at eight that night. She was to wear jeans and a blank tank top—nothing else.
The feel of her hard nipples as they brushed against the rough cotton was like a dream. Anticipation had her pussy weeping with excitement. A note on the door told her to come in. She pushed open the front door. The handle felt like ice against her scalding, sweaty palm. Casually, she made her way in a few steps. Then in front of her walked an image of perfection.
“Good, kitty cat. Now, strip, and on your knees.”
Now a naughty excerpt from Bondage on the 4th of July book one of the Holiday series
The voice slid over her flesh like wet silk--cool, damp, but altogether appealing when confronted with it. Her fingers wiggled, tiny tremors took over her body and her phone slipped right from her hands into the grass. Millie hadn’t looked up yet. Her throat contracted to get rid of the abundance of saliva that filled her mouth. Her gaze shifted to see the large, callused hands that picked up her phone before disappearing from sight. Visibly shaken by his sudden appearance, she gave herself a firm mental reprimand, and allowed her gaze to travel up his body. His jeans encased firm things, a tight t-shirt covered steel like abs, and broad shoulders that could keep her safe for the rest of her life. Finally, her eyes locked with his. The devastating smile that decorated his masculine features made her want to sigh like some virgin in a Harlequin novel. He was perfect. For her, he was everything she wanted in a man, and that would never change. To be with any other man would be settling for second best. She didn’t want to settle. She wanted him, and this time around she would have him.
Get it together, Millie.
Pressing her lips together, and rising from her chair, she launched herself at Brad. He caught her easily, with a deep, rolling chuckle that made her heart beat faster, and wetness to seep between the now swelling slit between her legs. It was so much, it was overload, and she could feel her skin start to heat with a blush. His thick arms wrapped around her back and waist and she buried her face in his shoulder.
“I’m missed you, dummy.” She nearly purred against the bare flesh of his neck.
“Missed you too, kid.”
It was like ice water between her legs.
Kid.
She wanted to scream, cry, and then punch him in the face. Her nipples were like hard pebbles poking through her tank top and against his chest, and he didn’t feel that? Kid? Her inner musings were shut down as he loosed his grip and started to slide her down his body. She avoided eye contact.
“I’m glad your home. Food is over there if you want any.”
She was abrupt and wanted to get away to plan a new form of attack. Maybe she needed to change into a skirt with no panties.
God, you’re not a slut, Millie.
No, she wasn’t. But she had seen him laughing and flirting with those other girls from the neighborhood, and they were all in micro minis and tube tops. She was the cute girl next door with shorts and a tank top.
“Millie I—“
“Hey, buddy, aren’t you going to introduce me to the infamous best friend.”
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“Just one question, Tom. Did you come?”
He opened and shut his mouth.
“Did. You. Come?”
“Um, y—yes.”
She couldn’t help but smirk. Her eyes took on a heavy lidded aroused gaze.
“I am going to give you one more chance to be the Dom I know you can be. Your house, tonight, make it count.”
Lucy turned on her heels and left.
***
Lucy made her way up the steps of Tom’s house. Her heart was pounding. At the end of her shift she had received a note that told her to show up at eight that night. She was to wear jeans and a blank tank top—nothing else.
The feel of her hard nipples as they brushed against the rough cotton was like a dream. Anticipation had her pussy weeping with excitement. A note on the door told her to come in. She pushed open the front door. The handle felt like ice against her scalding, sweaty palm. Casually, she made her way in a few steps. Then in front of her walked an image of perfection.
“Good, kitty cat. Now, strip, and on your knees.”
Now a naughty excerpt from Bondage on the 4th of July book one of the Holiday series
The voice slid over her flesh like wet silk--cool, damp, but altogether appealing when confronted with it. Her fingers wiggled, tiny tremors took over her body and her phone slipped right from her hands into the grass. Millie hadn’t looked up yet. Her throat contracted to get rid of the abundance of saliva that filled her mouth. Her gaze shifted to see the large, callused hands that picked up her phone before disappearing from sight. Visibly shaken by his sudden appearance, she gave herself a firm mental reprimand, and allowed her gaze to travel up his body. His jeans encased firm things, a tight t-shirt covered steel like abs, and broad shoulders that could keep her safe for the rest of her life. Finally, her eyes locked with his. The devastating smile that decorated his masculine features made her want to sigh like some virgin in a Harlequin novel. He was perfect. For her, he was everything she wanted in a man, and that would never change. To be with any other man would be settling for second best. She didn’t want to settle. She wanted him, and this time around she would have him.
Get it together, Millie.
Pressing her lips together, and rising from her chair, she launched herself at Brad. He caught her easily, with a deep, rolling chuckle that made her heart beat faster, and wetness to seep between the now swelling slit between her legs. It was so much, it was overload, and she could feel her skin start to heat with a blush. His thick arms wrapped around her back and waist and she buried her face in his shoulder.
“I’m missed you, dummy.” She nearly purred against the bare flesh of his neck.
“Missed you too, kid.”
It was like ice water between her legs.
Kid.
She wanted to scream, cry, and then punch him in the face. Her nipples were like hard pebbles poking through her tank top and against his chest, and he didn’t feel that? Kid? Her inner musings were shut down as he loosed his grip and started to slide her down his body. She avoided eye contact.
“I’m glad your home. Food is over there if you want any.”
She was abrupt and wanted to get away to plan a new form of attack. Maybe she needed to change into a skirt with no panties.
God, you’re not a slut, Millie.
No, she wasn’t. But she had seen him laughing and flirting with those other girls from the neighborhood, and they were all in micro minis and tube tops. She was the cute girl next door with shorts and a tank top.
“Millie I—“
“Hey, buddy, aren’t you going to introduce me to the infamous best friend.”
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Kitten’s Fantasies The Postman
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