Have I used this title before? I can’t remember. Anyway, I deeply apologize for this post being a day late. I’ve been so good about getting something to you regularly. I was out with Pet last night for a good while and then when I got home my parenting duties were called to action. By the time it was all over, it was 10:30 my time and I was sound asleep. (I go to bed early like an old lady.)

Bitten is just over 500 words, and is my Kink Bingo fill for–what else?–bites/bruises.

Also, I think I’ve just discovered how to put in the “Read More” cut so that my explicit material isn’t showing up on your dash, so tonight is an attempt at that, as well.

Continue reading “Bitten”


Tonight’s piece is called “Wait,” but before I get to it, I have a small announcement to make: Nurse’s Orders has hit the bestseller list! You can find it here on the site. Thanks for the support! And please consider reviewing my work on Goodreads or Amazon, too. Every rating helps.

Okay, without further ado, my first foray into the world of male chastity devices. I hope I got it right, at least mostly. Feel free to tell me what I did wrong in the comments. “Wait” is 500 words, and is my Kink Bingo fill for “chastity devices.”


Andrew squirmed on the bed. “Please?” He was panting and running his hands along the blanket, anything to keep from touching his groin, not that touching would do him any good. His hips rocked gently back and forth, as if he was searching for some kind of contact. He probably was, Jake mused.

Jake grinned, looking self-satisfied. “Not at all.”

Andrew was panting now, and Jake couldn’t stand how much he was enjoying himself. A porn soundtrack played in the background, making matters that much worse for the squirming man.

“Please?” he said with a bit more desperation in his voice, bordering on a whine. “Please let me out of this thing, Jake. Please.”

“I do love it when you beg.” Jake toyed with the key in his hand, flipping it between fingers. The look of Andrew squirming on the bed, desperate, straining against the steel trap around his cock was almost too much to bear. Jake palmed his own stiff cock, groaning from the pleasure of it. “God, get over here and touch me, now.”

Andrew did as he was told, scrambling to the edge of the bed. He leaned in, deeply inhaling the scent of Jake’s arousal, before taking it in his hands. Andrew’s stroking was deft, sure, and it felt good, but not nearly good enough.

“Suck,” Jake commanded. His voice left no room for discussion or disagreement. Immediately, Andrew opened his mouth and leaned forward, taking Jake in his mouth. Jake let his eyes flutter closed, enjoying the hot, wet sensation of Andrew’s mouth, the intense pull of his sucking, the practiced flick of his tongue on the sensitive spot under the head. Andrew had done this before, and he was good. Andrew moaned as he sucked, and Jake knew that Andrew couldn’t take much more.

Jake rocked forward, fucking into Andrew’s mouth several times, until he was on the verge. He then twined his fingers in Andrew’s hair as he came, pulling the man close in, so he could shoot down Andrew’s throat. Andrew, for his part, swallowed greedily, slurping up as much as he could before letting the rest run out of his mouth. He continued sucking and bobbing his head until Jake pushed him away with a hiss.

“Please?” Andrew said again, this time with little conviction.

After a moment, Jake responded. “Okay. Yes.” He leaned down and slid the key into the lock, releasing Andrew’s cock from the chastity cage. Andrew responded with a loud moan, and he tumbled back onto the bed, clearly overwhelmed. His cock sprang to life, leaking copiously.

“Thank you,” he sighed. He reached a hand to his groin and received a sharp slap on the thigh in return.

“No touching,” Jake barked. Andrew whimpered. “That’s my job.”

With a gasp, Andrew bucked his hips in the air, seeking contact. When Jake closed his mouth around Andrew, he could hear the other man moan loudly in relief, bordering on a sob. This was good, Jake decided.

“Yeah, Mike”

I’ve decided to re-engage in a flash fiction writing spree, and you get the benefits. As an added bonus, I decided to play a little more with  Mike and Daniel (Daniel is the MC for Nurse’s Orders, and Mike is his police officer partner in the novel, but as you know, I love writing the two of them together, too.) For tonight, I have for you a m/m blood/knife play short, at 500 words. I hope you enjoy it!

Edited, because Daniel’s name was Sam in an early draft and I forgot to change them all.

Once they had started, Mike couldn’t imagine stopping. Each night that Daniel needed him, Mike pulled the long, bone-handled knife out of the bedside drawer and gave in. After a while, it wasn’t giving in, and there were nights in which Mike lay awake in bed, listening to Danny’s breathing, wondering if tonight was going to be the night. He tried to fight away the feelings of guilt, but his hard cock betrayed him as he lay there imagining what it felt like to split Dan’s skin open gently, watch rivulets of blood run down his leg or arm or back, and stroke his fingers through the warm liquid until they were both heaving and ready to fuck.

In the beginning, it was always Dan’s need that started it. Daniel would wake Mike, begging, voice broken and raw. “Please Mike,” he would say. “I need it.” Slowly, “I need it” turned to “I need you” and then “I want you.” They never spoke about this in the daylight, not once, and that was just fine with Mike. He wasn’t ready to admit the degrees of fucked-up-ness they had between them. He wasn’t ready to admit that this…this relationship meant more to him than he let on. He didn’t want to risk the chance that Daniel would recoil in disgust, tell him to get help, and insist on separate hotel rooms from here on out.

Tonight, though, Mike wanted it more than he could explain. He tossed and turned until he couldn’t take it anymore, until need threatened to close up his throat and stop him from breathing.

“Danny?” his voice rasped in the darkness. “Danny.”

Daniel, it seemed, was already awake. “Yeah, Mike?”

“I…uh…can we do it again tonight?” He reached out an arm and slid the table drawer open, hoping Daniel would understand.

A beat passed, two. “Yeah, Mike, we can do it again tonight.”

Relief flooded him, but he still felt tense, bound inside himself. He knew that the feeling would unravel and spin away once he started. He swung his legs out of bed and saw that Daniel had done the same.

“Where do you want to do it?” Daniel asked. He’d never asked before, not like this, so giving.

“We did your thigh last time. Back?”

Daniel cleared his throat in the darkness. Mike could see Daniel turn in the moonlight, tan back strong and bare. “Go ahead.”

Mike stood, took the knife in his hand, and placed the point on Daniel’s back. He hesitated just for a second, unable to believe his luck. As the blade pierced skin, tiny rivers of blood welled up and ran. Mike could feel his cock getting harder. After a few cuts, he felt like he could breathe again, and Daniel’s breath was coming long and slow. He put the knife back in its drawer, leaned down, and kissed Dan’s neck gently. Daniel reached up and pulled Mike closer.

“Yeah, Mike,” Daniel whispered again.

Challenge #12 – Short Story – Held Down

This is my version of a short story – a flash piece that is a kink bingo square fill for “held down.” It’s also a f/f piece, since I’ve been promising one for quite some time.


“Stay,” Tyler ordered. The other woman nodded, eager to please, laying on the bed with her arms above her head. The room was silent except for the lazy, rhythmic humming of the ceiling fan. Tyler rose from the bed and stepped to the side, choosing her implements carefully from an array of tools. She ran her fingertips along a flogger that she’d had for years, her favorite canes, and a small wooden paddle, before settling on a medium sized dildo that would fit neatly into her harness. This would do nicely for tonight, she decided, though she felt it was a shame she wouldn’t have the opportunity to use all of the implements before her.

Sarah quivered with excitement, and Tyler could see the wetness slipping from between Sarah’s spread legs, making its way down to the sheets. Tyler moved the tool between her own legs and nested it into the ring that would hold it in place. As it settled in, she groaned with anticipation. She dipped down to place a kiss on Sarah’s mound, which had the woman writhing and arching her back. Tyler pressed Sarah’s legs back onto the mattress gently.

“Be still,” Tyler said, in a tone that left no room for argument.

Carefully, slowly at first, Tyler eased the cock between Sarah’s legs, pressed into her pussy. She moved incrementally, watching Sarah’s face as she did so. Sarah’s eyes were screwed shut and she breathed hard as Tyler watched her work to control herself. Sarah’s thighs trembled with effort as Tyler penetrated her. Without warning, Tyler thrust the last three inches of the cock deep into Sarah, eliciting a gasp of surprise.

Tyler took that as her cue, and she began fucking in earnest, thrusting into Sarah over and over again. Once she had a rhythm going, she moved her hands to Sarah’s breasts, pinching and teasing at her nipples while Sarah moaned below. After one particularly hard twist, Sarah’s hands shot up to Tyler’s back, pulling the woman down for a kiss. Tyler acquiesced, slowing her thrusting to kiss Sarah deeply. She moved her mouth to Sarah’s breast and hovered over it, breathing hot air on the nipple.

“I know what you want,” Tyler said after a long moment. “But do you really think you deserve my mouth after that stunt you just pulled?”

“I—” Sarah gasped. “No, ma’am.”

Tyler slapped Sarah neatly across the face, only hard enough to sting. “Next time, you’ll behave, won’t you?” Sarah nodded, looking away. Tyler took Sarah’s wrists, one in each hand, and pinned them to the bed. She picked up her thrusting again, continued to fuck into Sarah, and the other woman could do nothing but lay and enjoy it.

When the time came, Tyler, shifted so that one of her hands held both of Sarah’s, and she moved her free hand down to Sarah’s pussy, rubbing her clit furiously, pushing Sarah over the precipice. As Sarah’s orgasm crashed over her, she thrashed and arched her back, but never pulled her hands away. When she was finished, Tyler pulled out, again slowly, and lay back on the bed.

“Good girl. Now,” she said, pointing to her own aching pussy, “get to work.”

Challenge #9 – A Love Story

Callie wasn’t sure she’d made the right choice for tonight. She was surrounded by bodies moving to a beat she found tolerable at best. Instead, she could have been at home, binge watching stupid Lifetime movies and working on her latest craft project, a dress she was sewing. But tonight, she had the distinct privilege of watching Sarah dance uninhibitedly as her third favorite band played. Callie hadn’t heard of the band before. Let’s face it, she thought, I’d do anything for her. Particularly if it meant seeing the other girl like this, sweaty and enraptured. Frankly, she’d sit quietly and watch Sarah read for hours, if it meant Callie could be near her.

Sarah knew none of this, of course. Callie would die if Sarah knew how deep her interest ran, because she was fairly certain Sarah was not into girls at all. It didn’t really matter. Callie was just happy to be allowed into Sarah’s circle, such as it was. Sarah didn’t have many friends, not since Laura moved away last year. This was what led to Callie being invited to come along to the concert tonight.

It wasn’t that bad, honestly. Not really Callie’s thing, but she could see the appeal. The beat drove the entire room to dance, jumping in time, the crowd screaming the lyrics along with the music. She started to relax into it, seduced by how comfortable and joyous Sarah was. A song began that Callie was surprised to discover she knew the lyrics to, and she began to sing along. Just as she began to really get into it, belting the lyrics with the rest of the crowd and bopping to the beat, Sarah turned to face her.

Callie’s heart stopped, or it felt like that anyway. Sarah’s face was glowing, covered in a sheen of sweat, a smile plastered across it. Callie was suddenly overwhelmed by the need to touch her, and she reached out and grasped Sarah’s hand. Sarah’s grip tightened around Callie’s hand as their fingers intertwined, but she made no move to draw away. It suddenly felt as if they were in their own bubble, a private space among the mass of people. Callie’s heart beat in her throat. What did this mean, after all? They stayed like that for the next three songs, locked together, Callie afraid to loosen her grip even a bit, lest Sarah let go.

Finally the band announced their last song, a high energy number that had Callie and Sarah both dancing so hard they almost lost their grip on one another. As the song wound down, Callie knew she had one shot. She tugged at Sarah’s hand, pulling her close. They stayed that way for a long second, as the band shouted their goodbye, face to face, barely a breath between them. Callie reluctantly released Sarah’s hand and placed both of hers on Sarah’s cheeks. She drew Sarah in and placed a kiss on her lips so tenderly that it felt like a whisper. Sarah responded by leaning forward, opening her mouth, and sliding her tongue against Callie’s.

The kiss felt like food to a starving man, like something Callie had always needed and could never go without again. Callie finally understood what it meant to fell fireworks. Her stomach felt as if an entire flock of butterflies had taken up residence there.

When they parted, Callie was breathing heavily. Sarah just nodded. They were gently jostled by the departing crowd, but neither girl especially cared. Callie had a hundred questions, a thousand, for Sarah. Instead of asking anything, though, she just grinned like a fool in love. She saw her own euphoria reflected in Sarah’s eyes and smile.

It was Sarah to break first. She exhaled with a huff and asked one of the questions Callie had been thinking.

“Want to get out of here?”

Callie did.

Flash Fiction – Bitten

A quick flash piece for you all, a bit of a rough cut. Hope you enjoy!


Brad had missed Ian with a fervor most people reserved for religion. He’d missed his hands, his voice, his laugh, his touch. But most of all, Brad had missed that mouth, that impossibly clever mouth that Ian had, the one that could leave a man weak in the knees or send him coming, right over the edge of the precipice.

Shakespeare famously wrote that lips were for prayer. Ian’s certainly inspired the frequent use of the words “Oh, God” and “Jesus.” And now, finally, Ian was back from that God forsaken work trip that had taken him to Korea for a month, and Brad was fully ready to take advantage of that mouth.

They’d started innocently enough, dinner in the kitchen followed by a movie on the couch. But Brad couldn’t resist. Not ten minutes into the stupid slasher flick that Ian liked so much, Brad was thinking about that mouth again. He couldn’t help but wonder what they were waiting for, what the point of all this was. Finally, he decided he couldn’t take it any longer and climbed into Ian’s lap. Ian, for his part, pretended to be surprised, pretended not to know what the game was about. But all it took was a little nudging, a gentle palm dragged across his chest, teasing at his nipples, and they were kissing like it was the oxygen they needed to survive.

Ian pulled back after a minute, panting, and rubbed his hand over Brad’s fattening cock, several layers of fabric preventing Brad from feeling anything other than desperate, rather than relief. “What do you want, baby? Gotta tell me.”

Brad nodded, eager to please. “Want your mouth. On me. Everywhere.”

That seemed to be all Ian needed to hear before he was turning the tables, flipping them and pinning Brad to the couch. He gripped Brad’s wrists in his hands and pressed them to the couch above Brad’s head.


Brad nodded again, feeling his cock grow, aching against the denim jeans, leaking and getting his boxers damp. He vaguely hoped that Ian would let him take them off soon, though sometimed he’d make Brad wait, come in his jeans even, just because he could. Ian descended then, teeth flashing. They sank into the meat of Brad’s shoulder, and he felt the lance of heat shoot through him, hot and aching, from the bite mark to his groin. Ian didn’t relent, sucked a bruise into that spot before moving to another, and soon he had a trail of marks leading from shoulder to throat. He didn’t care.

“Come on, Ian, please. Want you.” He writhed, desperate to touch, to move his hands along his lover’s body, but he didn’t dare break the rules.

Ian hummed. “Really? Coulda fooled me.”

And there it was. Ian licked the hollow of Brad’s throat as Brad begged. “God, yes, just want–please–come on, just…” He squirmed, thrust up his pelvis. Ian worked his way down Brad’s body, chest, nipples, stomach, finally mouthing wetly at the denim along the hard ridge of Brad’s cock until he worked the zipper down and shoved the cotton and fabric down, past Brad’s knees. Brad could have wept with the relief as his cock sprang free.

Quickly, Ian’s mouth closed over Brad’s length, tounging at the slit. Ian worked hard and fast, and Brad felt him roll the balls in his free hand, tugging just a little. Quickly, obscenely, Ian’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, torquing his head as he came up. It was all too much after such a long hiatus, and soon Brad was coming, hot, thick strands of it shooting down Ian’s throat. Ian lapped it up, not wasting any, before easing back up for a kiss.

God, did Brad love that mouth.


Tomorrow is release day and I’m beside myself with excitement. As a gift to you, I present Daniel and Mike in a flash fiction knife play story.


“Mike?” Daniel’s voice was dry and cracked in the dark as he reached out across the space separating their beds. “Mike, please.”

For his part, Mike was awake instantly, mind racing, heart pounding. Nothing could wake him up like his little brother calling his name, voice jagged with pain. “Danny? What is it, man?” He reached his arm across the gap and grabbed Daniel’s arm, gripping tight. He rolled over and snapped the light on.

“Mike,” Daniel gasped again, unable to get the words out, pressing a palm to his forehead, eyes screwed shut tight.

“Hey, hey, I gotcha.” His voice was sleep roughened, and his throat felt tight with anxiety. Reluctantly, he released Daniel’s arm and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and shifting to sit next to his brother.

Daniel rolled over and pushed himself to sitting. His eyes screwed shut, he pressed his other palm to his forehead, holding tight like he thought his brain might explode if he didn’t grip it tightly enough. “I need it, Mike. I need you.”

Mike groaned. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t like to do it. It made him nervous, for so many reasons. But he knew it helped, and he’d do anything for this man. The long silver blade rested in the drawer in the table between the beds, where they always kept it these days, close at hand, just in case. It used to be the one they kept for safety, just to have a weapon close at hand, just in case. Now it was the blade that pierced Daniel’s skin on a rough night. Mike pulled it out.

“Give me your arm.”

Daniel slowly dropped an arm from his forehead, lay it forearm up on his knee. He seemed to be barely able to sit still, every few seconds letting out a small huff of exertion.

“Are you sure?” Mike hated to admit to the tremor he heard in his voice. “You sure you need it tonight? Can’t we do anything else?”

The look Daniel gave him said it all, eyes desperate, wild. “Look, if you’re not gonna —”

Mike held up a hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it.” He lifted the knife to Daniel’s bicep and dragged it through the skin gently, almost tenderly. Trailing fingers up, he held Daniel’s elbow, turned his arm so that the tenderest part of the arm was exposed, and pressed the point into the skin.

Daniel gasped and groaned. Mike could see his shoulders slump and his body start to relax.

Blood welled up at the tip and began to flow in a trickle towards Daniel’s elbow. He pressed harder and the blood flowed faster, dragging it up and across Daniel’s bicep, cutting a thin line that split the skin and beckoned blood into the light. Mike watched the blood ooze out of his brother and set the knife on the table, unwilling to admit to the heat pooling in his stomach.

Four by Flash #6 – Promise Kept

Another one for the flash challenge. This one was an attempt for my bingo square “dirty talk,” and while I don’t think it accomplished much in the way of dirty talk, it is still a lovely m/m/m scene, worth sharing. Daniel is a character I plan to see more of. I have quite a few pieces with him and Mike. I’m also working on a full length piece with Danny, separate from Jake and Mike. I hope you like him as much as I do.

Content warnings for explicit sex, dirty talk, language, and three men.


Mike stood behind Daniel, who was folded beautifully over the end of the bed with his ass in the air, both men completely naked. Mike trailed fingertips steady and sure along Daniel’s spine. Settled into the pillows at the top of the bed was Jacob, also naked, touching himself tentatively, watching in awe.

“Mike,” Daniel gasped, reaching a long arm back. “Come on. Please.” His leaking cock was pressed against the sheets, a desperate tremble in his thighs.

He slid one hand down to the cleft of Daniel’s ass, traced the line there. Impatient, Daniel arched back, pushing into Mike’s hand, trying to urge him into action. A sharp crack broke the air as the flat of Mike’s palm connected with Daniel’s ass, making a handprint blossom beautifully. Daniel groaned and rocked forward.

“You get what I give, not what you want, do you understand me?”

Daniel nodded, face buried in his arms.

“Good boy.” He coated his own thick cock with lube and pressed the head to Daniel’s entrance. Normally, he’d take time to open Daniel up himself, but tonight his instructions had been clear: Be ready when I get home.

Without further warning, he pushed all the way in, pressing pelvis tight against ass, wringing a low moan from Daniel. Jake murmured and tightened his grip.

As he began to thrust, Mike began to deliver on the promise he’d made. “You like it like this, don’t you, Danny? Being split open on my cock, completely helpless.” He sped up, digging fingertips into pale skin. “Such a pretty thing, so good, all ready and wet between the legs, just like I told you. Now here you are, getting fucked by your big brother while your best friend watches. Tell Jake how much you like being fucked like a little slut, how hard you are, how wet your cock is. And hearing about it, it sends you to the edge. You’re already so close, aren’t you Daniel? Answer me.”

“Yes, God yes.” His voice broke as he nodded and reached between his legs.

“Don’t touch yourself. That’s for me and Jake. You don’t get to touch it.” He gestured and Jake scooted closer. “Lift your head. You’re going to suck Jake off while I fuck you, and don’t you dare come.”

Daniel opened his mouth eagerly, and to Mike it looked as though Daniel was a starving man and Jake’s cock was his first meal in weeks.

“Look at you, filled at both ends, and can’t get enough. Poor little Daniel, stuffed with cock and just begging for it. Love to be fucked, love to be used like this, don’t you, Daniel?”

Jake came first, silently, undone by the litany of obscenities streaming from Mike’s mouth.

“Good job, now, don’t spill any of it, swallow every drop, the way you know he likes it, just like the hungry fucking slut you are. Show us how you can’t get enough.”

Mike was close behind and he let himself stop talking for his own orgasm, reward for a promise kept. Once he finished pulsing, he eased out, tumbled onto the bed, into the jumble of arms and legs that was Daniel and Jake. Mike lifted his face to Daniel, licked the curve of his neck, and pressed lips close to his ear.

“You did good.”

Daniel whimpered and nodded.

“Now for your reward. You want to come, or you want us to play with you for a while?”

Daniel lifted his head, eyes shining. Mike could read the answer there. It was going to be a good night.

Four by Flash #5 – Not Him

Happy New Year! Here’s a piece I wrote during the flash fiction challenge, and specifically as a Kink Bingo fill for the word “silence.” Hope you enjoy!


Michael smiles at the man as his lips wrap languidly around a beer bottle. The stranger is tall and tan, long hair falling into blue-green eyes. The similarities end there, proportions off, not tall enough, muscle and bone sloping in ways that are unfamiliar and wrong. He likes it. Michael takes his time on the bottle, playing it up, and when he returns it to the bar empty, he winks, drops a bill on the counter, and slides off his stool. He walks away confident that by the time he hits the back door, he’ll be followed. He isn’t wrong.

The guy clears his throat as they step into the alley, and Michael turns, smiles, nods.

“I, uh,” the stranger starts.

Michael is on him, shoving roughly against the cool brick, pinning him there with hips, hands, and mouth. The stranger groans, pushes back with his groin. That’s all the encouragement he needs before he shoves his hands down to the guy’s pants, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping. He draws back, catching his breath, and the stranger decides to talk.

“I’m Jared,” he laughs shakily.

Michael grunts a response and latches his mouth on Jared’s neck, sucking and biting a bruise.

“How about you?” Jared’s squirming, a low moan rumbling in his chest.

Michael’s wrapped his hands around the guy’s cock now, and it’s leaking, precome oozing out heavily. He slip-slides his thumb through it, strokes the guy steadily. “Don’t wanna talk. Wanna fuck you.” The cock in his hand surges in agreement, and Jared thrusts into Michael’s hand.

Jared nods, exhales hard, and his hands go for Michael’s belt and fly, pushing jeans down to his knees.

When they’re both exposed, Michael takes the time to kiss the guy again, grinding his bare cock against Jared’s. Maybe some other night, under some other circumstances, he’d take this guy home, take his time, do things right. Not tonight. Things are different these days. He tears open the package he’s palmed, slides the slick condom on, and pushes away.

The guy turns, pressing hands to rough brick. Michael lines himself up and just before he thrusts in, he hisses, “Not a fucking sound.” Jared whimpers quietly and nods.

With that, Michael’s inside him, biting his lip against a groan, and he sets a punishing pace, unsure of just who the punishment is really for. His thrusts are hard, pelvis pressing flat against ass each time, and he lets himself focus on the way the stranger’s hair falls into his face, the way sweat trickles down the strong, tan back despite the chill, the tiny, whimpering noises Jared is trying to suppress.

Michael leans forward, wraps a hand around Jared’s cock as he feels the heat pool tight in his groin, strokes expertly with the abundant slick there. Jared groans quietly and comes on Michael’s hand, hot and thick, and Michael follows right after.

As he comes, the only thought that pounds through his head is Not Jake, not Jake, not Jake.

Four by Flash #4 – Her

I decided I should start titling these things, so here, I present to you an erotic lesbian scene, steamy but not explicit, called Her. I wrote this to fill a square on my Kink Bingo writing challenge card, and the square fill was “begging.”


“Please?” Her eyes shined brightly as she looked up at me.

I knew what she wanted, but I was going to make her work for it. “Please… what?”

A huff. She hated this part, always self-conscious, a little shy, even though we both knew that once clothes came off, she wouldn’t be able to stop the filthy things from pouring out of her mouth if she tried. “I just… please?” she asked again, trailing her fingertips along the hem of my shirt, teasing at the top of my jeans.

I shook my head. “Not good enough. I don’t know what you’re asking for.” Lies. I looked away for effect, to remind her that I was in control, let myself get distracted by the flash of skin on the TV screen as a prime time actor pulled his shirt off. I let a little noise escape my throat in appreciation of the man to demonstrate that she wasn’t doing enough to keep me entertained.

I could sense her impatience, her frustration with herself, with me, with the game I was playing. It didn’t matter – this was my game, after all. Every step, every move, every word was calculated to have an impact, to elicit the reaction I wanted out of her.

“Look at you,” I breathed, pushing a lock behind her ear. “So beautiful. So eager. If only you knew how to ask properly, like a good girl.” This would win, I knew. The trickle between her legs would speed up, and she’d be helpless against it.

She whimpered, looked into my eyes and flicked them down. “Please may I take your shirt off?” I nodded, and she started to tug, but my undershirt got caught in the pull and started to come up. I pushed her hand away.

“Ah-ah. You know better.”

She dropped her hands and looked down again, and I marveled at her obedience. “Sorry,” she mumbled, chastened, and went back to work on the black tee, freeing it from my body. Then a beat. “This one too, please?”

I was tempted to deny her, because she was so achingly beautiful when I told her no, because her frustration made her work doubly hard to please me on the next request, but I couldn’t help myself. Despite the vice-like grip I seemed to have on my self control, between the legs I was wet and slick and aching for her already, my nipples hard and waiting for her clever mouth. “Yes,” murmured.

I was kneeling on the bed, with her seated between my legs, and I felt powerful, strong, with this lovely, obedient woman beneath me. With me topless, she teased at the line of my jeans, and I could hear her breath hitch.

“How about these?”

“Hmm. You haven’t worked hard enough for those.” I dipped down to kiss her, slid a hand between her legs as I did, pressed my fingers into the heat there. It was all I could do to bite back a moan, but she didn’t bother with quiet. Her fingers pushed my jeans down as far as she dared, and she discovered nothing beneath them other than the swell of my ass. I could feel her getting wetter as I rubbed her there, and my body matched her reaction.

“This, then?” She pressed against the black satin fabric of my bra. No matter what it looked like, I knew I was completely powerless then, and I let her have me.