Unedited snippit from my upcoming Razor’s Edge release from Changeling Press called
The Perfect Seasonings….
I was scared when he tightened the leather straps around my wrist, fastening to the chain link fencing that glistened insidiously in the room full of leather.
I was scared when he ran the leather of the waist belt thought eh same fencing, pressing my breasts into the cold diamond embrace of the thing. My nipples instantly grew hard.
I was scared when he locked me to the un-giving metal at the top of my thighs, above my knees and at my ankles.
I was trapped. There was no place to run.
My breath heaved loudly in the nearly silent room, almost drowning out the sound of the small vibrator that buzzed almost merrily my pussy.
It was long enough to tease and powerful enough just to keep my awareness of it key in my mind. There was no way I was going to get off with the little annoying toy he had locked into me with a series of leather straps.
“Comfortable?” he asked as he footsteps sounded behind me, as he slowly circled me. They sounded hard and unforgiving, like his stance on just about everything that had to do with me.
Like his hard muscular body, there was no give in his personality. He was straight forward and demanding, stubborn as hell and as cruel as a devil.
“Mores the pity,” he crooned.
I realized as he ran one brad hand across my back, then down my spine to the quivering cheeks of my ass, that he was bent on taking total control.
“I’ve always loved these,” he leaned forward and whispered in my ear as he began to kneed my ass cheeks. I could smell his breath, always lemon and mint with a hint of vanilla, almost as well as I could feel the heat wafting off the skin of his bare chest.
His nipples were hard.
I could feel them against my skin.
He was wearing pants though, thin leather pants that I could tell he wore nothing beneath.
That excited me and couldn’t help but shiver in reaction.
He laughed then, knowing that I was totally aware of him and of my tenacious position. I would have glared at him, but the fucker had me positioned so that it was very uncomfortable to move my head far. I could rest my right cheek against the fencing and see the wrack of staffs, paddles and canes that he regularly took to my hide. Or l could rest my left cheek against the chin links and see the rolling table of toys I was sad to say I was all too familiar with. That or I could push my head back and get a decent view of the metal and leather ceiling and the odd soft lighting that was always on in this particular room.
“Your ass is magnificent,” he squeezed my cheeks again., pressing his knot of his dick against me. God, he was inhumanly hot there. “I love the way the bindings emphasize the roundness and fullness of it. Black is definitely your color, much better than those pinks and reds.
He moved back and before I could fathom what he was going to do there was a loud popping sound before a starburst of heat exploded over my right ass cheek.
I jerked at the unexpected pain, it was weak and dull, and only made me clench down on the vibrator within me, wanting more contact against my clit that wasn’t going to happen.
“It’ll look so much better… stuffed,” he leaned back in to whisper that last word in my ear, before he parted my ass cheeks and ran one finger don my trench and to my quivering hole. While I was contemplating that, his free hand went into my hair, stroking my scalp gently.
“You want this stuffed, don’t you?”