I’m definitely a sucker for a tall, dark stranger, especially one who doesn’t seem to play by the rules and I especially love today’s first kiss from Something Brave.
Blushing, shy Felicity does something incredibly brave and submits to a man she only knows as Sir, but will his demands push her beyond her limits?
Felicity attends the local burlesque fair just to sell her Quietly Cute jewelry. A handsome stranger offers to spank her, and she surprises herself by submitting. Sir makes her choose the implement he will use to take her spanking virginity—and uses it to great effect.
She finds herself becoming the sexy, self-made billionaire’s sub who is punished with bondage, forced into exhibitionism, hot wax and other delicious tortures. Felicity submits willingly, getting braver with every interaction. But when Samuel offers her the means to establish her business and pulls her out of the poverty she lives in, she snaps, seeing it as an insult to her pride and possibly even a payment for her sexual services.
Can Samuel convince her otherwise, or will she walk out of his life forever?
Poor Felicity has no idea what’s about to hit her!
She tried not to look around, but again she found her eye drawn to the artwork that had made her blush so violently before. The woman with the bared bottom was waiting for a hand holding a spatula to fall. Said spatula sat in a male hand on a suited arm. The rest of the male character was not captured on the canvas.
Felicity squirmed in her chair and pulled back her shoulders. She didn’t want to acknowledge the heat that flooded her, didn’t want to think about how her pussy throbbed as she saw that poised hand.
“Excuse me, do you have any cufflinks?”
The deep, roughly northern voice woke her from her musings. She flustered to her feet, angry with herself for missing a customer’s approach.
“Sorry, I was just—”
“Engrossed in the painting across the way. It’s okay. I understand.”
Felicity didn’t know how to respond to that, so she shook her head and looked down at her stock.
“I have these over here. I’ve only recently started to experiment with cuffs. Cufflinks, I mean.” She’d stumbled over her words. His presence intimidated her. So far she’d avoided looking into his face. Embarrassed and agitated, she was scared to look up and let him see her blushing cheeks. His midriff was nice, though—a crisp white shirt tucked into pitch-black trousers.
“Have you got anything a bit kinkier?” he asked, fingering the lucky aces. Felicity imagined his fingers stroking other things.
“Erm, what is out is all I have,” she replied, reaching to straighten the pile of business cards in the corner farthest away from him to cover her awkwardness.
He touched her arm, and the pile went flying. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She flapped her hands about. “No, no, I’ll get them. I’m sorry I startled you.”
His touch had burned but not in a bad way. His hand briefly touching her arm had sent a burst of energy through her whole body, searing deep to her core.
“Oh, no, no, I’m just clumsy,” Felicity replied with a shake of her head. “I don’t believe that for a moment.”
She looked up then. He was bending down, showing off a very shapely arse within those expensive looking trousers.
“Mea culpe.” He straightened and put the cards back on the table.
“Thank you.” She smiled.
He nodded in acknowledgment. Felicity knees weakened as she took in his features. She was struck by the startling blue of his eyes. They seemed to pierce through and see into her very soul. Her heart thudded as if would escape her chest, but she couldn’t pull away from his gaze—his intense, wicked, tempting gaze.
“So, getting back to the kinky… Do you take on commissions?”
Felicity ignored the first part of the sentence and concentrated on answering the question. “I do make custom pieces, yes, but of course, they’re a bit more expensive and can take a few days or even weeks, especially if I need to source material.”
“That’s fine.” He dipped his head. “I want some cufflinks for my suit that are in the shape of actual cuffs.”
“Like those at your wrists?” She pointed at the sharp edge of his white button-down shirt. “No.” He shook his head with a smile.
She had managed to extricate herself from his gaze, but now she was dazzled by his smile, which was surrounded by a soft smattering of dark hair. She didn’t normally fancy guys with beards, but this man suited his.
“No, my dear…” He looked down at her business card and continued. “Felicity. I mean handcuffs. The kind you use to restrain a woman so you can roundly spank her arse without her flailing her hands in the way.”
The vision sprung up in her imagination with no bidding, prompting her to gasp, then gulp as her mouth went completely dry. She couldn’t pull away from his gaze, even though she tried her hardest to do so. Her cheeks ached with heat. He was teasing her—for what purpose, she didn’t know. Maybe he was just mean. Maybe he was perverted and got his kicks from shocking vanilla women like her. Felicity found herself pondering what else he might do to a vanilla woman like her, and had to shake her head to clear it of the depraved images that flitted across her mind.
“Oh, like policemen have.” She finally got her brain in gear to answer him.
“Yes, metal ones. Utilitarian. I’d like them by the end of the month. Can you do that?” “I…I think so.” She could probably do them quicker than that. She had no other
commissions and unless she sold out completely, she had plenty of general stock.
“Good, good. I’ll just look around the fair. There may be something here that will fulfill my need. If not, I’ll be back later.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Felicity smiled, mostly because she was relieved he was going to go away. She would be able to gather her wits if he stopped staring at her so damn sexily.
“A pleasure to meet you, Felicity.”
He held out a hand and, after a moment’s hesitation, Felicity took it in hers. She wasn’t used to such formal greetings from customers. The stranger didn’t shake it. He turned it within his fingers and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. The bristles of his beard gently tickled and the heat of his lips seared their image there.
“And you…erm… I don’t know your name,” she said with a shrug and a giggle. She tried to pull back her hand, but he gripped it tighter.
“You can call me Sir,” he said with a smirk, let go of her hand and walked away.
If you want more pick up a copy of Something Brave and enjoy the first steps of a woman discovering her submissiveness.
Now, sit back and enjoy the other snogs today!