Today’s Sunday Snog is from my latest release, Fulfill Me which is my very first novel. I’ve picked a hot kiss from towards the end of the book to contrast with the extract I posted yesterday. Caitlyn is experiencing the other side of domination.
“Ouch, damn handle.” He curses then we laugh some more and he opens my bedroom door, falling backwards onto his arse.
“Are you alright?” I gasp between giggles and he guffaws loudly, nodding his head. I bend to the floor and pull off his shoes, next come the socks then I pull off the gathered pants from around his ankles.
“Thank you.” He grins reaching forward and pulling me over. I land on top of him. Quickly he rolls over and pins me to the ground.
“Ah ha, I have you now!” he exclaims and I gasp in fake fear.
“Oh, no! The nasty master has got me. Help! Hellllllp!”
He pushed his lips down on mine to silence me, his hands pressing up my skirt as I writhe below him, not very energetically though, just enough to keep playing the game. When he reaches the flimsy lace barrier of my knickers he rubs me through them. I groan at the rough texture when it grazes over my lips, and just touches the tip of my clit.
“Now wench, if you lie still, and let me do what I want, I’ll make it pleasurable for ye, if you make a fuss and a fluster, I’ll beatcha within an inch of your life!”
He scowls and I hold back a chuckle.
“I’ll be good sir, just don’t hurt me.”
“That’s a good girl.” He says as his lips plunge down my neckline and into my cleavage. “Now, where was I?” He kisses my stomach then holding my thighs wide he runs his tongue up and down the thin material of my panties, making me groan and sigh. I want to feel more pressure on my pleasure zones.
“Damn underwear.” he grumbles then I feel two of his fingers pressing into the lace. A hard pull and I can hear the distinctive rip of material giving between his strong hands. The vibrations echoing up my thighs and into my pubis, making me gasp then bite my lip. Falling into character, I plead for him not to hurt me.
“Oh no, sweet one, I won’t hurt you.” he pants, his gaze fixed on my crotch. I feel his gentle probing tongue and the scratchy soft carpet itching my shoulders and buttocks. The fact that those lacy knickers cost me a lot of money and the constriction of my frock around my waist are all forgotten as he slowly and methodically brings my body to a mind shattering orgasm.
“To your hands and knees wench, come on.” I pick up my quivering body and comply, my body still suffused with post orgasmic bliss.
“Oh you have a pretty rump.” he coos, slapping first one buttock then the other, making me squeal with shocked delight. “I’m itching for you to be naughty so I can spank this sweet, sweet bottom. It will look beautiful in raspberry pink.”
I’ve always thought I wasn’t into pain, least not on the receiving end of it, but the way he paints the picture and the way my cheeks smart from the soft slap make me eager to be naughty, to feel his wrath meted out on my ample backside.
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