- A pair of romantic bondage novellas
Blurb: Two more romantic tales of bondage from your humble author are served up in this collection. In Forced Pleasure, we have the struggle between want and need as Francine looks to help her relieve Micah’s stresses in a most unusual way only to realize that her lover Nick has plans of his own to handle both of their hearts. In Sweet Submission, Gawith is happy with his new kinky, poly family but the one thing that dogs him is the mistake he made with the woman who captured his heart. Samantha is the perfect submissive, older, caring, loving and into the Lifestyle with just as much gusto as Gawith. But his mistake could cost him the one thing he needs in order to be complete. BDSM tales in their own right are romance stories, though not always told in the typical fashion or given the typical outcome. But to those who understand What It Is That We Do, there is a beauty never missed.
Micah’s eyes blinked and darted around before settling on her. He looked her up with a heated gaze that spoke more of wanton lust than sweet romance.
Seconds later he was around the desk and a pair of hands gripped her shoulders. Lips locked onto hers.
She breathed in the heavy scent of pipe tobacco and picked up the definite raw maleness of him beneath that. She inhaled into the kiss.
His groin pressed against hers.
She felt herself being walked back towards the desk.
Francine went willingly. It would be fun to spread her legs on top of his desk and feel him fill her.
His mouth nibbled on hers, his tongue swept across her lower lip. He tasted, thrust in and out of her mouth while his fingers clenched her shoulders.
She felt the edge of his desk against the backs of her thighs. A hand slid down her arm and reached for the hem of her skirt.
Quickly, warm fingers spread over her thighs, brushing across the tops of her stockings.
She wished she’d worn a garter today; it added to her overall sex appeal. Oh well. No use in crying over that while that mouth of Micah’s fastened to her neck and suckled hard.
He inhaled sharply.
She grabbed his shirt and tugged it out of the waist of his jeans.
He growled against her and bit her neck.
Yes! Francine made small eager noises from his teeth scraping across her skin.
Quickly he pushed her back on the top of his desk. The keyboard took a dive towards the trashcan.
She started to apologize but his mouth closed down on hers with such ferocity that made her head spin. Francine closed her eyes, felt the press of his huge bulge against her sex. His hands were now on her flesh, smoothing over the tops of her stockings.
Fingers edged upwards towards the crotch of her panties. She’d chosen something modest today, black and satin. She wished for something a little trashier.
The panties came down her thighs.
Her skirt was shoved up higher
She started to sit up but a hand forced her down.
Hands caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples into harder tight peaks that begged for a sopping, sucking mouth.
He untucked her shirt.
Her hands found his face nuzzling her belly before tearing her skirt down her thighs and finally exposing her.
She gasped in mock surprise.
Micah looked up the line of her body, his hair had fallen to the sides of his face again. Even with his light complexion and fair hair, he looked predatory.
Fingers yanked down her panties and exposed her pussy to the air.
She was dripping already, her clit throbbing for attention.
Micah’s mouth sealed over the nub and began sucking.
Instantly, her body bucked beneath his. It took effort to move but involuntarily she jerked against him. Strong arms kept her pinned down.
The fact that she couldn’t move excited her further. She tried to touch her nipples but a hand stopped her and captured both of hers.
He held her thighs apart while suckling her.
It took only seconds later for her orgasm to slam into her body and make her cry out. “Miach,” she screamed his name aloud, “Micah!” She tried to shut her thighs around his head.
He kept her legs forced open while he continued to spear her with his tongue.
In and out he probed, darting, licking and flicking his tongue over her swollen bud while she rode another orgasm.
Slamming her head back against his desk, she barely heard his pipe fall onto the floor. She shuddered uncontrollably and struggled against his grasp.
Yet he wouldn’t relent on giving her release she badly ached for, craved.
Sweat broke out on her forehead and when Micah stopped, he let her go, leaving her a boneless panting mess.
She panted, sighed and let her head loll off towards the edge of the desk. She saw his pipe on the floor and started to reach for it.
“Don’t bother. It’s a rugged pipe. I’ve dropped that thing hundreds of times. Also, it’s a Parker.” He said the words as though she should understand what that meant.
She didn’t but she did comprehend the one thing currently nudging her thighs.
Francine stretched her legs and tried to spread them apart, only to be stopped by something. She looked down the line of her body and saw her panties around her mid thighs still. “My panties should have come off with the skirt. You should take them off and fuck me.”
He smirked. “You should learn patience, Frankie.”
“When it comes to getting what I want, and,” she twirled her fingernail down her chest, “what you need, I’m far from patient.” She rubbed her wrists and sat up.
Micah handed her the blouse from earlier.
She slipped it back around her shoulders and buttoned it up.
He ran a hand through his hair and unbuttoned his jeans. His fly parted and his cock fell forward. “I’m glad you like to service, Francine. It’s a good idea for you to do that. Lie back down. Keep your panties around your thighs.”
Her hair spilled beneath her and the top she wore remained bunched up. She stripped loose of the top and now sat on his desk wearing only stockings and her underwear around her legs. Her shoes had been kicked off during Micah’s pussy eating session. Her heart still pounded and her mind started in on how she could get more out of this before they had to quit.
Micah snapped his fingers. “Now, love.”
She licked her lips and shifted her weight before leaning back on the desk. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Her head hung off the edge.
He came around, picked up his pipe and set it back on the edge of the desk. “You will not knock this over again.”
“But I thought you said it was a–”before she could finish, the thick, purple head of his cock slid past her parted lips and into her mouth.
Francine nearly gagged on the thick swell of his cock. He was huge, slicked with precum that tasted slightly sweet and tangy. Hands grabbed her head and fingers pressed into her skull, not uncomfortably but with enough force to let her know who was in charge here.
“Tit for tat,” he coughed and began pumping himself into her mouth.
Slowly, easily he slid in and out of her. She kept a tight grip around his shaft with her lips, making sure to run her tongue along the underside before trying to taste the last bit of his head when he withdrew.
“You should always be on my desk like this, spread completely open with your hair a mess and your clothes disheveled.” The depth of his voice rumbled throughout the office and through her.
Francine moved to taste the precum strand that hung from her lips to his cock but he wouldn’t come any closer.
He stood just out of reach for her. “Beg for it.”
She whimpered.
“I said beg.” He took himself in hand and slapped her cheek.
She snorted. He was amusing, she’d give him that. But she really wanted his cum and then for him to fuck her into oblivion. That’s what she needed. It would take more than a little dick slapping to make her beg but she’d play along. “Boss man, give me your dick.”
His laughter was a deep, rich sound of maniacal. “No. That’s not how you beg. I’ve heard you
She gasped. “When?” How could he know? She had once called Nick late at night when she swore Micah’s door was shut. She had her fingers buried while she talked to Nick. And he’d made her beg for permission to come that night.
“Beg me just like you beg Nick. I promise good girls get rewarded.” He bent over her body and bit her stomach.
His balls brushed the top of her lips and made her ache for a taste. She squirmed beneath him and wriggled her hips. “Doesn’t that pretty prick want to be somewhere else?”
Micah rose to his full height and captured her hands again. He held them in his hands while inching his cock closer to her mouth. “It does. After I’ve come in your pretty little mouth. Now beg.”
Shaved balls hung between hairy, powerful thighs while his cock dangled almost in her reach. She wanted to taste him again, make him beg and lose control. That’s what Micah needed badly. She would be the vessel he would lose control with, just like she was with Nick.
“Please,” she dropped her voice so it squeaked just a touch. “Please fill my mouth baby,” she flicked her tongue out for emphasis, enjoying the expression on Micah’s face.
“You need me more than I need you, Francine.”
The words stung.
“Look, are you going to, ouch!” A hand tweaked a nipple painfully.
The bite from his action flooded her core with more liquid. How did he know? “I like that, baby. Just…give me your cock now. Let me suck it for you.”
“That,” he cleared his throat, “sounds like begging, albeit loosely.” He stepped closer and set his dick in her mouth.
Slowly, he pumped in and out.
Francine ran her tongue up and down the length of him, tasting, enjoying the feel of precum coating her tongue and mouth. She used her lips to create different sensations on his cock at various points of him as he slid in and out.
He groaned for her enjoyment.
At least she thought his groans were for her pleasure.
Hands reached down the length of her body to touch herself but he stopped her mid thrust. “No. Your pleasure comes when I say, not you.”
She blinked and tried to nip the head of his cock.
He pulled out and forced her into a sitting position. Quickly, he sealed his lips over her neck Shuddering, she kicked out and found herself stilted by her panties.
He then slid the top down so that her arms were bound.
She squirmed against him, not sure if it was from being bound or the fact that his tongue swirled deliciously around her neck. The former caused her annoyance, the latter, pleasure that that washed over her skin and made her tingle. She swore she grew wetter.
Carefully, Micah pulled back and eased her onto her back.
Her head hung off the edge of the desk and she glanced at the throbbing cock just inches from her mouth. “You’ve got me trussed up. Now fuck me,” she let the tone of her voice drop so she sounded breathy.
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