30 Mar 2020
Sexy Excerpt from Passing His Test
Thorne snuck up behind her, grabbed her hips, pulled in close behind her, snuggling suggestively against her ass. “The best part,” he whispered in her ear, “is the privacy. From the beach you could probably tell someone’s on the balcony, but you couldn’t make out much, and they can’t see anything from Marginal Way.” He snaked one hand up to cup her breast through her T-shirt.
“I see.”It didn’t take a psychic to read Thorne’s mind, especially not when his body, insistent and swelling behind her, was offering so many hints. Of course, she’d anticipated the day might involve teasing and/or sudden sex ever since he’d directed her to wear a long, gauzy hippie-style skirt, a white shirt, and no panties or bra.
Both nervous and excited by the idea of such a public yet private exhibition, she pushed back against him, feeling his hardness, remembering how deeply he could take her from this angle, how full he made her.
How she wouldn’t have a choice if he decided to fuck her on this balcony, which might be hidden from prying eyes, but certainly didn’t feel that way.
Her face flamed and her pussy clenched, in equal measures, at the thought.
No choice.
Her logical mind reminded her she had a choice, a safeword, and Thorne would always respect that. Her logical mind was very glad about this.
Her body wasn’t inclined to listen to her logical mind. Delicious panic filled her. Not real fear but the crazy feeling that rose in her, inevitably, when Thorne got one of his wild, sexy ideas that convinced her to try something that she’d never have had the guts to try with anyone else.
No choice. Those were the words that freed her, that let the fluttering panic make her wet and ready instead of turned off and ready to bolt. The pretense of having no choice allowed her to choose. And under Thorne’s tutelage, Eileen was finding she was far more daring, far less inhibited, than she’d ever imagined.
Thorne’s hand worked her nipple, pinching and tugging and rolling it between his fingers. Adding to the sharp, yet exquisitely melting sensations was knowing that her nipple must be visible through the fine fabric of the shirt. Not that anyone but Thorne could see it, but that wasn’t the point.
The ocean breeze was starting to smell more like her own salty arousal, and the roar of the waves was blending into the roaring of her blood.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, sir, please.”
She’s bound … and determined to pass his test!
Dominant Thorne tells his submissive playmate Eileen that their weekend in Maine is a test for both of them. She thinks he’s testing how they like the rules he set for the trip: Skirts and no underwear. Addressing him as “sir”. Asking for permission to come. Most important of all, obeying him and letting him take charge.
Best test ever! They already know their kinky chemistry is off the charts. There’s no way to fail. If she gets “punished”, that’s just part of the fun.
As the weekend wears on, though, Eileen starts to doubt herself. Their experiments in oceanside spanking and hotel-bed bondage are scaldingly hot. But getting caught in the rain with Thorne shouldn’t feel as sweet as it does. And that’s not even getting into how much she enjoyed 100 percent vanilla candlepin bowling. Thorne’s her Dom and play-partner, not her boyfriend, and if she starts getting confused about their roles, the Harvard grad student may flunk a test for the first time in her life.
Unless Thorne is playing a deeper game and testing something else entirely. And how’s a sub to ask the right questions to figure out her Dom’s game when the weekend rules say he’s in charge?
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