| Author: | Vivian Nocturne | ISBN: | 1230000009748 |
| Publisher: | Vivian Nocturne | Publication: | August 5, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Vivian Nocturne |
| ISBN: | 1230000009748 |
| Publisher: | Vivian Nocturne |
| Publication: | August 5, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Caroline is making money in a way she never imagined - dominating powerful men. Being a dominatrix is all fun and dollar signs until one day her ex-boyfriend Aaron appears in her dungeon. Caroline exacts her revenge when he reveals that he fantasizes about pegging.
Warning: This adult story of approximately 5000 words contains BDSM, butt plugs, whips, and pegging.
Excerpt:
Caroline almost fell out of her chair. She felt like she’d been sucker punched. The man in the chair blinking into the light was Aaron. Aaron, who just got engaged last Christmas. She’d found out online. Aaron, the guy she’d loved since the first day of college. Aaron, who broke her heart. Her fists clenched and she stayed dead silent, unsure if she wanted to run from the room or launch herself at him to - to what? Hit him? Kiss him? The silence dragged on as Caroline wrestled with herself, and finally he cleared his throat hesitantly.
“Hi, I’m Aaron,” he said, the end of the statement almost trailing into a question. Caroline got a grip. It was clear from his posture and expression that he had no idea who was sitting across from him. He was staring at her legs, though. She crossed them the other way for his benefit, and answered in a low voice, the one she’d been cultivating for clients. She doubted he’d recognize it.
“So I see from your application,” Caroline hesitated. Well, she’d hadn’t fled the room yet, might as well see it out. “You’re interested in engaging a dominatrix?”
“Yeah,” he said eagerly, and licked his lips. She could see them moving over her skin, trailing down her belly . . . Of all the gin joints . . .
“I’m very sexual,” he continued. Well, she could vouch for that. “I’d like to try something new, something a little rougher. I’m just not satisfied with my sex life.” Caroline instinctually dropped her chin to hide her smirk. So the little lady friend he was marrying didn’t satisfy him in bed? Interesting.
“I see,” she said. “It seems that you’re interested in a wide variety of kink.” She glanced through the checklist, and her eyes snagged on a word. Bingo.
“Next to ‘pegging’ you’ve indicated that your interest is high . . .”
“Yes,” he said, and swallowed, which drew her attention to his throat. That smooth velvety throat . . .
Caroline is making money in a way she never imagined - dominating powerful men. Being a dominatrix is all fun and dollar signs until one day her ex-boyfriend Aaron appears in her dungeon. Caroline exacts her revenge when he reveals that he fantasizes about pegging.
Warning: This adult story of approximately 5000 words contains BDSM, butt plugs, whips, and pegging.
Excerpt:
Caroline almost fell out of her chair. She felt like she’d been sucker punched. The man in the chair blinking into the light was Aaron. Aaron, who just got engaged last Christmas. She’d found out online. Aaron, the guy she’d loved since the first day of college. Aaron, who broke her heart. Her fists clenched and she stayed dead silent, unsure if she wanted to run from the room or launch herself at him to - to what? Hit him? Kiss him? The silence dragged on as Caroline wrestled with herself, and finally he cleared his throat hesitantly.
“Hi, I’m Aaron,” he said, the end of the statement almost trailing into a question. Caroline got a grip. It was clear from his posture and expression that he had no idea who was sitting across from him. He was staring at her legs, though. She crossed them the other way for his benefit, and answered in a low voice, the one she’d been cultivating for clients. She doubted he’d recognize it.
“So I see from your application,” Caroline hesitated. Well, she’d hadn’t fled the room yet, might as well see it out. “You’re interested in engaging a dominatrix?”
“Yeah,” he said eagerly, and licked his lips. She could see them moving over her skin, trailing down her belly . . . Of all the gin joints . . .
“I’m very sexual,” he continued. Well, she could vouch for that. “I’d like to try something new, something a little rougher. I’m just not satisfied with my sex life.” Caroline instinctually dropped her chin to hide her smirk. So the little lady friend he was marrying didn’t satisfy him in bed? Interesting.
“I see,” she said. “It seems that you’re interested in a wide variety of kink.” She glanced through the checklist, and her eyes snagged on a word. Bingo.
“Next to ‘pegging’ you’ve indicated that your interest is high . . .”
“Yes,” he said, and swallowed, which drew her attention to his throat. That smooth velvety throat . . .
