About Liv:
When not
writing about delicious, hot male dominants and the female subs who love them,
I’m usually doing something craft-like, reading, baking, eating the results of
said baking, and attempting to satisfy the demands of His High and Mighty
Dominance (the cat!). My first story, Imagine, was published with Silver Moon
Books last year and Coming, Ready or Not is my first solo book.
Meet Will and Abby. An ordinary couple that you wouldn’t give
a second glance at if they were walking down the street. Except they share a
wonderful secret and bond as they explore their Master/slave relationship.
This is a loving couple, full of good humour, but nothing in
any relationship is perfect and sometimes things go wrong. Even the strongest
will in the world can't always obey and with that comes consequences...
Three vignettes, The Edge, Bad Girl, and Breathless
focus on control. Can Abby be taken to the edge of pleasure and not cross over?
She wants to obey and to hold on. But can she? And what will happen to her if
she can't?
Holding on has never felt so good...
Excerpt:
“Will, please.”
“Excuse me? I think you mean 'Sir,' and
do you really think this is up to you?”
“Er, no, Sir. I guess not. I'm sorry.”
“I should think so. Now lie back. Go
on.”
I lie back against the chair. I don’t
have another choice anyway. My legs are spread wide apart and strapped tightly
to the chair legs, so I couldn't close them if I wanted to, and my arms are
tied behind my back and then secured to the back of the chair frame. I'm really
not going anywhere until my Lord and Master lets me.
You grin at me, knowing full well that
there's nothing I can do.
I narrow my eyes. “You evil b...”
You grab my chin and force me to look
into your eyes.
“I really don't think you want to
finish that sentence, Abby. I wouldn't advise it.”
You continue circling my clit with just
the tip of your finger, as you have been doing, agonisingly slowly, for the
last few minutes. I moan and throw my head back.
“Oh, please, Sir. Please may I
come?"
You pretend to consider my request, as
if you haven’t already made up your mind. "Hmmmm, no. No, I don't think
so.” You run your other hand over my breasts, pausing to tweak first one nipple
and then the other.
“You need to learn that this body does
not belong to you any more. It belongs to me and it's up to me if you get any pleasure and up to me when
and how. Understand?"
“Ye...he...Yes, Sir”, I pant, trying
desperately to hold on.
“Good girl.” You grin evilly again.
“Besides I'm nowhere near done teasing you yet. I’m having far too much fun
enjoying that lovely tortured expression on your face.”
I let out another low moan, borne of frustration
and desire; at the same time feeling a tingling warmth and excitement in my
stomach at your dominance over me.
Your touch builds me dangerously close to orgasm
again, leaving me hovering right there on the edge. I
try to think of something else, anything else. What are we having for dinner?
What shall I make? Are we out of peas? Or perhaps His Domliness will decide he
wants to go out when he has finished working up an appetite by torturing me!
The thought brings me right back into
the room, back to the sensation of your fingers sliding in and out of me, your
thumb lightly rubbing my clit ever closer, ever nearer. I buck in my seat, half
torn between wanting to push myself forward against your thumb, wanting release
so badly, and not wanting to let you down by coming without permission.
“Sirrrr,” I groan.
“Yes, Abby. What can I do for you? Do
you want me to stop? Good idea!”
You remove your hand from my pussy and
I let out an animal yelp of frustration. Oh God. This is the third time you
have brought me to the brink of orgasm and I really don't know how much more I
can stand.
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