Some women are drawn to the darkness in their soul, a secret whisper that urges them to submit. Lara listens to this voice, which leads her in the arms of Michael, her dominant online friend and potential Master. Michael longs for what Lara offers, eager for her to become his submissive slave. Explore with Lara and Michael, as each tells their story, chapter by chapter, with their own unique voice. Enjoy a tale of sensual awakening, woven into the classic themes of love lost and romantic redemption. |
“We’re going to the store.”
I startled. I had thought we were just going out for a nice drive in the country. The store? Dressed like this? I didn’t speak but I suppose the question was on my face because he added, “You don’t have any objection to going out like this, do you, darling? That is, if it’s what I want?”
“No, sir,” I whispered, though my gut clenched with nerves. What would people think of me at the store, with my nipples clearly outlined in silk, my blouse half-open, my bare legs ending in red leather heels?
“It’s a pet store. A huge discount store in town that I think will have just what we’re looking for.”
“A pet store!” I blurted out. “What’re we looking for?”
“You’ll see, my pet. You’ll see. Patience is a virtue I can see we’ll need to cultivate in you.” Laughing softly, he twisted his fingers still buried inside my sex. I squirmed and moaned, my head falling back.
He drew his fingers from the hot folds and rubbed on my clit, making me cry out, so close to orgasm I could feel the heat rising in my veins like a fire. “Don’t come, babe. Patience, remember. You’ll come if and when I tell you. Not before.”
I took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to control the orgasm he was purposefully wresting from me. As his fingers probed and teased, I tried to stem the pleasure, surreptitiously shifting my body away. His hand followed and I could see his profile, the smile cruel, his eyes hooded.
“Please,” I gasped.
“Please what?”
“Please, sir, I don’t know. I’m going to—” I started to shiver, my body losing the fight against his perfect fingers.
“Don’t you dare,” he ordered, still moving his hand across my sopping, spread cunt.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. I couldn’t help it. I was trying to think of something else, to shift away, but it was no use. I wanted to obey the command but it felt so good, so dead-on perfect. Giving in, I let my body go, writhing and jerking in my seat, crying out his name, knowing even as I orgasmed I would pay for it later.
Michael kept driving, watching from the corner of his eye as I lost control, shivering and moaning and finally stilling, pressing my thighs together when he withdrew his damp, sex-soaked fingers.
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