The Secret Life of a Submissive and Bonds of Love: 2-book BDSM Erotica Collection. Sarah K

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СКАЧАТЬ it was warm I was wearing a classic Burberry trench coat, along with pearl earrings, my high heels and black hold-ups. Other than that – although no one would ever guess it – I was completely naked under my coat.

      I glanced across at Max. If you think this was a big ask you wouldn’t be wrong, although it had seemed like fun when he’d emailed me my instructions, like a dare – and of course I had had the choice to say no.

      Max smiled at me, ignoring my anxious looks as we headed past the bar towards the dining room. He patted my hand as my eyes widened. I had thought we’d at least stop and have a drink, and that at some point during my first white wine spritzer he would rescue me, maybe after a little teasing, but no: at the door to the restaurant he chatted casually to the maître d’, his grip tightening just a fraction as I started to panic.

      It was barely a moment or two before a waiter came over to show us to our table. It was in the centre of the restaurant and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Max had asked for it on purpose. He gently guided me towards it, resting his hand in the small of my back. I could feel my panic rising.

      The waiter pulled out my chair. ‘May I take madam’s coat?’ he asked, holding out a hand.

      I glanced at Max, who smiled wolfishly and indicated with a nod of his head that I should comply.

      Time slowed to a crawl. I swear I heard my pulse rate double. I couldn’t quite believe what Max was suggesting and I was waiting for him to call a halt. Surely he didn’t seriously expect me to take my coat off here? I hesitated and imagined the scene, the humiliation, the chaos, and felt my colour rising.

      The waiter waited.

      Very slowly I unfastened the top button of my coat, feeling a growing sense of panic. I could feel Max looking at me and looked up. His smile held. Our eyes met; his were full of mischief.

      The waiter stepped closer.

      My fingers moved down towards the second button. As I was about to undo it Max said, ‘Why don’t you go and freshen up your lipstick before we eat?’ And handed me the gift bag that he had brought in from the car.

      I stopped and stared at him. ‘Take your time,’ he added.

      Heart racing, I headed for the ladies’ toilets. In the cubicle I took a moment or two to catch my breath before undoing the bag. Inside was my dress, a clingy little sequinned number, a matching pashmina and a tiny clutch bag. I slipped the dress on over my head and shimmied it down over my hips, making an effort to compose myself, and I giggled. Then I giggled some more. All my life I had always been the good girl, the sensible, responsible one, and it felt so good to break out. No harm done – none at all – but what a rush! I couldn’t stop smiling.

      I also did exactly what Max suggested and took my time before going back out. I washed my hands, tidied my hair, touched up my lipstick and make-up. I couldn’t help noticing that you could see my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress and even a pashmina couldn’t disguise the way my breasts moved without a bra.

      I walked slowly back to the table, trying to suppress the grin. Max watched me every step of the way. He was smiling. In my absence he had ordered the wine.

      ‘You look wonderful,’ he said, as I finally settled at the table and he poured me a glass. ‘Now, how about we discuss where we go from here? Is there anything you would like to talk about?’

      ‘Besides brinkmanship?’ I asked, taking a long pull on my wine.

      ‘Tell me you didn’t enjoy it?’ he whispered, eyes bright with amusement.

      ‘I’m not sure “enjoy” is the right word. Have you already ordered?’

      Max nodded. ‘So what would you like to talk about?’ he said.

      ‘Eva,’ I said, leaning in closer. ‘I want to know what happened next. In the night club, after she gave you the key, Sir.’

      Max smiled. ‘OK. Well, up until I met Eva it had never occurred to me that women really enjoyed sex. Or at least not nice girls.’ He grinned. ‘What can I say? I grew up in a small village. Anyway, I’d seen some films in a friend’s garage when I was a teenager. It was the usual kind of stuff, pretty tame now compared to what you get on the internet. One of them, towards the end of the reel, was of a girl being put over her boyfriend’s knee and spanked for damaging his car.

      ‘The other guys I was watching it with were hooting about the car. I assumed the people who made the film must have forced her to do it or paid her and I was embarrassed that it turned me on. It never occurred to me in a million years that she might have enjoyed it too. Not until that first night with Eva at the club.’

       Chapter Nine

      ‘It’s just human. We all have the jungle inside of us. We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem. If you stop to think about it, we’re all pretty creative, cooking up all these fantasies. It’s like a kind of poetry.’

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      ‘After she’d given me the key, Eva led me upstairs to a room she’d booked for us.’ Max laughed. ‘To be frank, I didn’t know whether to be turned on or terrified. The place was like a maze; everywhere you looked there were things I’d never seen before. Upstairs on the first floor they used to have some communal playrooms. Eva called them the galleries and you could just walk through them. In the first one there were two blondes, maybe in their twenties, with a big tall guy who looked like a rugby player. He was fucking one and licking the other one’s pussy.’ Max grinned. ‘They were loving it. And then there was a girl called Trude, who liked to paint herself all over – naked, pierced – and some guy giving another guy a blow job on the stairs. In the back room there was a man suspended from the ceiling, hog-tied on a huge metal candelabra; he was gagged, and had weights hanging from his balls. And right in the middle of the room was a young guy, athletic, probably in his twenties, all rippling oiled muscle, up on all fours on a plinth, being buggered by a man dressed as a bear.’

      ‘Are you serious?’ I said.

      Max laughed. ‘Oh God yes. You’ve never seen anything like it. It was like the craziest circus ever mixed with the Kama Sutra. I didn’t know where to look or what to look at next. Eva kept laughing at me; I’d got her on a leash, but it was more a way of ensuring that I didn’t get lost than me leading her anywhere. I remember the bear winked at me and Eva said, “Do you want to join them? We can always ask. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.” I was stunned.

      ‘Anyway, we got to a room on the next floor and Eva said that there was someone she wanted me to meet. I was just hoping to hell it wasn’t the bear man. She pushed the door open. Inside was a woman dressed in leather shorts, peaked cap and bikini top. She was probably in her late twenties or early thirties, hard-looking, with the most amazing muscular body. She was all smiles, and held out a hand. She told me her name was Jessa, that she was a friend of Eva’s and that she was going to show me how to train her. I wasn’t altogether sure what she meant – Eva seemed pretty well trained to me.

      ‘She laughed and said something like, “Actually, I will be helping to train you. Eva said that you are a natural and that you just need a little instruction.”

      ‘I thought that was over-egging the pudding. СКАЧАТЬ