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

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СКАЧАТЬ not so much into pain as into submission – being made to do things, being made to feel vulnerable. She liked her hair being pulled and insertion – things being put into her. She liked to be naked when everyone else was dressed. She was also bi, which I hadn’t known.’

      I realized that while Max has been talking, I had eaten my starter and hadn’t tasted a mouthful. The joke wasn’t lost on me: all the time I’d waited to come here for the food and now I was here I wasn’t remotely interested in it. As soon as the plates were cleared and the main course served Max refilled my glass and resumed his story.

      ‘Jessa taught me a lot: that you build the pain up slowly – a sub can often take more if you start gently and build up the intensity with each stroke. And always to agree a safe word.’

      Max turned his attention to his meal.

      ‘Aren’t you afraid that by telling me all this you’re going to expose all your secrets and spoil it?’ I asked.

      Max shrugged. ‘You wanted to know. And I’m telling you because I know you want to hear – and I know you want to feel it.’

      I stared at him.

      He smiled. ‘Don’t you?’ he said. ‘And you seem to have forgotten the no talking unless spoken to rule.’ Then, leaning in closer as if to kiss me gently on my cheek, he whispered in my ear, his hand brushing my breast. I shivered. ‘Imagine them bound and clamped,’ he said. ‘It seems like a suitable punishment.’

      I swallowed hard and he grinned.

      ‘Anyway, Jessa picked up the cane and stroked Eva’s breasts with it. Eva tried to pull away. Jessa drew the cane across Eva’s breasts and very gently tapped them. She had already told me that you sometimes need to push the boundaries. Eva was wide-eyed, eyes flashing. Jessa liked to tease and flicked Eva’s breasts with the cane. Then she flicked them again, this time with a sharp, snappy little strike, and Eva squealed through her gag. I was torn between rescuing her and enjoying what I was watching.

      ‘Then Jessa tapped the padlock that fastened the strap between Eva’s legs and asked me if I had the key.

      ‘I knew that I had and patted my pockets, not sure in the heat of the moment what I’d done with it. But I found it, pulled it out and offered it to Jessa, who shook her head and said, “She’s yours, not mine. You should do it.” And as she spoke she dropped the cane back onto the table and picked up a flogger.’

      Max laughed and shook his head. ‘I was a mess. I was there for ages. I couldn’t get the key into the lock. My fingers shook, and I could feel heat coming from Eva’s body and smell the scent of her mingled with the leather. In the end I knelt down and finally undid the strap. Then I couldn’t help myself: I kissed her, licking her sex with my tongue. She was so wet, so ready. At which point Jessa – all business – tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Later,” and handed me the flogger.

      ‘I’m not sure that I was that keen to wait, but then she showed me how to hit and where to hit – avoiding the kidneys and the sciatic nerve; and how to begin slowly and how to build it up, stroke by stroke. And with each stroke it felt more and more as though I was coming home. It felt good – really good.

      ‘After twelve strokes, we untied Eva and let her down. She sank to her knees, pressing her lips to Jessa’s feet and then to her pussy. Jessa gave Eva permission. Eva unfastened the snaps at either side of Jessa’s shorts and peeled them away. Underneath Jessa was shaved. It was the first time I’d seen a grown woman like that – you could see the slit and the bud of her clitoris peeking out. Jessa settled herself back on the bed with Eva on all fours between her legs, lapping and sucking her. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen; I’d never seen anything so horny in my life. I kept wondering just how much longer I could hold it together without coming.

      ‘Then Jessa beckoned me over and invited me to join in. “Time to enjoy her,” she said, all the while Eva was licking her. Then Jessa threw back her head, locking her fingers in Eva’s hair, and just let go.

      ‘I didn’t need telling twice. I stripped off and sank into Eva. There was no way I was going to last for long – I kept trying to hold back but it was pointless. She was trying to tip me over the edge. I felt her fingers brushing my balls as she started to rub her clit – she was still tonguing Jessa, while her pussy was clutching tightly at my cock. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to hang on, trying to make it last, but it was a lost cause. I totally lost it: I drove into her, wild, desperate, and that was it. Totally spent, I collapsed onto the bed and then rolled over onto my back, completely and utterly shot.

      ‘I woke between the two of them God knows how much later, an arm round each. Jessa was sound asleep but my waking up woke Eva. She opened her eyes and before I could say anything she was on her knees, creeping down over my chest and taking me in her mouth – and I couldn’t help myself. It was a long, long night.’

      I stared at him.

      Max grinned. ‘Satisfied?’

      I nodded.

      He beckoned me closer.

      ‘Eat up. There is a price for all this curiosity,’ he said, eyes bright.

       Chapter Ten

      ‘Sexual pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon.’

       Simone de Beauvoir

      ‘So how’s the new man working out, then?’ asked Gabbie, forking a great pile of lasagne into her open mouth. It was a girls’-get-together night. A lot of wine had been consumed and there were puddings on standby in the fridge.

      Helen, who was currently sitting on the other side of the table, wiped something tomato-ey off her chin and rolled her eyes. ‘You mean Rob? He’s OK, but he’s a bit wet, to be honest. I really want someone with a bit more life in him. You know, a bit more …’ She made a noise and a gesture that implied vigour.

      We all raised our eyebrows in unison. There is an unofficial credo in our gang: We’ve all come too far to settle for a poor compromise. Almost every time the four of us get together, at least one of us says it about something. Helen, not needing to be told, held up her hands in surrender. ‘I know, I know,’ she said. ‘He has to go, but not until after we get back from Crete.’

      ‘You’re going on holiday with him?’ asked Gabbie, incredulously.

      ‘Why not? He invited me, and besides I could do with a bit of sunshine. His sister has got a place out there. A villa, I think.’

      ‘Oh God, don’t tell me,’ sighed Gabbie, slapping her hand to her forehead. ‘He and the family used to go out there every summer before he got divorced.’

      ‘Stop it,’ said Helen, flicking a piece of lettuce at her.

      ‘Maybe he’ll redeem himself,’ said Joan, more kindly.

      ‘We did warn you,’ said Gabbie. ‘Rob didn’t strike me as someone with a whole lot of oomph.’

      ‘I know, but to be fair I think you made him nervous, Gabbie.’

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