Painful Punishment by Master E-Book

Malory Chambers

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Painful Punishment by Master

Leseprobe

Painful Punishment By Master

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Carry Me Home

"Shouldn't you be headed home, Arianna?" West asks, holding the beer close to his lips.

Should I?Maybe.Do I want to?No.

Instead of answering, I stare at him with an intensity that confused him. He meets me eyes and curve his full lips into a small smile. My knees went weak almost immediately. West has a ridiculously bright smile. He takes a few gulps from the beer and lowers down the glass with a gentle thud onto the small round table.

I watch him lick the sides of his mouth and wonder for a moment how his lips would taste like, tinged with the oatmeal lager that he liked so much. I take a sip of my own apple cider, swishing the cool liquid in my mouth before gulping it down. The sensation of the hard cider down my throat put me at ease and I relax. I push the thought of West' full lips of my mind and is momentarily confused by the expectant look on his face.

Oh! He asked me a question. Should I be headed home? "Not really," I find myself saying.

The truth is, I should have headed home with my husband two hours ago, but meeting up with West is such a rare occasion that he gave me permission to stay a little longer. West works with an orchestra and often disappear for months on end. He doesn't have family in the West coast, so I know the only reason he would drop by is to see me.

My heart warms at the thought. West is almost family to me. We both grew up from broken homes and took solace in each other's company.

My phone buzzes in my pocket but I ignore it. It is probably my master informing me that it is inappropriately late and I should start heading home. While I work freelance and have my own hours, I am responsible for making breakfast.

My mind was a confusion of thoughts, whimsically jumping from one scenario to the next and one thought to the other. I know that a few more sips of the beer and it is more than likely that I will throw myself at West and take his lush lips in mine.

He is a good few inches taller than I am, so I would have to crane my neck to meet his mouth. His soft, wet tongue, darting out to take mine in a dance for control.

"Well, would you like another drink then?" he asks, sending me a slow grin that promised more than just drinks.

I looked around my surrounding, taking in how everything was blurring together. The crowd is beginning to disperse as the night draws on.

As the DJ steps down from the stage, I knew the bar is only going to stay open for another hour or so. Perhaps I have had a little too much to drink already. It is taking me longer and longer to process thoughts and questions. "Probably not," I murmur, meaning it. There's a little knot in my stomach that screams otherwise. I would love another beer, but I knew another one would push me over the edge from slightly tipsy to outrageously drunk.

"How's work?" West ask, leaning over to the table so that his baby blue eyes were focused completely on me.

"Decent," I say and summon a nonchalant shrug. Work has been pretty dead lately. I work as a freelance tutor and most of my students has all but disappeared for the Summer. Things will pick up soon as we move into fall. "How about you?

"Good," he says. His hand goes under the table and rest on my thigh.

I cock an eyebrow at him in confusion and wonder if he has had too much to drink himself.

West and I have been friends for as long as I remember. We almost grew up together and are so close that thoughts of us being intimate with each other made me feel dirty. At least, that was true when I'm sober. A few drinks later and West is suddenly the most desirable man on Earth.

I didn't know whether to push his hand away or kiss those luscious lips. My mind was a whirlpool of emotions.

My husband, Luke had asked me whether I liked West before and I had always denied my attraction to him. I sense that deep down, he knew the truth and that was why he suggested bringing West in for one of our sessions.

While Luke didn't have a problem sharing me with other men, I wasn't sure if I could ever be brave enough to show my submissive side to my long term friend. I told him I would very much prefer our first threesome involve a stranger.

As West's hand crawl further up my thigh under the table, part of me wonder if Luke had deliberately left me in a situation where I would err so he could punish me later while another part scream for me to push him away.

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