Gags for Gemma (BDSM predicament tease and denial)
Gemma's Journey, #2
Romance, Erotica, BDSM, Contemporary
| Author: | Sapphire Rush | ISBN: | 9781502256140 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush | Publication: | September 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sapphire Rush |
| ISBN: | 9781502256140 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush |
| Publication: | September 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Gemma trusts Rick, who's introducing her to the joys of BDSM. It's time for them to go quite a bit further than they've gone before; this time, his plan involves tight bondage, a tortuous predicament, and a tantalisingly unavailable vibrator. How will she cope with this whole new level of stimulation?
Warning: This short story contains 4,500 words of adults-only filth, and has a list of kinks as long as your arm. Enjoy!
Excerpt:
“You know”, he said, “I almost had second thoughts about what I was planning to do to you tonight. I almost wondered if you hadn't turned into a little goody two shoes, who never does anything dirty, who never deserves anything other than lying underneath some boring bastard in the missionary position.”
He reached into his pockets. “Almost,” he said. “But not quite.” Out came a small box, a ball of string...and some enormous scissors. “You should be careful with playing like this, by the way”, he said. “Buying new clothes all the time can be a serious problem for your credit card.
Her heart skipped a few beats as she felt the cool metal blades of the scissors sliding inside one of the arms of her pajama top, and she held herself still, listening to the snip snip snip as the blades chewed up the fabric.
In no time at all she was topless. Rick went to the foot of the bed and spread her legs wide, fastening her ankles as wide apart as they would go. The scissors came out again; and now she felt truly vulnerable. She was barefoot with jogging pants, and the sensation as the scissors' blade stroked gently up her leg towards her heat while she tried to focus on holding still...
She moaned gently as the blade drifted away, over her hip, cutting away the sacrificial panties as well, rendering her completely naked before Rick once more, even as he was still fully and completely dressed for the office.
“I'm going to give you what you want”, said Rick. “And after five minutes, you're going to beg me to stop.” He scratched his ear idly. “I don't like people who change their minds on me like that.”
“I promise...” she said.
“You could promise me the goddamn moon on a stick”, said Rick, “and it wouldn't make a tiny sliver of difference. You have no idea what you're in for.”
It was true, and she shivered gently. What exactly had he thought up? She had no time to consider that question, though. Rick sat on the bed, and took her breasts into his hands, weighing them gently, smiling as he did so.
“I do like these”, he said. “They're so much fun to play with. To treat as I see fit.” He began massaging gently, laughing as Gemma forced her torso upwards, trying desperately to increase the stimulation available.
Gemma trusts Rick, who's introducing her to the joys of BDSM. It's time for them to go quite a bit further than they've gone before; this time, his plan involves tight bondage, a tortuous predicament, and a tantalisingly unavailable vibrator. How will she cope with this whole new level of stimulation?
Warning: This short story contains 4,500 words of adults-only filth, and has a list of kinks as long as your arm. Enjoy!
Excerpt:
“You know”, he said, “I almost had second thoughts about what I was planning to do to you tonight. I almost wondered if you hadn't turned into a little goody two shoes, who never does anything dirty, who never deserves anything other than lying underneath some boring bastard in the missionary position.”
He reached into his pockets. “Almost,” he said. “But not quite.” Out came a small box, a ball of string...and some enormous scissors. “You should be careful with playing like this, by the way”, he said. “Buying new clothes all the time can be a serious problem for your credit card.
Her heart skipped a few beats as she felt the cool metal blades of the scissors sliding inside one of the arms of her pajama top, and she held herself still, listening to the snip snip snip as the blades chewed up the fabric.
In no time at all she was topless. Rick went to the foot of the bed and spread her legs wide, fastening her ankles as wide apart as they would go. The scissors came out again; and now she felt truly vulnerable. She was barefoot with jogging pants, and the sensation as the scissors' blade stroked gently up her leg towards her heat while she tried to focus on holding still...
She moaned gently as the blade drifted away, over her hip, cutting away the sacrificial panties as well, rendering her completely naked before Rick once more, even as he was still fully and completely dressed for the office.
“I'm going to give you what you want”, said Rick. “And after five minutes, you're going to beg me to stop.” He scratched his ear idly. “I don't like people who change their minds on me like that.”
“I promise...” she said.
“You could promise me the goddamn moon on a stick”, said Rick, “and it wouldn't make a tiny sliver of difference. You have no idea what you're in for.”
It was true, and she shivered gently. What exactly had he thought up? She had no time to consider that question, though. Rick sat on the bed, and took her breasts into his hands, weighing them gently, smiling as he did so.
“I do like these”, he said. “They're so much fun to play with. To treat as I see fit.” He began massaging gently, laughing as Gemma forced her torso upwards, trying desperately to increase the stimulation available.
