| Author: | Jolene Kendry | ISBN: | 9781458094193 |
| Publisher: | Exotic Erotic Publications | Publication: | May 1, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jolene Kendry |
| ISBN: | 9781458094193 |
| Publisher: | Exotic Erotic Publications |
| Publication: | May 1, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Selena’s always in trouble, and she likes it that way. Alice comes home with the sub to play second place to the house’s master. Will Selena be able to walk when the weekend is over?
Excerpt:
As she approached the door a slender, tanned leg stretched across the door frame to block her way. A girl leaned inside with a smile. Alice.
“Hello,” she said. Selena smiled back at her, unsure of what to do. The girl was stunning. She wore a micro mini skirt under a man’s button-down shirt, a thick leather bracelet on one wrist, and a tasteful silver necklace around her neck. Her elegance had always made Selena feel tawdry and cheap, like she tried too hard. She’d never imagined Alice would speak to her directly. Her heart sped up a little.
“Hello?”
“Danny shot you down, huh?” The girl’s hair was long and straight, and an odd shade of blonde that was almost silver. Selena had spent many long classes staring at that sheaf of silver hair with a mix of lust and jealousy. Her own hair was naturally a mousy brown and she had to color it to make it interesting at all. She’d imagined wrapping the hair around her fist and pulling Alice’s head back so her mouth was forced open. After that her daydreams just sort of dissolved into a montage of sexual positions. “He told me to fuck off last week. So I went home and did that very thing.” The girl chuckled. “My name is Alice.”
“I knew that.”
“I sit in the front row,” Alice said, and raised one slender arm to point toward the front of the amphitheater. Selena held her tongue, didn’t tell Alice that she was well aware where she sat. It never played well to admit you were practically stalking someone, especially if they’d voluntarily spoken to you at last. “I always come in early so I can tease the old guy before he starts to talk, chat with Danny, that sort of thing. I’ve seen you around. From a distance.” Alice leaned over until her lips brushed Selena’s ear. “I’m glad to see you up close.” Her breath was hot and smelled like jasmine.
Selena’s stomach twisted into a ball. Confusion tinged her thoughts with worry. Alice was no submissive, which meant she had to be a domme, and Selena already had one of those. Her master commanded her complete attention. She’d been devoted to pleasing him for more than a year and since he’d transformed their basement she’d achieved fulfillment like she’d never dreamed possible. Her senses had been heightened, and it was almost as though she could hear more clearly, could see farther. He’d opened her up to a new world and she’d embraced that world completely.
How did Alice fit into that? Guilt flooded her even as her pussy surged with heat at the thought of Alice in their basement playroom. This wasn’t behaving herself, this wasn’t doing what she was told.
Alice tilted her head to one side, making herself even more lovely, if that was possible. “Is something wrong? Have I misread the situation? I thought you were looking for a third.”
About the Author:
Jolene Kendry is an erotica author and full time beach bum. She spends her days on the sandy shores of the world’s best beaches, and her nights writing down her daydreams and fantasies. She eats too many crab cakes, spends too much time in the sun, and owns more bikinis than t-shirts.
Selena’s always in trouble, and she likes it that way. Alice comes home with the sub to play second place to the house’s master. Will Selena be able to walk when the weekend is over?
Excerpt:
As she approached the door a slender, tanned leg stretched across the door frame to block her way. A girl leaned inside with a smile. Alice.
“Hello,” she said. Selena smiled back at her, unsure of what to do. The girl was stunning. She wore a micro mini skirt under a man’s button-down shirt, a thick leather bracelet on one wrist, and a tasteful silver necklace around her neck. Her elegance had always made Selena feel tawdry and cheap, like she tried too hard. She’d never imagined Alice would speak to her directly. Her heart sped up a little.
“Hello?”
“Danny shot you down, huh?” The girl’s hair was long and straight, and an odd shade of blonde that was almost silver. Selena had spent many long classes staring at that sheaf of silver hair with a mix of lust and jealousy. Her own hair was naturally a mousy brown and she had to color it to make it interesting at all. She’d imagined wrapping the hair around her fist and pulling Alice’s head back so her mouth was forced open. After that her daydreams just sort of dissolved into a montage of sexual positions. “He told me to fuck off last week. So I went home and did that very thing.” The girl chuckled. “My name is Alice.”
“I knew that.”
“I sit in the front row,” Alice said, and raised one slender arm to point toward the front of the amphitheater. Selena held her tongue, didn’t tell Alice that she was well aware where she sat. It never played well to admit you were practically stalking someone, especially if they’d voluntarily spoken to you at last. “I always come in early so I can tease the old guy before he starts to talk, chat with Danny, that sort of thing. I’ve seen you around. From a distance.” Alice leaned over until her lips brushed Selena’s ear. “I’m glad to see you up close.” Her breath was hot and smelled like jasmine.
Selena’s stomach twisted into a ball. Confusion tinged her thoughts with worry. Alice was no submissive, which meant she had to be a domme, and Selena already had one of those. Her master commanded her complete attention. She’d been devoted to pleasing him for more than a year and since he’d transformed their basement she’d achieved fulfillment like she’d never dreamed possible. Her senses had been heightened, and it was almost as though she could hear more clearly, could see farther. He’d opened her up to a new world and she’d embraced that world completely.
How did Alice fit into that? Guilt flooded her even as her pussy surged with heat at the thought of Alice in their basement playroom. This wasn’t behaving herself, this wasn’t doing what she was told.
Alice tilted her head to one side, making herself even more lovely, if that was possible. “Is something wrong? Have I misread the situation? I thought you were looking for a third.”
About the Author:
Jolene Kendry is an erotica author and full time beach bum. She spends her days on the sandy shores of the world’s best beaches, and her nights writing down her daydreams and fantasies. She eats too many crab cakes, spends too much time in the sun, and owns more bikinis than t-shirts.
