eXcessively pleasurable fiction

from the sweet to the forbidden

eXcessica

romance

bdsm

DESTINY BLAINE

Length: Story

Heat Level: eXcess 3

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Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex and mild bdsm.

Hope Taylor is the kind of girl who enjoys life to the fullest. A recent college graduate, she moves to Savannah, Georgia in hopes of building her life there. With nearby Tybee Island to keep her on the beach by day and an old Victorian home to restore by night, her life is full and complete. There’s little time to think about pursuing a relationship.

Mike doesn’t mind. In fact, he already has the traditional ball and chain. Now, he just wants to have a good time and Hope seems more than willing to provide just what he wants…but is it for a limited time or did Dr. Mike Shannon find a befitting mistress to keep him well satisfied?

Join Hope and Mike on the beach in Tybee Island. They’re going to heat up the pages in Befitting Mistress before they turn their worlds—and yours—upside down! Their rollercoaster romance is just beginning.

EXCERPT:

“Come back to bed.” His tongue instinctively held against his tight upper lip as his hand stroked. He forced himself to turn over on his side so he could see her. “What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for something.”

“What could be so damn important right now?” He eyed his anything-but-spent cock.

“You’ll see.” She giggled as she walked back over to the bed.

Once there, she instructed. “Close your eyes.”

“I’m not into kink.” He informed.

“Trust me. Close your eyes.”

He started to object but like a foolish school boy with a hard cock and a direction to go with it, he shut them tight. And she had him locked and secure within seconds.

* * * *

His eyes popped open and she saw nothing like the fear she thought she might find. “Are you afraid?” She whispered as her body began to massage nothing but her own feminine heat into his skin. Her intimate space traveled over him with great direction and an undeniable course.

Dropping his voice, the question he asked her ran a true chill up her spine. “Are you twisted, baby?” His left hand jerked against the cuff and then the right.

“Shhhh..” She put her finger to her lips. “Don’t screw up my bedpost.”

“I have to touch you.” His words were full of ripe need.

“So touch me.”