Thursday, 18 December 2014

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #15

Lynn gets in on the fun in this taste from Gentleman. Check out all the tasters on the blog.

A hand combed through his dark curls, making his eyes close heavily. “Forgive me,” Kendra whispered a moment before leather snapped across his back.
This was what he had come for. The sexual release was wonderful, but he could have that at any whorehouse. This, the blazing pain, seared away the intangible hurts. The aloof nature of his wife, the barrage from his employer and clients, they whittled away his soul. All were burned in the fire blooming in that welt.
“Again,” Lynn ordered when Kendra hesitated. The maid's arm was strong, built from labor, and the second welt burned as hot as the first. In this fire he became light, floating. The weight of carrying every whim of his wife, every request of his mother, every new client, all burned to ash. Still, he felt an ache in his heart and mind, a need for something his life denied him.
Four more lashes and each brought him closer to freedom, closer to relief. With one last crack, he screamed out, the fire having nothing left to consume. The leather fell to floor just as he did, his forehead resting on cool wooden planks. He could see the instrument of his torture, smell it, and it only aroused him more.
Kendra descended, wrapping her arms around his head. “I'm sorry. Forgive me, sir. I'm so-” she was cut off in a gasp at the same time a smack sounded.
“You are to address him as an equal,” Lynn reminded her. “Though, if you seek forgiveness, you might help ease this.” She used her toes to push Harrold onto his side and reveal his erection.
“Oh, yes.” Kendra didn't question, taking him in her hand and stroking vigorously.
Harrold rolled onto his back, gritting his teeth and grinning at the renewed pain. “Ride me again,” he told her, pulling on her hips.
Kendra looked to Lynn, who nodded. Once the girl had hold of him again, Lynn moved to stand over Harrold's face. He looked straight up into the hair covering her and licked his lips.
“Can we both ride at once? I think so.” She knelt, her sex smothering Harrold for a moment. Then she shifted her hips, rubbing her lips on his. Needing no more encouragement, Harrold dug his fingers into Lynn's ass and used his tongue to lap at her. 

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6 comments:

  1. Harrold certainly has found a place where he is able to release all tensions. Excellently written taster

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  2. I don't even know where to begin...the great lines?..."burned in the fire blooming in that welt"..."fire he became light, floating"..."The leather fell to floor just as he did, his forehead resting on cool wooden planks. He could see the instrument of his torture, smell it, and it only aroused him more." All so tactile, every word painted a new picture for me of burning flesh, burning desire, burning emotions. I do not understand this life style, but I understand him which makes your writing universal and extraordinary. Such visuals and descriptions. I taste, smell and feel it all. Very fuckin' erotic, Angelica. Excellent! xo

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  3. Your descritions and the emotions built are supperb. To read this entire scene in one seating would be horrific to me. But you have driven home the torture and pleasure Harrold feels at the end, or near the end.

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  4. That's exactly what he needed, he has so much on his mind.

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