Wednesday, 16 November 2016

#MidWeekTease - Blue Moon House: Whore #erotic #bdsm

Hello all! I just turned in my MS for the next Blue Moon House book. Lynn's story is currently titled Whore as that is what she is. She has her reasons for taking up the profession and others for remaining in it. Here's an encounter with a special customer.

“Are you afraid of me, girl?”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. His mouth covered hers, and she couldn't answer if she'd been able. His tongue savagely roamed her mouth and she gasped for air when he broke the kiss.
“Now, let's see what you can handle.”
Lynn's fear intensified. He must mean to hurt her. But if so, why hadn't Sophia warned her? She almost fell over when he started fondling her sex. When had she become wet? How was she building so quickly when he frightened her? She leaned back enough to brace her bound hands on the wall, trying to hold herself up while her knees shook and gave out.
James didn't stop with her collapse. Instead he sat her on the corner of the bed and watched her thrash.
Her voice returned at last, her hips trying desperately to avoid his fingers. “Please,” she begged. “Please stop.” She sobbed and screamed louder, her muscles kinking and cramping as they coiled ever tighter. She thought her arms were coming out of their sockets, that she might urinate uncontrollably. Most powerful, she thought she was losing her mind.
The next thing she could comprehend was pain. She had bitten her tongue and the metallic tang of blood sobered her. This was followed with intense burning and tingling in her arms, like they had fallen asleep. It took a bit longer to realize her arms and ankles were no longer tied. The reprieve was short, however, as James lashed each forearm to its corresponding shin. The result brought her knees level with her breasts and James needed only push to open them wide.
He left her exposed sex for a moment, instead pinching one of her nipples hard and holding it that way. It hurt enough to bring tears, but the pain ebbed slowly despite the fact that his hold didn't ease.
She was just over the worst of the pain when he started working her sex again. For the first time, it was his cock that fucked her overstimulated pussy. She pulled against the ropes and screamed louder and longer.
He slowed his thrusts, releasing her nipple and she cried out at the burning sensation running through it. It wasn't exactly painful, but very intense. He made her twitch every time he brushed it, and she started whimpering again.
“You aren't even halfway, yet,” he said, and when she managed to crack open her eyes, his gaze wasn't malicious, wasn't furious. It was passionate.

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