Help me welcome Glenda Horsfall to our kinky corner of the world! She’s got a new book out and from the excerpt I read, it is hawt! Take a look for yourself!
Matt is worried! Their relationship is in trouble. Cassie has been begging him to add role-play to their lovemaking, but the kind of role Cassie wants him to play leaves him cold. When he discovers her stash of erotic romance novels, he comes to suspect that what she really wants is dominance.
Matt takes Cassie away for the weekend to celebrate her birthday. She is disappointed that the ‘highlight’ of the weekend is to be a costume party. A costume party is not the kind of role-play she’s fantasized about. She is surprised when she realizes it will be a party for two and that Matt has actually taken her to a BDSM club.
Cassie agrees to be his ‘love slave’ for the weekend and promises to obey all her ‘Master’s’ commands. Matt is surprised at her enthusiasm and is turned on by her ready acceptance of his domination.
At last, he understands her desire to role-play and Matt indulges her fantasies, along with a few of his own. However, the weekend away has changed their relationship and has taken them in a direction he hadn’t foreseen. Now he’s wondering if they can survive the changes.
“Cassie, come here,” he commanded.
With legs which were almost bare to the waist she rose from her kneeling position to walk towards him. His body immediately went into overdrive and he felt like he had swallowed his tongue. He cleared his throat, trying to cover it up with a cough.
“Sit on the cushions facing me.” She sat down, making herself comfortable with her knees drawn under herself, her gaze downcast. The sight of her obeying his command, without
question, nearly caused his mind to shut down and he had trouble remembering what he wanted her to do next.
question, nearly caused his mind to shut down and he had trouble remembering what he wanted her to do next.
After taking a moment or two to get himself back together, he told her, “I have a present for you. A Birthday gift for my slave.” He slipped his hand under her chin to look directly into her eyes. “Remove your top.”
Her eyes widened and he saw the burst of lust that she quickly tried to hide by lowering her lashes. Without comment, she unfastened the buttons between her breasts and slowly peeled the top down her arms to let it drop behind her back. Her eyes locked onto his, as she sat still and awaited his next move. Her tongue crept out to wet her dry lips and he couldn’t resist leaning forward to lick along the seam of her mouth.
He kissed her hard when she eagerly opened her mouth to him, thoroughly enjoying her response. He felt a twinge of guilt, when she moaned in disappointment as he pulled away from her.
“Stroke your nipples for me. I want to see them erect and begging to be kissed.”
Frustrated at his inaction and sorely disappointed, Cassie looked down at her breasts and then back at him. What was the point if she was going to play by herself? He was an idiot!
Couldn’t he see they were already erect? How much more did he think they would enlarge? He had said ‘begging to be kissed.’ If he didn’t kiss them soon, she would be reduced to begging. She was so turned on her nipples were standing proud and her stomach muscles quivered in anticipation of his next move.
Couldn’t he see they were already erect? How much more did he think they would enlarge? He had said ‘begging to be kissed.’ If he didn’t kiss them soon, she would be reduced to begging. She was so turned on her nipples were standing proud and her stomach muscles quivered in anticipation of his next move.
As if he had read her thoughts, he growled, “I want them harder!”
Cassie brought her hands up and across her breasts; the palms of her hands massaged and rolled her nipples. She was already highly aroused and her nipples were very sensitive to her gentle touch. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back on her shoulders, thrusting her aching breasts towards him. She teased and pinched her nipples. Christ, if he didn’t get his act together soon, and join her on the floor, she was going to come without him. What was he waiting for?
“Stop!”
What did he mean stop! She would die of frustration if he didn’t make his move soon. “Put your hands behind your back.” Aiming to please, and hoping he would now get things moving, she quickly put her arms behind her back and sat on her hands. There. Done. Asshole.
He leaned forward and took her right nipple between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it almost painfully as he tugged on it sharply. The sensation was overwhelming, the pain erotic in a way she struggled to understand. She kept her eyes on his fingers, watching him as he played with her nipple. When he pulled extra hard a shaft of sensation coursed straight to her core and her inner muscles pulsed with need. He was driving her mad. She needed him to stop playing and she could not hold back her moan of need. The
passion within that he had unleashed, was driving her mad. She felt raw. Primal. She wanted fucked and she wanted it now. She couldn’t hold on much longer. She needed to feel him driving into her with force, claiming her with every stroke.
passion within that he had unleashed, was driving her mad. She felt raw. Primal. She wanted fucked and she wanted it now. She couldn’t hold on much longer. She needed to feel him driving into her with force, claiming her with every stroke.
Matt released her nipple and reached behind the divan to fetch a jeweler’s box. “You will only wear these for me.” He told her, his look serious.
Christ, she thought, for a man who hadn’t wanted to role-play, he was sure getting into his role tonight.
He opened the box to reveal what looked like a pair of extra large gold hoop earrings with small screws attached. They reminded her of the type of ring a bull would wear through its nose. Without another word, he leaned forward, pinched her nipple again and brought the first of the rings to her nipple.
“This is a nipple clamp. I am going to fasten this on you.” He lifted her head and looked straight into her eyes, “Tell me if it gets too tight.”
She couldn’t move, didn’t dare breathe. Christ, he was really getting into this Dom thing. He leaned forward and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking so hard she would have sworn that her womb contracted. He released her now moist nipple from his mouth, pinched it between his fingers and positioned the clamp. Matt slowly started turning the side screw to fasten the clamp upon her nipple. It was slightly painful, sharper than him pinching her nipple, but at the same time surprisingly erotic. He turned the screw tighter, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. Again, he turned the screw.
“Enough – it’s tight enough!” she cried. Shit, that hurt.
He took possession of her mouth, his kiss hot and hard; at the same time, he gave the screw another turn. “Aagh…..” Oh God, the pain, what the hell did he think he was doing? Tears
sprung to her eyes.
sprung to her eyes.
“Relax, breathe, deep steady breaths – embrace the pain – it will soon fade.”
She wasn’t sure about that and wondered how he would feel if his nipple was clamped tight. He lowered his mouth to cover her nipple, which was now forced into permanent erection by the clamp, and slowly laved both her nipple and the ring with his tongue, alternatively sucking and blowing on her nipple. Oh God, it felt so good. She would never have believed that something so painful could make her feel so horny.
“Now, let’s fit the other one.”
Glenda Horsfall was born and brought up in the beautiful city of Edinburgh. From an early age she was an avid reader. She became engrossed in reading romance novels in her early teens and promised herself that one day she would sit down and write her own.
That dream has now been achieved with the publication of her first novel ‘Playing for Keeps’. A tale of Domination and submission, the story is also a romance with a Happy Ever After ending!
Glenda now lives on the Fylde Coast of England with her own hero. She has a grown up son and three beautiful grand-daughters.
Having worked for many years as an Accountant she loves being able to let her creative imagination run wild as she creates romantic stories for you to enjoy.
