“We need to work together, you and I,” said Mark, and his
lips descended to nuzzle her neck, “because I suspect we want the same thing.”
“You want ten tonnes of sugar and a three litre vat of
coffee?” She was rewarded with a sharp nip for her troubles. “Don’t go vampire
on me,” she threatened, “I’ve already got you down as the big bad wolf.”
He laughed. “Because I can see you, smell you and eat you
better than anyone else you’ve ever known?”
“No, it was a ‘whose afraid of the big bad wolf thing,’ but
you’ve been replaced in that department. Anyway, tell me what we’re working
together on.”
“I’m never especially comfortable around you,”
she yelped as she received a backhander on her left butt-cheek, “but I’m not
afraid of you, no.”
“Good.”
Her right cheek was subjected to the same
treatment and it felt divine. He then pressed something cold and hard against
the entrance to her pussy, and she instinctively moved upwards to avoid it.
“Relax. It’s just a set of Ben Wa balls.
They’ll help improve your pelvic floor muscles because you’ll have to squeeze
tightly to keep them inside of you. Lots of squeezing makes my fun in the
bedroom infinitely more entertaining.” Another slap on her backside, but the
first ball was already being worked inside her and it felt sublime. It was
heavy, smooth and almost certainly made of some kind of metal. Her money would
be on stainless steel.
“These are some of the heaviest ones I can
find, mainly because I don’t like to make my games too easy for you. If you
live under my roof, you’re going to have to work for everything and I mean everything, but that’s all part of the
fun. If you can figure out a way to please me, I’ll make your life bearable.”
He stroked the line of her throat and tongued the unbelievably sensitive spot
just behind her earlobe. She shuddered.
“Does bearable include unlimited amounts of
coffee and chocolate?” There was another petulant yelp as he increased the
strength of his swats, but she didn’t wiggle out of the way.
“No, and never tell me stuff like that, because
now I’ll ration both coffee and chocolate until you’re begging for the stuff. I
like watching women beg. There’s something amazing about watching a woman beg,
especially for sex.” He winked at her. “I’ll remember to cover you from head to
toe in chocolate body paint frequently, in order to torment the hell out of
you.” The second kegel ball was slotted into place, as deep inside her as his
fingers would go. There was a pause as her body took a moment to spasm all
over. Mark aroused her just by speaking, damnit, and all the rest of the stuff
was just overkill in her opinion. Biting her tongue sharply, she managed to get
a hold of herself.
“That might be OK, as long as I get a chance to
lick the stuff off,” said Jenny thoughtfully.
“Oh no. I’ll be painting your chocolate rations
somewhere far more interesting.” Mark
pulled her away from the bed and stood directly in front of her. Jenny was
trying hard not to laugh. She couldn’t help it. The image of Mark with his cock
covered in chocolate was doing strange things to her libido.
“Now I’m curious. Would you like your chocolate
rations orally or as a suppository? I’m sure the sugar would hit you quicker if
we…”
“Nooo,” Jenny bit out, and the man had
successfully wiped the smile off her face in an instant, which she guessed was
his goal.
“Right, enough distractions. The name of the game is this… I
have a pair of bolt cutters that will make moving and walking far less
embarrassing for your restaurant visit. You keep those balls inside you for the
next ten minutes, no matter what I do to you, and I’ll see what I can manage
with regards to your restraints. You’ll still have the cuffs on, of course, but
you’ll lose the chains – so more freedom for a little bit of effort. What do
you say, Miss Redcliff?”
“Game on,” came the reply.
The pressure of the heavy metal balls within her had seemed
fine at first. Mark made her crawl around the floor a bit, and introduced a
flogger to the proceedings, but it was not particularly hard work to keep them
securely inside her. She had to squeeze the muscles of her vagina tightly together,
but the initial effort required to do so was sustainable, or so she’d thought.
Moving around proved difficult, not because of the chains,
she’d almost become used to those, but when the balls vibrated and bounced
together they sent shock waves of pleasure radiating through her body. The
flogger drove her this way and that throughout his apartment, and each twist
and turn was murder on her insides.
“I’ve waited a long time to fuck you, Jennifer Redcliff.”
His voice echoed in her ears but she didn’t fully comprehend their meaning
until a few moments later. “Whatever I want is usually delivered immediately to
me, with no questions asked. I guess that’s one of the perks of being me.
Having to wait over a week for something I really want is unheard of, and yet
here I am still as excited by you as the first day I laid eyes on you. Scrap
that, even more so. I want to pin you to the wall like a fucking Van Gogh, Miss
Redcliff, and just like the Van Gogh, I wouldn’t mind if you graced my wall for
several years or more. Does that scare you? Do you want to serve, Jenny? Do you
want to serve me? Or are you, perhaps, just telling me the words I want to hear
so you can run out on me at the first opportunity?”
To prove his point, Mark had scooped her up off the floor
and slammed her backside against the bright white wall behind her. He obviously
preferred the minimalist look, because not a single painting adorned it, which
was probably a good thing when your head was being slammed against it. Not that
she cared. Her body was buzzing with an intensity that had little to do with
the vibrating balls inside her. Just one look from the annoying man in front of
her and she was reduced to speaking gibberish. He had his flies undone and his
cock nudging for entrance at her pussy, which might explain her inability to
articulate words, but then again those smouldering brown eyes could produce
naked flames if one weren’t careful. When he thrust himself inside her and
smacked into the two balls, she nearly exploded on the spot.
There was no question that she was wet. Dripping wet. These
days she was always soaked. But having two heavy, vibrating balls slammed into
your cervix was an experience she was not going to forget in a hurry. Finally
she got a grip on her tongue. “So,” she said breathlessly, feeling his mouth
hovering above her nipple, “where are
the Van Gogh’s?” Bathing in the hot air from his mouth, her nipple pleaded for
more, and finally he teased it with his tongue. Small licks and flicks was all
it was treated to, but it cried out for more, stretching and straining its
little self until it could grow no more.
“I already told you, you
are the Van Gogh, and if you don’t shut up, I might decide to hang you here
permanently for my own personal use.”
His strokes were blunt but fierce. He worked the balls
inside her as deep as they would go, cupping her reddened ass in his hands and
tilting her towards him. Grinding against her clit, she was once again mute, so
his threat had been a pointless one. Her head was in another place entirely and
it was a happy place. Each thrust knocked the balls about inside her and they
played a decadently wonderful tune.
“Madam, I am at your cervix for the entire evening,” Mark
whispered, barely holding back a chuckle. Jenny didn’t care. She was almost at
the point where she was hoping his earlier threat might come true. Being pinned
against his wall for this kind of regular treatment wouldn’t be a hardship. Au
contraire. It would be a fucking amazing. Before that thought had a chance to
be examined, he pulled out of her.
Two heavy metal balls plummeted downwards and she did her
best to slow their descent by clenching her PC muscles as hard as she could.
Her face twisted as the effort of gripping them took hold.
“I’m not going to make this easy on you, Pet. You’re going
to have to work to keep those balls inside of you. Grabbing her wrists, one at
a time, he slammed them into the wall above her head. “Tell me what you want,”
he growled.
But she wasn’t going to give in that easily. If he wanted to
play nasty, then so could she, and the chocolate episode was still fresh in her
mind. “I want,” she breathed in sexily and fluttered her eyelashes in great
swoops that Cleopatra would have been proud of, “the largest cup of coffee that
you can find.”
He grinned evilly, and she knew instantly that she’d made a
mistake, but controlling the things that flowed out of her mouth had never been
one of her strong points, and even less so in the heat of the moment. His cock
slid between her legs and gently strokes the edges of her labia. Moving back
and forth he teased her gently and she groaned in arousal. “There goes your
‘before-dinner-orgasm’ darling, and you’ll be lucky if I don’t take you out to
dinner stark naked and wearing even more chains than you are already. Does that
appeal?”
“No,” she mewled, swiftly curtailing anything else that
might have threatened to spill out of her mouth. She had more important things
to worry about. The heavy balls inside her were slipping. If she’d have behaved
herself, she would barely have had to work for her bolt cutters, but now,
without his help… things were getting difficult. Clamping together her tiring
muscles, the lines of strain became evident upon her face.
“So let’s try that again. Tell me what you want.”
Entwined Destiny by Nana Prah
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release date: January 12, 2015
Time is ticking away for Adjoa Twum. She has until the end of the year to find a guy, fall in love, and marry. Or else, her father will disinherit her from the family business.
Adjoa hasn’t had success with the dating game. No man meets her expectations. Esi, her cousin, suggests a fake relationship with Adjoa’s best friend, Kwame Opoku, to pacify her relentless father.
Kwame thinks Adjoa’s request is ridiculous. Posing as her boyfriend might get tricky, but he can’t say no to those beautiful eyes. Once the falsified relationship begins, things heat up. He discovers deep feelings for her, feelings that might lose Adjoa and her friendship.
Should they take the chance and up it to the next level?
Adjoa’s polite knuckle knock hadn’t worked, so her fist had to meet the door. He could sleep through anything. “Kwame, it’s me.”
When the door swung open, her eyes met a tall, sexy man with no shirt. The sprinkling of dark curly hair on his well-muscled chest forced her fingers to grip the handle of her bag so she wouldn’t reach out to stroke him.
A bicep flexed as he reached up to rub his eye. She’d always been a sucker for a man with a well-toned body, and this one met all of her muscle criteria.
Her gaze roamed up to the face scowling down at her. Holy crap. It was Kwame’s body she’d been ogling. She pushed past him so he couldn’t see her blush and headed into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she gulped it down. It didn’t come close to cooling her off. What was going on?
“Why aren’t you dressed? It’s seven.” She glanced down at her watch. “Five after seven to be exact. You should be ready to go.”
“I had a late night.”
Another swig of water at the sound of the sexy rumble of his morning voice didn’t help with the quiver in her stomach. Who was this man and why did he affect her like this? She hadn’t felt this way since she’d had that brief flutter of attraction in college. It had been easy to get over him when he started dating that hussy architect major.
“What were you doing? Computer work?” Please say yes. For years, they’d avoided detailed discussions about the people they dated; it seemed to be a mutual unspoken agreement between them.
“You know me too well.”
Relief flowed out of her in the form of a long exhale, glad he hadn’t been with a woman last night. Not that it should matter. Just because she’d asked him to be her fake man didn’t mean he couldn’t see other women. She didn’t even care. “Not good enough to circumvent you not being awake by now. Get going. Make it quick so both of us aren’t late.”
As he shuffled toward the bathroom, her gaze wandered down to his tight ass. Placing the cold, half-empty water bottle on her warm neck, she snapped her attention away. All of a sudden, her nerdy friend Kwame had morphed into a tempting man.
Nana Prah is a multi-published author of contemporary, multicultural romance. Her books are sweet with a touch of spice. When she’s not writing she’s reading, indulging in chocolate, and enjoying life with friends and family.
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