Male Dom - M/F
Bondage/BDSM and Humor Sex Slave Training
Setting:
Present Day
Published
5 / 2010
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SYNOPSIS
Lana Sand, tall, black-haired, slender and beautiful, works as an executive for a construction company specializing in high-rises in the Orlando area. She is also a stone bitch, called "Dragon Lady" at the construction site and "Ball-Buster" by her employees in the office. Ross, her right-hand man, is the only person who understands her. He is also the only one Lana trusts. Lana, it seems, feels genuine guilt about being such a nasty bitch and suffers a strong urge to be punished for her actions. Since Ross is her good friend, she feels he is the only one she can ask to help her fix this compulsion.
After a particularly stressful week, Lana asks Ross to think of a way to help her unwind and forget her frustrations. Ross's remedy is simple and direct: a weekend of brutal bondage sex at his apartment to help her get the kinks out.
EXTRACT
I lowered my voice. “I’m thinking of strapping you down naked.”
She sighed. “And?”
“Playing with you.”
“How?”
“With this.” I held up my left hand and casually touched my lower lip with my
middle finger.
She sighed again, this time deeper. “Go on. . .”
“And these.” I pressed my thumb and index finger together, rubbing them.
She sat back and flung her hair over one shoulder. “What else, Ross?”
“That’s about it. For now.”
“That’s it?”
“I’d rather do it than talk about it.”
“You don’t like talking about it? Getting me all worked up?”
“I can do that, too.”
“Go ahead.”
“Later.”
“When?”
“When I’ve got you naked and all fixed up.”
“Is this how you usually treat bad girls, Ross?”
“Usually.”
“Have these girls . . . have they been as bad as I’ve been?”
I leaned over her desk and brought my face within two feet of hers. Her heavy
lavender scent rubbed my cheeks and lips. “No one’s been as bad as you, Lana.”
She closed her eyes, sat back and sighed. Then she straightened and looked me
square in the eye. Her voice was a whisper. “You make it sound like I’m in for some
punishment, Ross.”
“You have no idea.”
“Sounds challenging.”
“It’ll be more than that.”
“Really?”
“Count on it.”
She closed her eyes again and sat there, thinking about it. Then snapped out of it.
“I’ll probably be home a little after six-thirty. Seven o’clock, then?”
I nodded.
“Don’t be late.”
“If I am . . . ?”
“Just don’t.”
“No, Ms. Sands. I won’t.”
She straightened in her seat and instantly put on her harsh, no-nonsense business
expression. “To repeat,” she said, her voice strong and clear, “you’re an asshole, Ross.
If you don’t want to tell me who to fire, get out of here. I’m finished with you.”
I went to the door. I could feel her steady gaze on me. I opened the door and
turned quickly. She was being subtle, but still watched me.
My dick grew even harder.
We both knew exactly what we’d be doing for the weekend.
