Book Excerpt for Dominated by the Mailman

Dominated by the Mailman (Sample)

I put on a slinky summer dress and didn't bother with a bra or panties underneath. I could probably get away with wearing this outside as long as no one looked too closely at me and as long as there weren't any strong winds to blow up my skirt! I opted for another pair of shoes as well.

I also left the bikini top on the counter of the kitchen by the entryway, just in case he wanted it again. I decided I really liked being tied, so I wanted that to be an easy option if he wanted it again.

Then at his usual time, Ethan came up my steps and then placed my mail in the box, and then lingered by the door a moment. I didn't want to open it before he'd done something to initiate the exchange. I mean...you know...I didn't want to seem like I'd just been waiting here by the door, did I? How desperate would that make me look?

Then after another moment, he simply turned to go and went back down the steps of my porch. I couldn't believe it! He'd promised to be back! Had he forgotten that promise? Was I that easy for him to forget? I would never forget what we'd done yesterday as long as I lived. I felt hurt and dejected, but moreover, I felt desperate enough to just swallow my pride-I was pretty good at swallowing after all, so to speak-so I opened the door to call him.

I stood there in the doorway, with my hands behind me, my back against the door frame.

"Ethan," I called.

He stopped and turned, then he gave me a wry smile.

"I thought so," he said.

"You jerk," I snapped, though not without a little relief that this was a power play and not him rejecting or forgetting me. "I thought you were really going to leave."

"Why don't you watch your tone with me, young lady? Or I may have to gag and spank you."

My jaw dropped, and I looked next door to see if Rick or anyone else was within earshot, but we appeared to be alone.

"Hey, who are you calling young lady? I'm probably older than you."

"If that's true, you look very good for your age."

I smiled and blushed a little. So he could still be sweet if he wanted to.

"How old are you, anyway?" I asked.

"That's a rather personal question, don't you think?"

I shrugged. "I sucked your cock yesterday," I whispered. "How much personal can we get?"

He smirked. "Fair enough. I'm thirty-eight."

"You're thirty eight?"

He crossed his broad arms sternly.

"Is that a problem?"

"No, of course not," I said. "You just look younger, that's all."

"I get that a lot."

"Do you want to know how old I am?" I asked.

"Nope," he said flatly. "I want you either to stop flapping your gums and invite me in, or I'd like to finish my route before I'm in my forties."

I was taken aback that he seemed so disinterested in me, but then again, there was something about this dark look that he was giving me, and that mounting desire to, well, to mount him.

"Won't you come in please?" I said, giving a curtsy.

He approached like he owned me, and entered the doorway, shut it behind himself, and then took me in his arms and kissed me on the mouth.

All of my cares melted away and my heart raced with his touch.

He pulled away and spied the bikini top on the counter.

"I see you managed to get free. That didn't take you too long I hope."

"No, just fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes," he scoffed. "What took you so long?"

"I was horny and distracted," I admitted.

He spied the dildo by the computer. Shit! I'd forgotten to put that away. He smiled.

"I take it you were able to take care of yourself after all," he said.

I blushed and looked away.

He reached up and pinched my breast hard.

"Ouch," I said.

"I asked you a question."

"Yes," I said.

"How many times?"

"I lost count?"

He shook his head in mock disapproval.

"Cute dress," he said.

"Thank you," I said.

I wore it for you.

"Take it off," he said.

I slipped out of the shoulder straps, and then let the dress drop to the floor. Then I stepped out of it, wearing nothing my stilettos.

"You're naked," he said.

"You don't miss much, inspector," I said in a demure tone.

He gave me an unimpressed look.

"I guess you're going to be a real smart-ass today, huh?"

I put my hands behind my back and adopted a sultry pose.

"Are you going to punish me?" I said.

He smiled darkly.

"Yes," he said, and then reached into his mail bag and pulled out a small black box with a little red bow on top of it.

"What's that?" I said.

"A present," he said, "or your punishment. You can take it whichever way you like."

"You brought me a gift?"

"They're as much for my amusement as they are for yours," he said. "Just a few things I picked up. But they will stay here with you. Something tells me you'll like these."

He opened the box and took out a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs.

"Come here," he said.

I stepped up to him.

He spun me around, and quickly shackled my hands behind my back. Then he pulled out another contraption that looked like a metal spider with leather straps.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a spider gag. Open wide."

I opened my mouth, and he put it in me. Then finally he pulled out another chain with two little alligator teeth on either end.

Oh god! What are those?

"Nipple clamps," he said, as if reading my facial expression.

Then he started playing with and teasing my nipples between his fingers, pinching them occasionally. Then, once they were hard, while looking me right in the eyes, a look of cruel mischief in his eyes, he closed the clamps onto my nipples. Then I got a very sharp pinching sensation in both nipples.

I let out a squeal of pain.

"Shh," said. "Just breathe. You can take it."

I nodded.

"Good girl. Now come with me," he said.

He took me by the chain between my nipples, and gently, but firmly, he began to pull me along with him. And when the teeth biting into me started to pull on my sensitive nipples, I wanted to scream. I followed him, having no choice.

He pulled out my computer chair and sat down in it.

"Lie on your front across my lap," he said. "I'm going to spank you."

I was afraid. He was so strong, and I was afraid of just how hard he was going to hit me. At the same time, I was also getting so wet that I could actually feel my body's natural lubricant dribbling down my leg. Could I trust him, I wondered? Well, I would have to at this point, wouldn't I? A girl would have to be incredibly stupid to come this far, letting a guy into her home, and letting him handcuff her if she didn't trust him. It was a bit late to be backing out, I realized morosely.

I lay on my stomach across his lap. I could feel his massive throbbing erection against me through his pants. God, he was so turned on! And that got me really turned on.

Then he struck me on the ass with his open palm...