That Thing She Does - Excerpt from Chapter 1 - ADULT content by Canice Brown-Porter
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© 2008 Canice Brown-Porter
That Thing She Does
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Long, dark brown hair fell across his shoulders in loose, gentle waves each time he leaned in closer to the blonde. He scooted his chair across the gap towards her. Music played in the main room, and stage lighting flickered, swirling among those who swayed on the small dance floor. Cigarette smoke drifted into the non-smoking alcove where Lauren sat quietly observing those around her. Right now, the man and the blonde held her interest. Particularly the man. Something about him intrigued her. For whatever reason, she wanted to know him.
Lauren stretched out her tanned legs in front of her, raising one over the other. She placed it on the opposite knee, resting it comfortably. Distracted by her own body, she inspected the slender limb and smiled. Smooth, glistening caramel skin lay tingling beneath the tips of her fingernails as she raked them up along the top of her thigh. Probably one of her most defining features, she mused. Settling into a comfortable position, Lauren noticed the man openly staring. The languorous inspection and his obvious appreciation towards the flesh she revealed of her upper thighs amused her. Men are so easy to distract. His gaze lifted to connect with her own, and Lauren flashed him a knowing smile. He held her gaze, his head dipping to acknowledge her.
Small in stature but not the least shy, she thought. Confident. Lauren chuckled under her breath. Just the kind of man I like to break. He would be a challenge several times over. First, that female. Second, his addiction to vanilla sex. And third…mmmm…putting him on his knees at my feet with my collar snugged around his throat.
She ticked them off one-by-one in her head, her gaze still intent on her subject of interest. Lauren allowed the thoughts to pull her concentration inside with the fantasy.
She rarely partied at this type of club. Pure vanilla. If a lifestyler existed in the crowd, she’d have picked up on it by now. Especially another dominant. But, tonight, she wanted to relax. The desire to do something different had made her edgy. Until she spied the man across the room, her night had been…well…boring. But, that had been a good thing. Shutting off that part of her tonight had been important. A goal, of sorts, for the evening.
However, Mr.-Long-Hair-Devine had changed that. Dominating men – or women for that matter – turned her on. And this guy, tied spread-eagle between two posts or trees materialized in her mind’s eye. The idea of him butt naked in the woods, and the rounded cheeks of his ass rosy red with the marks of her crop on that tender flesh. Oh that image is so exciting, Lauren thought.
“Excuse me.”
The voice interrupted her ruminations. Ruminations that were becoming quite arousing. Lauren let her gaze settle on the tanned features that now stood less than a foot from her.
“Yes?”
“I’ve been watching you for the last few minutes and thought…”
“And thought you’d come over and introduce yourself,” she finished for him. “How original.”
“Well, obviously I made a mistake…”
Lauren chuckled lightly, reaching out and placing her hand on his thigh. “Don’t be so hasty. Besides, you’ve been watching me for more than the last few minutes.”
“And you’d know that because why?”
“Because, you just told me so and because I’ve been watching you.” She knew her replies sounded bold, but that’s how she dealt with people. She squeezed his thigh, her fingernails digging into his jeans and the hidden flesh beneath the material. His expression remained neutral, although the hint of an upward curve on his lips revealed amusement at her forthright response. “Have a seat if you like, and tell me something about yourself. Perhaps your name would be a good place to begin.”
“Easy enough.” He settled into the chair next to her and scooted around sitting directly in front of her. “Clayton. Friends call me Clay. And you?” Clay swallowed from his drink before he casually sat it on the table.
“Lauren. And friends call me Lauren.”
She maintained direct eye contact. She always did with anyone when speaking to them. He reciprocated. Energy radiated between them, crackling and spitting. Lauren recognized her inner inertia tipping towards her need to control the situation. The man. The slight tug of the corners of her mouth signaled her growing curiosity. Could she seduce him? Maybe introduce him to her world of domination and submission little by little until he no longer enjoyed plain, vanilla sex? Could she feed his desire for the dark side of sex slow enough that the transition would one day overwhelm him and he could no longer turn back? Lauren pulled herself out of her musings. Her dominant nature was biting at the bit the longer he sat there.
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That Thing She Does
EXCERPT
Long, dark brown hair fell across his shoulders in loose, gentle waves each time he leaned in closer to the blonde. He scooted his chair across the gap towards her. Music played in the main room, and stage lighting flickered, swirling among those who swayed on the small dance floor. Cigarette smoke drifted into the non-smoking alcove where Lauren sat quietly observing those around her. Right now, the man and the blonde held her interest. Particularly the man. Something about him intrigued her. For whatever reason, she wanted to know him.
Lauren stretched out her tanned legs in front of her, raising one over the other. She placed it on the opposite knee, resting it comfortably. Distracted by her own body, she inspected the slender limb and smiled. Smooth, glistening caramel skin lay tingling beneath the tips of her fingernails as she raked them up along the top of her thigh. Probably one of her most defining features, she mused. Settling into a comfortable position, Lauren noticed the man openly staring. The languorous inspection and his obvious appreciation towards the flesh she revealed of her upper thighs amused her. Men are so easy to distract. His gaze lifted to connect with her own, and Lauren flashed him a knowing smile. He held her gaze, his head dipping to acknowledge her.
Small in stature but not the least shy, she thought. Confident. Lauren chuckled under her breath. Just the kind of man I like to break. He would be a challenge several times over. First, that female. Second, his addiction to vanilla sex. And third…mmmm…putting him on his knees at my feet with my collar snugged around his throat.
She ticked them off one-by-one in her head, her gaze still intent on her subject of interest. Lauren allowed the thoughts to pull her concentration inside with the fantasy.
She rarely partied at this type of club. Pure vanilla. If a lifestyler existed in the crowd, she’d have picked up on it by now. Especially another dominant. But, tonight, she wanted to relax. The desire to do something different had made her edgy. Until she spied the man across the room, her night had been…well…boring. But, that had been a good thing. Shutting off that part of her tonight had been important. A goal, of sorts, for the evening.
However, Mr.-Long-Hair-Devine had changed that. Dominating men – or women for that matter – turned her on. And this guy, tied spread-eagle between two posts or trees materialized in her mind’s eye. The idea of him butt naked in the woods, and the rounded cheeks of his ass rosy red with the marks of her crop on that tender flesh. Oh that image is so exciting, Lauren thought.
“Excuse me.”
The voice interrupted her ruminations. Ruminations that were becoming quite arousing. Lauren let her gaze settle on the tanned features that now stood less than a foot from her.
“Yes?”
“I’ve been watching you for the last few minutes and thought…”
“And thought you’d come over and introduce yourself,” she finished for him. “How original.”
“Well, obviously I made a mistake…”
Lauren chuckled lightly, reaching out and placing her hand on his thigh. “Don’t be so hasty. Besides, you’ve been watching me for more than the last few minutes.”
“And you’d know that because why?”
“Because, you just told me so and because I’ve been watching you.” She knew her replies sounded bold, but that’s how she dealt with people. She squeezed his thigh, her fingernails digging into his jeans and the hidden flesh beneath the material. His expression remained neutral, although the hint of an upward curve on his lips revealed amusement at her forthright response. “Have a seat if you like, and tell me something about yourself. Perhaps your name would be a good place to begin.”
“Easy enough.” He settled into the chair next to her and scooted around sitting directly in front of her. “Clayton. Friends call me Clay. And you?” Clay swallowed from his drink before he casually sat it on the table.
“Lauren. And friends call me Lauren.”
She maintained direct eye contact. She always did with anyone when speaking to them. He reciprocated. Energy radiated between them, crackling and spitting. Lauren recognized her inner inertia tipping towards her need to control the situation. The man. The slight tug of the corners of her mouth signaled her growing curiosity. Could she seduce him? Maybe introduce him to her world of domination and submission little by little until he no longer enjoyed plain, vanilla sex? Could she feed his desire for the dark side of sex slow enough that the transition would one day overwhelm him and he could no longer turn back? Lauren pulled herself out of her musings. Her dominant nature was biting at the bit the longer he sat there.
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