Riley Murphy's Blog, page 24
January 29, 2014
January 24, 2014
Requested Surrender Excerpt
Lacy spun around and put a hand to her chest. Scanning the room, she found him. “David.”
He didn’t move, and it was no wonder she hadn’t immediately spied him. He was standing in front of a fireplace that lit the shadows with a golden shine off in the farthest corner in the room. Even as she stood there, the collection of overhead chandeliers dimmed, and with each deepening degree of darkness, he became more visible.
The first thing she noticed was the way he was dressed. She’d never seen him without a suit on and yet there he was. Dressed in a pair of snugly tailored black slacks and a white shirt he’d made more casual by turning up the sleeves. Strange that he looked bigger somehow dressed as he was and yet she would have guessed the effect being the other way around if asked. She took a step toward him and then stopped when her eyes fully adjusted to the dusky light.
Immediately she was treated to not only him, but the things around him. Two items in particular made her nervous. The stool that was position right in front of him and the wooden paddle lying across the top of it. When her gaze met his she knew without a doubt he meant business. He pulled out the keys to the belt, holding them up and letting them swing pendulum style as the metal flashed occasionally when kissed by the rays of the licking flames behind.
“It’s time for you to make that choice.”
No doubt he was going to unlock the belt if she agreed to a spanking. She sized up the paddle and decided she could handle it. She’d probably enjoy it, too, but she didn’t want him to know that. Trying to keep her expression unreadable she made her way over to him. “I’m ready.”
“Good.” He placed the keys on the paddle and then pointed to the stairs. “Here’s your choice. You may go upstairs and walk to the end of the hall where you’ll find the double doors to my room open. To the left of the master bed, there’s a door and through that there’s the room you’ll be sleeping in. Or you can choose this.” He placed his palm over the keys and added, “The paddle, the stool and the way out of the belt.”
Not what she’d been expecting. She should have known he’d mix things up a little. The fire snapped and crackled as the light it cast haloed around him. She wanted to believe it was the shadows and flares of light that made him look different, but it wasn’t. He didn’t appear to be different. He was different. His demeanor and the way he stood. Even the husky tone of his voice caused tiny tingles to skitter down her spine.
She put aside her apprehension, her questions and complaints, and indicated to the items on the stool. “All right. I’ll go with these.”
He looked down and then back up at her. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” But she wasn’t sure at all. Her heart raced and so did her pulse. Maybe she was an adrenaline junky because this was the first time she could ever remember being in the same room with a guy breathlessly anticipating what was going to come next. Sure she’d felt this way while they had their sexting sessions, but she’d thought that was due to distance and her using her own imagination to fill the void of not having him present.
He collected the keys and stared right at her. “Lift up your skirt.”
She was going to nod, but then she quickly had another look around just in case the butler had returned.
“Now.”
Okay, she got it. He was in Dom mode. Nodding, she put her purse down on the ground and without looking at him, she walked around the stool and did as he instructed. She heard one click, then two.
“Open your legs please.”
Suddenly the darkness was her friend…
January 21, 2014
January 18, 2014
January 17, 2014
Say what?
Here I am reflecting on the importance of words. Now, as an author I take words very seriously. How seriously you may ask? Well, the word ubiquitous started the great family debate of ’94 and it’s still raging. I’m right of course, and Honey? Yeah, that makes him dead wrong.
Anyways, I got to thinking about words yesterday morning while I was lying in bed. Honey and I had been woken up early by a gaggle of geese flying over our house which started a riveting conversation about wildlife.
I turned to Honey. “They sounded so close. It’s a wonder they didn’t hit the roof.”
Honey yawned, “No, they weren’t anywhere near it.”
There’s me thinking…and how would the guy know that? It wasn’t as if he got up to look or measure or something. “Really. You know this because…?”
“When they fly they don’t break their formation. Seeing as how we have large trees on our property they’d have to fly over them. That would make them flying too high to be anywhere near our roof line.”
Dammit all to hell. *shakes mental fist* Effing Discovery channel! “Oh yeah? Maybe they were rogue geese who liked playing chicken as they flew through our palm trees.”
Honey didn’t deign to answer that absurd suggestion. Instead he rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash up, brush his teeth, and do whatever else guys do in there in the morning. While I, on the hand, stayed in bed a little miffed that he just up and left me. There I was lying on my back and staring at the ceiling as I started calling out stuff to get him to return.
“I see the lead guy’s name as Gaylord The Goose Guider.”
No response.
“He’s swept Stuart and Lenny away from their beloved formation just to wake up the humans.”
Nothing.
“They have sharpened their little beaks and greased their webbed feet.”
Still nothing. And there’s me thinking, doesn’t Honey want to know why they greased?
“And they have dental floss.”
Come on. Who wouldn’t be wondering what a goose with greasy feet and a sharpened beak wanted with dental floss, right? Not Honey. Hmmm…
By this point I was ready to ditch the goose chatter and find some way for him to pay attention to me, damn it. Let me just say, I didn’t even need flame to get the old wood burning. *But I did pause for a moment after it was lit whilst I twirled my handlebar mustache with the totally fab idea* Heheheh.
This is when I said in my best sultry voice, “I don’t want to get up yet. It’s nice and warm and toasty in bed.”
Nothing. Why wasn’t Honey listening to me? Could it be I wasn’t using the right words? *insert me thinking here: Let. Me. See*
“Yes, it’s so warm and toasty in here I think I’ll stay in bed for an hour and think about sex.”
Well, well, well. Guess who came out of the bathroom with towel in hand and face half dried off. “What did you say?”
“I said Gaylord has dental floss.”
And there’s Honey without a blink. “Too bad he wasn’t packing Q-Tips. My ears must be filled with wax because I could have sworn you said something about sex.”
Of course he did. *shakes head* men!
“No.” He turned to go back into the bathroom, but I couldn’t let him do that. “Oh, wait. Did you mean when I said I wanted to stay in bed and think about sex all morning?”
He swung back around and grinned. “Why just think about it? I can’t promise you all morning, but I’ll do my best.”
LMAO! Now do you see how important words are? Gee, I tried to dazzle him with a tale of mafia geese who were up to no good, when I should have just yelled out at random provocative words that actually sink into his gargantuan-male-ego-saturated-melon head. *looks away and then looks right at you* Meh, I’m not going to complain. In the end I got what I wanted so it was all good. 
Riley
January 16, 2014
David and Lacy
The First Mistake
David?
He was in the middle of an important meeting but when he saw that it was Lacy he excused himself and stepped out into the hall to answer her. He texted back.
I’m here. What do you need?
I can’t do it.
He leaned against the wall and brought one leg up, bending it so the sole of his foot was flat against the wainscoting.
How hard did you try?
It’s the pressure. That thing makes noise. It’s distracting.
You’re not supposed to be paying attention to the egg timer. You’re supposed to get yourself off before the allotted ten minutes is up. What’s so hard about that?
It sounds like mice with scratchy little feet skittering across the floor. Not very sexy.
Watch some porn.
What? That’s your answer to me having the female equivalent of an ED moment here?!
Sure.
I’m not speaking to you.
He smiled. Yes you are.
No.
When he saw she’d included a silly looking smiley face only its eyes were lopsided and the mouth resembled a horizontal S, he sighed.
What are you doing right now?
Fighting with you.
Funny…but we’re not fighting. You’re whining and I’m listening to you.
If we weren’t fighting before we definitely are now.
That made him laugh.
Relax there, tiger. Let’s see if we can fix this.
How?
What are you wearing?
The leather choker.
Collar.
Yeah, that.
That’s it? He closed his eyes and lightly banged his head against the wall a couple of times. Was she trying to kill him? His phone vibrated and he read the text.
No. I have my red and black patent leather Carlo Santana stiletto shoes on too.
No trying about it. He loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. With a deep breath he thought about how to attack this latest Lacy dilemma. Ever since the night at the restaurant last week, he knew she had no problem concentrating on him. What he hadn’t envisioned was her having problems concentrating when she was by herself. Maybe he’d introduced the timer too soon.
What were you thinking about?
Laundry.
Was she fucking with him? What do you mean laundry?
I was in the middle of doing a bleach load when you texted me those instructions.
So?
It’s hard to switch gears and with the mice pitter-patter it’s darn near impossible.
Lacy.
Yeah?
He could almost hear the grumble in that word. Damn, he couldn’t backtrack now. He checked down the lengthy hall. Alastair’s receptionist was busy fielding calls. So one potential interruption was taken care of. Next he opened his attorney’s door and leaned in. “I’m going to be another couple of minutes, do you mind?”
Alistair shook his head and then steepled his fingers before he rested his chin on them. David knew what that meant. The cheap bastard would remain on the clock and that being the case, David knew he could take all day as Alistair never came between himself and earning a buck.
David? Hello?
He closed the office door and then texted back. Hang tight I’m going to call you in a minute.
He looked right and then left, deciding to go to the window at far end of the hall so he could formulate his plan. It was clear Lacy need his help this first time. The downside to that was he didn’t want her to get used to it, so he’d have to walk a thin line. Get her to a certain point and once she got there she’d have to do the rest on her own. He hoped. When he had a direction he was willing to take with her loosely mapped out, he called her.
“Hi.”
“I wasn’t whining.”
He didn’t want to argue so he ignored that comment and asked, “Where are you?”
“In my room.”
“On your bed or…?”
“I’m standing in front of my dressing mirror admiring my ass. It looks pretty perky. Do you want me to describe it to you?”
Brat. He shook his head. “No, this isn’t an interlude designed to get me off. This is about you. Stop being cute and—”
“You think I’m cute?”
“Lacy.”
“All right already. What?”
“Go to your bed and put your cell down on the nightstand. Make sure you put it on speaker.”
“K.”
He heard rustling and her swear when it sounded as if she tripped over something before she screamed.
“Done.”
“Haven’t you ever used the speaker option before? You don’t have to shout.”
“Now what?”
“Better. Lie down and close your eyes.”
“What about the egg timer?”
“Forget about that for the moment. I have a timer on my phone.”
“K.”
“Eyes closed?”
“Yes.”
“Take a couple of deep breaths.”
“This isn’t working.”
David had to swallow his frustration. She wasn’t even trying. “Why do you think that is?”
“I’m worried my heels are going to poke through my duvet and ruin it.”
“Take the fucking heels off then.”
“Are you getting mad?”
“No.”
“Frustrated? I wasn’t the one who started this, you know?”
He heard plunk, plunk and then she sighed. “Shoes are off.”
David was already piecing together what he was going to do with her—to her—when he got back from his trip and they had their next “date”. The woman needed boundaries set in cement because once again, here he was counting to ten, before he lowered his tone of voice and ordered, “Turn over onto your stomach.”
“Okay.”
That whispered agreement was soft and he was glad she complied without bitching about it. Maybe she was ready to pay attention. “Now, put your hands behind your back. I want them clasped together and resting right on the dimples at the base of your spine.”
He waited a full minute. Giving her time to relax before he said, “Spread your legs.”
He was going on trust and instinct here. Her silence was telling but so was her breathing. It was heavier and more frequent. A realization of which got him harder than the granite windowsill he rested against. After another minute he spoke in an even deeper tone of voice, “Keep your cheek to the mattress and come up on your knees. Back arched and ass in the air. Hold that position for me.”
He gave her a few moments and then he whispered, “If I were there I’d stand right at the end of your bed until you couldn’t take being on display any longer. Until you begged me to press my face between your legs and lick you hard until you came. Maybe I’d slip my tongue inside your pussy for a taste. You’d be hot enough and drenched, quivering for my attention.”
She moaned and the sound came through the phone like an electric current. Traveling from his ear to his cock.
“Would you beg me?”
“Yes.”
“Be a good girl and do it now.”
“David.”
“Is that ass up? Are your hands clasped? Spread your knees wider. Imagine I’m there watching you. Judging how well you’re holding your position.”
“Mmm…”
“I can’t hear you.”
“David…please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Say it louder.”
“David…”
“Say it.”
“Oh, God. Please…please fuck me.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a ragged whisper.
“Are you aching?”
“Mm…yes.”
“Are you undulating those hips, wishing I was underneath them? Craving my touch on your pussy. Wanting to come?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good. Now roll over and what I want you to do is set the egg timer to ten minutes and get yourself off. I want to hear you making noise. Don’t hold back.”
The next thing he heard was buzzing. He was so shocked he brought his hand down and looked at his phone before he put his cell back to his ear to confirm it. Son of a bitch. She was using a vibrator. She wasn’t supposed do that. He’d specifically instructed her in his original instructions she was to use her own hands. There was a reason for this. A method to his madness. It was a process. One step closer to—
“Oh my God…Yes. Yes…”
Oh hell no! “Lacy.”
“Y-e-e-e-e-s!”
That cry went right though him despite his aggravation at her bending the rules. That voice inside his head deadpanned. Call it like it is, buddy, she broke them.
“Who said you could use a vibrator?”
“W-what? How did I do?”
“Are you going to answer my question?”
“Are you going to answer mine?”
“Lacy.”
“You should have said something if I wasn’t allowed. David? Are you mad at me?”
Mad? No, what he was at the moment was hornier than shit and harder than titanium. Especially when she spoke to him in that tone of voice. All sultry with a dash of pouty thrown in. A vision of her lying on the duvet she didn’t want to ruin, naked and stretched out had him stoked. An image of her all soft and satiated burned a fucking hole through his resolve to the point he had to fight to remain calm.
“I’m not going to answer that, Lacy. What I’m going to do is go back into my meeting, and hope by the time I’m done you will have a better explanation to give me as to why you chose to break my rules.”
“David.”
“It better be good.” That’s all he said before he clicked off. He didn’t want to give her more room to make a mess. Whether by accident or on purpose she was good at making messes. Shaking his head, he pushed off the sill and then couldn’t help smiling when he thought about her lame complaint with the egg timer. It didn’t sound anything like mice skittering. “Scratchy little feet.”
He was nearly back to Alistair’s office door when his phone buzzed. He stopped and checked the text. He read it once and blinked rapidly for a twenty count before he read it a second time.
I went back and checked your instructions and you said to use my hands. I did. It took two of them to hold my Wabbit.
He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes as he punched out.
Don’t you mean Rabbit?
No. The Wet Wabbit is shower friendly.
And she was fucking with him again. “I’ll be waiting for that explanation.”
Before she had the chance to send a frowning face, or shovel some more bullshit his way, he turned off his phone. Even as he decided the next “date night” he and Ms. Pembrook went on would be one she’d never forget. First he needed to send her the bracelets. Otherwise he could kiss the shocking experience he intended to treat her to, goodbye.
Damn, he was actually feeling better about things until he opened the door and saw his attorney. “Have you been sitting there staring at the clock all this time?”
Only Alistair’s eyes moved as drawled, “Expensive chat. Hope you got your money’s worth.”
David closed the door and grinned. “Not this time, but it’s money in the bank, my friend, and I aim to withdraw it. Soon.”
“You’ll need to after you pay my bill. Now about these contracts…”
David barely heard what Alistair was saying. All he could think about was Lacy and the next “date night” to come.
David and Lacy #5
The First Mistake
David?
He was in the middle of an important meeting but when he saw that it was Lacy he excused himself and stepped out into the hall to answer her. He texted back.
I’m here. What do you need?
I can’t do it.
He leaned against the wall and brought one leg up, bending it so the sole of his foot was flat against the wainscoting.
How hard did you try?
It’s the pressure. That thing makes noise. It’s distracting.
You’re not supposed to be paying attention to the egg timer. You’re supposed to get yourself off before the allotted ten minutes is up. What’s so hard about that?
It sounds like mice with scratchy little feet skittering across the floor. Not very sexy.
Watch some porn.
What? That’s your answer to me having the female equivalent of an ED moment here?!
Sure.
I’m not speaking to you.
He smiled. Yes you are.
No.
When he saw she’d included a silly looking smiley face only its eyes were lopsided and the mouth resembled a horizontal S, he sighed.
What are you doing right now?
Fighting with you.
Funny…but we’re not fighting. You’re whining and I’m listening to you.
If we weren’t fighting before we definitely are now.
That made him laugh.
Relax there, tiger. Let’s see if we can fix this.
How?
What are you wearing?
The leather choker.
Collar.
Yeah, that.
That’s it? He closed his eyes and lightly banged his head against the wall a couple of times. Was she trying to kill him? His phone vibrated and he read the text.
No. I have my red and black patent leather Carlo Santana stiletto shoes on too.
No trying about it. He loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. With a deep breath he thought about how to attack this latest Lacy dilemma. Ever since the night at the restaurant last week, he knew she had no problem concentrating on him. What he hadn’t envisioned was her having problems concentrating when she was by herself. Maybe he’d introduced the timer too soon.
What were you thinking about?
Laundry.
Was she fucking with him? What do you mean laundry?
I was in the middle of doing a bleach load when you texted me those instructions.
So?
It’s hard to switch gears and with the mice pitter-patter it’s darn near impossible.
Lacy.
Yeah?
He could almost hear the grumble in that word. Damn, he couldn’t backtrack now. He checked down the lengthy hall. Alastair’s receptionist was busy fielding calls. So one potential interruption was taken care of. Next he opened his attorney’s door and leaned in. “I’m going to be another couple of minutes, do you mind?”
Alistair shook his head and then steepled his fingers before he rested his chin on them. David knew what that meant. The cheap bastard would remain on the clock and that being the case, David knew he could take all day as Alistair never came between himself and earning a buck.
David? Hello?
He closed the office door and then texted back. Hang tight I’m going to call you in a minute.
He looked right and then left, deciding to go to the window at far end of the hall so he could formulate his plan. It was clear Lacy need his help this first time. The downside to that was he didn’t want her to get used to it, so he’d have to walk a thin line. Get her to a certain point and once she got there she’d have to do the rest on her own. He hoped. When he had a direction he was willing to take with her loosely mapped out, he called her.
“Hi.”
“I wasn’t whining.”
He didn’t want to argue so he ignored that comment and asked, “Where are you?”
“In my room.”
“On your bed or…?”
“I’m standing in front of my dressing mirror admiring my ass. It looks pretty perky. Do you want me to describe it to you?”
Brat. He shook his head. “No, this isn’t an interlude designed to get me off. This is about you. Stop being cute and—”
“You think I’m cute?”
“Lacy.”
“All right already. What?”
“Go to your bed and put your cell down on the nightstand. Make sure you put it on speaker.”
“K.”
He heard rustling and her swear when it sounded as if she tripped over something before she screamed.
“Done.”
“Haven’t you ever used the speaker option before? You don’t have to shout.”
“Now what?”
“Better. Lie down and close your eyes.”
“What about the egg timer?”
“Forget about that for the moment. I have a timer on my phone.”
“K.”
“Eyes closed?”
“Yes.”
“Take a couple of deep breaths.”
“This isn’t working.”
David had to swallow his frustration. She wasn’t even trying. “Why do you think that is?”
“I’m worried my heels are going to poke through my duvet and ruin it.”
“Take the fucking heels off then.”
“Are you getting mad?”
“No.”
“Frustrated? I wasn’t the one who started this, you know?”
He heard plunk, plunk and then she sighed. “Shoes are off.”
David was already piecing together what he was going to do with her—to her—when he got back from his trip and they had their next “date”. The woman needed boundaries set in cement because once again, here he was counting to ten, before he lowered his tone of voice and ordered, “Turn over onto your stomach.”
“Okay.”
That whispered agreement was soft and he was glad she complied without bitching about it. Maybe she was ready to pay attention. “Now, put your hands behind your back. I want them clasped together and resting right on the dimples at the base of your spine.”
He waited a full minute. Giving her time to relax before he said, “Spread your legs.”
He was going on trust and instinct here. Her silence was telling but so was her breathing. It was heavier and more frequent. A realization of which got him harder than the granite windowsill he rested against. After another minute he spoke in an even deeper tone of voice, “Keep your cheek to the mattress and come up on your knees. Back arched and ass in the air. Hold that position for me.”
He gave her a few moments and then he whispered, “If I were there I’d stand right at the end of your bed until you couldn’t take being on display any longer. Until you begged me to press my face between your legs and lick you hard until you came. Maybe I’d slip my tongue inside your pussy for a taste. You’d be hot enough and drenched, quivering for my attention.”
She moaned and the sound came through the phone like an electric current. Traveling from his ear to his cock.
“Would you beg me?”
“Yes.”
“Be a good girl and do it now.”
“David.”
“Is that ass up? Are your hands clasped? Spread your knees wider. Imagine I’m there watching you. Judging how well you’re holding your position.”
“Mmm…”
“I can’t hear you.”
“David…please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Say it louder.”
“David…”
“Say it.”
“Oh, God. Please…please fuck me.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a ragged whisper.
“Are you aching?”
“Mm…yes.”
“Are you undulating those hips, wishing I was underneath them? Craving my touch on your pussy. Wanting to come?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good. Now roll over and what I want you to do is set the egg timer to ten minutes and get yourself off. I want to hear you making noise. Don’t hold back.”
The next thing he heard was buzzing. He was so shocked he brought his hand down and looked at his phone before he put his cell back to his ear to confirm it. Son of a bitch. She was using a vibrator. She wasn’t supposed do that. He’d specifically instructed her in his original instructions she was to use her own hands. There was a reason for this. A method to his madness. It was a process. One step closer to—
“Oh my God…Yes. Yes…”
Oh hell no! “Lacy.”
“Y-e-e-e-e-s!”
That cry went right though him despite his aggravation at her bending the rules. That voice inside his head deadpanned. Call it like it is, buddy, she broke them.
“Who said you could use a vibrator?”
“W-what? How did I do?”
“Are you going to answer my question?”
“Are you going to answer mine?”
“Lacy.”
“You should have said something if I wasn’t allowed. David? Are you mad at me?”
Mad? No, what he was at the moment was hornier than shit and harder than titanium. Especially when she spoke to him in that tone of voice. All sultry with a dash of pouty thrown in. A vision of her lying on the duvet she didn’t want to ruin, naked and stretched out had him stoked. An image of her all soft and satiated burned a fucking hole through his resolve to the point he had to fight to remain calm.
“I’m not going to answer that, Lacy. What I’m going to do is go back into my meeting, and hope by the time I’m done you will have a better explanation to give me as to why you chose to break my rules.”
“David.”
“It better be good.” That’s all he said before he clicked off. He didn’t want to give her more room to make a mess. Whether by accident or on purpose she was good at making messes. Shaking his head, he pushed off the sill and then couldn’t help smiling when he thought about her lame complaint with the egg timer. It didn’t sound anything like mice skittering. “Scratchy little feet.”
He was nearly back to Alistair’s office door when his phone buzzed. He stopped and checked the text. He read it once and blinked rapidly for a twenty count before he read it a second time.
I went back and checked your instructions and you said to use my hands. I did. It took two of them to hold my Wabbit.
He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes as he punched out.
Don’t you mean Rabbit?
No. The Wet Wabbit is shower friendly.
And she was fucking with him again. “I’ll be waiting for that explanation.”
Before she had the chance to send a frowning face, or shovel some more bullshit his way, he turned off his phone. Even as he decided the next “date night” he and Ms. Pembrook went on would be one she’d never forget. First he needed to send her the bracelets. Otherwise he could kiss the shocking experience he intended to treat her to, goodbye.
Damn, he was actually feeling better about things until he opened the door and saw his attorney. “Have you been sitting there staring at the clock all this time?”
Only Alistair’s eyes moved as drawled, “Expensive chat. Hope you got your money’s worth.”
David closed the door and grinned. “Not this time, but it’s money in the bank, my friend, and I aim to withdraw it. Soon.”
“You’ll need to after you pay my bill. Now about these contracts…”
David barely heard what Alistair was saying. All he could think about was Lacy and the next “date night” to come.
January 14, 2014
Erm…does anyone see what I see?
Only I could have an ice machine malfunction and start making giant cube sculptures that look like this. >.<
It looks kind of familiar to me, but I can’t quite put my finger on it… ;D
Actually, Imma going to tell Honey that the Doo-Doo devil guy haunting my oven has checked out, and he’s now living in the ice maker.
I don’t mind telling you that the above is far more interesting than the guy below.
Don’t you think?
Riley
