Sunday Snippet: Unforeseen Consequences

Can't believe Juneis almost over. This year is flying by so quickly. Or maybe it's just so muchis out of control it seems that way.

Great week of work.I'm finishing up two big projects and hopefully setting up the groundwork formore. I'd love to find some balance between big jobs and smaller ones.

Had a decent weekfor viewing. We had some weather roll through, and I took the precaution of notstarting anything when we might lose power.

I started a newtwo-parter of Silent Witness. Kind of an interesting premise and I'm notcompletely sure where this one is going. I like that.

Caught another episodeof Death in Paradise, and it's one I hadn't seen yet. I do love watchingthe series in chronological order.

Continued my rewatchof Battlestar Galactica with "Final Cut," which is one of myvery favorite episodes. There's a lot going on in this one and it's all amazing.

Finished the secondseason of Only Murders in the Building and, holy hell, I loved how itended! Can't wait for season three!

Also managed tocatch another episode of Classic Rugrats. It brought back some memoriesbecause my kiddos wanted to try flan because of this one.

And that's prettymuch it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Unforeseen Consequences,a novella about a couple whose past comes back to visit.

Here's themini-blurb:

In the School for the Extraordinarily Gifted, StellaStubbs and Dak Satterfield hold the record for the most challenges won. Asinstructors, they no longer join in on the fun, but both enjoy watching theirstudents try to break their top scores—until a dangerous element is introducedand they discover their last wager won had unforeseen consequences.

And a preview snippet…

After playing voyeur while Stella andDak had sex, Wilson Phelps slipped two fingers inside his student's wet and warmsheath. "Ah, my pet. You enjoyed that, didn't you. You're taking myfingers with ease." He brushed his thumb over her clit.

Erin Zephyr squirmed and nodded."Yes, Master Phelps. They're beautiful together."

Her ass cheeks nudged against hishard dick, taking a bit of the sting out of the compliment. Wilson didn't wantto hear about them being beautiful together. Or have Erin fall into a romantictrap with hearts in her eyes. He wanted her to pay attention to Stella'stechnique.

Because one day he'd have the dreamof Stella writhing under him, but until then, Erin would serve as a conduit.

He added pressure to Erin's nub ofnerves. "Did you see how Stella worked his cock?" She's got all theright moves. Brought both tremendous pleasure." More silky essencescovered his fingers.

Erin reached back and cupped hiserection. "When can I try that with you?" Her fingers wrapped aroundhis girth.

Wilson's lips twisted. "Areyou in a rush then? Do my fingers and tongue not bring you pleasure?" Thestudent had a lot to learn before he'd take things further.

Erin slid her palm up and down hislength. "Yes, Master Phelps." She brushed her thumb over the head ofhis cock. "But I want to feel this hard dick deep inside me." Herfingers added pressure and firmness before stroking again.

The crudely expressed desire would eventuallybe tempered when Erin learned how to truly please him. Right now, he wanted tofinish this session and find his own release, which would be soon. If hevisualized Stella holding his hard shaft between her fingers, it wouldn't takelong.

He nuzzled Erin's throat, picturingStella in his mind. "I'm close, my pet. Come for me first." He foundthe exact spot to send her over the edge and fluttered his fingers over it.

Erin gasped and shuddered, her handgripping his cock, milking it in long, fast strokes. In his mind's eye, Stellasmiled and urged him to join her in orgasmic bliss. In reality, Erin finishedhim off, her head lolling to one side, her legs trembling against his thighs.

Wilson swallowed a bit of distastewhen he set Erin aside and reached for his pants. "Go ahead and get ashower if you'd like. I have some work to finish up." He picked up the penStella used to sign the wager book and turned it over in his hands.

Erin tilted her head to one side."Would you like to join me?" She padded across his room to theattached bath.

Wilson shook his head. "Nottonight, my pet." He had some incantations to perform. "But I mighttomorrow. If you arrive at the usual time."

She flashed a quick smile."I'll be here. Good night, sir." Ducking into the bath, she quietlyclosed the door.

Wilson got up and crossed to theback of room and entered his office. He retrieved his robe, blood red in color,and slipped it on. Loosening the latch in the back of his closet, he pushed thedoor open to a secret space dedicated to his master plan.

Placing the pen in a place ofprominence, Wilson settled down to his knees and began to chant.

This story went alittle darker than I expected, but it's coming together in a way I love. Idon't usually do the antagonist's point of view, but Phelps wanted to show hisside of things.

 

That's it for thisweek.

Cheers!

Skye