Scorching excerpt from my writing desk...
It's been a busy week and I am about 10,000 words into my latest book. I won't give too much away at this early stage, but I do plan to make this one a longer story. I've had lots of requests from my readers to pen something longer and now I have a few lengthier irons in the fire...
In this story you can expect my usual consensual BDSM style, but some of the content is darker. I am ramping up the submission of the female lead and she will learn to oblige her master almost anything... Here's a snippet from my writing desk. Please bear in mind that this is an unedited and unfinished piece, but I am very excited about how it is developing! What does everybody else think?
Happy hump day!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
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And then Shaw is in front of me again. His tall, hard body fills my eye-line and my mind so easily that it almost frightens me. My face is just inches from his groin, where I can clearly see his enthusiastic cock straining to be free from its clothing. I can smell his arousal and it makes me want him to wrap my lips around him.
“Open your mouth,” Shaw says deliberately.
Without hesitation I do so. He sweeps his left arm across my body, past my aching arms and his thumb traces a soft line around my lips; drawing an ‘O’, before dipping inside my mouth.
“Suck it,” he says. Two words – a sensual command.
My lips close around his thumb and I taste him, drawing him into my hot, wet mouth. I waste no time and draw it deeper and deeper into me without losing suction. The fingers of his left hand move under my chin and lift it upwards slightly, as though he wants to watch the show as well as feel it. For the first time since he collared me I look up at him directly, feeling myself falling into those amazing eyes. He eyes me with equal intensity and smiles as I continue to suck on his digit.
“Good,” he says after a moment, “and now open again.”
Reluctantly I do so, releasing his thumb and creating the visible hole he desires.
“Stick out your tongue,” he soothes.
I don’t know why but I pause, as though the act of kneeling with my tongue hanging out crosses some degrading line in my head. And yet even as I process the demand, I know I will comply and before he has time to chastise me for my hesitation, I stick out my tongue.
“Very nice,” comes a voice to my left from another man.
“Mmmm,” agrees Nichols; still behind Shaw. “Much more like the dog we know she is…”
© Felicity Brandon, 2013.
In this story you can expect my usual consensual BDSM style, but some of the content is darker. I am ramping up the submission of the female lead and she will learn to oblige her master almost anything... Here's a snippet from my writing desk. Please bear in mind that this is an unedited and unfinished piece, but I am very excited about how it is developing! What does everybody else think?
Happy hump day!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
.........................................
And then Shaw is in front of me again. His tall, hard body fills my eye-line and my mind so easily that it almost frightens me. My face is just inches from his groin, where I can clearly see his enthusiastic cock straining to be free from its clothing. I can smell his arousal and it makes me want him to wrap my lips around him.
“Open your mouth,” Shaw says deliberately.
Without hesitation I do so. He sweeps his left arm across my body, past my aching arms and his thumb traces a soft line around my lips; drawing an ‘O’, before dipping inside my mouth.
“Suck it,” he says. Two words – a sensual command.
My lips close around his thumb and I taste him, drawing him into my hot, wet mouth. I waste no time and draw it deeper and deeper into me without losing suction. The fingers of his left hand move under my chin and lift it upwards slightly, as though he wants to watch the show as well as feel it. For the first time since he collared me I look up at him directly, feeling myself falling into those amazing eyes. He eyes me with equal intensity and smiles as I continue to suck on his digit.
“Good,” he says after a moment, “and now open again.”
Reluctantly I do so, releasing his thumb and creating the visible hole he desires.
“Stick out your tongue,” he soothes.
I don’t know why but I pause, as though the act of kneeling with my tongue hanging out crosses some degrading line in my head. And yet even as I process the demand, I know I will comply and before he has time to chastise me for my hesitation, I stick out my tongue.
“Very nice,” comes a voice to my left from another man.
“Mmmm,” agrees Nichols; still behind Shaw. “Much more like the dog we know she is…”
© Felicity Brandon, 2013.
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