Authors: Jennifer Denys
“There’s conflict between the heroes and the girl, say, over choosing how to have sex next, and there’s downright evil, nasty-minded, cruel, rotten-to-the-core conflict if you do this.” She glared at him and raised a hand in dismissal. “I’ll never speak to you again.”
Matt grinned at her grumpiness. “This is going to have a happy ending. We just have a way to go before we get there. Come on. Let’s take these drinks into the lounge.”
She uncrossed her arms and, still scowling, followed him.
He waited until she sat down then continued with the story as if she hadn’t made any protest, much to her annoyance. These were her characters as well and she wanted a say in what happened to them—particularly Felissa. “So they hand her over, much to her anguish. She is crying and screaming. She even manages to kick the evil owner in the nuts.”
“
Good
!”
“I thought you’d like that bit, and no, take that gleam out of your eye. You can’t practice that bit with me,” he added firmly.
“Shame.”
He stared at her, seemingly unsure how to take that comment until she grinned. There were times when he didn’t appreciate she was teasing. “Felissa last sees the guys leaving her—she thinks never to see them again. She is very upset. The reader knows they have fallen in love, but our heroes haven’t exclaimed their love to her.”
“Do you realize the readers are going to hate you at this point and may even fling the book down in disgust? I’ve even been known to stomp on a book in despair at how the story is going.”
“You never.” His eyes went round at her comment.
“Did, too.”
Matt shook his head in amazement. “Moving on to the next scene, her owner decides he’s had enough of her, and so he sells her.”
Lissa groaned and ran her hands through her hair in despair. “This is getting worse and worse and turning into a sleazy story. Or worse!”
“Bear with me,” he requested. She sighed. “So Felissa is sold but doesn’t know to whom. It isn’t obvious at the auction, although she is looking around hoping, naturally, that it is Garin or Rayn, but there is no sign of them.”
“Bastards.” Her profanity came out more violently than she intended, showing her disgust at the characters she had helped create.
He laughed. “You are getting entirely too caught up in this story, my love.”
She glanced at him warily, her attention totally removed from the story.
Did he really call me his love
? After everything they had done so far he must feel something for her
,
she wondered.
Unaware of her sudden change in demeanor, he continued, “Of course, at this auction Felissa appears half-naked so the potential owners can view her delicious body.”
“Ah I see where you are going with this.” She frowned, her mind back on the usual reason for her visits. “And if you think you can invite Sam, Jon, Ben, and the rest of your hoard of male cronies around here to study my naked body tied to the door, you have another think coming.”
“Now that’s an idea.” He grabbed her as she moved to leave his apartment in protest and laughingly pulled her onto his lap. He held her fast until she calmed down. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t going to have you do that. Although I’m sure Sam and the rest would take great delight in seeing you naked!”
She turned and jabbed a finger into his chest and glared. “Not—going—to—happen!” She poked him with each word.
Matt chuckled and rubbed his chest. “I’ve got that. Now, do you want to hear the rest or not?”
Narrowing her eyes, she wondered what more he had in store for their poor heroine, not to mention what he had in store for her this time. On the other hand, if it was as fabulous as last time, or any of her other visits, she may be persuaded. “Go on,” she asked slightly reluctantly, pretending nonchalance.
“Felissa is bound and blindfolded and taken to her new owners.”
He stood, lifting her to her feet. She looked down and couldn’t believe what she saw. Somehow he had tied her wrists together. “Hey! What…” She groaned. If she read this in a story, she would have scoffed. She then felt him putting a blindfold over her. It was actually a sleep mask with elastic at the back, but it worked. She raised her hands to the mask.
“Uh-uh. Don’t touch that. You are Felissa. You are now tied and blindfolded. You need to be stripped naked for your new owners.”
She felt him pull her dress down her body, taking her underwear off with it. In a single moment she was standing totally nude. She gasped. “Okay, I’m impressed. How did you manage that?”
“You forget this is the future and I can press a button and all your clothes fall away.” He laughed in her ear.
“Humph.” That was all she would say as he prodded her to walk forward hesitantly.
* * * *
Actually, it had been fairly easy for Matt to whip her clothes off as it was a halter dress with ties around her neck that he had surreptitiously untied while she sat on his lap, and it had an elastic waist that just about widened to fit over her gorgeous butt. As for her bra, it was strapless, so he just unhooked it as he pulled the dress down and it fell away. Of course, if she hadn’t worn such suitable clothes, he would have had to rethink his plan.
He led her into the bedroom. “The men at this auction need more than her just being naked.”
“Yeah—sooo?” she asked very cautiously.
Moving away from her to get something, he then returned, standing behind her. She shivered in his arms as he plucked at a hardening nipple. He had to push her hands down as they automatically came up to cover herself. “The auction staff put clamps on their slaves.”
“
What–t
! What kind of clamps?” He held her tight as she tried to step forward a pace out of his arms.
After she quieted, he reached into his pocket, taking out one of the clamps he had retrieved and slid it into place, kissing her shoulder gently as he did. Then, while she was gasping at that one, he quickly put the other on.
“Oh my God! Shit. Matt. That feels incredible. Why aren’t they painful like the ones I tried before? And what’s that tickling me between my breasts?”
He chuckled and tugged on it. She gasped louder. “That’s a chain. It looks absolutely amazing. I may never take it off you.” He grinned as she blushed at this comment. “And as for not being painful, they can be adjusted. So I adjusted them to very light pressure.”
“Thank you. I’m touched you remembered.”
“I remember everything you’ve told me, sweetheart,” he declared softly into her ear. “Besides which, I am a writer. I write everything down.”
She laughed.
“Now, having been clamped and bound, the auction completed, she is led into another building to meet her new owners.” He then moved her into the middle of the room. He had bought some special equipment from a sex toys shop and attached a suitable hook to his ceiling. Thankfully he was on the top floor so he had no neighbors above him to wonder what he was doing to their floor. He was going to have fun with this one, particularly as he had already submitted the story to his editor and this was all extracurricular. It was also his last trick to prove how much he loved and desired her. He stopped her and turned her.
The straps must have tickled her as she jumped away, startled. “Ahh, what’s that?”
He chuckled. “You’ll see.” He turned her to face him and lifted her wrists so he could attach them to the top of the contraption, then pulled the straps of the harness forward so that one strap was under her hips and the other her upper back. All the while she was gasping as he did this. He then took hold of a dangling strap and lifting her left leg he buckled it around her thigh so that her leg was raised.
“Matt. What are you doing?” she squeaked. “I’m going to fall over!”
Holding her steady he reassured her rubbing her hip, “No you’re not—you are held safely by this harness.”
“A harness, eh!”
Grinning at her growing excitement, he continued, “Okay I’m going to lift the other leg now, so lean back against the straps, let them hold your weight.”
“
Matt
!”
“Shh, it’s all right.” She did as he requested and soon she was totally harnessed, swinging back and forth slightly. He then buckled the leg straps even tighter so her thighs were pulled back against her body.
“Oh, my God, Matt. Whatever this is, it is incredibly erotic!” She wiggled to get the feel of it.
He chuckled again. “That’s the idea. Now—back to our story.”
She groaned, clearly having forgotten that this was all for the book.
Undressing, he continued, “Felissa has been sold at an auction, but she doesn’t know who her new owners are.”
“Hang on a moment. You keep saying new owners. Plural. Does that mean more than one… Oh God. I get it. Duh!”
Matt laughed. “No, you don’t get it, or at least pretend you haven’t. You—Felissa—have been stripped naked, bound, clamped, and harnessed awaiting your
unknown
fate.” He stopped as she giggled at his hammy voice-over, and he swatted her butt in admonishment. “But wait, here come your new owners. You wait with bated breath, listening with all your being to every sound.” He moved to her side so he could whisper in her ear. “Do they sound heavy-footed? Do they sound heavy-breathing? Do they carry chains? The footsteps stop by her swinging body, and she gasps as one touches a breast, tugging on the chain.”
She did gasp loudly as he ran a thumb over her pebbled nipple and lightly pulled the chain.
He grinned at her reaction as a quiver went through her. “And another gasp as she feels a second person touch her sacred place.”
Her reaction this time was laughter.
Matt stood back startled. This was not what he expected.
“Her—sacred—place! Matt, really! I thought I’d cured you of idiotic phrases like that.” Her sarcastic comment was followed by moan as Matt got his own back and entered her pussy with one finger, sliding in and out of her wetness easily, a thumb pushing through her curls to caress her clit. “Oh, God.”
“No more sarcastic comments then?” he asked softly as he pressed two fingers into her moving in and out slowly.
Lissa whimpered, “No. I promise. Christ, that’s good.” Her breathing was getting erratic.
When he removed his fingers from her pussy she cried out, but then he reached down and eased one wet finger into her anus.
She bucked forward. “Oh shit. Matt!”
“Shh. Felissa is beside herself with arousal from Garin’s fingers caressing her pussy and clit when Rayn comes on the other side and eases himself into her butt very slowly.” He felt her tense and quietly reassured her, “Don’t worry. I’m only putting a finger in, but imagine Rayn is inside you.” He proceeded to move his finger back and forth gently pushing deeper and deeper until he felt her relax. He then withdrew his finger and swiftly inserted a small butt plug. “This is Rayn.”
Groaning as he did this, she started panting deeply. “Hell. So that’s what a butt plug feels like. I guess that’s what you’ve just put inside me.”
“Is it okay?” He had been concerned about inserting one into her as he had never used one before, on her or anyone else for that matter. The original reason he had been doing all these things like the whipping and all was because she had been quite categorical about how much she liked reading about them. But actually he found he had loved every minute. He’d become a convert to erotic romances and they gave him tons of ideas for what he could do to her.
“Oh yes.” He smiled widely at her enthusiastic response.
Quickly wiping his fingers, he moved between her hips taking hold of them. Widening his stance to steady himself, he lifted her slightly within the harness and pushed his cock, which was pretty hard by now, slowly into her dripping pussy. “And this is me, well, Garin.” He paused a moment to savor the feel of her clenching passage around his cock and then eased out, almost to the tip, and plunged back in, moaning at how tight her pussy felt with the plug in her ass. He groaned in ecstasy. It was sheer heaven. His legs trembled, and he locked his knees to hold himself firm.