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Michael had long kept his secret desire to bed a black woman
to himself. When he was approached by just such as woman who was a lawyer,
smarter, sexy, and with an announced appreciation of being spanked. He couldn’t
resist her charms. When he set about pushing her limits he set them both up for
a collision of proclivities and desire.
This is a 14,000 word novella
intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story
features graphic sex, interracial sex, group
sex, BDSM, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content. Warning no
happily ever after in this story.
Excerpt:
“Not really,” he said and
stretched out her dark nipple to an almost painful distance. She winced at the
treatment, but then relaxed when he allowed her small, conical breast to bounce
back to its resting position. “I’m wondering what to do next to you.”
“Do to me?” she asked archly.
“When you’re in my bed, you
like me being in charge. I’m wondering what your next trigger is. What do you
need to get that little extra kick that causes more than just a mild sexual
charge?” He moved her hand across her chest and pinched her other nipple,
again, not hard, but just enough to let her know he could do to her as he
pleased.
“What makes you think I’m
going to let you do anything to me?” she asked.
“Because you desire it,” he
said to her. “You have a lot of deep, dark, sexual secrets. If you lived forty
years ago, you’d be so repressed you’d be in therapy and under treatment by a
psychiatrist. Luckily you live in the twenty-first century. You have easier
ways of expressing yourself. What major fear do you want to overcome next?”
“I hate going to the doctor.
I’m afraid of needles.”
“I know how to get you to face
that fear.”
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