Tilly's Teaser 12

Taken from More Honey Keys - Book

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You're teaching me to play pool. I've fancied you for ages and have been trying to find a way of getting closer to you. This was the only thing I could think of. You're the only person I know with a pool-room. I know I make you uneasy – you're not sure of my intentions, not convinced someone as delicious as me could fancy you. 

I'm overdressed for pool, and underdressed for anything else. All I'm wearing is a strappy black dress and stilettos. I am totally naked underneath, I have come here for one thing only - you. You watch me as I chalk up my cue, there is something about the way that you are looking at me that makes me want to be flirty. I hold the cue in my palm and move my hand up and down to let you know what I want, but the signal is lost on you, it's too subtle for your lack of self-confidence. I know I will have to be more direct.

You invite me to break. I saunter over to the end of the table, swinging hips and swashing my long strawberry blonde hair. You watch me with intrigue, wondering what I am really here for. My signals are telling you that I have not come here to play pool.

I stop at the edge of the table next to you. I’m so close that I can feel the heat from your body, as I stand beside you. I want to reach out and grab you, but I know that I can not. I need you to come to me; I’m desperate to show you what you are missing. 

I bite my bottom lip and lean across the table, cue in hand and aim for the white ball. You step aside, giving me room to take the shot. As I bend over, my dress hangs low revealing my ripe breasts. I sense your gaze on my body and I like it. You think I don’t know that you are peeping and you quickly look away when I turn to face you. I cannot help but smile, I am enjoying the power I have over you. I feel wicked and mischievous knowing that I am making you feel uncomfortable, it’s turning me on. The wooden edge of the table presses against my clit as I butt up to it; I like the feeling, it’s nice. I wiggle my arse under the guise of aiming my shot, pleasuring myself against the table and teasing you at the same time. I'm having fun.

“I’m not sure if I’m doing this right,” I say innocently, my big blue eyes finding your brown ones. “Could you show me how to hit the white ball?”

“It’s the cue ball,” you answer with a hint of frustration and amusement.

“Oh,” I offer, trying to sound innocent and playful. I hold the vowel longer, seductively pursing my mouth into an oval, knowing you are now looking at my full, red lips.

You rest you cue against the table and step towards me. Standing behind me you lean over me and reposition my arms. I can feel your whole body stretched against mine. The scent of you fills my nostrils and I breathe in deeply taking you into my lungs. You’re delicious.

“There, try that,” you state, pulling away and stepping back. I’m slightly annoyed, I thought that something was about to happen, but it did not.

My anger fuels my shot and I strike the balls and they go everywhere. You look surprised at my aggression and the results, “Wow, that was a good clean break,” you exclaim, “So you’re reds then.”

I’m shocked that I even got a ball down. I was not thinking of the shot when I took it, my mind was on you.

I play my next shot. Throughout the entire game I'm aware that you're trying to keep the pool table between us. It only makes me want you more. I think you're teasing me, yet I know you're also a little afraid of me. You're getting the signals from my body language; the teasing flashes of nakedness, the pouting and the smiles, but I can tell that you are suspicious of my motives. As the game progresses I get hotter and hotter, I want to leap across the table and pull you onto it, but I am terrified that will frighten you away. 

I want to make you the predator, not me. 

I notice that you use your cue differently to me when taking a long shot. Suddenly I feel I have another chance to get your undivided attention, “Could you show me how to do that?” I request seductively.

“What?” You look up confused. You have no idea what I am talking about. 

“Hold your cue like that,” I offer. “You do it so much better than me.” I bat my eye lids at you. You look at me as though I have gone mad!

You stand and stretch, before you place your cue against the table. I can see your muscles move under your tight black T-shirt and I swallow – hard. You just don’t realise how gorgeous you are.

You move around the table and come to stand behind me. I stand up, stretch my spine and step back into you. Our bodies meet again, I can feel your heart beating and your chest rising and falling with every breath you take. My body responds to our touch and a jolt of sexual excitement blasts down my spine. I can tell you feel it too, you gasp sharply, and your breathing quickens. I can feel your hot moist breath on my naked shoulder and an image of your full generous mouth flashes in my mind. I’m desperate to kiss you and dying to know what you taste like. I ready myself; I need to act now knowing that if I don’t take this chance, I may never get another one.

I wriggle my bum tantalizingly against your crotch. It's impossible for to you misread me; my signals are so clear, so direct. I feel you rock hard and eager against my soft, tight buttocks. I like it that I’m turning you on and so I push my arse harder against you. I’m delighted when you show me that you understand what I want by placing your hands tentatively on my breasts. I’m surprised and frustrated that you do nothing with my boobs, my nipples ache for attention and swell into your palms at the thought of it. I arch my back and thrust my tits deeper into your grip, but you do not move your fingers.

There is only my small black dress between my nakedness and your touch. I want to show you how naked I really am under this dress. I put my cue down and reach for the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head. You take your hands away, so that I can undress. I drop the garment to the floor. Now you can see what is waiting for you. I lean back against you, and our body springs to life, your hands are now busy feeling every part of the front of my body. You're frantically playing with my nipples, tweaking and squeezing them. Jolts of pleasure rebound through my body as I moan and press myself closer to you. I reach behind my arse and rub your crotch; I can feel your cock, rigid and eager, straining against the denim of your jeans. I dying to get it out, see it, touch it and ride it.

You lean into me; I can feel your breath, hot and moist against the back of my neck. It sends shivers down my spine. Then your hot, wet mouth is on me. You kiss and lick my skin at the back of my neck, it is bliss, I love the caress of your lips, I can feel your hunger on my flesh as you taste me. Then you bite. Hard.

I am so shocked I speechless, but my body tells you all you need to know. My nipples buzz and my clit twinges instantly. A bolt of exquisite sexual energy surges through the rest of my body. My buttocks are hot with desire and my clit throbs with yearning. I lift my arms up to your neck and hold my own hands behind it, giving you complete access to me. Leaning my head back against your shoulder I offer you my neck, this is my invitation for you to bite again. I knew you'd be naughty.

You take your hands from my breasts, grab my pool cue and turn it around, with the fat end pointing up.

“Now, I’m in charge,” you utter. “Open your legs.”

I oblige. You reach down behind me and touch my sex. I know that I am wet and I shudder at your touch. I expect you to finger me, but you don’t. You move your hand backward and forward dragging your fingers in my honey. I move against you, trying to increase the pressure but suddenly you stop. The next thing I know your hand is on the back of my neck and you are forcing me down onto the table. I release your neck and place my hands on the felt as you overpower me. I don’t speak or protest, I don’t want you to stop. It’s exciting and thrilling feeling the intensity of your passion for my body.

I cannot stop myself from moving against the table edge – the wood is cold and hard against my hot little clit. I feel you move, you are now on my right, your right hand is still on my neck, pinning me against the felt. I can smell wood, fabric and sex. My anticipation is so acute; I will do anything now, just to have you. I squirm under you grip, loving the feeling of control that you have over me and relishing in my own willing helplessness.

Cool air settles on my hot skin and I am reminded of my nakedness. I want your body to cover it, and wriggle my arse for your attention. I hear you chuckle next to me, deep and low, you are clearly enjoying yourself.

I feel your body tense and then move quickly, I hear a sudden rush of air and then a crack, my body jerks forward unexpectedly. It takes me a split second to realise that you have spanked me. I do not feel any pain, but my left buttock begins to burn. I’m too stunned to react, but as the intensity of heat grows on my arse cheek so does my carnal desire for you. I feel you have shown me something about yourself, a side to you not many see. A connection has been made between us that goes deeper than sex, but sex is all I can think about. My body aches for you now, with a hunger I have never experienced before.

I am so distracted by my own physical lust, that I do not even hear the next slap. But I feel it. The nerves in my left buttock, ablaze from before, feel the impact with such sharpness, it takes my breath away. I moan into the green felt, my saliva tricking out of the right side of my mouth. My flesh now alarmed, peppers itself with goose-bumps. Every single nerve and sense in my body is seeking you out, trying to determine your actions. Surprisingly I find that this is the most physically erotic thing that my body has been subjected to. My breath shortens and my pulse quickens, I close my eyes and focus on the delights my sexual senses are providing. My hunger is mouth-wateringly desperate; I can almost taste my lust.

Your right hand releases my neck and you step behind me. You have a perfect view of my throbbing, spanked backside now. I dare not move, I do not know what you are going to do next. The air is so thick with sexual tension, the hairs on my flesh stand on end. I cannot see you, but I can hear you. There is a chink of metal as you unbuckle your belt and then the wisp of a zip being pulled down. I hear the scuffle of denim against skin and I wait. My own breathing begins to steady in the silence created by your lack of movement and I feel my body begin to relax. It lasts about a second. The belt lashes across both my buttocks, quick and un-giving, the pain intense and sharp. My body instantly surges forward, jolting every bone and nerve. I cry out onto the table and clench my fists, but I do not try to get away. My buttocks sizzle as the blood courses through them, seeking the point of impact.

Tilly's Teaser 11

From The Third Muse of Master Dorian Saul


“Get on the bed, I’ve got another surprise for you,” Dorian commanded.

Placing his hands on her shoulders Dorian guided her to the bed.  There was something hanging from the centre, and it took just an instant for Carla to register the items as handcuffs.  She recalled the metal link under the canopy, and the full scenario she was about to play the lead role in fell into place inside her head.

Dorian released her shoulders and slid to the left.  She guessed that it was so Pete could see her.  Although she now standing with her back to him, she knew that her uninvited audience was still there, enjoying the show.

“Put your hands on the bed,” he ordered. 

Leaning forward she spread her hands on the bed and bent over, she was acutely aware that her bottom stuck out.  “Open your legs,” Dorian instructed, “I want Pete to see what he is missing.”  She shuffled her feet and parted her legs to reveal her pussy.

“Good I like that,” Dorian crooned.  He reached for her and she felt his fingers enter her.  Carla moaned, relishing the carnal contact.  He brought his fingers out to the tips and then plunged them back into her, she was warm, slick and moist and there was no way she could hide her arousal.  “Oh yes,” he uttered, “Pete is going to want some of this - any man would.” 

He removed his hand, “Crawl to the centre,” he instructed, “on your hands and knees, with your legs apart.”

Edging her hands forward, she lifted her knees up and onto the bed.  The mattress sagged under her weight as she clumsily crawled to the middle.  She could hear Dorian’s breath shortening, as his own excitement grew.  The sexual tension in the room, charged the air, she could feel it on her skin.  Looking down at her arms, she was not surprised to see the small hairs were standing on end, and despite the sultry temperature of the room she had goose-pimples. 

“Good,” Dorian said.  “Now look up.”

Tilting her head, she saw that the handcuffs were directly above her.  Her journey across the bed had disturbed them, and now they swung slightly overhead like a pendulum.  Carla was mesmerised, the motion was almost hypnotic.  Bright sunlight sparkled off the shiny metal cuffs sending shards of shimmering silver in every direction.  They were beautiful in the sunlight.

Sit up,” Dorian rasped. 

She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to quash the seed of anxiety that had taken root in the pit of her stomach.  Gingerly she took her hands off the bed and slowly rose onto her knees. 

“Now turn around and face Pete.  I want him to see you.”  Dorian had started to walk around the bed.  He was now on the other side, waiting for her to move.

Inching her knees on the mattress she manoeuvred herself around so that she was now facing the windows. She could see that Pete was still there, watching, he smiled, and Carla blushed.

The scuffle behind her and the wobble of the mattress informed that Dorian had joined her on the bed.  Her heart quickened and she felt her skin shrink with joint levels of both excitement and apprehension. 

Dorian seemed to sense her mood, “Don’t worry,” he soothed from behind her.  Taking hold of her hair that cascaded down her back he placed it over her right shoulder and brought his mouth to her now bare neck, “Remember, we can stop at any time,” he said, his lips moving against her skin, “all you have to do is say the word.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“You know what is going to happen next, don’t you?” he asked.  She felt his head move, as he too looked up at the cuffs.

“Yes Master.”

“You want this to happen, don’t you?”

“Yes Master.”  The words she had just uttered relinquished all control of her body and will into the hands of Dorian Saul.  Free from any consequences she awaited his charge.

“Right, now raise your hands above your head,” he commanded.

Her arms felt heavy and disconnected and when she lifted them into the air she was almost afraid that she would not be able to support their weight.  Lowering her head she focussed on her knees, as she tried to navigate a way through her conflicting emotions.  The fingertips of her right hand lightly brushed against the backs of the fingers on her left, the touch felt alien and cold and she was frightened that her body no longer belonged to her. 

Reaching over her, Dorian grabbed both her wrists in his left hand and taking the cuffs in his right he clamped them around each of her wrists above her head.  The metal, cold and hard against her skin, felt permanent and unyielding in comparison to the scarves she had experienced before.  The chain was not pulled taut and allowed her some movement, she pulled down on it and found that there was a slight give, but not much.  Carla’s arms were staying well above her head.  Now Dorian could get to all of her body and from any direction he chose and there was nothing she could do to stop him, even if she wanted to.

The mattress shifted behind her as he climbed down from the bed.  She raised her head eager to know what would happen next.  Pacing around the room, Dorian’s eyes never left her body as he was drinking her in, every inch of her.  Under his scrutiny she felt her pussy twitch and her nipples harden as her arousal surfaced.  Dorian stopped at the side of the bed, looking at her full frontal and blocking Pete’s view.  He was smiling, obviously pleased with what he was seeing.

“How anyone can resist a treat like you, I will never know,” he said, running his tongue along his top lip.

Tilly's Teaser 10

From The Honey Keys - Book 1

I walk up the sweeping oak staircase leaving the party far behind me, finally I allow my smile to drop, and it feels so good to release my face from the mask. The noise and the constant small talk have drained me and I somewhere to refresh. The heat is exhausting and I feel clammy and dirty. When I get to the first floor a long lavish landing stretches out before me. I open the first door I come to and on seeing it is a bedroom I close it quickly after myself. After opening five further doors and finding them all to be bedrooms I am becoming quite anxious. Then it strikes me, all the bedrooms must have en-suites and that would explain why all the rooms are fully lit. Opening another door I step into the room. Decorated very much like a hotel, it is very luxurious and filled with antique wooden furniture. A king sized bed dominates the right hand wall and is festooned with expensive bedding. I notice two open doors on the adjacent wall and pad across the lush carpet towards them - two bathrooms lead off the bedroom. I selected the one nearest to me and enter. I do not close the door behind me.

The bathroom is lovely, cool, and very modern - all chrome and granite, with a padded cane chair in the corner. I fill the sink with warm water take one of the small, white flannels stacked by the basin and dip it in the liquid. Wringing it, I place it on the back of my neck. It feels divine. I sit in the chair, kick off my uncomfortable shoes, place the flannel over my face and allow myself to relax for the first time all evening. I close my eyes.

The trill of a woman’s laughter wakes me. I pull the flannel from my face, it is cold. I am confused and it takes me several seconds to remember where I am. I have no idea what time it is, or how long I was sleeping. The woman laughs again, this time low and seductive and I instinctively know that she is not alone.

My breath catches in my throat. I peer through the gap in the door and I see two people on the bed. The couple is in a state of undress and it is obvious that they have been there for some time. I feel trapped. I’m not even sure if I am in a public bathroom and I can’t disturb them now, it would look like I am a Peeping Tom. I sit rigid, not daring to move but curiosity trains my eyes on the lovers.

The woman is totally naked, apart from one black shoe which dangles precariously from her right toes. She is spread over the man’s lap, her limbs hanging down limply. Her hair is long and mousy and reaches the floor obscuring her face, her boobs are against the man’s left thigh and her arse is over his right. The man is about 30, fully dressed, blonde and handsome. His attention is fixed firmly on the woman’s buttocks and I quickly guess what is happening. I’m embarrassed and I feel the need to close the door. I know I risk being heard, but my feet are bare and I think I can push the door closed without making a sound. I should have stayed still. The moment I move I realise that I have made a mistake. As I stand, the chair moves back and screeches across the tiled floor. The man looks up, alerted by the noise and brings his eyes directly into contact with mine. For a second I think he is going to speak, or react in some way to my intrusion, but he does not. Instead his lips curl into a dry, amused smile. A shudder of excitement runs down my spine, I am discovered and now I am involved. I put my arms around my back and grab my right wrist with my left hand, and wait for the rest of the show.

The man holds my gaze for several seconds and then runs his tongue along his bottom lip. He knows that if I was going to leave, I would have done so at the moment of discovery, we both do. He smiles and returns to the matter in hand, looking down at the gorgeous body of the naked woman, he raises his right hand in the air and quickly and harshly brings his palm down to meet the exposed flesh of her bottom.

The crack is loud and judging from the shriek of pain that jettisons from the female it is also painful. I do not expect it, and I flinch at the shock of the sound. The woman shudders and her dangling breasts sway beneath her as the impact of the slap ricochets through her entire body.

Tilly's Teaser 9

Taken from The Third Muse of Master Dorian Saul

“Right, now raise your hands above your head,” he commanded.

Her arms felt heavy and disconnected and when she lifted them into the air she was almost afraid that she would not be able to support their weight.  Lowering her head she focussed on her knees, as she tried to navigate a way through her conflicting emotions.  The fingertips of her right hand lightly brushed against the backs of the fingers on her left, the touch felt alien and cold and she was frightened that her body no longer belonged to her. 

Reaching over her, Dorian grabbed both her wrists in his left hand and taking the cuffs in his right he clamped them around each of her wrists above her head.  The metal, cold and hard against her skin, felt permanent and unyielding in comparison to the scarves she had experienced before.  The chain was not pulled taut and allowed her some movement, she pulled down on it and found that there was a slight give, but not much.  Carla’s arms were staying well above her head.  Now Dorian could get to all of her body and from any direction he chose and there was nothing she could do to stop him, even if she wanted to.

The mattress shifted behind her as he climbed down from the bed.  She raised her head eager to know what would happen next.  Pacing around the room, Dorian’s eyes never left her body as he was drinking her in, every inch of her.  Under his scrutiny she felt her pussy twitch and her nipples harden as her arousal surfaced.  Dorian stopped at the side of the bed, looking at her full frontal and blocking Pete’s view.  He was smiling, obviously pleased with what he was seeing.

“How anyone can resist a treat like you, I will never know,” he said, running his tongue along his top lip.

Carla felt a warm, almost childish pride.  Dorian liked her and he treasured her.  ‘Perhaps he wanted to keep her forever?’

Over his shoulder Carla caught a glimpse of Pete; who appeared to have moved to gain access a better view.  Her skin bristled with excitement knowing that Pete wanted her too.  The realisation that she was so sexually desired, was intoxicating, it washed every other thought from her head and emotion from her body.  Right now, there was only this singular desire and nothing else mattered.

Dorian smiled provocatively then he glanced over at his desk and started to walk towards it.  He opened the top drawer and collected some items from within; she did not know what, her line of vision was obscured by the back of his body.  Fishing through the drawers Dorian set various objects onto the wooden desk before him.  His shoulders shuddered as he laughed to himself, before he picked up the objects, spun around and strolled back towards her with his hands behind his back.

A bolt of excitement ricocheted through her body from the tips of her toes to the top of her head and back again.  Her heart raced and her breathing quickened in anticipation of the deliciously dark acts that he was going to subject her to.

Carla closed her eyes tight and held her breath.  She knew that Pete was still there and even now in the darkness behind her lids she could feel his gaze.  The bed dipped as Dorian joined her and she could smell him as he shuffled towards her, salt, soap and sex, unmistakeably him. 

He was behind her now, his body moving against hers as he steadied himself on the soft mattress.  She heard something fall to the bed behind him, and guessed it was the items that he had retrieved from the desk.  Dorian reached up, she could feel him stretched against her, the firmness of his muscles detectable underneath his clothes.  Something cool and delicate touched the skin on the inside of her right arm.  She opened her eyes and looked up.  It was a scarf but this one was purple.

“Take it,” Dorian whispered in her right ear.

She uncurled the fingers of her right hand, and he placed the silk into it.  “Now grip it,” he ordered.  She did.

“Good girl.  Shut your eyes,” he said.  Carla lowered her lids.  Sighing, Dorian lowered his arms; his right brushed her temple and he paused and stroked her tenderly.  She parted her lips and tilted her head back, his touch was so deliciously sweet and she was desperate to taste it.  Sensing her need, he dragged his fingers lightly down her cheek and ran them across her mouth.  She tipped his fingers with her tongue as he traced her bottom lip with his thumb.  Stretching back Dorian collected one of the mysterious objects that he had dropped and their bodies parted.  In an instant he was back with her, pressed firmly against her nakedness, something that he held in his left hand banged against her chin it was hard and a strong smell filled her nostrils - leather.  Carla had no idea what it was.

Placing the fingers of his right hand between her teeth he spread them apart forcing her jaws open.  With left hand he pressed something into her mouth.  Her tongue frantically probed the item to identify it and she discovered that it was round and smooth.  She tried to bite it, but it was solid.  Dorian held the object in her mouth with one hand, whilst at the back of her head he fiddled with something, thick straps dug into her cheeks and as he fastened the buckle, the ball was pulled further back into her mouth.  Carla now understood what Dorian had collected from the desk.

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Tilly's Teaser 8

A sample of The Peeper from More Honey Keys - Book 2

“I'm gonna take a shower. Fancy joining me?" you whisper heavily in my ear.

I nod and squeeze your round firm buttocks as you lead me up the stairs, into the bathroom. I kick off my boots and undress as you turn on the shower. When the water is the right temperature you step in. Now naked I join you under the hot water. Holding my head back I allow the water to run over my face. Closing my eyes, I feel your lips on my throat, your tongue against my skin. It's electric; your touch is like magic and my body aches for you. We start to kiss, slowly at first, but then more passionately. The feel of hot wet flesh sliding under our fingertips is driving us both wild with desire.

You grab the soap and rub it over my full ripe breasts, caressing them as you do so, gently at first, then with much more urgency as your lust grows. You squeeze both my nipples between your fingers and thumbs and I flinch. You see the look of surprise on my face and reassure me with a deep long kiss, your tongue filling my mouth and caressing mine. You pull your mouth away from mine and trace the path of my throat and breastbone with your lips. Your head lingers between my breasts, teasing me. I reach for the wall behind to steady myself, I know what's coming and what effect it will have on me; I want to be ready.

You pull your gorgeous head away momentarily and look at my breasts, all soapy and wet, before you lick your lips and take my right nipple into your mouth. Your left hand works on my left nipple while your right hand travels down my stomach towards my pussy. You seem pleased with the way you find me and I feel your lips tighten around my erect nipple as you smile.

I throw my head back and moan with pleasure. Hot water runs down the entire length of my body, waking every nerve, warming every inch of my skin. I pull my head forward, water running down my face and into my mouth and through the gap in the shower curtain I catch sight of the large mirror on the wall opposite. I am shocked to see a reflection, not of you or myself, but of your brother. He's leaning against the doorframe, obscured from view by the open door itself, watching us. He knows I've seen him, our eyes lock for a second and then he grins. His smile is an open challenge; he's daring me to carry on.

Tilly's Teaser 7

From the Third Muse of Master Dorian Saul

She heard the crack of the first slap and then felt the sharp shock of the impact a moment after his hand made contact with her flesh.  Every muscle in her body jolted in response to the smack, but there was no immediate pain - the sting arrived a few seconds later and burned red and hot.  She had never been spanked before, it was sharper, hotter and more erotic than she could ever have imagined. 

Dorian held her tight and pressing his left hand down between her shoulder blades he restricted her movement.  The second smack he gave her was different as the connection made was now between her flaming flesh and his hand, and it hurt – a lot.  She wriggled to escape, but it was useless, she could not move.  A combination of the third slap, his power over her and inability to resist him, hardened her nipples, Carla was astonished, she had not expected to be aroused by this, but she was.  Her buttocks were smouldering and not just from the spanking, she could feel the blaze of desire travel inside her and alight every inch of her body.

Dorian stopped after the third and took his hands off her.  She relaxed and allowed her head to flop forward, her nose was now against his leg and she inhaled deeply, taking his scent into her lungs.  She felt the rhythm of his body all around her as he breathed, it soothed her and she felt totally safe and completely happy.

“Good girl, now open your legs,” he commanded.

She did as he bid and the naked flesh of her legs rubbed against the warm denim of his jeans.  She could feel his thighs, tight and hard against her body, as they held the weight of her without effort or strain.

She held her breath in anticipation as her body ached for his touch and the return of his hands.  Her mind was empty and she did not move a single muscle as she waited to see what would happen next.  It was pure bliss when his cool fingers made contact with the hot flesh of her buttocks and he gently stroked her, tracing the outlines of his handprints with his fingertips. 

“Now, my pretty little muse, what shall I do with you now?”  It was a rhetorical question and Carla knew not to answer.  Her desire for him now was so strong, that she bit her bottom lip to prevent any sounds falling from her mouth.  She dare not distract him from his thoughts or desires.

“You are a pure delight to me, Carla Smith,” Dorian rasped.

She could not help but smile, she was giddy that she pleased him.

“Tell me, have you ever been spanked like this before?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“That is such a shame.  It must be agony to be one thing and have to pretend to be another.”  He cleared his throat, “Tell me, do you want me to do it again?” he asked.

She bit her lip and hardly daring to verbalise the admission to herself, she nodded. 

“Good, I will look forward to that delight with pleasure.  Now get up,” he instructed.  Taking his hands from her, he sat back and created a space for her to move.

Placing her feet on the firmly on the floor, Carla uncurled her body and stood.  Her legs were shaky and her buttocks throbbed, but she found the pain exquisite, it was hers and he had given it to her, this was his gift to her.  She lowered her head and stood beside the bed, instinct told her not to move.

She saw Dorian rise from the bed and heard him saunter over to the camera.

“Now, get on the bed and lay on your back,” he commanded from behind her.

Shuffling forward Carla placed her knees on the mattress where they sank into its luxurious depths, it was so soft that she had to use her hands to help herself crawl to the middle of the bed.  On reaching her destination she flopped over onto her back and her buttocks burned as they made contact with the duvet.  The underside of the canopy above her was red, blood red and in the centre was a large metal loop, fastened by a thick bolt drilled through the heavy wooden tester above.  The crimson fabric tufted in the centre of the bed and fell towards each of the corners, where another loop similar to that in the centre of the canvas was fixed to the top of each of the four bedposts.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered.  “I’m going to record everything.  Every movement and every sound, I don’t want to miss any of this.”

The canopy disappeared as she lowered her lids and although it was sweltering an icy shiver ran down her spine.  Alone on the bed she felt isolated and vulnerable.  She listened for Dorian, and could hear him moving, he was on the right side of the bed, down near her feet.

“Now don’t move unless I tell you to,” he said.  Your leg, give it to me.”  His voice, although gentle was resolute and she knew that these were more than requests.  They were orders. 

As soon as she had spied the scarves she had known what was in store for her, yet somehow now that it was happening, a small part of her wanted it to stop.  Something deep inside her needed to resist and be overcome.  Only Dorian had ever made her feel this way, he had somehow uncovered an erotic darkness within her that she was as yet, too afraid to face.  She yearned to surrender to him completely but she had to decide this very instant – ‘Did she really trust the person who was about to tie her to a bed, a man she had only met the two days before?’

Carla stretched out her right leg.  Dorian’s hand grabbed her ankle and tenderly yet firmly he pulled her leg to where he wanted it.  She knew he was looking at her as she lay there naked on the bed and although her eyes were closed, she felt so self-conscious and embarrassed that she longed to hide her face under her hands.  She did not move.  Dorian had not told her to.

She felt the scarf brush against her foot, it was light and tickled her toes, yet she did not flinch.  Holding her breath she focused totally on Dorian, his breathing was raspy and shallow and he sounded excited.  Securing his grip on her, he wound the scarf around her ankle twice, knotted it tight and lifting her leg off the mattress, Dorian tied her leg to the bedpost.

“Right, now the other leg,” he ordered as he moved around the foot of the bed to the left post.

The Third Muse is out on Smashwords

Hello all

 

The Third Muse is now out on Smashwords as promised the link is:

 

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/470264

 

 

Enjoy!

Tilly's Teaser 6

From the un-edited and un-revised Corporate Hospitality


“Good,” he whispered in her ear.  “You look far better with your clothes off.”

Stepping closer he reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She felt her own breath quicken as the garment released its tight hold on her breasts. He pulled it forward over he shoulders and down her arms, before he allowed it to fall to the floor. Instantly she felt her nipples swell; she was excited.  The feeling of nakedness was electric; John himself was still fully clothed. She did not have the power to undress him; she was there to do his bidding, not the other way around.

John brought his hands up to her waiting breasts and began to stroke them gently. His touch was so light and so delicate that she could almost feel her skin reach out to him. Her nipples were dying to be touched. She brought her face close to his neck, an indication that he was to continue, a display of her submission to his will. John responded by bringing his hands to her waiting nipples and squeezing them hard between his fingers and thumbs. She gasped in pleasure and pain, as a wave of sexual electricity ran from her nipples to her clit. Soon she could feel herself throbbing and swelling. In a matter of moments and with barely a touch, this man had brought her to a high state of sexual arousal. Suddenly the dildo did not seem like enough to satisfy her.

She leaned forward and placed her open mouth on the bare neck above his collar and kissed him gently. She wanted more involvement; she wanted to take things further. To satisfy the sudden, all-consuming desire she felt.  Instead John took his hands from her half-naked body and stepped back from her.

“Right, Amanda,” he said, looking directly in her eyes, “we have work to do.”

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Tilly's Teaser 5

This is the first few paragraphs of the soon to be edited and re-released Corporate Hospitality.  I've gone back in time to 2004, when it was first released and am working on it now.  This story goes not lean towards any gender and there is something for everyone in here.  It has always been one of my favourites, and I am looking forward to revisiting it. This is the raw text, as yet unedited.



As soon as she heard the knock at the door she knew who it was. Hardly anyone ever knocked at her front door nowadays, it could only be the debt collector. She had fallen behind with her payments again, her waitressing job barely covered her living expenses, let alone anything else.

She knew she had to answer it.  If she did not he would call back and then he would want more money for the inconvenience. As she padded towards the door still in her dressing gown she could not believe she had let herself get into this mess. Why on earth she had not gone home after university like so many of her friends she did not know. Now it was too late, she was up to her neck in debt and ever further in lies. Everyone thought she had made it, that she was living the dream down here in the big smoke. Not waiting tables, washing pots and dealing with loan sharks.

Her hand began shaking as soon as she started to turn the key in the door. She didn’t even have enough cash to cover the interest. Andy was not a man who suffered fools gladly--he had a reputation to keep, a reputation built in fear and Amanda was afraid. She owed him eighteen thousand pounds now, six months ago she had only owed him five, but she had not been able to make the payments and the debt had grown.

As she opened the door to the gloomy morning she was once again shocked at the sheer size of the man. He was huge. Wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, he looked almost causal and friendly, but his expression was not. His piercing blue eyes bore into Amanda’s as soon as they met hers.

“Morning, Amanda,” he greeted her, a wide cold smile on his thick lips.

“Andy,” she replied her heart pounding in her throat, she stepped back into the hallway to allow him to enter. Andy did not like doing his business on the doorstep. “Look, I’ve had a hard week, I meant to call you,” she started, although she knew her words were spoken in vain.

“Yeah, right,” he said closing the door behind himself.

In the small narrow hallway he looked massive. The size of his frame blocked all the natural daylight that normally filled the space. “I don’t like to be kept waiting, Amanda,” he sneered, “and at the moment I seem to be waiting all the time for you.”

He brought his hand up to the collar of her white toweling dressing gown. She felt herself flinch as soon as he touched the fabric. Stepping forwards he was now almost upon her. With her back to the wall, the closed door to her left and Andy directly in front of her Amanda was trapped. “I don’t like waiting, girl, you should know that. It makes a man frustrated.”

He brought his hand down from her collar, tracing her sternum his fingers now touched her bare flesh. Now both his hands were on her, his right one her chest and his left on her waist, blocking her only access. She moved her head to one side and closed her eyes, at least he was not being violent. Andy had a reputation for violence--many men bore the scars of his anger on the streets of inner city London.

His left hand dropped down between her legs. He used his thick powerful wrist to push her legs apart. Her dressing gown had fallen open and she now stood there providing Andy with a full frontal view of her nakedness. He brought his massive head down to her shoulder and began to kiss her gently, whilst his right hand squeezed at her left breast.

“No Andy,” she begged. “I’ll get the money, I swear I’ll get the money.”

Roughly he rammed his fingers inside her vagina. She was embarrassed to discover she was so wet. She was being turned on and repulsed at the same time.

“Andy, stop, I’ll get the money for you next week. Honest I swear, please don’t do this,” she begged, her eyes still closed.

“How?” He brought his head up from her shoulder. She could smell the stale tobacco on his breath.

“I’ve got an interview tomorrow. I’ll get the job, I swear, and then I can pay you.”

“Well,” Andy sneered. “That’ll take care of next week but what about today?”

He stepped back and smiled at her. Amanda knew that she had lost.

The Third Muse of Master Dorian Saul

Is out now on Amazon.

 

The Third Muse of Master Dorian Saul

Dorian Saul is a man who is at risk of losing everything. To secure his future Dorian has to finish the masterpiece his father started over 20 years ago, but there’s a problem. Dorian is an artist who has got to know his models intimately before he can capture them on canvas, but Dorian is a connoisseur of dark delights and has a very particular taste in women. The muses Dorian requires are a rarity, and with time running out he has to find seven further women before the Saul family inheritance is lost forever.

Carla is a divorcee and a runaway. Slightly overweight, 32 years old and lacking in confidence she is surprised when her sultry new neighbour Suzie recommends that takes a job as an artist’s muse.

Nervous, terrified but desperate for money Carla is left with no choice but to take the job and attend the sittings. In his studio Dorian takes Carla on an erotic journey that will not only reveal the true nature of her sexuality but will change her life forever.

Adam is a successful lawyer and he is also Dorian’s brother. Adam has a vested interest in the completion of the Dorian's masterpiece and has taken it upon himself to ensure that his brother finishes the painting, whatever the costs.

Contains BDSM, MMF - 56k words.

The Third Muse is written for people over the age of 18.

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Tilly's Teaser 4

From The Third Muse of Master Dorian Saul

His eyes were tired and he had painted enough for one day.  It was time for him to go to bed.  Sighing heavily Dorian sat back in the chair, his back ached from sitting forward for so long and he considered the prospect of a long, hot bath.  The vibration in his pocket was an unwelcome intrusion to his thoughts.

“Hi it’s me,” Adam stated. 

“Who else?” Dorian replied flatly.

“Now brother, there’s no need to be like that,” Adam chided, reaching across his desk for his Marlboros.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Dorian said.  “It’s late and only you would be rude enough to call at this hour.  I was just about to call it a night and turn in,” he added.

“Nonsense,” Adam retorted, “it’s only half past midnight and the night is still young.  I’m still working brother, and so should you be.”  Adam lit his cigarette, threw the box back on his desk and inhaled deeply, immediately he felt the calming effect of the nicotine.

“Yes, but I have been working all day as well and now I’m shattered,” Dorian told him, “You just put in an hour here and an hour there and charge your clients a small fortune, we can’t all be so lucky.”

Adam laughed, “True,” he acknowledged, “I am one hell of a lucky sod, and I know it.  But you, well you work too hard brother,” he said.  “Now tell me, how is the girl?”

Dorian shuffled in his chair, “Ah, the real reason you called,” he sighed, “I wondered when you would ring to find out,” he stated.  “To be honest I thought it would be later in the week, you know - give me time to get to know her first and all that.”

Adam flicked the ash into the tray on his desk, “We don’t have the luxury of time Dorian you know that. If this does not go to plan then we are sunk, dear brother,” he warned.

“I know, but I did not realise we had limits on our manners as well,” Dorian scolded.  “I have only spent two days with her.  It is impossible to tell if she is what I am looking for.”

Adam took the cigarette from his mouth again, “Come on now Dorian, you know as well as I do, that you can tell in an instant if she is what you need,” Adam retorted.

“Well maybe this time, I need a little longer,” Dorian said.

“Dorian, I am warning you.  You had better not be falling for this girl,” Adam spat.

“Oh brother, I know only too well that I am not allowed any feelings for a year,” Dorian sighed.  “You have made that quite clear.”

Adam did not want this to turn into another argument, he had as little respect for Dorian’s passion as he did time for it.  He inhaled deeply, allowing the smoke to fill his lungs, “Okay,” he said warmly, “I understand how difficult this is.  But, in an ideal world, tell me honestly, how is the girl?”

Sensing Adam’s change in mood Dorian answered truthfully, “Honestly?  The girl is totally perfect.”

“Good,” Adam said, “I had hoped that she would be.”

Dorian was not ready to discuss Carla with his brother, “Have you heard from father?” he asked, looking for a change in subject.

“Father is fine, Dorian,” Adam said.  “It’s you that concerns me.”

Dorian sighed wearily, “I’m fine, brother,” he yawned, “I just need a hot bath and my bed.  I’m just so very tired.”

“In that case, I won’t keep you any longer,” Adam said.  “Good night brother, sleep well.”

Dorian turned off the phone and looked at the painting in front of him once more.  He had spent all day working on her hair but he was having difficulty mixing the exact colour and he felt frustrated and irritated.  His eyes wandered to her lips, parted, full and so full of erotic promise, recalling the taste of them he ran his tongue over his own.  Dorian could hardly wait to see Carla again tomorrow, but tonight he had to rest, “Good night my beauty,” he whispered to her image as he rose wearily from his chair.

Staring edits to Corporate Hospitality

Well, The Third Muse of Master Dorian Saul is finally out.  I will make it more widely available in due course, but at the moment it is only on Kindle.

Starting the edits to Corporate Hospitality - a book that was written by myself some 11 years ago (also happens to be my bestseller when it was available).  Not quite sure how to approach this one, so I think I will just READ it first.

At the moment the book is only about 30k words, as that was expected in an erotic novel, back when it was written so I will need to add more depth and character to this one to bring the whole book up to date. 

I really liked the book when I wrote it, and I like the plot, so this should be a fun project - providing I get enough coffee.

Have a great day everyone!

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