 |
| Playing By His Rules by Glenda Horsfall |
Glenda Horsfall was born and brought up in the beautiful
city of Edinburgh.
From an early age she was an avid reader. She became engrossed in reading romance novels in her early teens and promised herself that one day she would sit down and write her own.
That dream has now been achieved with the publication of her first novel 'Playing for Keeps'. A tale of Domination and submission, the story is also a romance with a Happy Ever After ending!
Glenda now lives on the Fylde Coast of England with her own hero. She has a grown up son and three beautiful grand-daughters.
Having worked for many years as an Accountant, she loves being able to let her creative imagination run wild as she creates romantic stories for you to enjoy.
Xander Doumas, wealthy, intelligent and gorgeous
entrepreneur was not amused when pictures from within his private playroom
started to appear in the gossip rags and on social media. The embarrassment
caused to his family made him decide to take a break from the media spotlight
and isolate himself on his remote Scottish island.
Chloe Davies had survived an abusive relationship but needed to relocate so she was no longer around when her ex was released, after serving the prison sentence he had been given for assaulting her. When she saw Xander’s ad for a Girl Friday she thought the job would be the answer to her prayers.
At her interview, Xander offered her an entirely different position. Short on funds and desperate to escape the clutches of her ex, she reluctantly agreed to become his mistress. Only after she had signed his confidentiality agreement did she realize that she had delivered herself into the hands of a Dominant.
Isolated on his island with Chloe, Xander still smarting from having his trust betrayed, struggled to trust Chloe as much as she struggled to submit to him.
Chloe Davies had survived an abusive relationship but needed to relocate so she was no longer around when her ex was released, after serving the prison sentence he had been given for assaulting her. When she saw Xander’s ad for a Girl Friday she thought the job would be the answer to her prayers.
At her interview, Xander offered her an entirely different position. Short on funds and desperate to escape the clutches of her ex, she reluctantly agreed to become his mistress. Only after she had signed his confidentiality agreement did she realize that she had delivered herself into the hands of a Dominant.
Isolated on his island with Chloe, Xander still smarting from having his trust betrayed, struggled to trust Chloe as much as she struggled to submit to him.
Playing by His Rules – Naughty Book Excerpt
He adjusted a lever and the stool position altered slightly.
It didn’t move far, but it was enough to stretch her legs and have her standing
on the tips of her toes. The position would allow her little advantage against
him. She would have no choice but to submit to his mastery of her body.
She gave a small whimper and he stroked her back gently.
“It’s alright. There’s nothing to be frightened of.” He continued to caress
down her back and across her buttocks in a very non-sexual way as he waited for
her to calm down. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, sir.” His heart
lurched at her continued use of the phrase and he wondered if she was truly
coming to accept him as her master.
“Good girl.”
He had to remind himself that she was new to all of this and
to slow things down. He crouched at the front of the stool and lifted her head
in order that he could look into her eyes. “The lesson I was aiming to teach
this morning was about control. As your Dom it is my right to grant or deny
your pleasure.” Her eyes widened as if
he had shocked her, but she didn’t say a word. “When I tell you to close your
eyes, I don’t expect to see you gazing at me. When I demand silence, I don’t
want to hear a word. When I ask you not to move, I expect you to keep still. In
here, you call me Master. Do you
understand?”
“Yes. But--”
“No buts, Chloe. Those are the rules of this game.” His tone
was harsher than he had ever used with her before, but he wanted to make sure
that she understood his intent. “What I demand, you give. Unless of course,” he
quantified his statement, “you decide to safe word.”
He held his breath as he awaited her response. When she said
nothing he released his hold and stood up moving out of her line of vision.
He continued to talk to her as he wandered over to his
cabinet to withdraw several of his favorite toys. “We’re going to have a little
session where you will practice self-control.” He ran the anal beads that had
so fascinated her, through his fingers. “I am going to teach you some new
pleasures, sweetheart. You can move as much as the stool allows. You can scream
as loud as you want, this room is soundproof.”
He had returned to her side in time to hear her gasp aloud and he bent
and whispered in her ear, “The one thing you are not allowed to do is cum.”
She turned her head and looked him straight in the eye.
“That’s cruel!”
“Wrong, sweetheart.” He leaned forward and kissed her
softly. “It’s control. Its pleasure
beyond what you can currently imagine. It’s an exquisite form of torture.”
He stood up and walked around to her rear. He stripped until he was as naked as her then
bent to retrieve his toys, which he placed on a nearby table. The sight of her
rounded arse cheeks caused a bead of moisture to form on the tip of his cock
and he bit his lip as he fought for control. He craved the day when he could
bury himself in her forbidden entrance.
He ran his hands over the rounded globes, parting her cheeks
with his thumbs as he ran them down the crease of her ass. She tensed and he
watched as her puckered entrance tightened as the tips of his thumbs skimmed
its surface. His fingers dipped lower and he found her already wet and swollen
for him. He loved her response.
He knelt between her legs and slowly kissed and nipped his
way up the length of her inner thighs. As he reached the apex, she tried to
close her legs; an impossible task with his shoulders wedged between her
thighs. His tongue lapped up the moisture that seeped from her body and he
listened to her moans of pleasure.
He withdrew from between her legs and stood up. He leaned against her, allowing her to feel
his erection between the cheeks of her arse as he bent forward and stroked his
hands up the side of her body until he was caressing the underside of her
breasts. He heard her breath hitch in her throat as she fought to contain her
arousal. “Now sweetheart,” he whispered
against the side of her ear, “we’re going to try a couple of my favorite toys.”
She stilled and it felt like she held her breath. He
massaged her shoulders gently. “There’s nothing to be worried about. I promise
you are going to feel wonderful.”
He straightened and grabbed the silicone vibrator that he
had removed from the cabinet. He flicked the switch and the room was filled
with the sound of a powerful hum.
“Shit.”
He laughed aloud at her expletive. He was going to enjoy
this.
Slowly he ran the tip of the vibrator between her legs. He
eased it between her folds as he twisted and turned ensuring that it was coated
with her juices. He took particular
pleasure in pressing the tip against her sensitive clitoris. The little nub was
already hard and he knew she would be feeling close to her climax.
“Hold it, sweetheart.” He told her firmly. “I will not be
pleased if you come yet.”
She groaned aloud at his command. “Soon, though. Please.”
“We’ll see.” He
switched the vibrator off before slowly inserting it into her vagina where he
felt her internal muscles close around it. “If you’re good, I’ll switch it back
on.” He gave a small slap across her backside to make sure he had her
attention. “If you cum before I give you permission I will switch it on and
leave it in position all night.” He made sure to keep his tone firm. She would be appalled at his threat, but the
idea excited him. One day he was going to give her enforced orgasms until she
was screaming at him to stop. He wondered how many she would manage before she
was totally exhausted. He stroked himself. Soon, he promised himself. Soon, he
would bury himself deep inside her.
He reached for the anal beads and a tube of lube. He poured
a large blob of lube into his hand and then wrapped his fist around the beads.
He worked the beads in and out through his fist until every inch was liberally
coated in the lube. Positioning his feet
to the inside of hers, he held her in position as he liberally smeared the remains
of the lube into the crack of her arse.
As if she guessed his intention, she fought and tried to
wriggle from under his hand. “No. Please. Don’t.” Her breathing was erratic and
she became extremely agitated. He didn’t want to distress her, but she had to
learn to trust him.
“Shhh.... calm down. Relax little one and I promise you, you
will enjoy.”
“You’re too big!” She cried out.
He smiled to himself, pleased with her opinion of his build.
He supposed it was only natural that she would assume he had intended to claim
her arse, he had told her once before that the day would come. It wasn’t her
fault that she didn’t understand that first he would have to stretch her so
that she would be able to accommodate him. He had the ideal set of graduated
butt plugs already in his bag for when that time came. Tonight the biggest
thing he was going to insert into her, apart from his finger, would be the anal
beads that had caught her attention in his cabinet. Her reaction to those and the strength of the
orgasm they produced would give him a good indication of whether or not she
would welcome him in the future.
♥ Thank
you ♥
♥ °*"˜✿˜"*° ♥
Please Feel Free to
Share
Live ~ Laugh ~ Love
with Passion
No comments :
Post a Comment
I was born when we kissed; I died when we parted. I lived in your embrace while we loved..........