A Reluctant Witch in The Land of BDSM - Shame and Delight at His Hands
Anna Ixstassou is looking for the fast track to the top. Unfortunately, she found what she was looking for and is back for another session at the hands of her boss, Ewan Crest.
The ensuing story is hot and sticky as Anna is inducted into the strange world of BDSM. She loves what she finds there...maybe, too much, in fact. More
Find out how Anna, the reluctant witch, gives over all control to her master, leading to a public display of extreme sensuality.
She was looking for the fast track to the top. Unfortunately, she found what she was looking for and is in for a lesson in submission and public humiliation at the hands of her boss, Ewan Crest.
What results is a story that takes the reader to the edge and carries Anna even further in her exploration of extreme sexual practices as Ewan teaches her the meaning of his domination.
A witch who just wants to be like everyone else, Anna exalts in the desire that Ewan awakens within her, only hoping that she will not be forced to call upon black magic to save her before the point of no return.
Here is an excerpt:
His face was all concern at the eyes, while his mouth was fixed in a half smile. A hungry smile.
I didn't miss the fact that his pants bulged as he took my arm and led me across the room.
"Here," he said, "There's a shower back here where you can get cleaned up."
His office was divided around a corner and as we stepped around it, I could see that it was almost an apartment of its own. There were couches and deep leather chairs, and just beyond, a marble bath and toilet.
He went with me to the italian shower, reaching past me to turn on a fine, hot misting spray. I stood there, listlessly, before plucking at my shirt buttons with almost no strength.
He took my hands in his. Large, muscular hands that enveloped mine in warmth and bronzed tenderness. He pushed them down at my sides and then proceeded to undo my shirt, then my pants, with care.
He unclipped his wires. He unstrapped the vibrator. He lifted the soaked tape in gentle, easy motions that hurt only a little. He lifted the flat battery pack away from the small of my back, unbuckling the strap encircling my waist. His every move calm and reassuring.
He nudged me, now naked and shivering before him, into the warm jets of the shower. The water fell in fine beads that drifted over my curves and washed away some of the humiliation that clung to me like smoke.
I was turned away from him, letting the water course down my face, when I felt those strong hands upon my shoulders. He rubbed at them, pressing his thumbs in firmly, pushing at the exhaustion that was weighing them down.
His bare chest brushed against me and low upon my back, I felt his member, hot and standing rigid, touch my skin.
I shivered as an echo of electricity rippled through me like a ghost. My thighs parted without my wishing it, even as I tipped my head back and let him cradle my neck in his hands.
His chest was firm against me then and as he moved his arms to encircle me, I could feel his muscles ripple and move. His hands found my breasts and when he lightly brushed my nipples with his fingers, there was an ache of pain and pleasure that made me cry out....
Warning: Please be advised that this story contains graphic sexual scenes that are described in an explicit manner. It is intended uniquely for those person of 18 years of age and older. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether specifically described as such or not.