Submit to Sin (bdsm paranormal erotica)
Beth Carpenter wishes that her husband Earl was more open to experimenting with their sex life. All she wants is a little spanking, maybe a blindfold or two. When she appeals to her divine lust patron to broaden Earl's perspective a little, she's unprepared for how far he's willing to take things. More
The 13 Shades of Sin series tells the story of a modern coven of witches who've accidentally summoned a pagan sex god. Each of them gets a wish. Each of them has a need. None of them are prepared for the consequences.
Beth Carpenter wishes that her husband Earl was more open to experimenting with their sex life. All she wants is a little spanking, maybe a blindfold or two. When she appeals to her divine lust patron to broaden Earl's perspective a little, she's unprepared for how far he's willing to take things.
This 5500 word story contains scenes of mind control, spanking, bondage, submission, anal play, and toys.
The thought brought pleasure. At first a general warm buzz, but it soon narrowed and grew defined, localized, centralized in her womanhood. Still half asleep she felt herself writhe, heard herself moan.
Her rambling fingers brushed against the hair on the head of the man between her legs. Her husband’s hair.
She rose to consciousness. “Earl?”
He looked up at her from between her legs, clear blue eyes focusing on hers intently, his lips and tongue not pausing in their exploratory caresses.
Surprise at his actions momentarily overrode the pleasure his gentle touches were bringing to her.
“What are you—” She was cut off by her own gasp as he slipped a finger inside her.
In the past Earl had always gone down on her as a matter of preparation for intercourse. While it felt nice, it wasn’t really anything too special.
This, though, this was different. This was Earl using his tongue and lips and fingers acting in concert to bring her pleasure. The fact that he’d started on her before she’d woken was an even bigger surprise; he’d never been into morning sex, and she doubted that the idea of performing oral on his sleeping wife had ever crossed her mind.
His tongue-work and fingers drove further thought out of her mind as he brought her to climax, her head falling back to the bed, hips bucking. His firm hands held her to the bed.
“Earl,” she managed. “What’s gotten into you?”
He grinned up at her. “You should be more concerned with what’s going to get into you.”