Jeri, a BBW is introduced into BDSM by her boyfriend, Jake. They both have emotional baggage that threatens to kill the budding romance. The twists and turns they encounter to make the relationship work, along with the challenges their family and friends bring, makes this a hot read with explicit sex scenes. More
“So, you like that BDSM shit huh?” She still hadn’t looked at him.
“Yeah and it's not shit, it's just my preference.” He didn’t look at her directly. “What do you know about it?” he asked into the heavy silence.
“Nothing, other than you have to bow to someone. Do whatever they want you to, that kind of stuff.” She hunched her shoulders. “Sounds a little like slavery if you ask me,” she added still pretending to study.
“Oh, so you don't know anything about it then.” He grinned, feeling good having his lifestyle out in the open. “You know Jeri, it’s okay to say—I don't know—. You can do that right?” He smiled at her stunned expression.
Putting her book down, she licked her full lips, took a deep breath and said, “I don't know, but I bet you do, don't you?”
His eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I know what it's all about.”
“Why don't you explain it to me?” She leaned forward, the stone on her navel ring caught the light and sparkled.
“Don't know if I can explain it all to you, it's a lifestyle choice. I don't engage for kicks and shit. I just do me. I don't get into all of it, just what I like,” he said honestly.
“What do you like?”
Her seriousness made him a little anxious. This was real for him. He was afraid it would change everything if she couldn't accept him for who he was. But, if she couldn’t accept him, they’d have nothing anyway.
“It depends on why you want to know,” he answered. “Did watching that couple on the screen touch you in any way, did it make you wet?”
She fidgeted under his stare.
“Do you think you might be ready to live outside the square, sweet Jeri? Tell me why do you want to know what I like?” Her attention pleased him. He’d definitely reward her later. He clicked off the television.
“I don't know, Jake.” Throwing her hands up, she looked exasperated. Not what he was going for, but he’d work with it.
“I thought I already operated outside the box,” she said frowning at him. “But I don't want a collar around my neck like I'm some property. I did think the pounding he gave her on the screen was hot, but I'm not sure if I can get with all the stuff that comes with it.” She leaned back. “Hey, like I said before I just don't know. If you want to share info on your lifestyle fine, if not, I've got studying to do.” She stood up and gathered her books.
“I like ass Jeri and I like control,” he said abruptly.
“What, anal sex?” she asked, totally ignoring the control statement.
Surprised, he said, “I can get with that as well, but I like to play with and on a woman's ass. I spank it, lick it, bite it. I have an ass fetish. I do bondage, play with my toys,” he said as he stood and walked over to her. “I am dominant and I’ve had subs, but never had one collared. Trust me; you don't have to wear a collar to belong to someone.”
Grazing his finger across her face, he heard the slight hitch in her breathing and noticed the stiff peaks of her breast as she grew more aroused.
“Men and women have belonged to one another since Adam and Eve. This is no different, whether it's a collar around your neck or a ring on your finger, both scream, this one's taken. Back the shit up and don't fuck with my woman.” Gently he stroked her face and then her bottom lip with his thumb.
“Don't use that as an excuse to avoid trying something that will blow your mind. You never know, Jeri, try something new.”