When her online Dom date stands her up, good girl Grace is about ready to give up on her quest for kinky sex. That is, until she gets an offer from a hunky bartender. Jack promises to give Grace exactly what she's looking for; but in return, he wants to 'hunt' her. WARNING: This 6,600 word adult story contains graphic sex, BDSM elements, and force fantasies. More
Grace is tired of not getting what she wants in the bedroom. But when her online Dom date stands her up, she's ready to give up on great, kinky sex. That is, until she gets an offer from a hunky bartender. Jack promises to give Grace exactly what she's looking for; but in return, he wants to 'hunt' her. Grace can't say no... but will their dangerous game go too far? WARNING: This 6,600 word adult story contains graphic sex, BDSM elements, and force fantasies.
“And I suppose you’re an expert?”
“Like I said, darlin’. I bet I could show you a thing or two.” His brown eyes stared into mine intently.
I couldn’t quell the tremor in my voice. “Is that an offer?”
“Depends.” Jack shrugged. He folded his arms and leaned on the bar in front of me.
If I met his movements, we’d be close enough to kiss. I took a deep breath. “On what?”
“See, I can roll with the rough stuff. But what really gets me going?” He licked his lips.
I mirrored the movement unconsciously and squeezed my thighs together. “What’s that?”
Jack’s eyes darted around the bar before he spoke. “I like to hunt.”
Beer wet my dry throat. “How do you mean?”
His fingertips danced across the bar’s slick surface. “I find a woman with... similar interests. One I’ve been seeing for a while, usually; new friends aren’t generally up for it. Which I understand.” His voice dropped lower. “We set up a time window. A general location. She won’t know exactly when or where. I hunt her. And when I find her...” He leaned over the bar, his lips grazing my ear.