#MySexySaturday {12}: Her Naughty Boy - WIP (adult snippet)

This week I decided to give  you seven paragraphs from my current WIP, Her Naughty Boy. (which means the snippet is totally unedited - so forgive any typos or grammatical errors!) This story is a Christmas tale of two friends that realize they may just be perfect for one another - well once Kyle, my hero, can convince his best friend, Lily, that he truly wants to be submissive to her. (Yep this is another FemDom story) :D 

In this snippet, we get an inside look inside Mistress Lily's mind and sexuality as she prepares for a good old fashioned bubble bath. Who says sexy has to come in pairs? Solo works just as well! (warning: this snippet is adult in nature) But if you enjoy the idea of toys, nipple clamps and a hotter than hell Domme, enjoy!  And don't forget to stop by the rest of the peeps on the hop.  

  

Tentative Blurb: 

  Best friends since early childhood, Lily 

  Banner and Kyle Austin had done every-

  thing together but have sex. From the 

  school room to the their morning radio 

  show at KKRC Kyle has always had 

  Lily's back, which is why her refusal to 

  see him anything other than a friend irks 

  him. He wants the inner Domme he keeps

  catching glimpses of. But he also under-

  stands what she sees when she looks at 

  him, but with Christmas around the corner, 

  he's not above showing her exactly how 

  naughty he can be - especially if it ends up 

  with him right where he wants to be: on 

  his knees and at her mercy.

  Lily Banner holds a dark secret from Kyle - 

  or so she thinks. Late at night, when the 

  need gets to her, she dons her leather, visits 

  the Velvet Fist and becomes Mistress Banner. 

  Just before Christmas, Kyle pushes too hard, 

  sending her to the club in effort to find a 

  naughty submissive to punish. She never 

  expects her problem to show up, wrapped in 

  tight leather shorts and harness.  When he 

  manages to piss off another Dom, it's up to her 

  to save him. Pissed at Kyle's lack of common 

  sense, she defuses the situation and orders him  

  to leave. When he refuses, she tells him the 

  price of staying is putting himself in her hands.

  She never expects him to agree. Now it's up to

  her to show her naughty boy the error of his 

  ways. Either way it's going to be a Christmas

  neither will forget. 

Seven Sexy Paragraphs:

Entering the master bathroom, she set the beer on the counter and quickly stripped out of her work clothing. She eyed the shower stall, then turned to look at the large garden tub, complete with whirlpool jets sitting in the corner. A soft groan passed her lips. As tired as she was, she might as well kill two birds with one stone. Stepping up to her greatest weakness, she twisted the taps, then dumped a capful of her favorite non-foaming bath salts into tub, then twisted on the taps. 

As it filled, she moved over to the linen closet to pull out her secret stash. Hidden on the top shelf to keep her curious nieces and nephews from finding it when they visited their Aunt Lily, was a wooden chest. Pulling it down, she set it on her counter and took another swig of her beer before opening it. Pulling out a black zippered CD case, she opened it and flipped through several pages of shiny discs until she found the one she wanted. It only took a moment to shove the CD into discrete DVD player across from her tub. 

Returning to the chest, she selected one of her favorite toys – a slender waterproof rabbit vibrator. While pricy it had been one of the best investments she’d ever made, aside from her custom made single tail and flogger. Flicking the switch on, she checked to make sure the purple orgasm giver wouldn’t fail. The bright white light around the speed button assured her it was ready. Almost as ready as she was. By the time, she’d set down the vibrator and her favorite pair of nipple clamps on the edge of the now full steaming tub, she was dripping in anticipation. She needed to take the edge off – now! 

Slipping into the hot water, she shivered as an all-over shiver worked across her body as her body acclimated to the sudden heat. Leaning her head back against the thick tub pillow, she reached for the clamps and remote. A quick press of the play button started the movie. Sinking deeper into the tub, she sighed and her hands drifted to her nipples. On the screen, she watched as a Technicolor, HD version of herself crossed in front of the camera. Her voice rang out clearly as she approached the tall blond sub strapped to the pillory. From behind, he could easily pass for Kyle, which was why she’d chosen this particular video. 

As the video version of herself checked the bindings and readied herself for the upcoming flogging, Lily tweaked her nipples, prepping them for the clamps. Each squeeze sent jolts of pleasure down to her cunny. Along with her clit, her nipples were the key to making her orgasm long and hard. And that’s what she was after. A low hiss escaped her as she attached the first clamp. The sudden pinch-y feel surrounding her left nipple amped up her lust. 

By the time she’d attached the second clamp, her video self was taking up position behind the submissive. As the first lash of the flogger on the submissive’s back landed, she reached for the vibrator. “Damned naughty boy. Needs to be punished.” Her eyes drifted half shut as she slipped the now buzzing vibrator under the water. A surge of pleasure as she pressed the head of it against her clit radiated out from her sex to the rest of her. She gritted her teeth and moved the vibrating toy away from her hot spot. Too soon. She had to draw this out. Make it last until the submissive on the screen came. 

As the pleas from the TV grew in intensity, she circled her opening, teasing the hungry portal of her sex with light teasing brushes from the rabbit. Her breathing grew labored as her desire for more increased. Timing her strokes with the action on the scene, she allowed the fantasy to take her away. Gone was the nameless sub who’d paid her to flog him, in his place was Kyle, his back bare - marked with nothing more than slightly raised welts from her flogger. He was bucking against his bonds, refusing to give in. Tormenting them both with his defiance. Refusing to give in without a fight – until she proved that she was worthy of his submission. Until she could take him outside himself. Relieve him off all his worries until all he could focus on was the next lash of her flogger, the next deep breath which sent him closer to nirvana.

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