#MySexySaturday {15}: Wyk's Surrender (FemDom)

My, how the week has flown. It's been up and down and I'm honestly happy to say - thank god it's Saturday again! Of course with that being said it means we're ready for another edition of #MySexySaturday. Whether it's seven words, seven sentences or even seven paragraphs, it's all about the heat. It can be sweet or it can be down right naughty - everyone has their own opinion of what is sexy.  So be sure to check out the rest of the peeps listed at the end of my post. 

This week, complete with a spankin' (yes all pun intended :P) brand new cover, I'm bringing you another seven paragraphs from my soon to be released book, Wyk's Surrender.  It will be coming out Sept 24th from Decadent Publishing.  

In this seven paragraphs, our hero is so distracted by his lovely heroine he sneaks off to the bathroom to...shall we say relieve himself? Then enter one sexy Venus, who is none to happy to find her hunky boss AWOL again.  Watch as it plays out in the most delightfully sexy way as Venus's voice ends up being just the stimulus he needs. 

                                                   

       
       Driven to the point of desperation  by 
       what they want, both Venus and Wyk 
       turn to  Madame  Evangeline in  hopes 
       of  forgetting,   never  suspecting  the 
       lovely Madame knows best…

       Venus Spinazzola-Navarro,  better 
       know  as Mistress “V” has been lusting
       after her boss for longer than she can
       remember. She wants him at her mercy,
       begging for  her touch, but when an off-
       handed comment dashes her hopes, she 
       turns to the same match-making service 
       her cousin used. She’s going to drive her 
       sexy  boss out of her dreams if it’s the 
       last thing she does.

       Chadwyk “Wyk” Havas has lived up 
       his father’s expectations as a “proud 
       black man’ for nearly his entire life,
       despite what he wants. But when his 
       sexy curvaceous executive assistant has 
       pushed him to his limits, he gives in.  But 
       before he’ll go crawling to Venus on his 
       hands and knees, he needs to find out if 
       he can submit to a woman. He just never
       dreams the Domme  that Madame Eve 
       sets him up with is actually  the woman 
       he’s wanted all along.

Seven Sexy Paragraphs

(Also a tidbit on the set up of this snippet. Wyk is in his executive bathroom off his office and has resorted to taking matters into his own hands, so to speak, when Venus arrives.)

Palming his shaft, he groaned. How he wanted to be the lucky man to receive her attentions. To give her what she needed, to give up his control and let her do what she willed with his body. It didn’t matter that his dad had always told him that as a proud black man he should never bow down to another. He wanted the forbidden. To have her order him around, demand he please her. His grip tightened as her stern voice warned him against coming, insisting he hold his release until she gave permission. His breath grew more ragged as his orgasm approached. His balls drew up tight. His arm trembled; his hips thrust. He was so close.

“Mr. Havas?” Venus’s voice floated through the door. He gritted his teeth to keep from calling her to him. If she even as so much touched the bathroom door, he’d fall to his knees and beg her to let him taste her, to love her.

“Damnit, where did that prick go to now? If he’s left the office again without telling me, I’ll take a single-tail to his ass, boss or not.  How many times do I have to tell him I can do my job better if he’d simply let me know when he steps out?” Frustration filled her voice.

His assistant always wanted to know when he left the office or went to meetings. The dark promise in her tone, however, stroked over him, and he lost it. He bit down on his lower lip to keep from screaming and pulled hard on his dick. Lightning raced up his spine as his seed exploded over the white porcelain basin. He shook through his climax, every nerve alive with pleasure, until he sank to the floor, exhausted but exhilarated.

When the outer door to the office clicked shut, he clutched the edge of the sink and levered himself into an upright position. His rumpled reflection in the mirror stared back at him. He couldn’t go on like this. Something had to give. He’d either fire Venus and hire a new assistant, or go on this damned 1Night Stand blind date thing and see if he could give over to a woman. He’d thought the idea absurd when Nate, a friend from back home, had told him how he’d met his blind heiress, but he was desperate. If this Madame Eve could set him up with a Domme, and he found he could let go, there was a chance—a slight one, he might be able to earn Venus’s forgiveness along with a place in her life.

Washing his hands, Wyk made his choice. Fantasizing about his assistant telling him how to pleasure her, commanding his responses, even punishing him when he slipped, kept him up at night. Until, scared and sleep-deprived, he’d put his foot in his own mouth. He still regretted the evening Venus had mentioned how she enjoyed dominating men in her personal life, and he’d panicked and he’d chosen to degrade the very thing he wanted.

Hopefully this date will be a step in the right direction. Maybe it will prove how wrong I was when I ridiculed her choice of lifestyle.

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