Snippet Saturday

Today’s snippet is from WICKED, one of my contemporary erotics from Berkley. WICKED is a BDSM story, but don’t let that scare you off if this is a new genre for you. This story is about the relationship and trust that is built when people embark on this sort of lifestyle choice. And I’m pleased to mention that WICKED also won an Honorable Mention in the Pauline Reage Novel Awards.

SNIPPET:
Lara was already at the pool table when Karl entered the pub. He stood and watched her from a distance for a few minutes. She was good, but he could beat her. She played her opponent more than the table. Bending, stretching and smiling flirtatiously.

Her tight leather vest plumped up her cleavage deliciously, and her short skirt showed off legs that every man in there wanted wrapped around his waist. No, she was no sweet submissive miss — but she was a dirty girl through and through. One who was willing to try anything once.

When she flipped back her hair, bent over, and sent the eight ball into the corner pocket with a sure stroke, he stepped forward with a small smile. “Nice work.”

She winked at him as she tucked the bills from the edge of the table into her hip pocket. “Thanks. You wanna play?”

He couldn’t hold back the images that flooded his mind at that invitation, and he grinned. “Oh yeah, but not pool. Let’s grab a seat.”

He pointed to a booth near the back corner and they headed toward it. When she slid in one side, he fought his natural urge to slide in next to her, and settled in across the table. The waitress was there immediately, smiling at him and bending over the table to give him a good view down her little tank top. “What can I do for you tonight?”

“Lara?” he asked.

When she ordered a cola, he ordered a beer and sent the waitress away with a lazy smile.

“Do women hit on you everywhere you go?”

He slouched back in his seat and cocked an eyebrow at her. “Do men hit on you everywhere you go?”

Her husky chuckle filled the air between them and a knowing look passed between them. They were a lot alike.

“You don’t like to play pool?” she asked.

“I do, but there are other games I’d rather play with you. Ones that will help us get to know each other better.”

She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling, her smile wicked. “Do you really want to get to know me better, or do you just want to fuck me?”

What did he want from her?

He didn’t bother checking out the cleavage displayed so temptingly before him, he knew she was sexy. Instead, he gazed into her eyes. Searching past the spark of desire therehe saw the walls she’d built to protect her thoughts, and he wanted to knock those walls down. He wanted to know what lay beneath the surface.

And he wanted to bend her over and sink his cock in deep.

“Both,” he told her. “I think you and I can embark on a journey together — a very pleasurable one.”

Tilting her head to the side she narrowed her eyes at him. “Stop talking like a lawyer.”

“I’m not talking like a lawyer. I’m talking like a Dom, sugar.”

She sat back, surprised. “A Dom? As in, tie me up and spank me?”

He chuckled. “Something like that, yes.”

The waitress arrived with their drinks and Lara watched as he paid her, tipping heavily before sending her away with an absent smile.

A Dom.

Damn, that sorta sucked, she’d been looking forward to having that delicious cock of his buried deep inside her. She hadn’t had a good hard fuck in way too long, but she wasn’t into being spanked.

“I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head slowly. “I am not a submissive person.”

“I think you might surprise yourself. You enjoyed sucking my cock the other night right?”

His small smile was starting to irritate her. “Yeah, but that’s not a submissive thing. Men are ruled by their dicks. If I can rule the dick, I can rule the man. That’s not exactly a submissive way of thinking, is it?”

“So you got no pleasure from hearing my groans of pleasure, or words of praise? No satisfaction in feeling my cock throb against your tongue as my come filled your mouth?”

His words filled her head, clouding her thoughts as the memory of the other night filled her mind. His hand in her hair, his cock in her mouth, his voice being the only thing she heard beyond the pounding of her own rushing blood as he growled his satisfaction.
She’d swallowed for him. Something she’d never done before. More than that, he was right, she’d enjoyed the whole thing. Walking away from him then had been a point of pride she’d paid for when she was alone in bed with her vibrator.

She’d never shied from a challenge before, yet Karl’s words didn’t feel like just a challenge. They felt like an … invitation? She gave herself a mental head slap. Did it really matter? She wanted him, and she would try anything once.

So she straightened her spine, thrust out her breasts and boldly met his gaze. “Do I have to call you Master?”

“Master, Sir, Karl.” He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. You can call me what you want, whatever feels natural.”

Excitement heated her blood and kicked her pulse up a notch. “Okay, how do we do this?”

“Why don’t we start with something simple?”

“I’m ready when you are.”

His voice lowered. “Are you wearing panties?”

Adrenaline surged through her. “Yeah.”

“Take them off, please.”

She started to slide out of the booth only to be stopped by his foot blocking her way. She glanced from the black boot to the man across the table, her forehead wrinkling. “Excuse me?”

“Stay here and take them off,” he commanded softly. “You proved the other night that you were adventurous when it came to taking risks in public, this should be nothing to you.”

He was right — it was nothing. So why was her heart suddenly pounding so hard it vibrated through her chest?

Without bothering to think about it, she shifted forward on her seat a little and reached under the table. Keeping her eyes locked with his she slid her fingers up her outer thighs and under her denim skirt. She planted her feet on the floor, lifted her hips and tugged at the elastic until the thong slipped from between her cheeks and down her legs.

Bunching the lace in one fist she felt the damp proof of her excitement against the palm of her hand, and pride zipped through her.

“Can I get you anything, sir? Another beer?” The waitress stood at the edge of their table, eyeing Karl.

Deliberately, Lara put her hand on the table between them, and opened it up, offering Karl her panties. Karl smiled his approval and reached for them while he spoke. “No thank you. I have everything I need for now.”

Lara tried not to smirk as the waitress stomped away. When she saw Karl lift the bundle of lace to his face and inhale, her moment of satisfaction faded into a blur of uncertainty.

“You smell wonderful,” he said. “Already turned on, are you?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged. Trying not to let him see just how affected she truly was.

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes, what?”

“When I ask you a question, I’d like you to answer clearly. Yeah, isn’t a proper answer.”

“Okay.” She nodded, feeling like a chastened child.

“Okay isn’t acceptable either.” His body didn’t move, but the energy around him shifted. Becoming almost palpable in its force as he stared at her. “Clear communication is essential, Lara. So is honesty. You always have the right to say no, or stop, at any time, and I will honor your choice. But you have to be clear. Yeah and okay imply uncertainty or disinterest, and that does neither of us any justice.”

Her nipples ached and she squeezed her thighs together. He wasn’t touching her, and his words weren’t particularly dirty or sexy, but her body was reacting in a big way to his tone of voice.

Pushing the heady clouds of lust away from her brain she focused on what he’d said. “I can say no at any time?”

“Yes.”

“But aren’t I supposed to do whatever you say?”

“Only if you want to. That’s what makes the power exchange of D/s so potent. It’s a free exchange, one that is meant to give us both what we need.”

Need. She nodded, even though she didn’t really understand what he was saying. She’d understood she could say no at any time, and that was all she cared about at the moment. Need was flooding her pretty damn fast and she hoped he was going to do something about it soon.

Oh hell, he wanted honesty. She licked her lips and leaned forward. “I need you to fuck me, and soon. Is that clear enough?”

Heat flashed through Karl, straight to his cock at her words. “Very good. Shall we go then?”

He slid out of the booth and waited for her. Lara’s eyes widened and she stared up at him. “It’s as easy as that?”

“It is tonight,” he said as she slid out of the booth and stood in front of him.

Karl kept his hand on the small of her back, ignoring the looks as they headed for the door.

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A bunch of talented authors have gotten together and decided to make Saturdays special for everyone. SNIPPET SATURDAY is going to be all abotu flashing you our bits. Bits of our stories that is. Each week will have a theme, and the authors participating will all be linked to at the bottom of each post so you can easily surf from site site and just read story snippets all day long.

Not all of the authors write in the same genre so you’ll get a good sample of what’s out there, and maybe you’ll find a new-to-you author that will become a favorite.

More Saturday Snippets:
Lauren Dane
Cynthia Eden
Vivi Anna
Moira Rogers
Beth Williamson
Leah Braemel
Jaci Burton
Mandy Roth
Anya Bast
Viv Arend
Juliana Stone
Elisabeth Naughton
Michelle Pillow
Taige Crenshaw
McKenna Jeffries