🔥NSFW "First, I’m going to lick you clean.”
Sep 21, 2022 4:56 am
“Give it to me,” he whispered, his lips hovering above hers. “Give me your pleasure, all of it.”
It haunts her every waking moment and infiltrates her dreams. Her body aches for him. Her mind can’t seem to forget the mysterious man in the limo. She knows there’s no chance she’ll ever experience anything like what she saw that night.
Until her mystery man steps out of her dreams and into her reality.
Now she must make a choice: Continue living out her deepest, darkest fantasies only in her mind, or surrender herself to his wicked demands and become the woman she was truly designed to be.
*A Submissive's Touch was originally published as Designed for Submission. It has been re-edited, and has not been available for several years*
“No peeking and keep that ass still. Don’t move a single inch or you will destroy my beautiful work, and that, schatzlein, would earn you a very hot bottom.”
Excerpt:
“Close your eyes and remember, do not move a muscle,” he said, and watched as her eyes reluctantly fluttered shut. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly. He was silent, continuing to shake the can. Her body jerked at the sound of the cap being snapped off.
“While I love Neapolitan ice-cream sundaes,” he said quietly, as he tilted the can in preparation, “I absolutely adore them with whipped cream and strawberries.” She gasped softly at the slight hiss of pressurized air coming from the can as he pressed the nozzle. Her squeal as he squirted the whipped cream directly onto her left nipple was much louder. He twisted his wrist until a perfect swirl of cream completely concealed her aureole and the hard tip of her nipple.
Her eyes opened just a crack and she squirmed at the coldness of the cream.
“Naughty,” he whispered. “No peeking and keep that ass still. Don’t move a single inch or you will destroy my beautiful work, and that, schatzlein, would earn you a very hot bottom.” Her eyes slammed shut and she froze stiffly. Logan waited until she relaxed but didn’t need to load the dice to guarantee he’d win his bet that by the time he was done, she’d have earned that spanking and then some.
He knew she expected him to apply the cream to her other nipple, but she would soon learn not to jump to conclusions about him. He set the can down and picked up a large strawberry between his fingers. He gently removed the leaves from the top but left the stem. He carefully turned the berry before setting it into its nest of whipped cream. His cock jumped inside his pants at the result. The white cream cradled the red of the berry, the green stem pointing up to the ceiling, mimicking the turgid tip of her buried nipple. He slowly repeated the process on her right nipple until they matched perfectly, the berries exactly the same size. She was trembling and he could easily smell her arousal.
He shook the can again, knowing it would be the only thing she could concentrate on. He positioned the nozzle, and she gave her first keen when he sprayed the cream down her body, circling her belly button before continuing further to cover her pubic mound. He did not even touch her pussy or her clit; the sensation from the cream and the anticipation in her mind were enough to cause her pussy to visibly pulse.
“I see my naughty little sub is trying to provide her own cream for my sundae,” he said, sliding a fingertip along the seam of her sex, loving the twitch and the full body flush she wasn’t able to suppress. His words were meant to drive her insane with need. Logan chuckled as another drop of her essence slipped to the counter. He licked his finger, imprinting her taste on his soul and soon had the fattest strawberry settled into its mound of cream, topping off his dessert perfectly. He moved the can and berries out of the way and removed his clothing before returning to look at her. She was absolutely stunning laid out like the dessert he had described.
He reached out and stroked her cheek with his fingers. “Open your eyes, Elizabeth,” he said, gently. Her eyes fluttered open, the desire flooding them upon seeing his nude body standing beside her a compliment to her Dom. She smiled softly, and he returned it with his own. She watched as he bent by her side, time seeming to suspend as he slowly lowered his mouth to lick at her nipple. She jerked but then stilled herself when his eyes cut to hers in warning. She moaned, watching as the tip of his tongue took the first taste of cream at the base of the strawberry. When the berry bobbed just a bit; she sucked in her breath and held it. Logan grinned knowing it was only a matter of time before she’d win his bet for him. He licked again, taking his time, just the barest hint of cream on his tongue as he pulled it back into his mouth.
“Yum,” he murmured, as he licked his lips. God she looked incredible, need written all over her face, shining from her eyes, obvious in the constant trickle of her cream onto the countertop. Logan took a full five minutes to lick and tease her left nipple before finally sucking the entire berry and nipple into his mouth. She keened when he straightened, releasing the hold his teeth had taken on her nipple, but not before giving the tight bud a little bite of its own.
Chewing and swallowing the fruit, Logan looked to her mound and then back to her right breast, as if trying to decide which to sample next. Making his decision, he surprised her yet again by bending to settle his mouth over hers. The kiss was incredibly gentle, and he lingered on her lips, allowing her to taste the juice from the berry he had eaten and the cream he had licked from her breast. Her arms quivering slightly as he ran his fingers along her flesh. She clenched her fingers together and for the first time, didn’t even attempt to suppress the moan that came from deep within her throat.
Logan stood again, his cock aching with need. He wanted to plunge into her, but this time was for the willing submissive lying before him. He wasn’t satisfied with a single moan. He was determined to draw as much sound from her as possible—to begin teaching her the freedom that only came from truly letting go.
His mouth descended on her other breast, and he tortured her for an additional five minutes, until she was lying in a puddle of her own desire. He dragged his tongue down the line of cream. He licked around her naval, dipping his tongue inside to lap up the cream that had slid to fill it. Her arms were now visibly shaking, her moans louder, her body no longer able to remain still as she trembled in her need.
She watched with half-lidded eyes as he moved down to the end of the bar. She mewled as he laid his hands gripped her ankles.
“You moved.”
Her eyes widened just a fraction but as she was still shaking, she really couldn’t deny his accusation.
“I’m going to finish my dessert,” he said, as he slowly pulled her down the counter, the berry on her mound shaking slightly. Her face flushed hotly when her ass slid over the puddle her own body had created. “Don’t fret,” he said, running a finger over her drenched sex. “I shall be giving you that spanking you earned, but first, I’m going to lick you clean.”
ALSO BY MAGGIE RYAN
Of all the times I might expect to find a sweet, beautiful woman at my feet, patrolling the grounds of Rawhide Ranch isn't one of them.
And despite her claims that she isn't a Little, the moment she looks up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, I know there isn't anything I won't do to make her mine. She wants to be Big? Fine. Rawhide has plenty of ways for a Daddy to make even a Big girl cry for mercy and then beg for more.
But even as we live out our wildest fantasies, I can feel her holding back. One way or another, I'm going to convince my girl to accept happily ever after on our terms, and no one else's.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Maggie Ryan is a USA TODAY multi-published and Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. She loves flirting with the forbidden to bring you stories about strong, stern alpha males and sassy, capable women. As a long-time resident of the great Lone Star state, Maggie has discovered that life without a bit of fire and a dash of spice isn’t worth living. Maggie hopes you will curl up in your favorite chair and take the journey with her. Happy Reading!
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