It’s a sad day when we have to bid goodbye to a diverse and sex-positive erotica publisher like Sexy Little Pages. However, with the reversion of rights comes the release of my short, kinky story “Unconventional Methods.”
Originally featured in the anthology Dancing With Myself: Stories of Self-love Erotica, edited by Jillian Boyd, Part One of this story of self-discovery through total submission is now yours to read for FREE on Bellesa.co.
I’ll give you a minute to grab your favorite battery-operated companion before I reintroduce this sexy tale of long-distance dominance and submission.
Read on for an excerpt:
He smiles, his gaze drifting about the screen. “That chemise looks lovely on you, by the way.”
I glance down at the pearlescent silk top and matching shorts. Gone are the tattered tees and flannel pajamas I used to wear to bed. I now have an entire chest of drawers dedicated to undergarments, delicately folded and arranged by color and type. I’ve imagined Daniel running his fingers over the impossibly smooth material before asking the salespeople to wrap each piece carefully for transport. My nipples tighten into points, and I know he can see them. The longing in his gaze is unmistakable.
“Stand so I can look at you,” he says. I set the package on the desk and rise. The fabric caresses my skin as I move. “Turn for me.”
I pivot slowly, careful to keep my outfit within the webcam’s view. Every inch of me is an offering, every word from my mouth an homage. By the time I make it back around, he only has one hand on the desk in front of him.
Tension gathers between my thighs. He smooths his closely cropped beard.
“Now,” he says, “let me see those gorgeous nipples.”
My breath catches. My clit throbs. I want to rub myself but he hasn’t ordered me to, and although we’re an ocean apart and my hands are still my own, I will have to wait because that’s what I’ve agreed to do. I slide the chemise’s delicate straps off my shoulders and draw the garment down below my breasts.
Daniel pins his tongue between his teeth. “Touch them.”
I lift and knead my breasts. My nipples tingle as I flick them gently, drawing a line of pleasure from my breasts straight to my core. I close my eyes and imagine that my hands are Daniel’s. A soft moan floats from my mouth.
“Pinch them,” he says. I squeeze my nipples and flinch at the jolt of pain. He leans toward his laptop screen. “Again. Harder.”
I obey, biting my lips together to stop myself from making noise.
“God, that makes my cock ache,” he says, his eyes half-lidded. I smile. My pain turns him on, and knowing he’s rock-hard and happy turns me on. He sits back in his chair, both hands on the desk. “You may open your present now.”
Frustration and curiosity vie for space inside me. Curiosity wins.
*Part Two is now available as well. Click through to access both.