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BDSM TAPAS ANYONE?
Here's and excerpt OF RELUCTANT SURRENDER. To set this up, Ethan's explaining to Colin the rules of the BDSM Tapas scenes he's planned for her. Here's the two of them going into the first scene...
COLIN RENEAUX
ETHAN WHITE
“Colin?”
She hated that his tone was calm and reasonable.
“Look at me.”
How could she refuse? Tilting her chin up, she stared right at him. “Yes?”
“Are you saying no because you’ve tried it and didn’t like it?”
She wasn’t going to lie to him. Even though every fiber in her being wanted to because a lie in this instance would be so much easier than the truth, she couldn’t. “I have never tried it, nor do I care to.”
“Let’s see about that, shall we? Second rule, are you ready?”
She knew what he was doing. Pushing ahead. This was probably a good thing, given that she was ready to run, so she wasn’t going to complain.
“You have to share information with me. Give me feedback and speak truthfully about the experience afterward.”
That didn’t sound too hard. She let go of her grip on the chair and was just settling back when he added, “No matter what.”
If he was trying to freak her out it was working. “Are you purposely trying to scare me?”
“No. Just the opposite. I want you informed, capable and ready to explore. Are there any things you’ve tried before and you don’t like? Anything that’s been done to you that instantly turned you off?”
She didn’t realize she was drumming her index finger on the chair arm until she noticed him staring at it. Meh, he could have been staring at her leg that was crossed over her other one, because that was bopping up and down too.
“Colin?”
She stilled and a spurt of nervous adrenaline made her confess. “I’m not going to spank you, even if you have a blindfold on. And I don’t like pretending to be a parent. I’m not anyone’s mother, okay?”
“I’m relieved to hear that.”
“What? That I don’t have any children?”
“No, that you don’t want to spank or blindfold me. That would be a deal breaker.” He gave her a pointed look. “You do realize that.”
Searching his face, she let out a breath. “So you never want a woman to do those things to you?” He shook his head. “Never?” He continued shaking his head. “Ever? Wow.”
“That surprises you?”
“Yeah, because John said all guys liked these kinds of things so I just assumed.”
“Are you disappointed?”
Hardly, it was more like impressed. Just the thought that there were guys out there who didn’t ever want a woman to baby them was encouraging.
“No I’m relieved.”
“I’m glad.” He stood and offered her his hand. “Let’s begin.” Walking her to the door, he explained, “You’re going to go out into the hall and stand there. I want you to slowly count to a hundred. When you reach a hundred take three deep breaths and then knock on the door. I’ll say ‘you may come in’ and once back inside here I want you to listen to what I’m saying and I want you to put yourself in a place—a believable place—where you can react to the situation I create. You need to relax and let your imagination take over. Okay?”
“I’ve done this before.”
“What did I say about rolling your eyes?”
Realizing her attempt to be cute was a bust, she swallowed. “Sorry.”
“I won’t tolerate that kind of behavior here. It ruins it for me.”
Hearing that, she wanted to crawl under a rock. Her stomach somersaulted and she nodded. She’d try. For him. So when he left her standing in the hallway counting out a hundred, she concentrated on keeping her nerves in check. She’d almost lost her count twice because all she could think about was how boring and stupid those playacting scenes were with John. Would this scenario Ethan called a scene wreck how she felt around him? She really liked the sexual hum she’d been experiencing since meeting him and she didn’t want to lose it. Not yet.
A hundred.
Three deep breaths later she knocked.
“Come in.”
She fully expected him to be sitting behind his desk, ready to be the bossy-boss to her meek little secretary. She should have known better.
“Sit down, Ms. Reneaux.”
He hadn’t turned around. He stood with his back to her, staring up at the twin Irish setters in the painting over the fireplace. Boy he had a nice butt. She wasn’t going to examine those broad shoulders. They always made her sigh.
Figuring this was her move, she seated herself and asked, “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes I did.” He spun around to face her. “I know what you’ve done.” He started to come toward her and then veered off. Twisting to look over her shoulder, she saw him go to the door and lock it.
“I haven’t done anything.”
“Security tapes don’t lie, Ms. Reneaux. I saw you take that portable scanner. I know how hard times are getting, but that was company property.” He stood close, just behind her and made a tsk, tsk sound.
“I didn’t steal it.” She scooted forward in her seat to get some distance between them. “I borrowed it. Just for the night. I brought it back the next day, you can check.”
Suddenly this game was looking up. If she paid attention, maybe she could outsmart him. “A lot of things have gone missing in my company lately.” He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “Computers, scanners, security tapes…possibly even the one that proves you returned the item. Not that the return cleans the slate by any means.”
Darn, he was good. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have taken the machine home if I had enough time to finish scanning all those copies for you during regular work hours. If you’d given me the extension like I asked for I wouldn’t have—”
“And why do you think I didn’t give you enough time to do your work, Ms. Reneaux?” He let go of her shoulder and came around, leaning his hip against the desk. “No ideas? Can’t you guess?” He stared right at her. Heating her up until she shivered.
“No.”
“Undo your blouse.”
“What? I will not.” Automatically her hand went to her collar and she shot back in the chair.
“Undo it.” His voice was steady. His eyes penetrating.
The game had taken a turn and she had a choice to make. Either she relaxed and went with it or—
“Ms. Reneaux?”
She never took her eyes off him. Undoing the buttons, she shook her hair behind her shoulders and let the blouse slide off to pool around her bottom. “Happy?”
“I will be.” He crossed his arms over his chest and ordered, “Now the bra.”
She made as if she were going to comply and then stopped. “You know that I returned that scanner.”
He didn’t blink. “Yes, but no one else does. So, if you want to keep your job with the company you’ll take off that bra. Now. Without complaining.”
She blushed, averted her gaze and reached for the clasp at her back.
“Look at me, Ms. Reneaux.”
“I—”
“Shhh, keep your eyes on me. That’s right. Take off the bra and starting tomorrow I want you to wear only ones that do up at the front. I prefer cream color over white. It will go better with your skin tone.” His eyes roamed over her, appraising her. “I think a lace push-up would suit you. Eyes on me and take it off.”
The clasp undid with a snap and her arms locked against her rib cage, catching the sides of it before it fell forward.
“Come on. Don’t get shy on me now,” he whispered. Coming away from the desk he towered over her. “Do you like what you see, Ms. Reneaux?”
Ugh. Caught eyeing the growing bulge in his pants, what could she say? She was just ready to tell him her gaze had been locked on the floor when he smiled. A real sinful smile that melted her fears and stroked her from the inside out, causing her to boldly change her planned answer. “Yes.”
“Give me the bra.”
She hunched her shoulders and let it slip down her arms. Carefully she folded it before she handed it over.
“Now the shirt.”
The second she gave it to him she was utterly conscious of her partial nudity. Totally aware that her breasts were tight and heavy. That her nipples had hardened to stony peaks while the sexual hum played a fine tune, zinging in her belly and lower, making the muscles between her legs clench and squeeze in anticipation.
He went around the desk and sat. “Gather your hair in a ponytail with both hands and twist it up.”
She was halfway through doing as he asked and realized how vulnerable and open this position made her. There was no way to accomplish the task and maintain any modesty.
“You have beautiful breasts, Ms. Reneaux. Round and full. No, keep your arms up. I want to look at your tits.”
She was sure she was blushing right down to her navel.
“Even your nipples are gorgeous. Small and tight.” His chair creaked and she shivered. “They’re a delectable peach color. I’m going to enjoy them.”
She closed her eyes and when she opened them, he was right in front of her. “You can put your arms down now.” He helped her and took his time tucking her springy curls behind her ears. “So soft,” he murmured, dragging the backs of his knuckles across one breast, down into the valley and up over the other one. “So pretty.”
He paid close attention to one breast. Rubbing, plucking and pulling at her nipple until her insides turned to jelly and she wished he’d kiss her or touch her more. “I think you like this, Ms. Reneaux.” He gently tugged once, twice, on her nipple and her toes curled inside her shoes. “Too bad I don’t have more time today to see just how much you like it. Here.” He handed her the blouse. “You can put this back on, but I’m keeping the bra.”
She wasn’t going to question him. She was hot, flustered and ashamed of herself because somewhere along the line she crossed it and this wasn’t a game to her anymore. Nope, she truly wished in her heart of hearts, that she was the Ms. Reneaux who stole the scanner with a hunky boss ready to blackmail her for sex because of it.
“I better go.” Her voice sounded husky. Low. Unsure. “Please.”
He leaned down. His mouth was at her ear as he said, “I want you to buy a new bra. One that does up at the front. Just as I told you. Cream. Lace. Push-up. I also want you to buy a new lipstick. A red one. Bright red, Ms. Reneaux.” He rubbed his cheek against the side of her head and she almost fainted. Her heart skittered and raced. “I want you to wear that lipstick every day. For me. As a reminder that your lips no longer belong to you. I own that mouth now. And soon, very soon, I’ll show you how I intend to put it to good use. Frequent use. I can’t wait.” He expelled a sigh that rocketed though her so fast she was glad she was seated.
“Go on, little girl. Go back to work.”
The moment he moved, giving her room, she shot up. She was nearly to the door when he called, “It might be prudent to buy the cream lace panties that go with the bra. You don’t want to disappoint me tomorrow, do you?”
Here's a excerpt of my next "Surrender" story, REQUIRED SURRENDER
COLIN RENEAUX
ETHAN WHITE
“Colin?”
She hated that his tone was calm and reasonable.
“Look at me.”
How could she refuse? Tilting her chin up, she stared right at him. “Yes?”
“Are you saying no because you’ve tried it and didn’t like it?”
She wasn’t going to lie to him. Even though every fiber in her being wanted to because a lie in this instance would be so much easier than the truth, she couldn’t. “I have never tried it, nor do I care to.”
“Let’s see about that, shall we? Second rule, are you ready?”
She knew what he was doing. Pushing ahead. This was probably a good thing, given that she was ready to run, so she wasn’t going to complain.
“You have to share information with me. Give me feedback and speak truthfully about the experience afterward.”
That didn’t sound too hard. She let go of her grip on the chair and was just settling back when he added, “No matter what.”
If he was trying to freak her out it was working. “Are you purposely trying to scare me?”
“No. Just the opposite. I want you informed, capable and ready to explore. Are there any things you’ve tried before and you don’t like? Anything that’s been done to you that instantly turned you off?”
She didn’t realize she was drumming her index finger on the chair arm until she noticed him staring at it. Meh, he could have been staring at her leg that was crossed over her other one, because that was bopping up and down too.
“Colin?”
She stilled and a spurt of nervous adrenaline made her confess. “I’m not going to spank you, even if you have a blindfold on. And I don’t like pretending to be a parent. I’m not anyone’s mother, okay?”
“I’m relieved to hear that.”
“What? That I don’t have any children?”
“No, that you don’t want to spank or blindfold me. That would be a deal breaker.” He gave her a pointed look. “You do realize that.”
Searching his face, she let out a breath. “So you never want a woman to do those things to you?” He shook his head. “Never?” He continued shaking his head. “Ever? Wow.”
“That surprises you?”
“Yeah, because John said all guys liked these kinds of things so I just assumed.”
“Are you disappointed?”
Hardly, it was more like impressed. Just the thought that there were guys out there who didn’t ever want a woman to baby them was encouraging.
“No I’m relieved.”
“I’m glad.” He stood and offered her his hand. “Let’s begin.” Walking her to the door, he explained, “You’re going to go out into the hall and stand there. I want you to slowly count to a hundred. When you reach a hundred take three deep breaths and then knock on the door. I’ll say ‘you may come in’ and once back inside here I want you to listen to what I’m saying and I want you to put yourself in a place—a believable place—where you can react to the situation I create. You need to relax and let your imagination take over. Okay?”
“I’ve done this before.”
“What did I say about rolling your eyes?”
Realizing her attempt to be cute was a bust, she swallowed. “Sorry.”
“I won’t tolerate that kind of behavior here. It ruins it for me.”
Hearing that, she wanted to crawl under a rock. Her stomach somersaulted and she nodded. She’d try. For him. So when he left her standing in the hallway counting out a hundred, she concentrated on keeping her nerves in check. She’d almost lost her count twice because all she could think about was how boring and stupid those playacting scenes were with John. Would this scenario Ethan called a scene wreck how she felt around him? She really liked the sexual hum she’d been experiencing since meeting him and she didn’t want to lose it. Not yet.
A hundred.
Three deep breaths later she knocked.
“Come in.”
She fully expected him to be sitting behind his desk, ready to be the bossy-boss to her meek little secretary. She should have known better.
“Sit down, Ms. Reneaux.”
He hadn’t turned around. He stood with his back to her, staring up at the twin Irish setters in the painting over the fireplace. Boy he had a nice butt. She wasn’t going to examine those broad shoulders. They always made her sigh.
Figuring this was her move, she seated herself and asked, “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes I did.” He spun around to face her. “I know what you’ve done.” He started to come toward her and then veered off. Twisting to look over her shoulder, she saw him go to the door and lock it.
“I haven’t done anything.”
“Security tapes don’t lie, Ms. Reneaux. I saw you take that portable scanner. I know how hard times are getting, but that was company property.” He stood close, just behind her and made a tsk, tsk sound.
“I didn’t steal it.” She scooted forward in her seat to get some distance between them. “I borrowed it. Just for the night. I brought it back the next day, you can check.”
Suddenly this game was looking up. If she paid attention, maybe she could outsmart him. “A lot of things have gone missing in my company lately.” He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “Computers, scanners, security tapes…possibly even the one that proves you returned the item. Not that the return cleans the slate by any means.”
Darn, he was good. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have taken the machine home if I had enough time to finish scanning all those copies for you during regular work hours. If you’d given me the extension like I asked for I wouldn’t have—”
“And why do you think I didn’t give you enough time to do your work, Ms. Reneaux?” He let go of her shoulder and came around, leaning his hip against the desk. “No ideas? Can’t you guess?” He stared right at her. Heating her up until she shivered.
“No.”
“Undo your blouse.”
“What? I will not.” Automatically her hand went to her collar and she shot back in the chair.
“Undo it.” His voice was steady. His eyes penetrating.
The game had taken a turn and she had a choice to make. Either she relaxed and went with it or—
“Ms. Reneaux?”
She never took her eyes off him. Undoing the buttons, she shook her hair behind her shoulders and let the blouse slide off to pool around her bottom. “Happy?”
“I will be.” He crossed his arms over his chest and ordered, “Now the bra.”
She made as if she were going to comply and then stopped. “You know that I returned that scanner.”
He didn’t blink. “Yes, but no one else does. So, if you want to keep your job with the company you’ll take off that bra. Now. Without complaining.”
She blushed, averted her gaze and reached for the clasp at her back.
“Look at me, Ms. Reneaux.”
“I—”
“Shhh, keep your eyes on me. That’s right. Take off the bra and starting tomorrow I want you to wear only ones that do up at the front. I prefer cream color over white. It will go better with your skin tone.” His eyes roamed over her, appraising her. “I think a lace push-up would suit you. Eyes on me and take it off.”
The clasp undid with a snap and her arms locked against her rib cage, catching the sides of it before it fell forward.
“Come on. Don’t get shy on me now,” he whispered. Coming away from the desk he towered over her. “Do you like what you see, Ms. Reneaux?”
Ugh. Caught eyeing the growing bulge in his pants, what could she say? She was just ready to tell him her gaze had been locked on the floor when he smiled. A real sinful smile that melted her fears and stroked her from the inside out, causing her to boldly change her planned answer. “Yes.”
“Give me the bra.”
She hunched her shoulders and let it slip down her arms. Carefully she folded it before she handed it over.
“Now the shirt.”
The second she gave it to him she was utterly conscious of her partial nudity. Totally aware that her breasts were tight and heavy. That her nipples had hardened to stony peaks while the sexual hum played a fine tune, zinging in her belly and lower, making the muscles between her legs clench and squeeze in anticipation.
He went around the desk and sat. “Gather your hair in a ponytail with both hands and twist it up.”
She was halfway through doing as he asked and realized how vulnerable and open this position made her. There was no way to accomplish the task and maintain any modesty.
“You have beautiful breasts, Ms. Reneaux. Round and full. No, keep your arms up. I want to look at your tits.”
She was sure she was blushing right down to her navel.
“Even your nipples are gorgeous. Small and tight.” His chair creaked and she shivered. “They’re a delectable peach color. I’m going to enjoy them.”
She closed her eyes and when she opened them, he was right in front of her. “You can put your arms down now.” He helped her and took his time tucking her springy curls behind her ears. “So soft,” he murmured, dragging the backs of his knuckles across one breast, down into the valley and up over the other one. “So pretty.”
He paid close attention to one breast. Rubbing, plucking and pulling at her nipple until her insides turned to jelly and she wished he’d kiss her or touch her more. “I think you like this, Ms. Reneaux.” He gently tugged once, twice, on her nipple and her toes curled inside her shoes. “Too bad I don’t have more time today to see just how much you like it. Here.” He handed her the blouse. “You can put this back on, but I’m keeping the bra.”
She wasn’t going to question him. She was hot, flustered and ashamed of herself because somewhere along the line she crossed it and this wasn’t a game to her anymore. Nope, she truly wished in her heart of hearts, that she was the Ms. Reneaux who stole the scanner with a hunky boss ready to blackmail her for sex because of it.
“I better go.” Her voice sounded husky. Low. Unsure. “Please.”
He leaned down. His mouth was at her ear as he said, “I want you to buy a new bra. One that does up at the front. Just as I told you. Cream. Lace. Push-up. I also want you to buy a new lipstick. A red one. Bright red, Ms. Reneaux.” He rubbed his cheek against the side of her head and she almost fainted. Her heart skittered and raced. “I want you to wear that lipstick every day. For me. As a reminder that your lips no longer belong to you. I own that mouth now. And soon, very soon, I’ll show you how I intend to put it to good use. Frequent use. I can’t wait.” He expelled a sigh that rocketed though her so fast she was glad she was seated.
“Go on, little girl. Go back to work.”
The moment he moved, giving her room, she shot up. She was nearly to the door when he called, “It might be prudent to buy the cream lace panties that go with the bra. You don’t want to disappoint me tomorrow, do you?”
Here's a excerpt of my next "Surrender" story, REQUIRED SURRENDER
