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Tempting Rendezvous

By Victoria Blisse

Tempting Rendezvous
Paperback, 179 pages paperback Online Price:
ISBN: 9781908262622
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 10th November 2011

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Curvy single mum Leanna is waiting for a man, not just any man. He has to be handsome, intelligent, funny and dominant. Enter Joe. he's a masterful business man who brooks no nonsense and who punishes Leanna in just the way she needs, just the way she likes. He appreciates her curves and uses every excuse to get his hands on them!

Passion sparks between the couple, Naughty liaisons and public games all play to their deepest desires but can their love blossom? Will Joe give up his workaholic lifestyle and Can Leanna learn to trust another person with the most important thing in her life-her child?

It’s the first pebble of a rock slide; the impact of lip to lip shakes our bodies and throws them together and causes them to bump and writhe against each other. I nibble that lower lip. He runs his hand down over my shoulders, down my spine to the hollow just before the curve down to my bottom. A hand of mine strays on to his chest and wiggles its way between buttons before roaming across warm flesh.

My legs uncurl and I am propelled on to my back. His heavy body is on top of me, my hand is trapped between us, his crotch is in my crotch, his legs are between my own and I am trapped, deliciously trapped. Held down and held still, I savour the moment, the sensation of being controlled, knowing that I am not in charge right now, That I am not the responsible one here. I am the controlled, not the controller.

God, it feels good.

‘What do you want?’ The heavy breathing fades into the background and there are concrete words.

‘I … I …’ I stumble, my cheeks flare and I look up into his eyes.

‘Tell me, Leanna, what do you want, right now, right at this moment. Tell me, tell me in detail.’

I can’t look away from those eyes. Those darkening grey eyes. I wait for a flash of lightning to slash through them, as they look so much like gathering storm clouds. I know what he wants to hear, I know his every turn-on and kink. He wants to hear me say it. He wants me to plead for it.

‘I … I …’ The words are there but they stick in my constricted throat. My cheeks feel as if they are burning under his gaze. ‘I want you … inside me.’ It’s weak, I know, but I am building up, gaining my footing. ‘I want you to touch me, to kiss me, to ravish me.’

A low moaning growl escapes his throat as he ducks his head and kisses and bites at my oh-so-sensitive and bared throat. I gurgle and moan my surprised pleasure and continue. I know he wants to hear more.

‘I want you, Joe, I desire you, I need you, Joe. I need you to fuck me.’

His lips graze my collarbone, down into the crevice of my cleavage. His hips press down, his cock hard and luscious through my panties. It is only now I realise that my skirt is up around my hips.

In response, I press my hips up against his bulge, curving my back and grinding my aching breasts against his chest. I move my hand to it and, as I do, I hear the “snap” of the button as it pops off. The movement from above me freezes. The lips still in their path and I let out a gasp.

‘Oh, I am sorry.’ My cheeks flush with a little guilt and a lot of frustration.

‘Look.’ He sits up as he pulls on the middle part of his shirt where his button once was.

‘I’m so sorry. Let me find it and I’ll sew it back on later.’

‘Leanna, you have been very naughty.’

I look up from my half-hearted button search. ‘Yes, I have, sorry.’ My head droops; I’m feeling ashamed.

‘Yes, what?’

I can see it burning in his eyes; he’s not really angry, this is a game. A game I want to play, a game we have played regularly in the safety of the typed word. It’s a whole new ball game in reality, though. My body is zinging and tingling with arousal but can I really let him …?

‘Leanna. I am waiting.’ The loud, angry voice snaps me out of my quandary and makes me start.

‘Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.’ The words come out of my mouth automatically.

‘Good.’ He nods his head and I see just the smallest slip of a wink before his face turns back to concrete lust. ‘Stand up.’

I stand before him, back of my legs knocking the small coffee table, hands hanging at my sides, my eyes directed to the floor.

‘Now take off that skirt.’

My heart is banging so hard, I could swear someone was playing techno in my chest. I slip down my skirt and step out of it. I am very aware of the brief nature of my, erm, briefs.

‘Turn around slowly.’

I pivot, highly aware of his eyes upon my bared buttocks as I go round.

‘My, what erotic panties.’

I blush yet more and bite my lip.

‘Over my knee.’ It is a simple command but one which makes me go all a-flutter.

Joe stands up and walks to the dining table in the corner. He pulls out one of my well-worn, straight-backed chairs and sits down upon it. The button missing in his shirt gives me a wonderfully teasing view of his hair-dappled chest.

I walk over to him, my breath ragged. I try to calm down, forcing myself to take small breaths. I walk close to the side of the chair before I bend over at the waist and lower myself until I am resting in his lap. He’s so hard, so potent, so there, right in the centre of my stomach.

‘OK, Leanna. Now this is your punishment for being so naughty.’

I know he is using that word to turn me on. He knows from our online chat I love the way his voice curls around the word and makes it sound so sexy. Actually, his accent makes virtually any word sound sexy. God help me if I ever go to America; I’d be on the brink of orgasm all the time. Although I don’t know, there is a special purr in Joe’s specific tone that vibrates within me. I don’t think any other man’s voice could do the same.

‘Yes, sir.’ Suddenly the hard palm of his hand impacts on my right buttock. I yelp out in shock more than pain. A brief whoosh of cold air and SMACK! His hard palm strikes my soft yielding buttock flesh with a “whap”. I feel the heat of the imprint as his hand rises again.

The next smack is a little harder and causes a small amount of sharp pain. I really yelp out this time as I realise that he means serious business. My pussy contracts as his hand strikes my reddened and sensitive flesh yet again. I want to cry out, yelling for mercy but I know that will only get me more spanks and, as good and arousing as they are, I want to get to the goods hidden within Joe’s trousers. My buttocks smart and zing as he finishes my punishment.

‘Thank you, sir!’ I say as his hand begins to softly stroke my well-warmed arse. A low, throaty moan lets itself out of my mouth before I can stop it. I hold my breath as his fingers grasp at the thin bar of slinky material that holds up my knickers. I let out a gasp of delight as he rolls the material down over my buttocks, causing them to sting delightfully. I wiggle as he moves them down lower, over my warmed backside, and moan in sheer naughty delight as the wet material is prized away from my sticky pussy.

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and erotica writer. She was born near Manchester, England. She is curvaceous and vivacious and writes about voluptuous women getting the good loving and recognition they deserve.

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