“You are here for my enjoyment.” He slapped her bottom harshly.

She whimpered.

“Turn over,” he demanded, and before she had a chance to obey, he used his own hands to lift her hips and flip her onto her back as though she were a flapjack.

She saw something in his eyes shift. It wasn’t anger, nor was he disappointed, but it was something else. She could not see his thoughts, and it worried her. She was giving her entire body over to him. She trusted him to do as he wished for his enjoyment, and that would ultimately gratify her own as well.

“Do you think you should have your legs open or closed?” he asked firmly.

She didn’t respond, but merely opened her legs as wide as she could for him.


Excerpt from “Dinner at Home, Dark Desires