The Three R’s – a story of desire and domination set in the north of England
Here’s a HOT snippet, taken from the bonus chapter only available when you buy direct from Totally Bound
“Will you trust me, Abbie? Will you let me have my way this evening?”
I bury my nose in his shoulder, my hips gyrating of their own accord. Don’t I always let him have his way?
My non-verbal signals are not sufficient, it seems. “Abbie? Do I have your submission tonight? Totally?”
He tips up my chin with his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. His expression is one of enquiry, uncertainty even. I frown, puzzled at his insistence. He rubs my nose with his, the gesture comforting. It’s only as he offers me reassurance that I realise I need it. He is scaring me.
“I have something special in mind for you, sweetheart. Something—challenging. You may not like it much, at least, not at first. I promise you it’ll be worth it though.”
“Are you going to hurt me? More than usual, I mean…?” My voice is a whisper. Even if his response is yes, I know I’m not backing out.
“No, not hurt exactly. I will shock you though, push you right out of your comfort zone and keep you out there. You’ll find what I have in mind for you this evening difficult, but that’s why it’s so fulfilling. That’s where the edge comes from, the thrill, the excitement. And you love excitement, don’t you, my sweet little slut?”
I can only stare at him, my common sense and instinct for self-preservation warring with my spirit of exploration. My curiosity is on overdrive, I can no more let this opportunity pass me by than I can unravel the mysteries of time travel. Really, there’s no contest at all. I’m smiling, leaning up to kiss him, reaching to comb my fingers through his hair.
My whispered response is sufficient, and he quickly breaks the kiss and lifts me in his arms. He places me on the bed, drops another light kiss on my mouth before heading for the chest. He reaches inside his box of tricks, coming out with the now familiar black silk ropes. He tosses those onto the bed beside me then reaches back into the wooden box, to emerge with a short, soft leather strap. And a blindfold. He winks at me, drops these latest ‘toys’ onto the bed and reaches once more into the chest. A tube of lubricant and a black silicone spanking paddle are soon beside the other items.
“I need something else, from downstairs. I’ll be back in a minute.”
He leaves me to contemplate my immediate future as he slips quickly from the room. His footsteps recede, then moments later his tread is on the staircase again. He comes back into the room carrying a glass. He stops alongside the bed, shakes the glass gently. I hear a clinking sound. Ice?
“What’s in there?” My voice is little more than a whisper, and despite my curiosity I’m starting to have second thoughts. I’m trying to piece together the clues. Rope? That means I’ll be tied up. Not a problem, done that before. The spanking paddle? Fine too. Exhilarating even. The strap is a bit more puzzling, but not especially threatening. It’s not long enough to use to beat me, and even if it were, I’d live with that. The lube means anal play, surely? Maybe that’s the aspect he thinks I’ll struggle with. Maybe he’s right. I enjoyed it before, eventually, but I know full well there’s more he could do than just slip his fingers into my arse. Oh yes, that could hurt. And definitely shock.
Another sharp rattle from the glass, and I tear my eyes away from the collection on the bed.
“Thinking time’s over. Are you ready to proceed, Miss Fischer?”