From the Top Shelf - Dare to Surrender

 

My friend SNP (Slightly Naughty Princess) sent me a steamy excerpt from a book called Dare to Surrender by Lilli Feisty.  It was printed in 2010 and is about Joy, a woman who works for an art gallery. She meets Ash, an artist who also enjoys tying girls up. She wants to display his work. He talks to her and shows her some of his work in a back room, and for some crazy reason she takes a statue of his. From there they develop a relationship, which happily includes spanking as well as some steamy sex.

..."He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, knowing she shouldn't be allowing this to happen but unable to stop it. He put her down in front of the kitchen table and yanked off her shirt, her bra. She tried to cover herself, but he pushed her hands aside, cupping one breast as he bent to lick around her other nipple, teasing her until she leaned back against the table...

"Spread for me, Joy."

She felt his other hand moving to cup her between her legs, his hand warm thought the fabric of her sweats. His palm pressed against her clit as his long fingers reached to firmly grasp her until she was rubbing against his hand, getting wet for him. Ready.

"Turn around."

Slowly, she turned to face the kitchen table. With a sweep of his arm, he flung the piles of books and papers onto the floor. She felt his hand on her upper back, urging her body to rest against the warm wood. Wasn't she supposed to be talking to him about something? Oh, right, her latest hobby, thievery.

But then he was tugging her sweats and panties down her legs, and she kicked them off. She was naked, bent over, exposed.

Sex now. Talk later.

His hands were on her, rubbing her shoulders, her arms, her back; such calming hands. She felt his long fingers on her ass, his hand warm as he ran his palm over the curve of her body, from her lower back to the fleshly part at the bottom.

"You have a beautiful ass, Joy."

Normally she'd protest the compliment, but now she was so far gone she just smiled.

Then she felt a light slap on her bottom; he'd spanked her. She paused for a second, but when he massaged the area he'd just spanked, she sighed, comforted.

"Did you like that, Joy?"

"Yes, do it again." She couldn't help but think of Cartwright. With him she'd been passive, timid even. Now, a pleasurable tingle surged through her, making her brave enough to ask for what she wanted.

He slapped her harder, and the sting, surprisingly, melted her even more. She seemed to sink into the kitchen table, and when he took her arms and stretched them to the side, she held on to the edge, bracing herself.

Again, he slapped her, and she felt her pussy go a little wetter, loving the way the pain quickly turned into delicious pleasure. She closed her eyes, let him spank her again and again, loving the sounds of his palm slapping her skin.  Each time his hand struck her, she clenched her fists around the table and inhaled sharply. It hurt. She loved it.

"Ash...it feels so..."

"Good?"

"Yes." her pussy was dripping, throbbing. Need rushed through her veins, filling her everywhere.

 Slap, slap, slap...every smack was a bit harder than the last, and she was squirming, lost in sensation...Her legs trembled as she moved her legs as far apart as she could.

He leaned across her back, and she felt his breath near her ear. "You're a bad girl, aren't you, Joy? You deserved that spanking."

You have no idea, she thought, picturing the stolen sculpture.

Thank you, SNP. I'll have to search for that book at the local library to see how it ends.