Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Her Phantom Disciplinarian #dungeoncrawl

I feel like I've been completely out of touch for ages even though it's only been a little over a week. Holidays are different in Holland than in the US so we've had more days off here and with the family at home, there's not much time left for writing, blogging or getting kinky. Happy to be back today just in time for Romancing the Kink's Dungeon Crawl. 

I'm sharing a piece form Aching to Submit, probably the closest to my heart out of all I've written. It's a piece from the opening of the story...enjoy.

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Sophie drew the curtains of the study windows closed. She returned to her desk and cleared the contents from its surface. Unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, she lifted her breasts up out of the cups of her bra. She spread her legs to shoulder width and bent forward, laying her torso across the desk before reaching back to push her panties down to just beneath her hips. She lifted her skirt up over her back to bare her bottom.

She remained like this for a few moments, her arms stretched to either side of the desk, her back arched, imagining how she looked as she prepared to be disciplined.

She glanced once more at the picture of the punished girl on her computer screen, taking in the soft curves of her parted thighs, the stripes of the cane across her buttocks, the glistening pink lips of her bare, exposed sex.

Her nipples pressed against the cool leather top of the desk and her fingers found her swollen, slick nub. She pinched and kneaded, moaning, lifting to stand on the balls of her feet as the muscles of her calves, her thighs, her buttocks tensed. She lay her cheek down on the desk and closed her eyes, giving herself over to her imagination while a stream of sunlight penetrated from between the drawn curtains, warming her face.

Behind her closed eyelids she imagined him, the tall, dark stranger. He had no voice today, although sometimes he chastised her verbally as he punished her physically. She arched her back on his command, lifting herself to him, offering herself to him. She could almost feel the sting of his thick leather belt, hear the sound it would make as it struck soft flesh, know the pain it would deliver.
Moisture soaked her fingers and ran down her thighs as he continued to punish her. She spread her legs wider, wanting more, opening herself to her phantom disciplinarian. 


christinamandara said...

I wonder if there's any chance her phantom discliplinarian might become a reality... ? Delicious snippet.

Roz said...

Ooh, loved this snippet. Delicious and hot!


Megan Michaels said...

My favorite book. Love the book and the snippet!!

Tilly Hunter said...

Love the way you get so deep into her mindset, her need :-)

Jaye Peaches said...

Achingly good! That imagination taking hold, desperate to become real :)

Shelly Douglas said...

Ooh ... I felt like I was right there with her. Yum!!

Maren Smith said...

And....bought! I love this snippet. I can't wait to read this. It is coming with me on my trip to New Orleans next month. We'll have to see if it can surpass your Beast books as one of my favorites. :)

Emily Tilton said...

Oh, I love this scene so much, Natasha. So beautifully layered.

Joseph McNamara said...

Such an erotic, vivid and alluring scene for the character and equally for the reader to sense and feel with her in a most amenable and voyeuristic way... simply loved this !!!

LA Cloutier said...

Wow, Natasha! This was really stunning. Mentioning what she's looking at on her computer screen while she prostrates herself for her imaginary man pulled me right in. I can sense that she's feeling the warmth of those stripes on the other girl as if they were her own. Wishing for it to be her one day.
I hope you post more snippets of this one and happy to hear things are getting back to normal after a long fun filled weekend.

Jolynn Raymond said...

Wow! That had a heat level off the scale. Her mind has conjured up her perfect disciplinarian. I only hope she's able to see her dreams come to fruition soon. I too felt I was watching in a voyeuristic way. Well done!