Chronicles of Raan (Three BDSM Fantasy Novellas) by Tara Crescent Page B
Authors: Tara Crescent
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noticeable bulge in his pants; I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. He saw my gaze, and reached out and grabbed my hand, placing it on his hard bulge. I stroked him through the fabric of his pants, my pussy dripping as I heard him growl in arousal.
“Inside…” he repeated, his voice hoarse with need.
We went in. I looked around in curiosity.
“It's a friend's place,” he said. “I borrow it from time to time to write in.”
Also to have sex in? I wondered, but didn't comment. The butterflies had reappeared in my stomach.
The inside of the cottage was lovely. There was an open concept kitchen/living space on one side, a king-size bed in the other, and one of the walls was mostly window, which looked out to the ocean.
Ryan drew me towards the bed. “Ready to play, Maya?” he asked. His breathing was steady again, he was back to his usual half-mocking, half-amused composure, but my courage was fortified by his erection, and I boldly reached out and traced the outline of his manhood through his pants.
“I think we're both ready, don't you?” I said softly.
Ryan laughed. “Oh no, no, Maya. We play by my rules here... You wanted a safeword earlier, no? Your safeword will be red. Got it?” His words were serious, but his voice was amused.
“Red.” I repeated.
“Stand still.” Ryan moved to stand in front of me. His right hand reached out, and very softly stroked the side of my left breast. I moaned, and leaned towards him.
He stopped instantly. “Nope. Stand still, Maya. You obey, we continue. Okay?”
Crap. This was going to be hard. I wanted to feel his entire body pressed up against mine. I wanted to kneel and take his cock into my mouth. I wanted to pleasure him and feel him pleasure me. I most definitely did not want to stand still. But stand still I did. His tone had left no room for disobedience.
I nodded.
His hands didn't resume touching my breasts. He instead moved around to my back, and very lightly traced the chain holding the dress together. The ends of the chain were clasped together, and he pulled me very slightly into him in order to unclasp the chain.
“I'm assuming that if I unclasp this, the dress comes undone?” he asked.
I nodded again. My body was screaming in arousal, and I didn't trust myself to speak.
“Cat got your tongue, Maya?” Again, that tone of amusement. “Ah, there it goes.” Clasp undone, the dress fell to my waist. Ryan found the zipper and unzipped the rest of the dress, and guided me out of it.
The dress had been backless, and I had therefore elected to skip wearing a bra. I was clad in the tiniest pair of lacy panties, and nothing else. Goosebumps instantly appeared all over my body, as I fought to resist the temptation to cover my breasts.
“Good girl. Hands at your sides, please.” Ryan's voice was level and low-key, but there was no pretending that that wasn't an order. I did as I was told. He smiled warmly in approval of my obedience. God, that smile! It was no wonder women threw themselves at him. That smile was a drug, addictive and potent. I would do whatever he wanted, as long as he kept smiling at me.
His hands were at the side of my breasts again, stroking very lightly, stoking the fire of my arousal. I was shaking slightly, and fighting the desire to lean into him again. His fingers gradually traced their way to my breasts, now cupping them very slightly, squeezing them gently... it was incredibly erotic. I closed my eyes.
“Nope. Eyes open, please Maya.” His voice was curt. I instantly opened my eyes.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
“You're doing great, Maya.” he said, smiling at me. “Come on...”
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If you would like to read more of Ryan and Maya, pick up their story, Teaching Maya .
“Inside…” he repeated, his voice hoarse with need.
We went in. I looked around in curiosity.
“It's a friend's place,” he said. “I borrow it from time to time to write in.”
Also to have sex in? I wondered, but didn't comment. The butterflies had reappeared in my stomach.
The inside of the cottage was lovely. There was an open concept kitchen/living space on one side, a king-size bed in the other, and one of the walls was mostly window, which looked out to the ocean.
Ryan drew me towards the bed. “Ready to play, Maya?” he asked. His breathing was steady again, he was back to his usual half-mocking, half-amused composure, but my courage was fortified by his erection, and I boldly reached out and traced the outline of his manhood through his pants.
“I think we're both ready, don't you?” I said softly.
Ryan laughed. “Oh no, no, Maya. We play by my rules here... You wanted a safeword earlier, no? Your safeword will be red. Got it?” His words were serious, but his voice was amused.
“Red.” I repeated.
“Stand still.” Ryan moved to stand in front of me. His right hand reached out, and very softly stroked the side of my left breast. I moaned, and leaned towards him.
He stopped instantly. “Nope. Stand still, Maya. You obey, we continue. Okay?”
Crap. This was going to be hard. I wanted to feel his entire body pressed up against mine. I wanted to kneel and take his cock into my mouth. I wanted to pleasure him and feel him pleasure me. I most definitely did not want to stand still. But stand still I did. His tone had left no room for disobedience.
I nodded.
His hands didn't resume touching my breasts. He instead moved around to my back, and very lightly traced the chain holding the dress together. The ends of the chain were clasped together, and he pulled me very slightly into him in order to unclasp the chain.
“I'm assuming that if I unclasp this, the dress comes undone?” he asked.
I nodded again. My body was screaming in arousal, and I didn't trust myself to speak.
“Cat got your tongue, Maya?” Again, that tone of amusement. “Ah, there it goes.” Clasp undone, the dress fell to my waist. Ryan found the zipper and unzipped the rest of the dress, and guided me out of it.
The dress had been backless, and I had therefore elected to skip wearing a bra. I was clad in the tiniest pair of lacy panties, and nothing else. Goosebumps instantly appeared all over my body, as I fought to resist the temptation to cover my breasts.
“Good girl. Hands at your sides, please.” Ryan's voice was level and low-key, but there was no pretending that that wasn't an order. I did as I was told. He smiled warmly in approval of my obedience. God, that smile! It was no wonder women threw themselves at him. That smile was a drug, addictive and potent. I would do whatever he wanted, as long as he kept smiling at me.
His hands were at the side of my breasts again, stroking very lightly, stoking the fire of my arousal. I was shaking slightly, and fighting the desire to lean into him again. His fingers gradually traced their way to my breasts, now cupping them very slightly, squeezing them gently... it was incredibly erotic. I closed my eyes.
“Nope. Eyes open, please Maya.” His voice was curt. I instantly opened my eyes.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
“You're doing great, Maya.” he said, smiling at me. “Come on...”
***
If you would like to read more of Ryan and Maya, pick up their story, Teaching Maya .
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