Excerpt (unedited) ... The Dom's Invitation

EXCERPT... Light caught my attention and I turned to see where it was coming from. My gaze was immediately drawn to the house behind. In an instant, an image of him walking around naked invaded my mind and I felt my face heat. I was about to stroll over and turn the kitchen light on when I noticed a woman dressed in a tight red dress enter the room where he’d opened the bi-fold doors, with him walking in behind her. He’s not alone. I don’t know why, but my mood suddenly took a nose-dive. I knew it. He’s taken. Even though he was with someone before my very eyes, I couldn’t seem to tear myself away from watching them. The opened curtains moved gently at each side of the doors, and I knew he’d opened them right up to allow the gentle cool breeze off the river, into the house. It was only then I noticed shadows dancing provocatively on the far wall, his and her silhouettes painting a sensual picture in the flickering light of some burning candles. Lucky girl, I sighed wistfully, and took my hand away from reaching for the light switch. I eventually tore my eyes away from them to pour my coffee. But once my coffee was made, I found my eyes drawn back to the window, searching the room of the house beyond, to watch what was unfolding. From the seductive movement of the one shadow on the wall, I couldn’t quite work out what was going on, so I moved, shifting to stand in front of the sink so I had a better view straight through the doors he’d opened. I continually sipped at my coffee, appreciating the bitter taste sliding down my throat. I no longer felt tired. Maybe the caffeine’s working. I was completely glued to what was unfolding. The woman looked like she was performing a strip-tease for his pleasure, her body moving so sensually I knew she must be listening to some sort of music. It wasn’t loud enough for me to hear anything, but the way she moved looked like she was keeping time with something. My brows raised when I saw her slowly peeling her red dress off her body. Oh, my God. When she tossed her dress away, she was left standing in a tight-fitted red corset, black seamed stockings and a garter that matched the seat of a chair I could see closer to the back wall. She looked so damned sexy. When I saw the guy stand up, my eyes were temporarily trained on him. Guess the strip show’s over. Then, he walked over to stand beside the chair I’d seen, and she stopped right in front of it. Enthralled, I watched him carefully sit her on the well-padded, blood-red seat. Then my jaw dropped open when he picked up a thick, red cloth, and placed it over her eyes, tying it off behind her head. What the … He knelt down in front of her and my eyes widened when he thrust her legs apart, then tethered them, one at a time around the ankle, to the front legs of the chair, with blood-red rope. Standing, he walked around behind her, and came to a stop. His head lowered, and I swear I felt the slight brush of his lips as I watched him kiss the back of her neck, and a shiver raced down the length of my spine when I saw his hands take possession of her wrists. The hairs stood up on the nape of my neck, and I absently reached one hand up to rub my heated palm over them, pushing them back down. He dragged her arms behind her back, around the sides of the chair, and kept them there while he slid the tie off from around his neck. He wrapped it around her wrists, and for a second, I allowed my brain to let me pretend it was me on that chair. I drew my head back in shock at my reaction, and the increasing heat between my legs. My heart was beating faster and harder, and as I moved a little to the left of the sink to get a better angle, I watched him leave the room. Where’d he go? My eyes flicked straight over to the window in his kitchen, but I didn’t see him. Then he returned, entering the room with something long and red in his hand. What is that? I gasped when I saw him slap one end down on the palm of his other hand. Is that a riding crop? Oh, Jesus. It is. A shiver of desire rippled through my womb and I clasped my hand between my legs, filling my palm with warmth, my eyes closing for the briefest moment to savor the first tingle of the edge of a fingertip grazing along one side of my clit. What in the hell is wrong with me? I’m getting off perving on my neighbor? Totally disgusted with myself for becoming a peeping Tom, I reached out and pulled the chord to drop the blind, covering the window. Out of sight, out of mind. © Copyright Carol Delmornay 2019 All Rights Reserved. Pic credit: Google Images.