The Dom's Invitation (excerpt)

Working Title : The Dom's Invitation

Release Date : May 2020 (hopefully)

EXCERPT.... (unedited)

SIENNA

Oh, shit. I swallowed. Something that was hard to do considering there was a huge lump right in the middle of my throat that just wouldn’t go. His words reverberated around inside my head. “What you should have said, is Yes, Sir.”

Strip. He wants me to strip. Just so I’m naked? “You just want me to take my clothes off … right here?” I asked, looking around the kitchen.

“No,” he began and my brows furrowed even deeper. He doesn’t want me naked, now? “I said strip, which is totally different to getting naked.” Now, I was really lost. To me, they were one and the same.

“But you said strip, and now you don’t want me to take my clothes off?”

“Silly girl,” Tanner chuckled, shifting the stool so he could get more comfortable, anticipating a showstopper of a performance. “Yes, I want you to strip. If I wanted you to just get naked, I would have said so.”

“So … you want me to strip, like a stripper?”

Tanner maddeningly chuckled again. The thought absolutely horrified me. I suddenly had a very dry mouth.

“If you can strip like a stripper, I’m in for one hell of a show.”

“Pft,” I snorted. “I can’t strip like a stripper! If that’s what you want, you’re going to be sorely disappointed with what I have to offer.”

“I can see I’m going to have to explain everything to you,” he reluctantly agreed on a sigh of resignation. “When I say strip, I want you to strip, like you’re giving me the best show you can put on. Teasing me. Tempting me. Alluring me. If I say get naked, that’s when you can just throw your clothes off in any direction,” he clarified with a salacious smirk, and mirth dancing in his eyes.

Oh, my God! I was never more self-conscious than I was right at this moment. And I seriously regretted not putting a bra on this morning. To wear one beneath my silk blouse just didn’t work. The whole outline of the thing was visible. I knew my nipples were more noticeable, but I hadn’t caught very many who had focused their attention on them through the day, instead of my eyes.

Music was still playing loud, the way I liked it. My sound system could hold up to five discs at a time. Avril Lavigne gave way to Meatloaf singing about the Lost and Found, and I knew Queen was going to be playing next.

Strip, huh? Without provocation, my hips began to move to the beat of the song playing. What do they say? Dance like no one is watching? But Tanner’s watching. If I’m going to do something like that, I need to close my eyes. Then I can pretend that no one is here.

My eyelids drooped, and my hips began a kind of slow figure eight movement. Before long, my hands wanted to become part of the action. With my eyes closed, my ears became more sensitive; the music clearer … crisper … louder. For one second, I wished I hadn’t worn any panties. My palms slid up and down the front of my short skirt, the material bunching up on both sides, only dropping back around my thighs once my hands moved further up my body.

My deep pink skirt would give me a Marilyn Monroe moment if I stood over the top of a vent, but inside, out of reach of the wind, it just swished around my thighs. My palms trailed upward, slowly encroaching toward my breasts. Maybe not wearing a bra has beneficial moments.

The tips of my fingers reached the soft curve at the base of my breasts, and I slid my palms over the top, pausing for a moment to squeeze them in my hands … so soft … The pointed tips of my nipples pushed into the surface of my palms through my blouse.

With an extra hard squeeze that made me suck in a breath, I lifted my palms just above my burgeoning tips, then lowered them until they just touched, a thin layer of silk the only thing separating my palm from my nipple. Rotating my hands moved the material over the very tips of them, spreading a tingle that I felt the effect of right down in the tightening behind my clit. Like there was some sort of magical connection between the two.

Fuck. A pulsation between my legs had me hissing in another breath through my teeth.

My heart rate climbed.

My blood felt warmer; like it was heating my body from the inside as it coursed through my veins.

Sweat began to pepper across my top lip. I felt a tiny rivulet run down from the back of my hairline, and trickle down the back of my neck, disappearing into the folded collar of my silk blouse.

I was lost to the music, my body bending and swaying, changing the rhythm of my gyrating hips from song to song, to match the beat. With hips that now had a mind of their own, I unbuttoned the top button of my blouse.

Still with eyes closed, I imagined myself on a stage, performing a strip-tease to titillate paying patrons. My fingers worked slowly down the rest of the buttons on my blouse. When all of them were unbuttoned, the front of the blouse was left gaping, showing a tempting sight of half of my breasts, with an added extra of my pebbled areola prompting more of a response than just enticement.

I slid my palms up over the heated skin of my stomach, separating the blouse even further to hang down the side of my body, exposing both breasts. Using both hands, I cupped each breast, holding them up like they were some sort of an offering to someone.

Not someone. Tanner. He’s who I’m offering them to.

My nipples were dusty pink, erect and hard little points that seemed to harden and lengthen even more as I glanced down at them, knowing lifting them plumped them up for his pleasure.

I didn’t want to open my eyes, but I wanted to look at Tanner. The temptation was too great. Opening them to a slit I could see through, I flicked a glance at Tanner’s expression.

The heat in his eyes brought out the heat in my face. When I noticed he had one hand down palming his erection, the heat in my face doubled. When I heard the rumble of his chuckle, I shut my them tight. Damn it. He caught me.

I focused all of my attention to listening to the next song, trying to ignore Tanner’s existence. Once I was back in the frame of mind of putting on a show, I gave my nipples a quick pinch and tug before I turned around.

Moving my hands to grip each side of my blouse, I shrugged it off my shoulders, see-sawing the garment down my back. When the blouse was bunched up over my wrists, I pulled one hand out at a time, then whirled it around in a slow circle before I discarded it. I didn’t even open my eyes to see where my blouse landed.

Running my hands down to the waist band of my skirt, I slipped my arms around my back to locate the button, and zip, that held it on. Flicking the button free, I lowered the zipper down excruciatingly slowly.

A smile grew on my lips. I knew the G-string I had on was going to show a fair bit of my ass as I slid the skirt over my hips, and down my thighs. Slowly bending in half, I slid the skirt down to my ankles, then straightened back up before I stepped out of it, one foot at a time, kicking it out of the way once my second foot was free.

Inserting my thumbs into each side of the hot pink G-string, I turned around, to face Tanner. It was time to open my eyes. Tanner was still palming his cock through his pants, with his other arm bent at the elbow, leaning on the edge of the bench, his fist making a shelf for his chin to sit on.

My face exploded with heat, but I resisted the urge to close my eyes. I wanted to see what effect my strip-tease was having on Tanner, first hand. Moving my thumbs back and forth along the little string of material, I slowly inched it down, revealing my freshly shaved pussy for a moment before I leaned down to step out of them.

When I noticed the crotch of my G-string was soaked, I almost groaned in embarrassment. Has Tanner noticed? With a flick of one foot, the G-string was flung across the kitchen, hit the door of the pantry cupboard, then slid down to the floor.

Bending in half again, I was going to remove my strappy heels.

“Leave the heels on,” Tanner growled, and I straightened back up. Tanner lifted his head off of his hand and used one finger, crooking it in a come-hither motion to call me over. I slowly walked up to him, coming to a standstill at his knees. His eyes raked down my body, heating the surface as they traveled like he was trailing a flame over, burning my flesh. Tanner parted his knees, and beckoned with his finger one more time, so I stepped up in between his legs. “How wet are you for me, Sienna?”

“Wet,” I admitted in a soft voice, giving up trying to control the heat on my face as I looked him in the eye.

“Let’s see, shall we?” Tanner said using a tone that seemed to control the tingling in my clit. Lowering one hand, Tanner slid his middle finger over my smooth mound, and into the top of my slit. One sliding motion covered his finger in my juices. “It seems you’re creamy, not just wet, Sienna,” he growled in that same tone. My clit swelled when the tip of his finger dipped into my entrance.

With another growl rumbling low in his chest, Tanner withdrew his finger, then brought it up to his nose to smell my scent. His tongue came out, and the tip of it licked up one side of his finger.

Then, he held out in front of my face.

“I just needed to taste you … but you have to clean up your mess.” I opened my mouth and Tanner put his finger in, resting it on the top of my tongue. I licked up one side, then licked up the other, closing my lips around his thick digit to suck what remained of my juices from his finger. “Good girl,” Tanner crooned. “I want you over at the table, put both hands flat on the top, and part those shapely legs of yours.”

Tanner moved one leg so I could walk over to the table. I did what he said. Both palms were flat on the top of the table, the heel of my palm near the edge, and my legs parted about shoulder-width apart.

When Tanner’s hand caressed over the cheeks of my ass, my heart rate soared through the roof. My pussy rippled in anticipation, and I knew more of my juices slickened through my swollen lips. Tanner wouldn’t want me in this position unless he wants to fuck me. And that was all the anticipation my body needed to send a flood to gush out of me.

When I heard the belt buckle, my breathing escalated, and my legs began to tremble. My eyes closed when I felt a thick finger slide back through my slit.

“Even though you didn’t sign the agreement until after the fact, I still need to punish you for being sassy to me in the garage. Because you didn’t sign it until after, I’m limiting the amount of strikes I would normally apply. I’ll dish out ten, across your butt, and I expect you to count them out. Understand, Sienna?”

“Y-Yes, Sir,” I answered, with a nod of my head in confirmation.

“Good girl, you remembered,” Tanner praised, and I detected a slight amount of surprise in his voice while his hand caressed both cheeks, almost distracting me.

Is he going to spank me with his hand?

Then, an answer was provided for me when I heard the leather belt being drawn out of the loops. When the whoosh ended, I braced myself. I heard a sharp snap, and I gasped at the crisp sound. His belt? He’s going to use his belt to strike me? Before I could even process the thought, it whacked against both cheeks at once, and left a burning streak of fire behind in its wake.

“Ahh … one,” I yelled in shock, still disbelieving the amount of pain that was throbbing across my butt that came from a belt.

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