Thursday, October 17, 2013

Tease Us Thursday... #teaseusthursday

Happy Thursday!

*Some teasers may contain adult content*

Sabrina Devonshire

Wealthy defense systems CEO Nicholas Gallero spots a mysterious woman in the Sea of Cortez while whale watching from the patio of his Cabo San Lucas mansion. When he realizes she’s in trouble, he rushes to save her. He’s instantly attracted to the voluptuous dark haired Selena Gomez. When Selena says she doesn’t remember how she ended up in Cabo, he invites her back to his house. Business as usual ends and his suspenseful romantic adventure begins.
“Just wait a second. I want to brush off some of this sand.” She turned and looked over her shoulder. Sand coated the back of her body like breadcrumbs on a fish filet.
I found myself unable to blink as she raised the fabric covering the rounds of her buttocks. Her delicious, shapely flesh bounced as she brushed at clinging grains. Lucky suckers.
Once she finished the task, she leaned into me, allowing me to support most of her body weight. “Okay, I’m ready. So you own a house in Tucson, too?”
I liked the pressure of her soft curves at my side, the tickle of her hair brushing over my skin in the breeze. My insides smoldered in delight. I wondered how I’d focus on work with Selena around. “Yes. My main residence and corporate headquarters are in Tucson, but I escape down here whenever I can.”
Selena frowned. “Do you always pick up strange women on the beach?”
I smiled, hoping to put her more at ease. “Only when they’re drowning. To be honest, I usually work longer days here than I do at my office.”
Her rosy lips looked so tantalizing, puffed up in a pout. “I obviously messed up your schedule then. I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be. I didn’t tell you about my schedule to make you feel guilty—I was just trying to prove to you that I’m not some reckless Don Juan.” Although if she happens to be craving hot sex, I’m up for it.

Ella Jade

"Do all the subs act that way around you?" Arianna asked.

"It's the only way they know. It's what's expected of them."

"I don't understand how any woman would bow down like that. It's not normal."

"Maybe not for you." Martin understood Arianna's position. Most who didn't participate in a Dominant and submissive relationship didn't get it.

"It's degrading. She can't use the phone. She's a grown woman."

"Arianna, this is a lifestyle you can't possibly comprehend because you know nothing about it. A submissive gets just as much as he or she gives. The arrangement they enter into with a Dom is consensual. Roxy is not forced into being here. Her Dom respects and cares for her. She has a very good life."

"He punishes her."

"When she disobeys. It's in her contract."

"A contract that can't possibly be enforced in court."

"Spoken like a true lawyer." He finished his scotch. "The contract is to protect them both. It lists what is expected of a sub and what the Dominant's responsibilities are. They outline hard and soft limits. We create a safe, sane, and consensual environment, and that contract maintains trust between the two parties. As long as it is upheld between the parties involved that's all that matters."

"To each his own, I suppose." She shrugged. "I'm your real estate attorney. What you do here is none of my business."

Then why are you here, kitten?

"I'm very open, Arianna. If you have questions, I'll be happy to answer them. People should be educated in my lifestyle. It isn't as uncommon or bizarre as you may think." He reached for her hand. "I hope you won't judge me without getting to know me."

"Um, no." She looked down at their joined hands. He liked the way her cheeks turned colors when he flustered her. "Of course not. This whole environment is different. It's going to take some getting used to."

"I understand." He ran his thumb over the soft skin of her hand. "If you'd prefer not to meet here anymore—"

"It's not a problem."

"Very well." He smiled because as he suspected she wanted to be there. "Will you join me for dinner?"

Martin couldn't remember the last time he'd asked a woman to have dinner with him. He usually just summoned a sub when he was in the mood for company. Gracie was the last woman he'd spent any time with at all. Perhaps it was time to explore his options. Obviously, Arianna would be different than the women he dealt with, but he liked the change. When Gracie left him for Cade everything changed. He hadn't been interested in another sub. As a matter of fact, he hadn't been interested in another woman until now.

"I'd love to join you for dinner, Mr. Abrams."

"I'd like you to call me Martin." Allowing people to use his name wasn't a privilege he granted often, but everything was different with her. He stood from the bar and picked up her briefcase. "I hope you like Italian. I ordered enough for six people. I wasn't sure what you would want."

"Italian is fine." She took his extended hand and walked to the back of the club with him. "Why didn't you just wait and ask what I would want?"

"I'm not used to asking." He motioned for her to take a seat in the huge u-shaped booth that overlooked the Manhattan skyline.

"Oh, Martin." She giggled. He liked the way his name tumbled off her lips. "You have a lot to learn about non-submissive women."


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