Excerpt from Bridesmaid and the Beast

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He helped me lie down and then I waited.

Silence.

Then he touched my wrist and wrapped something soft about it.

Click.

The handcuffs. I gasped. He positioned my arm to stretch over my head.

Click.

I began to panic.

“Relax,” he said softly.

He secured my other wrist to the headboard with the other set of faux-fur cuffs. My breathing was rapid as my fear built. Blind and bound, I had never been in such a helpless position before. I wasn’t sure I liked it. I like to keep some control.

“The point is to give control to me,” he said as if reading my mind. Or maybe he read my body language as I fought to remain calm.

“I’m not sure about this,” I admitted in a shaky voice as I tested the handcuffs’ hold about my wrists.

“You are going to have to trust me. Now just relax.”

Sightless and secured, I had little choice but to trust Greg. I did trust him. I love him.

Soft music began to play, one of my favorite New Age instrumentals I like to listen to at night when reading a book. He knew what music relaxed me.

“I bought something special for tonight.”

I waited in silence but my body raged with growing need. My pussy was wet and ready and my skin tingled, anxious to be touched.

“Spread your legs. I have a gift for that pretty pussy.”

Okay, now I was wondering what he was up to. However, I opened my legs and let my labia gape open. I could smell the feminine scent of my honey.

“I’m about to put a bullet into your sweet cunt. I will control how fast it will vibrate within you. If I sense you are getting too excited too quickly, I will turn down the speed or turn it off.”

I groaned. I have vibrators, but I was the only one who’d ever used them on me. My heart skipped at the thought of Greg controlling one for me.

“It may be cool at first because of the lube but your body will warm it, and when I turn it on—you are going to soar.”

Oh man.

His fingers spread my folds and then I felt Greg slide the bullet into my channel. I gasped at the cool feel of it against my inner walls but just as he’d promised, it quickly warmed.

And then he turned it on.

Boo-ya!

“This is speed one,” I heard him say through the mist of euphoric pleasure. That little bullet packed a punch. “Just imagine what high is like.”

The little bullet pulsed within me and I swear my lungs stopped working for a moment as I was swept away in the sensation.

“Like it, babe?” he asked.

“Oh yeah.” I was breathless.

It continued to pulse at a slow rate as Greg moved on to his next phase of seduction.

I lay in silence with only the sound of the bullet vibrating…waiting.

Then I smelled the fragrant scent of a fresh rose. I felt the silken petals trace my face, down my nose to my nostrils and over my lips. Then I felt the rose continue to map my skin by trailing down my neck to my chest. There the rose skittered over the curve of my breasts and then teased one nipple to a hard point. I gasped as the skin reacted instinctually to the delicate touch.

I thought Greg would tease my other nipple with the rose but instead felt him lie down next to me in the bed. Then his mouth covered the neglected nipple and he suckled. I groaned as he drew the pebble-hard flesh into his mouth.

When he released the now-sensitive nub, I whimpered at the loss. I arched my back for more but he denied me.

That bullet helped me build toward climax but it just wasn’t fast enough. I wanted more, faster, harder. I wanted to come.

But he wouldn’t let me.