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232 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 2, 2012
It’s a rule of mine. When she’s my girl, she is required to keep her thighs apart. They never touch in my presence. It makes her constantly aware of her body, the position she’s in. She is always conscious of her cunt. Exposed just by her own awareness. With this one simple rule, I claim ownership of her body, her cunt, her focus. From across the room I am inside her, spreading her thighs, exposing her cunt, deep inside her head.
Last night, lying with my head on her shoulder, she told me about her childhood fantasies, rescuing princesses and then ravishing them.
“The princess really wants you to fuck her, but you sort of have to make her,” she said.
I love being her princess.
Jade strolled into the bar, walked straight up to Amber, who was leaning against it wearing a slinky leopard-print slip, ripped fishnet stockings, a see-through black top along with a sheer black bra, and dangerously tall black heels, her red hair gleaming even in the low lights, and slapped her across the face. “A Slap in the Face,” Rachel Kramer Bussel
Reaching into my saddlebags, I pulled out the wrist cuffs and chains. The rattle of the chains made her gasp with anticipation. ”First Ride,” Wendy Kali
“This isn’t the first time.”
“The first time what?”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve been late with dinner. In fact, it’s more like the fourth or fifth.”
Gigi Frost, “Housewife”
“Pick that back up and turn around.” The trainer had a high, smooth, authoritative voice. Her hands on Maggie’s shoulders were firm, commanding. Maggie reached down slowly and slid the skirt back up over her calves, her thighs. She was sweating; the bathroom wasn’t air-conditioned. ”The Keys,” Anna Watson