New Release from Olivia Starke
Cindy has but one request for her two new partners—spank me.
Recently divorced, Cindy is ready to kick start a new life in a huge way by fulfilling her kinkiest fantasy—being bound, spanked, and used for pleasure. Through a friend, she finds the perfect partners, a sultry English vixen and her gorgeous partner Cindy only knows as “Master.
Cindy has never mixed pleasure with pain, nor has she ever dared explore her craving to taste another woman. Once she crosses that tempting line, there’s no going back. Will she have the courage to say “Yes, Master”?
Cindy picked up a wide wooden paddle and tested its weight in her hand. A tremor of excitement passed through her. She’d never taken this avenue for sexual pleasure. Definitely not with Jake the Jerk. He would’ve at best laughed, at worst tried to commit her to an institution.
Cindy dropped the paddle back onto the table. Handcuffs hung from the wall nearby, and in the opposite corner sat a strange contraption she didn’t recognize. Made from black steel, it looked something like an easel with straps for binding. Moisture flooded her pussy as naughty ideas of what it was used for filled her mind. Not that she would find out tonight. She’d requested only one thing.
The spanking bench loomed in her peripheral vision.
She jumped when a door opened against the back wall. Her heart stuttered, and a surge of nervous energy made her legs go weak. In walked a man and a woman. The man dropped a duffel bag next to the wall, and Cindy wondered what it held. She swept her gaze over the two quickly, taking in their attire. Wow, she was seriously underdressed. Heat spread from her chest up into her cheeks, surely coloring her a nice shade of scarlet. Second thoughts didn’t begin to describe what was rushing through her mind like a broken rollercoaster on a downhill track.
“Hello, Cindy,” the man said in a deep rich voice that made her quiver.
His blue-eyed gaze devoured her from head to toe. He was barefoot and dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt stretched snuggly across a vast expanse of chest. His shaggy sandy blond hair gave him an Adonis charm.
Her breath caught in her throat. He definitely didn’t look the part of Dom. She’d imagined someone dark and brooding, not California cool.
He nodded to his companion. “This is my partner, Isabelle.” Isabelle flashed a smile showcasing perfect white teeth. “It’s a complete pleasure,” the woman said with a decidedly English inflection. Lustrous waves spilled over her shoulders with the perfect blue-black sheen of a raven’s wings, while her onyx gaze reflected the flirtatious upturn of her lips. Dressed in a fitted red knee-length dress that accentuated her ample God-given curves, she was an olive-skinned Aphrodite.
Little plain Cindy Barrett was in the company of the gods. She swallowed over a hard lump of indecision, ready to run like the weenie she was. Who was she to upset the balance of the universe? She’d played the meek role of prude extraordinaire for so many years. Why not let the streak continue? She took a step backward. Isabelle and the Adonis glanced at one another.
The Adonis chuckled. “Come now. You’re not backing out on us, are you?” His southern twang spoke of Alabama or Georgia heritage. “I’m afraid my dear Isabelle and I would be completely heartbroken.”
“Will you help us fulfill our fantasy, Cindy?” Isabelle purred with a picture perfect pout. Her gaze roamed over Cindy.
This was wrong, a fantasy simply too wicked to carry out. Everything she had been taught growing up in a conservative Kansas town screamed in the forefront of her mind. The flames of hell licked at her heels for even considering this avenue of kink. Her heart thumped, ready to burst from her ribcage.
Cindy dropped the paddle back onto the table. Handcuffs hung from the wall nearby, and in the opposite corner sat a strange contraption she didn’t recognize. Made from black steel, it looked something like an easel with straps for binding. Moisture flooded her pussy as naughty ideas of what it was used for filled her mind. Not that she would find out tonight. She’d requested only one thing.
The spanking bench loomed in her peripheral vision.
She jumped when a door opened against the back wall. Her heart stuttered, and a surge of nervous energy made her legs go weak. In walked a man and a woman. The man dropped a duffel bag next to the wall, and Cindy wondered what it held. She swept her gaze over the two quickly, taking in their attire. Wow, she was seriously underdressed. Heat spread from her chest up into her cheeks, surely coloring her a nice shade of scarlet. Second thoughts didn’t begin to describe what was rushing through her mind like a broken rollercoaster on a downhill track.
“Hello, Cindy,” the man said in a deep rich voice that made her quiver.
His blue-eyed gaze devoured her from head to toe. He was barefoot and dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt stretched snuggly across a vast expanse of chest. His shaggy sandy blond hair gave him an Adonis charm.
Her breath caught in her throat. He definitely didn’t look the part of Dom. She’d imagined someone dark and brooding, not California cool.
He nodded to his companion. “This is my partner, Isabelle.” Isabelle flashed a smile showcasing perfect white teeth. “It’s a complete pleasure,” the woman said with a decidedly English inflection. Lustrous waves spilled over her shoulders with the perfect blue-black sheen of a raven’s wings, while her onyx gaze reflected the flirtatious upturn of her lips. Dressed in a fitted red knee-length dress that accentuated her ample God-given curves, she was an olive-skinned Aphrodite.
Little plain Cindy Barrett was in the company of the gods. She swallowed over a hard lump of indecision, ready to run like the weenie she was. Who was she to upset the balance of the universe? She’d played the meek role of prude extraordinaire for so many years. Why not let the streak continue? She took a step backward. Isabelle and the Adonis glanced at one another.
The Adonis chuckled. “Come now. You’re not backing out on us, are you?” His southern twang spoke of Alabama or Georgia heritage. “I’m afraid my dear Isabelle and I would be completely heartbroken.”
“Will you help us fulfill our fantasy, Cindy?” Isabelle purred with a picture perfect pout. Her gaze roamed over Cindy.
This was wrong, a fantasy simply too wicked to carry out. Everything she had been taught growing up in a conservative Kansas town screamed in the forefront of her mind. The flames of hell licked at her heels for even considering this avenue of kink. Her heart thumped, ready to burst from her ribcage.
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Sounds HOT Olivia!
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