Something for everyone surely?
That's how my Romance on the Go story, Will You Dance Miss Laurence came about. Just what would you call dancing?
Blurb
Dancing lessons
were supposed to be fun, but who ever heard of attending them without your
knickers on?
Shibari Master Ryan
is intrigued by Ava, so when his cousin asks a favor, he is only too happy to
help Ava out of the rut she says she is in.
Will her past allow
her to enjoy his bondage, or will true submission prove a step too much?
"I expect you to
answer me, Ava. You did it so beautifully when we last met. 'Yes, Sir' will be
the proper response. So, I ask again, are you ready for your first
lesson?" She swallowed and Ryan guessed she was wondering if she did indeed
want what lesson he could teach her. He could almost read her mind, her face
was so expressive.
"Um…" She
blinked several times and rubbed her hands down her skirt. Damp palms perhaps? That's good.
"Yes, I think so.
Oh, er, Sir." The last word tumbled out as if she was worried he would
walk away without the title. Ryan chose to ignore her hesitation.
"Good, take off
your dress." He folded his arms, as he wondered how she would react to
such a direct command.
"Eh?" A soft
rosy glow suffused her cheeks.
"You heard. Take
it off or walk away. Your choice. From now you do as I say." He didn't
elaborate. He knew it would be no such scenario. Any person could negotiate a
scene, and if they chose to, then walk away. His stark order might be cruel,
but Ryan was intrigued just how Ava would react. He had a feeling that under
her quiet demeanor was a hot, feisty woman just begging to be let free once
more.
She blinked again.
Dammit,
is this Morse code? Because it’s a helluva long while since I was a Boy Scout.
Ryan tapped his foot
slowly and deliberately.
"Then I go."
Ava walked past him, stopped and made her way back to stand in front him once
more. Her five foot three height made her crane her neck to look up at his
face. "I do nothing without freedom of choice, mate."
"Sir. And good,
that’s what I wanted to hear. Let's talk." He took her arm and walked to
where he'd put the bench earlier and wished he could adjust his cock, which was
rubbing his leather trousers as it swelled and demanded attention. Her attitude
was one he preferred, and Ryan looked forward to their exchanges. He was under
no illusion that they would be many and less than fiery and often. "Sit
legs astride, there's a good girl. Let your pussy feel the leather. It might be
soft, but It will make you wet. Are you going to stain my bench, love?"
"What?" It
was a squeak rather than a word. "Oh god, I can so not do this. I'm sorry,
and I don't even know your name, but this is so not me. What on earth made Jane
think I'd want knickerless lessons is beyond me. Seriously, I'm sorry I've
wasted your time, but I'm not who or what you want. Whatever that is, it's not
me. Really, it's not. Hells bells, I'm an ordinary overweight thirty eight year
old widow with a dr…well with nothing that would interest you I'm sure. So Mr.
... Sir … er, whatever, I'll be off." She tried to tug her arm away from
him.
He'd never met anyone
who could babble so much so fast, and still have breath left. He held his hand
up, and to his surprise, she stopped the pull. It was just as well, because she
had the stamina and strength of an anchorman in a tug of war team. He grinned
inwardly. Definitely not the build of one though.
"Calm down, sit
how you want for now, and listen to me." She glared at him, and Ryan knew
she teetered on the edge of acquiescing or slapping him senseless. However, she
nodded and perched on the edge of the bench, the skirt of her dress tucked
firmly under her and tight across her legs. Ryan was certain she had no idea
how enticing the dark shadow of her pussy curls was. Even though he preferred a
smooth hairless cunt, he wanted to be the one to make it so, and this hint of
things to come had his body taut.
"Okay, but no
siring or anything…"
He chuckled, he'd bet
his new cuffs he'd have her Siring him before she left.
"My name is Ryan.
Ryan Culliver." He saw the moment the significance of his name registered.
Raven lives with her long suffering, dust bunny accepting husband ,and two cats, on the edge if a forest in Scotland.
She loves men in kilts and hates midges. However she'll put up with the second to drool over the first.
You can find her (usually eating chocolate, drinking coffee and procrastinating) at
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan
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Sounds great! Bought this yesterday so hopefully will be reading it soon x
ReplyDeletethanks Dee, I had great fun writing it. And thanks Zara for inviting me over. :)
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome Raven - it's been great having you here.
DeleteLove this story, but then you know that ;-)
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