Excerpt from 'A Dream of White Horses'
His face resting by mine, “How do you like it Debbie? Hard? Soft? Do you want to take the lead? Or do you prefer me to?
I didn’t expect him to ask me this. Most men simply get on with it.
“I like to be manhandled a bit….”
He pauses. “You enjoy pain?”
“No, not pain, or not too much. But I like the man to take charge.”
He nods. “Take charge? Dominate you, you mean?”
“Yes, that’s just what I mean.”
He pauses, collecting his thoughts I think, then, “Stand up.” He takes my wine glass from me. “Go on. Stand up.”
A little uncertainly, I rise.
“In there.” he says, head-pointing me through a door.
It’s the bedroom. Ryan follows me in, then spinning me by the shoulders, a hand on my chest, pushes me hard, backward against the wall.
“Like this?” Grabbing me by the wrists, he raises them over my head, pinning them, his body pressed against mine.
So close, he looms over me and my breath snatches….
“Like this?” he repeats, his voice fierce. “Answer me, Debbie. I’m not going to play these sorts of games without an answer from you.”
“Yes, like that.”
He presses against me harder, my heartbeat drumming through our joined bodies. “Do you undress yourself, or do I strip you?”
My breath juddering, “Strip me.”
His head tilts. “Really? Wish I’d known that before. I’d have made some arrangements over what you would wear….”
His hands sliding down to the hem of my pullover, he tugs at it, jerking it up and over my head. “I’d like to rip it off you, but not this time, eh?”
My heart is racing, chest heaving. He reaches back around me, deliberately rough, unclipping my bra and yanking it off me.
My breasts freed, he fastens his mouth around one, stooping to take it between his lips. The other, he kneads one-handedly, pinching at the nipple, which hardens and crinkles.
“You do enjoy this, don’t you?” he murmurs. “So do I. Let’s see just how rough you like it.”
Grabbing my wrists again, he pulls me away from the wall, dragging me towards the bed, then turning me, pushes me down on the mattress, flat on my back. The zips rasps as he unfastens my jeans and peels them away, leaving me in just my white lacy panties.
Propping myself on my elbows, panting now, I watch as he strips off tie and shirt, and shrugs off shoes. Through his black trousers, the unmistakable bulge of his erection presses tight. Bare chested, he is tawny skinned, with a scattering of black hair and taut, lean abs.
“I’m going to enjoy this, Debbie. Fucking you….”
He’s pressing all my buttons…. all of them…. My clit tingling, my pussy knots and clenches, and my panties are wet…. very wet….
“It’s not Debbie. My name’s Kirstie….”
He cocks an eyebrow. “It suits you better. You didn’t really look like a ‘Debbie’ to me. That’s a ‘pretty’ name.” He clambers over me, hovering on all fours, straddling my quivering body. “I’ll rephrase it then. I’m going to enjoy fucking you, Kirstie.”
He kneels up, still straddling my legs. “So, you like being dominated…. Do as you’re told then.” He cocks his head to my panties. “Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“You know what. Let me see what I’m going to fuck. Give me a show.”
“You want me to….?”
“Do as you’re told.” He looks down at my crotch. “If I thought seduction was what you wanted, I’d go for it. But you don’t. I can see from here that you’re dripping. And if you wanted to be coy, you should have worn black. Now….” he traces a finger over the dark stain on the crotch of my panties, then, pulling the satin to one side, slips it inside. “So, if you want me to fuck you, show me what you’ve got.”