Give Me Thorns: A Lesbian Bdsm Romance by Elizabeth Andre

Author:Elizabeth Andre [Andre, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781540510877
Google: f6YIMQAACAAJ
Amazon: 1540510875
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2016-12-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Nine

Megan

I didn’t know what I was going to make for breakfast on my second morning with Stevie. I just knew I had to make it. I could hear Stevie getting ready upstairs. I didn’t have much time.

After getting the coffee started, I found some waffles in the freezer that I popped into the toaster. I could still feel Stevie’s fingers inside me. My nipples were sore. I was still reeling from yesterday. I’d never had an orgasm like that before, and I wanted more. I loved being bound. I loved the nipple clamps. I wasn’t sure about the tickling, but I did want to be spanked. I wanted to see how much I could take.

I wasn’t sure about the gag either, but it definitely sent me into an unfamiliar head space. I was acutely aware of every moment. Last night after dinner Stevie explained the concept of “pushy bottom.” I could understand why it was so unappealing to her. I wasn’t sure it appealed to me either. I wanted to submit, and it didn’t sound like submission. I didn’t even know why I did so much talking yesterday. I suspect I was nervous.

I heard Stevie’s footsteps on the stairs. She was wearing her heavy boots, and the sound reverberated through the walls. I got on my knees by her chair. The toaster waffles popped. The coffee pot finished brewing, filling the air with a dark aroma, but I stayed there waiting. I kept my eyes down and my arms behind my back. All I saw was the floor, and her shadow coming near. She grabbed me by the hair until I was standing.

“Good job. Get up and finish breakfast.” Her voice was gentle, but firm. The black leather vest she was wearing with nothing underneath barely hid her breasts.

She kissed me and then sat down and started scrolling through the news on her phone. The city council was considering regulating short term apartment rentals. A man was shot on the other side of town. A new artisanal coffee shop was going to open down the street.

I hadn’t been outside in more than 36 hours. I wasn’t sure I cared what was going on in the outside world.

I served her black coffee, orange juice and two waffles. After that, I stood beside her and waited. My stomach rumbled, but I knew I needed patience. When she finished, she handed me her plate to put in the sink and signaled me to sit down to eat my own breakfast. As I ate she asked for my thoughts on yesterday. She was amused by my reaction to being gagged but seemed pleased that I liked being bound so much.

“You should be bound more often.” She got up from the table. “Let’s take care of that.”

She opened a drawer and grabbed a wide leather belt. She wrapped it around my middle and the chair and locked it at the back. I could still move my arms. I could finish my breakfast, but the belt was so tight that I could barely breathe.

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