Yes, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Author:Rachel Kramer Bussel [Bussel, Rachel Kramer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Anthologies (Multiple Authors), BDSM, Erotic, Erotica, Fiction, Romance
ISBN: 9781573443104
Google: WWd7zWbcugIC
Amazon: 1573443107
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2008-02-13T00:00:00+00:00

IN THE CORNER

Sommer Marsden

Frankie is a nice guy. He holds the door for me. He orders wine with dinner. He always notices my outfit and my hair, even jewelry. Frankie bores the fuck out of me.

We’d just come from dinner. He suggested Dorian’s for a drink. I agreed. Maybe the crowded, smoky ambience would be enough to give the evening a little electroshock therapy. Wake things up a bit. Maybe the noise and the booze would suppress my urge to chew my own wrists open. Frankie is a nice, boring guy.

Dorian’s was incredibly crowded. As usual, the Friday night crowd had worked itself into a frenzy. Loud music, loud men, drunken women. Good stuff. I found two stools in the corner and perched there in my short, black baby-doll dress and black hose. I hooked my heels on the stool’s bottom bar and waited. I needed a drink. Badly.

I spotted Frankie moving through the crowd, two beers high above his head, a determined look on his face. Good, my drink was on its way.

“Amelia the Great.” The voice snaked into my ear and the hair on my nape rose with excitement. I knew that voice. I knew that voice very well. It had called me many names and given many directions. It had instructed me to do filthy, nasty things. I loved that voice.

“Richard,” I said before I even turned fully on the stool. “How are you?”

It was hard to keep my voice all cool and aloof. Harder still to fight the rise of color in my cheeks. Impossible to control the automatic seize of my nipples as they stood at attention just at the sound of that dark, gruff voice.

“Nice dress.” His deep blue eyes scanned me like he owned me. Once upon a time, he had. The urge to obey welled up in me fast and full.

“Thank you.” I waved a hand to Frankie, who was still fighting the crowd.

“Have anything on under there?” he whispered directly in my ear and hooked a finger under the hem.

I pushed my hand against his to stop him, though the action fought my very nature. When my hand touched his, I felt my body let loose a slow trickle of moist heat between my legs.

“Yes. I do.” My voice was doing that shaking thing. I sounded like I was about to cry. I wasn’t. I was just incredibly turned on and fighting it with everything I had.

“Well, people do change,” he laughed. When he laughed, his face changed. He still looked threatening, but in a good way. A bad boy who would make you do bad things and make you love every last minute of it. My heart slammed in my chest and I took a deep breath.

“The dress is short,” I explained, still clutching the hem, though he had removed his finger.

“Damn straight it is. I saw you come in. Don’t drop anything on the floor or we’ll all get a show. Me personally, I’m praying you spill the contents of your purse everywhere.

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