Kissing Velvet by Elizabeth Cage

Author:Elizabeth Cage
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: chimera, erotic, ebook, fiction, domination, submission, damsel in distress, corporal punishment, spanking, BDSM, S&M, bondage, silk, exhibitionist, whip, sensual, seductive
ISBN: 9781907753879
Publisher: Chimera Books
Published: 2010-08-01T00:00:00+00:00

Turning the Tables

‘Mikey, love, you won’t forget to take my books back to the library today, will you? Oh, and get a loaf of bread – granary if possible – that bloody awful processed economy stuff you bought last time has gone mouldy. And Kitty Bix for Spanky. We’ve run out. Thanks.’ And Penny pressed her lipsticked lips to my unshaven face, leaving a smudged cherry imprint.

I watched her head towards the station and felt a mixture of relief and regret that I was no longer joining the daily pilgrimage to the office. Funny how things work out. Penny had just been promoted, and I’d recently been made redundant. Okay, so I’d hated selling water coolers, but I felt I had more to offer the world than shopping, cleaning and servicing my randy girlfriend.

As I stood in the doorway, pondering these things, I felt the familiar warmth of cat fur on bare legs. ‘Okay, Spanky, breakfast time.’

When Penny returned that night, late as usual, I had already showered, shaved and covered myself in Hunk.

‘Signal failure at Otford,’ she explained apologetically. ‘God, what’s that disgusting smell?’

‘My new aftershave,’ I replied in a wounded tone. ‘I thought you’d like it.’

‘It’s vile. Like ammonia.’

‘I’ll wash it off, then.’

‘Please do. Why don’t you put on the stuff I bought you – that really turns me on,’ she said, playfully squeezing my bum.

‘We don’t have time to mess around, Pen,’ I said hastily. ‘I’ve booked us a table for eight o’clock. Remember? You’d better get changed.’

‘No worries,’ she called, heading for the bathroom. ‘I went shopping at lunchtime, bought a new skirt. You’ll love it.’

I know it shouldn’t cause me a problem but I have never quite got used to taking Penny out when she’s dressed to kill. For a start, I hate the way other guys stare openly at her, as if they’ve never seen a girl in a rubber miniskirt and leather thigh boots. And before you start labelling me a chauvinist, it really isn’t that I feel that I own Pen, that she’s some kind of object. What it boils down to is I don’t like people looking at me. Never have. I prefer to blend in with the crowd. Not Pen. I think she imagined when we met that she’d bring me out of my shell, take me in hand, so to speak. Like she’s some kind of sexual therapist and I’m her current project.

‘I knew you’d like the skirt,’ she smiled mischievously, holding my arm as we walked into the crowded restaurant. ‘And it’s flared, so you can get at me easily.’

Thankfully we were seated in a quiet corner, because as soon as the waiter had gone Penny pulled my hand under the table and pushed it between her legs.

‘Pen,’ I whispered nervously. ‘You’re not wearing any knickers.’

‘I know,’ she grinned.

When we left the restaurant two hours and three bottles of wine later, I was feeling tired but Penny was clearly still horny.

‘Let’s do it here,’ she suggested as we walked across the park in the moonlight.

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