Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
For a moment, I feel a flare of fear. Who am I to wear something this seductive?
Then the sparkling rock on my ring finger reminds me. I’m Matthias’ wife.
Still, I feel a little nervous as I pad down the stairs to follow the instructions on the second note.
* * *
My beloved bride,
* * *
Follow the rose petals to the secret dungeon. I’ll be waiting.
* * *
Your husband
* * *
Secret dungeon? Stuff’s getting real!
There’s a trail of white petals at the foot of the stairs, leading me down a hall.
Every step makes the baby doll skirt swirl around my thighs, reminding me that I’m bare. My New Year’s resolutions were all about pushing out of my comfort zone, and here I am. Practically naked, so wet I need to clench my thighs together for a moment.
At the end of the hall is a bookshelf. There’s another note instructing me to move aside a book–a collection of love poems–and pull the golden lever behind it. I do, and the entire bookshelf swings open, revealing a hidden door.
Goosebumps cover my skin. I follow the trail of rose petals–pink ones now–down an endless flight of stairs.
A final note waits for me on a pedestal. It’s propped on a vase containing a single red rose.
* * *
Sweet wife,
* * *
Take this rose between your teeth. At the foot of the stairs, if you dare, crawl to me.
* * *
Your Sir
* * *
I have to pause and concentrate on breathing to keep from hyperventilating. I’m in a vast room lit by a chandelier and candles flickering in standing candelabra. There are large pieces of polished wood furniture that would look more at home in a medieval dungeon than a modern home.
This is the playroom. The candlelight gives it an otherworldly feel, and I don’t feel like myself either. I feel like the main character in a fantasy story who crawls through a portal to find a new life beyond.
Matthias is across the room. We’re alone. It’s just us. And that makes it easy to do as I’m told and drop to my hands and knees. I crawl across the room, following the trail of red rose petals. The carpet is thick and plushy, but it’s still a challenge. Thoughts drift through my head–this is silly, I probably look stupid, why am I doing this? But then I imagine Matthias saying, Good girls get rewards.
I know why I’m doing this. Because he told me to. And obeying him makes my pussy so very wet. My inner thighs are sticky, and any embarrassment I feel is swallowed up by the pounding ache in my pussy.
Still, it’s a relief when Matthias’ bare feet come into sight, and I can kneel up. I keep my head down, savoring the feeling of submission. My head goes quiet.
I’m his, he wants me, and all is right with the world.
He takes the rose out of my mouth and lets it drift over me, caressing me with the petals.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, brushing the rose over my lips. I could come from that alone. He crouches down and draws my head back by my hair, so he can kiss me.
“You’re mine now, Maisy.” He speaks the words like they hold significance then lifts my hair and clasps a necklace around my neck. The diamonds sparkle to match my ring.
Oh my God! He’s collaring me. I’m officially his submissive. I’ve read about this. So hot!
“Crawl to the bed.”
He waits for me to take the lead. I put one hand in front of the other, feeling the air brush my bare pussy. The nightie has ridden up to my waist, and I’m giving him an eyeful. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I let my hips sway.
I’m rewarded with a groan. “You crawl so beautifully.” He brushes the rose over my backside, and I have to stop and dig my fingers into the cream carpet fibers, so I don’t orgasm on the spot.
Something snaps against my upper thighs. The rose stem. He whipped me with the rose stem.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Oh wow. Yummy. I waggle my hips as I crawl, hoping for another spank, but it doesn’t come.
Somehow, I make it to the bed. He helps me up, holding my hand like I’m a lady and not a submissive who just crawled for him. I’m both, I guess.
“You’re glorious,” he tells me. He is, too. He’s shirtless again, with all his chest muscles on display. He’s got black leather pants slung low on his hips.
I’m suddenly viciously jealous of every woman he’s ever played with.
He pushes me to my back on the bed and drags the hem of the teddy up to reveal my bare sex. “Mmm.” He brushes his thumb lightly over my labia, and I shiver.
I want more. So much more.
He drags his middle finger along the slit, parting my nether lips. I’m wet–juicy wet–so the movement drags slick moisture from my entrance up to my clit. He gives it a quick circle and then a tap.