THE BDSM VIRGIN GETS A FIRST LESSON

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Chapter One – The Novice (Book One Sexy as Hell)

“Lick my cunt,” I said.
I wondered what Victor saw, standing there fully dressed as he was against my bedroom wall. A woman sprawled out on the bed, naked, her fingers spreading her slit apart, or me, Zara Watson, the girl he’d picked up in a coffee shop after work? Or so he’d like to think. I’d picked him up, but I wasn’t about to let him in on how. It had been easy, making him believe he had the gift of the gab, what it took to successfully snare a woman, but in reality I’d orchestrated every move. I doubted his ego could take the truth.
“What?” he asked, dark eyebrows going up, eyes widening.
So he wasn’t as sophisticated as he’d made out. In my experience, they were all the same. Confident and all-knowing until someone like me threw them. Came out with a simple statement that had them reeling. No idea how to claw back their self-assured air without a pause to take in what had been said. The shock of it was usually too much. Hang on, lady, you’re not meant to be saying things like that to me. It should be the other way around. I ought to be shocking you.
“You heard me,” I said, holding back a smirk. “So?”
He remained where he stood, more was the pity, and smiled, a tactic I’d seen so many times before. I‘d bet his mind was swirling, him trying to think what he could say that would get him back on top. I only wished he would get on top, or at least do something that would live up to the promise of his sexy words in the coffee shop. I sighed. All mouth and no trousers, that one. Shame he still had his trousers on. Black ones that matched his shirt. A grey silk tie that could be taken two ways—he was either a stuffy prig or had no choice but to wear it for his profession. And he’d told me all about that. An architect, don’t you know, well paid and with a flashy car that he’d wasted no time in describing to me. As though a hunk of metal was of interest. The only hunk I was interested in was him, and the way things were going, I wouldn’t be getting my mitts on him as quickly as I’d envisaged. Shame, because he was a great-looking guy and I wouldn’t be surprised if his body matched the aesthetic appeal of his face.
“A bit forward, aren’t you?” he said, rubbing the cute, vertical dink he had in his chin.
“Is that a problem?” I leant back, bracing myself on my hands. My breasts didn’t move. Pert things, they’d brought many a man to his knees. A pity this one wasn’t on them between my legs now, supping the cunt I’d so graciously offered.
“Well…” He frowned, seemingly at a loss on what to say.
“Well what?” I smiled inwardly. Talk about getting to him. I could almost see him trying to hold in a squirm.
“You…you didn’t seem this type when we met.” He lifted one hand, running his fingers through his floppy brown hair. Sprinkles of silver weaved through his sideburns and the wispy, longer hairs at his temple.
“And what type is that?” I was enjoying myself. Playing with men had always proved so satisfying. Though if I wasn’t careful I’d lose this one. He may still be dangling on my hook, but with enough flapping about he could get himself loose and swim away. I wasn’t sure I wanted that to happen. There was something about him that piqued my interest more than the others had.
He gestured with his opposite hand. “Look at you. Naked. You stripped before I had the chance to…”
“To what? Undress me? Seduce me? Make me in awe of your sexual prowess? Make me melt, my slit all wet, me ready to take what you wanted to give? And what would that be, I wonder? A shag, all on your terms?”
“I wouldn’t go that far, but…” He sighed. It had sounded ragged, as though he’d had quite enough of me already.
Out of his depth, I thought. Many blokes were like that. Fine up until the point they had the reins snatched away. He looked down at the cream carpet, head going left to right, a very clichéd deer in the headlights, preparing to dart. He was feeling cornered, that much was evident, and I rather liked that. Was he warring with whether to tuck tail and run or stay with me? Either option might be a big old bruise on his pride. One I would enjoy prodding every so often if he took the latter choice.
“But? Haven’t you ever met anyone like me? And just what is my type? A woman who knows what she wants and asks for it? Have you always had to do all the work?” I smiled then licked my lips. “Is it difficult to do as you’re told, is that it?”
“No, I just…” He stopped messing with his hair and put both hands behind his back. “It’s just that… Jesus, you make me nervous.”
“Ah, Jesus won’t help you, and therein lies the rub. Although I wish you would rub.”
He widened his eyes again. “It’s you saying things like that. It isn’t right.”
“Oh, really? Says who?” I was tired of men thinking I had to be the little woman, the one who did as she was told. I was more than that, so much more, and I could dole it out much better than I could take it.
“Me,” he said, puffing out his chest. “A woman shouldn’t be so…so bloody brazen.”
I stood, hands on hips, fingers loose, red nail tips just about touching my skin. “I see. Do you want to start again, or have I frightened you for life?”
“Start again?” He tipped his head to one side. His tie swayed.
“You know, me getting dressed so you can undress me. You directing how this is meant to be—how you’d planned for it to go.” I wasn’t really in the mood to pander to his needs. I wanted sating. I wanted the urges inside me sorting out. I wanted a brutally hard fuck that left me wrung out, dripping wet, and unable to take any more. Not only that, I wanted to be in control of that fuck.
“I don’t know. I mean, you’ve kind of killed the mood now.” He had the grace to blush.
It was my turn to widen my eyes. “A woman on a bed in front of you, naked, asking you to lick her cunt, has killed the mood? I would have thought it’d have the opposite effect. Got you raring to go. Do you always have to be in control?”
“I’ve never thought about

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Written by Lily Harlem
Cargado October 2, 2020
Notes She is excited to find a BDSM virgin and challenges him to a month of carnal lessons to discover his depraved desires.
He's stunned by her, lured in by her. But will he stay submissive? Or will he find his Dominant side and take her in hand?
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