Tell Me All Your Secrets (BDSM Erotica)
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Bashful little Daphne finds herself on her knees in a mall dressing room and awakens her inner mistress that very same night. What else is in store for Phil and Daphne on this spicy journey?
EXCERPT:
He quelled his desire so that he could speak smoothly – avoiding the temptation to pursue his wife in the same old way.
“Hm. I’m not so sure,” Phil said, standing slowly to his feet and stepping forward to get a closer look.
Daphne’s face turned white as her insecurities rose to the surface.
“You don’t like it?” she asked, clutching her neck and turning her head and looking to the dressing room mirror to her left, laser focused on finding what she doesn’t like about it and rapidly going through bouts of second guessing her tastes.
“No. I love it,” Phil said.
He pressed his body firmly up against Daphne's from behind, easing the palms of his hands against her curvy hips. Phil held Daphne tight as if he never wanted to let her go.
A chill ran down Daphne’s spine as Phil reached his face down and planted slow and gentle kisses against her neck, just barely making contact, but igniting firecrackers in Daphne's senses every time his lips touched her skin.
Daphne unleashed a giggle, followed by a moan.
“You're so bad,” she said.
“Don't I know it,” Phil said with a grin, before spanking her on the ass.
Phil placed his palm on the middle of Daphne's back and bent her over, lifting her dress from behind.
A gasp escaped Daphne’s lips as she realized what was going on.
“We can’t. We’re in the dressing room. We could get caught,” Daphne said, giving half-hearted little token resistance.
“That’d be sexy as hell,” Phil said with a grin.
“Now no more talking. Bend over and grab your ankles.”
