Hello Fellow Spankos,
This week we’ve been allowed to spread our wings somewhat, and post much longer excerpts! For once, I won’t be bending the rules! I’m continuing with more from the upcoming full-length D/s novel “The Change”.
In this week’s clip we continue with what happens when Kirsten comes home from work, to find her husband Kiehl waiting for her. It’s their regular night for what they call “The Game”, their mutual exploration of discipline, desire, fantasy, and kink…
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His hands roved over the tense muscles of her upper back, and he pressed soft kisses to her spine. He caressed her arms, squeezing her bound hands in his for a moment. She wanted to kiss him, to feel his lips claim her.
His hands clutched her buttocks in a harsh grip. He squeezed their vulnerable weight, testing the pliancy of her flesh.
“These will be bigger too,” he said in a voice she had to strain to hear. “These hips will widen, and this ass will be rounder. God, I can’t wait to see it.”
His strong hands clasped her hips and he pulled her roughly back, until her ass stuck out at an obscene angle. She could feel the air on her exposed cleft. She buried her face in her arms, knowing all of her charms were exposed to his gaze.
He paused a minute to drink in the view, fingertips stroking the swollen moistness of her pussy, occasionally dipping between the tender inner lips to anoint themselves in her wetness. She felt a tickling near her cleft, and tensed. His breath blew warm against her sex, then she heard him inhale deeply.
“Kiehl, oh God…”
“Shh, let me enjoy this. You smell so fucking good, Kirsten.”
She wanted him inside her so badly she could scream.
The fingers brushed her slickness up into the crack of her ass, swirling around the tender mouth of her bottom. She clenched her buttocks, and he chuckled.
“Don’t worry. Not going there — yet.”
She’d never been fucked there before, and as a result the thought held a dark, mysterious fascination for her.
His fingers spread her cheeks wide, and she caught her breath as his broad wet tongue laved her anus, the feeling equal parts pleasurable and disturbing.
“What’s wrong now? I didn’t hurt you.”
“I — I don’t.” She took a breath. “Nobody’s ever done that to me before.”
“Oh good,” he murmured, and licked her again.
She wriggled her hips, trying to shake him.
“Stop that, Kirsten.” A coolness had slipped into his voice, and her pussy heated yet further.
“You aren’t supposed to do that,” she whispered.
“What? Kirsten look at me.”
She looked back at him and he peered at her from around her hip, a mischievous smile on his face.
“Kiehl, I just — it’s just not right.”
“Why the hell not? I love your ass.” He squeezed her buttocks, and spread them wide once more, the air cool on her moist anus.
“I don’t know. It’s not … what the man should do.”
“Bullshit,” he said, slapping her ass before taking up both buttocks again. “I love it, and this is what I want. Part of The Game remember? You give me what I want.”
“Yes … Sir.”
His eyes fired at that, and he grinned. “I like it. Maybe I should make you call me that all the time?”
He turned his attention back to her ass, his fingers delving into her cunt once more. Fingertips lightly circled the throbbing ache of her clit, easing it out of its shroud. He tapped it lightly with a finger, and she jerked each time.
She was a mere breath from exploding, and he’d hardly touched her.
“Mm, somebody’s excited I see. Do you want to come?”
“God, yes.” She felt like panting, her wet lips moving against her forearm.
He tapped her clit once more, harder, and she moaned. “Too bad.” He laid a soft kiss on either side of her anus, and stood up.
“Please, Kiehl,” she murmured. “Don’t leave me like this.”
“Oh, I won’t leave you like anything. You aren’t going anywhere for a while.” He jingled the chain of her handcuffs. “So be quiet.”
She heard the sound of his zipper being lowered, then felt the hot head of his cock slap against her ass. His hands grabbed her hips in a painful grip, and he plunged within her. He slid deep within her until he bottomed out, the hard head butting against her cervix. She winced at the odd sensation; a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.
“What do you want me to do, Kirsten?”
“Fuck me, Kiehl”
He stilled within her, and laid a heavy slap to her bottom. “Try again.”
Oh God, she was going to die. Her dark dreams coming to life. How was this possible?
“Fuck me … Sir.”
He chuckled above her as his hips began to move. She loved her husband, loved having sex with him. He was passionate, considerate, and loving. But this was something different.
His hips slammed over and over against her ass, shaking her with each impact. His hands roved over her body, squeezing a nipple here, slapping her flank there. The fabric of his slacks and the hard bite of his zipper pressed to her flesh. She didn’t want to think about what she looked like bent over her couch while her husband crouched over her bound form, pounding into her. His hard, thick cock moved within her slickness, seeking its own pleasure, ignoring hers.
She knew she should be pissed, but it turned her on in a frighteningly intense way.
He’s fucking you like a whore, Kirsten.
He was — and her pussy was awash anyway. She was so wet the squelching sound as he plunged in and out of her could clearly be heard over her moans and his grunts.
His hand grasped her hair, pulling her head up. He kissed her ear, nibbled on the top of it.
“I love you like this. Like you’re my little slave girl.”
“Oh, Christ,” she whispered, her cunt clenching upon him at the words. “More, more.”
He spanked her ass, the harsh pain making her cry out. He smacked her once more, yanking her hair harder, her scalp burning. This was getting crazy.
His hips crashed into her over and over, his cock repeatedly striking the mouth of her womb. It just plain hurt now, but the pain was morphing into something else.
She hardly ever climaxed from intercourse alone, but she could feel the clenching pleasure, spiraling deep within her belly. “Yes, yes. God, Kiehl! So close!”
He growled, his steel grip around her hips tightening, the nails biting into her skin. She felt his seed bathe the inside of her cunt as he groaned out his release. The sensation of his cock pressed hard against her womb, and the semen blooming within her, somehow set her off. She screamed then, her wrists jerking at the cuffs, her cunt clenching him over and over as she rode out her spasms, impaled on his cock. He stayed deep within her as she came, ramming his hips against her in hard, staccato thrusts, as if he wanted to get just that much deeper within her.
Kiehl collapsed over her, crushing her into the cushions of the couch. Absurdly, she was worried that the cuffs would gall his belly as he lay over her, ignoring the bite of the remorseless metal into her own wrists. Her hips swirled under him, and she sighed at the movement of his softening penis in her cunt. She wanted to turn around and kiss it, slowly lick her essence from its inflamed, reddened length.
After a minute or two, he withdrew and sat on the couch next to her. She hid her face, suddenly feeling her exposure like never before. It mortified her, but rather than infuriate her, it made her want nothing more than to be touched, soothed. By him.
He unlocked the cuff from one of her wrists, leaving the heavy metal to dangle from the other, and gathered her up into his arms. She nuzzled her face into the hollow of his neck, inhaling the cool scent of his cologne, pressing her lips to his heated skin, feeling his hot pulse thumping below. His hands wrapped up her legs, tucking them up over his lap, her ass hanging over one side for his hand to stroke.
“Kiehl, that was—” she inhaled, shuddering “—incredible.”
He pressed a kiss to her hair, his hand cupping her face, thumb stroking her ear. “Good.”
They sat in the living room for a while, not speaking, just being together. The light had waned quite a bit outside, and the streetlights had begun to switch on in the twilight.
“What was it you wanted to tell me, Kirsten?”
She looked up at him, her fingernails tracing through the stiff whiskers at his chin. “I like this look on you.”
“Too bad the clients don’t,” he said winking at her. “So what was it? Now I’m curious.”
“Now you want to know,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “After you’ve come.”
“Damn right, wench!”
She playfully slapped his chest.
“Come on, spill it.”
“I like this – whatever this is.”
“Yeah, I guess. But there is something I wanted to ask you.”
She could feel her mouth going dry, and she swallowed. Did she have the courage to bring this up? Would Kiehl run screaming?
“What’s wrong, Kirsten? You’re frowning. Was I that bad?”
“Oh God no — not that.” She nuzzled her cheek against the warm cloth of his dress shirt. “I’ve been thinking about…this.”
She nodded against his shirt.
“OK, what about it? Do you want to stop?”
Kiehl laughed, hugging her closer to him. “Okay, okay, just asking.”
“Sorry,” she shook her head. “It’s just, as much as I like this, I don’t know how to say this.”
He took a deep breath, and she luxuriated in the sound under her ear.
“Tell me, Kirsten. I’m your husband. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”
“I’ve been reading this book —I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this — and it goes over some things. Some things that I … that I think I want.”
“Oh?” His hand pushed her chin up, and he tilted his head to look down upon her.
Just get it out, Kirsten. At least you can say you tried.
“What if The Game wasn’t a game anymore? What if I wanted more?”
He looked out the windows a moment, his hazel eyes sparkling in the waning twilight. “What do you have in mind?”
“This book. It actually showed me something. That what I — like. It isn’t so uncommon.”
He looked down at her again. “What do you mean?”
She closed her eyes, and nuzzled him again. “This is hard. Please just let me say this.”
“In the book a very rich man takes on an innocent girl as his — submissive.”
His gaze snapped back down to hers. “What?”
“His submissive. You know what that is, right?”
“I’m not stupid, dear,” he said with a rueful quirk of his lips. “I know what it is. I’m just – why were you reading this book?”
“Joely loaned it to me.”
“Ah, I see. So, what are you saying? Is that something you want to try?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her heart pounding. Facing the revealing of a deeply held fantasy to her husband was about the most terrifying thing she’d ever done.
He was silent for several agonizingly long moments, then drew a long breath.
“Kiehl, talk to me. I don’t want to freak you out here. Tell me you aren’t freaked out.”
“Kirsten, no, I’m not freaked out. But I need to think about it, okay?”
Cold fear clutched her heart.
You shouldn’t have said it! Fuck, you’re so stupid, Kirsten.
“Kiehl, look. If it’s not something you think you could do, just tell me. Please just talk to me. It’s not exactly easy to admit something like this.”
He laid a finger over her lips, squeezing her chin. Her cunt stirred, and she held her breath.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to try it Kirsten. I just need to think about if I am ready to.”
“What do you mean when?”
“When will you decide.”
He sighed, and cupped her bottom with his hand. She felt his sticky cock rising beneath her, the hardening flesh pressing against the back of her thigh.
“Let’s go to bed.”
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I hope you liked this week’s installment! Before you go, please take some time to visit the other stops in this week’s hop. There are a lot of great writers there (over 45 entries!!), and some uber-hot excerpts!
More to come next week:)
Natasha Knight says
That was great Trent. That moment is so so hard and so scary – even reading it you can feel all that goes into it. It takes courage to face it.
Lovely scene, sexy as hell of course but I’d be surprised if it wasn’t – coming from you. Looking forward to more. Now release the thing… no pressure. 🙂
Trent Evans says
Aww, shucks. That means a lot, coming from you:) It is hard, no doubt about it. I suspect many of us can relate to this fear, and to the elation that comes in overcoming it.
It’s coming soon …
Christina Mandara says
It’s getting steamy in there… will he or won’t he? Of course he will (If he has any sense, anyway, LOL!) Loved this nice juicy excerpt. This is one lovely blog hop 🙂
Trent Evans says
Oh, you know he will. Only question is how hard and how much. Oh, I lost my train of thought there. Ahem…
Sidney Swann says
“I love it, and this is what I want. Part of The Game remember? You give me what I want.”
Damn….can I play???
That was amazingly hot.
Trent Evans says
Of course you can play! Glad you liked this, Sidney:)
BTW — Welcome to the Hop. I don’t think I’ve seen you hear before. I hope you come again!
LA Cloutier says
Wow, Trent. No holding you back this weekend huh?
I love how she realizes what she wants and needs through the discovery of ‘The Game’
I’m pretty sure he’s going to agree to making some permanent changes.
Trent Evans says
Do I ever hold back though? I mean half the time I’m probably terrorizing people here. (I try not to though, honest!)
Shelly Douglas says
I told Doug that I had purchased a few of your novels, and his suggestion was to start hiding my Kindle again! This was one hot read … you never disappoint 🙂 Thanks, Trent.
Trent Evans says
Shelly, you made my day with this:) Thank you! I hope you like the books.
Leigh Smith says
Why is it so hard to ask for what we want from the one we love?
Trent Evans says
A great question. I suspect it’s because those we love are those we’ve made ourselves vulnerable to? When we let our guard down we risk being hurt…
Thanks for commenting:)
jolynn raymond says
Very spicy tidbit and well written bit of uncertainty when you share a secret desire with someone who you wish to more than just vanilla with.
Trent Evans says
Thank you, JolynnL:) Really glad you liked it.
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Kathryn R. Blake says
Trent, I really enjoyed this. I think Kiehl will give Kirsten what she wants, but with a few conditions of his own first. Both of them are taking their relationship into a slightly darker area, and she’s pregnant, so I’m sure he’ll want to set some guidelines to protect both of them. I look forward to reading more.
Trent Evans says
Thank you for those kind words, Kathryn:)
Jaye Peaches says
Excellent game, I can see why she wants more.
Trent Evans says
Oh, she’ll get (a LOT) more:)
Maddie Taylor says
Part of The Game remember? You give me what I want… Oh Yes! I like that 🙂 Nice excerpt Trent.