Boudoir News - June 20
Unforgivable
Did your significant other ever do something seemingly unforgivable?
Were you able to forgive anyway? Have you moved on?
I have been lucky, both in my current relationship, and in previous ones. Even my divorce was amicable. There are ups and downs of course, but navigating those and talking them out hopefully strengthens the bond.
Sydney in HEAT (and yeah, she in heat too…) falls madly in lust, and then irrevocably in love with Nathan Russo, a mafia enforcer. The charming stranger with a smile that makes her melt and a touch that robs her of all sense, turns out to carry an unfathomable darkness. Can she move past that and see that he’s truly trying to change for her?
He can’t get out of the famiglia. Can she adapt into it?
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Excerpt HEAT (NSFW!)
So, I call her. My cock stirs as I wait for her to pick up. It rings three times, then I hear her breathless voice.
“Yes? Sydney Lewis.”
I smile and glance at the monitor before me. My companions are still waiting outside the Garcia residence, biding their time.
“Hello?” she says, louder.
“What are you wearing?”
She gasps. “Nathan! You’re impossible.”
“No, I’m not. What are you wearing?”
She inhales sharply. Her unspoken objection hangs between us. Then she decides to play along. Good, good Sydney Lewis. What a gem I found.
“The same sundress as before.” Her voice trembles slightly.
“What do you have on under it?”
I glance at the screen. Everything is under control. I can almost hear Sydney squirm through the receiver.
“White bikini bottoms,” she breathes. “No bra.”
“You are disobeying my direct orders.”
“Last time I checked I was under no obligation to do what you say.”
Oh, so brave when I’m not near. “Are you trying my patience?” I make my voice stern, ice cold. “Take them off.”
I have to adjust my cock which has gotten rock hard in an instant. There’s a rustle of fabric from her end and I grin as I rub a hand along my length. I can’t allow myself to get off. Not here. But I’ll sure as fuck take what I need later. She thinks she’s getting away. Think again, Syd.
“They’re off,” she says breathlessly.
“Good girl. Are you wet?”
“Probably.”
“Touch yourself and tell me.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I am.”
“Are you turned on?”
“Yes.”
“Touch yourself, rub your fingers up and down your pussy and think of me pushing inside you. And moan for me, Syd. I want to hear you.”
She is quiet a moment but then her breathing changes, gets heavier. A soft moan comes through the phone, then another.
“Push a finger inside.”
“Already have,” she breathes.
“Did I tell you to?”
“Mmnooo,” she answers in a small voice.
“Slap yourself on the cunt, Syd. Hard. You need to be disciplined.”
I hear an actual slap and then she cries out. I bend over, my whole body clenching up. I want her so much it hurts. I stroke my twitching cock through my pants.
“Good girl,” I whisper. There’s a movement on the monitor and the radio cracks alive in my ear, short orders barked out. There’s still no need for me to interact. They can take care of themselves.
“Use your fingers. Fuck yourself. Think of me and fuck yourself.”
“Can I touch my clit?” she whispers, gasping.
I think about it for a moment. I want to hear her come. “Yes, you may.”
I listen to her breaths getting heavier, quicker. “Are you thinking of me inside you?”
“Yes,” she groans.
“Come for me, Sydney. I want to hear you scream.”
I stroke myself harder, my mind spinning. I’m gonna fucking come in my pants. That was not my intention. I glance at the screen. They’re pushing the woman to the floor, she’s flailing helplessly, then they inject her with a sedative and her struggles weaken. Sydney is gasping, making inarticulate sounds. I rub my cock, my groin tensing. Eric holds the woman down as she tries to fight him off. Sydney cries out. The woman finally stills, and her forced submission combined with Sydney’s breaths in my ear makes it the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. I come so hard I’m almost falling off the chair. I’m sweaty, my heart hammers, and I gasp for air.
“Good girl,” I pant and hang up.
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