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Saturday, May 19, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Malcom and Jenna

         "From here on out, my vanilla princess, you'll only speak when told to do so. If you speak out of turn, you'll submit to punishment. The only word you can say without prompting is the safe-word. When asked a question you will always respond by beginning and ending with L'entraîneur. Understood?" his voice commanding.

No turning back, now, Jenna girl. "L'entraîneur, yes. I understand, L'entraîneur."

"Good. Put your arms behind you."

Jenna obeyed.

She heard the clatter and slapping of leather and buckles, then the grip of the padded cuffs as he placed them around her wrists. Jenna felt wet heat fill her sex at the simple securing action.

He stood directly behind her. She felt the warmth and power he exuded.

As he moved passed her his chest brushed her shoulder with his chest, he asked, "Are you wearing panties?"

At that moment, she wished she'd disregarded Natalie's words about the hilarity of panty lines in a rubber suit, because soon her level of arousal would be apparent to him.

"L'entraîneur, no. I'm not wearing panties, L'entraîneur."

"Prove it to me."

The commanding bite in his words caused more liquid to pool between her thighs, and her clit throbbed. Since he didn't pose a question, there was only one thing she could do. Slowly she parted her legs, revealing a small gap under her skirt.


Pushing her thighs back until she felt the resistance of the rub material, Jenna stopped. Seeing her peach skin splayed, in contrast to the mahogany colored wood seat and knowing he could see her moist cunt heightened her arousal.

"More, vanilla princess."

Unsuccessful at her attempt to press the latex hem wider, Jenna became frustrated, forgetting her role. "I can't."

Instantly, her trainer was before her, disappointment radiating from his eyes inside the mask. Jenna knew she'd made a mistake.

His hand moved between her legs as more than one finger entered her fast and deep causing her to cry out. With amazing skill and dexterity, his fingers curved inside of her, locating the sensitive spot behind her pubic bone.

"I don't remember asking you to speak." His hand didn't move, but the slight pressure his fingers exerted made her want to come.

Jenna wanted to rotate her hips and grind her clit against his palm, but hesitated for fear of further punishment.

"Now, concentrate, little one. Think about how good my hand feels inside of you, against you. How much more you want of it. I can feel you trembling. You want these two fingers to fuck you so hard you come twice."

She didn't need him to tell her what to imagine and think about, it was the only thing her mind could conjure up. Widening her hips, she pushed against the fabric, feeling the rubber dig into her skin.

"Shit, you're becoming more wet. Use your feet to lift some."

Freedom came to mind as Jenna performed his instructions. Raising her hips and the position of legs allowed the hem of her dress to curl and roll, tube-like up her hips. Unashamed, she threw her thighs wide and arched into her trainer's hand. A few more strokes from his fingers and she would reach an orgasm.

"You're quite the sight." he said, his voice echoing approval. "Do you want to come, vanilla princess?"

"L'entraîneur, yes. I want to come, L'entraîneur," she heard herself beg.

"Think about that before you speak out again." After his declaration, he removed his hand and stepped back.

Capturing her lip, she squeezed her eyes tight and took several sharp breaths through her nose. Shaking, she plopped down onto the flat surf disregarding the loud slap of her ass onto the wood. Damn.

The manacles tightening around her ankles alerted her to the next step of her restraint.

"Scoot forward until I say stop."

Knowing better than to complain, Jenna kept her eyes closed as she continued trying to bring her desire back down to a tolerable level. She inched her butt forward until he told her to stop. Then her trainer pulled on something under the stool, tightening her ankle shackles and making it impossible for her to close her legs.

"Open your eyes, princess."

Snapping her eyes open, in a lust-filled haze, she looked down at her trainer who knelt in front of her.

"I can smell your arousal, little one."

Leaning forward, her trainer's breath made rhythmic patters on the sensitive flesh of her sex.

"I wonder if your pussy tastes as good. Wouldn't you like to know?"

Jenna never considered tasting her own sex juice. Every time her former boyfriends crawled up her body after having licked her, she would always discreetly turn her face, pretending rapture, but giving them a subtle hint that she didn't want to be kissed. But, as her trainer's intense gaze held her own, she wanted to please him. Not because he would punish her if she said the wrong thing, but something else stirred inside of her—another emotion unrevealed as of yet.

"L'entraîneur. I want to know what I taste like from you, L'entraîneur."

Yvette Hines
(I/R BDSM Erotic Romance)
Jenna Taylor is a legal secretary in love with her deliveryman. Apprehensive about how to go about getting him to notice her, she orders packages daily in an attempt to force his hand. But, three months into the delivery scheme she discovers Malcolm has not caught on and only sees her as a frequent customer with a home business. Dejected, she follows the advice of her friend, a Dominatrix, who convinces her to attend a Valentine's Day speed dating event and embarks on an clandestine adventure she'll never forget. When she meets L'entraîneur (The Trainer), he shows her a whole new side of herself. 

Enjoying yourself so far? Well there is more. Below is a list of 5 other authors who are participating in Sex Scene Saturday, go by their links and read the juicy tidbit they have posted.
Bridget Midway
Jenn LeBlanc
Tilly Greene
Sascha Illyvich

If you email me with the name of the title and characters featured in each of these authors post you will be placed in a drawing to win a copy of "Speed Dating" from me. :)

Good luck and have a sexy filled Saturday!


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