Dominated for the Weekend (Rough Interracial BDSM Cuckolding Erotica)

Dominated for the Weekend (Rough Interracial BDSM Cuckolding Erotica)

by N. S. Charles
     
 

Danielle's lived most of her adult life as a submissive, and though happily married she yearns for something more, something darker and rougher. Her husband isn't a willing Dom, but when she explains what it is she really wants out of their sex life, he comes across an idea that changes everything.

When she comes home to find the next door neighbor's grown…  See more details below

Overview

Danielle's lived most of her adult life as a submissive, and though happily married she yearns for something more, something darker and rougher. Her husband isn't a willing Dom, but when she explains what it is she really wants out of their sex life, he comes across an idea that changes everything.

When she comes home to find the next door neighbor's grown and sexy college student in their kitchen, collar in hand and ordering her upstairs to clean up for him, Danielle finds herself oddly nervous, but willing to go along for the ride. As she succumbs to Sean's will, she finds that she's not the only one craving the interaction, and watches as her husband watches her with a hard-bodied black alpha male.

Dani's going to be dominated for the weekend, but there's only one rule: her pussy's off-limits.

Warning: This 15,000 word story is for adults only and contains a dominant, black alpha male, a submissive white wife, rough blowjobs, rimming, a jeweled butt plug, interracial sex, dirty talk and a very willing, very turned on cuckold that can't believe his eyes as his wife enjoys a black man more than she enjoys him!

Excerpt:

“Think about it this way,” I said. “Imagine your secretary, Trisha.”

“Okay.”

“Now imagine,” I said, my hands caressing the bulge in his pants. “That you go out to lunch, and leave her with some tasks that she needs to have done for you before you get back.”

“Okay.”

“Now, these are important tasks. Or maybe not so important. You tell her to get the Williams account files pulled so you can review them as soon as you get back, you tell her to clear your desk, tell any callers to reach you in a few hours.”

“Okay.”

“When you come back, Trisha's pulled the Adams files. Your desk is cleared, but a few crumbs from a bagel you ate earlier remain.
You have a call or two blinking on your line. What do you do?”

“Ask Trish just what the hell is going on, I guess?”

“But let's say, before all of this, Trisha had agreed that she would follow what you said, to the letter, perfectly. That she knew that you knew what was best for her to do, that if her performance was stellar, day after day, you would reward her.”

“How?”

“In a corporate world, we'll say raises every six months.”

John laughed. “And I'm guessing we punish her if she doesn't do as she's told.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Nothing so lasting as like a pay decrease, but things like relieving her for the day so she makes less. Expressing your utter disappointment. So either she quits, or she learns how to best serve you.”

“Serve me?”

“She's your secretary. You hired her to serve you, didn't you?”

“I guess, I mean, I hired her to make things easier on me.”

“And in your specific contract, you outline what's expected of her, what will happen if she succeeds, what will happen if she doesn't please you, what she is to call you, what you're entitled to.”

I squeezed John through his pants, keeping him alert.

“What does this have to do with anything?”

“I'm your secretary,” I said. “Let's say, I'm to have dinner done and on the table by seven. If I don't, I'm subject to punishment, anything you choose for me.”

“What kind of punishment?” he asked. His eyes glazed over in excitement.

“Anything you choose.”

“A blowjob.”

I laughed. “It could be that. But punishments are generally bad things for me that we can both enjoy. Like spanking.”

“But why? What does that even accomplish?”

I smirked.

“That you are my master and you know what's best for me. Maybe dinner isn't on the table because you're hungry at that time.
Maybe it's for me to learn how to cook efficiently. Maybe it's for me to be prompt.”

“I don't—”

“The dominant party sets rules and guidelines for the submissive one. And while I can refuse orders, for good reason, I aim to please, and I trust that my master knows best when he sets the rules.”

John looked puzzled. I was losing him again. I ran my palm over the impressive lump in his slacks, my thumb looking for his zipper.
His hips jolted forward as he groaned.

“Do you want a blowjob?” I asked.

I played coy, looking up at him with big brown eyes as I fingered his cock through layers of fabric.

“Yeah,” he said.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940016517193
Publisher:
N.S. Charles
Publication date:
04/12/2013
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
650,671
File size:
193 KB

Meet the Author

N. S. Charles is more than a name. It's more than a gimmick. It's about stories, experiences, love and love, romance and action.

He is a lover of bass, pomegranate tea, scented oils and reading by Kindlelight. He's a dialogue lover, a feelings hound, a portrayer of poetry in body language and perpetrator of carnal sin.

He is a romance writer, a comedy scribbler, a poetic advocate. A foodie and artist, a human rights activist that believes in love for all, no matter what gender, creed or taste.

Of all aspirations, he hopes to wow you, whoo you, and tell you a tale that may or may not be entirely believable. He hopes you to enjoy the ride.

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