Begging For It: A collection of five erotic stories

Begging For It: A collection of five erotic stories

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ISBN-13: 9781908006356
Publisher: Xcite Books
Publication date: 10/01/2010
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 60
Sales rank: 930,141
File size: 659 KB

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I don’t like it when men are arrogant. If they act as if they’re better than me, I have to take them down a peg or two. Jake was a classic example. I met him at my evening class. I needed to learn Japanese for work and he was a fellow student. He’d lived in Japan for a few years and was taking the class as a refresher. He used to tease me about my pronunciation. I didn’t like that at all. Even worse, he used to eye me up, making it clear he was mentally undressing me. He’d slept with half the women in the class and fancied himself as some sort of stud so was always making crass comments, complimenting my cleavage or legs, expecting me to lap it up. He thought that it was his right to ogle me, not realising that some privileges have to be earned.
Luckily, he was a typical man. When he asked me out and I agreed to go for a meal with him, he thought his luck was in. He didn’t realise what I was planning. Yes, I admit it, I had been making plans involving his naked form. Even though he was an egotistical guttersnipe, he had a certain physical charm: buff pecs, pert buttocks and a handsome face that I couldn’t wait to see contorted in pain as he begged me for release.
Dinner went as I’d expected: he kept topping up my glass to help ‘relax’ me, flirting with a little too much emphasis on casual touching, letting his eyes linger that bit too long on my cleavage. When he turned the conversation around to sex, I almost yelled ‘Bingo!’, so predictable were his moves. Of course, this only made it easier for me to manipulate him. I didn’t need to make a single tweak to the machinations I’d configured in my fantasies about him. 
As he edged closer to me, lowering his voice so that I had to lean forward to hear him, and asked me what really turned me on, I explained that I only had sex if I really liked someone. Or more specifically, if they did as I pleased. 
“I always please my woman,” he said, smugly.
“I’m not just any woman,” I smiled. “I might surprise you with a few of the things I like.”
“I’ve been around the block a few times, sweetheart,” he said. “I don’t think there’s anything that a pretty little thing like you could do to surprise me.”
The trap was set.
“Well, if you’re a man of experience, I guess that I should invite you back for coffee.”
Again, a smug grin plastered itself across his face. I looked forward to wiping it off.
When we got home, I made him a coffee and left him sitting in the kitchen while I excused myself and went to change into my favourite outfit, grabbing my bag of toys on my way out of the bedroom. There’s something about wearing full Domme gear that makes it a lot easier to assert my control. I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. “Are you sure you can please me?” I asked him. 

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