Dungeon Crawl #3

Welcome to the third week of the brand new blog hop – Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. It follows on directly from last week’s post. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

‘Yes,’ she said quickly, desperate to avoid another slap. ‘Ethan got me very excited.’

‘How?’

‘W-what?’ He couldn’t seriously expect her to describe exactly what had happened in the kitchen, could he? Especially since he’d no doubt already heard it all from Ethan.

‘You heard. I want to know how Ethan got you excited.’

She racked her brains, trying to recall the exact order of events so she could relate it back without a mistake. She had no doubt that she’d earn another slap on her bum if she got it wrong.

Once she figured it out, she recounted the story. When she’d finished, there was silence for a few seconds, then Jeremy spoke. ‘Well, it seems there’s nothing wrong with your memory. Shall we see if mentally reliving the experience has had an identical physical response to when it actually happened?’

Suddenly there were fingers probing at her pussy. They parted her labia – which, she realised to her horror, were swelling again – and dipped into the warm, wet crevice within. And she was wet. Not quite as much as she’d been before Ethan had screwed her on the worktop, but certainly more so than the normal amount of natural lubricant a woman produces during day-to-day activity. She couldn’t be sure if it was down to the fact they were both staring at her naked crack, because he’d spanked her, or because she was anticipating what was going to happen next. Or all of the above. Her inexperience made her somewhat clueless, so she had no choice but to go with the flow.

The fingers – she couldn’t be sure to which man they belonged – started to stroke up and down her vulva, stopping short of her clit each time until she wanted to grab the hand and guide it to where it was needed, humping it until she climaxed, if necessary.

She didn’t, of course. She knew that would get her nowhere, and would probably result in her having to wait even longer to be touched there, if at all. Instead, she gritted her teeth and waited impatiently.

Her clit and pussy lips engorged further as the teasing continued. As a fingertip brushed against the sensitive bud at the apex of her vulva, she let out an involuntary whimper.

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