Fairy Tale Lust edited by Kristina Wright,
foreword by Angela Knight
Cleis Press. ISBN: 1573443972 July 2010.
Available from Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk
Award-winning novelist and top erotica writer Kristina Wright goes over the river and through the woods to find the sexiest fairy tales ever written. Playfully seductive, supernaturally sensual, and darkly erotic, Fairy Tale Lust showcases clever twists to classic tales and introduces new stories inspired by the ever-popular genre.
ALL IN A DAY’S WORK
Faye toyed with two sets of handcuffs while she considered how best to handle the current situation. She was with an attractive merchant banker who was begging to be broken in. Faye—who was known as Faye the Bountiful amongst her closest friends—savored the anticipation. George, the merchant banker, watched her toy with the handcuffs with an eager look in his eye, waiting for her to take action.
George didn’t know what he was in for.
Her body simmered with arousal as she paced back and forth in front of him, eyeing him all the while. This was too much fun. The soft creak of her tight leather jeans and the click of her boot heels on the marble floor were the only sounds in the room. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of George’s city office, and she basked in it. These were the corridors of power, and the fact that she was there at all was quite a kick. As yet, she hadn't even used her magic on him, and his attention was all hers.
George was an influential man, and if she hadn’t been Faye the Bountiful her mind might have been moving in an altogether different direction, a more selfish one. But there was more to this than met the eye. Faye the Bountiful was a mischievous sort, and the situation compelled her to act in an unexpected way.
“Faye, please.” George stared down at the handcuffs she had dangling from her hand, and swallowed. Tension was evident in his voice, and in his posture. He was as taut as an arrow about to fly from its bow. The bulge at his groin was impressive.
“Patience, George.” She gave him a quick smile. Having him at her mercy was intoxicating for them both, and there was a built-in thrill to getting him all hot and bothered during his lunch break, right there on his imported mahogany desk, or the flight-commander leather chair that stood behind it. “You know that it’ll be worth the wait, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, you’re worth it, but you’re making me crazy here.” He gave a low chuckle. “You Goth women sure know how to make a man hard.”
If he thought that was her secret, he was in for a big surprise.
His chest seemed to tremor, right before her eyes. He was fit like an athlete with lean, toned muscles—the sort of man who worked out every morning.
“We wouldn’t want to make you crazy, not when you have so many important things you have to do this afternoon.” What next, she mused. The belt on his expensive Yves Saint Laurent trousers was already hanging open. Faye had undone it. She had also removed his jacket, shirt, and tie. She could strap him to his expensive leather chair, tie him up against the marble pillar, or splay him on the antique imported rug in front of the bookshelves.
He made a sound, something between a whimper and a bleat.
She closed on him, wrapped one hand around his neck, and kissed him, briefly. Then she lifted the papers from his desk, clearing them onto the adjoining computer table. With one fingernail, she tapped the surface of the desk.
George stepped closer to it.
She circled him, and then backed him against the edge of the desk. “Sit,” she instructed.
He did so, and she rested one hand against his bare chest, easing him down. Then she lifted his hands in hers, pulling them over his head towards the opposite corner of the desk. Putting a cuff on each wrist, she secured both sets by dangling them down around the leg of the desk, and then locking him in place. Returning to the other end of the desk, she stared down at him. His cock was pushing up beneath the zipper on his pants, the coins of his nipples tight and hard. Admiring the view, Faye smiled and nodded, letting him know that she approved of what she saw.
George cursed, his body arching up against the hard surface beneath him. He really got off on being dominated by women, and that fact fed into her awareness in the most delicious way, empowering her, making her instinctive magic flare. Right from the moment he’d brought her back to his office, walking her past his staff, she’d been onto the subtle underplay here. The atmosphere outside George’s office was alive with interest, and Faye absorbed it all, quickly homing in on the true nature of the set up. “It’s your lucky day, George,” she’d said as she locked the door behind them and took charge of him, right there in his prestigious city offices.
George had swallowed, and nodded. He didn’t know the half of it...
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