Page 19 of Tempting God

I’ve always struggled with my body image, likely because of my traumatic upbringing with my mother. Over time, I’ve come to love my body and all its curves, which is why I have no problem shimmying out of my skirt. Could I do this in a room full of people? Probably not. But I feel safe doing it in front of GC. My shirt and bra are next, leaving me almost completely nude in front of GC.

“Lovely.”

I preen at his praise but remain still.

“Have you ever been with a Pleasure Dom?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“No, sir.” He corrects.

“No, sir.”

“Very good.” He takes off his suit jacket, tossing it aside. “I’m going to give you what you need. Sometimes that will mean pain. Tonight, it will mean pleasure. If things ever become too much, I want you to say ‘red’.”

I love that he’s speaking as if this won’t be a one-time thing. It feels like he’s looking ahead, and that makes me happy.

I nod. “I understand, sir.”

While I’ve never had a Pleasure Dom, I’ve done plenty of research on the dynamics. I knew I was interested in the BDSM lifestyle, but was unsure how to proceed with that curiosity. Seeking a Pleasure Dom seemed like a perfect solution. He can give me everything I’m seeking. I hope. Guess we’re about to find out.

“Would you like to help me undress, or would you rather watch?”

“I’d like to help, sir.”

“I’ll allow it.”

Smiling, I move closer, reaching for his shirt. Slowly, I unbutton it, revealing his firm chest.

“May I touch you, sir?”

“Yes, you may.”

My fingers skim over his chest. There’s a light dusting of hair. I bite my bottom lip. What would that feel like against my breasts?

“Finish undressing me.”

His tone is deeper, making my breath quicken. I do as he says until he’s in nothing but his boxers. His erection tents the material. Holy shit. He’s huge.

“Touch me, love. Show me how hungry you are for my cock.”

A sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan leaves my mouth. But I do as he says, slipping my hand into his boxers. He’s the one making a sound as I fist him. He lets me stroke him a few times before his hand clamps over mine.

“Get on the bed, on your back. Legs spread.”

“Yes, sir.”

I scurry across the room, going to the bed. He watches with his arms crossed as I get on the bed, spreading my legs.

“My, look at that wet spot,” he says, moving closer. “Is that all for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Shall I coat my mouth in it or my cock?”

I whimper. “Your cock.”

“I read your file. You’re on birth control, yes?”

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