Page 1 of Exquisite Temptation

Chapter 1

Heidi

Four Months Ago

Thegoldenlightofthe late afternoon sun beams through the translucent, silken curtains, bathing my client’s spacious master bedroom in natural light. Natasha hooks her finger in the metal O-ring of her submissive’s collar, pulling her closer to her. Trailing her hand up the smooth thigh of her submissive, she pushes aside Lola’s black lacy panties. Lola flips her lashes down, parting her lips, gazing expectantly at her Domme. Natasha spreads her mouth into a haughty smile, plunging her fingers inside her pussy. Leaning in, I take a few unplanned shots, capturing the raw, feverish desire on their faces.

"Make yourself at home, Heidi. We’ll be back." Natasha’s low, husky voice tickles my ears.

"Sure, take your time." My gaze follows them as they disappear into the master bathroom.

I drop my bag and camera on the armchair, parking my ass on the cold wooden floor to cool down from their heated exchange. Crossing my legs, I grab my thermos and take a long, satisfying sip of the piping hot coffee. We have been shooting erotic photographs in various locations of their house for the past hour. What I didn’t expect is for them to get frisky and trot off to the bathroom for a quickie.

Casting my gaze around the room, I take in the high ceiling and floor length gilt mirrors, and their custom-made Saint Andrew’s cross. The black steel four poster bed adorned with crimson satin sheets and equipped with restraints and underneath cage sits in the middle of the spacious master suite. I would give anything to have a bedroom like this one. Unfortunately, my parents pop in unannounced whenever it pleases them, and their lack of boundaries means I must be extra secretive about my personal life. Despite their ultra liberal beliefs, if they knew their daughter is a submissive who gets off on verbal humiliation, bondage, and pain, they would disown me.

Talking about bondage, I can’t wait to see my gorgeous Dom Tristan tonight, who introduced me to the lifestyle and helped me explore my dark fantasies. I met him on a magazine photoshoot, and while, normally, I don’t date clients, it only took one slow, sexy smile for me to fall in lust with him. In the beginning, we dated like any other vanilla couple. Romantic dinners, flowers, chaste kisses, and talking till the early hours in the morning.

He opened up about his troubled childhood with parents who had a marriage of convenience and his ex-submissive difficulties with bipolar disorder, who he promised he doesn’t love anymore but continues to support as a friend. How could I not fall in love with someone so caring and kind? He listened to my concerns and gave me time to do my research before I embarked on my journey. He knows submitting doesn’t come naturally to me, so he praises me each time I master a skill, which ignites my fire to work harder and make him even prouder of me.

It’s our first anniversary tonight. I’m wondering if it’s going to be as good as our six month one. My memory of that night sends my blood into a tizzy.

The warm breeze of June’s night drifts through the open window, cooling my heated skin. I crane my neck, hoping to catch a peek at the surprise Tristan has in store for me, but I can’t see him.

"Naughty girl. Do you want me to blindfold you?"

"No, Sir. Sorry, I can’t help myself. I’m super excited." He chuckles.

"Do as you are told and keep your head down, Buttercup."

"Yes, Sir." I close my eyes, letting the soft ambient music lull me into a meditative state.

"Open your eyes and stand up, baby girl." Tristan orders, his fresh citrus scent wraps around me. My eyelids fling open instantly. I rise to my feet, clasping my hands behind my back and waiting for his next command. His eyes sweep up and down my naked body appreciatively, wrapping me like a warm blanket. I dart out my tongue, moistening my lips as he takes my hand and leads me to the queen-size bed.

An exquisite deep burgundy satin corset with a front metal ring buckle closure and eyelet clasps at the back lies on the black bed cover. I have always loved lingerie, especially corsets. The feeling of satin, silk, and lace against my bare skin is a great turn on. Some people might ask what is so special about scraps of material sewn together. I tell you what. Panties, stockings, garters, bras, and corsets not only have the power to make women feel sexy, beautiful, confident, and powerful, but they can transform us into seductive temptresses, compelling even the mightiest of men to fall at our feet. And later, when I stand in nothing but the corset and six-inch stilettos, I’ll have my Dom drop on his knees and worship at the altar of my church.

"Do you like it, baby girl? It’s custom made for you." He curves his lips into a wide, beaming grin, melting my heart.

"I love it, Sir. It’s absolutely stunning." I squeal like a child on Xmas morning.

"Stunning corset for a stunning girl." He winks at me.

"Thank you, Sir." A warm flush covers me from brow to chin. He catches each of my hard nipples between thumbs and forefingers, rolling and pinching them. I moan softly in protest.

"We have all night. Raise your arms, baby girl." I lift my arms above my head, eager for him to dress me. He wraps the corset around me and fastens the hooks in front.

"Turn around, Buttercup." I pivot on my heel, trembling with anticipation of what is to come next. He pulls the sides together, tightening the laces, before wheeling me around.

We ended up having an unforgettable night, playing and fucking until we collapsed in bed and fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

I nudge myself back, replacing the memory with vivid images of him fastening the black leather collar around my neck and asking me to move in with him. My pulse quickens its throb, making me lightheaded.

"We are ready," Lola exclaims, bringing me back from my reverie.

"Great. Let’s do a few more before the sun sets," I croak. Pushing myself to my feet, I pick up my camera and join them.

Laying across the bed, Lola arches her back and widens her legs, exposing her smooth stomach. Her long black hair sprawls out, encircling her head like a halo. She is a natural and knows how to play for the camera. I direct her to tilt her head as far as possible and use her arms to support herself. It’s a sensual position, which will tease and excite the audience. Lola flops on her back and Natasha jumps in, straddling her.

"Lola, bend your left leg, place your hand on Natasha’s buttock, and keep eye contact with her." She follows my instructions, gazing seductively at her Domme. Natasha lowers her head, keeping their lips a breath apart.

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