She needs to be very sure, and if she is? Then Rob's sure he'll be...Amazing Maisie.
This is a tease from my story in The Crimson Rope, an anthoology I'm honored to be in.
*****
"I
was asked to give you these," Rissa said. "And it's not an eBook, but
a genuine, hold in your hands and underline the passages, book." She'd handed
a fluorescent marker, a bookmark and the two sealed packages to Maisie.
"Or so I've been told. You're not to open them until you're sitting down
at home, with wine."
Maisie
put the smaller package into her bag and turned the larger one over in her hands.
She gave a self-conscious smile at her actions. Obviously it was a book, but a
brown padded bag didn't give much else away. So she'd nodded, put it in her
bag, and waited until now.
Her
heart was vying with the loud noise from the grandmother clock on the
sideboard. What if it was a Dear Maisie, goodbye Maisie, Dear John type letter?
It's a book. You don't do a Dear John
book. Just open the darned thing.
However, her hands shook, and it took four goes to find the edge of the tape
that sealed the bag.
When
she finally drew the contents out, Maisie didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
A
leather back jotter, tied together with a scarlet plaited rope and a gold
fountain pen attached in a holder, slid out into Maisie's hand. She ran her
fingers over the smooth as butter cover and bent her head to sniff the
distinctive smell of expensive hide. With the utmost care, Maisie opened the
cover. Inside, in elegant cursive script, were a few words.
'Pet, if you're serious, I need you to
start writing down your thoughts for me as each day goes by. Reread our emails
and write down your thoughts on them now. Highlight what means most to you. I'm
thinking of you.'
The other package was a soft leather flogger.
The note with that was even shorter:
To remind you.
Maisie
gave a juddering sigh and ran the strands of the flogger over her cheek. The
caress was as soft as a whisper, but she was under no illusions. With Rob's
expertise he would be a master of sensations. Her clit sent messages, like 'yes
please', and 'I wish it was now', as it reacted to the sensual pleasures in her
mind. She let herself have one last daydream of how it might feel if Rob
wielded her present on her skin, let her juices gather and felt her skin
tingle. Then she put it and the book down on the coffee table, before she
lifted her laptop up.
Rob
was methodical and numbered his emails, and Maisie had pasted them into a
document saved on her hard drive as 'Messages from my love'. She couldn't count
the number of times she'd pulled it up and read the emails, and she almost knew
them off by heart.
Okay, I can do this. Maisie took a deep breath, and opened
the document before she smoothed the first page of her journal flat. In all
honesty it would be a joy to write in such a beautiful book, and with a
fountain pen that had a famous logo on the side of the barrel.
One. 'Good morning, pet. Do I call you
that? Are you thinking about it, Maisie? About letting me be your Sir.
Submitting to me, and exploring what you want—what we want. I think there is so
much about you that you don't know. Now's your chance to discover those facets
… do you want to?
Shall I start to show you how we can
explore and find out what Maisie my sub would like?
Think about it. Waiting for me, naked
and on your knees with your head bowed. Is your breathing fast? Is that
seductive little pulse in your neck bouncing up and down erratically? How's
your cunt? Wet, throbbing and full of cream? Oh, and your nipples? I bet if you
touched them they would be hard and tingling and ready for more.
If I'm right, you don't do anything
about it, pet. Not if you want to explore our partnership. You do not make
yourself come.
How does that sit with you?
She
almost bit her lip before she heard Rob's voice in her head. 'Pet, you don't mark yourself. I do that.'
The Crimson Rope will be released on November 5th from www.evernightpublishing.com
Meanwhile, here's the all-important link to the other mid-week teases...
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