Hi all, it's #MidWeekTease time again.
I'm so excited about this fantastic antho I'm honoured to be included in.
My story, In His Hands, is set in Hong Kong, my favourite city in the world.
In Monsoon season in Hong Kong, anything can happen…Even so, the last thing Caness Clacher expected was to meet a Dom. The very man who made her want to sink to her knees and say, ‘Yes, Sir’. Unbeknown to her Patrick Lim had waited a long time to claim Caness as his sub. Without electricity and with a monsoon raging, it’s time to explore their desires. Will the elements work in their favour or not… Only time—and a scene—will tell.
And your Tease
She should be in a rush. Instead, she stood, ignoring the heavy downpour known as black rain that indicated monsoon weather. There was little enough time to get home before all public transport was suspended for the duration, but Caness still didn’t move. It might be her last day at work before she went freelance, but she’d still had obligations and left late. Now she wished she wasn’t so bloody conscientious, but it was ingrained in her psyche. Or imbibed with her mother’s milk. Finish what you start.
However, a Hong Kong monsoon was not to be messed with.
Her long red hair, so at odds with her vaguely oriental looks, had left its plait once the growing wind caught it, and was now plastered to her skull and hung almost to her waist. God knows what sort of a mess it would be when it dried. Corkscrew ringlets no doubt. Her once pristine and demure work suit was fast becoming tight, and more sexy than suitable for a day of meetings. Nevertheless, Caness Clacher remained steadfast as she stared into the gallery window and at the glorious barbaric, and unique jewelry she saw there. No doubt it cost a king’s ransom.
What? She blinked, and looked closer to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. No, it was there all right, and it was what she thought at first glance. Silver fetters, of twisted strands, which looked as if it were a collection of barbs. On a closer glance Caness could see the barbs were an illusion, and there were no sharp ends to mark or tear the skin. Wrist cuffs and a thick collar completed the set.
She salivated and her pussy muscles contracted as she thought how she would feel wearing them. Them and little else. She moaned softly—talk about making her completely wet. Her underwear was now as damp as her outerwear. How come she’d never seen things like that in here before? She walked this alley with its expensive designer shops, art and craft galleries, and boutiques every day.
Usually in a rush.
Nothing before ever caught her eye and made her slow or stop to look more closely.
In black rain, and a rapidly approaching deadline of no transport until the monsoon passed. She must need her head examined.
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love R x