13 August 2014

WIP - Finding Herself

Soo, this is the first time I'm ever participating in a 'blog hop'; let's hope it works! For this week's 'wip it up Wednesday', I've decided to share an excerpt from one of my current works in progress: working title: 'Finding Herself'...

'Well? Would you live happily ever after with Colin?'

Damn. 'I... I'm not sure. He and I, well, we're different in a lot of ways. He's very sweet, though, and has always been kind to me.'

Reaching out, Leon slowly wrapped her long hair around his fist and drew her face up until she was looking directly into his eyes. 'You need more though, don't you girl?' he growled, his voice reverberating through her very soul. 'You need a strong man who knows what he wants and won't take any crap from you. You need a man who will love you and cherish you, and hurt you, and fuck you like you've never been fucked before.'

Almost instantly, Kimba was once again reduced to a quivering mass of desire as she heard the words she had only ever imagined said to her, late at night, as she feverishly masturbated, alone. 'Yes Sir,' she whispered, her voice thick with lust.

'I thought so.' He let go of her hair and settled back down into his seat, lifting his half-smoked cigarette to his lips and picking up his coffee as if nothing had happened. As if the girl beside him wasn't almost trembling with the sudden need to have him deep inside her until she was screaming.

How does he do it? How can a couple of mere sentences reduce me to such a keening, wanton little slut? she wondered, squeezing her thighs together in an unconscious attempt to regain some semblance of self-control.

'I want to fuck you, Kimba,' he spoke suddenly, calmly. 'I've had a borderline painful hard-on since the instant you walked through the front door – and I prefer to dish pain out, not suffer it. So if you agree to let me share your bed tonight, you have been warned. It's your choice.'

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Kimba extinguished what was left of her cigarette and drank the last mouthful of coffee before setting down her mug. When she finally answered him, it was with a single word. 'Yes.'