I know it's Monday, but I'm afraid there's no journal entry today. Next week there definitely will be, but for today, how about a snippet of my WIP instead?
Right now I'm furiously working on Prima Donna, as I would like to showcase it when I am at Indie Rom Com in Tennessee come October.
I am currently about 29,000 words into the book, and it's probably about halfway done. I want to have the rough draft of the manuscript completely finished by the end of the month, so I really need to buckle down.
Sylest and Lyn are drawing closer to one another and with that closeness comes admitting they enjoy certain activities in the bedroom. After a nice meal the two of them begin discussing how to create a safe and consensual environment for play.
This has not be edited at all, I'm sorry if it's filled with typos, repeated words and spelling errors. It will be cleaned quite a bit before the final draft.
Hope you enjoy!
Prima Donna - Yes, Mistress...
Lyn let himself be led like a puppy, his emerald eyes
sparkling with wonder as he stared at Sylest.
Being with her made his chest warm and he could not think of anywhere
else in the world he would rather be.
Soon he was dragged halfway through the house and then shoved lightly so
he fell back onto a big fluffy couch. He
stretched out, Sylest’s body coming to rest against his own. She snuggled to his chest as she fiddled with
a remote and his arms instantly wound around her slight body.
After a few moments neither of them could recall what movie
she had turned on. They were too busy
staring into one another’s eyes. Despite
the close quarters situation, Lyn made no motion to bridge the gap between
them. Sylest smirked and slung a leg
over his lap, ending up seated on him and leaning into his face. Lyn’s hands came to rest on her waist and he gulped
loudly.
“You’re such a good boy.
Do you know how good you are? You
sit and wait for orders, but I can see in your eyes how much you want to beg. I’m imagining you tied spread eagle across my
bed, blind-folded, maybe even gagged…how does that strike you?” Her voice was a sultry purr, her elbows
resting against his chest, pressing down on him.
“Oh God…” He gasped
out, closing his eyes and giving a full-body shudder. “I didn’t want you to think me some kind of
freak. I…I don’t know what to do. I mean, I have so many strange thoughts. I just know I want to worship you. Please, I’ve never had anyone…I mean people
have tried, but it’s never gone well. I
trust you; I know you wouldn’t hurt me…” He shivered, but this time there was fear
behind the motion.
Sylest leaned down, letting her lips brush his ear as she
spoke. “Ssshhh, it’s ok to be
scared. You’ve never had a proper Dominant
in your life. I promise that I will not
do anything you do not enjoy. My job is
not to injure or upset someone beyond his or her limits. If I do my job correctly, you may delve into
your darkest desires in a safe and secure environment.” She let the words sink in, while tenderly
combing her fingers through his hair.
Lyn began to relax, his body stretching out on the couch as
he abandoned to her touch…her voice.
Sylest continued. “I
will check on you during our encounter. I will ask you simple questions to allow you
to continue your immersion but also draw you up just enough to catch your
breath. I want you to color code your
emotional reactions. Green means you are
all right and wish for me to proceed. Yellow
means things are intense and perhaps going too far, and I should slow down, but
not stop. Red means it is too much, too intense,
and you need me to stop. Do you
understand?”
Lyn nodded slowly, swallowing down a thick lump as the
reality of the situation came crashing down.
“Y-yes, I understand.” He kept
his eyes closed, feeling her body gently moving him and the tender way she
touched his hair and neck.
“All right, I also want you to choose a ‘Safe Word.’ This is a special password that you speak if
something becomes immediately overwhelming and you need all play to come to a
halt. The Safe Word is important and
needs to be something that you can comprehend in an intense situation and speak
quickly. It can be a food or an animal…” She moved to trail kisses along his jaw.
“G-sharp.” He blurted
out, arching against her body.
Sylest blinked, leaning back a bit to eye him
thoughtfully. “G-sharp?”
Lyn’s eyes fluttered open, staring blankly at the
ceiling. His pupils were dilated and he
looked drunk with lust. “G-sharp reminds
me of Chopin. When I was trying to learn
his first concerto I found it so daunting.
Without going into too much detail there’s a spot in the middle of the
second movement with eight sharps and an F with a double sharp for lack of a
better way of putting it.”
She chuckled, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his
lips. “Very well, the Safe Word is ‘G-sharp.’”
He looked to her, tilting his head. “I have a question. If I am gagged and I need you to stop, how do
I signal?”
A smile graced her face and she leaned in to nuzzle his
throat. “If you consent to being gagged,
I will place a small horn into one of your palms. If you become uncomfortable or overwhelmed,
you can beep the horn.”
Lyn nodded, closing his eyes again. He seemed completely at ease, and it pleased
her.
“So then are you ready to worship me?” If either of them recalled they were watching
a film and it was still playing on the television behind them, they didn’t let
on.
Lyn’s lips parted and he spoke in a hushed whisper dripping
with desire, “Please, Mistress.”
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