When he sets eyes on the tigress Mistress Felicity, he knows she’s the one who can fulfill his most forbidden fantasies. But Dr. Victor Reznik has the same ideas. He’s in town to nab a sicko transporting illegal exotic animals, and the three band up in an undercover sting.
With Felicity’s pleasure chest of toys, she instructs the innocent men in the bondage arts. The men become play partners to satisfy Felicity—and themselves. Will they learn to play nicely with each other? Or will they throw down their toys and go home once the smuggler is caught?
STORY EXCERPT
“Speaking of,” said Ian. “Did your father give you any more grief about your activities at the Fett Axel in Stockholm?”
Felicity
fiddled with her fingers in her lap. “Yes, he gave me grief, all right.
I think he’s been very successful in convincing me to give up the
lifestyle.”
“What?”
Ian leaned closer to her and put his hand over hers. “You can’t let a
man suffering from dementia alter your life so radically, Felicity!
Hasn’t he also been known to put his pajama pants on over his trousers,
put his wristwatch into the fridge, and accuse his therapist of being
Jimmy Carter?”
A laugh forced its way through Felicity’s sorrow. “That’s true. He did think his shrink was the former president, there to force him to build a house for Habitat for Humanity.”
Ian said, “See? So you’re going to listen to him when he begs you to give up your life?”
“Okay, then! If you really don’t want me staying in Utah, I’ll return to Stockholm!”
Victor
stepped closer. “Actually, I agree with Ian, not for the reasons you
think. Ian can’t stay in Utah either, for obvious reasons, and I’m going
to have to go back to the Salt Lake office when I’m done with the
current assignment. But Felicity, he’s right. You can’t allow a man to
dictate your life who thinks he has to attend the Camp David accords to
get the Sunnis and the Shiites together.”
“Oh, yes,” Felicity agreed warmly. “He thinks they just need to have an honest dialogue.”
Victor sat on the couch’s arm. “See? And you’re going to let this peanut farmer convince you to start an entirely new career?”
“Well.”
Felicity seemed to blush. “I know he’s said and done some dubious
things in recent years, but he was pretty lucid when we Skyped. And his
reasons for begging me to change my life were not because I’ve been
immoral or corrupt, but because he doesn’t see much future in the
Dominatrix field.”
Ian
nodded. “I can see his point of view. You need to do something more
forgiving in terms of aging.” Swiftly he added, “Not that you won’t age
gracefully. But one must be practical.”
Felicity
squeezed Ian’s hand. “No offense taken, sweetie. I agree with my
father. I’m working on it with my sisters as to what I could possibly do
out here. It would be nice to be around them again, especially since
they seem as though they’ve all turned out to be wonderful, caring
people.” She sighed deeply and stared off distantly. “I know I’ve been
running from myself since my husband’s death. I do feel that I’m no more
Mistress Klara than I am Where’s Waldo or Marge Simpson. Although I do
have hair like Marge, if I pile it high enough.”
Ian
squeezed her hand too. “I’m sure your talents for running a club will
translate well into running some aspect of the lodge. And speaking of
talents. We need you to help—”
“Oh!
That reminds me.” Felicity stood and picked up her coat. She rifled
through the pockets. “I wanted to give you something, Ian, to symbolize
our relationship. Something for you to remember me by.”
Ian
waved her away. “Oh, don’t be such a sappy twit, Felicity. I don’t need
a gift from you to remember you. Here’s a deal. If you stay at the
lodge, I’ll come visit you here. You can torture my cock and balls any
time.”
“No, seriously. Here.”
Ian took the black leather...cock ring? “Where did you find such a thing around here?”
Felicity
took her seat next to Ian and plucked the cock ring from his fingers.
“I had my manager in Stockholm express me some things I thought I might
need, and I thought of this. Here.” With relief he saw it wasn’t a cock
ring but a wrist cuff, a bracelet. “This is to reward you for being such
a good slave. It designates you as my play partner.” Wrapping it around
his wrist, she pressed the snaps together with a sound of finality.
Ian
looked at Victor, feeling smug. She hadn’t given Victor any such sign
of ownership. “I belong to Felicity,” he sniffed. He dared to kiss her
for the first time, and her lips were pliant and soft. They smacked at
each other’s mouths with genuine love. Ian’s chest swelled with emotion
as he held her birdlike shoulders in his hands and inhaled her honeyed
scent.
They
withdrew a few inches, smiling stupidly at each other. Ian didn’t see
her as Mistress Klara anymore. She seemed to be becoming more
comfortable as Mistress Felicity.
ADULT EXCERPT
His
mouth curled sensuously. This whole Iron Man thing was working very
well for him. He probably had women coming out his ears, being a famous
biologist who traveled the globe giving knowledgeable speeches to
esteemed societies. “You’re a sultry tigress,” he said with wonder. She
squirmed, not knowing if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Then he
dove back into her cleavage.
Popping
a breast from its casing, Victor nibbled and worried the erect nipple.
Felicity hadn’t experienced this sensation in months, years perhaps.
Once in a while bound fellows got loose and ran amok, and that was
probably the last time anyone had nuzzled at her breast. She gasped
loudly with the shock of it. He supped at her nipple like a frisky puppy
until she could stand it no more. He squeezed her tit at the base and
popped it into his mouth, laving the entire tip with the flat of his
tongue.
Felicity
squealed, truly unprepared for such an assault. She was fairly well
schooled in casual modes of self-defense, so it was almost automatic for
her to bring her leg up and knee him in the balls. He sucked in air and
paused in his gurgling, but she hadn’t kneed him that horribly, and he
went right back to his feast. This time he released the other tit from
its bondage. He nursed that one enthusiastically, nibbling and sucking,
before burying his face between them and applying one enormous lick to
the valley there.
Felicity’s
pussy was trickling juice into her ass crack, he was making her that
hot. She humped his hip bone while shimmying her shoulders, the better
to wriggle his face into her bosom. But her words told him a different
story. “You rat bastard. How dare you take advantage of me? Just because
almost all women are naturally weaker than most men, you use your
strength to control me. Do you like taking advantage of women who don’t
want you?” Again she grabbed a handful of his tie that now hung from his
neck like a noose after their tussling. She was a strong woman, having
not much else to do in her downtime in Stockholm but work out and lift
weights, and she snapped his head back to attention. He looked even more
handsome, if such a thing was possible, with his thick dark hair all in
disarray. “Do you hear me, you bastard?”
Victor
only grinned again! He said smoothly, “Do you really expect me to
believe you’re not enjoying this? You’ve got a spectacular rack,
Mistress, in case you weren’t aware.” Even more impudently, he slid his
palm over the rise of her boob and diddled her nipple between thumb and
forefinger. Here he was practically dangling from the noose she’d made
of his tie, still arrogant enough to toy with her like that!
She
yanked him with the tie, her other hand shoving his chest. He stumbled
back, giving her enough room to leap to her feet. Her bared tits swayed,
buoyed up by the bra’s underwire cage. In the towering beige heels and
slim slacks with tendrils of her flaming red hair coming undone from her
bun, she knew she was the picture of the vivacious Amazon. In the
flashing of a few fingers, his tie was undone, limp in her hand.
She
growled, “You think you’re the first man who has come along and thought
he could best me? You’d be amazed how many men have that fantasy. ‘Oh,
I’ll overpower the big, redheaded Domme, and’—hey!”
The next thing Felicity knew, the tie was in Victor’s
hand. He twirled her around while simultaneously gripping both her
wrists together in the small of her back. Maybe because it was so
unexpected, Felicity allowed herself to be handled like a blow-up doll.
She came to her senses, but not in time to wrench her hand from the knot
Victor swiftly tied with the zeal of a Boy Scout.
“You
pig!” she shrieked. “We haven’t talked—we have no safe word—we have no
mutual agreement at all! How dare you bind me without my consent?”
The
heated slab of his body pressed against her back. He rattled her by the
wrists, ensuring his knot was solid. “Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose?
It’s called bondage and discipline for a reason. You forget, Mistress.
I’m experienced in tying women up.”
“How dare you—”
With only a slight shove, Victor was able to topple her face first onto one of the beds.
His
voice was breezily cheerful as he stood between her feet, removing
first one strappy heel and then the other. “Yes, some women
underestimate me because I’m an animal biologist who hangs out in the
savannah with the hyenas and baboons. But I tell you, Mistress—there
hasn’t been a tigress yet that I couldn’t conquer. And definitely not
one as regal as you.”
Felicity wailed, “We don’t play this way in Stockholm! No one tries to take unfair advantage of the other!”
Kneeling
between her outspread thighs, Victor slid his hands between her waist
and the mattress. He undid the button and zipper like a magician—they
parted like butter at his touch. “There’s one thing you’re forgetting,
Mistress.” With one yank, he’d bared her generous white butt to the
ceiling. She squirmed like someone in a sack race, but her wriggling
probably only made Victor randier. He slapped her ass, cupping his palm
like an experienced Dom, knowing it would sound louder that way.
Felicity gasped, but relished the warm tingling spread of forbidden
pleasure, and wished he would spank her again. “I know that you like
this treatment.”
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