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Romance Erotica: Forcing His Hand
Romance Erotica: Forcing His Hand
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Forcing His Hand is a BDSM, Romance, Contemporary, and Couple's Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.
Hannah and Dominick have never particularly gotten along, but they deal with each other. They both go to a good college, and Hannah has everything paid for by her rich daddy, whereas Dominick works and gets loans to afford to go to a nice school. Their parents are friends, and they are all on a cruise to tropical island, compliments of Hannah's father. Dominick thinks Hannah is spoiled and a brat, and Hannah thinks Dominick is beneath her. Can he give her the kind of discipline she has so desperately needed for all of these years?
Excerpt:
Hannah walked into the hut, her skin pink from the sun. The sun had fallen hours ago but she’d been enjoying the warmth and the feel of the sand in her toes too much to go indoors. Pulling her sunglasses off the top of her head, she glanced around and saw that there was no sign of Dominick inside the hut. Good, she thought to herself.
She tossed her glasses down and noticed he had been rummaging around in his luggage. A few magazines were poking out of the open duffle bag. Nosy, she took a step closer and peered into the bag, pulling one of the magazines out. Her brow furrowed. It was a bondage magazine with a photo of a half-naked girl with her arms raised above her head, her legs shackled, and a ball-gag in her mouth. She pulled out a few of the others and saw they were all similar. One had a picture of a girl bent over, her hair being pulled by a man standing over her as he brought a paddle down onto her nearly bare ass.
Hannah bit her lower lip. She flipped through the magazine. Some of the images made her stomach twinge, causing a stirring between her legs. The girls had their mouths open in what was either pain or ecstasy…or perhaps both. The men dominating them were attractive and had hard looks on their faces that made her wonder what it would be like to be the girl in the photo. She peered into his bag, wondering what else was in there.
“What are you doing?” a deep voice startled her. She dropped the magazines and whipped around, nearly colliding with Dominick.
“Um…nothing,” she stammered.
“Really.” His eyes cut to the magazines and then back to her. “A little light reading?”
“I was just curious.”
“You were snooping,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.” He tossed his towel down onto the bed and crossed his arms. “Care to explain yourself?”
Hannah and Dominick have never particularly gotten along, but they deal with each other. They both go to a good college, and Hannah has everything paid for by her rich daddy, whereas Dominick works and gets loans to afford to go to a nice school. Their parents are friends, and they are all on a cruise to tropical island, compliments of Hannah's father. Dominick thinks Hannah is spoiled and a brat, and Hannah thinks Dominick is beneath her. Can he give her the kind of discipline she has so desperately needed for all of these years?
Excerpt:
Hannah walked into the hut, her skin pink from the sun. The sun had fallen hours ago but she’d been enjoying the warmth and the feel of the sand in her toes too much to go indoors. Pulling her sunglasses off the top of her head, she glanced around and saw that there was no sign of Dominick inside the hut. Good, she thought to herself.
She tossed her glasses down and noticed he had been rummaging around in his luggage. A few magazines were poking out of the open duffle bag. Nosy, she took a step closer and peered into the bag, pulling one of the magazines out. Her brow furrowed. It was a bondage magazine with a photo of a half-naked girl with her arms raised above her head, her legs shackled, and a ball-gag in her mouth. She pulled out a few of the others and saw they were all similar. One had a picture of a girl bent over, her hair being pulled by a man standing over her as he brought a paddle down onto her nearly bare ass.
Hannah bit her lower lip. She flipped through the magazine. Some of the images made her stomach twinge, causing a stirring between her legs. The girls had their mouths open in what was either pain or ecstasy…or perhaps both. The men dominating them were attractive and had hard looks on their faces that made her wonder what it would be like to be the girl in the photo. She peered into his bag, wondering what else was in there.
“What are you doing?” a deep voice startled her. She dropped the magazines and whipped around, nearly colliding with Dominick.
“Um…nothing,” she stammered.
“Really.” His eyes cut to the magazines and then back to her. “A little light reading?”
“I was just curious.”
“You were snooping,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.” He tossed his towel down onto the bed and crossed his arms. “Care to explain yourself?”
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