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Eva2Hi folks!

Happy almost-spring. Can it just get here already? The melting snow has created lakes in my backyard and you could do the backstroke to my front door! I sure hope we have formidable delivery men for the next week or two!

That said, it’s nearly Valentines Day and there is hope that after this fine event, the weather will turn warmer. To further heat things up, today I bring you an excerpt from Leigh Ellwood’s story, the Dares that Bind.

Excerpt:

She ventured further into the suite, one cautious step after another, passing doors for the bathroom and bedroom, in which she saw a gigantic four-poster bed with a bright floral coverlet. To think fifteen minutes from now she could be laying there, legs spread while this man pounded into her. The thought frightened, yet thrilled her.

Why did I come here with him? She instantly knew the answer. Her mind insisted research for her writing, and to disprove Alton’s theory of her submissive nature. However, her body shuddered in a silent cry for passion, determined to join forces with her heart and overrule her mind. That she willingly followed Alton to his room marked one strike against rational thought.

The click of the door’s lock sounded throughout the room, drowning out the blood pounding in her ears. Vic felt attuned to everything in the suite, with even Alton’s soft, carpeted footfalls toward her sounding like a basketball thumping against a hardwood floor. Curse this wild imagination.blonde-submissive-bw

“You have excellent posture,” he noted, circling her with amused appraisal. Hands clasped behind his back, he tilted his head and stepped slowly, resembling a tourist before an ancient statue. “Good lines and bone structure.”

Don’t ask me if I’ve modeled. Vic considered her five-feet-ten height an inconvenience, non-conducive to her writing aspirations since her long legs often cramped under desks while shuffling for a comfortable sitting position. Her reluctance to face another reprimand prevented her from voicing the smart remark.

“Yes, you carry yourself well.” Alton’s voice lowered and melted into the air between them. Vic felt the words caress her and tease the skin on her exposed arms. How ridiculous and utterly amazing it was that his presence compelled her to assume this rigid stance. I can leave whenever I wish. Nothing stopped her from simply turning to the door and leaving.

She exhaled slowly through her nose. Nothing but curiosity, and her desire to know what Alton planned for her.

To his credit, Alton didn’t mince words. “I think you should see how well you look, too. Stand before that mirror there,” he pointed to the full length mirror in one corner of the living area, “and take off your clothes. Slowly, and watch yourself as you do it.”

Huh? This certainly hadn’t been part of her day’s agenda. The way Alton commanded this of her sounded gentle and non-threatening yet firm, and Vic vacillated between moving to obey and wanting to escape…if only to learn whether suffering the consequences might promise something more exciting. She looked at the expectant Alton and knew instantly that he could see the war raging inside her. If he were truly a Dominant as portrayed in Kerry’s magazine, he was quite patient. Hopefully that counted as a good quality for a Dom to possess.

She watched his hands, large with thick fingers, now folded before him. What would they feel like, spanking her for her insubordinate behavior? Or perhaps the punishment for her refusal to undress would involve not touching her? God, this kink shit is so hard to figure out.

“Victoria?” he pressed, a touch of insistence in his voice now.

“Yes, sir.” That gave him pause. Vic realized Alton had never instructed her on how to address him. He appeared to be pleased.

Somehow she willed her legs to work and soon she stood before the tall, beveled mirror framed in a cherry maple stand. She stepped out of her shoes, then lifted each heel one at a time and slipped off her socks. Next would come her white t-shirt, the hem of which she now freed from the unbelted waistband of her jeans just before reaching to pull the material over her head.

“Slower, Victoria,” Alton quietly admonished. “Undressing shouldn’t be a chore or routine.” He paced behind her and she paused, watching his movement in the mirror. He stalked her carefully, his gaze taking in her entire form. “Let your movement become fluid, and graceful,” he said. “Experience the eroticism of the moment…show me your sensual nature.”

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Get more of this story and 9 other in the Valentine’s Day issue of Sexy to Go, out now for just #.99.

Happy reading!

Eva

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