All Strung Up

Rachel Swift was a lonely young woman of twenty six who, although beautiful, had never been in a long-term relationship. Her best friends had been her father, and her love of numbers. She worked in Sinclair Pianos, the premier music store in New York City, and was generally happy with her life. That is, until the day Michael J Rousseau came in looking for a new piano. Forty year old Rousseau was a virtuoso performer, who had women falling at his feet every day. But Michael hard a dark side to him; a side that liked to dominate and be in control. Rachel was about to discover how exquisite that dark side could be, and the dizzying heights of pleasure that he could transport her to. This 5500 word story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18.

Excerpt:

"That's better, you're getting there" he said, and she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. He continued rubbing her back, but now his fingers were smoothing out the knots in her spine and as he pulled her to an upright position, he was standing directly behind her. She rested her back against him, and was sure that she could feel his erection pressing into her spine.

"Surely I'm imagining that," she thought. But as his fingers moved forwards from her shoulders and down her chest, she realized that it was not her imagination. While she did have limited experience, what she could feel seemed massive, and was pressing assertively into her. She felt powerless to resist as his fingers continued their downward journey, and she drew in a sharp breath when he flicked the buttons of her dress open.