Welcome to Masturbation Monday
Yes, I admit, I might have a thing about orgasm control when it comes to masturbating. It’s hot and sexy, being told to wait or not come at all. This excerpt, a longer one than usual, but you’ll see why, is from my latest book Mastering Meg. Megan is with her new Dom, Jeremy, and they are on the way to a party. A special kind of party in a barn. Before they leave, Jeremy has attached clamps to her stiff little nipples and now with Meg in the seat next to him, as he starts the car up, he ramps her up a little bit more.
“Hitch up your skirt and pull down your knickers.”
Oh man, do I have to? That’s what I want to say, but I can’t. I’m glued into my seat and desperate to obey him. It’s a drug, this thing I have inside me, it makes me do things that I shouldn’t. I love the naughtiness of the situation – being in a car with my man and unable to resist his tone of voice.
I lower the thong, wriggling it down my thighs.
“To your ankles.”
I shake my legs and the knickers rest around my ankles. I beam at him, feeling pleased with myself.
“Good. Keep that skirt hitched up.”
With trembling fingers, I carry out his request. No, not a request, he’s ordering me about and it’s hot. I need the air conditioning on, it’s keeping me from combusting. He glances over, taking a sneak between my legs and I know he can see them – my pussy lips.
He strokes my inner thigh with his hand before changing gear. I’m oblivious to the traffic around us. Soon we’ll leave town and be in the country, driving along narrow lanes and nobody will see what he’s doing to me.
“In the glove compartment, there’s a small pouch. Find it.”
I lean forward and open the compartment. The black pouch is at the top of the pile of car manuals. I take it out and open it up. A bullet vibrator.
I shoot a glance at me and he’s smirking.
“Use it to edge yourself, but don’t come. If you come before we reach Alan’s place, you will be punished.”
I drop the pouch back in the glove compartment and slam it shut. I freeze, wondering what I want to do. I don’t want to be punished, I want to be spanked. This is what this evening is all about: me and Jeremy in Alan’s barn and getting my arse whooped by my dom. Our first spanking party together. Trouble is, I’m so close to coming with the pinched nipples and my knickers around my ankles, the vibe is bound to send me spiralling out of control.
“Don’t hesitate. Do as you’re told, please.” He’s concentrating on the road and not looking at me, but he knows I’ve not switched the toy on.
“I don’t think…”
“Megan, stop thinking.” His tone is softer and he’s right, I’m overthinking it.
I slide my bum forward on the leather seat and switch the vibe on. It’s fully charged and buzzes noisily in my hand. Closing my eyes, I press it to my clit and slowly circle it. Oh my! What a sensation. Cold leather under my butt, nipples pinched and masturbating while the new man in my life listens – I do hope he’s not watching or else we’re in for a messy end in a ditch.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Don’t come, though.”
I groan as my clit aches for completion. I shift the vibe lower, poking it into my wet hole and smearing the juices up. The vibe with its tickling tip slips down my slit and labia, sliding between the folds. I avoid touching my clit – the trigger for my impending climax.
I curse, a soft swearword because I’m struggling. The muscles in my thighs are twitching and it makes me nervous.
“Megan, that vibe better be over your clit.”
How does he know! I reposition the vibrator, shifting it closer to my clit and I start to pant and tap my heels on the car mat, drumming them in frustration.
“I can’t…” I moan.
Jeremy pulls the car over into a layby and I think he’s going to rescue me, tell me to stop, but instead he reaches under my top, finds the chain and gives it a tiny tug. While he twitches that damn chain, he seals his mouth around mine and starts kissing me super hard. He’s exhaling a delicious minty breath and the flavour swirls about my mouth as he whizzes his tongue along my teeth.
“Mmm,” he mutters, “nice clean teeth.”
I drop the vibe between my thighs and he glances down at my parted legs. “Pick it up,” he whispers.
I’m shaking, fumbling with the small object, trying to get a grip with my clammy fingers. “Please,” I whimper.
“Please, what?” He caresses my inner thigh, nudging the back of my hand, forcing it nearer to my clitoris.
“Please, may I come?” I slide my bottom as far back into the seat as I can, but it’s no use, I can’t escape the pressure of the buzzing vibe.
“You want me to change my mind?” He peppers my neck with kisses and gives the chain another little pull down.
My nipples are starting to go numb, which means one thing, once they come off, they’re going to hurt like crazy. “Shouldn’t we be going…” I stammer, “Don’t wanna be late.”
“Loads of time,” he says, without looking at his watch.
My fingers are cramping and my juices soak the vibe. I’m practically sucking it up my cunt with the clenching effect of my spasms. The vibe slips out of my wet fingers again. I can’t keep hold of it.
Jeremy picks it up and presses it hard against my clitoris, rubbing it, too, which is making things ten times worse.
I grip the edge of the seat tightly. “Can’t we keep going? I promise if you drive I won’t come.” It’s a forlorn promise and I doubt I can keep it.
“Mmm. Full of ideas, aren’t you? I’d call this topping.”
“Just a suggestion, sir,” I add quickly, arching my back.
He’s working my nub, making me squirm and I shriek in alarm when a car rattles passed us.
“Perhaps,” he ceases nuzzling my bosom, “we should be going. Wouldn’t be polite to be late on our first night.” He sits upright and drops the vibe in my lap. As he pulls the car back on the road, I start to straighten my skirt out. “Oh, no. Keep going.”
What! I’m fighting my orgasm and there is no way I can win this battle. He’s pootling down the road at a snail’s pace and I’m willing him to speed, career around the corners and whittle away the last few miles. I’m more than on edge, I’m tipping over the brink and I can’t help but hold my breath in anticipation.
“Oh, oh, no…” I cry wretchedly. There I am, sitting next to a rather blasé Jeremy, who’s busy with his driving and I’m coming, convulsing on his leather seats, panting and writhing with the heat of the bullet on my clit.
The orgasm ripples on until I come to my senses. We’re pulling into Alan’s driveway – a long lane and generally used as a parking lot. Already there are other vehicles lining the side of the road.
The vibe is stuck between my thighs, which I’ve squashed together and I haven’t the will power to switch it off.
“Pity,” murmurs Jeremy, lining the car up behind another. “So close. Yards in fact.” He holds out a tissue and I chase the vibrator about the seat before handing it to him. He switches it off, wraps it up and tosses it into the glove compartment. “Tidy yourself up.”
I put my thong back in place and immediately the gusset is soaked. I shake my cramping hand before replying the red lipstick, touching up the smears around my lips. Jeremy is patient, allowing me the time to prepare myself. I touch my stiff nipples and look at him expectantly.
“Leave them. Your punishment. I’ll get to take them off later.” He straightens the lapels of his jacket. “Let’s go.”
When Megan is rude to a troublesome patient at the dental clinic where she works, the man who catches her in the act is none other than the tall, dark, and handsome Dr. Jeremy Rawlings. After informing Megan that it is clear from her behaviour that she is in desperate need of discipline, Jeremy instructs her to remain at the office after work for a sound spanking.
Despite her embarrassment at the prospect of such a humiliating punishment, Megan finds herself doing as she is told. Once her panties are down and her bottom is properly bared, her spanking turns out to be firm, unyielding, and painfully thorough. But Jeremy’s manner during her chastisement is sincere and kind, and before she knows it she has promised to apologize sincerely for her rudeness.
Though his standards for her are exacting, Megan finds herself more aroused by Jeremy than she has been by any man before, and she doesn’t hesitate to agree when he asks her to be his submissive. But will her penchant for mischief and defiance mean that she spends most of her time with a red bottom?
Publisher’s Note: Mastering Meg is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.