True Calling (eBook)

S.E. Beymer (Autor)

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2021 | 1. Auflage
296 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-0983-4934-9 (ISBN)

Infos

The lusty voice breaks the late-night serenity as premiere radio talk show host Jordyn Jamison welcomes you into her world of Silk Ropes. Here you will find the answers to your deepest questions and darkest desires. Away from the station Jordyn has an elite group of private clientele that appreciate her ability to bring their fantasies to life. But when they are murdered, she becomes the prime suspect.

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The lusty voice breaks the late-night quiet as premiere radio talk show host Jordyn Jamison welcomes you into her world of Silk Ropes, where you find answers to your deepest questions and desires in sex its various forms. Away from the station, she has an elite group of private clientele that appreciate her ability to bring their fantasies to life and maintain the discretion each one demands. Their world of money and celebrity is perfect until they are murdered, and she becomes the prime suspect. Detective Chris VanZandt follows the clues in this twist a minute look at the dark side of fame while hiding his own secrets.

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8.

The hotel room was not hot or cold, but he felt the hairs on his skin tweak with anticipation. Naked in the chair, the full black hood on, he could feel his warm breath echoed back to him as he waited. In fact, with the hood on, he had noticed that his other senses had stepped into hyperdrive. Not only was he aware of his breath and the goose pimples on his skin, but he also noted the feel of the straight-backed wooden chair he was sitting on. The wood was unyielding and uncomfortably sturdy. The varnish on it made his warm body stick to it in impossible ways.

He wanted to move, but he remembered his instructions. Enter the room. Strip off everything. Bathe. Go to the wooden chair. Place the hood over his head. Sit, feet together, hands flat on top of his thighs, and then wait. And above all, he could not have any male response. Male response, he thought. Fancy words for saying you can’t let Mr. Happy have his moment. The rules stated not even a twitch of erection would be tolerated. A deep breath escaped him as his penis jumped with anticipation, and he fought against nature.

Wait, what was that? He was sure it had only been a few minutes at most, but the anticipation made time slip, and it felt like much more than that. He wanted to shift his position, but that was part of the rules too. Once seated, he was not allowed to move. Though his whole being clamored for him to ignore the rules, he remained plastered to the chair.

His mind raced with thoughts as he fought the urge. Wait. What was that? He heard a noise out in the hall. Was it another guest going happily to their room for a needed rest for their busy day. Or was it the ever-present maids, the ones he had placed the “do not disturb” sign on the door for? He chuckled to himself at the thought of what one of them would do if they walked in accidentally and saw a naked, hooded man sitting in the middle of the room. As the thought roamed around in his mind, he felt his amusement threatening to become a laugh, and that was something that could not happen. He has been warned. No movement, no sound unless instructed to do it.

From his forced perch, he strained to hear more of the noise. Was she late? Was she toying with him? Or was she just not going to come at all. Maybe this had been a mistake. Or a practical joke. The fantastic Jordyn Jamison taking private customers. Yes, he thought it might be a very elaborate practical joke. He wondered how long his friends would let him sit before busting in the door and announcing the hoax.

But it all sounded so legit. Then again, perhaps she wasn’t who they said she was, and this was her way of getting a jolly. Lead people on and let them make a fool out of themselves. His heart had now picked up on the adrenaline rush he was getting from the wait, and it throbbed in his chest.

Footsteps shuffled close to the door and then faded down the hall. He bit his lip, trying to focus his concentration on his assignment as his body rose and crashed with the tension.

He felt a small bead of sweat forming on his brow, threatening to cascade down his nose and drop. The urge to wipe it made his hands tremble as he swallowed hard, fighting it.

Another set of footsteps was coming down the hall. These sounded different or was that just his wishful thinking. Straining to listen, he forced himself to hold his breath to lessen the noise interference. His lungs ached as the moments ticked by. Yes, these were different. Exhaling in a rush, he felt the blast of hot air push back from the hood into his face. Holding it again, he waited.

Yes! The slight swipe of the card in the reader and the soft beep of acceptance. His ears heard the lock release and the door swing open, followed by the rustle of leather as she walked across the carpet. His nose picked up on the delicate smell of Eternity. He let the mild fragrance filter through the hood to his nose, his lungs sucking in a deep breath to catch all that he could of it. It tickled as it entered his hidden orifice. Struggling not to cough, his body ached with the tension as he heard her move closer.

“Mr. Spice,” she said, her hand moving softly along his shoulder. “It’s my pleasure to meet you,” she continued.

He felt his body tense even more as he struggled to maintain no movement. The drop of sweat could no longer contain itself, and he felt it release, falling on his cheek, then rolling to his neck.

“I see you read the rules, and I trust you understand them fully, but let me remind you at your request this session is about control. Any deviation from the rules will not be tolerated, and I will leave, and you will be dismissed. Nod once if you understand.”

Following his instructions, he moved his head slowly forward and back.

“Good. Then let’s get started.”

She moved away from him, and his ears heard a zipper and the gentle rustle of leather as she took off her clothes and dropped them on the bed. What was she wearing, he thought, trying to focus on that instead of giving in to nature as his penis twitched again?

Wait, what did he hear another zipper? Smaller though and zipped up again. Purse, he thought. That must be it. His mind raced as he thought about what she might have brought with her. His penis twitched again; he fought to keep it limp.

There was a light click of a switch, and light beats broke the silence in the room. The thumps of the drum sounded like a heart in a distant place. It wasn’t loud, just enough to tickle his ears. The song was familiar, but not something he’d heard in a few years.

A raspy mans’ voice suddenly broke the beats, “You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you, you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you.”

He knew it immediately. As the song droned on, his ears picked up her move back to him, then silence. Was she standing there, looking at him? The thought giving him feelings of vulnerability. What was she looking at? What did she see? Did she know the effect she had on him? Did she know that it was taking every fiber of his being to hold the position dictated by the rules? He strained to hear what she was doing.

His wait was only moments as he felt the sharp edge of her fingernail trace over his right shoulder and down his back. Her touch was everything he had wanted, hot and purposeful. She stopped only a few inches from the top of his shoulder and traced the design inked into his skin.

Starting in the middle, her nail followed the pattern of three separate swirls that began with fish like tales and ended with arrow points. Surrounding this were two more layers of design that looked like a mixture of flames and claws.

“This is very interesting,” she said as she continued to trace. “Is it custom?”

She waited as he remained still. “oh,” she giggled. ”So you are right. You may answer me with a nod.”

Slowly moving his head up and down, he was grateful for the momentary movement.

“Very cool. Some day you will have to tell me what it means”, she said, placing a gentle kiss in the middle of the design.

Every nerve in his body pulsed with energy restraining any response he might have.

“Now, Mr. Spice, I believe the lesson is about control, so far you are doing very well,” she said, patting his head with her hand. “Let’s test those limits.”

Moving his hands from the tops of his legs, she let them dangle to his sides. Standing in front of him, she straddled the chair and sat on his lap. Fighting the instinct to use his hands to hold her, he concentrated on his other senses.

His nose was the first to come to his rescue by taking in more of the lusty smell of Eternity. He forced his mind to wonder where she had dabbed it. Did she do spritz and go, or was she the type that would take the time and drop some on her wrists, neck, and breasts. No, he thought, don’t think about that.

The other sense that tried to occupy him was touch. She had just the right weight: not too heavy and not too light. He closed his eyes and focused on what she was wearing. Mixed with the perfume was the musty smell of leather. This was confirmed as she leaned forward onto his chest.

Along with that feeling was the warmth of her body next to his. He felt the slippery silk feeling of a leather corset. He let this touch project the image in his mind. Black, he thought. Or maybe red. As she moved against him, he could feel a row of buttons, and he imagined those too bright and shiny brass ones in a long straight row.

“You’re doing very well,” she said, pushing closer to him, letting the tip of her tongue flick his earlobe. “Ok,” she said, impressed at his restraint. “Let’s move on.”

Grinding her hips against his, a different sensation greeted him down below. Was it fuzzy? Surely she wasn’t naked. As she rubbed deeper into his lap, his tender skin felt the seam edge of the corset. Fun fur, he reassured himself. Nodding gently to himself, he understood that she intended to test every inch of him.

Rubbing back and forth to the rhythm of the music, he felt the fur tickle and entice him. He struggled to maintain, but his mind could not win over his animal instincts, and he felt the first jump of life as the blood rushed in to fill his waiting passion.

She felt it too and immediately stood up to look at his growing member.

“Tsk, Tsk,” she said as she backed away from the chair and him. “Time for me to go. You failed,” she said as she picked up her things from the bed and hurried to the door, leaving him sitting there...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 3.2.2021
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Krimi / Thriller / Horror
• ISBN-10: 1-0983-4934-2 / 1098349342
• ISBN-13: 978-1-0983-4934-9 / 9781098349349