BDSM: Behavioral Deviance, Sensory Maturatio
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by David Jewell
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Another stunning novel of dominant males and female submissives.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [239 KB]
Reading time: 161-226 min.
It was another picture perfect sunset over the Caribbean Sea. The air temperature was seventy-five. The wind was light. The waves gently lapped at the shoreline along Seven Mile Beach on the west side of Cayman Island. The sun was seemingly submerging itself into the sea.
Brad Steele never tired of watching the sun set. The white beach sand felt slightly warm to his feet. He put his arm around the waist of his wife, Angie. He pulled her close as they listen to the waves and the squawk of the sea gulls. He smiled as the wind kissed their faces. He glanced as a tender made its way back to a cruise ship. He felt sorry for the passengers, who had to leave after getting only a small taste of what the island had to offer. He enjoyed living in paradise. He looked back at the sunset before taking his wife into his arms and giving her a long, passionate kiss. "I love you."
"I love you," she whispered back. She kissed him again. She held him close and enjoyed how his body felt against hers.
"How about a drink before we go home."
"I'd love one."
Their gazed moved back to the sunset. Then holding hands, they walked across the white sand to their favorite bar. She ordered a Blue Hawaii and he ordered a shot of Jameson with a Caybrew back.
He thought she looked awesome in her yellow bikini that complimented her even tan. He looked into her blue eyes and moved his fingertips through her wind tousled hair. "I really love you, Angie."
"And I, you," she said with deep emotion while looking into his dark brown eyes. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"I'm glad you think so." He kissed her softly before downing his shot of Jameson. In light of what happened nearly five years ago, he was happy that she could say that now. He sipped his beer as he thought back to that time and to the events that brought them together as husband and wife and to this island so far away from their life in the United States. He gazed out at the ocean as he did.
He was a detective on the Claremont Police Department located thirty miles east of Los Angles. Claremont was an eclectic community with seven exclusive private colleges. He had been investigating a prostitution ring that was operating on the college campus of that fair city. When a close friend and police officer was killed after infiltrating the ring, he became obsessed with solving the case. He was bound and determined that he would find out who had killed his friend and one time partner. To do so, he went undercover on the campus and met Angie Delany, who was a student at Scripts College and majoring in fine arts.
Angie was a bubbly blond beauty with a petite, but well-proportioned figure. She had the most incredible legs and ass that would make most men and women say, "Damn!" He was among those who did. At the time, she was paying her way through college by working as an exotic dancer at the local topless bars. She also preformed sex acts in the parking lots when not on stage. She was making a very comfortable living for both her and her pimp.
Brad was after her pimp. He slowly gained her confidence and convinced her to help with his investigation. The night in which he sprung the trap to capture her pimp and the murderer of his friend turned into a pulse-raising evening in which Angie was nearly killed. He had arrived just in the nick of time to save her life from her pimp. It was an evening that terrified both of them and changed their lives forever.
Dr. Gerald Richfield, a professor of sociology, was her pimp. He was into far more than just prostitution. He catered to the sexual depravity of some of the richest and powerful people in Southern California. His client list, of course, included movie stars, producers and politicians. Besides prostitution, he was involved in bondage, discipline and sadomasochism. There was nothing too bazaar for him in terms of human sexual needs. As a result, his services were in high demand and he became incredibly wealthy. As a professor on the college campus, he was able to tap into an abundant supply of young females and a few men to supply the diverse needs of his growing clientele. He was sitting on a virtual gold mine.
When he broke this case wide open, Detective Brad Steele was surprised with what he found. As he searched Professor Richfield's office, he found the list of the rich and famous that used his services. He also located the list of his numbered accounts where he had hidden his wealth. For some reason, these items didn't get booked into evidence.
After Dr. Richfield was found guilty of murder and sent to prison for life, Brad emptied the millions of dollars from Dr. Richfield's account into his own accounts in the Cayman Islands. He kept the client list in a safe deposit box.
During the trial, he became romantically involved with Angie. At first, it may have been guilt over almost getting her killed. However, in a short time, they had fallen deeply in love. After lots of soul searching, he resigned from the police department, married Angie and moved to George Town, Grand Cayman Island. He had it all--a beautiful wife with whom he was madly in love, millions of dollars in the bank and a chance to live in paradise and do exactly as he pleased.
"Earth to Brad," Angie said.
"Sorry. I was thinking about Dr. Richfield." He sipped his Caybrew.
"I thought so."
"It wasn't a bad flashback. If it wasn't for him, you and I wouldn't have met and we wouldn't be living here and enjoying the good life."
"True. What else?" she said indicating that she was capable of reading his mind.
"Well, I'm getting restless. I need something to do."
"I've sensed that lately."
"It's not that we need the money."
"That's for sure."
"I just need something to occupy my time." He paused and sipped more of his Caybrew. He looked at her. "It seems that Dr. Richfield did okay catering to the special needs of his clients."
"I'll say. I know I made him a lot of money," she said openly.
"I understand why you did it. It paid the bills."
"It did. But it was exciting, too. I liked being an exotic dancer. It was amazing to see the kind of power I had over those guys from just taking off my clothes."
"I can understand why. You have an awesome body."
"I'm glad you still think so."
"I'll always think so."
"Even when I'm sixty-four and sagging?"
"Always, my love."
"Thanks." She smiled. "What are you thinking of doing?"
"Well, I still have the list of his clients. I was thinking of contacting them and offering them some of the same services that Dr. Richfield did."
"Interesting." She sipped her Blue Hawaiian. "Here in George Town?"
"Yeah, I've given some thought about setting up a place here."
"I see. I'd to hear more about that."
"Okay. Let's talk more about it in the morning. Right now, I want to take you home, get you naked and make love to you."
"That sounds very good to me."
Forty-five minutes later, he was untying the strings of her bikini top in their home located in a very exclusive neighborhood of George Town. He paused to admire her breasts with their large prominent nipples--nipples that he always enjoyed transforming into hard pebbles. He would do so again tonight. But, first things first. He untied the strings of her bikini bottoms by giving them a quick jerk.
She gave him a wicked smile as her bikini bottom fell away and revealed her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She moved into his arms pressing her breasts firmly into his naked chest and kissed him.
He held her close. He felt his penis stirring. "I love how you feel against me."
"So do I." She kissed him again. "I want you naked, too."
"Okay." By the time he removed his swimming suit, she was in bed waiting for him.
He lustfully looked over her trim, athletic body. He enjoyed how she was doing the same thing to him. He got into bed and took her into his arms. He gave her a short kiss and then simply held her close. He loved how she melted into his embrace. Feeling her raw sensuality as he moved his hand over the smooth skin of her back, his penis began to react. He kissed her again. Only this time, it was longer and involved their tongues dueling with each other.
"Mmmmmm," she purred expectantly as her level of need dramatically increased. She reached down. She was pleased to find that he was well on his way to becoming fully erect.
"Ohhhh," he moaned. He cupped a breast. He kissed her again with passion. He pushed her onto her back. He looked deep into her eyes. "I love you."
"I love you." She lightly squeezed his penis three times and told in another way, "IEloveEyou."
He smiled. He leaned down to suck on her breast.
"Yes," she breathed as her nipple disappeared into his mouth and his tongue swirled over it. She arched up slightly as she enjoyed his soft, gentle and loving attention to her sensitive nipple. She felt it turning into a hard pebble. "Mmmmmm."
He felt the transformation of her nipple. He was proud of his ability to turn her on. As he switched to the other breast, his hand moved over her abdomen. He loved the feel and texture of her skin.
She expectantly spread her legs. "Ohhhhhh," she softly whispered as he lightly massaged her pussy.
He separated the lips of her pussy and felt how wet she was. His penis flexed. He playfully sucked, nibbled and licked her nipple. He was further aroused by her soft moans as he gently pushed two fingers into her pussy.
"I want you so much," she breathed. She pulled his head up and kissed him. Her tongue touched his tongue as she flicked it into his mouth.
He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth as he moved between her legs and prepared to push his cock deep into her pussy. With her guidance, he did. "Mmmmmm," he moaned while maintaining a lip lock as he enjoyed the sensation of her hot pussy engulfing him.
She passionately kissed him as they became one in terms of their need, their passion, their love and their lust.
Holding each other, they kissed. They hugged. They made love. They filled the bedroom with soft and loud moans of desire and primal need. They churned on the bed seeking fulfillment from each other as only lovers can. In the dim moon light, they lustfully looked at each other. They moved their hands over each other's hot, sweaty body. In their moment of passion, they were the only ones in the world. Her clit and his penis were swollen. Yet, they held back so they could enjoy each other for as long as possible.
He pumped her faster and faster as he sensed she was about to cum. He loved making and feeling her orgasm. He took pride in his ability to do so.
"Yes!" she cried out as her whole body yielded to him. She quivered all over. She pulled him down and kissed him. She expectantly waited for him to join her. She flexed her vaginal muscles.
He felt her climax. Her felt her pussy demanding that he cum in her. He tensed. He came. He moaned as his semen left his body with multiple ejaculations of raw sexual release. Her jerked as he continued to stroke her. Finally, he collapsed against her. He kissed her. He held her. Like her, he felt his cock and her pussy pulsating. "That was awesome, my love."
"It was. I love you."
"I love you." He held her until he slipped out of her. Then rolling off, he took her back into his arms. He held and caressed her until she fell asleep. He joined her a few moments later.