This weeks #SatSpanks is allowing authors to break the 8 sentence rule. Yah-hooo and Skip-spankity-doo! because I have a Spooktacular little treat for you this week.
I've decided to share bit's and pieces of Chapter One of my first publication, The Story of M: A Seduction, because it's a BDSM thriller and thought it would be fitting for Halloween.This book is written in first person from Misty's point of view.
I stepped up my pace as I approached the alley wanting to pass quickly. But it wasn’t my lucky night. I felt a pointy object in my back, and a leather-gloved hand wrapped harshly around my mouth. I froze as he pulled me back against him. “You may walk slowly backwards and do not attempt to scream,” a man’s muffled voice said. Instinctively my hands reached up to his arm in an attempt to pry it from me, but I felt the point tear through my blouse and poke my flesh. I took a step back while tears started to form in my eyes. Then another and another as he virtually pulled my stiffened body along. A tear rolled onto his glove and I could see the glint of it in the streetlight. My nose started to run and it became harder to breath. He stopped and leaned his head next to mine.
“Stop it, my dear, or I shall give you a real reason to cry those tears,” he hissed, poking the knife further into the space between my shoulders. I flinched and tried to nod my head. My legs were trembling, my hands and arms shaking. We reached the back of the alley and he pulled me harshly, removing the knife from my back as he shoved the heavy metal door open.
“I think you’re going to like the basement, my dear!” He laughed a little and nudged me again to start descending the stairs. The clack of my heels echoed between the cold gray cement walls with each stumbling step I took.
I stood there peering into the room shaking badly. There was a long silver table and a workbench where a single light bulb was suspended. Various tools were strewn about on the workbench—wrenches, leather gloves, and some smaller hand tools. As my eyes adjusted a little more to the dim lighting, I got a better look at the long silver table. There were stir-ups at one end… an exam table.
“Get the hell in there, he demanded. I took a couple of steps forward but he kept thudding the handle of the knife in between my shoulder blades, shoving me along. There was a divot in the cement floor and my heel caught in it. I stumbled forward and fell, scraping my knee on the abrasive floor.
“Priceless… now we really do have a reason to doctor you up, don’t we?” he said, as he took hold of my arm and helped me to my feet.
“Up you go, Princess,” he growled, shoving me hard towards the table.
I stumbled again, my hands falling hard onto the cold stainless steel on the table. I thought about losing my shoes and making a run for it, but I didn’t. I stepped onto that little black step, turned and sat on the table, just as I would if I were really at the doctor’s office. My nose was running again as I sat there, topless, except for my bra. I was cold and trembling. My fingers curled around the edge of the table, gripping me in place. Part of my exposed thighs warmed the steel, instantly robbing me of what was left from my body heat.
“Let’s make sure that cut on your knee doesn’t get infected first, shall we?” He pulled open a drawer on the table that happened to be on my left side. It was filled with medical supplies—tape, gauze, speculum (the older metal kind), and the bottle of alcohol that he was taking out. He closed the drawer before I could get a better look. “Hold this,” he said, handing me the bottle of alcohol.
He turned from me and walked over towards the workbench. “Don’t try to run while my back is turned, I will be on you well before you make it to the door and you wouldn’t enjoy seeing me angry, my dear,” he warned ominously. I could see his lips turn up into a smile as he turned and took a duffel bag from under the workbench. He turned sideways, keeping his eye on me while he opened it and fumbled through the contents. Finally pulling out a small towel and a bottle of water.
He picked up a stool from alongside the workbench and came back to the table, sliding the black step back into the table with is boot, while setting the stool down behind him.
“Princess, you're such a mess!” He set the towel and the water onto the stool, and turned around standing extremely close. His thighs pressing into my knees, I winced as the fabric from his pants pressed into the cut. His hand came up around the bottom of my chin and forced me to look at his masked face. His fingers felt cold against my flushed skin. “You would look prettier without all this black shit all over your face. Why are you crying, my dear?” he cried.
I watched as his eyes looked into mine, from one to the other. He brought his other hand up and wiped at my face a bit. I didn’t want to say anything and tried to look more at his neck than his eyes. I didn’t like the way they seemed to pierce right through me. His grip tightened on my chin while he brought his other hand down on the table next to my left thigh and leaned forward bringing his face about an inch from mine. “You will look at me while I’m talking to you, do you understand?” His words weren’t so much harsh as they were firm. I nodded as his eyes bore through mine. My bottom lip started to quiver again and I sniffled. “Why are you crying, my dear?” he asked yet again.
I could feel his breath against my lips as he spoke. I wanted to rip my face away from his hand and scream.
“I’m scared,” I managed to say. My voice was tight and it cracked.
His grip on my face loosened and he slid his hand down onto my shoulder, while his other wrapped around the small of my back. He pulled me in closely, smearing my messy face all over his T-shirt. I let go of the bottle of alcohol as he squeezed me. I could feel his chin resting on the top of my head. “Oh my, my, my… yes, I imagine you would be scared wouldn’t you, Princess? Look what I’ve done to you. I hope you will forgive me one day for putting you through this. I will tell you right now, my dear. I do not mean to harm you. If you are thinking I intend to rape and kill you, I assure you, I do not. Now lay back Princess, and please try to relax. It really is important!” he explained.
He pulled out a drawer in front of him, as I unwillingly lay back onto the cold table. I gasped as the cold hit my back. Tears ran from the corner of my eyes into my hair. I slid my arms to my side and held the edges of the table. A sob escaped from my lips. My thighs were trembling badly as his fingers moved up my exposed calves and then to my thighs. He stood up between my legs and started to pull my panties down. “Oh my,” he sighed. “You’re crying again and you have ruined all my hard work of cleaning you up.” He continued to pull my panties down, lifting my left leg out of the stir-up to pull them off and then left them around my ankle on my right foot. He rested his palms on my knees when he finished with my panties and sighed as he looked at my shaved sex. Then he slowly walked his eyes up to my bra and cleavage, while his hands roamed up the inside of my thighs, his fingers came to rest in the crease of my trembling legs. His thumbs were lightly petting my soft pubic lips. “I know you’re scared, my dear. Please try to relax!”
Misty couldn't relax though. Understandably, she was little more than a ball of nerves. Knowing this, her abductor offered her something to take the edge off her fear.
“These are Valium, I want you to take one of them. It will help.” He took one of the tiny pills out and offered it to me on his outstretched palm. My body was trembling. “I’m okay now,” I said softly. His hand was still roving my back softly as I opened the water. As I drank, he unsnapped my bra. I dropped the water and my body froze.
“You see, my dear, your actions speak louder than your words. You are not okay now. When I said I wanted you to take one of these, it was not an offer. It was an order.” He pushed the pill before my face. I reluctantly took it, its bitterness dissolving almost instantly on my tongue. He started stroking my hair as he slipped the shoulder straps of my bra off, pulling it down my arms and hung it on the stir-up next to my panties. He stood in front of me again placing both hands on my shoulders, pushing back a little. “Look at me.”
I looked up into his bright blue eyes. I saw him smile and then look down at my bare breasts. “I realize that you have no reason to trust me,” he said, brushing my hair from my eyes. He wiped at the dark smudges under my eyes. “We really should get on with things, my dear, and get this part out of the way.” He cupped my face and pulled me towards him, kissing the top of my head tenderly through the mask.
“What part?” I whispered as he was sliding his hands from my face to my shoulders. My heart started to race as I anticipated his answer. “The exam, my dear, I am sure you have had a few of them in your lifetime. Now lie back please and let’s try this again and please, do try to just relax.”
I'm sorry this excerpt did not include a spanking, but since this week is Halloween I wanted provide you with something more Spooktacular. You can however read the spanking snippet here My first #SatSpanks
If you'd like the full story you can find it here Blushing Books Or here Amazon
If you'd like the full story you can find it here Blushing Books Or here Amazon
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