“Why did you invite me for dinner?” Britta asked when they entered the dining room. The drive from Manhattan to Southwest Mass was far more pleasant than she had expected. Moreover, the scenic byways soothed her end-of-the-workweek shot nerves. However, the real treat was entering the door to this humble modernized cottage. This was definitely a great place for a weekend stay, away from the crowded, busy, and kinetic energies in the city.
“Please,” Reg said, motioning to a dining chair, “take a seat.”
Britta obliged as Reg took the opposite chair. In walked a topless man with jet black hair, dressed in black bowtie, carrying a tray of appetizing starters for their enjoyment. He placed a basket of fresh-baked bread and a bowl of olive oil on the table, then bowed and proceeded to exit.
A glint of light snagged her gaze. She realized with a start that the man had a metallic cock cage, previously hidden by the serving tray. From the mere profile view, his shapely bottom was bare--sans pants!--and sported a tattoo too small for Britta to decipher.
Holy shit.
She didn’t swing that way, but even she couldn’t tear her eyes away form the sight and had to admire the build on the man. Seemingly unbothered by the gawking, their waiter turned and her mouth parted in an inaudible gasp. He for sure had something up his ass. Literally. Her eyes widened and snapped back at Reg, whose lips quirked softly in amusement.
“I understand you have some questions about the lifestyle.”
“Please,” Reg said, motioning to a dining chair, “take a seat.”
Britta obliged as Reg took the opposite chair. In walked a topless man with jet black hair, dressed in black bowtie, carrying a tray of appetizing starters for their enjoyment. He placed a basket of fresh-baked bread and a bowl of olive oil on the table, then bowed and proceeded to exit.
A glint of light snagged her gaze. She realized with a start that the man had a metallic cock cage, previously hidden by the serving tray. From the mere profile view, his shapely bottom was bare--sans pants!--and sported a tattoo too small for Britta to decipher.
Holy shit.
She didn’t swing that way, but even she couldn’t tear her eyes away form the sight and had to admire the build on the man. Seemingly unbothered by the gawking, their waiter turned and her mouth parted in an inaudible gasp. He for sure had something up his ass. Literally. Her eyes widened and snapped back at Reg, whose lips quirked softly in amusement.
“I understand you have some questions about the lifestyle.”
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The above excerpt is from the to-be-published Purr Scent VII: The Miseducation (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio), which predates what occurs in Purr Scent I: The Meeting (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio).
Although Parts I to VI star a bisexual female submissive, a lesbian domme and an alpha male dominant, Part VII stars a lesbian dominatrix coming into her own while being mentored by a bisexual man in a M/M/M gay menage relationship. Purr Scent I: The Meeting (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio is now available for free on all retail sites. |
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Jacintha Topaz is the author of Purr Erotica Romance, devoted to FF, MM, LGBT, MFF Menage and More BDSM, kink, bondage, fetish, spanking, domination, submission, hot, sexy, erotic romance reads. When not writing, she can be found indulging in cashews and kefir and her secret love of armchair gardening.
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