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Sunday, January 20, 2013

BDSM and coffee in "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright

I'm dedicating this post to all the coffee drinkers out there, and to anyone who's ever had a dirty conversation in public! This excerpt from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission is from the story "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright. If you like it, please like Serving Him on Amazon! See previous excerpts: "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.



From "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright

The phone rings as I pick it up to check it for the hundredth time in thirty minutes. I’m so startled, I drop the phone and it skitters across the slick tabletop. I catch it as it slides off the edge.

“Hello?” My voice is as breathless as he always says it is. It would piss me off if I weren’t so excited.

“Are you thinking about me fucking you?”

That’s what I love about him. There’s no preamble, no chitchat. He cuts right through the bullshit and gets to what he wants. What we both want.

I laugh, but it’s the kind of laughter that’s an escape valve for all of my pent-up frustrations and nervousness. “Something like that,” I say, conscious of the people around me.

“Tell me.”

Damn. I should have known he wouldn’t let me off the hook just because I’m in public. I cup my hand around the phone and whisper, “I’m thinking about you fucking me.”

“Louder.”

I glance at the woman next to me, who is wearing ear buds and seems oblivious to my presence. “I’m thinking about you fucking me,” I say, louder this time.

Maybe too loud, because she glances over at me with a weird expression on her face. I turn my head to the wall, but the full-length mirror reflects the three tables of people behind me, not all of them wearing ear buds.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice silky smooth. He sounds like sex. He is sex. “I want you to go order a coffee.”

I look at the cup in front of me, nearly untouched. “I already have a coffee.” He makes a sound of impatience. I know that sound too well. It means I’ve displeased him. If he were here in person, there would be some punishment to go along with that sound. I can’t decide whether I wish he were here or not.

“I want you to order something specific,” he says. “A medium coffee with cream and two pumps of vanilla. Because you’re as far from vanilla as they come, aren’t you, Meredith?”

I nod, even though he can’t see me. There is nothing vanilla about me except the way I dress. I’m your typical coffee-shop freelancer, dressed for comfort, not for style. “Yes, Sir,” I say. “Then what?”

“You’ll know what to do. What’s your safeword, Meredith?”

“Latte,” I say. It was my choice of word—a tip of the hat to my love of coffee. “Will I need it?” I can’t imagine what he’s up to, but a shiver of anticipation tickles along my spine.

“I hope not.”
If you liked this excerpt, please do like it on Amazon, enter to win a $50 Amazon gift card by pre-ordering by January 31st, and stay tuned for more excerpts!

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