Excerpt from Chapter 5: Playing Dress-Up

“Oh, wonderful,” Jack laughed when I emerged in my French Maid outfit.

“You’re here. Why don’t you start with the bookshelf on that wall?”

I shot him a glance, thinking that he would have wanted me to begin my work somewhere else...perhaps with me running the luscious feather duster along his bare chest, and then down, lower.... I could so easily imagine how the tickling feathers would feel on his naked skin, and I wanted to make him shiver, to make him close his eyes as I ran the duster between his legs and over his fine, hard cock.

Or maybe he’d take the duster away from me and be the one to wield those unforgiving feathers. Maybe he’d tie me down and tickle me with the delicate feathery fronds. That was the only way I could conceive of being able to handle such torture.

But he simply raised his eyebrows and waited, seeming to want me to actually pretend to clean. In Jack’s sterile world, dust never had a glimmer of a chance. His cleaning service was in every day to make sure of that. He liked his world beyond neat, bordering on antiseptic.

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But I began to whisk away the nonexistent particles, making sure to reach high up on my tiptoes and then bend way over to get into nooks and crannies while Jack sipped his after-dinner drink, watched me move in the tight, tawdry outfit, and gave me detailed instructions.

“Over here, Miss,” Jack told me next. “I need a fresh drink.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I took his glass with a curtsy and refreshed the drink. Jack winked at me and then when I thought he might start to peel out of his clothes, he told me to head back to the bedroom. To try something else. He really did seem to want a fashion show. A naughty, fetish-filled fashion show, but a fashion show, nonetheless.

The bed was covered with possibilities. But as Jack had given me zero indication of what would turn him on this evening, I had no idea which outfit to slide on next. After some thought, I settled on a sexy secretary look, one with a crisp white collar attached to no shirt at all, a jacket open to reveal a sultry black-lace bra, and the shortest pencil skirt in the history of skirts. I kept on the fishnets, and then picked up one of my notebooks and a pencil. I knew that Jack’s secretary didn’t dress in any version of this clichéd style at all. She shopped in tony Beverly Hills boutiques, and sported a professional look--a look that I personally would never, ever want to adopt. But this was different.

This was a secretary outfit made from vinyl. Notebook in hand, I headed back down the hall.

Jack was on the balcony, watching the lights. “About time,” he said, when I walked out to join him. “I did have a little dictation I wanted to get through tonight.”

I stood, my pencil poised and ready, but Jack removed the implements from my hand. “Not that kind of dictation,” he continued, pressing down on my shoulders.

I dropped easily to my knees as Jack undid his slacks, and as I started to suck him, I thought about the fact that he rarely ever wanted a straight blow job. There was always an extra bit of kink thrown in--we were outside, or I was dressed up, or I was tied down, or I was crying from an over-the-knee spanking, trying to keep my ass in the air.

Jack twisted the perverted dial on every scene, which was exactly what I desired.

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Wrapped Around Your Finger
Entirely suited to one another, Jack and Samantha continue to explore their sultry, kink-drenched love affair in Wrapped Around Your Finger. Jack, a dominant’s Dom, pushes Samantha’s boundaries, making Sam do things she’d never thought she wanted to, and never believed she would. He takes her in public, on stage, punishes her with both sensory deprivation and erotic overload, and proves to her that this was what she needed all along. Costumes, erotic toys, role-playing, and a 24/7 BDSM-lifestyle fulfill Samantha’s dirtiest dreams. But can she manage to stretch her love for Jack to incorporate his carnal need for his male assistant Alex as well? Take the ride with this deviant trio, and enjoy their complicated, intricate, happily ever after.

Alison Tyler has made being naughty a full-time job. Her sultry short stories appear in more than 100 anthologies, and she is a prolific editor of bestselling erotic anthologies like The Big Book of Bondage, Sudden Sex, and Down and Dirty. In all things important, she remains faithful to her husband of 15 years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume. Find her at alisontyler.com and alisontyler.blogspot.com