SHARING SERENA (The Sexual Submission, Domination and Humiliation of Serena Marks.)

BY DAY: Serena is a young woman enjoying the single life and working in a high-end shoe store.

BY NIGHT: Serena is all tied up as servicing her tall, dark and very handsome Italian boss as his personal sex slave.

Serena seemingly has all she ever wanted. Or does she...

When her gorgeous ex-fiance, Grant, walks through the door of the store with the same grin and charming demeanor she remembers from so many years ago, Serena finds her urge to submit to him just as strong as ever...

Shockingly, Serena’s current master agrees to loan her to Grant, and the two spend a kinky, passion-filled weekend together. But when the time comes for Serena's return, Grant struggles with idea of losing sweet Serena once more.

Sharing Serena seemed like an ideal agreement at the start, but will Grant be able to hold up his end of the bargain and give her back?

When I had all I could hold, I sat my fork down again and pushed my plate away. “Well, that was a fabulous meal.” I meant every word of it, the food was very good.

“Finish it.”

I didn’t have to ask him to repeat himself this time. I pulled the plate back in front of myself and ate the remaining bit of lamb and snow peas left on my plate.

Orlando leaned forward. “Now, lick the plate.” Things were suddenly getting very interesting. My heart started to speed up and my breathing quickened.

I picked the plate up with both hands and raised it to my face. This was a very upscale restaurant and I knew I would be attracting attention, but I didn’t care. A warm feeling that I hadn’t felt in so long washed over me as I slowly extended my tongue to the white porcelain, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

“No, set the plate back on the table and lick it clean. You must do this.”

I set the plate down as he said, ignoring any attention I might be attracting from the other diners. My hands dropped to my lap and I leaned over and slowly drug my tongue across the juices left over from my meal. He watched, staring at my eyes the entire time. Not really looking at me as he was looking into me, deep into me.

Again, I slid my tongue across the white porcelain, never looking away.
A fire was starting to form in my belly and I began to feel flush. How did he know?

“You may stop.”

I sat up and dabbed the corner of my mouth with a napkin. I could see him watching my purposefully slow movements, so I indulged him. With my lips slightly parted, I slid the cloth across the length of my bottom lip and back again.

Content Warning: This 10,000 word erotic story contains explicit sexual situations, harsh graphic language, erotic situations, domination, sexual submission, light BDSM and threesome sex. All characters depicted within are 18 years of age AND it is very much a story for adults only (18+).