Daytime talk show host and America's sweetheart, Linda Lira, is a naughty little flirt. See what happens when her flirtatious nature gets the best of her, and crosses a line to get her itch scratched by the wrong man. Blackmailed and helpless, she is forced to grovel and beg for the very debasement she so wanted to avoid. And she discovers something about herself, and what she really craves.
Warning: This 13 thousand word story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, in every orifice of her body. Though everyone in this story is 18 or above, if you are offended by rough sex, blackmail sex, and taboo sex, then don't read this story.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
He pushed her down to her knees, and then to all fours. Linda was forced to crawl back to the family room sofa. Robert set the camera on a table across the room and sat on the sofa as she knelt before him.
"Oh? You're not going to record my humiliation?"
"It's more important to keep the camera as far from you as possible," he said. "Now, grovel, Mrs. Lira. Make me feel it."
Linda looked at him with utter disgust. She'd warned her daughter about Robert, but Sarah never listened to her. That was probably the reason he was so intent on humiliating her. And a good reason she had better not defy him too much. At least for now.
"I'm sorry, Robert, but I've never begged or groveled, and I find myself at a loss as to what I need to do to make you happy," she said. Really, her mind was blank when it came to groveling. Up to that moment, she'd have said she knew what groveling was, but now realized she didn't have the foggiest idea. "What exactly is it you want me to do?"
He looked at her like she was an idiot. Linda kind of felt stupid at the moment.
"Beg me on hands and knees to not blow you in. Offer to do anything I want. Beg to do anything I want. Be as pitiful as you can," he said. She continued to look at him with a blank expression. He stood up, sneering down at her. "Fuck it. I'm just going to show Sarah what you did and leave. Fuck you and good riddance."
"No! Please," Linda cried, clutching at his leg when he started to walk past. "I'm sorry. I'll do it. I'll do anything, just don't show anyone."
"You'll have to do better than that, Mrs. Lira," he said, but stopped walking.
"Please, sit back down. Please, I'm begging you," she said, clutching at his legs. Then she lowered her face, and licked the top of his right foot. "Look, I'm debasing myself. I grovel at your feet. You win and I lose. I'm absolutely in your power. Please, Robert, please."
"Lick my other foot," he said.
"Anything you want, sweetie," she said, kissing the top of his left foot before starting to lick. "Mmm, isn't that good?"
"Yeah," he said, grinning with wicked delight. Her heart sank as his hands went to his zipper. "You know what I really want?"
About the Author:
Jenevieve DeBeers leads a double life. By day, she is a dedicated worker bee in the corporate grind, but at night she surrenders to her deep, dark side and writes out all of the little fantasies that consume her day. Her characters enjoy all of the wild sexual escapades and daring deeds of lust and love that she wishes she was brave enough to enjoy in real life. Yeah, she lives vicariously through her characters.
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Published February 13, 2013
by Smokin' Hot Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.