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Authors: Theda Hudson

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A Dirty Little Deal

BOOK: A Dirty Little Deal
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Book Description

Dirty Little Deal, Dirty Little Book 1, A Darker Wings Book

 

A beautiful mask.

 

A sex dungeon.

 

A rule-bound woman.

 

A man intent on peeling her inhibitions away, one slit of the knife, one hitch of the skirt, one nibble at a time, while he whets her appetite for discovery.

Luiz's girlfriend, Tasha, has a rule book called "How Sex Should Be". He's decided his "Love to Make You Come as Many Ways as I Can" book makes more sense and more pleasure for both of them. He knows it won't be easy to convince her, but he has a plan. If it doesn't work he'll call it quits and leave her for good.

Dirty Little Deal

Dirty Little Book 1

Darker Wings Series

 

by Theda Hudson

 

 

 

 

Dirty Little Deal

© 2015 Theda Hudson

PUBLISHED BY:

Lilac Moon Books

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

Cover by Dayle Dermatis

Copyright © 2015 Dayle Dermatis

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Contents

Book Description

Title Page

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Dirty Little Dare Sample

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

About the Author

Other Works by Theda Hudson

Acknowledgments

Thank you to my critique group, Robin Owens, Janet Lane, Jessica Wulf, Peggy Waide, Alice Kober, Kay Bergstrom, Steven Moores, Denee Cody, Cate Rowan, and Pam Nowak.

 

 

 

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Chapter 1

Don't get me wrong. Tasha Carlson is gorgeous. Every time I see her I get a hard on from here to there. Legs, with tight muscles on the backs of her calves, going straight up to heaven. A mouth that is soft and sweet to kiss. Big, round breasts with rosy nipples that tighten up to pegs and beg to be tweaked.

And that's the problem. They may be begging, but she is definitely not. Not even a little, even though I can see the desire bubbling, ready to boil over into full-blown passion.

Because passion is not lady-like. And Tasha is a total lady. At least that's what she tells herself and me. I know better, and I've decided that either I must turn up the heat and make the tea kettle sing or I'm done with this relationship.

And I don't want to be done with her. She's what I've been looking for--smart, beautiful, driven. But I want some overt sexuality to tie the ribbon around that package.

Not that she isn't sexual.

Oh, I get her in bed regularly. Oh, God, she's like a goddess laid out against the maroon cotton sheets, her eyes shining in the dim light. She smells great, too, a little
Grammercy Twilight
, a little sweat, and her own personal musk. But it's all very straight-laced, and not in any kind of bondage way. And by the book. Her book. Which is nowhere near as fun as my "Love to Make You Come as Many Ways as I Can" book.

No, her book has a lot of rules about what's okay and what's not. I've decided we can only have one book and I want it to be mine, along with her.

So I set her up for an opportunity to make her let go of her rules and discover what she's missing. I bought two memberships to the
Darker Wings
Convention.

Touching the receipt in my breast pocket, I hefted the colorful shopping bags from Ashes to Fashion as I walk up to her door. The bags will be the first hurdle. The dress would be fine, a satiny black pencil dress with a cutaway back and decorative frogging on the front. Even the stockings with subtle clocking at the ankles wouldn't cause a fuss.

But the shoes. Oh, my. I got a rise just thinking how the backs of her calves would look as her legs rose up out of the patent leather fuck me heels. I got a larger one out of imagining her bent over the couch in those heels, as I slipped her a bigger than Lebowski's. I'd slap her ass to see it jiggle and hang on to her hips and watch in the foyer mirror as I watched her glorious tits jouncing while I ride her.

But first I had to get her out of the sensible heels she always wore. Because nothing about my plan was sensible and I wanted her to be off balance. Which would make it easier to push her over the edge.

I stared at my reflection in the cut out of Tasha's front door. I look good in my costume. Black hair casually mussed. She says she likes the boyish look it gives me. The black raw silk jacket is nubbly, completely not my style. I'm usually a buttoned up guy because that's what's expected in the private equity world. And skinny ties have been out for a while, especially paired with black jeans and a sateen cotton shirt.

I rolled my head on my shoulders as I rehearsed my negotiating points. If she'd do this, I'd go to the symphony with her this season. Every show she wanted, even
The Messiah
. All three hours of it. Hell, I'd even buy the tickets
and
make the donation to the fund.

That should be enough for the shoes. I just had to hope the rest would follow. Because after the carrot would come the stick. And I would hate it if she forced me to use it.

Dirty Little Dare, Dirty Little Book 2

 

Since that early summer night in the garage, Cara Mia had graduated from bent over against the concrete wall with her torn dress rucked up over her hips to laid out on my kitchen table, yes, with all the dishes still on the table, although shoved to the end.

Okay, she got a little wild and shoved several pieces off the table, where they smashed into a million pieces, just as Mr. Twist pushed her over her own edge. I thought the crashing noise was appropriate to her situation, and it covered her shouts, which were also a graduation from the little muffled whimpers she had hitherto thought were outrageous.

Ever the good boyfriend, Luiz helped me sweep the floor and load the dishwasher afterward. He even bought me a new navy-blue serving dish and a beautiful white platter to replace the ones we swept up.

And Cara Mia has gone past Violet Thumper, the purple bunny fur paddle Mr. Twist introduced her to that night in the parking garage. Gawd, she loves that thing—even the leather side sometimes—but now I think she adores the brilliant blue deer hide flogger that Mr. Twist bought on eBay.

He learned to wield it at the alternative lifestyle club during one of the many classes they had taken to learn how to navigate this new land safely and enjoyably.

The falls—that’s what you call the leather strips—feel like velvet. Mr. Twist runs them across Cara Mia’s back when he bends her over the footboard of her bed. Then he lays the handle over her back so they dangle between her breasts when he—how delicious it is to say this—mounts her. When he slips his…his dick—there, I said it—into her.

The leather tickles so as it brushes her breasts, and it makes her wiggle in ways that Mr. Twist enjoys very much. Then Cara Mia enjoys things even more.

Who knew breaking out of all my ideas about “This is How Things Must Be” would be so much fun? Except that it is Cara Mia who is breaking the rules. I have broken nothing—except, somehow I feel cracked.

Which is the whole point of this Halloween party. It is time to go further, to stretch the boundaries until they snap again and Cara Mia has entered a new land, another level of pleasure.

That night in the elevator on the way down to what Cara Mia would learn was the grotty dungeon at Darker Wings, a man propositioned Mr. Twist for the use of Cara Mia as a bondage sub.

I was terrified that he would give her to him, still in the dark about what the evening would entail, but the thing that struck me was the man’s comment that she had a beautiful bone structure that was perfect for bondage.

The idea stayed with me and, since then, my secret library of naughtiness has grown to include several books about bondage and the pleasures to be found therein.

One of the pleasures of bondage is evidently the Zen-like state that the tie-ee enjoys as the bonds are wrapped around her body. I have read about this subspace state in several of the manuals on the alternative lifestyle that Darker Wings exemplifies and educates its members in so they can be more successful, more naughty, and more skilled explorers of the world of sexual pleasure.

Cara Mia has yet to go there.

I admit that Mr. Twist has kindled a curiosity that I never expected to enjoy. For Cara Mia’s pioneering forays into this dark and naughty world, I ordered her several lengths of recommended rope in appealing colors and stashed them a bag.

She has run them over her arms and legs, coiling them about her body to imagine what the draw is. The tactile pleasures to be had are subtle and lovely. I think that they could induce Cara Mia to succumb to this subspace.

But first she must get to the party. The dress she is wearing tonight is a little ragged Goth/witchy number, along with some funky black pointy-toed construction boots that I found at the Ashes to Fashion store. It’s the same place Mr. Twist bought the pencil dress he sacrificed to force Cara Mia to strike a blow at my rules about “What is Fun and Why Sexy is Inappropriate for Me.” And appropriate for her, most anywhere.

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