Sugar

December Ink

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 2,600
4 Ratings (3.3)

Sheila’s sworn off sugar…Sort of. She caves to her rabid sweet tooth at a crowded party and when handsome, well-disciplined Jake catches her with yummy dark fudge on her fingertips, he has some discipline to share with Sheila. To remind her that a promise is a promise, and sugar isn’t the only thing worth craving.

Warning: this title contains rough sex, spanking, corporal punishment, explicit sex and language, mild humiliation and sex outdoors.

Intended for readers 18+ ONLY

Sugar
4 Ratings (3.3)

Sugar

December Ink

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 2,600
4 Ratings (3.3)
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From SUGAR by Sommer Marsden

I suck the chocolate off my finger feeling something akin to a state of arousal. I'm locked in a traffic jam of bodies as everyone crowds and drinks and jostles to find the birthday boy. I sip my vodka and tonic and sigh as if I've just had a good, good orgasm.

"What's that on your breath, babe? Thought we were off the sugar," Jake says against the back of my neck. His lips pressed to the small spot of skin to the right of my nape.

I freeze, heart pounding as if I've been caught mid pillage or plunder or rape. All I've really done is eat a piece of chocolate fudge. One that was roughly the size of a dime. That was all. One little nibble and now...now I'm fucked.

"We are," I sigh and take a big swig of my drink. No dainty sip this time. I have a feeling I will need the liquid courage soon.

"Is that your impression of abstaining?" He's still pressed to the back of me but his hand comes into view. Large, powerful, freckled at the knuckles. He turns my hand over, palm up and traces the lines on my skin. Then he points, matter of factly at a smudge of fudge on the tip of one finger. "That's a pretty sad rendition of refrain."

My stomach is turning, turning, turning nervously. An invisible Ferris wheel of emotion, lit with small colored lights of anticipation. It turns inside of me and I try to hear the party din over my heart beating in my ears. "It was just a tiny piece," I say.

Someone bangs into Jake, thusly banging him into me. I feel his cock, hard and eager, press the back of my short denim skirt. My panties grow wet in the space of two breaths once I feel that. Now I am certain. I am definitely in trouble and I am in that kind of trouble.

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