Molly Coddling

By D. Musgrave

Molly is young and horny, with a particular interest in sex and punishing the pert breasts and nipples that seem to have no effect on her husband. Craig seems just as happy watching football and drinking beer with his buddies. But he's nothing if not attentive, so he figures out ways to coddle his hot little wife that she never imagined, and he makes certain those pert parts, and more, get exactly the punishment they deserve.

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Jul 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476292151

D. Musgrave

Derek Musgrave is the guy you’ve known at one time or another. He was the kid in the back of the classroom, staring out the window. They called it daydreaming back then. The truth? Even then he was working. He grew up being told more often than not daydreaming was a waste of time. What a crock that turned out to be. Those wild, fanciful dreams were to one day become the fodder for the erotic tales that now flow into the pages of his work. Since then he’s written in a wide variety of genres and has become a prolific author of novels, novellas and short stories. You can find more of his work at his website or write him at d__musgrave at hotmail.com.

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Molly Coddling

by D. Musgrave

Molly Coddling

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

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This work contains graphic language and sexual depictions of sometimes extreme consensual and semi-consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters places and incidents are products of the author’s imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information, address Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

Molly had given up. She tossed the wet clothes into the dryer and slammed the door. Reaching across to start the dryer, she looked down at her red and black-striped halter-top and frowned. Her nipples were poking out noticeably and her smallish breasts were firm, showing off a little nice cleavage when the angle was right. Plenty of guys would have stared, but she’d tried everything she could think of to get Craig to pay more attention to them with almost no luck at all. She knew they weren't big, but that didn't matter to her. They were remarkably sensitive and she often pinched them and teased herself, often to distraction, when she was in the shower or alone.

It hurt her when she saw him stare at big-breasted women. Not once had he given hers more than a few cursory tweaks or obligatory sucks. She’d lost count of the number of hints she'd given him—if doing things like shaking them from side to side in his face could even be considered hints. Still, he usually just turned her over and took her from behind, grunting and carrying on about her 'great ass' while he spanked it. Yeah, she had a nice bottom, and she was happy he liked it. She didn’t even mind the spanking, but that’s not what really turned her on. The least he could have done was trade off.

Molly had spent the better part of Sunday morning parading around the house, bending over so he could see down her top. She went so far as to rub an ice cube on the tips of her breasts and then bend over in front of him, showing her hard nipples while she pretended to straighten the living room rug. Nothing worked. She got little more than a grunt and a nod as he leaned to the side to look around her at the pre-game show on the TV. She’d gotten a Nice ass, gorgeous, once, when she’d bent the other way, but that hadn’t been what she was looking for.

Resigned, she muttered under her breath. I give up. I guess I'll have to keep playing with my tits myself. She went to the utility room and sorted the laundry, getting a jump on her weekly chores.

She was out of ideas and muttered to herself as she heard him yelling at the TV. Why can't he pay that kind of attention to me? She looked down at her tits and shook her head. Short of begging, she hadn’t a clue. Maybe a boob job was what she needed to get him to notice them.

She had her hand up under her shirt, idly tweaking her left nipple, when a shadow passed over her and someone pressed her against the dryer. For a second, she thought the ass shot had been enough to make Craig want a quickie. Instead of going her pants, though, he forced a red handkerchief between her lips.

Instinctively, she opened her mouth in protest, but the knot in the bandana made that impossible. She tried to turn and pull away, but he had her pinned. She felt his hands working behind her head, tightening the bandana in her mouth. Try as she might, she knew there was no escape, and she relaxed. She wasn't sure what he’d planned, but the hard bulge in his pants and his hot breath on her neck were reassuring. If nothing else, she could pinch her own nipples while they fucked.

The weight of his body pressed her against the vibrating machine, teasing her body. She choked back a moan as his hands slipped down her sides and he whispered hotly on her