Veroneeka’s Time

By Grace Vilmont

Michael had long kept his secret desire to bed a black woman to himself. When he was approached by just such as woman who was a lawyer, smarter, sexy, and with an announced appreciation of being spanked. He couldn’t resist her charms. When he set about pushing her limits he set them both up for a collision of proclivities and desire.

This is a 14,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, interracial sex, group sex, BDSM, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content. Warning no happily ever after in this story.

Excerpt:
“Not really,” he said and stretched out her dark nipple to an almost painful distance. She winced at the treatment, but then relaxed when he allowed her small, conical breast to bounce back to its resting position. “I’m wondering what to do next to you.”
“Do to me?” she asked archly.
“When you’re in my bed, you like me being in charge. I’m wondering what your next trigger is. What do you need to get that little extra kick that causes more than just a mild sexual charge?” He moved her hand across her chest and pinched her other nipple, again, not hard, but just enough to let her know he could do to her as he pleased.
“What makes you think I’m going to let you do anything to me?” she asked.
“Because you desire it,” he said to her. “You have a lot of deep, dark, sexual secrets. If you lived forty years ago, you’d be so repressed you’d be in therapy and under treatment by a psychiatrist. Luckily you live in the twenty-first century. You have easier ways of expressing yourself. What major fear do you want to overcome next?”
“I hate going to the doctor. I’m afraid of needles.”
“I know how to get you to face that fear.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elliot Silvestri
• Release date: May 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301189137

Grace Vilmont

Grace Vilmont likes the more bizarre aspects of human—and nonhuman—sexuality. Much to her own surprise she is married and living in suburbia pretending to live a normal life while the best parts of her life only exists in her mind.

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Veroneeka’s Time

By Grace Vilmont

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Felicia on Film

Feymina

In The Harem

Laying with the Sea God

Mother’s Milk

Taken by the Dragon

Tart

Wolf’s Garter

Uhluhtc’s Sacrifice

Chapter One

The first time she put on her collar

Veroneeka was trembling as Michael’s hands encircled her neck. He was hold the collar they had discussed so many times before. It was the same leather collar they had decided upon after checking every website that sold bondage supplies. It was plain black leather, with a D-ring and a secure closure. It even came with a small padlock and a heart-shaped tag with her name on it. She wanted the collar. She had asked Michael to buy it for her and put it on her, but now she was scared when the moment or truth arrived.

Are you scared? he asked her, noticing her trembling.

Yes.

Do you not want me to put it on you?

No, I want it, she said with her voice quavering.

We don’t have to do this, he said softly and kindly.

She was on her knees in front of him, naked because that was how she wanted to present herself to him. He was still dressed in his suit from work. She felt vulnerable and defenseless. It was scary but it was a fear she had created for herself. Veroneeka wanted to be scared—and to overcome that fear to fulfill her desires. "I need to do this."

His voice hardened. Hold still.

She found if she closed her eyes it wasn’t so scary. With her eyes closed she straightened her back, raising herself up just a little higher, and lifted her chin, exposing her throat to her lover. She still found it difficult to call Michael her boyfriend. A boyfriend is someone you planned to spend your life with—someone you might marry. A lover was just a sex partner. Michael was somewhere in between these two roles.

The stiff collar went around her neck. There was no need to lift her hair out of the way; she kept her hair cut very short. The collar was lightly padded on the inside; that was a small comfort. It wasn’t snug around her neck, but it rested heavily when Michael fitted it. The small click of the tiny padlock closing snapped her eyes open. Her trembling hadn’t ceased but her pussy had moistened. She was certain that Michael could smell her desire. That was good. She needed to finish the scenario she had created.

Ready for the chain? he asked her.

She nodded. She knew Michael was supposed to be in charge of her, but—strangely—as his submissive, his slave, somehow she was in control of everything that happened. He opened the latch on the simple lead and attached the chain to her collar. Her eyes met his. They were soft and kind. Hers were filled with desire.

Up on the bed, he ordered her.

That was easier to do.