Lemon Cream

By Trinity Marlow

Every night, Susan listens to the voice of Master Alec on the radio telling her (and hundreds of other women) just exactly what he wants to do to her body. And every day she hosts her own cable cooking show, sharing her favorite recipes as the quintessential good-girl in the kitchen while dreaming of submitting to a man she's never met.

Due to her job and public appearances, Susan can't even consider a committed Dom/sub relationship like the one she fantasizes about with Master Alec. But a fling with the sexy neighbor might be just what she needs to take the edge off...or it could be the very thing that will destroy everything she's worked so hard to build.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brazen Snake Books
• Release date: Nov 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781937477370

Trinity Marlow

Trinity Marlow is the pseudonym of an author of erotic fiction. She is far more adventurous on the page than she is in real life, and enjoys experiencing alternate lifestyles through her characters.

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Lemon Cream

by

Trinity Marlow

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Lemon Cream

Copyright 2013 by Trinity Marlow

Published by Brazen Snake Books

Edited by Carol R. Ward

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author's imagination, and used fictitiously.

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Every night, Susan listens to the voice of Master Alec on the radio telling her (and hundreds of other women) just exactly what he wants to do to her body. And every day she hosts her own cable cooking show, sharing her favorite recipes as the quintessential good-girl in the kitchen while dreaming of submitting to a man she's never met. 

Due to her job and public appearances, she can't even consider a committed Dom/sub relationship like the one she fantasizes about with Master Alec. But a fling with the sexy neighbor might be just what she needs to take the edge off...or it could be the very thing that will destroy everything she's worked so hard to build. 

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Lemon Cream

Chapter 1

Mmmm...delicious, Master Alec crooned. His deep, sexy voice rumbled low out of her radio and into her naked body, the warm bath water serving only to intensify the experience. She took another sip of wine and lay back against the padded towel on the edge of the tub, closing her eyes and letting one hand drift down between her legs as he continued.

As you might have guessed, it’s dessert night again, and our mystery lemon baker has left me a cheesecake so rich, so silky, that every bite feels like my tongue is playing in her wet pussy, lapping up all that luscious cream she makes for me. It’s so good, I just want to take a butter knife and spread it all over her huge nipples just so I can lick and suck them clean. Oh yeah. Are you as hot as I am right now, ladies?

Susan moaned, her fingers working her clit as she imagined a tall, dark man with a sexy five-o-clock shadow leaning over to lave her breasts. Reaching up with her free hand, she pinched one nipple and then the other, tugging them a bit and imagining the bite came from his teeth. Another whimper escaped her lips, and she realized he was speaking again.

Now remember ladies. The rules are simple. No clothing allowed, and you aren’t allowed to come until the Master signs off for the night. I know some of you are close out there, so let’s take a step back and cool off for a few minutes, shall we? Here’s a little something to relax with while I finish this tasty treat...

Susan sighed, opening her eyes and reluctantly let her hands drift free in the water. Pulling the plug, she stood and toweled herself off as Leonard Cohan crooned in the background. Hanging the towel up neatly, she took her wine into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed while she waited for Master Alec to come back.

It had been six months since a friend had introduced her to the local underground radio station the Master ran every night. He played the Dominant, and his listeners his submissives. Every evening at eleven thirty, his voice came over the airwaves and he instructed his eager minions in all manner of self-pleasure until he signed off two hours later. Donations on his web site kept the station on the air, or so he said, and Susan had contributed her share. Apparently her going rate for a nightly orgasm was somewhere around ten bucks a week, though she knew she’d pay more. Not to mention her contributions to dessert night, of course, though he couldn’t know that she was a professional baker.

The song was winding down, and she turned to her side in anticipation. What would his instructions be tonight? And more importantly, would she win the nightly call-in number?

She could hardly wait.

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Nick, aka Master Alex, finished off the last bite of cheesecake just before the song ended, and shook his head. He couldn’t give the woman who called herself Sweetly Tart the prize again - women were jealous, catty creatures, and they’d drop off like flies if he started playing favorites.

But damn. That cheesecake was easily better than the other pies and cookies he’d gotten this week, and the woman’s voice was sexy as sin. Just thinking about that throaty tone in his ear made him hard.

Glancing around the small room he used as a studio, he settled on the brownies as his winner for the night. They were good, the frosting was stellar, and the woman who made them was a new entrant. That should give his not-so-little following hope for the future.

He pulled her email address off the entry card and mailed the number, knowing