Bethany Bound

By Gulliver Noir

Bethany has gotten out of hand.

James can't really control her. The games they've been playing haven't gone deep enough. They've both fantasized, about so many things, that they want, no, need, to do together, but absolute trust has proven elusive.

James finds that Bethany has fantasized about submitting to both men, and women.

With the help of a few friends, a plan is formed. An outrageous public violation which will put Bethany in her place once and for all, bind the two together, or shatter the relationship into a million pieces.

Will James go through with the plan? Will Bethany take that final terrifying journey into submission? You're going to have to read Bethany Bound to find out. Seriously.

You'll be glad you did.

Novelette: 13,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gulliver Noir
• Release date: Dec 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310738302

Gulliver Noir

Gulliver Noir is the quintessential man of all trades. He's been a construction worker, a fast-food slave, a market-researcher, a software executive, an industrial video producer, and through all of that, a writer and storyteller.He's interested in the ramifications of total honestly in personal relationships, non-conventional family structures, alternative sexuality, freedom of expression, and personal fulfillment and self-discovery. His fiction combines real life experiences with well-researched anthropology and imagination.

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CONFESSIONS OF A DOMINANT MAN 5:

Bethany Bound

By

Gulliver Noir

Bethany Bound

(Confessions of a Dominant Man 5)

Published by Gulliver Noir at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2013 by Gulliver Noir.

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A Bump in the Night

I AWOKE, LAYING ON MY SIDE, TO the warmth of soft flesh rubbing against my back, a small cool hand on my hip. I felt heavy breasts, a rounded belly pressed against me, the fronts of her thighs curling up along the backs of mine.

Hello, Bethany whispered, missed you.

She’d been at the campus speech lab, where she retreats to get her work done. We found it necessary to take breaks from each other in order to get anything accomplished academically. When together, we seamlessly cycled between talking, laughing, cooking, eating, fucking, and sleeping, spent and sweaty in each other’s arms.

She reached around, with one hand, and squeezed my cock. After a few strokes failed to bring it fully to life, she licked her hand, and went back to work, concentrating on the tip with a ring of thumb and forefinger. She coaxed it to full size as I flickered in and out of sleep, at the edge of consciousness.

I’d painted for nine hours straight, in a kind of fury, big abstract canvases full of rage and indecision, achieving nothing. Maybe just purging the rusty water from creative pipes that felt disused after all my energy had poured into Bethany. She had distracted me in a way Helen never had. I’d probably gesso the canvases over and re-use them.

I needed sleep. But Bethany’s hand on my cock was more important. Even if my dick ached from our session yesterday.

I rolled over and looked her in the eye. Moonlight mixed with the blue glow from the streetlight outside the apartment, spilling pale rectangles over the bed, across Bethany’s nude form. The curved arc of blue light crawling over her hip made my cock twitch.

I missed you, too, but I was sleeping. And tired. And…sleeping. And. No means No.

Bethany nodded, smiling impishly I’m a brat, huh?

I moved towards her until we touched, lifted her leg, found her need, slipped a finger inside.

She shuddered. I got a lot of work done at the lab— she said. Now she wanted to talk about her day?

—Yes, I said. Then you climbed in my bed. And made me hard. I held my cock and moved it back and forth, sliding the tip along her slit, brushing her clit.

I did that, she said, when she could. Don’t you want to hear about my mastery of the voiced pharyngeal fricative?

Bethany was learning Arabic, which I gathered, was hard. So was I. We’d talk later. I slipped my cock into her wetness, like a man slipping into a warm bath. I let out a long sigh.

Or this, she said, closing her eyes. We could just do this.

So we did that, for awhile, excitement warring with fatigue as I fucked her