Landing Hard (Book 2 in the Letting Go series)

By Scott Prussing

Landing Hard is the sequel to the XXX-rated Letting Go. It continues the Dom/sub relationship between Jennifer and Derek (better known simply as Sir). Everything is going wonderfully between them until Jennifer makes her first BIG mistake, breaking Sir's most important rule. She pays a huge price for her mistake. Now she has to wonder if her transgression will cost her the only man who has ever been able to truly fulfill her needs.
This book is XXX-rated and is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scott Prussing
• Release date: Jun 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311307453

Scott Prussing

Scott Prussing was born in New Jersey, attended college and graduate school in Connecticut, but was smart enough to move to beautiful San Diego as soon as he received his Master's degree in psychology from Yale University. In addition to writing, Scott enjoys hiking, riding his bicycle at the beach, movies and golf. He is one of the few remaining people in the United States without a cell phone.

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LANDING HARD

S. T. PRUSSING

This is a work of fiction. All the characters or events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or used fictitiously.

LANDING HARD  

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CHAPTER 1

Sir and I have returned to his condo after our nerve-wracking but oh-so-exciting shopping excursion to The Emporium. As instructed this morning, I brought a change of clothes with me. He told me to bring a short skirt and a nice top, so I’m guessing we’ll be going out somewhere. Where, or to do what, I have no idea, but maybe we’ll go out to dinner. That would be totally awesome—just like a real date! We’ve done lots of different things in our short time together, but we’ve yet to have a real, honest-to-goodness, traditional date.

Sir pulls the sexy leather strap outfit he bought for me from its package and holds it out to me. Leave your new toy on the counter, he tells me, then go hang your clothes in my closet and slip into this—without your underwear this time. I want to see how good it looks on you without those pesky undergarments in the way.

In the store, Sir was kind enough to let me try the thing on over my bra and panties. Now that we’re finally alone in private, I’m kind of curious to see how it looks, too. I’ve never worn anything even close to this in my life. I put my box on the counter, take the outfit from his hands, and hurry into the bedroom.

I toss my hot new costume onto his bed, hang my coat on a hook, and drape my clothes over a pair of hangers. Humming softly to myself, I strip out of my underwear and step carefully into the leather and chrome harness. Like before, it takes me a few moments to adjust all the straps, but finally I have everything in place.

I move to the mirror to check myself out. I look pretty damn sexy, I must admit. The bands of leather seem to accentuate all my curves while hiding almost nothing of my body. I’m glad to see that all my exercising is paying off. My leather and chrome collar goes great with the outfit, so I leave it on. I know Sir enjoys seeing it on me.

One last adjustment and I’ll be ready for show and tell—well, for show, anyhow. Pulling the hair band from my ponytail, I shake out my hair so that it falls loose across my shoulders.

Sir is standing by the counter when I emerge from his bedroom. He smiles at me. I can see the appreciation in his eyes.

I return his smile and then spin into a slow pirouette for him, giving him the full, three hundred and sixty degree view.

Very sexy, he says. Very, very sexy.

I’m beaming now, inside and out.

Come here, he commands.

I cross over to him.

Don’t move, he tells me when I’m standing right in front of him. He puts his hands on my hips and then runs them back across my mostly bare ass. I quiver with delight.

Such smooth, warm flesh, he says, giving my butt cheeks a hard squeeze and then moving his hands slowly up my sides. He cups my breasts and begins kneading them with his strong fingers.

I moan, low and soft.

He plays with my breasts for a minute or two, then finds my swollen nipples and begins pinching and pulling them. They immediately grow even harder. I want to touch him, to grab his ass or maybe even rub him through his pants, but he told me not to move, so I force myself to remain still.

Finally, he takes his hands away. I want to protest, but of course I don’t. That would be a big mistake, I know.

Come with me, he says.

He leads me across the living room toward the couch. There’s a brown bath towel spread out on the carpet directly in front of it. He must have put the towel there while I was in the bedroom.

Sit down on the towel, he commands.

I drop down onto the floor and sit with my back against the couch, my feet flat on the carpet and my knees up in front of me. Sir grabs the spreader bar from where it was leaning against the far arm of the couch. I hadn’t noticed it there. I now see that the blindfold is sitting on the arm of the sofa as well. The towel tells me things may be about to get a little bit messy, which is just fine with me. Messy has always been great fun so far.

Spread your legs out in front of you, he orders.

I do as he commands, extending my legs and spreading them wide open. Sir quickly straps my ankles to the bar. I don’t feel nearly as exposed this time, because the strap of my leather outfit covers my sex.

Undo the snap, Sir orders, and get that strap out of the way. He smiles down at me. It’s ruining the view.

Oh, well…so much for not feeling exposed. I pull the snap open. The underside of the leather is already slick and shiny with my juices. I tuck the strap beneath my thigh.

Much better, Sir says, his smile widening he stares between my legs. I wonder what he has in store for me.

He crosses back to the counter and picks up the chrome wand dildo I bought today. When he hands it to me, I’m once again surprised by how solid and heavy the metal is.

I’m going to watch while you use this on yourself, he says.

Oh, shit. This is not good. I don’t have a clue how I’m supposed to use this thing. I was hoping he would use it on me first, so I would learn exactly how it’s supposed to be employed. Even worse, he’s going to be watching me play with myself. I don’t masturbate all that often, and I’ve certainly never done it with anyone watching.

Because you’ve been so good today, Jennifer, I’m going to give you a choice now. Would you be more comfortable if you were blindfolded while you did this?

Of course I would. At least then I wouldn’t have to watch him watching me. But I don’t want him to know that.

No, Sir, I say, wanting to appear brave and unbothered by what I’m about to do. I’m okay. I’m getting braver.

I don’t know if I’m really getting any braver, but I figure I can always close my eyes if I start to feel too embarrassed, right?

Braver, huh? Sir says with a smile. If you don’t want the blindfold, that’s wonderful. But if you refuse it, I’m going to insist you keep your eyes open the whole time. No hiding behind closed eyelids.

Shit. There he goes again, reading my mind. Now what do I do?

Ummm… I say, stalling for time. I’d love to make Sir proud of me by not retreating behind the safety of a blindfold, but I know myself too well. I’m pretty sure I’ll end up needing to close my eyes at some point, which would mean disappointing him and probably some punishment as well.

I guess I’ll take the blindfold, I say. And thank you for offering it, Sir.

He nods and smiles again. I think that’s probably a wise choice, pet.

He grabs the blindfold and fastens it over my eyes. I welcome the blackness like an old friend.

Get started, Sir commands.

I examine my new toy with my fingers, locating the fatter end, which I take hold of in my right fist. I decide to begin safely, rubbing the smaller ball slowly up and down between my breasts. The metal feels smooth and cool against my skin.

I force myself to breathe slowly and deeply, willing myself to relax as I brush the toy against my flesh. I imagine that the ball on the end is Sir’s tongue and try to mimic the motions he uses when his mouth is on my breasts. I begin running the smooth ball in circles over my left breast, pressing more firmly as the metal draws closer to my nipple. The slippery chrome feels really good—very sensual—and by the time I reach my nipple I can tell that it’s already hard.

I tease my nipple with the toy for a few moments, relishing the pleasant sensations it sends through my body. Lost in the growing pleasure, I almost forget that Sir is watching me. I hope he’s pleased with what he sees.

Conflicting feelings and desires begin to rise up inside me. Part of me wants to give him the best show possible, while another part of me is still embarrassed to be doing something so personal in front of him. I wish I could just let myself go and not worry about anything like that, but I’m