Perfumed Intruder

By Candice Christian

Lizbeth's husband Ross is called back into work late in the evening, leaving his sexually frustrated wife home alone. Moments after Ross leaves a black garbed intruder, smelling of expensive perfume, finds a way into their home.

Lizbeth is at first terrified, and then shocked. The intruder then smoothly talks Lizbeth out of her fear. And the intruder’s efforts pay off, because Lizbeth begins to respond to the intruder’s overtures.

Lizbeth and the intruder run an emotional gamut during her home invasion. A hypnotic fascination overcomes Lizbeth. She is no stranger to bi-sexuality and unbelievably this leaves Lizbeth wanting a return engagement. Even though the intruder has robbed Lizbeth and Ross of a great deal of money.

The charade plays out even to Las Vegas and it is there that Lizbeth initiates a relationship with the intruder. A relationship that evolves into a mistress/slave attachment. Even allowing herself to be used to service the intruder's clients.

One clients calls herself Domme, actually a well to do Soccer Mom, and Lizbeth becomes her slave for an afternoon. Lizbeth revels in the humiliation she is forced to endure and leaves Domme's home satisfied and five dollars richer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Jan 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463140000

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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Perfumed Intruder

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18+

'Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

About Candice Christian

Other books by Candice Christian

Connect with Candice Christian

Acknowledgements

SUGAR and SPICE

Chapter One

Ross and his wife Lizbeth aren't home five minutes when the phone rings. It's Aaron from his office, yelling The computer system is crashing and the next day's payroll will either be delayed or not processed at all unless you drop everything and high-tail it back downtown to deliver one of your patented miracles.

Ross wastes five minutes apologizing profusely to his wife; they had planned a quiet evening at home, without their kids (for once!), and now his work had intruded into their lives yet again.

Lizbeth sends him off, assuring him that it's okay; but it's NOT okay! Ross has been away for two weeks prior to tonight and Lizbeth has been looking forward to having the itch she's been enduring for the past 14 days scratched at last.

In her unlit bedroom, Lizbeth, strips off her evening dress angrily and tosses it onto a nearby chair, then walks toward her closet, feeling lonely and horny. She opens the closet door, and immediately sees someone all dressed in black, and faced covered, who then walks her back into the center of the room.

A firm hand on the shoulder causes her to drop to her knees; she can't believe her eyes and her pretty face is frozen in horror as she struggles to focus through the darkness and the feeling of terror..

Her mouth is open, gasping for air, until something huge is displayed in front of her. It looks like a penis, but in the dark it's hard to be sure.

What is this, she tries futilely to scream.

The last small part of her brain able to think coherently reasons that whatever has been so rudely presented to her, is not a male organ; it smells vaguely like rubber or latex. She's unable to spend much time pondering this as the thick shaft is slapped against her face..

Lizbeth hasn't seen anything this big for fifteen years; Ross is a respectable 7", but this monstrosity must be