Gothic Nightmare

By Candice Christian

Rough, tough, muscular and black describes Max. Almost, Max is short for Maxine and Max is a hardcore lesbian Top. Always on the lookout for some feminine cutie to take to bed. Right now she has run up against a real challenge in Domino.

Domino frequents a predominantly Goth Lesbian club and by chance Max checks it out and spies the cute eighteen year old. Not really fitting in, Max gravitates to Domino to introduce her around to the standoffish Goths of the club.

Domino is friendly with Max, leading Max to believe she has a shot at getting the teen back to her apartment for some of her kind of action. Max is into the rough trade and would consider it a feather in her cap if she could snag the elusive Domino.

Domino strings Max along, avoiding all her overtures of getting together. The more Domino resists and avoids the connection the more Max doubles her efforts to bed Domino. Almost driven up a wall, Max is at a loss about what to do about the teen.

Then after months of the cat and mouse play, Max runs into Domino in another club not a popular with the Goths and surprisingly Domino agrees to go back to Max's apartment. Max is elated. But as the old saying goes: "Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Feb 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463360088

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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Gothic Nightmare

Candice Christian

Copyright 2020 Candice Christian

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Acknowledgments

Tori Sinclair

Chapter One

Enjoy, bitch. You earned it.

My teen goddess leaned back, pressing my spread lips between her cheeks, letting my tongue snake out and explore her opening. It was salty with sweat and it tasted delicious. I'd have preferred to taste her sweet pussy, but I wasn't going to turn down the offer of getting my tongue against her flesh for the first time.

I drove my tongue forcefully through the ring of muscle, adoring the gasp I forced from my Goddess' lips. She hissed in pleasure as my tongue curled inside of her.

Fuck my ass, she encouraged.

I didn't need it, but it worked. I tensed my tongue, forcing it straight and hard, thrusting between my lips to fuck that teen asshole.

Ironically I knew ass play was far from my favorite activity, but it was enough for me then and there. Just as my tongue fucked my Mistress'.

Domino moaned with almost as much enthusiasm, grinding back on my face as her fingers stroked herself through her thong, bringing herself to a quick and from the sounds of it and the feel of the spasms around my tongue, a satisfying one.

Then my Gothic Nightmare left.

***

It had all started three months ago. A club in town ran a bi monthly night dedicated to some really fringe music. I'd heard all sorts of names for the kind of stuff that they played, hardcore punk, avant-garde electronics, experimental, electro-noise, whatever. Some of them I knew like Five Finger Death Punch, others I'd only started to learn about after going a couple of times, like Volbeat. Not my usual sort of music and I certainly didn't fit in with the crowd.

In fact if it hadn't been for her I probably never would have gone a second time. That first night I couldn't have felt more conspicuous if I was painted green. The crowd was what you'd call Goths. Not all of them, admittedly, but the vast majority. All black leather or PVC and fishnet which I admit had been the attraction in the first place. Even the ones who looked less goth and more brightly colored shared their pale white complexions, however.

My African heritage marked me as an outsider straight away. Then there was the fact that I'm pretty stone butch and very unashamed of it. To fit in just a little I wore my leather jeans and biker boots but a