A-Z Blog Challenge

Kink and Romance: Forbidden

/ Jen Bradlee / 1 Comment

“Miss Williams, please focus.” The sharp rap of knuckles against her desk brought Taylor to attention.

“Yes, sir.” She replied without glancing up. Straightening her book, she turned her attention back to the front of the classroom.

Mr. Vincent strode to the large desk at the head of the class. “Please be sure to read the last three chapters in your textbook over the weekend. There will be a quiz on this material on Monday morning, and…” The bell rang interrupting him. “Have a great weekend.”

Taylor picked up her book bag and shoved the textbook into it with a bit more force than necessary. She’d been daydreaming again; of course he would call her out on it. It was like he knew every time she allowed her mind to wander. A glance at her Literature teacher confirmed her suspicion. He was staring at her, a scowl on his face. Damn it. She slung the strap over her shoulder and headed for the exit.

“Miss Williams, can you spare a moment?” His voice echoed in the now empty classroom.

Turning to face him, she dropped the bag on the floor and approached his desk. “Yes, Mr. Vincent?”

He ran his hand through his ruffled, caramel colored hair. She wondered absently how soft it was and if it took him more than an hour to get that perfectly disheveled style. One stray lock lay across his forehead, and she fought the compulsion to reach out and smooth it back.

“You’re daydreaming again, Miss Taylor.”

She snapped to attention. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He sighed as he stood and came around to the other side of the desk, stopping within arm’s reach of her. “Is everything alright at home?”

“Of course, Mr. Vincent.”

“What about school? Is something bothering you? Are you being bullied?” He crossed his arms and watched her with those all too observant puppy dog eyes.

“No, sir. Nothing like that.” Taylor tucked her hair behind her ear and backed up a step. “I should go. I don’t want to miss my next class.”

His hand encircled her wrist. “I’ll write you a pass.”

Her gaze snapped up, locking onto his emotionless expression. Before she could speak, he pulled her back and stood completely still, his hand still holding her wrist tight. “Mr. Vincent…”

“Tell me what has you so distracted, Miss Williams.” His heavenly chocolate brown gaze pinned her in place.

“Nothing, sir.” She licked her lips and nearly groaned when he mimicked her. Does he realize what he’s doing? Does he realize what this looks like?

“You’re quite easy to read, my dear. The expressions on your face are like lines straight out of a book.” The room grew warm as he closed the remaining distance between them and leaned close. “Everyone knows how much I love a good book.” His fingers slid along the inside of her arm causing her to shiver.

She backed away slowly. “Mr. Vincent, I need to go.” What does he mean by that? Is he hitting on me? Her heart raced as she backed away; their gazes locked. He scribbled a note quickly and held it out. When she took the pass, their fingertips brushed. Taylor pulled her hand away as if burned by the contact. He’s your teacher. This is wrong. Forbidden. The word lingered in her mind.

“Have a pleasurable weekend, Miss Williams.” He smiled, and she fled the room, afraid he would read the inappropriate thoughts apparent by the heat staining her cheeks.

 

Ohhhh, this is getting juicy. I’m a sucker for forbidden romances, especially Hot for Teacher ones. If I expand it, I won’t keep it as taboo. She’s at least eighteen, so I can have some fun with it.

What forbidden romances do you like to read about?

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Kink and Romance: Elevator

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I glanced up at the clock. Ten minutes after eight. Slamming the folder closed, I turned my attention to the screen in front of me and pressed the power button.

“It’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” I mumbled as I picked up my purse and tucked it into my messenger bag. As I walked across the room, I spied the elevator doors sliding closed. “Hold the elevator.” I dashed across the room and caught the doors just before they closed. Once I wedged myself between them, they closed with a solid click.

I took a moment to catch my breath and realized I wasn’t alone in the car. A glimpse of high gloss polished shoes and well-tailored gray suit betrayed the wearer’s identity. My gaze snapped up and I locked eyes with Mr. Henderson, the owner of the publishing firm, Henderson and Asquith, and my boss.

“I hadn’t realized you were working late, sir.” I straightened, brushing the invisible lint from my lapel where his gaze lingered.

When he finally met my gaze, Mr. Henderson clasped his hands before him and angled his head slightly, the way a father would before unleashing holy hell on an errant child. As much as I wanted to avert my eyes, I couldn’t. I stood tall, forcing myself to square my shoulders and hold his gaze. Deep inside I wanted to hide. The man intimidated everyone he met, which is probably why he ran the company as well as he did. He arched his brow but said nothing and turned to face the elevator doors.

Clearing my throat, I thanked my lucky stars he chose to ignore me. I turned my attention back to the doors with a quick glance at the buttons to be sure we were going to the ground floor. My bag slipped from my shoulder as I shifted my weight, and the contents spilled across the carpet.

“Shit.” I grumbled as I knelt down to pick up my files and stuff them into my satchel. When I reached for my open notebook, my hand brushed across Mr. Henderson’s shoe. He stood on my notebook, staring down at it.

“Well, well…do we have an aspiring author in our midst?” He leaned down and picked up the notebook, which to my utter horror I realized contained my daily writing prompt entries. Mr. Henderson flipped through it, his brow arching higher with every page he turned.

I stuffed the last of my papers into the bag and stood. “May I have that back, please?” I asked him with a smile. “Sir.”

He stopped flipping pages, and I cringed as a grin stole across his lips. “Interesting.” He reached past me and pressed the HOLD button. The elevator car came to a halt between floors six and seven. “‘I would choke that man with that purple tie he favors so much. If I ever get my hands on him, I may very well bind and gag him with his entire collection of ties before I fuck him senseless and leave him begging me for more.'” Mr. Henderson met my gaze. “Is that so?”

“Sir, I can explain.” FUCK. I’m so fucking fired right now. Oh, damn. My messenger bag slid forgotten to the floor as Mr. Henderson dropped the notebook and pinned my hands to the wall above my head with one hand. The other loosened the aforementioned purple tie.

“You’ve given me the excuse I needed to punish you properly, Miss Finnegin.”

 

*purrs* I really enjoyed writing that one. I’m thinking it may be a starting point for a longer story later. What do you think?

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Kink and Romance: Dominate

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Sarah downed the shot before she rolled the dice. As the cube tumbled across the board, she licked her lips. Anticipation hung in the air, heavy and tangible. She glanced at the three men seated on the floor around the coffee table. Two empty liquor bottles lay beside the game board.

Five, all I need is a five. Please…please, five. Make mama happy! Sarah struggled to keep her expression impassive as the die slowed and landed with a final thud on the board.

“Five.” Mark groaned as he reached for the third bottle…whiskey this time. “Fuck.”

It took strength of monumental proportions not to punch the air with her fist and do a victory dance around the room. Sarah shrugged as she pocketed the cash sitting in the center of the board.

Andy glanced at Jeremy, then the duo turned to Sarah. The expression on their faces made her almost regret the bet…almost.

“So, we lost.” Jeremy turned to Mark and snatched the bottle from his hand. Taking a huge swallow, he wiped his hand across his mouth and handed the whiskey to Andy. “What now?”

“Guess it’s too much to hope for double or nothing, huh?” Andy smirked as he took a shot.

“Well, we could play another game.” Sarah struggled to keep her voice from wavering. Even with the amount of alcohol the four of them had consumed, they were nowhere near drunk enough to even consider her insane suggestion. Were they? The three men stared at her.

“Fuck it, I’m in.” Jeremy threw his hand up and took another drink.

Mark and Andy exchanged glances before nodding in unison.

Sarah divided the money into three piles on the table, adding an extra twenty dollars to the top of each pile. Slowly, she stood and crossed the room to where her scarf lay draped over her jacket on the chair.

“Who goes first?” Sarah asked, wrapping the scarf around her hands and rejoining the small circle.

“First for what?” Andy’s gaze followed the motion of her hands and the silk as it slid between her fingertips.

“Stand up.” She motioned for them to stand and come closer. “Stand around me, all of you.” Sarah tied the scarf across her eyes and let her hands fall to her sides. The heat from their bodies soaked into her skin as they surrounded her. She licked her lips and couldn’t help but smile as she began to spin. Seven turns and she stopped, reaching out to grasp the man before her. When she pulled the silk off, Sarah’s gaze met Mark’s intense brown eyes.

“Let me guess, I’m first?” His cynical, lopsided grin made her fingers twitch in anticipation.

Draping her arm over his shoulder, Sarah leaned closer. “Sit down.”

When Mark made no move to sit, she wrapped her hand into his shoulder length black hair and pulled. The half-gasp, half-moan that emanated from his lips made her grin in satisfaction. He dropped into the over-sized armchair behind him, and she followed, straddling his lap.

When she glanced over her shoulder into the shocked faces of the other two men, Sarah chuckled. “The game is simple. If I can make you beg for me, I keep the money.”

 

Wowzers, was that hot!! *fans self* Hope you enjoyed today’s teaser. Do you think I should expand this one? I’m curious to see how far she takes this little game.

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Kink and Romance: Bound

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Erin stood with her hands on her hips. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you tie me up.”
Warren set the camera down and picked up the rope. “I swear I’m not going to tie it tight.”
“I don’t care, Warren. Don’t you even care that I have a fear of being tied up?” She screamed at him, her eyes wide.
“Merinthophobia, yes. For God sakes, it’s just for a few moments, just so I can get the shot from the angles I need. Then I’ll put the breakaway ropes on for the rest of the scene.” He took a few steps toward her, unraveling the rope in his hands.
“Why don’t you just use those in the first place?” Erin crossed her arms and backed away from him.
“Because it won’t look realistic if I do all the shots with the breakaway.” Warren pouted. “Please, pretty please, with sugar on top.”
“What do I get out of this?” Erin pushed her red hair away from her face in agitation.
“My respect?”
She scoffed. “You’ll never get that.”
Warren frowned and dropped his hands to his sides. “Ouch. I may need a week to recover from that blow.”
“We may have been friends for the last ten years, but that doesn’t mean I trust you.” She pointed at the coil in his hands. “Especially with that.”
“What will it take for you to let me do this?”
“Two million dollars and a week on the beach with Tom Hiddleston.” Erin grinned at him.
“I’m serious. I’ll grant you anything within my power—” he gave her a pointed look “—if you let me do this. Five minutes, cross my heart.”
“Anything?” Erin arched her brow.
“I swear.” Warren marked an x over his heart with his finger.
“Fine.” She crossed over to the tree and gestured toward the rope. “Go ahead.”
“Really?” He hurried over and began binding her wrists, then wrapped the rope around the tree. His hands brushed the bare skin of her arms as he tied her. When he finished, he glanced up. “Are you okay?”
Erin’s eyes were squeezed closed, her breathing rapid, and her lips pressed together. She nodded and took a deep breath. Warren turned to reach for his camera when her voice stopped him.
“Kiss me, Warren.”
He turned and faced her. Their eyes locked. He approached her, slow and hesitant. “What did you say?”
“My request in exchange for you binding me.” Her voice wavered for a moment. “I want you to kiss me.” She licked her lips. “Kiss me as though it’s your only salvation, claim me.”
Warren ran his fingers across her bare shoulder and trailed them up her neck. Grasping the back of her head, he leaned close and whispered against her lips. “I knew you were lying.”

 

Well, well, well…that surprised even me. 🙂 What do you think happened here?

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Kink and Romance: Adoration

/ Jen Bradlee / 2 Comments

No warnings today. 🙂 This one is pretty tame. Enjoy.

 

As the credits began to scroll across the screen I glanced at Hunter who lay half draped over the edge of the couch fast asleep.

“Why do I even invite you over to watch movies with me? You always end up passed out by the end.” I sighed as I glanced down at his face.

The thick lashes I’d envied for years lay against his cheeks. His dark hair hung in waves across his forehead and along his collar. Even though his tall frame extended past the full length of my couch, he looked like a child curled against the soft blanket. A twinge of conscience nipped at me as I stared at my best friend as he slept.

Creeper. What’s wrong with you? I shook my head and laid my hand on his legs to push them off my lap.

“Meg,” he murmured as he curled deeper into the blanket.

I slowly disentangled myself from beneath the weight of his gangly legs. I didn’t have the heart to wake him. After turning off the television, I snatched the blanket off the back of the recliner, shook it out, and draped it over Hunter. I brushed his hair away from his face and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. The spicy scent of his shampoo lured me closer, making me want to bury my face in his hair.

“Don’t leave me.” Hunter’s sleepy voice broke the serenity of the moment.

A flurry of nervous butterflies took flight in the pit of my stomach. I froze, hoping he was only talking in his sleep again. With careful steps, I backed away from the couch and disappeared into my bedroom. After brushing my teeth, I curled beneath the cool sheets in my empty bed and stared at the wall.

The gentle shift of the mattress brought me to full attention. A strong arm wrapped around me, pulling my body back against a solid, warm chest.

“Hunter, what are you doing?” I asked as he wrapped his leg around mine.

“Sleeping.” His voice reverberated through me as he held me tighter.

I’d never be able to sleep with him holding me like this. Every fiber of my being stood at attention craving something, anything from him. The steady rhythm of his breathing echoed the pounding of my heart.

I resented that the smallest scrap of adoration from him left me starving for more.

 

Hope you enjoyed my little teaser. What do you think should happen next? Let me know in the comments. 🙂

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A-Z Blog Challenge: A month of Kinky Teasers

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I need to get my head back into the writing game. I’ve been editing for what feels like months now and need to refocus my creative energy.

So I’ve decided to do a month of teasers using the A-Z blog challenge as an inspiration.

My theme. Kink and Romance. We all have fetishes, fantasies, desires, and proclivities. My goal is to write a teaser using the letter of the day featuring a specific scenario. Warning you ahead of time: There will be Adult Content in some of these teasers. I will be sure to put a warning for each day so you know what to expect. Some of the teasers may contain elements of BDSM, but that is not my focus.

Thank you for joining me on this journey…I look forward to hearing your comments and meeting new readers!

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