…but it’s not too late to enjoy a deliciously wicked read courtesy of Lisabet Sarai’s new BDSM menage tale, Coming In Costume.
Here’s the blurb for the story:
When her dominant husband Greg proposes that they attend a company Halloween gala, Isabella is too excited to be suspicious. Unlike her introverted master, she adores parties and dressing up. Only after they arrive does Bella learn her Dom has planned a kinky, semi-public scene involving both pain and pleasure―a Halloween masque that includes a starring role for Greg’s best friend James.
And here’s a very naughty extract to get you in the mood:
He circled behind me once more to peel off my panties. The soaked cotton clung to my skin. He dragged them down to my ankles and tossed them away.
“Tsk, tsk. It appears that punishment turns you on. Shameful!” Despite his words, he sounded more amused than annoyed. Without prelude, he thrust several fingers deep into my drenched channel. I clamped down reflexively, struggling against the rising tide of pleasure that obliterated every shred of pain.
Greg snatched his hand from my depths, leaving me shuddering with want.
“I should give you additional strokes for that. But that would only arouse you more, wouldn’t it? We’ll have to see if you find a bare-bottomed thrashing equally exciting, you nasty girl.”
The pointer swished through the air. A fireball of pain exploded as it landed on my already tenderized flesh. My howl of agony echoed through the empty museum halls.
“Oh, no, no…! Please, no more, I can’t…” Tears streamed down my cheeks. The latest stripe burned like a brand, the hurt pulsing hotter each instant, even though he didn’t hit me again. Then Greg’s hand cupped my butt cheek. The pain didn’t stop, but his touch transformed the raw feeling into something I wanted. His voice was barely audible above my sniffling.
“You know you can use your safe word, Bella.”
“No—no, sir, I don’t want—don’t want to disappoint you…”
“You could never disappoint me, love.” He let the pointer rest for a moment across my ass cheeks, then traced a line down the inside of my thigh with the tip.
I spasmed as he brought it closer to my slick, exposed pussy, though, to my mingled relief and regret, he refrained from touching my most sensitive spots. How could I be so aroused when I hurt so much?