Take Me: A Collection of Submissive Adventures

TAKE ME
A Collection of Submissive Adventures

Contents

Title Page

Journey’s End – Rose de Fer

Shattered – Sommer Marsden

Spank It Out – Heather Towne

Pretty Tied-Up – Valerie Grey

Wild Ride – Kathleen Tudor

Paying My Way – Lucy Salisbury

Looking for Lance – Tenille Brown

A Night in with the Boys – Victoria Blisse

There’s a Hole – Giselle Renarde

Road Show – Heather Towne

More from Mischief

About Mischief

Copyright

About the Publisher

Journey’s End
Rose de Fer

Alice wakes, pale and shivering, her naked body exposed in the chilly morning light. She is still curled around his hand, his fingers deep inside her as he sleeps. For several minutes she lies perfectly still, watching dreams dance across his eyelids. His hand twitches slightly and her tiny gasp of pleasure makes him stir. Slowly his eyes open, meeting hers.

‘You’re cold,’ he says. It is not a question.

He gently withdraws the hand that plumbed her depths so thoroughly the night before and she wriggles a little in protest, tensing her inner muscles as though she might trap his fingers there. He smiles indulgently as he draws the duvet up over her legs, leaving her upper body bare.

His warm wet fingers trace a line up her body, between her breasts and along the length of one thin arm, coming to rest where the ropes bind her wrists to the iron bedstead.

‘Can you feel your hands?’

She is tempted to lie and tell him yes so he won’t release her, but she knows he would see through any such dishonesty. Reluctantly, she shakes her head. When he unties the knots she lowers her arms with a hiss of pain as the pins and needles bring her achingly back to the real world. Her wrists are scored deeply where the ropes have bitten into her tender flesh throughout the night and he massages the skin as though smoothing away imperfections in a sculpture.

She moans as the blood flow returns and her legs twine about his, entreating him to stay. But, as always, he leaves with the light, abandoning her to her memories and the lingering pain. She hears the door close softly behind him and she lies in the tangle of sheets for more than an hour before dragging herself out of bed and into the shower.

* * *

She met him on the train, on the way to a routine business meeting in London where she’d treated herself to a first-class ticket for a change. Free tea and a bit more leg-room made all the difference to what was usually a long, boring journey.

She’d been in his seat when he boarded the train and he hadn’t said a word to her as she apologised and shifted clumsily over to the window, where her reservation was. His polite smile made her feel like a child forgiven some bit of mischief. He was well dressed, his dark suit immaculate and stylish, clearly hand-tailored. His face was chiselled and aristocratic, with eyes so deeply brown they were almost black. But it was his voice that really got her attention.

He was on the phone to someone, discussing his schedule in such vague terms that Alice couldn’t guess what line of work he was in. But his voice! It was beautiful. Rich, silky and resonant. Like someone who read books aloud for a living. Or should do. She eavesdropped, pretending to read her cheap paperback as he confirmed details of a meeting in Soho the next day.