Welcome to Saturday Spanks!This week I'm featuring a scene from one of my
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I'm hoping you do too.
ABOUT LIP SERVICE:
After their recent tiff, Bryan took off for Japan on a business trip, leaving Navarre to worry and fret at home. Bryan is expected home soon after two long weeks of separation, but fate has other plans. Upon landing in the United States he discovers his outgoing flight has mechanical issues, and since there’s an enormous conference in the city, obtaining a rental car is out of the question.
Navarre is desperate to see Bryan and make amends after their heated argument. And what does a desperate man do? Find his own means to get to the man he loves.
After a lengthy road trip, he arrives at the hotel where Bryan is staying and has second thoughts about challenging fate.
Bryan has company in his hotel room!
"Lip Service
was one of those wondrous little stories that packs great characters, sexual
tension and erotic heat into a few pages without leaving the reader wishing
there was more." ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
"Lip Service was naughty at the right point, without pushing too much: Bryan and Navarre, put aside the D/s factor, are a long-term couple that still enjoys being together." ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
"Lip Service was naughty at the right point, without pushing too much: Bryan and Navarre, put aside the D/s factor, are a long-term couple that still enjoys being together." ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Excerpt:
The
elevator door opens. Like the clerk said, the sign tells me to turn left to
find Room 468. I stand in front of his door and can’t fucking believe I’m here,
seconds away from bliss. I raise my hand to knock and . . . hear muffled
laughter and voices through the door.
Bryan’s
and another man’s unfamiliar voice.
My
heart falls to my feet. Someone is in the room with him? How could I be so
stupid? Ice rushes through my veins and a wave of dizziness nearly brings me to
my knees.
Two can
play this game . . . two can play this game.
I look
around for something to throw up in, just in case I can’t stop the bile rising
up in my throat. I spy a potted plant, but rather than douse it with vomit, I
want to pitch it through the nine-paned window nearby. Bryan is in his hotel
room with another man, and the visions storming my brain devastate me.
He
didn’t mean it, not a single word—the apology, the I love you, or the part
about missing me. How can he miss me while he’s fucking another man? I tell
myself it was all lies, the wing flap problem, the National Guard convention,
the whole shebang.
Pacing
the hallway, I wonder what I should do. Knock? Barge in? Or simply leave and
toss myself over the nearest bridge? What about our life, the condo we share,
the Wedgewood and the fucking Ocean Breeze candles? Everything Bryan loves or
says he loves. Are they all lies too? My stomach lurches and my gaze wanders to
the Shefflera again with its plastic yellow and green foliage. Maybe I’ll have
to use it as a puke bucket after all.
Yeah,
I’m a submissive I tell myself, but not a doormat. I gave Bry five years, the
best five years of my life. The anger rises from my gut like a geyser about to
erupt. I’m not simply walking away, nor am I going to toss myself off a bridge.
I decide right then and there, I’m going to confront him and his lover.
Besides, I’m more than a little curious about what the man looks like. It seems
important to me to see the stranger’s face and know whether his eyes are blue,
brown or gray like mine. I must see him in the flesh or it won’t ever seem real
to me.
FIND OUT WHO WAS IN BRYAN'S ROOM . . . AND WHY NAVARRE EARNED A SPANKING FOR HIS BEHAVIOR!
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2 comments:
Well now you've done it! I have to know what happens next. I guess that's the point. Great snippet!
I agree with PK. I suspect that Bryan's guest is not there for a romantic interlude, and Navarre is going to feel might embarrassed when he discovers the truth, but I want to know more. Excellent, snippet, Keta.
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