Popping Cherry (ePub)

Cherry likes to tease. Nothing makes her more excited than leading men on, then dropping them before they can go too far.
 
But a long weekend with Sam provides unforeseen temptations. He’s not one to take her teasing ways lying down. Unless he's lying down with her! Because Sam has a dominant side. And he's dedicated the weekend to…Popping Cherry!

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
 
“I'm glad we were able to spend some time together, Sam.” She made her voice a caress. “Who knows when we'll be able to hang out again?”
 
He shrugged, keeping his eye on his bobber, which had begun to move in an interesting fashion. Did he have a fish on the line? “You're welcome to come up and visit any time you like.”
 
“Not like that, Sam.” She moved closer and let her hand stroke his arm. “Alone. Just the two of us.” Now, closer still, until the swell of her breast was pressing into the bulge of his bicep. She leaned until she could breathe into his ear. “Wouldn't you like that?”
 
She could see the tension building in his body, the way his free hand clenched as he fought for control. “Cherry…don't.”
 
“Don't what?” she teased, letting her hand fall oh-so-casually on his thigh. Slowly she moved it higher, until it was resting over the hot bulge of his crotch. “My,” she breathed. “What a…big…boy you are.”
 
“Remember, Cherry,” the voice seemed to come from a great distance. “I warned you.”
 
“Wha…!”
 
Her head spun as she found herself thrown suddenly to the ground. Her arms were stretched up high over her head, her wrists pinioned effortlessly in one of Sam's large hands. His other hand was engaged in pulling her shirt up over her head, a task which he managed with ridiculous ease.
 
“Sam, what are you doing?” Her voice was high and thready.
 
“Exactly what you want me to do,” he gritted. He used her shirt to bind her wrists together. “Wendy told me about the games you like to play. And I've seen it myself over the last few days. You're good, I'll give you that. You play the shy little vixen to perfection. And I bet you really get off on watching men grovel and beg.
 
“I tried to warn you. Remember, the first night? I asked you if you knew what winning would be like? Congratulations,” he said. “You've won. And this is your prize.”
 
He stood and went to the car, returning with a length of clothesline. Wide-eyed, she watched as he tied it firmly around the tree, then to her wrists. Bound, she found herself unable to move more than a few inches to either side. Her mouth grew dry from fear, and another, unnameable emotion. This wasn't big, gentle Sam, who had barely spoken a harsh word to her in all the years she had known him.
 
Or maybe, her mind whispered to her, you're seeing the real Sam for the first time. The one he hasn't shown to anyone else.
 
“This is how it's going to go, Cherry,” he said, kneeling down so he could look her in the eye. “I'm going to take all your clothes off. And then I'm going to take all of my clothes off. And I'm going to do whatever I want to you.
 
“If you don't want me to do this,” he continued, drawing one finger down her cheek, making her shudder, “all you have to do…is say 'no.'”