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Sexy Excerpt: ‘Pink Panties’ by Eliza David(kindly.com)

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This is an excerpt from “Pink Panties” by Eliza David in Erotic Teasers edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. It has been published here with permission from Cleis Press. Enter to for your chance to win this book and six other erotica must-reads from Cleis Press by liking them on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter and signing up for their newsletter here.

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Another shot. This one hit right on my clit, which was already slightly aroused from the initial sting. I felt a drop of wetness escape my softness before I clenched. “Fish, please,” I answered, keeping it short and sweet. My breath was slightly jagged, unaware of what was happening with my seat. I turned to Ramon, whose eyes must’ve been on me the entire time I struggled to talk with the waiter.

“I’ll have what the lady’s having,” he answered to the waiter, his gaze never breaking from mine. When the waiter moved on to the next guest, Ramon twirled his phone in his hand and placed it on the table. It wasn’t until he swiped his finger across the screenand I felt a longer vibration that I realized what he was doing.

My hips shivered under the sensation, this time lasting 10 of the longest seconds of my life. Once it stopped, my shoulders dropped and I licked my lips. “What…what are you doing?” I breathed out.

Ramon leaned into me, his hand easing around the exposed back of my dress. “I’ll ask again: you like your new present?” He gave my neck two light kisses, which felt extra arousing thanks to the jolts that had consumed my body.

“You’ll be under my control for the remainder of this party,” he started, his firm voice making me pool with wetness. “You won’t see me, but you’ll know I’m not far away.”

He swiped the phone and my body jerked. A soft moan escaped my lips.

“Ramon…stop,” I begged softly.

He took my earlobe into his warm mouth, suckling it for a moment before he replied, “You really want me to stop, mami?

“No…” I said, letting my eyes close for a second before darting my gaze around the table. Not one of the other six people was paying any attention to us. Stuffed in their self-important tuxes, ties, and gowns, they were none the wiser as my husband’s hand traveled up my inner thigh. This was the wrong place for this sexual experiment, but my body needed the mystery and the sensation. I turned to him, my clit swollen and my body sizzling.

“Don’t stop.”

My breath caught as the tips of his fingers grazed the dampened fabric. I watched the knuckles of his free hand move across the phone, a warning of the sensation to follow. The vibration started again, softer this time, as the pressure of his fingers moved the small motor woven inside of the panties. My lips parted as the jolt shifted to the underside of my clit, sending the current straight to my G-spot.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, slightly moving my hips until the vibration suddenly disappeared. I turned to Ramon, his bearded face aglow with a sinister smile. It was clear the smug bastard was loving every minute of my torture. And, quiet as I kept myself, so was I.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked in a whine, half mad. I felt his hand slip away as he turned his body from me.

“There are rules,” Ramon started, taking a sip of the water from the crystal goblet to his right. He spun the cell phone in a circle on the table. It was a habit of his that annoyed me in ordinary circumstances. But now, the move was a power play. I dragged my gaze from the phone back to his lips.

“What’s the rules?” I asked, an excited tremble in my voice.

He turned to me, his face a visage of pleasure and power. “Rule number one: the panties stay on until I take them off. The vibrator contains a body warmth detector, so I’ll get a notification on my cell if you take them off and stuff them in your purse.”

There wasn’t a chance in hell I was taking them off but I entertained the man in any case. “Got it. Next?”

“Rule number two: you are not allowed to stimulate yourself in any way. No touching, bouncing, rubbing. Your only source of stimulation will be the pink panties.”

I nodded, the band starting a rendition of Sinatra’s “My Way” in the background. “Anything else?”

“Rule number three: I reserve the right to operate the vibrator at any given time tonight. If we see each other during the gala, you are to lock eyes with me while the vibration occurs.”

The banquet hall we were in was fairly small. It excited me to think of the enhanced probability of seeing Ramon as he controlled me from across the room. “Duly noted. Continue,” I purred.

“One last rule,” Ramon said, halting the spin of the phone. He pointed the device at me. “Rule number four, mami: you cannot orgasm.

Now that I didn’t like. “How will you know whether or not I came?” I mused, closing the space between our chairs.

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