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July 26, 2015
Wattpad on Cosmo: How Far Is Dominatrix Nora Willing to Go to Get to Europe?
Source: cosmopolitan.com. - cosmopolitan.com - USA
USA - Every dominatrix needs a day off - Mistress Nora needs a vacation. She might be the one flogging the clients, but Kingsley, her sexy French boss, is the real sadist who rarely gives her any free time. They strike a backseat deal: Nora gets one month off and a trip to Europe if she can sneak into a rival BDSM club and get the dirt on the owner. But she'll need more than her little red riding crop when she comes face to face with Brad Wolfe, the one man who stands between her and freedom.
Each Wednesday, Cosmopolitan.com will be publishing one excerpt from an exceptional Wattpad fiction story. This week, Little Red Riding Crop, a very erotic story by @tiffanyreisz:
A rare case of nerves overtook Nora. She'd beaten the shit out of some of the biggest, toughest men in the world if they paid her enough for the privilege. But they'd wanted her to, invited her to... Here at Black Forest, she came unwanted, uninvited. And Black Forest had the biggest damn Dom in all of Manhattan. To comfort herself, she took her red riding crop out of her toy bag and held it by the handle. One never knew...
Nora tried the doorknob and found it locked. No worries there. She started to open her toy bag to dig out her lock-pick set when the door flew open so suddenly she gasped.
The man said nothing, asked no questions, and made no introductions. Of course, he didn't need to say anything or make any introductions. Nora knew Brad, had seen him before, had met him before ... but no matter how many times she'd seen him, she could never wrap her mind around the sheer size of the man. At 6-foot-4, he stood no taller than her tallest ex-lover.
But where most tall men tended toward the lean side, Brad was muscle from shoulder to shoulder, neck to ankle, and so wickedly handsome with his lupine smile and his salt-and-pepper hair that Nora could never look at him without wanting to get hip to hip.
Enemy, she reminded herself sternly. No fraternizing with the enemy.
"Shouldn't you be at the gym?" Nora recovered her composure quickly. "I can see you shrinking by the second."
"Well..." he said looking Nora up and down. He seemed to take particular note of what she held in her hand and her red cloak. "If it isn't Little Red Riding Crop."
Nora gave him her brightest, broadest, most obnoxious smile.
"If it isn't the Big Brad Wolfe. We meet again."
"And me not even properly dressed." Brad wore nothing but a pair of loose-fitting black pants and a black shirt ... unbuttoned.
"I have that same shirt." Nora tapped her chin. "Well, actually it's a bed sheet. Same size. Very comfy."
"I've heard tales of your bed, Mistress. Urban legends."
"I live in Connecticut. They'd have to be suburban legends. I've heard tell of your bed too. Trees for bedposts, right?"
"You're getting me confused with Odysseus."
Nora raised an eyebrow, impressed despite herself.
"Brawn and brains - I would never have guessed. But then again, I don't know anything about you."
"Born in Albany. Played football at Rutgers. Rhodes scholar. Love kink. Hate normal jobs. Divorced. No kids. There. That's the beginning and end of my life story."
"Divorced, huh? Vanilla ex-wife?"
"How'd you guess?"
"I'm smart too. Used to a fuck a Rhodes scholar. By the way ... are you going to invite me in?"
"Should I?"
Nora thought about that question and decided honesty would win her more points than charm.
"Nope."
Brad raised a dark eyebrow at her and said nothing. Maybe she should have gone with charm.
While waiting for Brad to make up his mind, Nora started to twirl her riding crop in her hand like a baton.
She did that often when burning off nervous energy.
Brad merely watched her. How many staring contests with gorgeous men was she going to get into today?
"If I let you in, will you promise not to break anything ... or anyone?"
Nora spun the crop one more time.
"Nope."
"The Dame will have my hide if I let you in and you know it."
"Then let's hope you're into that sort of thing."
Nora smiled again at him, the smile she reserved for midnight conversations whispered across black sheets.
It seemed to work. Brad took a step back and let her pass.
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