Stephen Galen is a certified Nice Guy when it comes to dealing with women, and he’d found out the hard way that Nice Guys finish last. Burned by love one time too many, he wasn’t looking for anything except a casual liaison.
Paget Draven never let an experience pass her by, so when she has the chance to have a casual affair with the man she’s lusted after for two years, she seizes the day.
Being with a Dominatrix was unlike anything Stephen had ever experienced. The more he played along with her scintillating and sexy scenarios, the thinner the boundary became between real life and their playacting. Pushing her away was the only solution to keeping his heart safe.
But life doesn’t always follow even the most careful plan. When devastating news rocks Paget’s world, Stephen must decide whether to stand by her or lose her forever.
Flaming hot, sweet, funny, and heart-rending, Playing Along is a messy, emotional tale of life, love, and fighting for happiness when everything is on the line.
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Excerpt
“Put your hands behind the chair.”
I sat still while she went behind the chair and used my tie to bind my wrists together. “Is this necessary? I hadn’t planned to touch you.”
“It’s necessary, Stephen. I want our first kiss to knock your socks off.”
It was a kiss, something brief and fleeting, not a reason for bondage. I opened my mouth to tell her that, but she pressed a finger to my lips.
“Quiet darling. If you persist in speaking, I’ll have to gag you.” With that, she unbuttoned the top two buttons on my shirt.
“Paget, this is a little much. I’d rather we both kept our clothes on.”
“No clothes will be removed, baby. I promise.”
She kept calling me ‘baby.’ I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. She also unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way. I knew I should tell her to stop and to untie me, but I couldn’t bring myself to halt her game. She was assertive, and she’d skillfully controlled our interaction.
“Nice,” she said. “You have a smoking hot body, Stephen.” She pressed her hands to my abdomen and dragged them up my chest.
“This isn’t a kiss.” I’d meant to point out that she was going overboard, but there was too much wonder in my tone to make it stick.
She reached under her dress, wiggled, and her panties fell down her legs.
Before I could remind her that she’d promised no clothing would come off, she shoved them into my mouth. Then she tapped my lower lip. “Naughty boys are gagged with used panties. Suck on that like a good boy until I take them out.”
They were silk and tiny, and I could spit them out if I wanted, but I kept them where she’d put them. I could taste the barest hint of her essence, enough to know she was aroused by this scene.
My chair was padded, and it fit me well. Still Paget managed to straddle my lap. Her knees sank into the padding on either side of my thighs. She hiked up her dress to sit down, which showed me nothing, but I swore I could feel the heat of her pussy through my pants.
Before I could think to protest, her hands were on me again. They moved over my chest in sensual swirls. Her lips skated up and down my neck, across my cheeks, and over my eyelids. They were soft and moist, and I’d never been so fucking turned on in my life.
She nipped at my earlobe. “You’re being very good, Stephen. Soon, I’m going to take out the gag, and you’re going to ask very nicely for a kiss, and you’re going to call me Mistress.”
Her breath tickled my ear, sending shivers through my body. She spent more time teasing her lips over my skin—never quite kissing, but arousing me all the same. Then her mouth brushed mine. She caught the edge of her panties in her teeth, and she pulled them from my mouth.
You’d think my mouth would be dry, but that was only true for a second. Saliva rushed to fill the space in anticipation of something unlike anything I’d experienced.
She let them fall between us. They landed on my swollen cock. The weight was no more than that of a cloth napkin, and yet I felt it press like the caress of her hand.
“I think you like me, Stephen.”
Michele Zurlo 