Satan Wears Satin by King Key
A cocky Vance Gamble is convinced that his career as a stockbroker will skyrocket beyond his dreams - as long as he jumps through the hoops held by Sable Brandenberg. Sable, on the other hand, is a femme fatale with money, power and feminine assets capable of disarming any man. After having set up Vance in a romantic entanglement with the cunning Elise Weiss, Sable decides to steal him back in order to make her husband T.J. jealous. It doesn't take much to have Vance at her feet, sucking her ass and whipping him, so T. J. will take notice. To ensure her hold over Vance, she employs some artful blackmail in the form of compromising photographs, then brings in her enforcer, the daunting Femdom Nastassia (Nastia) Ryder. This striking Domme has a sadistic streak a mile wide, and doesn't hesitate to use it on hapless men like Vance. While Sable is a pro at seduction, mind-fucking her helpless victims, Nastia is into the hard action, beating, kicking and driving men to their knees in slavish service. Soon Vance is craving both women, thoroughly wooed by Sable, and physically dominated by Nastia. Sable has the man exactly where she wants him.
But Elise, a sinister beauty with a shady past including two dead husbands, still wants Vance, and she's ready to wield her power over Sable's world. When Sable's treasured pearl necklace disappears, Sable knows Elise is responsible and makes plans to implicate the woman in a computer scam. But Elise escapes the trap, and suddenly the stakes get even higher and more dangerous for the key players in this wily plot. Someone's going to end up dead.
Will Sable and Nastia triumph over their rival? Or will they be beaten in their own game of domination. And Vance? He's been owned by all three women, but which one of these formidable femme fatales will end up owning him body and soul?
A riveting tale of Female domination and S&M, with graphic scenes including fisting, anal intercourse, analingus, whipping, voyeurism, beating, kicking, tease and denial, feminization, phone sex, golden showers, stun guns, webcams, straight intercourse and a wild birthday orgy.
My biggest kick is humiliating men, but I also get turned on watching other women crush male egos - Sable Brandenburg.
Sable’s firmness, under a seductive fleshy veneer, startled Vance, and the abrupt onslaught of her lips steamed his mind more completely than the elements outside clouded the glass panes of the gazebo. She pressed hard. Her pelvis swiveled, pushing her loins against his. He took her buttocks in his hands, squeezed hard, and ricocheted her passionate kiss off his lips back to hers. Stepping away, Vance exclaimed, “Thank you!”
“No,” she smiled. “Thank you, darling!” Her three deft moves stripped his jacket off. She took his camera phone from his inside coat pocket, walked back, and put his phone inside her pocketbook—treating him to a gaze at her shapely ass. She neatly folded his jacket and placed it on the ground beside her pocketbook—baiting him with yet another vision of her divine derriere.
“Your investment advice has turned me from rich to filthy rich,” she said in a throaty voice, closing the distance between them with surprising speed. She rubbed her hips sensuously. “Rich enough to buy you and filthy enough to use you.”
Her perfume intoxicated him. After her hands slid down her hips and away from her body, his hands replaced hers on her hips, and he caressed her reverently. He managed a grin. “Me too! Not filthy rich, but wealthy. I made the same investments and profits. Plus my commissions.”
She undid his tie and slipped it off, tossing it aside. “Multiply your profit times my investment volume. My gains dwarf yours. Leverage, darling! Take your shirt off.”
“Whatever you say,” he grinned, removing his shirt quickly.
“Exactly. Now I’ll leverage you, dear. Snatch all of your profits for myself.” She kissed him deeply again and backed away from the door. The suction of her lips led him on, psychologically if not physically. When her calves touched the farthest bench from the door, she stopped. “Take my panties off and put them on the bench behind me.”
Kneeling, he lifted her dress and slid her panties down. Her firm, creamy legs reprised his earlier shock at her subtle muscles. The tone and shape of her thighs and calves belied the indoor idleness he associated with a pale complexion. Her thighs and calves curved more markedly than the legs of a thinner woman and heightened his desire for her. After she stepped out of her panties, Vance put them on the bench. “What if I don’t want to eat you?”
His spark of rebellion aroused her. “Who says I’d let you? Perhaps I’ll just give you a glimpse of heaven. You may rise,” she said, condescendingly. “Now, drop your pants and shorts to your ankles and sit on the bench behind me.”
Instead, Vance moved around to Sable’s side so that his back was to the bench. “You didn’t close the door!”
Lightning flashed, thunder pealed, and heavy rain pelted the gazebo. “I have everything under control. Even the weather is my ally.”
Despite his reservations, Vance obediently lowered his pants and boxers to his ankles. He needed to sit down and remove his shoes before he could get his feet through his tailored trousers. He plopped down beside Sable’s panties on the bench. “What are your plans?” He started to reach for his shoestrings.
“Leave your shoes on. And trust me. Your future is in my hands.” Sable glanced at the door and at Vance. “Turn sideways,” she said. “That’s good. Now, close your eyes. Let’s shake hands on your role in my future, and I’ll give you another kiss.”
Vance closed his eyes and extended his arm to shake hands with Sable.
She grasped his arm above the elbow with both hands, swung her right leg over his arm—putting her ass in his face—clamped her thighs to prevent him from withdrawing his arm, and leaned forward to press her ass back into Vance’s face. Just before Sable blindfolded Vance with her rump, he caught a fleeting glimpse of the plush, dark hair covering her vagina. Assuming that was the natural color of the hair on her head, too, her parents must have named her Sable after the animal.
Matt rushed in, soaking wet, and picked up Sable’s camera. Snapping shot after shot, he exclaimed, “Great views of his face! Sorry, man, but Ms. Brandenburg said she’ll treat me if she rejects you.” He continued clicking away. “You’re out of luck. And five hundred dollars.”
“The day isn’t over,” Sable said. She released Vance’s arm and noticed he was still too unnerved to step away to freedom from her. Or he wanted her to humiliate him.
Matt’s face turned ugly with damaged pride and frustrated desire. His eyes watered. “You promised!”
“I promised you I’d have my way. With or without you.”
“Well, I’ve got the cell phone and the pictures!”
“Not for long,” a voice behind Matt said. He recognized the voice, and his body slumped. Nastassia Ryder entered, locked the gazebo door, and whisked the cell phone from Matt’s hand into her shirt pocket. “Drop your pants.”
When Matt lowered his trousers, he revealed his rigid hard-on. Nastassia’s intimidation frightened him and aroused him, too. She produced a pair of handcuffs from her large pocketbook and deftly cuffed Matt’s left hand to the door so easily that even Vance knew they were performing a ritual, not a coincidental bust.
“I’ve been set up!” Vance blurted out.
“Your acuity amazes me,” Sable said drolly. She stepped away from Vance. “Sigourney Weaver did this in a movie,” she boasted. Picking up her panties, she rudely stuffed them into Vance’s mouth. “They go so well with your red face.”
Vance started to rise, but Sable slapped him sharply. The shock of her surprising strength jolted his cock to maximum erection, and drops of pre-cum oozed out. Vance caught a brief glimpse of Matt and was disgusted to see his friend—former friend—masturbating with his free hand.
Sable turned to face Matt. “You’ll pay for that. Get him, Nastia.”