Master Play: The Sex of Politics
The Sweet Maple Erotic Book Series
Chapter 1
Atlanta, Georgia“The vicissitude of Maple’s past painted the way for her to awake tied to the bed with ribbons and twine,” the burly voice calmly stated.
I lie in bed with an extreme headache. What the fuck
is happening, I thought. I went to touch my head and felt the weight of my hand
stop in mid-air. My hands were tied to the damn bed.
Holy fuck, did this happen again?
I slowly looked around the room and recognized my
familiar surroundings.
OK. I remember this place, I thought.
Before I had a chance to piece together much more of
what was happening, I heard the voice again.
“She begged for it, Grant. What was I supposed to do?
Her ass is as fine as the hindquarters of an equine.”
I then heard a scuffle, a thud, and then I heard Grant
say, “You piece of shit, did you fuck her?”
The burly voice only laughed and said, “No. I value
our relationship too much. I did lick her tantalizing twat, though. I like how
she asks for it.”
I heard a glass break and then Grant forcibly said,
“You asshole. You will pay for this. Nobody touches Maple unless I am present.
Do you hear me? Nobody.”
I heard more of a scuffle and then a door slam. Within
moments, a car honked its horn; and I listened to the automobile drive over
gravel on its way towards the exit of the bungalow.
My body felt fine. I didn’t feel bruised or hurt,
well, except my wrists. Mainly because they were tied to the bed. My arms felt kind
of heavy and stiff, too. I slowly started to twist my wrists around in circles
in an attempt to loosen the ribbon. My ankles are tightly bound together with
twine, ugh. I can free them once my hands are untied. As I squirm my wrists
around the ribbon, I wonder how he could have licked my snatch with me feet tied
together. Interesting. I hope my memory restores as the story unfolds.
I am so annoyed I am in this predicament, once again.
My feet roped together with twine and my arms cuffed to a bed, unable to break
free. I hate it. I detest not having the freedom to do what I want. Who the
fuck tied me to this damn bed. Fuck, I thought. Grant? It would’t be the first
time, but I handle it better when it’s with him.
As I struggled around in the grand bed, my sweet angel
of darkness entered the room. The satin sheets were thrown across my legs in a
whimsical manner. I was annoyed, yet relieved to see his face. His handsome and
devilishly pretty smile makes me weak, even more vulnerable than I feel at this
very moment, exposed for him to see. I was aggravated, but seduced. As he
longingly stared into my eyes as he stood a short distance away, I knew he
would always be there. He would always watch and protect, even if he walked a
fine line between love and pain.
As moments lingered, I knew he liked looking at me
tied to the bed. Me. My body wrapped and squirming around for him to see. This
was like last time, but different.
As I slowly moved my legs from one side to the other,
I let him stare at me. I enjoyed it. I started to feel powerful.
He didn’t run to me after his fit of rage and the
sound of broken glass. Why? That’s not his style, I thought. I contemplated his body against mine. As I
rolled around in the bed, I now gently toyed with freeing my hands. He likes
when I act demure.
Grant finally walked to the bed. He leaned down and
let his hand stroke my hair, and then my cheek. He softly whispered, “I’m sorry
if you feel frightened or mad. I know you believe you’ll never be put in harms
way.” He then kissed my cheek and then slowly moved his lips towards my mouth.
I accepted him. I took his tongue, his hands, and
anything else he wants to give. I trust him. Bound and tied to a bed for
unclear reasons can’t deter me from my alpha. I’m not hurt. I know he’ll always
protect me.
As I twirled my tongue around in his mouth, I felt
secure in our relationship. His past is intense but I know he trusts me, and
having Grant Mitchell’s trust is all I care about right now.
As soon as our kiss took a momentary pause, I asked,
“What happened. Why am I tied to the bed?”
Grant had already started untying the ribbons from
around my wrists. He gently kissed my arms as he loosened the knots.
Grant said in a dauntless tone, “It happened again. I
wanted twilight sex. You were so relaxed. I tied you up, but then Bishop called
and I answered my phone and stepped away from the room. You were only asleep for
a few minutes, but I guess that’s when Zebedia walked in and found you here. He
swears nothing happened.”
Grant gently started kissing my arm again. I liked his
skin, his warmth. I didn’t feel violated. Maybe I should, but I really didn’t.
As I let Grant continue to kiss around my body, I tasked, “Please untie my
ankles, so I can spread my legs.”
I knew as soon as I said those words, Grant would get
sexually turned on; and he did. Bingo.
I then asked, “Do you think Zebedia will return?”
Grant looked annoyed. I felt his upper body quickly
stiffen, he then gathered composure. He looked at me and said, “You know I will
never hurt you or put you in harm’s way, right? You’re mine, Maple. I hate that
I let you fall prey to the whims of another person.”
I knew Grant battled heavy emotional demons, but we
have a primitive type of connection. A raw lust. I trust this man with my life.
In my heart, I believe what he says.
After several seconds passed, I answered, “Grant, I am
always here for you. Things happen, let’s just learn from this, so we’re safer
next time.”
Grant took a moment to look into my eyes. He touched
my hand and cupped my fingers. He then said, “I love you, Maple. All I want is to
make you happy and keep you safe.”
I let Grant hold me. I let him cuddle me. I liked it.
I am ok with his past because he takes care of my present and my future. Many
women would love to be where I am, but no one can tolerate his secrets, and
nobody loves him like I do.
