I’ve been having a lot of conversations lately about how vulnerability is one of my favorite fetishes. And so, in that vein, I’m delighted to share a snippet from my story, “Such a Small Thing, Really,” that appears in Rose Caraway’s The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, Volume 3.
His eyes roamed up and down…and in between…her legs. Malik didn’t have to say anything, she could feel it, her skin horripilating from the entitled invasion of his gaze alone. Cocking his head to get a better view, he took his time, tracing the backseams of her stockings with just a look, lingering where they met with the garters, studying the bits of naked skin exposed. Patience. It wasn’t his strong suit, but Malik knew how excruciating this was for her so he would do anything in his power to support her overcoming this hurdle.
“You can begin anytime you’re ready. I’m enjoying my view quite thoroughly so no need to rush.”
The sound of his voice and the feel of his energy cascading over her coaxed her to let go, liberating her from her internal editor, motivating her to do this for him, to do it for herself. It wasn’t the first time she had found herself facing incredible vulnerability in his presence—there was a level of comfort between them that takes time to ease into and she could recognize this sensation in her body. Notably aroused, on edge, yet somehow also slightly relaxed. It was because of this level of comfort that Xiomara was able to start talking him through her fantasy.
Exhaling with determination, she began. “I want…” Deep breaths. “…you to admire me.” Her heartbeat pounding as steadily in her clit as it was in her chest. “I want to feel…how much you need me.” Battling the tension in her throat, Xiomara could already feel the perspiration beading up at the back of her neck.“I want…to taste your…restraint.”
As he intently listened to this fantasy coming to light, slowly dripping off her tongue, something began to stir. Malik had intended to only take her with his eyes while she shared this story, but his hands were formulating plans of their own. After all, she hadn’t told him that touching was against the rules so normally he would consider it fair game. But Xiomara wanted restraint and so Malik fought his nature to run the scene.
“May I touch you?” He swallowed hard.
“Yes…yes, please!” She couldn’t get it out fast enough.
Reaching up to help himself to an even more generous view, he adjusted her lacy hemline to give him full access to her ass. Then he stopped suddenly.
“One of your garters,” Malik sucked in a breath through his teeth. “is slightly askew. Such a small thing, really…but it makes me want to hurt you.”
Xiomara felt her entire body constrict and her breathing slow.
“I’ll suppress this desire…for now,” attempting to match his exhalations to hers, Malik didn’t rush into it. “No need to tear these stockings off of you like I did the last pair.”
These ones were special—brought back from their recent trip to Paris they were silk, designer, and she treasured their perfection—which only made his urge to ruin them all the worse.
“No! I mean, yes! Please…please don’t destroy them!” Xiomara scrambled for the right words. “You promised!”
So he had. And just the threat had worked its magic so Malik swallowed that impulse, running two fingers below the ribbonlike strap, pulling it away from her flesh, and shifting it into place. He released quickly, letting it snap against her thigh with a satisfying pop.
A little noise escaped her lips—Xiomara had been holding her breath and hadn’t realized it.
“Stop being dramatic. We both know that didn’t hurt. Furthermore, I never told you that you could stop with the storytelling.”
Pick up a copy of The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, Volume 3 at your local, independent bookstore. Or if you have kindle unlimited, you can get it for free!