Free Kitchen Delights by Matt Nicholson

Kitchen Delights
    By Matt Nicholson
     
    Kitchen Delights
     
    Published by Darker Pleasures at
Smashwords
    Copyright 2012 Matt Nicholson. All rights
reserved.
     
    Beta read by Susan Foulkes.
    Cover image by sergeysukhorukov/123RF Stock Photos
     
    Smashword Edition, License Notes
     
    This work contains graphic language and
sexual depictions of sometimes extreme consensual and
semi-consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended
for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under
eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, places and incidents are products of the authors’
imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce
or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form
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    Jeri Eddington stepped through the narrow
door of her husband’s study just as his Mont Blanc sliced through
the air and slammed tip first into the eggshell-colored stucco
wall. She ducked as it ricocheted up and over her head then watched
it recoil off the wall to her right, bounce once on the tight,
sculptured carpeting and roll beneath the rustic oak bookshelves.
It had been the third pencil in two days to meet a similar
fate.
    Pushing the twinge of irritation at Marc’s
juvenile display aside, Jeri forced a supportive smile. Nearing the
end of a three-week deadline, and still with little to show for it,
he’d been at it all but non-stop for ten hours. He deserved a
little compassion at least. She stepped in front of him, took the
front tail of her t-shirt in both hands and lifted until he had an
unobstructed view of her bobbling, and quite wanting, bare breasts.
For the sakes of both their sanities, it was time to give him a bit
of distraction.
    It had been several days since they’d had
sex, and over two weeks since they’d really played hard. And,
though they usually gave it some time between the rougher romps,
two weeks was knocking at the longest break they’d had since they
were married just shy of two years earlier.
    It had been a wonderful surprise when she’d
found out Marc liked playing as rough as she did—a taste she’d
acquired at the hands of a handsome high school teacher just after
it became legal for him to show her, and just before he’d been
arrested for doing the same to someone slightly less legal. The
first time she and Marc had sex, she’d easily teased him into
spanking her. On their second date, she’d lured him back to her
place where the wooden paddle she’d purchased for the jailbird
waited. It had been just as easy to enticed Marc into giving her a
bottom blistering that had left her tender for days, and left them
both eager for more.
    On their next date, she was still too sore to
enjoy a more traditional spanking, so he’d roguishly thrown her on
her back, happy enough for some vanilla sex. Being young and horny
and looking to score, she’d decided to take advantage of the kid in
a candy shop look in his eyes as he watched her tits jiggle.
Throwing her arms back over her head, she’d shaken them in his face
and impishly suggested he spank them instead.
    Never having had her boobs paddled, she was
surprised at her reaction. She’d just meant it as something
playful, a hook for her new lover, but the sight of the wood
splaying her soft flesh, the sharper shock of pain coursing through
her breasts each time he struck them, and—just as importantly—the
look of unbridled enthusiasm on his face, made her come quicker and
harder than she had from any ass paddling. He’d taken her orgasm as
carte blanche to cut loose. By the end of the night, he’d battered
her breasts even worse than her rear, and she’d had several more
orgasms to show for it. Bras were off limits for a week, and it
went without saying she’d