Cole’s Game (Tickled by My Sir): A BDSM Explicit Erotica Story (The Ticklish Part of Paige Book 1)

It was the first time together. All of the long-distance texts and phone calls and video chats were wonderful, but this was face-to-face and Paige couldn’t help but wonder if Cole would live up to all of the promise. How could he when the promise was so exquisite? How could he when her long-distance relationship was already more compelling than any she’d had in person? Cole and Paige, together at last, and Paige is about to learn that Cole is exactly what she saw in her text messages, her chats, and her video calls. He’s unbending and dominant. He’s her Sir, and that means that, once he starts tickling, she’ll have no ability to make him stop!

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes tickling, BDSM, domination and submission, sex toys, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.

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“There's still more of the playing field to uncover, little one. You didn’t answer my question. I’m ready to play, but you're not ticklish, are you?”
There was that word again! She couldn’t keep a few anticipatory giggles from slipping out. He knew perfectly well that she was. Hell, that was all of their roleplay. She chuckled again as she answered. “Yes, I am, Sir.”
“Oh! Well, this game might be a little bit harder for you, then.” He said it in a very matter-of-fact manner. Before he had even finished speaking, he reached down and hooked fingers into the waistband of her shorts, pulling them off quickly and leaving her on the bed in only her panties. The feeling of exposure grew, and the thrill grew with it when she saw the dark mischievousness in his eyes. “But I bet my brave little one can handle it.”
She frowned. She hadn’t expected play without provocation, without having given him an excuse to punish her, so to speak. She turned the frown into a pout and said, “But, Sir, I've been good!”
Cole raised a questioning eyebrow. “I'm confused, little one. Just a few seconds ago, you said you were mine to play with. Are you not mine to play with?”
She didn’t respond immediately. It was a trick question. He knew it, and she knew it, and it was several long seconds before she finally said, “I am, but… but…” He reached forward again and, with the same fluid motion he’d shown with her shorts, he removed her panties. She watched him toss the panties to the floor and finished softly, “…but I think your intentions are more sinister than play.”
He smiled brightly and lifted his left arm. “Are you just using ‘sinister’ in the archaic sense?” He wiggled the fingers of his left hand. “’Sinister’ meaning left? Or is it the normal meaning? Is it sinister to want to want to enjoy the little one who belongs to me?”
“That depends on the manner of enjoyment,” Paige said dryly, raising an eyebrow.
Instantly, Cole’s demeanor changed. Darkness, real darkness, flashed behind his eyes in an awe-inspiring display of the danger she’d first noticed in his voice. She felt her heart and her growing arousal pick up speed as his eyes narrowed and, in a tone of voice that seemed calm but had power and anger lurking below the words, he said, “Any fucking conditions you want to make clear, then, before we start?” He stepped a little closer. “Any restrictions on my behavior, little girl? Any fucking issues you just have to address? Anything you need to let your Sir know about what he’s entitled to?”
The strength of the rebuke was unexpected, and there was sincerity when she lowered her head and said softly, “No, Sir.”
She felt his hand press delicately against her cheek, caressing softly, before she raised her head. She leaned into his hand affectionately and then looked up at him. He smiled down at her. “Good girl. Can we have fun now?”
She nodded slowly, nervously. “Yes…” She saw his eyes darken again and quickly added, “Sir.”
“Then flip onto your stomach, little one,” he said.