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GamePlay is the result of a Case Study set up by herself. Recently, she has published an email course, AVOID THE TOP 8 BOOK MARKETING MISTAKES, the report: Too Busy? Try These Tips To Streamline Your Book Marketing and the report: Why Writing Reviews Will Help Sell Your Books
What inspired you to write your book?
Game Play was originally written to be published in another anthology, but it didn’t come off, so I decided to publish it myself. The theme throughout is based around the Devil.
Here is a short sample from the book:
© Tina Collins 2015
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher or author
except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
A Change Of Heart
To her, the mixing of two of her greatest pleasures was what life was all about. She loved the feel of fruits massaged into her skin; the juices running down her body and mingling with hers.
But yet, what turned her on more was the knowledge that her Master was there with her, watching her every move. He loved to feel her excitement, stimulation and loss of control.
Darkness shrouded the room; the only available light coming from a few candles. The flames cast shadows up the walls.
Christina sat in her favourite armchair in the centre of the room, naked. Her skin shone with the juice of a melon that she had rubbed in and she waited for the next instruction.
She couldn’t see him and that’s how she liked it to stay. He gave husky, whispered orders from various parts of the room. He teased her and she revelled in the power that he held over her body.
She closed her eyes and breathed in, savouring the sweet smell of the fruit in her nostrils.
Again, she waited.
“Place your feet up on the chair and allow your knees to fall to the side.”
Christina obliged, her pussy opening up wide revealing the soft folds within. She ran her index finger from the entrance to her pussy up to her clit, lubricating every crease she could find.
Beside her lay soft fruits and hard vegetables, but she wasn’t interested in them. If he decided he wanted her to use them then he would be the one to tell her until then all she could do was wait.
“Take the banana, peel it and using one end, squash it over your body.”
Christina’s long fingers grasped the fruit as if she was holding her Master’s penis. Each step she followed, she carried out. She imagined her lips sucking the banana. She longed to savour the texture of its length and width.
The fruit’s soft flesh felt good on her skin. She manoeuvred the banana in small circles over her body, not missing a single piece of bare flesh. An open window provided warm air. The combination of both sensations made her skin tingle and tighten. Her whole front covered in banana, she brought her sticky fingers to her lips. She knew he was standing in the shadows, enjoying everything she did. He was hard now, his cock pushing against his trousers and he mentally begged her to release it.
They played this game on a regular basis but this one felt different tonight. Would he allow her to be the Mistress instead, take control of him for a change? It was a little fantasy she had, the chance to be the one issuing orders. But, she had to be careful never to reveal her deepest desires. As his plaything, she wasn’t allowed that kind of freedom, a rule
she signed up to follow when she first met him.
But yet, it was there, had been for some time now; developing over the few years they’d been together. The banana dried hard gluing the underneath of her soft boobs to her
breastbone. She longed to free them but had an idea that he also had plans for her and the browning fruit. Inside she felt full, penetrated by a thick cock. But, no, in truth, she had bonded together with mashed up banana. She tried to shift in her chair. It felt uncomfortable.
Silence had entered the room and she had failed to notice it immediately. Because she was too busy indulging in the feelings within her own body, it had escaped her. Her cleaned fingers ran down from her boobs to her trimmed pussy, teasing and caressing. Her nipples hardened in response and she moaned to herself.
She closed her eyes, becoming lost in the sensations in her body and the stillness of the room. Against her skin, the air felt heavy, weighed down with something she couldn’t explain. It felt restrictive on her eyelids and no matter how much she tried she couldn’t open them.
An image of her Master filled her brain, standing before her, tall, semi naked and as hard as a rock. Was she dreaming that he finally needed to take her? Could she be wrong in recognising the headiness of desire that seemed to be radiating out from him? He’d wanted only for her to act out his fantasies. They soon became hers. But, he had never once laid a finger on her. She had been unsoiled by human hands. Only penetrated by a variety of fruit and vegetables. She’d never even kissed.
Her eyes snapped open…
And, yes, he was there. Just as she’d imagined he would be. The urge to kneel down at his feet was overwhelming. He’d taken the relationship to a new level and she had no idea where it was going to end up. What did he want her to do? Her heart beat hard and fast as his eyes met hers, in eagerness for his next verbal order. But, he surprised her again by indicating with his body what he wanted her to do. Without taking her eyes off of his, trembling she got to her feet. Dried bits of banana fell to the floor and her movements
pulled against the fruit.
She gasped in pain but didn’t attempt to remove the offending scabs from her skin. She couldn’t yet know what he intended to do with her or for her, so she just moved that little bit closer to him. He placed his hands on her shoulders and bent forward so that his lips
touched her forehead.
His lips travelled down over her nose, cheeks and lips. Then he continued down over her chin, neck and finally her breasts. He cleaned her skin of the dried banana and her nipples jutted out hard in response. The feel of her Master’s tongue and lips on her quivering flesh felt better than she could ever imagine.
He knew exactly where and how to touch her knowing her better than she knew herself. Her Master continued his journey exploring and discovering what she had to offer. Her pussy tingled with the anticipation of the probing of his lips and tongue. Such an expert job! She hoped he would anchor her to the ground long enough to finish her to completion.
“You taste divine, but then I always knew you would.”
His voice had taken on a husky tone and it had the same effect on her body as his hands and tongue. Just as he was nearing the centre of her being, he stopped.
Disappointed, Christina moaned in frustration. Her Master giggled softly in response but pulled away just the same. In his mind he wanted more than just to taste her; he wanted to be in her and then finally to become her.
To wrap his entire being around her was his ultimate goal and it had been his wish as soon as he’d first laid eyes on her. To him, she was perfect. Innocent, pure and possessing a desire to obey. Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms, his cock primed for the final act. She placed her legs around his waist entwining her ankles, everything else forgotten. She wondered if this could be her chance. Wasn’t this time different anyway? Hadn’t he already broken the unspoken rules of their relationship?
She could feel his hardness pressing into her body and she almost came on the spot. It felt hard and smooth though she had no idea what it actually looked like. Whilst he held her tight, she teased him, not allowing him access into her pussy with his cock. He continued to thrust his hips forward, becoming more and more frustrated as he did so. She knew she was pushing the boundaries of his control but she couldn’t help herself. He pulled her closer towards him and preventing her from moving away. She leant forwards so her lips were close to his ear.
“The tables have turned, Master. Now it’s my turn.”
She never imagined the reaction that it would invoke. In that split second, he’d released her, dropping her to the floor. Christina landed on her butt, yelping with the pain and surprise. The moment, she had voiced her intentions, their relationship bond severed. They each wanted and needed different things. Frustrated, The Master gave her an angry look. He then turned on his heels and left.
She never saw or heard of him again.