Alexandra Siffredi

Sweet pain collection Alexandra Siffredi

This bundle includes the three books of the Sweet Pain collectionNAUGHTY LISTI was only at the mall because the weather had been crappy all week, and I was getting claustrophobic in my apartment with my roommate and her boyfriend making out like a pair of spring rabbits in heat. I'd tried to remind them that it was Christmas time, not Easter, but Jolie had been too busy giggling and screeching while Dirk chased her back into her bedroom. I was flustered after noticing a guy-who looked very much like Ryan Gosling-staring at me from where he stood by the entrance to one of those preppy clothing stores with a clipboard in his hands. I lowered my head for just a moment and walked right into the side of the thing!Before I could process his words, his mouth descended on mine, cutting off my gasp, muffling my moan while his hand pulled my head closer. My hands gripped the edge of the desk harder until his other arm snaked around my back and pulled me upright. He supported me, his lips caressing mine. His fingers flexing at the base of my skull, his thumb still sweeping back and forth across my cheek. His tongue coaxed until I released my jaw. I mewled like a kitten. His voice was intoxicating-filling my head, making me lightheaded-while the gentle strokes of his hands and fingers deepened the spell, he was weaving over me. LUSTFUL CONSENTHe had one corner of his mouth cocked and thick-styled blond hair, both of which surely drew in the ladies. But it was eyeing the color of a stormy ocean that captivated me. They projected control. Commanded submission. I stared at them, trying to determine if they were really blue, gray, or something else entirely. When I perused his profile, I noticed he was a college student looking for a play partner, and his age put me at cougar status. Under fetishes, he'd merely listed BDSM. No specifics had been defined, though he had listed his role as a Dom. Which was a bit of a relief that he didn't consider himself a Master. While not impossible that he could have achieved the expected experience to fit the role, at his age, it would have raised red flags that he was probably full of himself. Alex: I am interested in you, too. I wouldn't have reached out if I wasn't. But we both know we're not here to shoot the shit about work or school. Right?I had never been a shallow person, conversing about banal activities just to put on airs that I was interested when I wasn't. Although tonight, I admit, my mind was having difficulty staying focused because I was also thinking about the inevitable. Or what I hoped the inevitable would be. SWEET EXPLORATIONI had dated occasionally within the theatre crowd, but nothing serious had ever developed. So, I wasn't expecting too much from this new guy past a one-night stand. But it had been a while since I'd had someone in bed. And this someone had quite a large hand rested on the bar top. I wondered the rumor was true in his situation. If so, I wasn't sure if that thrilled or scared me. We had barely stepped outside before he put his hand behind my head and kissed me. He was surprisingly soft and gentle. How it belied the man I would later find out he really was. He hailed a cab back to my apartment where he definitely did not disappoint. In between a couple of rounds of great sex, we talked about my classes and the play. How he thought I'd been robbed by not getting the lead when I so obviously deserved it. In retrospect, I had made a mistake by telling him that I liked the pain he inflicted. I discovered that his sadistic tendencies far surpassed my masochistic ones, terms I also didn't understand until far later. The memories of those last sessions with him would haunt me for years. I was so naïve. I graduated and got my degree just over a year into the relationship, not counting the first two months since I had met him. Things noticeably went downhill. It wasn't like the summer before.