LEATHER BRIDE by Tilly Greene
Contemporary Erotic Romance + Bondage,
Fetish and Exhibitionism
There are two things on Mimi’s mind—her lover Rick, and how he’s finally
given in and bound her. Everything is wonderful until a mysterious trip calls
him away.
Mimi tries to back out of walking
the runway at the Safe, Sane and Consensually Wild fashion show, where she and
her lover were set to model leather goods. She’s the muse behind the collection
and the designer, her friend, won’t hear of her not modeling.
A misunderstanding threatens to
tear them apart, but a fashion show could bring Mimi and Rick closer together.
WARNING!
Leather Bride has lots of sex and some of it involves leather and toys. Here’s
more of a WARNING: as the heroine has a thing for leather, some of the toys are
made of leather!
Excerpt
Nerves
and adrenaline ran wild through Mimi. A trickle of sweat slid down her spine
and eventually settled in the small of her back. The day was exciting,
terrifying and dreadfully sad. There was no doubt she’d survive the upheaval to
her private life, but first she had to make a shocking and very sexual walk
down the runway all by herself.
As
quietly as she could while wearing extremely high heels, Mimi took a deep
breath as she carefully stepped out onto the dark stage. In the inky blackness,
she prepared to strike her opening pose. Trying to find calm, she kept
repeating her goals for the event.
While
acting as Armand’s muse and model, she was there to entice and surprise people
who knew what to expect from his shows. She needed to encourage buyers to buy
and impress magazine editors to put the ensemble both on their covers and
between them. Then there were the fashionistas and BDSM lifestyle aficionados
in the audience to wow and persuade to wear something similar to a special
event, even if it was a private party. If she could accomplish what the
designer hoped for, then her nervousness would be worthwhile.
In
a moment of weakness, she thought about how Rick had planned to be there,
participating in the never to be repeated experience with her as a couple.
However, she was the person requested to show off her friend’s designs and she
was alone. Unlike her usual self, Mimi was unsure, restless and maybe a little
scared. She wanted it all to start soon, because she was sure once the first
steps were made, everything would be fine, especially because of what she wore.
Leather.
She
loved leather and Armand had surrounded her in the material that helped her
sensuality flourish and expand into new areas. It gave her great pleasure to
wear and smell it. The way it held her
tightly, highlighting her curves, boosted her feelings of desirability. Add in
a chance to anonymously act the naughty model slash muse and Mimi knew she
wouldn’t find it difficult to have fun strutting her friend’s clothes in front
of an audience.
Traditionally
in a fashion show, the final model sent down the runway represented the
designer’s piece de resistance in the form of a bridal gown. Times had
changed, but her friend wanted to make the connection to the past once again,
albeit to an unconventional bride. When Armand first asked if she’d be willing
to make the walk as he’d described it, she’d been hesitant. Not because she was
ashamed of showing her body, she was pleased with her real woman’s figure and
its curves.
However,
she knew the fashion world could be a cruel arena for anyone who colored
outside the box and his show was further away from normal than he’d ever gone
before. He’d instantly pooh-poohed her concerns and confided the audience was
hand-picked because of their openness to the different and raunchy. After that,
he continued down the path exactly as he’d envisioned it and added an element
to ensure she wasn’t recognized.
Mimi
focused on taking slow, calming breathes through her nose as the time for her
grand reveal raced closer. She concentrated on how he’d designed each piece
specifically for her and savored the moment. Her pussy clenched with pleasure
as she inhaled the delicious aromatic quality wafting up, surrounding and
encasing her body. The alluring fragrance from the leather, along with the type
of garments she wore, had moisture building in her slit. Unfortunately, all it
managed to do was remind her there would be no fulfillment from her lover
later.
Each
item she wore for the show left her feeling as special and beautiful as any
woman about to walk down the matrimonial aisle, only with an added dash of
erotic spice. The bride she portrayed and felt akin to freely chose to dress
entirely in white leather. She was sexually vulnerable and ready to submit body
and soul to her mate.
Time
seemed to have stopped as she stood there in the dark, perched on five-inch
stiletto-heeled leather boots. They smoothed up her legs until they stopped
mid-thigh. The fit was perfect and looked painted over her flesh.
One
of the more symbolic pieces of the outfit was found on her arms and depicted
the real submission Armand’s bride and she both willingly accepted. From her
wrists stretching up to her elbows were stiff leather arm binders, items worn
often by people who enjoyed restrictive movement in their love play. Using five
sturdy ties the two bands were locked together, ensuring her arms remained
secured behind her back and unable to bend or move.
The
position of her arms helped stretch her posture to perfection, which was
further enhanced by the classic Victorian style corset of leather she wore. She
loved wearing corsets, as they pinched in a delicious manner and presented her
large breasts for delightful treatment.
The
shape of the cups allowed her taut red nipples to rest over the hard rolled
edge where they remained perched and eager for attention. Laced tightly up the
back, she knew how the precise line of ribbons looked seductive and promised as
much in the wearing as in taking it off. The end of the laces had been tucked
beneath the bottom of the piece to keep them from disturbing the smooth
seductive curves the leather took above her hips, over her small belly and
straight across the small of her back.
With
her arms secured behind her, Mimi was left in an exposed position. The audience
would be able to plainly see what was missing from Armand’s design: panties.
There was nothing to hide her tidy blonde curls, her barely visible lower lips
or the dark crease splitting her ass. The lovers of all things fashion forward
and outrageous were in for a real treat.
Copyright
© 2012 Tilly Greene
Tilly Greene
Scorching romances full of twists, turns and ties.
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