Slave Market in Monochrome (A Fantasy)
A is for Anal, Z is for Zenith
The Kitchen Kink
By Alison Tyler
“This is too hard!”
“That’s what she said.”
“I am the she, James.”
“Then I must be the ‘too hard.’”
I play punched him. “I need the perfect story to kick-start my anthology, and I can’t concentrate.”
“Ah, poor baby. Are you all wet from perusing those naughty little tales?” He bent and kissed the back of my neck. “What exactly are you reading about?”
“Spanking, ball gags, whips, chains, strangers, ménages…”
“All in the same story?”
“No, not all in the same story.”
“Well, maybe that’s your problem.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Everything but the kitchen sink…”
“You mean ‘the kitchen kink.”’
“You’re not an editor,” I sighed dramatically. “You have no idea what it’s like.”
“Try me.”
I handed over a story. James began to read. “Oh, look. She’s going to get a spanking. Again. He just spanked her two seconds ago. Give the poor girl’s bare bottom a rest. She’s not going to be able to sit down for a week as it is.”
“I like that one.”
He riffled through the papers on my desk, then grabbed one and began to skim. “She’s about to blow him. But she just met him. Why would she get on her knees and open her mouth like that? She doesn’t even know his name.”
“You’re so judgmental.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I still don’t understand the issue.”
“I’ve read over a hundred stories, and I’m in that shuffling place. I keep reorganizing—this story should be at the front, this one should be near the end, this is perfect for the middle. But now I’m all conflicted.”
“Maybe I can help.”
I stared down at the papers strewn over my desk. “What do you mean?”
“You’re too close to all this smut. What you need is for me to put you over my lap, give you a nice, hard spanking, make you blow me, tie you down to the bed, and fuck you senseless. Perhaps if I do my job correctly you’ll even forget my name.”
“Tempting, but I have a big deadline.”
“That’s what she said,” he smirked. “But I’ve got something even bigger…” He put my hand on his cock, which I could feel was hard through his Levi’s.
“James, I’m working.”
“Not anymore.” He pulled the chair back from my desk.
“Look