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BUCKLE DOWN

A SHORT EROTIC COLLECTION




By
Sommer Marsden




Publisher Information

Buckle Down published in 2011 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright © Sommer Marsden

The right of Sommer Marsden to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Buckle Down

Edward watches me make my tea. Cut my cheese and lay out my crackers. He watches me add grapes, check the phone messages, nibble the food, wash a dish.
“If you keep stalling you’ll never pass your exam,” he observes.
I look up, blinking as if I am just realizing he is there. “I’m fine. I’ll do fine. I’m just…”
“Procrastinating.”
“Puttering,” I correct.
“I’m pretty sure I’m right.”
I snort but say nothing.
“You need to buckle down,” he says.
I blow out a huge breath and shut my eyes-count to ten. “I try. I do. But I can’t. My brain is racing and I’m so afraid I’ll fuck up that I can’t even focus.”
He cocks his head, watching me intently. “Maybe you need incentive.”
I laugh, thinking that he’s kidding. But I should know better. This is Edward. Serious to my flighty, intense to my laid back, clever to my spastic (at times). “Money?” I ask, being a smart-ass.
He shakes his head, still watching me.
“Shoes?” I ask, getting excited.
“No.”
“What?”
“Go to the bathroom and then meet me at your desk,” he says and then leaves the room with me wondering what the fuck he’s talking about.
I mumble to myself. I fret and I twitch and I worry, I find that when Edward is secretive I find is thrilling but a bit scary. I find him in our bedroom at the small student desk that has become my prison.
“Sit,” he says.
“Woof.”
He grins at me. “Cheeky. Now sit.”
I drop into the seat and wait.
“Wait, sorry. Stand.” He laughs at himself.
I stand and try not to complain. I want to know what the hell he’s doing. “Now take off your pants and knickers and then sit.”
“What!” I yelp. “Are you high?”
He whacks me rather hard on the bottom with the ruler that he’s had secreted behind his back. “Do it. Now.”
My face is hot with surprise but my body goes warm and lights up from the sudden and unexpected snap of that plastic to my body. “I…well…fine!”
I drop my pants, my drawers and though it feels odd, I sit. His dark eyes-dark like coffee at my favourite café-are on me and he licks his lips. Edward takes his belt and binds my thighs to the chair seat. “Now you stay here until I come and get you. No getting up. No excuses.” Edward leans in and I can smell his cologne-something woody and spicy and with the undertones of earth and leaves in the forest. I can nearly count the dark bits of stubble pushing through his skin. He runs the blunt tip of a finger along my lower lip and says “No sandwiches, no potty breaks, no new socks, no cigarettes, no candy. Sit-arse in the seat-and study.”
Just considering this makes me crawly and nervous and restless. But I nod because he comes around behind me, his chest to my back, his hands finding my lap, his fingers probing my pussy. He slides a finger into me and curls it so a stab of pleasure shoots through my pelvis. “And if I do that…”
“You get a nice reward,” he says and pats my head. He chuckles darkly and kisses my hair and leaves me there. With my books and my naked legs buckled to the desk chair.
“Right. Buckle down. Let’s go.” I blow out a breath and steady my heart.
It only takes a moment for me to start talking to myself. “You could just unbuckle yourself, Carling. He’d never know. You could pull that bit back and let it fall open and…” I sigh and study the highlighted parts of my book. Who knew there were so many parts to the human body? Who knew they did so many things? Who the fuck knew that being a nurse would be so complicated?
I force myself to go still and read about insulin, the pancreas and Diabetes. It’s one of the diseases I will be tested on and I am trying hard to focus and not play with the silver buckle on the black belt. At some point my body calms and my legs stop pressing up against the restrictive leather. At some point my mind focuses. At some point I am fully involved with my studies instead of trying to figure a good excuse to get up and move around.
“How goes it?”