As I mentioned more than a month ago, I am reading the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, which starts with Guilty Pleasures. Onto book 2: The Laughing Corpse! I’m reading about 175 pages a week. Each week, I’ll be bringing you two posts: a review of the book and a related kinky post. This is my review of the book post!
Description from Good Reads: Harold Gaynor offers Anita Blake a million dollars to raise a 300-year-old zombie. Knowing it means a human sacrifice will be necessary, Anita turns him down. But when dead bodies start turning up, she realizes that someone else has raised Harold’s zombie–and that the zombie is a killer. Anita pits her power against the zombie and the voodoo priestess who controls it.
In The Laughing Corpse Anita will learn that there are some secrets better left buried-and some people better off dead…
The Laughing Corpse (Chapters 18-end)
He pulls the chair out for me as we approach the table the host directs us to. The host removes the Reserved sign and takes it away with him after he hands us our drink menus, lets us know our server will be with us shortly, and makes his exit.
We’re early, which was intentional, and we’re planning to get dinner, but when I look at the menus, I find that it’s only the drink menu. Well isn’t that just perfect?
I look across the table at my submissive boy and see that he’s pretending to be absorbed in his menu. I know that he’s much more focused on the butt plug that’s quietly vibrating inside of him right this very moment. I’ve just switched it on again from an app on my phone. It’s on the lowest setting, and I wonder if I would be able to hear it on the highest setting from across the table.
“Mistress?” he says, looking up, seeing me watching him.
“They didn’t give us dinner menus, pet.”
He shakes his head slowly. He knows what’s coming.
“I can go get some, Mistress.”
“Good,” I say. I am sure that he doesn’t want to go get them, but he knows me well, and he knows that would be my next order anyway. Better to volunteer.
I watch him walk toward the host stand and wait until he’s speaking with the host to press the button that turns the vibrator up. I’m a merciful Mistress. I only turn it up halfway, but I see him jump, and it makes me laugh.
Half an hour later, I’ve turned the vibrator off as the comedian is taking the stage, and we’ve eaten our meals. He starts off slow, but it’s a funny set. We’re not right in the front, but we’re not too far back, and I know he can see us. I switch the vibrator on, low at first, but then rev it up. I can hear it. I’m sure most people would think it’s a phone or something and not a vibrator. But it’s making my pet squirm in his seat.
The comedian notices. Perfect.
He finishes his joke, gets a laugh and a round of applause, and then turns his attention to us.
“What’s gotten into you?” he says, directing his question at my pet.
“W-what do you mean?” he stammers, and I can almost hear his teeth grinding together, trying to stem the orgasm I know is building. Between the vibrating butt plug and now the public humiliation, he’s got to be close.
“Well I certainly don’t know. That’s why I asked you. Do you see this man here?” he asks another patron. “Look at him. Doesn’t he seem like he’s anxious to get out of here? Am I not funny?”
“N-no, you’re very funny.”
I turn the vibrator down, and I can see my pet visibly relax, but when I almost immediately switch the vibrations back up, his cock spasms in his pants, and I can see the wet spot bloom, his cum soaking right through his pants. His cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I just hope that the comedian notices.
J R Vincente 