Slice of Pi 2 by Elia Winters Page A

stable hotel Wi-Fi connection to do some gaming. She had played through everything that PI Games produced, but she was well entrenched in several other games and had plenty to choose from. Her coworkers knew she gamed, because everyone at the company gamed, but they didn’t know the depth of her hobby. She always felt outside of their world, her creative outlets at work limited to the color coding of her file folders. It chafed sometimes, knowing she was inches away from a world of imagination and design, and her role was to manage paperwork. Sighing, she settled into Kerbal Space Program, a wonderful and endlessly frustrating game that was occupying a fair amount of her free time.
    Right after her most recent spacecraft blew up on the launchpad, her phone dinged that she had received an email. She only had her phone set up to automatically check her personal email, the one she rarely gave out, so she knew it had to be important. Thumbing open the lock screen, she saw that Owen had sent that email, and she logged out of Kerbal with a sudden rush of adrenaline, wanting to read his words on her larger screen.
    Hi, Iris. I had a great time today. If you’re still looking for stuff to read, here are some of the books I was thinking of. You don’t have to read all of them, or any of them, but if you want to try this out, you might find them helpful. If you read through them and like what you see, you might want to poke around on Fetlife. It’s like Facebook for kinky people. Let me know what you think, and have a great rest of your trip.
    Owen
    Iris skimmed the email and then moved right down to the list. He’d included a half dozen books. The time at the top of her laptop screen said it was only 9:30. She could definitely get started on this reading tonight. She told herself it was because it was too early for bed, and she was unlikely to get her spacecraft to launch tonight, but really she was just eager. Navigating to Amazon, she found a Kindle version of the first book on the list— The New Topping Book— ordered it to her iPad, and settled in against the down pillow, pulling the sheet around her.
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    Halfway through the book, she finally set her iPad aside on the nightstand a couple of hours later, the surface glowing in the dark hotel room. She’d left the lights off, and now with the screen to the side, she noticed the darkness of the room . . . and how horny she’d become reading about sexually dominating—topping—Owen.
    While the book itself was written in a very factual, no-frills manner, the authors seemed like they were right inside her head, addressing aspects of her personality that she’d never connected to sexuality before. Namely, her desire for control and her frustration in never having that control in the rest of her life, plus the dual-edged sword of responsibility and affection. She’d never imagined that she’d be into any kind of kink. First off, in all her halfhearted searches for good porn, she’d only seen a few clips where a woman was dominating a man, but this book addressed female dominants and male dominants equally. Maybe this wasn’t as uncommon as Owen seemed to think. As for her, she kept wondering what it would be like to really go all in on this with Owen and see where it led.
    The thought was a bit frightening but extremely arousing, and Iris felt herself getting more and more keyed up as she turned over the image in her mind from this afternoon of Owen beneath her, staring up at her with ecstasy, admiration . . . and respect.
    She wasn’t wearing anything, since one of the joys of hotel rooms was getting to lounge around naked, so it was a simple task to lie back on the bed and slide her hands over her belly and down between her legs. Masturbation had been one of her earliest hobbies, despite her father’s fervent sermons from the pulpit about the evil temptation of the human flesh and how best to