The Naughty Stuff

The Naughty Stuff - Erotic Excerpts

Copyright © Ella Dominguez, 2012, 2013, 2014

Bondage Bunny Publishing

All Rights Reserved

Dedication

To my main man, my best little gal, and my family.

Contents

Dedication

Kiss & Tell

Only a Kiss

Sir Won’t be Denied

Brutal Kiss

Suck & Blow

Hard-On in 3D

Come for Me

Midflight BJ

Like a Rock Star

The Girl for the Job

Hair of the Dog that Bit Her

A+ for Effort

Bottoms Up

Devoured

Be a Good Wife

Not Done Yet

A First Time for Everything

Thank You, Master

Cry for Me

Thanks for the Spanks

Lesson Learned

I Warned You

Heated Exchange

Wicked Imagination

Tease & Denial

Unruly

All Your Orgasms Belong to Me

Suspended Disbelief

Threats & Regrets

Three for the Show

Christmas Eve Delight

Serving Two Masters

In Need of Attention

Seeing Things Our Way

Amore Alfresco

On Display

Afternoon Snack

Owned

Oh, My Stars & Stripes

Park Serviced

Bound for Pleasure

Perfect Image

Oh, Ms. Darcy

Yes, Mistress

Cross Examined

A Taste for the Taboo

Filled to Maximum Capacity

No Safewords

Ultimate Power

Sanguine Tapas

Pimpin’ Time

Kiss & Tell

From This Love’s Not for Sale

Only a Kiss

The steadfastness in Lilliana’s voice reminded him of his mother and so did the stern look she was giving him. Tucker managed a small, tentative smile in return, remembering her kind spirit but unwavering staunchness. He missed his family and had the sudden urge to visit home. He hadn’t been back to his old stomping grounds in almost five years. He glanced over at the chime guiltily. The gift didn’t come from his heart and a wave of shame washed over him for his deceitful plans. It wasn’t how he was raised and his parents would be appalled at his actions all in the name of the almighty dollar, especially considering that the land he was standing on had been family owned for almost a century.

When he stepped inside the house, a sweet fruity scent filled his nose and it, too, reminded him of home. He closed his eyes and was taken back to when he was a child. He loved living on the farm and the solitude and peace it provided him with. He inhaled deeply once more before pushing all sentimental feelings aside. He didn’t get to where he was by being wishy washy and schmaltzy, and he’d be damned if a stubborn woman from the Midwest was going to bring him to his knees. If anyone was going to be on their knees, it was going to be the tenacious little tease named Lilliana. He wanted that fucking land and he vowed it would be his.

“I’ll take that dessert to go,” Tucker said brusquely.

Lilliana’s eyes darted towards him as she removed the pan from the oven, and sparkled with confusion and irritation. “To go?”

“Yes, it’s already late enough and as you mentioned, we both need to be up early for work.”

Lilliana glowered. “This isn’t drive-through service, chucklenuts. You don’t get to show up, bark an order, and then leave. You made me make this damned apple crisp and you’re going to sit down and enjoy it properly.” Lilliana’s voice was velvet-edged, yet strong and unyielding.

Tucker couldn’t help but grin stupidly. “Chucklenuts?”

“You heard me. Now get that fine ass over here and sit down.”

“If you think my ass is so fine, then why won’t you let me plant my lips on you? I’ve been denied twice now, Lilly. Twice. I want that mouth and I’m not a man who takes no for an answer without a fight.”

Lilliana quieted for a moment as if pondering Tucker’s statement. “Alright, you can have a kiss, but only a kiss. Deal?” Lilliana chewed on the corner of her lip nervously.

So be it. If it was to be only a kiss, Tucker would make it a kiss she’d never forget. He wasn’t going to miss out on the opportunity to finally feel her mouth on his and he moved quickly before Lilliana changed her mind.

He grabbed her hand and jerked her over to him as he sat in a chair at the table. Tucker pulled Lilliana into his lap and gripped her face forcefully with one hand and fisted her hair with the other, yanking her head back so he had complete access to the wet depths of her mouth. He lunged toward her but then slowed his movements at the last moment, his lips only centimeters away from hers.

“I will see you on your knees, Lilliana Norris. I promise you, that,” he breathed into her parted mouth.

Lilliana’s cheeks flushed and Tucker knew he had hit a sweet spot with her. Yes, she would be on her knees and begging for his touch, and the land would be his. He just had to play his cards right and be patient with her.

He moved his mouth over hers, devouring its softness. Lilliana’s lips parted and she leaned in to meet Tucker’s kiss. He pushed his tongue gently past her lips, taking his time and enjoying their slow mouth fuck. Gliding his tongue over her teeth and the roof of her mouth, she shivered to his touch. God damn, she tasted good. He pulled back slightly and kissed the corner of her mouth tenderly, only to grip her face more firmly and ravage her mouth completely. His kiss was urgent and exploratory as their tongues twisted and twirled together, the smacking wet sounds filling the kitchen. Lilliana’s hands moved around his shoulders and neck, and she gripped him aggressively and buried her tongue even deeper inside his mouth as she bit and nibbled his bottom lip. Her mouth moved to his cheek and then down to his neck where she sucked viciously.

“Tucker,” she sighed in his ear as she ground her ass down into his rock hard cock.

When her tongue began to make small circles in the shell of his ear, he lost complete control of himself. He stood, picked her up and dropped her onto the table with a loud thud. Pulling her tank top off in one swift motion over her head, he dove into her bare breasts with immediacy. He sucked and plucked at her puckered pink nipples with his teeth and Lilliana fisted his hair, guiding his head up to her mouth.

“A kiss, Tucker. Only a kiss,” she mewled.

“I want more,” he groaned into her mouth.

“Please, only a kiss,” she whispered.

Tucker stood and saw the frightened look in her eyes. Patience, Tucker, he reminded himself. If he was to win Lilliana over, he must be more patient than he had ever been in his life. Tucker backed away from Lilliana hesitantly, his hard-on pressing uncomfortably tight into his slacks.

“Okay, Lilly. Only a kiss - for now.”

From Becoming Sir

Sir Won’t be Denied

“I’d like if it you stayed the night with me, Snowflake.”

She stared at her hands before answering. “I can’t, but thank you for the offer,” she said softly.

“You’re very quiet. Tell me what you’re fighting with.” Sarah swallowed hard to Sawyer’s statement and slumped into the leather seat. “Please sit up and look at me,” he stated decisively. There was nothing more frustrating than seeing a beautiful woman lose her confidence.

She squared her shoulders and faced him. “I can’t put it into words right at the moment, but I assure you it wasn’t anything you did or did not do. It’s actually been a very pleasurable night for me.”

Sawyer nodded and let it go sensing that Sarah was clearly struggling with her own demons. He had wanted to spend the night exploring her curves, but resigned himself to the fact he may just have to jerk himself off for release.

Arriving at her home, he walked her to the porch. Sarah unlocked her door slowly and turned to face Sawyer. With the moon shining in her glassy eyes and glinting off her hair, Sawyer leaned forward. She opened her mouth to say goodnight and he wrapped the fingers of one hand around the back of her neck and pressed his open lips to hers. She tried to pull away but Sawyer refused her denial. He was a patient man, but he wouldn’t be denied her kiss.  Realizing her feeble attempts were useless, Sarah gave in to the forceful domination of his lips. Dusting his fingers up her smooth thigh, his hand moved under her dress to skim her hip and squeeze her waist. Sawyer continued to kiss her with a hunger that belied his outward calm, lingering and savoring every bit of her that she was allowing him to explore.  He moved his mouth to her earlobe, grazing it with his teeth before ending their dreamy moment. The kiss obviously left Sarah weak and confused as she wobbled on her feet and held onto his biceps for stability.

“I wish I had this effect on all women,” Sawyer smiled down at her, proud of his effect on her.

With half-closed eyes, Sarah answered unequivocally, “You do, Sir, and don’t you ever doubt that.”

From Grace Street

Brutal Kiss

Leaning into him, Elsa closed her eyes and tipped her head forward. She wanted to feel his mouth on her and to taste the cigarette and mint again. Pulling back, a visible flicker of apprehension passed over his face.

“I’m not interested in anything other than fucking you. I want to make that perfectly clear.”

She thought she detected a hint of sadness in his eyes as he spoke, but he quickly recovered and focused on her with a hard glare. Content to just be his fuck for now, she held out hope. Maybe, just maybe… she shook her head. There was no room to think about the future.

“I understand,” her ironic tone concealed the mixed emotions she was feeling. Looking past him and out at the bright day, she countered, “I’m not looking for anything more, either.”

He gripped her chin, forcing her to face him. His deep-green eyes darkened as they locked eyes and an accusing smile flitted across his mouth. “If you intend on deceiving me, you’re going to have to try harder.”

Her mouth parted, her defense ready to spill out when Mr. Black’s mouth slammed down onto hers. He heaved her into his firm embrace and brutally ravished her mouth, his kiss punishing and angry. His tongue stabbed into her open mouth as his hand glided down her back to her nude ass, sending shivers of desire pulsing through her. Digging his fingers into her fleshy bottom, her moan of pain could barely be heard smothered against his lips. Elsa’s brain went blank and her body went limp in his arms. No one had ever kissed her so passionately before. She couldn’t think or breathe or move. All she could do was accept his forceful tongue in her mouth and his powerful embrace.

Tugging at her hair and undoing her bun, he withdrew from her to breathe against her greedy mouth, “I want your hair down at all times when in my presence,” before recapturing her lips again.

Yet another ridiculous rule. How many would there be? Elsa partitioned off a special folder in her brain titled Black’s Rules. She suspected it wouldn’t be long until the allotted space would be overflowing with absurd stipulations. She didn’t give a damn. She would follow his rules to the end of time so long as he kept kissing her the way he was.

Suck & Blow

From the Art of Submission

Hard-On in 3D

Oh, heavens. The look in his eyes right now is staggering. Me – his submissive? Yes, I like the sound of that very much.

I pull him towards my bed and sit in front of him. I can feel how turned on he is through his pants. He’s so hard. The way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel… dare I say it? Wanted. I clumsily fumble with his pants button and zipper. I’m doing my best to look graceful and sexy, but really I’m just a feeble klutz. I finally get his pants undone and pull him free of his very sporty briefs. Cute. I wouldn’t have guessed him to be a brief man.

Holy hard on. What does he think I’m going to do with that? I mean… I’m game, but … it’s just so... big. Like hard on in 3D. I look up at him hoping he’ll explain how this is supposed to work. He touches my face, runs his hand through my hair and gives me look of pure pleasure, and that’s enough for me. I’ll just do my best and hope for a positive outcum. I inwardly laugh at my own no-pun-intended remark. I’ll start with the basics. A little licking, some gentle sucking. He tastes so delicious and he smells wonderful – clean and masculine. But just when it’s getting good, he stops me. No! Why?

“Stop… I want to try something,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I wonder what he’s planning. Something naughty I hope. He quickly scans my apartment and spies something on the coat rack. A scarf? What does he plan on doing with that? He walks back over to me, kneels in front of me, and gently starts blindfolding me. Oh, I get it now. Yes, this is nice. I’ve never done anything like this before. The scarf feels so soft around my eyes. I touch it, trying to get used to the feeling of not being able to see what I’m doing. Then I feel him in front of me, all his hardness in my hot and greedy hands. My breathing is so loud and I’m trying my best to control it, but it’s difficult because I’m so absolutely turned on right now. I can feel my own wetness and I shift uncomfortably on the bed. Let’s do this…

I start stroking him firmly and I can hear his breathing start to quicken. He puts his hands in my hair as I take him in my mouth and he gently pushes my head down. He tastes so good. I do what I know; I caress the head of his dick with my tongue and suck hard. He moans low and deep so I take him deeper. Can I do this? Maybe… I’ll try. I relax and take him to the back of my throat, trying not to gag… oh… yes… I can do it. I start to gag so I pull him out of my mouth completely and then quickly take him in again, sucking as hard as I can and concentrating on my breathing. My pussy is throbbing uncontrollably as I do it over and over. The sound is so sinful and naughty; wet and loud. Oh my god, I’m going to come…. I can’t believe this.

“Fuck!” His voice is filled with abandon as he curses into the air.

Without warning I feel his warm release at the back of my throat and I swallow quickly before I gag again. Then I come, too, and it feels so incredible.

***

Come for Me

I pull back from her and her cheeks have turned a lovely pink hue. Christ, her legs are a fine sight. All she’s wearing is a surprisingly pretty pair of pink ruffled panties, a matching bra and knee-high white socks. At least she has good taste in underwear. Very good taste, indeed. She’s looking down at the floor, her feet slightly pigeon-toed, and she starts twirling a lock of hair between her fingers. Her breasts are large and firm, her tummy soft, round and flat. Good lord Almighty, she’s fucking perfect – and I tell her so again, but she looks up at me as if disbelieving. We’re definitely not getting out of here if she keeps doing that with her hair.

She smiles shyly and her hand falls to her side. I’m standing directly in front of her. She’s little – with the top of her head only reaching my mouth. She’s looking up at me with sleepy half-closed eyes. Her skin is so soft and smooth, like satin. With my other hand, I grab her hair at the back of her head and pull it to bring her face to mine. Her eyes are closed and I kiss her forehead, her perfect little nose, and then her pouty mouth. She responds immediately. She tips her head to one side and kisses me deeply, her tongue probing my mouth briefly. I pull away from her so I can look at her one more time. Her eyes are still closed and she looks angelic.

“Dylan… don’t stop… more…” she whispers.

I can’t deny her. I kiss her long and hard, my tongue caressing the inside of her warm wet mouth. I move my mouth down her neck, onto her large firm breasts, biting as I go along. I want to taste her – all of her. I kiss her breasts through her bra, nibbling her stiff nipples as she pants softly. I glide my mouth down her belly, kissing and biting her as I follow the mouth-watering scent of her pussy. She starts to moan softly.

I kneel in front of her, my hands on both of her hips. When I reach her pubic line, I run my nose along up and down and across, right at the top of her panties. I feel her hands in my hair, tugging at it. Fuck… that feels so good. I push her legs slightly apart and I tug at her panties, pulling them down so I can see her. To my delight, she’s well groomed and look at that - she’s a natural blonde after all. I pull her panties down lower, just above her thighs, low enough to slip a finger into her. She’s so wet. I look up at her and she’s watching me obsessively. I insert another finger inside of her and she closes her eyes, throwing her head back and letting out a small whimper. She smells so good…her own unique scent, soapy and sweet. I move my fingers in and out of her, slowly, enjoying the content look on her face.

As I continue to finger fuck her, I run my tongue along her clit. It hardens under my tongue as I lick up and down the length of it, then encircling it.

“You taste so good, Isabel; like a little slice of heaven,” I tell her in between licks.

I move my fingers around, searching for her sweet spot… yes… there it is. It’s rigid and slick and I can feel it swell to my touch. I pull my fingers back against it firmly in a come-hither motion. Briefly I think how much better the real thing feels compared to the painting.

“Oh my God, Dylan….” she says all breathy.

I keep up the motion, again and again, pulling at her, harder and harder, licking her sweet honey hole, sucking her and biting her. Both of her hands are in my hair, pulling hard. Her hips are swaying rhythmically, meeting my mouth. Fuck… I feel her legs stiffen and she rises on her tiptoes. Her breathing is loud and quick. I pick up the pace… she’s almost there…

“Come for me, Isabel…” I demand and she complies.

I feel her pussy tighten as warm come shoots out and down the front of me, and catches me by complete surprise. She screams something garbled, throws her head back and then forward – her hair falling into her face. She collapses to her knees with a spasm and a jerk as her orgasm slowly subsides, and I catch her. She lies in my arms with her head on my chest, quivering uncontrollably, as her breathing gradually slows.

Fuck. That was intense. I’ve never seen that before. I’ve never actually been with anyone who can do that – and I was the one who made her do it. Nice work, Young. I can’t wait to get her into my dungeon and make her do that again and again…

***

Midflight BJ

“What are you smiling about? It’s not funny that I’m afraid to fly, Dylan,” she tells me sternly.

Oh, poor little Isabel; she always thinks I’m laughing at her. “I’m not laughing at you. I was just thinking about… earlier.” I wiggle my eyebrows up and down suggestively and I think she gets the idea.

Her eyes widen and she asks, “Oh, which part?”

“All of it, sweetheart.”

She smiles back at me and my dick jumps to attention. I uncomfortably shift in my seat and clutch myself to readjust. She looks down and sees my awkward stiffened state of arousal. Her grin widens and she gets a salacious gleam in her eyes. I know what she wants – the same thing I do. She reaches over to me and starts rubbing me through my pants.

Shit. We really shouldn’t be doing any of this before we discuss our agreement more and get everything in writing and make out our contract, but Isabel doesn’t know anything about that and I don’t want to get ahead of myself. Besides, this feels so fucking good right now and how can I deny her when she looks at me like that?

I yell over at Brody to close the partition to the cabin and reach over to Isabel’s seatbelt and unbuckle it for her. I grab a pillow and set it on the floor between my feet and she kneels in front of me, on the pillow.

“You’re so thoughtful, Dylan,” she says peering at me through her long lashes.

Shit. That voice. It’s silky and seductive. She proceeds to unbutton my pants, rubbing me and squeezing me. Fuck - that feels so damned good. She pulls me free and starts her slow magic. I put my hands on the back of her neck and run my fingers down her spine. She’s licking, and sucking, wet and loud.

Don’t look at her mouth. I don’t want to come yet. How the hell can she go so deep? Fuck…. She looks up at me, our eyes meeting, while she continues to lick the entire length of me. Don’t look at her mouth…. She engulfs me and drags her mouth back while squeezing with her hand and twirling her tongue around the head of my cock. Don’t look at her mouth… She pulls back and puts both hands around my cock and starts giving me the most amazing hand job, her hands twisting around me in opposite directions while she licks the head. Shit – I looked at her mouth. I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to come. This time I give her warning and for my politeness in warning her, she rewards me.

She puts her mouth over me and sucks me completely dry and swallows everything I have to offer, and the feeling is exquisite. She gives me one last bite on my inner thigh - actually leaving her teeth marks on me and making me jump from the sting. What the fuck was that about? Whatever it was, I liked it.

She quickly gets up, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and sits back down. I get myself put back together, liking the fact that there’s nothing to clean up. She’s looking out the window, not saying anything. I wonder what’s going on in that gorgeous head of hers.

From Grace Street

Like a Rock Star

“I’ve already told you that I have no time for embarrassment. You have no reason for it. Do I really need to point out the obvious? You’re beautiful; intelligent and spirited.” The hidden smile lines on Elsa’s face materialized but she stood unmoving. “Now come over here and let me make up for making you piss yourself.”

Her joy disappeared and the blood rose to her cheeks as if recalling the memory. She scanned the floor but he could see she was thinking about his offer, causing a smile to creep onto his face. She wore her humiliation well and he couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself.

Growing more impatient as she stood contemplating what to do, he leaned back onto a pillow, closed his eyes and began to stroke himself again in hopes that he could entice her. Right on cue, he felt her hands on him, warm, damp with nervousness and greedy. He left his eyes closed, enjoying the randomness of her movements. When she took a hold of his shaft, he rested his hands under his head and focused on all the sensations she was providing him with.

Several long, slow strokes later, her wet mouth was felt on his dick. He grunted when she swirled her tongue over the crown and his abdominal muscles contracted with longing. Thankfully she was good at giving head. Much better than Seven. She was good at it too, but that was her only saving grace. Hell, Elsa was a close second place behind Five when it came to oral talents and that was saying a lot because that man could suck cock like a rock star.

This was what oral was supposed to be like – sloppy and wet. He felt the tight muscles of the back of her throat capture him and he pried his eyes open, wanting to see the sinful vision of her red hair all around him and her drool-soaked lips. Rising up on his elbows, he pushed her long locks to the side to get a better view and she didn’t disappoint. For all her unnecessary bashfulness, she gave head like that’s what she was born to do. She placed both her hands at the base of his penis, twisting them in opposite directions and it was all he could do to not shoot his load down her throat.

It was time for another lesson in humiliation 101. He pulled her hands away from his shaft and pulled them behind her back, pinning them there with one hand while he grabbed a handful of her hair with the other. He thrust his hips upwards while simultaneously pushing down on her head, forcing himself deep into her throat. Elsa’s body jerked as she gagged loudly and a debauched grin spread over his face. Dragging her mouth away from his dick, a thick ribbon of drool pooled out of her mouth and down his cock. How would she react to this? Tears again?

Elsa’s watery eyes met his and to his incomprehension, there wasn’t one ounce of shame or remorse shining back. He pushed her head down again trying to elicit discomfiture, but still, all that was gazing back at him was longing and that same damned defiance as before. She was a dirty girl after all, or maybe something in between filthy and demure. Perhaps she couldn’t be put into any one category at all. She clearly liked being dominated and the feeling of complete authority surged through him.

He heaved her body to the side and ravaged her, tearing her clothes off like a madman, the fabric of her snug-fitting dress shredding under his ravenous hands. She fisted his hair and bit into his neck harshly, making him hiss through his gritted teeth. So she liked it rough, too…

From Continental Beginnings

The Girl for the Job

I’m scanning her resume hoping to find something positive or any reason I should hire her, but it contains only the basic crap that discloses absolutely nothing about the stunning individual seated across from me. She moves in her chair again and her fragrance wafts past me, breaking my concentration.

Before I have a chance to say anything, the sweetest of sweet voices fills my ears.

“I realize I have no experience, but I’m a fast learner and very eager to please…”

My eyebrows go up to her remark. Eager to please, is she? She immediately tries to retract her statement, but the seed of desire has already been planted in me.

“What I mean is… I’m a fast learner,” she sighs.

I realize I haven’t spoken a word to her yet but words seem to have escaped me.

“Bella, a perfect name for a beautiful creature,” I say quietly before I can stop myself.

Mortified with myself for my lusty remark, I’m rewarded for my honesty with a genuinely shy smile, the likes of which I haven’t seen in my lifetime. I’ve dreamt of a smile like that, even read about it, but never actually seen one.

“Thank you, Mr. Pettifor,” she replies melodically, her tongue caressing my name as if no other name was meant to be spoken from her unspoiled mouth.

“Tell me more about yourself, Ms. Darcy,” I request, her name still lingering on my lips.

“What would you like to know?” she asks, looking worried.

“Anything. This resume divulges nothing.”

“I’m a fast learner,” she repeats for the third time.

“You’ve already told me that. What else?”

“Um, I’m from Montana.”

It’s painfully obvious that this woman has no interview skills whatsoever. Not that I give a shit. Her interview skills aren't the ones I'm particularly interested in. I'm keen on a whole other skill set that she might possess. I press my index finger to my lips and tilt my chair back and watch her as she readjusts herself in her seat. Once again, her aroma fills my nostrils, both arousing and irritating me.

“Please sit still, Ms. Darcy. You appear uneasy and nervousness is an unbecoming trait for an attractive specimen such as yourself,” I state evenly.

I’m unsure how she’ll react to my mild reprimand and criticism, but to my sheer delight, a look of revelation crosses her face. She obediently places her hands in her lap, sits up straighter and remains motionless.

“Yes, Sir,” she says, her lids heavy with desire and longing.

And there it is. That something I’ve been looking for - that submissive quality that I seek in all women. Or is that just wishful thinking on my part? I want her. My heart beats uncontrollably at the thought of having her. I scan her up and down. Her hardened nipples speak directly to my cock and right on cue, it immediately awakens and rises to the occasion. I wonder…

I stand and move in front of the desk, hoping my hard-on doesn’t frighten her away. She watches me as if mesmerized by my movements, her eyes never leaving mine. Taking her hand firmly, I pull her out of her chair, and without hesitation she follows me around to the back of my desk.

This is a bad idea – really bad. I could end up with a lawsuit against me for the things I’m thinking about doing to this woman. No – for the things I’m going to do to this woman.

“I’m hungry, Ms. Darcy,” I whisper as I lean down into her ear, wanting to taste the sweet nectar between her legs.

Inhaling her feminine scent, my animal instincts kick in. I reach around behind her and pull her close, waiting for either her rejection or acquiescence.

“I’m here to please you in whatever way you want, Mr. Pettifor,” she squeaks out, her body going limp in my arms.

Eager to please, indeed. Who is this woman? What the fuck is she doing to me? I pull away from her, confused by my emotions. I’m not a man who is easily denied and I want her – badly. Staring into her eyes, her mouth parts and her panting, mint-scented breaths flutter past my lips. Damn the consequences. I will have this woman. She will be mine. All mine.

“Lean back,” I command as I lift her onto my desk.

Hiking her skirt up slowly, her firm, smooth thighs and lace covered pussy are unveiled to me in spectacular fashion. She’s a vision of absolute fucking perfection. I slide her panties down as she spreads out on my desk, her legs opening up to me, her cunt wet and glistening with excitement. I ghost my nose up the inside of her thighs to the apex of her clean shaven pussy. She smells of soap, cheap perfume and arousal.

One long, slow lick into her silken folds later, my fate is sealed and there’s no turning back.

With my tongue buried deep in her sweet cunt, I mumble, “Yes, you’re definitely the girl for the job.”

I’ll regret my decision; I just know it. I’ve never done anything like this and for good reason. Getting involved with a stranger let alone someone I want to work for me has nightmare written all over it. I’ve avoided all forms of long-term commitment because of the complications and drama they inevitably present, but the way this woman’s body responds to me… no one has ever given them self to me so willingly. Looking up into her eyes, she’s watching me languorously – her tongue poking out to slick her dark pink lips.

I have to be inside of her. I need to fill her. Standing in between her legs, I reach into my back pocket and pull out my emergency protection. I pause when her eyes widen and for a moment I think she’ll reject the fucking I intend to give her. Instead, she does something so adorably subservient, my mind is instantly made up about her.

She sits up, reaches over and takes the condom from my hands, opens the foil package with poise and slides it gently over my stiff shaft. She then lies back on the desk and spreads her legs open for me. She teasingly circles her middle finger around her clit as she waits for my penetration, her breathing quickening with anticipation. She wants me. But I have to be sure before we go through with this.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask with desperation in my voice.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, licking her lips again.

And so our dance begins. I fuck her slowly and deliberately, the look on her face orgasmic with each of my gentle thrusts. She’s close – I can feel it. My thumb finds her swollen button and I stroke it with purpose. When I press down on it firmly, her eyes close tightly, she fists her hair and screams out.

“Oh, Sir!”

Those passionate words spoken so true and meek - this woman has bewitched me.

Hair of the Dog that Bit Her *bonus flash fiction

Alana woke with a pounding headache and a stiff cock being slapped on her face.

“Wakey, wakey, Princess”

She was in no mood for Marco’s lewd sense of humor, but the effects of the tequila were still lingering and she knew what he had to offer would cure her hangover. She wiped her eyes and opened her mouth. Marco pushed his cock into her greedy mouth and began to pump ferociously. Alana sucked his shaft as if her life depended on it, her velvet tongue flicking, licking and working its magic. Marco leaned forward, resting his hands on the headboard for leverage. One of her hands rested on his thigh, the other slipped into her panties, seeking out her hot, swollen pearl.

Marco brutally thrust his way to the back of her tight, sloppy wet throat. He pushed her auburn locks out her face and cranked his head to get a peek at her fingers working her pussy. She began to gag when he pushed deeper yet.

“Relax, cupcake. Open that throat. A good face fucking will cure your lush tendencies.”

Alana narrowed her hazel eyes at him, making him chuckle.

Marco growled and howled like a feral dog just before he shot his essence down her throat, his jizz spilling out around her chin. She lapped up every last drop of his manjuice, desperately needing it to cure her over-liquored condition. Throwing himself onto the bed next to her, she tucked herself into his arms, her hangover rapidly subsiding.

From Kitty Kat *bonus - not yet released

A+ for Effort

It was time to test Kat's training. He fastened the leash to her collar and without a word, she immediately got on all fours. Colton held onto the leash while Kat circled around near his feet, rubbing her body against his legs and purring softly. She rubbed her head against his calves and closed her eyes tightly as she submerged herself into her role as Colton’s pet.

Colton slowly unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He slid his erect cock out of his briefs and stroked it while Kat continued to lavish him with wet licks all over his legs and thighs. He held his cock firmly and straight up, exposing his balls.

"Lick me clean, kitten,” he growled.

Kat was nervous, but she obediently did as she was told. She knew this was a test and she wanted to prove herself a worthy pet. She sat up on her knees, the tail shifting inside her bottom and arousing her to the point of wetness. As she maneuvered herself upward, the softness of the furry tail swept across her calves and soles of her feet, sending ticklish and seductive sensations throughout her body.

This was all so naughty and she loved it. She had wanted this for so long, she could hardly remember a time when she hadn't fantasized about it.

She looked up into Colton's eyes and they were shiny and gleaming with lust. She licked her way up his thighs, one at a time, slowly teasing him. She ran circles with her raspy tongue up closer and closer to his shaft, tormenting him with her paced rhythm.

Finally, she wet her tongue good, held onto his thighs, and licked his balls with short lapping licks, bobbing her head up and down as she went. Long licks came next, right at the base of his cock. And finally, more slick caresses in the crease where his thighs met his sack. She moved her head up and down, side to side, and Kat delighted in the way his body shivered with her movements.

She heard the leash fall to the floor and felt his free hand in her hair, guiding her head. The wet sounds she was making, the deep growling emanating from his throat and his divine taste were more than she could stand, and her arousal ran down her thighs.

Colton watched her intently, taking mental notes on her technique. She was doing very well. Yes - very well, indeed. She was turning out to be a perfect little kitten after all. The best he'd had yet. He had trained her well and he felt proud to call her his own.

"Clean them good, Kat. Don't make me say it twice,” he said sternly as he stroked his hard-on and she continued to lick his balls.

Her purring was vibrating against them, sending prickles of pleasure up his spine. Just when he thought he was going to be able to hold out, her shimmering sapphire blue eyes met his and it was his undoing. Without warning, he came hard and fast and to his sheer delight, Kat promptly engulfed him and drank his warm milk like a hungry little kitty.

Bottoms Up

From The Art of Control

Devoured

“Isa, enough of this talk. My birthday isn’t quite over and I want to spend the last remaining minutes of it pounding this tight ass of yours,” he exclaims as he grips my ass.

My dearest, filthy, horny husband is insatiable and I won’t deny him the pleasure he seeks and deserves.

“Take me anyway you want me, Master,” I whisper.

“Oh, I intend to. On your stomach,” he says firmly.

I move onto my tummy and he licks down my spine to the crevice of my ass. Squeezing my cheeks, he bites into my hip bone, his erection jutting into my upper thigh.

“I want it, Isa.”

Dylan’s voice is deep and raspy, and there’s no denying my Dom is now present and fully in control. He jerks my wrists behind my back and pins them there while he lubes my puckered entrance with his saliva. With his free hand, he slips a finger inside of me, loosening me up, and then two - in and out, slow and sensual. Dylan removes his fingers and rests his dick on my ass, poking the head in ever so gently. I wince and contract down when he pushes deeper.

“Compose yourself, pussycat, I’m going deep.”

Dylan shifts his body and his thick member stretches me to accommodate all of him. I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly, letting my whole body go limp.

“That’s it, let me fuck this tight hole,” Dylan pants.

He pounds deeper and harder, picking up his rhythm. Letting go of my wrists, he moves a hand underneath me and encircles my tender bundle of nerves.

“Don’t move your hands, leave them right where they are and turn around and look at me. I want to see those unforgettable eyes watch me take you.”

I crank my head to the side and watch intently, keeping my eyes not on my own body, but on my Master. He’s completely in the dominant zone as he works himself in and out of me. His expert fingers flick at my clit sending sparks of heat throughout my lower belly. With his other hand, he cups his ballsack, drawing them up. The vision of him is mouth-watering and art inspiring.

He lets go of his balls and with his left hand, he wipes the sweat that has beaded up on his forehead with the front of his hand, revealing the tattoo seared into his flesh. He’s mine. My God, this man really belongs to me. I’m well aware that he doesn’t want me talking during sex, but I can’t resist myself.

“I love you so much, Master.”

Dylan takes his eyes off my ass and stares into my eyes, his intense gaze fierce and unwavering. He clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes and I think for a moment that I’ll pay the price for disobeying his wishes, but instead he leans down onto me and bites my shoulder blade, making me moan out loudly.

“Say it again, pussycat - tell me you love me; tell me I’m the only one,” he whines into my ear.

“I love you, Master. You’re the only one I want. You’re the only one I need. I love you. Take me. Own me. Devour me.”

From The Art of Domination

Be a Good Wife

“What’s this?” I ask snapping the waistband of her panties against her skin.

She looks contrite but she’s not backing down. “What does it look like?”

“Do you think because we’re married now you don’t have to abide by our contract anymore?” I snap at her. She knows I fucking hate her wearing panties to bed and I take it as a personal insult that she wore them.

She lays motionless, not answering my question and scanning my face.

“Answer me,” I demand.

“Honestly, I was angry and I forgot. It wasn’t intentional,” she says sincerely. I can see by the look in her eyes that she really didn’t mean it to be an insult.

“Take them off,” I order and without hesitation she removes them and drops them on the floor. She lifts her cami so I can see her, then rubs her hand over her tummy and over the top of her mound while she watches me. When I look into her eyes she’s licking her lips.

“Do you like what you see?” she asks playfully.

“You know I do.”

“Good. When you apologize, you can have some.”

Oh, hell no. “Let me remind you, as your husband and your Master, I don’t need your permission. I’ll have some with or without an apology, but because I love you and because it was a shitty thing for me to accuse you of, I’ll apologize anyway. So for what it’s worth - I’m sorry for accusing you of hitting on Sawyer. I love you. Now open your legs like a good wife and let me fuck you.”

She smiles slyly and I move on top of her between her legs. I kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth and tasting every part of it. As I slick my tongue across her teeth, I taste toothpaste. She smells clean and her hair is still damp from her shower, and I want nothing more than to sully her cleanliness.

I lift her cami high over her breasts and bite and suck at them while she fists my hair. I flick my tongue down her belly and move towards her freshly shaved pussy. It’s sheer smooth and impeccably groomed. I tug at her pussy hair lightly and I lick her thighs. The moonlight is shining through the windows and I can see her eyes gleaming brightly at me while she watches me tickle her clit. I rub my thumb over it and it swells to my touch. I slip two fingers into her wet hole and tease her for a few minutes. Then I pull my fingers out and reach over to the night stand and grab the lube.

I begin prepping her ass when she asks, “This again?”

“Yes. This ass belongs to me and I’ll fuck it anytime I want,” I say as I finger her tight hole. “Christ, you’re tight,” I tell her.

“I’d like to keep it that way so please be gentle this time. It’s still sore,” she begs as she wriggles around.

“I’ll think about it,” I say stubbornly to remind her that I’ll do whatever I want, but of course, I’ll do as she asks. I don’t want her to fear this. I want her to love it as much as I do.

I push her knees apart and spread her legs wide. I stay kneeling while I slip inside her pulsating rose bud. It feels absolutely exquisite as she tightens and contracts around me. She lets out a whimper and closes her eyes tightly and clamps down tighter on me. I pause and slip out just enough to let her relax and then tease her puckered entrance with the head of my dick. Now she looks like she’s starting to enjoy it. I thumb her clit while I gently thrust in and out of her, only pushing in half of my cock. Then I slide two, then three fingers inside her pussy.

She starts to shift around on the bed and groan. When she opens her eyes, they’re glassy and languid.

“Say you love me, Dylan. Say I’m the only one. Please…” she whines.

I’m in the zone and her neediness pulls me out for just a moment. I’m concentrating on not coming, but the sound of her voice saying my name and begging me to love her is driving me fucking insane.

“I love you, Isa. You’re the only one for me. Now be quiet,” I say as I lean down on top of her and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck and starts meeting me thrust for thrust, taking all of me into her tight little hole. When I look down, the vision of her perfect ass squeezing around me is my ruin and I come inside of her. I pause momentarily, allowing myself to catch my breath.

When I’m done, I pull out and tell Isa to play with herself until she finishes. I lay next to her watching as she fingers her drenching wet slit, slipping her fingers inside and then pulling at herself.

“Fuck yourself, Isa. Make yourself come for me,” I tell her.

She looks over at me and I kiss her while she continues to drive her fingers in and out of herself. She briefly sucks my tongue while I reach down and guide her hand as she pushes her fingers deeper into herself. I push my fingers inside of her alongside hers and I tickle her swollen little nub and pinch it. She cries out when I flick her clit and she comes hot and fast. I guide her fingers up to both our mouths as we suck her juices off.

“Good girl,” I say, praising her.

She smiles, reaches for a towel on the bedside table and wipes herself dry. Then she pushes me to the far edge of the bed so she’s lying in the middle.

“I’m not sleeping in the wet spot again,” she says sleepily and dozes off.

From Continental Breakfast

Not Done Yet

Unable to tolerate the look on his face anymore and his odd line of questioning and cryptic responses, I feel the sudden need to leave.

“If you’re done with me, I’ll be leaving now.”

I abruptly stand, gather my clutch, and bolt from the table. I make a pit stop in the ladies room before leaving. My hands are trembling as I stand and look at my own image in the mirror. My stomach churns at the thought of Amelie servicing Mr. Pettifor. I close my eyes tightly, splash cold water on my face and lean over the sink, trying to compose myself.

I’m startled by the sound of a man’s voice coming from the door. I open my eyes and spin around to see the greenest of green eyes gazing back at me darkly.

“No, Ms. Darcy, I’m not done with you yet,” Mr. Pettifor says quietly as he locks the door behind him.

He moves quickly, ravaging me without warning. He grips my hair at the back of my neck and smashes his mouth on me before I can protest. His tongue whips in my mouth, owning me completely. My body goes limp with his infernal touch and he steadies me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I want him, there’s no denying it. I need him, there’s no denying it. But, Svetlana. Right now, I just want to forget about her and open myself up to him.

“Oh, Mr. Pettifor,” I moan into his mouth.

He responds by kneeling in front me, turning me to face the mirror and lifting my dress. His movements are frantic as he rips my panties off, the fabric shredding under his strong hands. He forces my legs open and spreads my legs, burying his tongue in my ass.

“I want all of you, Bella, and since you didn’t let me spank this ass last night, I’m going to fuck it tonight,” he growls.

He’s never taken me this way, no man ever has, but tonight I won’t deny him. After all, this will be the last time we share this kind of closeness. He licks and sucks at my puckered entrance, and then slips a finger in, making me wince from the sudden intrusion. He moves it in and out slowly, loosening me up. I bend over and spread my legs further, giving myself over to him fully.

“Take me, Mr. Pettifor,” I pant.

He stands behind me and pushes the head of his dick into my tight canal and I whimper from the foreign sensation of being stretched in such an intimate and forbidden place.

“That’s it, Bella. Fuck this cock,” he breathes into my ear as he bites my lobe sharply. He grips my hips firmly and pulls me onto his shaft, forcing himself completely into me and filling me entirely. My knees start to buckle from the intensity of his momentum, but Mr. Pettifor wraps an arm around me and steadies me.

“You can take it,” he says tenderly. He pumps into me over and over, his slick cock easier to withstand with each thrust as my ass relaxes.

Watching the orgasmic look on his face in the mirror, I wonder what’s going through his brilliant mind.

“You look amazing being fucked like this. Your ass is perfect, Bella. My God, it’s absolutely flawless. You’re so tight. Why haven’t we done this before?” he grunts. “I love how you feel around me without a condom. It’s so different. Can you feel the difference?” he asks, looking excited.

“Yes, Sir, I can feel it. You feel so much warmer.”

“Yes, that’s it - the warmth. The heat of your core is unbelievable. Oh, shit…” he gets a pained look on his face and then rams into me one last time as his come jets into me.

He kneels in front of me again and turns me around, ready to finish me off. I let caution fly and fist his hair as he laps at me and tugs at my clit. To my surprise, he doesn’t resist. My legs began to quiver just before my release.

“Give it to me, Bella. I was denied breakfast, now I want my continental desert,” he chuckles against my pussy.

I can’t resist giggling at his raunchy sense of humor. Twice in one day I get to hear his laugh and my insides melt. He mumbles something unintelligible against my clit and the vibration sends me over the edge and I fall to my knees. Our moment of post coital bliss is interrupted by someone knocking on the bathroom door. We both promptly put ourselves together. Stepping out of the bathroom, we’re met by judging eyes and gasps.

Mr. Pettifor looks at me and smoothes my just-fucked hair for me and touches the tip of my nose gently.

“You should know, Mr. Pettifor, that was the first time I’ve been taken like that,” I confess.

He pauses and stares at me for a moment.

“I was your first anally?” he asks.

“Yes. You’ve been a lot of firsts for me,” I answer.

“Such as?”

“You gave me my first real job. You gave me my first real orgasm. I did my first strip tease for you…”

The corners of his mouth turn up as if he’s recalling the memory.

“… and you were the first man who made me feel cherished.”

From Becoming Sir

A First Time for Everything

“It’s a beautiful room, no?” Ciara asked as she brought over a tall, six panel privacy partition and set it up, blocking their view from the rest of the players.

Sawyer chuckled with casual amusement and shook his head. “Beautiful is an understatement; it’s more like magnificent and a bit frightening.”

“The same could be said about you, Master Morrison,” Ciara whispered, undressing and letting her gown pool at her feet.

Sawyer’s eyes lowered as did his voice when she crawled between his legs on all fours. “How am I frightening?”

She responded in a voice that was like velvet – soft and thick. “The power that you exude is fear-provoking. I’m not sure if you’re even aware of it, but you give off the most spellbinding dominant vibes I’ve ever been faced with. Perhaps it’s because it’s natural and not forced. Whatever the case may be, it’s alarming to think about what I would allow you to do to my body and mind if I were to give in to you.”

Ciara looked shocked when Sawyer’s eyes suddenly filled with fierce sparkling. He moved swiftly before she had a chance to process what was happening. Grabbing her around the waist with one hand and behind the neck with the other, he laid her body out beneath him and pinned her down on her back.

Pure, raw and unadulterated desire blazed in his eyes. “What do you mean if you were to give in to me?”

She was too surprised to do anything more than gasp out from the sudden submission that was being forced on her and she froze. She swallowed loudly, her eyes rapidly darting from Sawyer’s mouth to his eyes, and back.

“Master Morrison…” she exhaled almost inaudibly, her voice shaky. “I didn’t mean…”

Pressing his body harder against her, the air left her lungs and cut her statement short. Sawyer’s hand moved from her neck down and underneath her as he explored the hollows of her back “Are you not giving in to me now? Were you not giving in to me when I sunk my teeth into your soft, delicious flesh? Tell me, Ciara.” Sawyer’s roving hand stilled and locked against her spine. “Is this all of you? Because I fucking want all of you. Now tell me, are you my slave to do with what I want or not?” Sawyer spoke calmly but with an intensity that belied his furious passion.

Ciara began to pant uncontrollably and twist in his arms on the bed beneath Sawyer. When she tried to resist him, his heart thundered in his chest and his grip tightened. There was no way he was releasing her without sampling her first.

Sawyer’s attitude became lethal and suddenly his dark eyes grew wild. “Don’t you dare try and resist me, Angel. You’ve given me a taste of Mastery and I want more. Now tell me what I want to hear,” he spoke louder, his voice echoing his longing.

Ciara settled back, her body becoming limp in his arms as her eyes grew large and liquid. Sawyer’s eyes in return caught hers and held her gaze steady. When the muscles of his forearm hardened beneath her, she nearly sobbed out her response.

“Yes, you are my Master, and I am giving in to you. Completely. Fuck me, Master Morrison. Please, take all of me.”

“I will and I’ll start with your ass.” Eager to have the piece of Ciara that she and Kerian had offered up so kindly, it took everything Sawyer had to temper his enthusiasm. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, gliding the hand that rested on the small of her back down to her ass cheek.

A meek, barely noticeable smile curved the corners of her lips upward and she nodded. With her eyes focused on his, it was hard to miss the gleam of excitement shining in her deep-brown irises. Squeezing a cheek, he leaned down and nipped at her lace covered, hardened nipples. He rose and lifted the fabric of her lingerie over her head, exposing her body to him. Sitting up on one elbow, he took in the vision of her splendid, lightly tanned body and curves, and doing as Sarah had suggested – burned the image into his memory for future enjoyment.

As his eyes roamed over her physique, the throb of his heartbeat could be felt in his cock. Just thinking about what was about to happen made his body ache with an intense urge. Grunting sounds from just beyond the paneled partition reminded him that they weren’t alone and everything around him - the setting, the smell of sex and incense, and the sight of Ciara impatiently anticipating his next move, all seemed surreal. He reached over and pinched his arm just to make sure he hadn’t been roofied or was the victim of some vivid hallucination.

“Just making sure…” he waggled his eyebrows at Ciara who let out a short burst of laughter.

Gripping her waist, he gently flipped her over, bringing her pretty, small, round ass front and center. Ciara tucked her hands under her, resting them on the tops of her thighs and raised her bottom up high. Sawyer may have been an anal virgin, but he was no novice when it came to sex and a woman’s needs, and though no words were spoken as she peeked over her shoulder inviting him to take her, the message her body and eyes were sending left no room for doubt – she was his to do with what he wanted.

He reached for the lube and condom that Ciara had laid out on the bedside table for him to prepare for her taking. As much as he wanted to rip his own clothes off and lunge on her like a feral animal, he paced his movements in order to prolong his and Ciara’s anticipation. He started by casually sliding his slacks off and then slowly removing his shirt. When he was down to his briefs, he rubbed his palm over his rigid shaft, delighting in the quickening of her breath and the flare of her pupils. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her and he could feel her longing radiating off of her like a blue-hot flame being stoked by desire. Finally, he removed the last piece of his clothing and when he did, Ciara graced him with the kind of smile he would happily kill for again. Reaching for the condom, he ripped open the foil packet, pinched the tip of the wet skin and slid it over himself.

Next he held the tube of lubricant in his right hand while he straddled Ciara and showered her tattooed shoulder blades and spine with kisses. When just enough time had passed to warm the lube, he squeezed a liberal amount on his middle finger and rubbed it into her ass crack. Soft whimpers came from above and her ass rose in the air further as he teased her puckered entrance and slowly inserted his finger, pushing it in as her muscles constricted and relaxed with each of his movements.

She pulled her hands out from underneath of her, grabbed a pillow and pushed it under her pelvis, bringing her rear-end higher yet. Reaching behind her, she spread her cheeks for him. The sexy, skilled casualness of her actions was almost too much to take and Sawyer feared he would shoot his load before he had even gotten to the ultimate prize. She looked over her shoulder once again and smiled as if she had read his thoughts and all he could do was return the smile she had given him.

Lifting an eyebrow, he asked, “Am I doing okay?”

A soft breathy giggle slipped past her lips as she flashed her teeth and licked her lips. “Oh, Master, you’re doing more than okay. I’m ready whenever you are.”

And with that, he rested the head of his cock on her opening and gently eased into her, inch by slow inch. The tightness caught him completely by surprise and he unexpectedly grunted when her ass contracted down onto him.

“I love that sound,” Ciara moaned out as she ground herself into Sawyer, taking all of him deeply. “Mmmmmaster…” she continued to groan lustily.

“And I love that sound,” he countered as he grabbed a hold of her waist and plunged balls deep into her tight canal.

It was the sound of wicked bliss, the likes of which he would never get tired of hearing. God, how he loved being the reason for that sound. And her ass… sweet Almighty, how he loved being inside that forbidden place. Why had he been deprived of something so breathtakingly decadent? Why had he been denied the sweet indulgence of a woman’s ass when it was so clearly meant to be fucked? Watching Ciara’s pink hole clutch his cock as he slid in and out of her, Sawyer knew her ass would be his unraveling.

“Oh, hell, Angel…” he gritted his teeth as he continued to thrust in and out, knowing that he wouldn’t last much longer.

He tried to redirect his attention to a swirled pattern in the woodwork of the bed frame to prolong the deliciousness of Ciara’s perfectly fuckable rear-end, but it was no use. The sensation of release was building hot and fast. Ciara must have sensed his impending climax because she disengaged from him and quickly pulled the pillow out from beneath her. Repositioning herself on her back, she tipped her pelvis upward, opening herself up to him once again.

“Just a little longer, Master… please…” she begged as she held her knees firmly against her chest.

Sawyer closed his eyes tightly and swallowed hard, trying to suppress the urge to come, but he knew his efforts were for naught. He just hoped that his Angel would come soon because there was no way come hell or high water he would last any longer than a few minutes, no matter how he much he tried. It felt too damned good and oh, so right.

Once back inside Ciara, he began to thumb her clit vigorously while he pumped into her over and over. She began to squirm and pant uncontrollably and as her orgasm descended on her, the muscles of her anus began to constrict almost painfully around him. His hand stilled against her pussy and without warning, his come pulsed out of him causing him to hiss through his teeth and throw his head back. A long line of grunted and mumbled obscenities followed before he collapsed onto the bed next to Ciara. Turning his head, he found her watching him and smiling bashfully while shaking her head.

“Well done, Master Morrison. I suspected there wasn’t anything I could teach you.”

From Tempered by Fire: Angel Bound, #1

Thank You, Master

Tati’s words were more than Sebastian had anticipated. He had readied himself for a fight of wills that he had dreaded would last days, weeks, maybe even months. But it turned out she was more willing than he had hoped. As they sat in silence staring at each other, there was an unspoken commitment between them. More than the human institution of marriage, their actions and Tati’s belonging to him were words spoken from her soul; undying words meant only for him. The words touched him to his core and he vowed to himself that he would protect their bond at any cost, regardless of the hellfire consequences.

He flung Tatiana onto her back and ripped the silken gown from her body. She yelped at his sudden animalistic behavior but then giggled deviously as she clawed his chest and his back as he lay on top of her. The pain she was inflicting on him was a new sensation and he welcomed it. He moaned loudly and then howled like an underworld creature as she bit into his neck savagely. He immediately pushed himself into her, his massive muscular thighs like jackhammers fucking her hard and fast. Tatiana screamed his name at his forcefulness.

Then he quickly pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach and began to bite her neck and back. “I want all of you.” He whispered into her ear. He leaned down onto her bottom and began to lick her ass, slipping his tongue rhythmically in and out of her tight canal.

Tatiana moaned out her delight, “Oh my God, Sebastian…”

It was more than ironic to hear those words coming from her considering what they were doing and where they were at, but he took pleasure in hearing the words. Yes, I am her God now, he thought.

He stopped licking her and gently slipped in a finger, then two inside of her, feeling her tightness and quivering. Tatiana sat up on her elbows and cranked her head around, trying to get a look at Sebastian. When their eyes met, she told him, “Take me; all of me; NOW.” Her eyes were on fire and there was no question in Sebastian’s mind anymore as to what she had become.

He removed his fingers and then slid his shaft inside of her and Tatiana instinctively began to meet his thrusts. Her body was already physically changing to accommodate his length and he could feel it. Her tight forbidden hole was sucking and pulling at him like a puckered little mouth and Sebastian knew he couldn’t hold out for long.

He howled again; this time out of sheer joy at what he had created; his own personal Namaah. He suddenly felt the need to punish Tatiana, but not because she had done anything wrong. Quite to the contrary, she was being perfectly obedient. He felt the need to punish her because he could; because he wanted to; because he knew she would like it.

He pushed down onto her shoulder blades so that she was no longer looking at him and pulled her hair, yanking her head back. Tatiana groaned loudly as he pushed deeper inside her and punished her ass. Then he pulled her up by her hips onto her knees. He brought his hand down hard onto her ass cheek and watched with satisfaction as it turned a magnificent shade of red. To his utter joy, Tatiana did not resist him, she only screamed out her agreement to his treatment. “More, Master. Please, more!” She yelped into the air.

So he gave her more. Again and again he slapped her ass, taking turns on each cheek. Then he reached his hand underneath of her and began to finger her clit. It was the thing that sent her over the edge and Sebastian took pleasure in watching his Namaah come undone. She shrieked loudly again and howled the same way he had, and he felt her release against his hand. He didn’t want any of her precious liquid gift to go to waste so he quickly flipped her onto her back again and licked her clean.

After he was done finishing her off, he grabbed her by her neck, pulled her up and filled her mouth with his cock. Tatiana grabbed Sebastian by his hips and began the sweet torture of sucking him off. He pushed down on her head, loving the wet gagging sounds coming from her. When she looked up at him, her heated blue eyes were all that he needed to completely unravel him. He grunted something unintelligible and thrashed his head back as he released into the back of her throat.

When he was done, he looked down at Tatiana and told her, “Now say ‘thank you, Master’.”

Completely out of breath and still drooling from Sebastian’s come, she complied. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered seductively with a devilish smile on her face.

From Grace Street

Cry for Me

“Victor, please,” Elsa begged.

“There’s no need to beg for it, Peach,” he purred against her neck.

Victor’s body shifted and she could hear the zipper of his pants and the jingle of the belt. Suddenly her apprehension turned to something she didn’t expect – excitement. He was really going to fuck her in this alley and the knowledge left her both thrilled and frightened.

Her stomach clenched when she felt his mouth on her bottom, his tongue seeking gratification. She pressed her palms against the cold stone and instinctively pushed her rear-end out to him, wanting his tongue inside of her.

“That’s it, give into me…” he moaned out as he licked the crack of her ass and briefly dipped his tongue into her anus.

This…Yes, this delicious thing he was doing… Elsa mewled with delight with each thrust of his tongue into that forbidden place. It had been so long since she felt the pleasure of this sinful thing. She accepted his mouth and drowned out the sounds of people walking by only feet away and focused on the wet, sucking sounds coming from his mouth on her ass. It was only the two of them she repeated over and over. She had to convince herself of it or else she couldn’t go through with Victor’s game plan.

Abruptly standing up, she felt Victor’s wet fingers poke into her rectum - first one, then two inserted gently. His movements stilled when she contracted down onto his digits and he waited until she relaxed. Slowly, centimeter-by-centimeter, he worked them in and out of her as his mouth descended once more on her neck.

He began to suck and gnaw so fiercely, it was all she could do not to scream. The exquisite pain was so overwhelming, but felt so damned good. As she eased into his rhythm, the head of his warm shaft was felt near her ass. Steadily, he pushed in.

“God damn, Elsa…” he murmured.

God damn was right. No one existed in that moment; it was just the two of them fucking in the shadows of that dingy, smelly alley. With each penetration, he pushed deeper until she felt his balls hit her pussy.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Victor drew her to him and buried his face in her hair which was now damp with sweat and hiding her eyes.

“The next breath you take, you’ll be screaming for me to allow you to come. I may or may not give you my consent. It all depends on how freely you let those beautiful tears of yours flow. So if you want to come… cry for me, Elsa.”

Nothing about this man was sublime. He was intense, irrational, passionate and uncompromising, and Elsa couldn’t get enough. Snaking his hand from her belly down to her pussy, he thrust his two middle fingers into her as he continued to pump into her ass unrelentingly. He tugged at her vagina’s inner wall making her bite her lip so hard, she tasted her own blood. He wanted her tears… but why? What was it about her tears that aroused him?

“Don’t make me ask again,” he growled low and deep as he bit into the nape of her neck.

The throbbing in her neck was severe enough it drowned out the pleasure in her bottom. He dug his fingers deeper into her sex and thrust balls deep into her ass as the pain and pleasure fought against one another to overtake her.

Her lower belly began to pulsate and her loins heated to an unbearable temperature. She was close. Rising on her tip toes ready to come, Victor’s hand stilled as he clutched at her pussy harshly.

“Tears, Elsa. I don’t see them.”

Her body began to quiver and she tried to force the tears to come, but it was no use. “I want to come, please make me come…” she panted out as she ground her ass back onto his pulsating shaft.

She thrashed her head back and forth and began to whimper with need.

“You’re so close, I can feel it. Just cry for me… give me your tears…”

Victor’s usually demanding voice was all at once unfamiliar and different - vulnerable and desperate.

“Don’t deny me, Elsa. Give them to me…” he whispered in her ear.

He thrust his fingers into her again to give her release and the devastating sound of his husky voice crushed her. His desire was a like a drug, lulling her to euphoria and she turned her head to look at him.

“Yes, Victor,” she nearly sobbed at the sight of his black eyes dazzling with fury and yearning.

Wanting nothing more than to give him what he wanted, she conjured the worst of her memories. Dredging up each time her heart had been broken and how desolate she felt every time a lover told her goodbye, the tears began to stream down her flushed cheeks. This time they had come freely and with no anger behind them, and she didn’t feel wrong about having done it. The reward for her tears was sweeter than she could’ve ever imagined when she saw elation in his normally tortured eyes. This man, Victor Laurenzo, had opened up something within her and had dragged her to the dark side to show her what her body was made for – him.

A satisfied smile graced his rugged and magnificent face and he plunged one last time into her. Grunting loudly, his cock twitched and she felt his warm release. He remained inside of her as he continued to finger her until her climax came only a few short moments later. He quickly withdrew from her and spun her around to kiss each of her eyes and swipe away her tears with his thumbs.

The last of her orgasm slowly subsided, leaving her in a weakened state and Victor held her steady as he stared down into her eyes, imploring her for some unknown thing.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when you cry?” She shook her head no, still too fatigued to speak. “Then I’m happy to be the first.”

Thanks for the Spanks

From Ulterior Motives *bonus not yet published

Lesson Learned

“I was under the impression you could follow a simple command, Ms. Stephens. That’s three times now you’ve faltered,” he stated austerely as he stood and held his hand out to her. “Today you will learn that in my home, strict protocol will be followed.”

The look on Logan’s face was both frightening and electrifying. Chloe’s eyes widened and she remained seated.

“What do you plan on doing to me?” she asked uneasily.

“What must be done. Nothing more; nothing less.”

Could he be more vague? He remained with his hand held out to her and she wondered if she should run or take his lead. Suppressing her apprehension, she told her fear of the unknown to fuck off and decided to jump over the edge of desire and danger and hoped her wings would grow on the way down. When her eyes met Logan’s, they danced with excitement. The air in the room was palpable and it was undeniable that he wanted this, too.

She swallowed hard, took his hand and walked back down the stairs with him. It was the longest walk of her life as they took the stairs one at a time, leaving her to wonder anxiously what Logan had planned for her. His grip on her hand was firm and Chloe doubted she could’ve escaped his clutches had she tried. Not that she wanted to.

Guiding her into his bedroom, Chloe suddenly felt dizzy. Letting his grip on her hand loosen, he reached for a lone wooden chair that was near his closet and brought it over to where she was standing. He placed it directly in front of her, the back of the chair flush against her thighs. Standing behind her, Logan held her shoulders squarely.

“Lift your skirt,” he breathed into her ear.

Without thinking, Chloe obeyed. Why, she wasn’t sure. Anyone else would’ve bolted from the room crying or screaming obscenities. Hell, a few might have even slapped the hell out of him for even suggesting such a thing. But not Chloe. Her feelings at that moment had nothing to do with reason and everything to do with curiosity and arousal. Doing as she was told, she hiked her skirt up, revealing her lace-top thigh-high stockings held up by a garter belt and satin panties.

Glancing over her shoulder, she was thrilled to see Logan’s mischievous grin. “Very nice choice in lingerie, Chloe.”

She felt the blood rise to her cheeks and she quickly looked away.

Logan tapped the inside of her ankle with his foot, urging her legs further apart while he swept her hair to one side and over her shoulder. Next, he placed his hands on top of hers and guided them onto the back of the chair.

“Don’t move.”

And with that, he disappeared. Left alone, Chloe’s heart began beating rapidly, the thudding inside her chest making her feel short of breath. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to calm her nerves, but it was next to impossible considering she had no idea what Logan was planning on doing to her.

When he returned a short time later, he had a large oak paddle in his hands with clearly etched initials on one side. LME, it read. She briefly wondered what the M stood for. She should’ve been terrified, but instead she felt energized and more alive than she had ever felt. In fact, she was so excited she feared she would tinkle all over his high-end polished and buffed tiger maple flooring. Real sexy, Chloe, she cursed herself. She clenched down, giving her Kegel muscles a good work out.

“I’m not going to hurt you – much. Now bend over,” Logan growled.

Chloe’s faculties left her and fear kept her frozen, unmoving. She felt a sudden tug on her hair and stern words spoken in her ear.

“In my house, my word is law, Minou. Bend. Over.”

Chloe bent at the waist, gripped the seat of the chair and held her breath. She felt herself leave her body as she waited for the wood to make contact with her bottom.

Instead, she felt warm hands slide her panties down to her ankles and fingertips gliding up the inside of her thighs seductively.

“Perfect,” he whispered.

Suddenly and without warning the oak paddle came down onto her soft flesh, making her gasp loudly. Heat seared up and over her lower back and down the tops of her legs. It wasn’t painful, much.

“When I give you a simple order, I expect it to be followed. Do you understand?” Logan stated strictly.

“Yes,” she stuttered out.

“Yes, Sir, Minou.”

Chloe was confused. It was the word Sir that had gotten her into trouble and now he wanted her to call him Sir? She didn’t dare question his authority, not while he was still holding the paddle.

“Yes, Sir,” she said without delay.

“Good girl.”

Never in her life did she think those two words used together could elicit such joy. She wanted to hear them again, over and over, spoken exactly in the same manner, kind and lovingly. Yes, lovingly.

“The only place you’re allowed to call me Sir is in this room or my workshop. Is that understood?” he clarified as the oak made contact with the other cheek.

The workshop? Yes. She most definitely wanted him to work her over in that room. “Yes, Sir,” she moaned out as her silken folds became damp.

Now it all made sense - the room, the pictures, the equipment… she wanted to experience more. She wanted Logan to teach her and to do whatever else he wanted to do to her. She rose on her tiptoes and pushed her ass out, wanting more of what Logan was doling out despite the heat burning in her ass, but to her disappointment, Logan set the paddle down on the seat of the chair in front of her.

He chuckled under his breath when she moaned out her displeasure.

“You’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?” he breathed, running two fingers up her slit, feeling the wetness between her legs. “I think you’ve had enough for now. Stand and face me.”

Chloe shakily stood and faced Logan. His eyes were blazing fiercely and it took everything she had not to heave herself at him and ravage every inch of his toned 5”11”, naturally tanned-to-perfection body.

“This was meant to be a lesson, Minou, not pleasure. Take my words and instructions to heart.”

It crossed her mind to call him Sir just to get another few wallops.

Logan must’ve sensed her rebellious thoughts because he quickly interjected, “Next time I won’t be so gentle.”

From This Love’s Not for Sale

I Warned You

“I want to taste you,” he grunted as he slicked his tongue across her mouth, dipping it between her lips.

Lilliana’s hands tightened around his arms, and she sucked his tongue in that brief moment it was in her mouth. He swept her up into his arms and carried her toward the direction of her bedroom. Lilliana’s eyes reflected nervous apprehension, but only her soft panting could be heard.

Once in her room, he kicked the door closed behind him and tossed her onto the bed roughly. Lilliana sat up and Tucker grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, her dress hiking up over her ass when he did so, exposing her smooth thighs and silk-covered pussy. He tugged at her panties, almost ripping them before sliding them into his pants pocket.

Lilliana didn’t disappoint. She laid back and pulled her dress up higher, exposing her smooth labia and flat tummy. Tucker stood at the foot of bed, glaring down at her.

“You’re taking a lot for granted,” he stated, repeating the sarcastic response she had given him not so long ago.

Her eyebrows pinched together in bewilderment. Tucker bent down and grasped her ankles again and in one swift motion he flipped her onto her belly, bringing her bare ass front and center. Lilliana must’ve sensed what was coming because she tried to crawl away, but Tucker gripped her waist and held onto her firmly. There was no way in hell he was letting her get away when her perfect ass was within reach and in sore need of discipline.

“I meant it when I said you had a spanking coming for all the sass you’ve given me.”

“Tucker, wait…” Lilliana squeaked out.

“I’m done waiting for you, Lilly.”

Tucker grabbed a hold of her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Leaning on top of her, he whispered into her ear, “I demand your respect, Lilly.”

“Tucker, please… I’ve never… please don’t hurt me,” Lilliana answered softly, her voice full of fear.

Is that what Lilliana thought his intentions were? Tucker eased his grip on her wrists slightly and kissed her ear gently.

“I would never hurt you. This is simply to teach you that I won’t put up with your smart mouth and to show you that I always carry through with my plan of action.”

Lilliana’s breathing became ragged but she said nothing more. Had she resisted any further or said no, Tucker would’ve backed down. He waited, giving her time to mull over his words. Would she balk like all the rest or would she take his punishment? He hoped for the latter.

When she remained silent, he spoke from his heart, “You need this as much as I do.”

With his final declaration, he kneeled between her open legs and nudged them open further with his knee, and brought his hand down onto her ass. For all his talk about discipline and paddling, he had actually only spanked a woman a handful of times, and he had never felt so alive than he did at that moment.

She shrieked and pulled her wrists out of Tucker’s grip. She clawed at the bed and tried to twist her body, but Tucker’s grasp was too strong. He smacked her one more time on her other cheek with equal vigor, the loud slapping sound reverberating off the walls. He wanted to give her more, but he knew he was pushing his luck.

Tucker’s heart was pounding and it was so loud in his ears, he could’ve sworn Lilliana could hear it, too. Lilliana twisted and arched her body as she fought to get free. When Tucker released her, she promptly jumped up and backed herself up against her headboard. He stood and backed away from her, allowing them both time to process what had just happened.

She was breathless, panting, her eyes as wide as the moon. Tucker didn’t know whether to laugh out loud or jizz in his pants from Lilliana’s reaction.

“Are you okay?” her asked calmly.

She ground her teeth and narrowed her eyes, but to Tucker’s utter astonishment, she didn’t say a word and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Lilly, are. You. Okay?”

Lilliana blinked rapidly, and her eyes examined his body.

“If by okay you mean pissed, flustered and turned on, then, yes, I’m okay.”

A slow smile spread across Tucker’s face. Lilliana was something else. Her mouth never failed to irritate and entertain him.

“Good. Now get over here so I can taste you,” he pointed at the bed.

Lilliana opened her mouth and Tucker was positive it was to give him more of her brand of sarcasm.

“Before you speak, I should warn you: my palm is still itching to give you more.”

From The Art of Submission

Heated Exchange

Dylan

“You don’t get to tell me to stop, Mr. Young. I haven’t signed anything yet.”

Isabel is trying to sound convincing, but this time her voice cracks just a little.

“Don’t take one more step towards those paintings, Isabel. Don’t.” I can feel my temper gaining the upper hand and my alter ego is threatening to make an appearance.

In defiance, she steps backwards, closer to the paintings; just one step, then one more. I feel myself heating with aggravation and arousal.

“Don’t do it,” I repeat, my voice betraying my fury.

It’s so absurd that we’re arguing over this. It’s like we’ve divorced and we’re battling over custody of our three children. She does it one more time, one more step backwards towards the paintings, her eyes never leaving mine. She reaches a hand up to grab one, slowly.

“So help me God, if you touch those paintings Isabel, I’ll take you over my knee. And this time I really will, contract or not. You’re on seriously thin ice, so don’t test me.” My anger is now on DEFCON 5 and I’m under serious threat of a meltdown.

Her eyes narrow at me, but she lowers her hand. I see her fist her hands at her sides.

“You just go ahead and try it.” Her voice is soft but indignant.

No fucking way did she just challenge me. Before I can even talk my alter ego into staying out of this, he’s taken over. I move in record speed, pulling her to me and then over to a conference chair. I’m sitting and before she knows what’s happened, I have her over my knee. My upper arm is over her back and my hand is on her shoulder holding her down; her legs are under one of mine, securing her position. She’s yelling obscenities at me and thrashing about, but her punishment has already been decided.

Before I lay claim to her ass, I ask her, “Are you sorry?”

Stunned silence from her, but she continues to thrash.

“Answer me. Say you’re sorry for the way you behaved.” My voice is louder and she thrashes even harder, but she still refuses to answer. “This is the last time I’m going to say it, Isabel. I want your apology. Now.”

“You go to hell.” Her voice is laden with contempt, but her movements have ceased.

“Then have it your way.” And with that, I proceed to spank her.

Isabel

What? Does he really intend to spank me? And then I feel it, his hand comes down hard. I feel the sting immediately and I let out a loud gasp and a scream. What in the name of Holy madness is going on here? I have to get out of here. I try to get away again, but it’s no use. He smacks my bottom again, only harder than before. This can’t be happening. Again, even harder. Oh my God. What’s happening to me? After five smacks to my left cheek, he moves to my right and begins the same sweet painful torture. But this time, it’s different. I felt the tide turning on the fourth whack. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I can feel my pussy starting to throb. How can I be aroused? What’s wrong with me? Shit that hurts, but it also feels … so good. By the tenth spank I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to come and I will not allow it. I give in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I whisper out. Please, no more.

“Sorry for what, Isabel?” Dylan asks firmly.

Don’t make me say it. Fine. I just can’t take the pain and excitement anymore. “I’m sorry for the way I behaved.” Damn him.

He finally eases his hold on me and I immediately jump up. My arousal has turned to fury. How dare he. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore from him, he says it; the thing that sends me over the edge.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

From The Art of Control

Wicked Imagination

The assortment of items on the bed are confusing but titillating. My naughty boy has something up his sleeve and the look in his eyes is maddening and has my pussy soaking. Dylan moves hastily as he binds my wrists to the bed posts with his ties.  Next, he moves to my ankles and places something rigid between them. I crank my head to the side to see an umbrella being fashioned into a spreader bar between my legs. How very creative of him. He loops, twists and knots the neckties around my ankles to the umbrella, making it impossible for me to close my legs.

After that, he grabs one of the pillows and pushes it underneath my belly and pulls it down slightly, raising my pelvis and ass higher. When I look back at him, he’s checking out his handy work and I see the gears turning in that gorgeous head of his. His mean streak is bubbling just underneath the surface as his eyes dilate beneath his long dark lashes. He licks his lips and strokes himself all the while just standing and watching me, not saying a word, and I’m getting impatient and wetter with each passing second.

Dylan reaches for my hairbrush and kneels between my spread legs. As he runs the bristles across my ass cheeks, I wince from the prickly sensation. Then he draws the brush down and over my inner thighs, down my calves and across the soles of my feet, making me jerk from the ticklish and slightly painful feeling. My toes curl and I moan out.

“Don’t move. I won’t say it again,” Dylan snarls.

My sadistic Dom is now present and I’m fully aware of the seriousness of his threat. He moves up behind and on top of me, kissing my neck tenderly while he runs the bristles over my shoulder blades and spine with more pressure than before. The feeling of his warm, damp breath on my neck in contrast to the stinging on my back is tantalizing. My body doesn’t know whether to wither or blossom from the pleasantly painful assault.

Just when my body relaxes and my breathing slows, Dylan brings the flat side of the wooden brush down onto my bottom swiftly and with force. I bury my face in the bed and shriek out. Sweet baby Jesus, that felt amazing. My buttock blazes with heat and starts to throb. I don’t have time to process the pain when Dylan smacks the other cheek equally as hard.  Keeping my face hidden, I yell out my acceptance and bite the sheet underneath me, wanting to tear at it and shred it like a wild animal from the searing pain. Concentrate, Isa.

Endorphins start to build in the soles of my feet and a warm feeling washes over me. I take a deep breath in through my nose and blow it out my mouth, trying to calm myself. Yes, that’s better. My ass is on fire, but it feels dirty and delicious. I remain still while my sadistic lover persecutes my backside over and over with smacks varying from light to hard, my ass jouncing and jiggling with each subsequent smack. Dylan runs his hands over my bottom gently, running his fingers up my spine. Just as I become accustomed to his soft touch and my heart rate slows, he paddles my upper thighs and the warm sensation of an orgasm builds in my throbbing Ms. Kitty.

“Beg for it, Isa. Tell me you want to be punished,” he murmurs in a deep hushed voice.

Whatever Sir wants, Sir gets. “If it pleases you, Master, punish me,” I whine out as I push my ass up, wanting more.

“I told you not to move,” he roars.

Dylan drops the brush on the bed and uses his bare hand, the skin-to-skin contact sending darts of electrifying pleasure throughout my body. The bed dips next to me and I hear rustling as Dylan prepares his next method of torture. Suddenly, something hot and liquid is dripped down my ass crack. Every muscle in my body contracts from the intense heat and my eyes well up.

Holy experimental sex toy, what is that? Dylan always has something strange up his sleeve and I can’t make out what the sticky concoction is. The gooey unknown substance pools in my puckered crevice, but Dylan spreads my cheeks wide and hungrily licks it up. The slurping sounds of his tongue in my ass make me squirm with anticipation, but I don’t dare ask what it is he’s licking up so eagerly for fear of his reprisal. Dylan has told me on more than one occasion that the sound of my voice distracts him, so I’ll just keep my mouth shut.  The smell of maple and vanilla drifts past my nose and it’s then that I realize what the sticky liquid is that Dylan’s licking at. He pours more hot syrup down my spine and I cringe from the sweltering heat. He laps that up, too, and quickly soothes it with ice, letting the melting cube drip down my ass and back. It feels fantastic and soothing, and my panting begins to slow. I concentrate on my Master’s breathing and movements, and my own heartbeat in my ears. I love him so much and I want him to be pleased with my acquiescence and total submission.

I’m purring softly, yearning to be fucked. Dylan lies next to me and starts brushing my hair, his engorged prick pressing against my thigh. I turn my face to the side and gaze at him dreamily. He’s smiling devilishly at me and I’m not quite sure what to make of his expression. I watch him cautiously, knowing that my sadistic Master isn’t done playing with me yet. His eyes betray his need to give me more pain and I wait patiently until he decides to give me more.

“You belong to me, Isabel,” he says out of nowhere.

He’s not telling me something I don’t already know.

“You’re my property and I want you marked as such.”

Here we go with this again. My belly flutters with nervousness at the thought of being marked. What exactly does he mean by that anyway? Another piercing? A tattoo? What? Though the thought of being marked for Dylan is sexy as hell and I’m excited at the idea of it, I’ll be damned if I’m getting my clit pierced. Screw that business. My little tingly friend is off limits.

I smile at him and he digs his fingers into my ass, making me cry out in pain. His devious smirk widens and he licks and bites his bottom lip.

“Are you going to answer me?” he says.

“I didn’t think that was a question,” I respond.

Dylan’s eyes gleam and dilate. “It wasn’t.”

Leaning into my ear, he licks the crook, his lusty breath driving me insane.

“Master, please…” I purr.

“Please, what?” Dylan teases.

“I want you inside of me,” I beg.

“Not yet. I’m not done with you. I want to see that lush ass turn blood red,” he whispers into my ear.

He moves on top of me and breaches my wet entrance with his fingers, only to withdraw them, leaving me slick and uncomfortable. Without warning, the wooden brush is slapped on my butt again. He swats it time and time again, the blood rushing to the surface, sending my mind reeling. Holy stars and stripes, I swear to Mother Mary I can actually see stars as I close my eyes tightly. I’m near the limit of my pain tolerance. Just a little more. I want just a little more.

“More, Master, more,” I mewl.

Dylan’s breathing quickens and he straddles my thighs.

“Fuck, Isa, you look so God damned exquisite right now,” he groans.

I lift my ass up as high as it will go and the peak of my orgasm washes over me, my body shuddering with release. He wallops me one last time and I teeter on the edge of ecstasy and agony. My body flushes and heats from the inside out, but the warm rush turns to a cold chill and I start to shake uncontrollably. I try to say the word that will stop it all, but Dylan reads my body language and stops. I’m thankful because I can’t take anymore. I’ve had my fill of pain for the night.

I wail into the bed and float up above myself. My mind and heart are racing and I feel weightless and serene. When I open my eyes, Dylan has untied me and pulled me into the fetal position onto his lap. I’m covered with his body and his face is hidden in my neck.

“Oh, how I love to watch you fly, my precious angel,” he breathes into my ear.

Those words… they comfort me and exhaustion sweeps me away.

Tease & Denial

From Becoming Sir

Unruly

When Sawyer turned to face Kate, her toned and muscular body was gloriously naked, her bronze skin glowing under the yellow-gold lighting. It was hard for him not to appreciate such a fine specimen even if she wasn’t his type. Sitting in the chair, her legs were spread wide as she fingered herself.

Dylan motioned with his head toward Kate. “Did you give her permission to do that to herself?”

“I most certainly did not.”

“Deal with it,” Dylan instructed.

Sawyer grabbed a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs and strode over to her, gripping her wrist and pulling her fingers out of her glistening pussy.

“Enough of that,” he grumbled.

Kate poked her tongue out and attempted to bring her fingers to her mouth, but his strong grip didn’t allow her to. He swiftly pulled her hand down and fumbled with the cuffs before securing one of her hands to the shackles.  She softly giggled at his mishandling of the restraint and Sawyer’s eyes shot up to hers.

“You only get to laugh at me once,” he snarled, staring directly into her eyes.

With the speed and agility of a man who meant his words, he strapped her other wrist down purposefully, cinching the cuff to an appropriate but secure fit, and tugging on the restraint to test its stability causing Kate to gasp out at his harsh, sudden movement. The smile quickly faded from her face and one side of Sawyer’s mouth curled upwards.

“I’m a fast learner, Kate,” he smirked.

Kneeling in front of her, the smell of Kate’s musky perfume and pussy wafted past his nose, urging him forward, and Sawyer felt the sudden impulse to tease her. He leaned down and licked the inside of her thigh just above her knee while his hands secured her ankles. She closed her eyes and whimpered as Sawyer nibbled his way up the inside of her thigh, thrusting her hips forward the closer Sawyer got to her pussy.

“Lick me… more,” she demanded, her voice breathy and needy.

He didn’t like being told what to do, even if he was new at it. “You’ll get more when I see fit,” he stood boldly.

Her red glossed lips formed a perfect pout and he began to wonder how they would feel wrapped around his cock. He moved back to the table and with Dylan’s assistance, decided on a bit of sensual torture for the brazen submissive. Sawyer decided first to instruct her to keep her eyes closed, wondering how well she could follow instructions. She complied and he began by sweeping the feathers over her body. First over her nipples causing them to harden and then finishing them off by pulling them to a point with his fingers. Next, he dusted the feathers over her cheeks and Kate’s eyes popped open.

“Tsk, tsk. I said closed,” he said smoothly with no expression on his face.

Kate’s mouth curved into a cynical frown. Standing back, his hands fell to his side. He meant what he said. When he stood motionless glaring at her, she gave in and closed her eyes. Dylan then handed him the tawse next and Sawyer began to slap the stiff leather over the tops of her breasts and thighs, pinking up her skin.

He liked the way it felt in his hands; firm and unyielding. It would be too easy for him to get overambitious with his efforts and he worried he might be delivering too hard of blows, so before he continued, he asked “Color?”

“Green. Keep going.”

Damn if Kate, aka Sam, wasn’t a challenging submissive.

“Flick your wrist more, Morrison. Even if you’re not a sadist, it’s good to remember that pleasure can originate from pain. You just need to moderate the amount of pressure delivered based on what you’re trying to achieve. Do you have anything to add, Isa?” Dylan looked over his shoulder.

“Just that aftercare is a requirement, not an option, especially after an intense scene.”

Sawyer paused, contemplating both of their instructions. He had to trust what Dylan was telling him and believe that he wouldn’t steer him in the wrong direction, and neither would Isabel.

Kate writhed, her skin squeaking against the leather and her breathing becoming louder as he flicked his wrist with his next delivery. Beads of sweat began to build on his temples as he paced around her, flicking the tawse in rhythm with the music that Isabel had picked,  Breathe by Breaking Benjamin. It was a good choice and the deep bass began to vibrate underneath his feet, sending shock waves to his ball sack and making the experience more arousing.

Kate was doing a good job of keeping her eyes closed until Sawyer moved to the table to grab his next tool. He looked over his shoulder to see one of her eyes open, peeking at him. How hard was it to follow a simple order?

Sawyer gave her an uncompromising look. “Eyes closed. I won’t say it again.”

Both of her eyes opened defiantly to his remark as she glared at him with burning, reproachful eyes. “Or else what, Mr. Morrison?” she asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm in her voice.

“Yes, or else what, Morrison?” Dylan asked with eyebrows raised. “A submissive must learn to follow your commands and any and all threats must be followed through, or else what’s the point?”

Dylan’s point was valid. What was the fucking point if not to exert his power? Irritated with Kate trying to push his limits and question his authority, Sawyer stood between her splayed legs. Leaning down, he ghosted his mouth over her ear. Slowly, he brushed his fingers up the inside of her thigh until he reached her pussy. He eased his fingers inside of her causing her to moan out. Pumping his fingers more rapidly, Sawyer could sense Kate was quickly building up to an orgasm.

Pulling his fingers out of her, he replied coolly in an attempt to disguise his impatience, “Or else you don't get the pleasure of sucking my dick.”

His voice was thick and mellow and Kate’s mouth dropped open, her eyes boldly meeting his. Sawyer wasn’t sure if the jaw-drop was due to shock or to say something, but he promptly shoved his juice soaked fingers into her gaping mouth to shut her up.

“If you want to come, you’ll simply suck my fingers and keep your comments to yourself. Is that understood?”

Her tongue twisted around his fingers and she said nothing more.  Sawyer’s power was greater than he had imagined and the implication of her compliance sent waves of excitement through him. His cock hardened and his head swam with desire. Feeling a little more comfortable in his Dom skin, he decided to venture out and try something a little more risky. Reaching for the flogger, he looked to Dylan.

“Keep your stance in mind. This time, don’t flick your wrist. Use a figure-eight motion in smooth, flowing movements. Instruct Kate not to move. She already knows this, but hearing your voice and your commands is soothing to her and reassures her of your authority.”

Sawyer nodded and did as he was instructed. Kate’s tanned skin reddened under the leather strips and her belly looked like a beautiful piece of art. When he had his fill of flogging the statuesque beauty, he moved to the table for something different. Again, Kate’s eyes opened to sneak a peek.

Sawyer had enough of her unruliness. He swiftly unshackled her and hauled her into his beefy arms.  As he carried her to the spanking horse, Kate wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling smugly as if she had gotten her way. He had never felt the urge to punish a woman, but if anyone deserved it, or asked for it, it was the sexy brat known as Sam.

He gently stood her on her feet and pointed toward the bench. She stood motionless as if she didn’t really believe Sawyer would go through with it.

“I want that ass in the air, now,” he ordered with narrowed eyes.

“As you wish, Sir,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming brightly.

As Kate quickly laid her lean body over the bench, Sawyer suddenly felt like he had been had. Perhaps this is what she had wanted all along. He looked back to Dylan who was smirking and then to Isabel who was shaking her head. He motioned for Isabel who speedily moved next to him.

“Why do you call Kate, Sam?”

Tip-toeing up to his ear, she quietly answered, “I’m glad you asked. Sam stands for smart-ass masochist.”

Now it all made sense. Kate was intentionally trying to push his buttons. She wanted to be spanked and even though Sawyer felt like she deserved it, he wasn’t about to give into her petulant and manipulative ways.

His eyes darted back to Dylan and gave him a critical stare. Fucking,Young. Leave it to Dylan to make his first scene a frustrating one. Isabel stood next to Dylan and they both smiled stupidly at him, waiting for his next move.

He walked over to Kate and stood to the side of the bench. When she heard his movements, her perfect, firm ass rose in the air.

“You deserve to be spanked, there’s no doubt about it,” he spoke just loud enough for her to hear.

“I do. I’ve been a very bad girl,” she sighed.

He rested his hands on his hips and glared down at her. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Her ass lifted higher. “Yes, Sir, I would.”

“Well, then, a spanking is exactly what you’re not going to get.”

Kate’s head turned to the side and she had a look of bewilderment on her face.

“Do you know why?”

No response.

“Because it’s my decision what kind of pleasure and punishment you’ll get tonight.” Her bottom lip nearly hit the floor and he felt a sense of prevailing dominance in taking the reins. “Now, say it. Say: you alone are the master of this scene, Mr. Morrison.” He skimmed his fingers lightly over Kate’s ass. When she didn’t immediately answer, he squeezed the smooth flesh of one of her cheeks, digging his fingertips into her browned skin. “Say. It.”

Even though Sawyer’s voice was cold and exact, she squealed out and panted, but still refused to comply. She was stubborn if nothing else and he wasn’t going to put up with it. He pushed his fingers into her and pumped them in and out rapidly while alternating stimulating her clit.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Kate, and I’ll let you come,” he breathed out, husky and ragged as he continued his assault on her pussy. Several minutes later the wet sound coming from her body became louder, and as her pussy began to swell with come he felt a distinct quivering of her inner muscles. Abruptly he pulled his fingers out and clamped onto her ass.

“Oh, God…” Kate mewled with the need for release.

“No. Mr. Morrison,” he announced sternly.

When Sawyer’s fingers dug deeper yet in the flesh on her ass cheek, she gave in. “You’re the Master of this scene, Mr. Morrison.”

When he spoke again, his voice was tender, almost a murmur. “Do you want to come tonight?”

Kate nodded her head exaggeratedly.

“Speak,” he stared at her with glacial eyes.

Her eyes came up to study Sawyer’s face. “I want to come, Mr. Morrison.”

He slid two fingers back into her dripping folds. The scent of her aroused femininity was clouding his brain and his cock stiffened painfully. Easing his digits in and out little by little, he leaned into her ear and nipped her lobe. “I didn’t hear a please with that.”

Lowering her lids, she responded obediently. “Please…”

“I knew you could be a good girl if you just tried,” he cooed in her ear.

He had missed the taste of a woman. Removing his fingers, he licked them then quickly replaced them and vigorously fingered fucked her again, seeking out the spot he had been reading about for months. Sawyer was a man who believed that knowledge was power and he had not only done his homework on BDSM, but everything about a woman’s body that he could find. He had taken notes and studied for this day. He had even experimented on Sonya who was unknowing that she was his first.  He had gotten an excellent response from her and was amazed at how much he enjoyed pleasuring a woman in such a way.

When he found what he was looking for, he tugged at her G-spot, delighting in the rough patch that was making Kate practically crawl out of her skin. The real thing was far better than any picture or video.

Her eyes fluttered open and closed, and shone brightly with lust and wanting.  Her moans became louder and she thrust her ass into his palm, wanting more of the bliss that he was giving her. Sawyer pulled his hand back, leaving her uncomfortable and needy once again.

“Now beg for it,” his voice rang out with finality.

Kate thrashed her head as if fighting the urge to give into the inexperienced Dom, but when Sawyer licked the nape of her neck and nipped her shoulder blade, she gave in, her words spilling out of her fervently.

“Please, Mr. Morrison, make me come. Please, oh, God, please…” she whined, her voice shaky.

The front of Sawyer’s pants cooled with the wetness of his precum and he pushed his fingers back into her, pulling and tugging at her pussy viciously. She had given him what he had been dreaming of and he would reward her for it. Kate cried out and her body began to tremble. At the height of her orgasm, he yanked his fingers out and swiftly smacked her ass, giving her what she had wanted all along, but only when he had desired to do so, and leaving a glorious handprint on her bottom. She screamed out and almost fell off the bench from her orgasmic spasm, but Sawyer caught her and pulled her into his arms.

“Kate, my delicious, unruly Kate…” he spoke softly, his voice breaking with deep huskiness.

Her eyes focused on Sawyer’s mouth and they clouded with some undefined emotion. “Allow me to pleasure you, Master Morrison. I want to taste you, too. Please?”

Feeling satisfied with his performance, he accepted her offer of repayment for having allowed her to come and watched with contentment as she fell to her knees to work his cock with gratitude.  Any previous doubts he had about being a Dom pooled at his feet along side his pants. He was a Dom and there was no turning back.

From Grace Street

All Your Orgasms Belong to Me

The day crept by slowly, hour-by-miserable-hour ticking painfully by. She had read an entire novella on her e-book app on her phone and played mindless games until her frustration practically boiled over. It was absolutely preposterous for her to wait around for a man she knew nothing about. Okay – that wasn’t entirely true. She knew the size of his dick, which, by the way, was perfect, as well as the fact that he was good in the sack and liked deep throating her.

Elsa rolled her eyes. What a shitty list of things to know about someone. She wanted to know him more personally - more about his life; his history; his past relationships. Or did she? This was, after all, supposed to be only a ‘physical association.’

Bored to tears and perturbed that she was still unable to open the spare bedroom door despite nearly kicking it in, she lay on the now pee-free lounger and decided to pleasure herself. Post masturbation, she fell asleep and woke several hours later to Mr. Black’s signature cigarette and aftershave scent and to his fingers inside of her.

Her body writhed with need and she thrust her hips upward into his palm as her eyes flickered open. The room was dim with only Mr. Black’s silhouetted profile in view. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly while his thumb pressed down firmly on her clit. Her nethers were still over sensitized from her own manipulation, making his massaging and probing all the more intense. She fisted her own hair and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip as her climax neared. She was so close and it felt so good... The heat in her lower belly descended and turned into a cool chill when Mr. Black abruptly stood and moved to the chair without saying anything.

Elsa sat up, hot and bothered and her hormones raging. Seated on the chair, he watched her with the same look of displeasure on his face as the previous night. What had she done now? Would she never please him? Hell, she waited all damned day for him. She glanced out the bay window to see the sun barely on the horizon and rubbed her eyes.

“I waited like you said to,” she smiled tentatively at him, smoothing her skirt down over her legs.

“I see that,” he replied coolly as he dipped the same fingers that had just been in her into his mouth, licking them clean of her juices. “What else did you do today?”

She huffed, “Nothing.”

Mr. Black adjusted himself in the seat, gripping his hard-on, and shook his head. “That’s not entirely true, now is it?”

What did he want? A blow-by-blow account of her daily activities? “I ate. I read. I played a few games on my phone. I ate again. I waited.”

“And?” he prompted.

Her parted lips clamped shut. Did he know she had played with herself? Of course not. He was just guessing. Her stomach knotted and she stiffened under his accusing stare. Sitting up straight, she crossed her legs and placed her hands in her lap while remaining quiet.

Pushing himself off the chair, he began to pace back and forth in front of her, then around the chaise, his hands clasped behind his back.

“I’m disappointed in you. I had hoped we could enjoy each other’s company tonight and that I could taste that exquisite pussy of yours again, but…” he trailed off, pausing in front of the window and looking out. “Seeing as you don’t need me to get you off and you can do it yourself, I guess our time here is done. Gather your things and I’ll see you next weekend.”

Elsa’s mouth gaped open in utter disbelief. She had waited all day and for what? So he could deny her an orgasm and dismiss her because she had fingered herself? She stood, incensed and exasperated and… she couldn’t even put into coherent thoughts what she was feeling.

As her breathing became more labored and loud, he peered over his shoulder and lifted his brows. “What are you waiting for? You’re free to leave,” he replied with a finality that forbade any further discussion.

She stomped upstairs, seething more with every passing minute. She retrieved her bag and tore back downstairs to get the hell out of there when Mr. Black’s inflamed voice resonated through the hallway behind her.

“Rule number five: All your orgasms belong to me.”

From The Art of Submission

Suspended Disbelief

Then I proceed to get the suspension rig ready for her. This is where I want to take her. She sits watching me keenly; taking everything in and I can’t help but feel like she’s taking notes on how to work the equipment. Why would she be doing that?

First I place the suspension cuffs on her, explaining that they have a quick release snap on them, in case she feels panicked. Then I guide her from the bed over to the rig. I have her stand directly underneath the spreader bar and have her raise her arms up so that I can get her wrists fastened to each end. I pause briefly to gauge her reaction in case she’s having second thoughts. To my amusement, she’s staring overhead at the rig, seemingly fascinated by it. I lower the bar just low enough to meet her wrists and adjust the bar so that her wrists are about one foot apart and snap the cuffs into place. The sound of the metal on metal, the sight of Isa so ready and willing and her breath on my chest as I reach overhead to bind her, is almost more than I can take. Once she’s restrained, I look down at her and ask if she really wants to do this.

“More than you’ll ever know, Sir,” she says smiling deviously at me.

Fuck yes. I walk over to the crank and slowly turn the handle. I see her body slowly rise off the floor. I lift her just enough so that her feet are off the ground, but the balls of her feet are still touching the floor. I move in front of her and slip her socks and panties off.

“Nice socks, by the way.”  I tell her; my comment sending a smile across her face.

As I run my fingers up the inside of her thighs, she lets out a small sigh and I rub her pussy ever so lightly.

“Always so eager, aren’t you, Isa?” I ask as I feel her wetness.

Then I grab the fixed ankle spreader bar. I hold it up to Isa so she can get a good look at it. She scans it excitedly and then licks her lips. I place her ankles in the cuffs and adjust the bar to an almost uncomfortable width for her. I stand back and eye my filthy handiwork.

“You look fucking magnificent, Isa.”  I tell her.

She smiles shyly and a beautiful pink hue steals onto her cheeks. I start rubbing my cock through my pants as she watches me impatiently. Then I start to undress.

“Slower, Sir. I want to enjoy the show.” She tells me.

What the hell? Is she topping from the bottom? I’ll let it slide this time because she doesn’t know what that means and because she asked so nicely. Also, I love the look on her face right now. Giving Isa what she wants, I slow my pace and give her a show. She runs her tongue along her bottom lip and smiles lustfully at me. I move towards her, unbuttoning her shirt and opening it so that I can see her breasts. I step back away from her and instruct her to lower her head and to not speak anymore unless I give her permission.

When I move towards the rack to find a flogger, I notice the belts are gone. My Isa didn’t miss a thing when she was cleaning in here. I pick out what I want and then move behind her. I move her hair out of the way and kiss her neck. Then I bite it and suck hard.  She lets out a loud whine as I continue to suck at her neck. She tastes so damned good. Then I kneel behind her and kiss her flawless fleshy ass and bite there, too. Her skin is so soft and she smells divine. She whimpers quietly and pulls on her restraints.

“Don’t move, Isa.” I tell her.

I move around front and cup her chin and raise her face so she’s looking at me. “What did you do last night after we got off the phone?” I ask her.

She looks surprised and then looks down at the ground guiltily. That’s what I thought.

Isabel

Holy shit. How does he know what I did? No. There’s no way he can know that. Can he?

“How did you…”  I start to ask, but he cuts me off.

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

Shit. His voice is commanding and fierce. I shake my head no to his answer.

“I’m going to teach you a little lesson on self-control, Isa.” He says mischievously.

What the hell does that mean? Self-control? I’m afraid to ask.

“Until we get something more inspiring picked out, I want you to remember the safe words are red and yellow. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop because things are too intense or painful. Nod if you understand.”

So he did read the contract. I nod yes, fearful and excited of what comes next. Why is he reminding me of safe words unless he plans on taking this too far? I feel him lift tail of my shirt up and I feel the leather hit my ass and I jump from the sound. The slap is light and sends tingles up my spine, then another and another, across my bottom and down my legs. Yes. I can get used to this. It feels so damned good and naughty.  Then I briefly feel fingers inside me. I want more but he stops. When he walks around in front of me, he’s licking the fingers he just had in me. Oh my God. Did he really just do that? I feel my face heat from embarrassment.

“Why are you embarrassed, Isa? You taste outstanding,” he says in a low, seductive voice.

What a naughty boy he is.  Then he snaps the flogger on each of my breasts, the stinging sensation almost overwhelming. I close my eyes and try to contain the pain, but Dylan orders me to look at him.

“Look at me, Isa.”

I open my eyes and the vision of Dylan standing in front of me, naked with a huge hard on with my name written all over it is too much for me to take. When he licks his lips it damn near sends me over the edge.

“I want that tongue on me, Sir. Please…” I say whispered.

Dylan narrows his eyes at me and harshly tells me, “I told you not to speak unless given permission.”

He moves behind me and I feel the hard sharp snap of leather on my ass. It hurts enough to make me scream out loud. I can’t believe he just did that. I can’t believe that I’m actually turned on.

I’m still trying to talk myself out of screaming out yellow to him when he walks back in front of me, drops the flogger and starts to finger me. Yes. Thank you.

“Now you’re going to learn about self-control. I’m going to push you to the edge of an orgasm, but I want you to hold it. I don’t want you to come until I tell you to; until I give you permission. Nod if you understand,” he tells me sweetly.

He doesn’t want me to come? How am I supposed to control something like that? I can’t do that. Not the way he makes me feel and the things he does to my body. I can’t.

He suddenly lifts my face to meet him.

“Nod that you understand,” he insists that I nod in agreement, though I’m not really sure if I’ll be able to comply with his cruel demand.

Dylan

She looks confused and almost hurt at my demand, but I want her to learn to control herself and her sexual desires. I cup her chin and kiss her, trying to reassure her that she can do this.

Then I start to work her body, fingering her slowly, then fast, feeling the rigidness of her sweet spot swell to my touch. Then I begin nipping and biting her jaw line, mouth, breasts and her belly. She starts to thrash as I can feel her getting close to orgasm. Her pussy tightens and her G-spot feels full and heavy like it needs to be released, but I warn her of the consequences if she does.

“If you come without permission, Isa, you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Do you understand?”

She whimpers and whines as I kneel in front of her and start licking her delicious pussy and nibbling and pulling at her clit, and for a moment I think she’s going to break, but she doesn’t.

“Oh God, Dylan. Please… I want to come. Please… may I, Sir?” she cries out.

I almost give in to the sound of her begging so politely, but I resist.

“You can hold it, sweetheart. Just a little longer. Don’t come, Isa,” I reassure her.

She looks so fucking beautiful right now. Her eyes are closed tightly and her head is thrashing forward and back.

“I don’t want you playing with yourself without my permission. Do you understand, Isa?” I ask her harshly.

When she opens her eyes, they’re the color of wildfire.  She hesitates but I tug at her harder and her answer comes spilling out of her perfect mouth.

“Yes, I understand.” She says near tears.

“You understand what?” I want to hear her say it again.

“Sir. Yes, I understand, Sir. Please…”

I pull my fingers out and move behind her. I push myself into her dripping wet honey hole and thrust fast and hard. She starts to scream my name as I continue to ram into her. I reach around front and squeeze her breasts and bite down on her shoulder blade. Fucking hell… I don’t want to come just yet.  I move my hand down towards her clit and start working it while I squeeze her shoulder with my other hand. The sound of her ass slapping against me, the smell of sex and leather, and her loud moans are too much and I feel my come engorging me. Fuck. I lean into Isa and whisper to her.

“Come for me now, sweetheart.”  I say as I continue rapidly thrusting into her.

And like a good submissive, she comes.

From The Art of Domination

Threats & Regrets

About an hour into painting, I hear footsteps in the stairwell and look over to see Dylan watching me. He’s rubbing his eyes and yawning, and looks damned sexy in just his sleep pants. He sits on the loveseat that’s up against one of the large windows and he makes himself comfortable, not saying a word to me. He props up on one elbow and leans his head into his hand and watches me fixedly.

I wonder what he thinks when he’s watching me. I must look a mess, all black and blue, bed head and oversized T-shirt. I put my brush down and look over at him, feeling too self-conscious to continue with the painting.

“Don’t stop on account of me,” he says.

Why else would I stop?

“It’s another amazing painting. You have an uncanny way of capturing yourself on canvas.”

“Thank you. It’s almost done.”

“I think this should go in the show, too.”

“No, this one isn’t for everyone to see.” I say, feeling shy.

“Why not?”

How do I explain this is Dominant Isa? Can’t he see that?

“Because it’s Mistress Isabel?” he asks, reading my mind.

I feel my cheeks warm to his comment about Mistress Isabel again. “Yes. Only you get to see her.”

“That’s good logic. I’m not keen on anyone else seeing that side of you either.”

“Dylan, what if those videos are leaked?”

He looks distressed at my question but I can’t help but wonder what will happen.

“We’re working on finding out where the signal was sent. We can’t worry about that. Everything that can be done is being done.”

I walk over and sit on his lap and inhale his sexy scent.

“You smell so divine. Has anyone ever told you that? Wait… no. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know,” I say, keeping my nose buried in his neck.

He laughs softly and then answers me anyway. “No one has ever told me that.”

“I don’t believe you,” I tell him and start biting his tender spot near his earlobe. My left hand finds his wedding ring and I start twisting it around his long finger.  I want him in me. I want to ride him hard. I can’t take this anymore. If he tells me no one more time, I’ll go completely insane. I swear it. I’ll lose my friggin’ mind. I sit up and straddle him and reach down between his legs and grip him hard. He winces and narrows his eyes at me.

“I want you,” I demand.

“I can see that.”

Oh, brother. “I mean it, Dylan. I want you, now.”

“Yes. I can clearly see that as evidenced by your rock hard nipples,” he says casually and with no expression on his face.

To hell with this. I slap his face hard, taking him by complete surprise.

“That’s for making me wait,” I tell him.

I grab his hair and pull hard and kiss him viciously, forcing my tongue inside his mouth. I can taste his arousal. His breathing becomes rapid and I feel his cock get hard beneath me. He tries to reach up and touch me, but I grab his hands and pin them under my knees. I’m so turned on I can barely contain myself. I lean back and slap him again, more gently.

“That’s for telling me that the only things that make you happy are fucking and being in control.”

“I already told you…” he tries to interject but I put my finger up to his mouth.

“No more words. I want action. Fuck me hard or lose me forever,” I say.

His eyes burn blue hot and dilate and he clenches his jaw.

“Is that a threat?” he asks as he pulls his hands out from under my knees. He pulls my hair with one hand and grabs my jaw with the other.

Good. I hit a nerve. Maybe now I’ll get his big dick inside me.

“It’s a fact. Now fuck me,” I say more adamantly.

I can see he’s not amused but I don’t care. I want him so badly I can feel my own come threatening to leak out of every orifice in my body.  He moves at the speed of light and pushes me off of him, stands up and pulls my pants down, exposing my bare ass. I’m always amazed at how quickly he can move when he’s determined to spank me. I hear myself gasp as he pushes me over the back of the couch and brings his hand down swiftly onto my ass. I grip the back of the couch and bury my face in the cushions, trying to muffle my scream. That’ll leave a mark, I just know it. He pulls back on my hair again, lifting my face off the couch.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, do you understand?”

He spanks me hard, again and again, alternating cheeks.

“Don’t ever threaten to leave me,” he says leaning down into my ear. I feel tears threaten to break free from the welted feeling on my bottom. He turns me around and shoves me onto the love seat and pulls his pants down, exposing his massive hard-on pointing skyward.

“Suck it the way I like it this time. I don’t want any of that slow shit. I want you to do it rough or I’ll bring you to task again.”

Hell yes, I’ll give him what he wants. I jack him off rough and he moans out his approval. I lick him to get him nice and wet and then go deep. I hear myself groaning from how damned horny I am. I need him inside of me. Doesn’t he know I’m addicted to his touch and his love? I start fingering myself and Dylan pulls away from me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks with a heated look.

Crap. I forgot. I immediately stop, but the damage is already done. All I can do now is apologize.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Dylan steps just out of reach and starts stroking himself, teasing and tormenting me.

“Because you can’t seem to remember the rules, I’ll remind you. Now you can watch me make myself come, but tonight, you’ll go to bed without coming yourself.”

What the Holy bullshit?  Is he kidding me? He continues to jerk himself off, grunting and really getting into it.

“Dylan, that’s not fair!” I yell at him. I start to stand but he puts an end to it.

“Sit your ass back down and watch. Do you think it was fair to threaten me to lose you forever? Or fair that you can’t seem to remember a simple rule about not touching yourself until given permission? Did you think about my feelings when you said and did those things?”

His eyes are needy and I can see that I hurt his ego with my lack of self restraint. I guess I didn’t think about his feelings.  As much as it pisses me off, I sit back down and decide to take my punishment like a big girl.

Dylan continues stroking himself, his eyes watching me possessively. Good God, he’s beautiful. He has no idea how amazing he looks doing this to himself. Or maybe he does and that’s why he’s teasing me. His movements become more rapid as he moves his hand up and down his long shaft. He cups his balls with his other hand and I feel my face flush with need. I squeeze my thighs together trying to give myself some kind of relief and grind myself into the couch. Dylan’s eyes flick up and down my body as he notes my movements.  He hisses through his teeth and moans as he nears his finish.

“Crawl over here and spit on it for me,” he orders.

I eagerly comply. I crawl quickly to him and rise up on my knees and lube him. I sit back on my knees and continue to watch. Being this close to him I can smell his delectable scent. The sloppy sounds of his masturbation and his breathing are sending prickles of desire over my skin and down deep in my belly. I press my thighs together again, trying to satiate my aching need. I close my eyes tightly and imagine Dylan is fucking me hard.

“Open your eyes and watch,” Dylan groans out while tugging my hair.

I open my eyes just in time to see a magnificent stream of his hot come aimed at me. I open my mouth like a hungry bird and drink it up. He rubs his cock all over my face and slaps my cheek with it, for good measure, I guess, and to remind me that he’s still the boss.

“Paint that,” he retorts sarcastically.

Oh, I definitely will, and I’ll make sure it’ll be undeniable that it’s him in the painting. How will he like that? Seeing his big dick being jerked off by his own hand on a wall mural the size of Washington Park for the whole world to see? That’ll be good for his public image, won’t it?

I stand up, wipe my mouth and face and mope into the bathroom. I’m washing my face when Dylan comes walking in. He stands in the doorway watching me, but I won’t look him in the eye. I dry my face and push past him and climb the stairs to the living room with Dylan on my heels. I’m starving and horny as hell. I dig around in the refrigerator and Dylan spins me around to look at him.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Does it really matter? I’m hungry. Now leave me alone,” I pout and turn back around. I find a banana on the counter and take out a bottle of water.

“Of course it matters. I don’t want you to be angry with me. I just don’t appreciate you threatening me and disobeying the rules.”

“You already made your point,” I say with a mouthful of fruit.

“Did I?”

“Oh, for the love of dick, yes. Now leave me alone.”

“Never. If you want, I’ll fuck you now.”

The gall. I wouldn’t fuck him now if my clit was on fire and needed to be doused with nub-saving come. I roll my eyes at him.

“No thanks, we have a lifetime of fucking ahead of us,” I say mockingly.

He shrugs and starts to walk away as if it makes no difference to him one way or the other. He’s such a jackass sometimes. Before I can stop myself I throw my half-eaten banana at him and it hits him on the back of his neck.

He spins around, wipes his neck and looks down at the banana on the floor.

“Did you really just fruitally assault me?”

He thinks he’s so damned funny with his wordplay. “Considering I got cheated out of a fuck, consider yourself lucky,” I say crabbily.

Three for the Show

From Hard Candy for Christmas

Christmas Eve Delight

“I don’t understand. I thought you two had decided to move on?” Lia asked.

“No, you decided that. We weren’t really given a choice, now were we?” Dale said defensively.

“I did it to save your friendship.” Lia retorted back just as defensively.

“Well, it hasn’t done us any favors.” Nick replied.

Lia looked hurt. “I never wanted to come between you two. You have to believe that.”

“We do believe you. So we’ve decided that no matter what you decide tonight, we’re okay with it. So here we are, asking you, who do you want to be with?” Nick questioned Lia.

Lia was shocked. They were still asking her to choose? How thick were these two?

“I’m not choosing. I won’t. I can’t. I thought I made that abundantly clear. I want you both. If I can’t have you both, then I don’t want either of you,” Lia said, sniffing back tears.

Dale and Nick were astounded by her answer.

“You want us both? Both?” Dale asked.

“You can’t ask us to share you.” Nick replied.

“What do you think you’ve been doing all this time? You have been sharing me, you big dopes.” Lia rolled her eyes, stunned by their collective ignorance.

Dale cocked his head to the side and Nick scratched his chin like an old professor and Lia was reminded of the first night she met them.

“I want you both.” Lia reiterated in hopes of helping them to see her side. “I need you both.” She said more fervently.

Their eyes softened and she could see the wheels turning in their heads.

“Think how wonderful it will be. No secrets. No competition. Just the three of us together in every sense.” She was doing her best to make her case.

She saw light around them again and the wonderful smell of home drifted past her nose. They both smiled at her and she knew she had convinced them.

“I want you both right now. I think you’ve made me wait long enough. Don’t you? I’ll consider having you both at the same time an early Christmas gift.”

She looked down at both of their firmly pressed packages in their pants and could see them growing harder. Dale walked over and caressed her face and kissed her deeply. When she opened her eyes to look at Nick’s reaction, his eyes were narrowed, but not out of anger; out of pure lust. He walked over and stood behind Lia and kissed the back of her neck while he squeezed her breasts and Dale continued to kiss her mouth.

Nick pressed himself firmly into her ass and she could feel that he was fully erect. When she reached down to Dale’s cock, it, too, was completely hard.

Nick pulled Lia’s top off over her head and unbuttoned her bra. Dale bent down and sucked at them, while moving his mouth down her belly and unbuttoning her pants. He slid them down her legs and pulled her panties off. She felt Nick squeeze her ass cheeks. Dale’s hot tongue was inside of her before she had a chance to realize what was happening and almost simultaneously, she felt Nick’s hot tongue in her ass from behind.

She put her hands in her hair, feeling overwhelmed with arousal and desire. Was she dreaming? This was all too good to be true. They had hardly put up a fight at all. Perhaps because they knew it was inevitable. Nick stood up and whispered in her ear.

“I want to be inside you.”

She opened her eyes and looked down at Dale who was watching her keenly. When he heard Nick’s whispered words, he smiled and stopped licking.

“Me, too.”

Lia kicked her clothes to the side and led them both to the bedroom as they stripped along the way. When they got into the bedroom, they were both gloriously naked with erections pointing skyward.

“I guess I get two north poles for Christmas.” She told them and they both laughed out loud.

Nick approached her first and kissed her mouth deeply, pushing his tongue past her lips and swabbing her tonsils. She could hardly wait until that long delicious tongue of his was inside her ass again.

Dale lay on the bed and guided Lia over to him. He magically produced a condom and Lia wasn’t surprised at all. Leave it Dale to always be prepared for sex. Nick looked embarrassed that he didn’t have one, too, but Dale opened his other hand and smiled as he gave it to his best friend.

“I always got your back, bro.” Dale said to Nick. Nick flushed a deeper shade of red and Dale rolled his eyes and chuckled.

Lia was happy to see the two getting along so well under the current circumstances. Dale guided Lia to sit on top of him and lean forward.

“I’ll take the front if you take the back,” Dale told Nick.

Nick’s eyes gleamed with wicked insinuation.

“I’ve never done that before.” Nick admitted.

“I know. Just a word of advice, use some lube for Lia’s sake.”

Lia immediately pointed towards her night stand drawer and Nick eagerly got it out. He lubed up his finger while Lia slowly pushed herself onto his slickened digit.

“Christ, you’re tight.” Nick said breathlessly.

Dale cranked his head around Lia to watch his best friend’s joy as he played with Lia’s ass. Lia whimpered with each thrust of Nick’s finger. Then he inserted another finger and Lia’s panting got louder. She moved her hand down to Dale’s cock and started to stroke him while Nick prepared her ass. She wanted to wait and have them both enter her at the same time. It only seemed appropriate for them to have her together for the first time, at the same time.

“I’m ready now,” Lia told Nick.

He moved behind her as she laid her chest on Dale’s chest and slowly lowered herself onto Dale’s erection. Dale let out a deep sigh and pulled her down hard by her hips. Just as she felt Dale hit her cervix, she felt the fullness of Nick’s dick inside her ass. She gasped out and yelped, but then began thrusting back onto Nick and gyrating her hips into Dale’s hardness. The wet sounds filled her bedroom and the smell was intoxicating. All three of their sex mingled in the air like something otherworldly. Lia closed her eyes tightly as the pain and pleasure set every nerve in her body on fire.

Nick pulled her up and against his chest, pushing his cock to the hilt and pinching her breasts. He bit savagely into her neck while Dale dug his fingers in her fleshy curvy hips and pulled her down hard onto himself as he thrust upwards. She cried out their names as she felt near orgasm. Dale’s hand moved to her slit and he slid his thumb inside her labia where he fingered her clit vigorously.

Lia’s breathing quickened and her whimpers got louder.

“Come for us, Beautiful. Show us how beautiful you look when we both make you come.” Nick whispered in her ear and it completely unraveled her.

She screamed loudly as she came hard and fast. Her body was still quivering from her orgasm as both Nick and Dale pounded into her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the warm sensation of another orgasm filled her clit. It started slow and then built up and her body shook again with another release.

“Ah, fuck!” Nick growled deeply as he felt Lia’s tight canal clamp down on him again. He stilled and then grunted with his finish.

A moment later, Dale pulled himself up to face Lia, got a wild look in his eyes and let out a string of obscenities that shocked both Lia and Nick.

“Motherfuck, fuckity fuck, fucking hell… Jesus H. Christ!!” He yelled and then fell back onto the bed panting wildly like a rabid animal.

Lia rolled off of Dale and burst into loud laughter and Nick grabbed his stomach and hooted with laughter, as well.

From Becoming Sir

Serving Two Masters

“Are you ready for more, Angel?” he asked.

Kerian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “My, my, Mr. Morrison. I guess you weren’t lying when you said you go more than once. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit envious of your stamina. I have the stage set if you’re feeling up to scening.”

“As a matter of fact, I am feeling up to it. I saw a few things lying around in your kinky trove that I’d like to try out if you’re feeling up to sharing your expertise and guiding my hand.”

“You know how to stroke a man’s ego, Mr. Morrison! I’d be delighted!” Kerian perked up.

Gripping Ciara’s elbow, Sawyer guided her to a long table that looked like something from medieval times that could have doubled as a sacrificial alter. During the very short walk, he whispered in her ear, “I want to see you squirm, Angel; like you had me squirming just moments ago. This body of yours was built for sin and decadent pleasures, and I’m thankful you were cast out from the heavens to please me.” Her body shivered and a small moan slipped past her lips. “Are my words making you wet?” he asked, nipping the lobe of her ear as they paused at the side of the table.

“Yes, Master Morrison… so very wet.”

“If you’re a very good girl, I might taste you. Now, lie down on your back and spread those beautiful legs wide for your Masters.”

Moving quickly but with the grace of a dancer, Ciara climbed atop the table and did as she was told. Music was cued overhead to the tune of Carmina Baruna, O Fortuna. He had never been fond of classical music. It reminded him too much of the kind of upper-class pricks he would rather shove his foot up their asses than to be in their company, but the song spoke to him. Maybe it was the setting or the sight of Ciara’s willing, sweat-glistened body and everyone’s eyes on him. He couldn’t be sure exactly what it was, just that the feeling of excitement started in his toes, worked its way up to his hardened cock and settled in his brain.

He set aside several items to play with and pointed out a few others to Kerian before moving to Ciara. Leaning down, he placed his palm flat against her soft belly.

“I’m enamored with all your curves and edges, and perfect imperfections, Angel,” he quoted one of his favorite songs.

A distinct quivering was felt emanating from her core and Sawyer smiled at the way her body answered to him. He had never felt so physically attracted to any one woman in his life, ever. Not his wife, not Sonya, not even his dear Snowflake. His draw to her was entirely physical and instinctual, and came from a place of pure masculinity. It made no sense – he hardly knew her, but her submissiveness had triggered something in his brain and he couldn’t turn it off. It wasn’t only his cock doing his thinking for him but his ego, and he was well aware of it, but he wasn’t going to deny those feelings or his desires.

A low growl started in his throat and made its way past his lips when Ciara licked her lips.

“Are you ready, Mr. Morrison?” Kerian’s voice broke through his aroused trance.

Sawyer hesitantly looked away from Ciara and nodded yes. He grabbed the electro double Warternburg pinwheel that looked much like a regular double pinwheel but with an electroeroticism twist. Sawyer clicked the button and touched the prickly end of it to his index finger. He felt a jolt of electricity surge through his hand when he rolled it over the pad of his finger, causing his wrist muscles to stiffen. Yes, it would work well for his needs. He smiled down at Ciara whose eyes were glassy with anticipation.

“I’m not going to bind you because I want to see you writhing with need. Don’t disappointment me and make me resort to bondage. Can I count on you to keep your arms beside you, palms flat against the table?”

“I’ll do my very best for you, Master,” she answered with a pensive twinkle in the shadow of her eyes.

“I don’t want your best; I want your everything. Now tell me that you won’t disappointment me and don’t make me ask again,” he came back with more sternly.

Ciara cringed at the tone of his voice. “Yes, Master, I won’t disappoint you.”

Sawyer looked to Kerian. “Would you mind giving me a hand?”

“Of course. I’m always keen on helping a fellow Master engage in wicked play,” he smiled evilly.

“The Magic Wand, will you stimulate her gently while I try this out?” he gripped the pinwheel.

Kerian nodded, retrieved the Wand, and began his sweet torture of her clit.

Sawyer set the wheel on the lowest setting and glided it over her arms in short bursts before making his way up to her puckered and erect nipples. He bent down and bit into one, redirecting her focus while he turned up the power. When his mouth left her breast, he ran the barbed device over her pebbled areola. The wetness of his saliva in combination with the electricity caused Ciara to arch her back and mewl out loudly, in turn stirring Sawyer’s inner Dom. When she did so, Kerian began circling the Wand around.

Looking to Kerian, Sawyer asked, “Is she wet?”

“Deliciously so, Master Morrison,” his eyes twinkled playfully.

Focusing once again on Ciara, Sawyer spoke definitively, “Don’t you dare come without my permission. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned.

“That’s a good little slave.”

Next, he reached for the Violet Ray. It was a deceptively unassuming-looking piece of equipment. After having watched Liz and John’s demonstration, he had Googled all sorts of ways for sensual torture and this was one of the things he most wanted to try out. He looked to Kerian who was diligently working Ciara’s pussy with a fervent and concentrated look on his face.

“Teach me, Kerian.”

Kerian smiled and powered the vibrator off. Moving to the head of the table, he placed a glass tube on the end of the Violet Ray and turned it on. The loud crackling surprised Sawyer and his eyes widened with enthusiasm when a beautiful purple spark lit up the tip like that looked exactly like a mini lightning bolt.  Kerian skimmed it along Sawyer’s forearm so he could feel its effects. To his relief, it wasn’t painful. Instead, it jolt of electricity emitted elicited a hot, tingling sensation.

“Try it for yourself, Sawyer, but be mindful of where you place it. It might sound thrilling to place it on very delicate areas, like the nipples and clitoris, but it may cause oversensitivity and even pain. Unless of course that’s what you’re going for.”

No, pain wasn’t his turn-on and he was grateful for the advice. Beginning on the larger surface areas of Ciara’s body, he tested out the Ray while Kerian went back to work on her clit. He was getting a wonderful response and wondered what else could be done with the magical Tesla wand. He tried another attachment that resembled a glass comb. Cranking up the voltage, he raked the comb over her scalp, then over her hip and thighs. Ciara screamed out when he briefly touched her nipples. He liked the sound of her whimpering so much, he lowered the voltage to deliver more zaps to her breasts.

When he was finished, he massaged and kissed every part of her body that he had electrified. The experiment had only gone on for fifteen minutes or was it forever? He had no idea. Time had ground to a halt and everything around him seemed to slow down and come into crisp focus, even the music which had momentarily been drowned out by the sound of the Ray. The deep female voices rose and fell as did Ciara’s with each of Kerian’s manipulations of the vibrator. With his head cloudy with desire, he decided it was time to taste his Angel.

“Trade me places, Kerian, and fill her mouth while I taste her arousal.”

“It would be her pleasure to be taken by two Masters. Wouldn’t it, Precious?” Kerian asked Ciara, putting the vibrator aside.

“Yes… yes… my honor and pleasure,” she whined.

Sawyer moved in between her legs. Her pussy was bright pink, her labia swollen and her clit rigid from all the stimulation. Spreading her moist lips, he blew up and down slowly. His eyes darted upward to see Kerian grip his Angel underneath her armpits and drag her to the end of the table so that her head was hanging off. He unbuckled his pants, slid his cock out and stroked himself, preparing to fuck her mouth.

Sawyer readjusted himself and lay on his belly, ready to partake of the buffet laid out before him. When he heard the wet sounds of Ciara’s mouth being taken, he dove into her pussy ferociously, biting and sucking at her labia and inflamed pearl. He held her thighs firmly apart and circled his tongue around before slipping it into her. Loud gagging momentarily broke his concentration and he looked up to see the most glorious deep-throating ever taking place. He could see the bulge of Ciara’s neck as Kerian penetrated the tight-depths of her throat and precum wet the front of his pants.  He slipped two fingers into her and pumped them in and out vigorously until she nearly came undone. Slipping his hands under her ass, he tipped her pelvis upward and licked from her clit to her ass crack, his mouth resting over the hole he had fucked. He sucked at it too and poked his tongue in.  It was a dirty thing to do, but he didn’t give a fuck. He was in a room full of people who were not judging him so why should he care? He let go of all his feelings of shame and went with what his instincts told him, and what they were telling him to do was everything he had always been denied. It was cathartic and energizing and some unfathomable feeling of power surged through him.

He stood, kicked off his slacks and grabbed a nearby condom that Kerian had been kind enough to lay out for him. He spit into the palm of his hand, lubing his dick for another go at her ass. He guided the head of his dick to her anus and pushed gently until he felt her body relax. Slowly, he began pumping into her tight hole. Over and over, he slid his cock all the way out only to thrust into her again.

Doing his best to stay focused was difficult with the delicious sounds from above. Shaking his head, he glanced upward again. He couldn’t take anymore. He had to have her mouth, too. Kerian read his thoughts, disengaged from Ciara and stepped aside for him to take over. Like a well-choreographed dance, they traded positions again, only this time Kerian began to fuck Ciara while Sawyer plundered her mouth.

After snapping the rubber off, he guided his shaft past her drool-soaked lips, he held her shoulders down, pinning her to the tabletop. He pushed past her tonsils slowly, feeling the tightening of her throat around him. Other than her ass, it was the most fantastic thing he had ever felt. She didn’t flinch once and opened her throat to him unwaveringly. He propelled deeper into her throat with each thrust, pulling out on occasion to allow her to breathe and look into her eyes. Every time he did, they shared an intense physical awareness of each other, the web of attraction building with every wet, intimate, debauched moment they shared. The sweetly intoxicating musk of their bodies, sweat and sex began to overwhelm Sawyer. His heart beat wildly in his chest and his cock began to pulse in time with the music as his finish neared.  His eyes darted to Kerian who was thrusting at a frenzied pace and thumbing her clit causing Ciara to squirm uncontrollably. With everything that she was being submitted to, he was amazed that still, her hands remained palms down.

“Are you ready to come for your Masters?” Sawyer grunted.

Unable to respond verbally, Ciara lifted her hand and slapped the table.

He pulled out long enough to hear her cries of passion and gave his order. “Come, and say my name, Angel – loud and clear. Say it like I’m the only one in this room.”

“Sawyer!” she cried loudly without an ounce of hesitation.

He promptly pushed back into her, feeling his shaft hit the back of her tonsils. Two long, slow pumps later, Sawyer’s seed pulsed out and down her throat. He stumbled backward and only a few short moments later heard the loud grunt of Kerian. Wanting nothing more than to throw himself onto a bed and crawl into the fetal position and sleep for hours, he found the strength to gather Ciara into his arms and carry her to the bed with him.

“I’ll clean up…” she whispered weakly with come dripping down around her mouth.

“No, you’ve done enough this evening, my dark Angel. Rest.”

***

In Need of Attention

The mood in the room seemed to lighten and Sawyer was able to relax as Luke went to work on Claire’s body. Sawyer watched and listened closely to everything Luke was telling and showing him. On occasion he would look to Sarah who seemed to be mesmerized by the Frenchman’s skill. Claire’s entire body showed the damage of a masochist, but every one of the marks was like a finely etched tattoo, and each one told its own story. On her silky, dark mocha skin, they were nothing less than splendid.

Luke’s movements were swift and calculated, but never harsh, and Sawyer was surprised at the finesse he demonstrated with the intimidating implement.

After nearly half an hour of setting Claire’s body ablaze, Luke finished her off by slowly fucking her from behind as he held her out and away from his body as to not injure her freshly whipped back. Claire pushed her ass out to accept Luke’s lengthy shaft as he thrust into her unhurriedly, penetrating her depths over and over while softly speaking his praises to her.

Sawyer looked away as the pair’s orgasms neared and caught Sarah’s eyes on him. There was an air of meekness about her that captivated him and something in her calm manner that soothed him. They locked eyes while Claire and Luke grunted and came together, and a hot ache grew in Sawyer’s throat as Sarah’s eyes implored him for something unknown.

Luke pulled out of Claire and rid himself of his condom, then unshackled her quickly and swept her up into his sinewy arms. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her out while both he and Isabel eased her wounds with a medicinal-scented herbal salve. Luke cooed sweet French words into Claire’s ear while Isabel kissed her forehead and cradled her. Watching Isabel care so tenderly for Claire, Sawyer knew she would make a wonderful mother someday.

Luke began to suck at Claire’s nipples while Isabel watched ardently and assisted by holding Claire’s breast up for Luke. Claire wrapped an arm around Isabel’s neck, raised her head and kissed the tender spot below her chin as she ran her fingers through Isabel’s yellow curls. Isabel tilted her head downward and the two pressed their lips together, their tongues twisting together slowly.

The dazzling contrast in the two women’s skin color reminded Sawyer of hot cocoa swirling around in warm milk. It was sensual and arousing to watch the two women engage in light petting, and Sawyer wondered how Dylan felt about Isabel being so affectionate and sexual with another female. Looking over, it was clear to see that Dylan was just as turned on as he was by Isabel’s intimate gestures toward Claire as he stood at the foot of the bed, his hand gliding over the erection that was pressed into his pants.

Isabel’s eyes fluttered open and without disengaging from Claire’s mouth, her eyes shifted upward and locked into Dylan’s heated gaze.

“That’s it, Love, just like that,” Dylan gave his authorization.

Moving behind Sarah, Sawyer wrapped his arms around her thick waist and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her floral scent along with the sex still lingering in the air. He ground his erection into the small of her back and she responded by pushing back into him and accepting his touch as they looked on.

“They’re gorgeous,” Sarah stated softly.

“So are you, Snowflake. I would love to see you join them.”

Sarah turned her head to the side, her eyes expectant. “May I, Sir?”

“Go.”

Sarah turned her body to Sawyer and lifted her arms, allowing him to slip her dress up and off of her. Kneeling in front of her, Sawyer removed her pumps, and rolled each of her stockings down slowly, skimming his fingertips along the back of her legs. Just before standing, he planted a soft kiss on her panty covered mound and grinned up at her.

Wearing only her panties and corset, Sarah tiptoed to the bed and stood near, waiting for an invitation.  Claire offered her hand first, then Isabel. Luke crawled to the foot of the bed and sprawled out, resting on one elbow like a lion watching his pride of lionesses play as the three women began to touch and massage each other, all the while whispering feminine nothings in each other’s ears.

Sawyer would’ve given anything to know the words being spoken, but he was only left to his dirty imagination. His cock throbbed intensely and he was so excited, he felt as if he would implode from the sheer heat his body was putting off.  Caught up in the vision of Sarah caressing Claire’s mound and slipping her fingers in, he forgot about the other men in the room until he felt Dylan’s hand on his shoulder.

“It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?”

“Fuck, yes,” he growled.

Claire’s body rose, allowing Isabel to spread out on the bed, and she and Sarah helped her to undress. The women moved leisurely, enjoying the show they were putting on for the three men, their movements slow and purposefully teasing. Isabel lifted her hips so that Sarah could slide her thong down her smooth thighs, while Claire pulled her pale-blue, satin top over her head and removed her corset. When Isabel was fantastically naked, she looked to Dylan for consent.

“My naughty places are in need of attention, Master,” Isabel stated in a silky voice that was more of a request than a declaration.

Dylan smiled wickedly and nodded his head, his deep, thick voice filling the room when he spoke. “Let them feast on your sweet cunt, my little wench.”

Isabel’s eyes flickered keenly and she smiled as she lay back and spread her short legs wide. Claire dove in first, fingering and licking at Isabel while Sarah massaged and kissed her large breasts. Claire raised her head briefly to kiss Sarah, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths and sharing Isabel’s taste before returning to the buffet laid out before her. After several minutes, Isabel’s breathing quickened and her moans became louder. With her eyes tightly closed, she gently pushed Claire away.

Her eyes met Dylan’s. “All my orgasms belong to you, Master. Finish me?”

Dylan moved to the bed and kneeled on it, holding his hand out to Isabel. “That’s my good girl,” he smiled. She met the smile and the hand which was offered to her, and stood.

“In due time, love, but first, I have an appointment with my Mistress,” he grinned crookedly at her before leading her to the suspension rig. Handing her the whip, he bowed his head benevolently, “You’re up.”

Isabel’s eyes dilated as she pushed her shoulders back and rubbed her hand over Dylan’s rigid cock. She looked ethereal and dreamlike in the dim lighting, but fierce.

“So are you, my sweet lover.”

From Tempered by Fire: Angel Bound #1

Seeing Things Our Way

Sebastian

While they stood staring at each other, Samael’s gaze wavered and his eyes drifted toward Tatiana and it was the first sign that he was considering what Sebastian had said.

“I can show you just how pleasing and desirable Tatiana is, Sam.” Sebastian leaned down to Tatiana and raised her face so that they were looking eye-to-eye. “Show him, Tati. Show him what he’s missing out on,” he whispered seductively.

Tatiana crawled towards Samael on all fours while Sebastian led her by her hair. She would do whatever Sebastian wanted if it meant that they would be safe.

When she was in front of Samael, Tatiana rose up on her knees and began to run her hands up his thighs and over his groin. Samael shivered with her touch and tried to rebuke her, but he became erect and remained motionless.

“This is forbidden and I do not want this,” he stated halfheartedly.

Sebastian sensed Samael’s hesitation and arousal, and moved in for the kill. “Your mouth speaks of your denial, but your eyes and your body give away your want, my brother.”

“Show him, Tati. Take him into your mouth,” Sebastian ordered Tatiana sweetly, but Tatiana hesitated. Sebastian immediately yanked on Tatiana’s hair. “Am I not your Master?” he demanded harshly.

“Yes.” she squeaked out.

“Then do as I say and don’t hesitate again.”

Samael’s breath hitched when he heard the order given to Tatiana and saw how she obeyed his words. Sebastian knew at that moment, that despite Sam’s denials, he wanted to control her.

Tatiana was confused by Sebastian’s request and mildly upset that he would share her, but it was also strangely exciting and felt forbidden to take another man while her Master watched. She did not have time to think before Sebastian pushed her head down onto Samael’s large cock. She did what all her years of practice had trained her to do so well, and she began sucking and licking him, gripping him firmly with one hand and massage his ball sack with the other.

“This is forbidden and I do not want this,” Samael repeated softly again while closing his eyes tightly and slicking his tongue across his mouth. He said the words as if trying to convince himself more than Sebastian, but while he spoke them, his body moved rhythmically against Tatiana’s mouth, pushing himself deeper to the back of her throat.

Sebastian stood only inches away from his angelic brother, holding Tatiana’s hair while she suckled at Samael. He leaned down behind her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, sensing she felt betrayed.

“You still belong to me, Tati; you always will. Nothing will ever break our bond. I may share your body, but your heart and soul belong only to me,” he murmured in her ear lovingly.

Sebastian’s words gave Tatiana the reassurance that she needed and she suddenly felt empowered by her ability to control and please both of these supernatural beings. But all at once, Sebastian pulled her hair back, dragging her mouth away from Samael.

“Why did you tell her to stop?” Samael asked breathlessly and Sebastian knew that he was hooked.

“Because in order for you to make an informed decision about whether or not my Namaah is desirable, you must experience all of her.”

Sebastian motioned towards the bed to Tatiana. She moved to it, lay down and spread her long legs. Sebastian then guided Samael by his shoulders over towards her.

“Spread your legs wider, Tati, and show him how beautiful you are.” Sebastian reached over and put his fingers in Tatiana’s pussy and soaked his fingers with her juices. Then he held them up in front of Samael’s nose.

“Smell her, my brother.” He said and Samael inhaled deeply. Then he ran his wet fingers over Samael’s lips. “Now taste her.”

Samael slicked the tip of his tongue over his lips and his eyes rolled back. Sebastian moved out of the way as Samael leaned down in between Tatiana’s legs and started frantically licking her. Tatiana threw her head back and moaned.

Tatiana

Tatiana understood what Sebastian now wanted. She watched Samael lick at her and his long, thick, fumbling tongue felt good.  Her growled deeply as his tongue probed in and out of her. She held onto his head and pulled his hair hard, and when he looked up at her, she saw something she hadn’t seen in Sebastian’s eyes; evil.  While Samael continued to fuck her with his tongue and watch her, the whites of his eyes turned to black and the shape of his pupils shifted into something reptile-like.

Even though Tatiana felt fearful of Samael, she was ready to please him in any way that he wanted because it was what her Master commanded and more than anything, she wanted to please Sebastian. She stood up and pushed Samael onto the bed.  She climbed on top to straddle him, but Sebastian guided her to sit atop him in reverse position so that she was facing way from Samael and looking at him. She lowered herself onto Samael’s erect cock and began to ride him slowly. Sebastian stood in front her watching them and becoming hard and aroused. Tatiana reached over to Sebastian and pulled him close. She wanted to please them both at the same time. While Sebastian stood at the foot of the bed and in between Samael’s legs, she leaned down and took Sebastian into her mouth while she continued to ride Samael.

Something was changing and Tatiana could feel it. Things were not only changing within her, but in Sebastian and Samael as well. She could hear their thoughts faintly, as if they were being whispered in her subconscious. While she fucked and sucked them, their thoughts became clearer in her mind and she knew now what they meant by Namaah. She was no longer all human; she was part demon and she could feel the demonic blood coursing through her veins.

Samael’s hands came up to Tatiana’s hips and he began to pull her down hard onto him,  his breathing becoming ragged and shallow as he neared his finish. Sensing he was close, Tatiana gripped Sebastian tighter and sucked more fervently. She wanted to be filled with both their come at the same time.  She probed their thoughts, pacing her body and mouth to time their release together, and right on cue, they both orgasmed within seconds of each other, filling her mouth and her womb with their seed. She swallowed Sebastian’s wicked gift and then screamed in joy while both Sebastian and Samael howled like animals as their wings spread simultaneously, black against white.

She was now owned by two angelic beings, or to be more precise, two ‘in between’ beings. There was no doubt that the true Master was now Tatiana, and though her heart and soul belonged to Sebastian, her body belonged to them both.

Tatiana rolled off Sam and lay next to him while Sebastian threw himself onto the bed on her other side, their ragged breathing gradually slowing. As all three of them lay on the bed, Tatiana surrounded by two beautiful and dangerous fallen angels, she wondered what their strange erotic future would hold.

Amore Alfresco

From The Art of Control

On Display

The club is seedy and dark, as is the neighborhood. The music is loud and thumping and there are bodies intertwined and moving seductively on the dance floor. The lighting is dim and the smell and mist of cigarette smoke fills the air. Walking deeper into the crowded bar, the odor of sex, sweat and booze overwhelms me. I scan the room quickly while holding onto Dylan for dear life.

Off in the corner there are bodies seemingly swaying to the music. When the flash of the strobe lights hit their faces, I can see their orgasmic expressions and it becomes obvious to me that several of the couples are fucking. There’s a girl pinned on a wall by a man as he thrusts violently into her. What kind of club is this? No one seems to mind the sex being had in every nook and cranny of the establishment, and the din of conversation is heard underneath the blaring electronica.

Dylan guides me to a barstool and I seat myself while he orders me a dirty martini and a vodka tonic for himself. He drinks it quickly and keeps his eyes on me while I sip at my drink and continue to look around the room. I become fixated on a couple sitting at one of the tables only a few feet from us. The woman is feasting on her date’s dick in broad view of everyone as if she’s eating dinner at a social gathering. My face flushes with excitement and unexpectedly my pussy starts to throb. I glance at Dylan to see if he’s noticed and, of course, he has. He smiles deviously at me and licks his lips. His eyes are lusty and desire is seeping from every pore in his body. He takes my drink out of my hand and sets it on the bar alongside his.

Leaning into my ear, he whispers, “I’m going to have you here in front of all these people, Isa. I want everyone here to see how exquisite you look when you’re being fucked and what an obedient little wife you are when you swallow my come.”

My stomach quivers with uneasiness.

“Answer me,” he says.

“I didn’t realize that was a question,” I reply.

“It wasn’t,” he smiles, leaning into my mouth and licking my bottom lip.

I try to lean forward to nibble his tongue, but he pulls back and runs his hands up the insides of my thighs and pulls me off the stool. He kneels in front of me, reaches underneath my skirt and slips my panties off. Several people look over and I giggle nervously. He stands, slips my lingerie into his jeans pocket and kisses my forehead. Lifting me back onto the stool, he slides my skirt up while he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans. My breathing and heart rate become rapid, my eyes scanning the room anxiously.

“Tsk, tsk, Isabel. Eyes on me,” Dylan tells me, guiding me by my chin to make eye contact.

He pulls his hardened dick out of his pants and strokes it firmly with one hand and with the other, he licks his fingers and inserts them into me.

“Spread wide for me,” he orders and I lean back against the bar and open my legs for him. This feels so dirty. I close my eyes, not wanting to see the judgmental foreign eyes on me but Dylan won’t allow it.

“I told you to watch me, Isa. I won’t say it again,” Dylan scolds.

My eyes instinctively pop open to my Master’s command and I focus on his cock as he continues to stroke himself. I sense people around us shifting as several bodies hover and watch our performance. Dylan continues to ease his fingers in and out of me while his thumb presses down on my clit, making me squirm. When I’m sufficiently wet, he pulls his fingers out and sucks my juices off of them. Resting his hand on my lower tummy, he slowly guides the head of his dick into me. He eases into me and rhythmically starts fucking me at a painstakingly slow pace, teasing me and giving everyone around us a good show. I grip the sides of the stool, trying to withhold my urge to moan out for fear of embarrassment. Dylan doesn’t seem to mind at all and his grunts can be heard through the music as he slowly grinds himself into me. He pulls his cock all the way out, only to push it back in, filling me completely. The feeling of the ridge of his head meeting my entrance, only to be forcefully pushed back in makes me wet beyond belief and my juices trickle down my inner thigh.

Something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention and I make the mistake of glancing over. There’s a ghostly white man with a shock of blonde hair standing not far behind Dylan who is watching intently as he strokes his erection through his pants. I quickly look up at Dylan and feel like bolting from the bar, screaming from humiliation.  Dylan senses my apprehension and grabs my hips as if to stop me from running. His stance shifts and he rises up on his tiptoes as he pulls me in to him. He thrusts hard, hitting my G-spot. The jolt of electricity takes me by surprise and I unwillingly whimper. When I do, more people look over and our audience widens.

The attractive couple who was feasting on each other walks over and joins the crowd watching us. They start fondling and groping each other unabashedly and my arousal piques. I’m torn between feeling self-conscious and turned on. All of these eyes are on us and it would seem no one is judging us after all. As a matter of fact, they all appear to be turned on by what they see. I feel so wanton right now.

The music momentarily pauses as one song changes to another and in that brief moment of silence, the sloppy wet sounds of our fucking can be heard, along with Dylan’s moaning. He adjusts his posture again and pushes my legs apart even wider, completely exposing me to the crowd.

“Play with yourself,” he mutters just as another song comes overhead.

I move my hand to my clit and start circling my fingers around and tapping at it. I’m so aroused right now I fear what kind of flood will break loose when I get my release. Dylan angles his pelvis upward and drives into me harder with each thrust as my finish approaches. I pinch my swollen bundle of nerves, the cascade of heat and coolness burning in my loins. Closing my eyes, I get my release and scream out as I come, soaking both Dylan and me.

A man’s voice to the right of Dylan also moans out, fuck in French, while I sit quivering on the barstool.

Dylan grabs my hand and suckles my wet fingers. “On your knees,” he orders.

Dylan completely owns me and everyone here is witness to the power he exerts over me. Still trembling from my orgasm, I lower myself as gracefully as I can to the floor and I do as I’m told and stroke him hard. I run my tongue from the base of his sack up his shaft while looking into his eyes. My tongue ring hits the head of his dick and he grunts loudly and jerks. Pushing my hair out of my face, he holds it back as he guides my head up and down, occasionally forcing my head down abruptly and gagging me. Flicking and fluttering my tongue lightly over his frenulum, I hear Dylan hiss through his teeth in delight.

Dylan throws his head back and grips my hair tighter. “Yes, that’s it. Fuck me with that beautiful mouth,” he mumbles.

I close my eyes tightly and concentrate on my breathing and the sounds around us. I open my throat to his shaft as he pushes deeper into my mouth. There are hushed voices and French mutterings, some of which I can make out. I hear the words she’s beautiful and all of my previous self-consciousness dissolves as I gratify my husband.  I love him and want nothing more than to please him, and I want everyone here to see how perfect we are for each other.

The distinct pulsing of Dylan’s cock can be felt as he starts to come, but he pulls away from my mouth and I open wide and wait for his delicious gift. He jacks off into my mouth and spews a line of obscenities as I drink him up. As I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, he leans down and tilts my chin up.

“Dire mercie maître,” he tells me.

I guess he knows a little French after all. Like a good submissive, I obey his order and thank him. “Mercie, maître.”

Dylan helps me up from my knees and I quickly finish my drink while he puts himself back together. The people around us dissipate and find their next source of sexual entertainment, and I just want to get the hell out of Dodge. I practically drag Dylan out of the bar and he stops me just before we hit the doors.

“Aren’t you missing something?”

I turn to face him, not sure what he’s talking about. Pulling my panties out of his pocket, he waves them teasingly in front of me. I reach out to grab them and he pulls them just out of my reach and smiles stupidly at me. I reach for them again and he raises them above my head, taunting me with them. Oh, this is ridiculous. I narrow my eyes at him and he chuckles while he dangles and jiggles them above my head.

“Are you going to give them to me or not?” I ask.

“They’re right here. Just take them,” he teases.

I reach for them one last time and he switches hands on me and laughs loudly. Several people standing nearby start to laugh along and I lose patience with him.

“You’re so juvenile sometimes,” I say, walking out the door.

Dylan swiftly catches up and grabs my arm.

“Okay, fine. Here, take them,” he chuckles, holding them out to me at arm level.

I stand motionless, giving him stink eye.

“Just take them,” he says still smiling boyishly.

I sneak my hand up slowly and yank them out of his grip and he howls with laughter. I’m glad he’s so amused. I suddenly feel the urge to wrap my frilly pink skivvies over the top of his head and go running down the street, mooning all of the French hookers. That’ll get a laugh out of him.

I look from left to right and when I think no one is looking, I quickly slip my panties back on and smooth my skirt down over my thighs.

Dylan abruptly pulls me into his arms and buries his face in my neck.

“Thank you,” he breathes into my ear.

“For what?”

“I’ve always fantasized about fucking you in public, so thank you for that. You were perfect.”

***

Afternoon Snack

Another hour later, I’m finally able to pry Isa away from the paintings and we leave to eat some lunch. Watching her speak French is arousing me as she speaks to the waiter. Again, her mouth is captivating as it forms the strange words and I ache to be inside of her - all of her; her mouth, her ass, her pussy. Isa looks up at me and her eyes change color, signaling that Mistress Isabel is now in the house.

She asks our server, “Parlez-vous Anglais?” to which he responds, yes, in English. He leaves and Isa smiles deviously at me.

“I know that look in your eyes,” she says.

“Oh, you do?”

She nods and slides next to me in the booth, pressing herself into me and practically sitting in my lap. She runs her hand up my thigh and rubs my hardening cock through my pants, making me moan from the sensation. She unbuttons my pants, pulls my dick out and starts stroking me. I look around anxiously at the crowded room and no one seems to be paying any attention to Isa’s filthy movements as she jerks me off under the table.

“Be a good boy and come for me,” she breathes into my ear as her hand squeezes around me and moves up and down.

“Yes, Mistress,” I grunt out.

Fucking hell. I have to fight the urge to clear the table off and throw Isa down onto it and fuck my Mistress into oblivion. She licks my cheek and moans under her breath.

“Come, Dylan,” she says softly.

Her voice… that tone… fuck, fuck, fuck. I close my eyes tightly and concentrate on giving her what she wants.

We’re rudely interrupted by the waiter who brings back our drinks and appetizers, but Isa’s pace goes unchanged as she continues to stroke me, never taking her eyes off of me.

“Thank you, that’s all,” she utters to the man and he quickly retreats.

Watching her mouth move is the most God damned sexy thing ever as I imagine her pink glossed lips wrapped around my cock. I pick up a grape from the wine and cheese tray and run it along her bottom lip. She teases it with her tongue and I push it into her mouth along with my index finger. She licks, sucks and nibbles my finger as if it’s my dick and twirls her tongue over the tip. Thrusting up into her grip, her hand clamps tighter around me as she runs her thumb over the head of my cock. She speeds up her stroking motions making my finish build quickly. Shit. I’m really going to come right here in the middle of this motherfucking restaurant.

“That’s it, give it to me, Dylan,” Isa tells me as she watches my cock fixedly.

I clench my jaw trying to avoid the inevitable and Isa’s head goes down just as I spray my hot seed into her mouth. She quickly sucks me dry, then sits up nonchalantly and wipes her mouth with a napkin and sips on her wine. My eyes dart around to see if anyone has witnessed our lewd display of affection and the people around us could seemingly care less.

I put myself together and take a big gulp of wine while Isa snacks on the cheese laid out before us.

“You’re a naughty little thing, you know that?” I say to her.

She looks over at me and grins proudly.

“I have big plans for us tonight,” I tell her without explaining myself.

“Not another public scene, I hope,” she answers back with wide eyes.

“No, but that does sound like fun. Are you sure you’re not up to it?”

She shakes her head no exaggeratedly at me.

“Why not? You just jacked me off in public. What’s the difference?” I snort.

Isa blushes like a schoolgirl as though it never occurred to her that what she just did to me was scandalous.

The waiter arrives with our lunch and asks if we’ll be having dessert and Isa doesn’t miss a beat.

“My husband just gave me my dessert and I’ll be giving him his later.”

***

Owned

We come upon an upscale nightclub not far off the beaten path that has a line outside about twenty people deep.  Handing the doorman several €100 Euro notes, we’re able to slip inside ahead of everyone else. Loud heavy bass and smoke fill the air and bright strobe lights flicker on the dance floor.  The dark corners of the establishment are filled with breathtaking women and men fondling them. I order Isa a tequila shot and two shots of Irish scotch for myself with water chasers. We down our liquor and grope each other in a small booth near the dance floor.

Isa has another two shots of tequila and the effects of the alcohol on her are almost immediate. It’s as if the beverage bypasses all her organs and goes straight to her libido. She closes her eyes and starts moving rhythmically to the music, touching herself seductively by running her hands through her hair, over her lips and in her mouth as she licks the tips of her fingers.  Her hands then inch their way down her stomach and to her thighs.  Mildly inebriated Isa is a hard-on provoking sight to behold.

Unexpectedly she stands and yanks me up with her. She drags me to the dance floor and starts gyrating her round ass into my crotch. She grips my hips and pulls me close as her curvy body undulates to the music. The dance lessons have definitely helped. I’m glad I insisted on them. I only wish there was a pole in our hotel room for her to demonstrate her new-found talent. I lean down into her neck and lick her salty skin and bite her earlobe. Her hands find my hair and mine slide up her thighs and under her dress, squeezing her fleshy ass. It’s as if we’re in our own little world as we dry fuck on the dance floor and I pull Isa’s hips into my hardened dick and grind against her ass. She reaches back and grips me firmly, stroking me through my pants, and no one gives us two glances.

Hot damn, Isa is one sexy little plaything. I turn her around and crush her with my arms as I hold her close. My fist tangles in her hair and I tug hard so I have access to her throat. Isa cries out when I lick and suck at her jawline and neck with all my might. She unzips my slacks and thrusts her hand into the opening and proceeds to jack me off in the middle of the crowded room. I press my mouth onto hers and kiss her deep, forcing her to accept my tongue as I assault the wet recesses of her mouth.

“Please, please fuck me, Master,” she whines into my mouth.

I remove her hand from my pants, zip them up, and haul her to the back of the bar and into the men’s restroom, relieved that the lights are dim so no one can see the wet precome spot on the front of my pants. We find an available stall and I shove Isa into it roughly. My need to be inside Isa is so all-consuming, I swear to fucking Almighty I could cream myself right at this moment. I push her onto the toilet seat and she tears at my pants aggressively, yanking my cock out of my briefs and engulfing it in her impatient mouth.

“That’s it, pussycat, let me fuck this beautiful face,” I grunt out, holding her hair back and pushing her head down onto my engorged dick.

Isa rests her hands on my thighs and her eyes meet mine, our gaze never wavering while I deep throat her. She pulls back, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick and I thrust into her throat again making her gag, but she throats all nine inches of me like a pro. Her eyes start to water and drool runs down her chin, and she’s never looked more alluring than she does right now.

“This mouth is mine to fuck, do you hear me? All mine,” I growl as I guide her mouth up and down my shaft.

I force myself all the way to the back of her tight throat and hold her head there. Isa takes her hands off of my thighs and holds them behind her back in a submissive pose, demonstrating her total trust in me. Seeing her surrender herself to me so completely damn near makes me juice in her greedy mouth so I pull out quickly. Isa inhales deeply and sputters as she catches her breath. I jerk her off the seat, bend her over in front of me and peel her panties off, tossing them to the floor. Kneeling down behind her, I plunder her ass with my tongue and finger fuck her dripping cunt.

Voices can be heard outside the bathroom stall and several people’s shoes can be seen under our door as they try to get a look through the stall door opening at the debauchery that's taking place. Isa squeals out when I tug at her hot, swollen pearl and she reaches back and pulls my hair in response. I hope they’re enjoying the sounds of our sinful self-indulgence.

“Fuck me with that big dick already,” she pants out.

Who am I to deny my horny little submissive? I stand behind her and plunge into her, fucking her relentlessly. She rests one of her feet onto the stool and braces her hands against the sides of the stall, tilting her ass up and giving me complete access to the depths of her pussy as I slam into her over and over.

“Oh, God, please, please…” she screams out.

“Not God; Master,” I bark.

“Yes, Master. Fuck me harder!”

I spin her around, wrench her dress and bra down under her tits and bury my face in them. I bite and pluck at the tight buds of her pink nipples, then pull one of them to a point with my teeth harshly. Isa shrieks out and slaps my face hard and tugs at my hair, dragging my mouth away from her overabundant breast. My cheek blazes with heat from the brutal contact and my cock strains. My little angel likes it rough, does she?

“You want it rough, huh?” I snap, grabbing her by the jaw and shaking her face.

I smash her body against the wall of the stall and lift her high, hiking her legs over my shoulders. She locks her ankles behind my neck and I stab into her pussy again, making her screech from the depth of my penetration.

“That’s it; fuck your Master’s cock. Love it. Own it.”

“Ahh, Master. Ahh, ahh” is all Isa can stammer out with her eyes tightly shut.

I push my fingers into her mouth to shut her up and she sucks at them eagerly.  Isa’s velvet walls caress my cock, contracting and pulsating around it. I bury myself in her, filling her beyond capacity and hitting her cervix. She bites down on my fingers and lets out a muffled shriek as her body shudders and quivers with her sudden orgasm, her legs stiffening and then relaxing. She’s finished, but I’m not. I pull out of her, lower her onto the toilet seat again and fill her mouth.

“Make your owner come,” I demand.

Isa sucks at me hungrily and then laps at the area just underneath my balls while she jerks me off. I focus on her shiny rose-colored lips and the sounds of her wet sucking. It doesn’t take much and when her glistening tongue ring hits the tip of my cock, I empty myself and a thick ribbon of come jets onto her face and chest. Isa cleans me up the best she can, licking up what little of my jizz is left running down my shaft.

“You look divinely filthy, my little wench,” I tell her, taking a mental snapshot of Isa with cream pie all over her face. Bending down, I grab her panties from the floor and stand her up, gliding her panties up her legs and skimming my fingers along the backside of her thighs and clutching her ass.

Oh, My Stars & Stripes - *bonus flash fiction

Hot and sultry damp air, moisture on the skin and fireworks. Forget Christmas, to hell with Thanksgiving - July 4th has and will always be my favorite holiday of the year. Scantily clad women and men walking the streets with sparklers and punks in hand waiting to get a glimpse of light show, the smell of bottle rockets and roman candles tantalizing my senses and arousing me beyond reason. It’s tailgating season. And by tail-gating I don’t mean grilling out on the back of your truck at a football game. My version of tailgating is driving to a secluded field just within view and ear shot of the fireworks, letting your gate down, getting bent over with your skirt hiked up, your panties pulled down, the infernal summer breeze blowing on your backside while you get pounded in rhythm with the fireworks deep booming. Oh, my stars and stripes, yes. Looking up at the illuminated skyline, feeling the air crackle around you with each new bloom shot into the air while your man eases himself in and out of you… it’s something to behold.  It’s Independence day folks, the day our countrymen fought for and I celebrate it every year in true patriotic fashion – by getting fucked into oblivion and loving every minute of it. As my loins contract and my come drenches me and my man, I scream my thanks into the night for every person who fought for my freedom as the finale lights up the sky. God Bless America.

From Hard Candy for Christmas

Park Serviced

Their evening was filled with dinner, laughter, and flirting. They drove to the park to see the Christmas lights and listen to the carolers. Finding an isolated park bench, they snuggled up together. The shimmering snowflakes drifted around their heads and melted in their hair, and for the first time, Lia felt the holiday spirit. The light breeze was cool and true to Nick’s romantic nature, he pulled Lia close and buried his face in her neck to keep her warm. When he looked up at her, she gave him her best kiss-me-now eyes and was overjoyed when he responded. He put his hands into her hair and kissed her softly. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and he tasted divine. Lia grabbed his face and kissed him deeper, pushing her tongue inside his mouth and running it along the ridges of the roof of his mouth, their tongues doing a sexy dance as they twisted together.

“You’re so beautiful, Lia,” he whispered into her mouth.

He slipped his hand underneath her shirt and fondled her breasts seductively and then moved his mouth towards her neck and nibbled and sucked at her. She wanted more. She knew it was too soon to have sex... or was it? Whose rules were those anyway?

“I want you…” She breathed to him.

“I want you, too,” he said back as he unbuttoned her pants and slipped his hand inside.

His fingers found their way quickly and he slipped them inside of her. She was aroused and damp from their making out and the wet sounds coming from her body were sexy and dirty. He pushed his long fingers in and out of her, burying them deeper inside of her. His thumb found her swollen nub and Lia tried to moan out, but Nick’s mouth covered hers and captured the sound before it could leave her body.

“You taste so good, Beautiful,” he said in the sexiest voice Lia had ever heard.

She was close. She ground her body into his hand as he continued to tease her clit and within a few short moments, she got her release. She screamed out, the sound of her voice filling the cool night air.

“You look so God damned spectacular when you come. Has anyone ever told you that?” Nick asked with gleaming eyes and a sweet smile on his mouth.

“No, you’re the first.”

“I’m sure it’s not because they haven’t thought it,” he replied and Lia felt like a naughty pixie.

Bound for Pleasure

From The Art of Submission

Perfect Image

Dylan

“What else is in that cabinet?”  Her eyes are wide and inquisitive.

“Come take a look.” I can’t deny her when she looks at me like that.

She walks towards the cabinet and proceeds to go through a few of the drawers, pulling things out as I explain what they are and how they’re used.  Her cheeks glow with embarrassment at the sight of the different vibrators and plugs, and she quickly closes the drawer when faced with them, and I have to hold my laughter at the look on her face.

In particular though, she seems very interested in the different restraints like the various cuffs, bondage tape, rope, blindfolds and surprisingly the collar. My, my - Isabel does have a dark side. With her curiosity piqued, she seems to have forgotten all about the belts.

“Everything in here seems a bit… um… unused,” she says, looking around the room.

She’s right. It does need a good cleaning in here. Now I can approach her about my idea of cleaning it together and making it our own.

“Yes, it hasn’t been used in a while. I told you I’ve been out of this lifestyle for some time. I thought maybe we could… you know… clean the room together. Take out the things you don’t like. It would be like a fresh start in here, for both of us.” Fuck. I sound nervous, which I am. Where the hell is my alter ego, damn it?

“I like that idea very much, Dylan,” she says sweetly and unblinking.

Yes! Nice work, Young. She’s crookedly smiling at me and twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. Why the fuck is she doing that in here? She knows what it does to me. She picks up a blindfold and the wrist cuffs that she tried on only moments ago and holds them out to me.  What is she doing?

“Can you use these on me? Right now, please…”

Fuck yes. I’m always amazed at how quickly my cock can jump to attention at the hint of any sexual impropriety. Oh, sweet, polite little Isabel is begging to be bound and fucked? Yes, I think I can accommodate her.

Isabel

Dylan’s eyes light up and my heart leaps in my chest. Yes – take me now, Dylan, I want to scream at him.  He’s thinking about something, but he doesn’t say what. The contract maybe?  Whatever it is, it can wait; I can’t.

He takes the wrist cuffs and blindfold and we head out of the room. Not in here? Is it because of the way I reacted earlier?

“Not in here. Not yet. Let’s go to Chapel Hill,” he says playfully.

When we get into his office, he points to his large leather couch and explains that the brand of the sofa is Chapel Hill. Oh, I get it now. Very funny, Dylan. He sits down in the sofa and sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Undress for me, sweetheart.”

Holy hotness. He looks absolutely lustful saying that to me and I feel myself getting wet at his term of endearment. Damn it I love it when he calls me that. His eyelids are heavy with desire and I can barely see the blue showing through his dark lashes. I walk over and dim the lights a bit hoping he won’t mind.

“I know what you’re doing, Isabel. I’ll let it slide this time, but next time, I want the lights on so I can see you. All of you.”

Leave it to Dylan to call me out on that. I walk back over, stand in front of him and start to undress, slowly – the way he likes it. His blue hot eyes are scanning me up and down and he shifts uncomfortably on the couch. He must be hard. Good. I like him hard and waiting for me. When I’ve taken everything off except my bra and panties, he pulls me over to him and turns me around. His warm, rough hands are greedy and eager. But then he kisses me tenderly and my knees start to go weak. I love his mouth on me.  Pulling my hands behind my back, he places the wrist cuffs on me. He’s quick and skilled at doing this, and it’s obvious he’s done this way more than I care to think about.

He stands up behind me and I can feel his rigidness dig into my lower back.  I push back onto him while he slips the blindfold onto me. This is so erotic. I can’t see anything now and I can’t even move my hands.  Suddenly my other senses come alive.

My hearing becomes acute. The sound of my own heart is beating loudly in my ears and my breathing is noisy. I can hear his breathing, too, and it’s quick and shallow.  I feel him close behind me. The floor is cold underneath me and I hear the sound of the wood floor underneath our feet squeaking with our shifting movements. His large hand moves painfully slowly down the front of me, down my tummy and between my thighs. He feels so good. I can feel his breath on my neck as he starts kissing me. The vague sound of an airplane can be heard overhead outside and it only momentarily takes me out of this surreal moment, but then Dylan abruptly turns us around. He’s still behind me but I assume we’re now facing the couch. He starts to push and ease me down so I’m kneeling on it. He guides me slowly by my upper arms. He’s so strong but so gentle at the same time.

Dylan whispers in my ear, “Lie on the back of the couch, sweetheart. Chest down.”

Yes, whatever he wants. I do as he says so that my chest is on the back of the couch, my knees on the seating area. The leather is cool and unforgiving as my skin sticks to it. I rest on the back of Chapel Hill, moving my head to the side and Dylan moves my hair out of my face. How thoughtful of him. Then he pushes my knees apart and they make a loud rubbing sound as they move. All these sounds are maddening. What’s he doing now? I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants sliding down his legs, then his briefs.  I wish I could see him right now.

“Isabel, you look so beautiful in this position,” he whispers.

I don’t want to think about how vulnerable I must look right now, blindfolded, bound and with my ass pointed straight at him. I just hope he’s enjoying the view.  I don’t hear anything for a moment, just silence. Then I hear him move towards me. Yes. Here it comes. Just when I think he’s going to sink his delicious thickness into me, I feel his warm wet tongue running up the inside of my thighs and the feeling is absolutely mouth-watering. He runs his tongue along the seam of my pussy and up along my ass. His hands move to my cheeks, squeezing and spreading me open as he slips his hot tongue into my ass. He moves it in and out slowly, the wet sounds setting my nerves on edge. No one has ever done this to me before and it feels so naughty and nice. An involuntary moan slips from my mouth as I pant out his name.

Dylan’s mouth continues its journey up to my lower back, the whole time gently biting and licking.  Hot damn. What is this man doing to me? My breathing is loud and I try to control it, but it’s no use. His fingers are inside me now. He moves them in and out, slowly, torturing and persecuting me with his skilled fingers. Suddenly, his tongue again, there, just there, yes… in my ass. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I try to move around and contain the orgasmic sensation, but he immediately reprimands me and though his voice is harsh, it’s not angry.

Dylan

“Don’t move, Isabel, or I’ll spank you. Do you understand?”

There. I asked and I gave her fair warning, but how will she respond?

“Yes, Dylan.”

Perfect. Isabel never ceases to surprise me.  I stand up behind her and steady her by grabbing onto her hips as I slide myself into her. Fuck – she feels so damned good. Slowly and methodically I ease in and out of her. I place one hand on the small of her back and with the other, I reach underneath to stroke her clit. She immediately responds to my touch with whimpers and moans. Yes. I love that sound. I start to thrust harder, filling her completely.  She looks incredible taking me like this and I can’t take my eyes off my cock sliding in and out of her. Don’t come yet, Young.

With the hand that was on the small of her back, I grab in between the cuffs to steady Isabel and then slowly pull her up so she’s kneeling upright in front of me. I grab her by the back of her hair and pull back hard so that she’s leaning against me as I slam into her deeper and more forcefully. Shit. She feels so fucking good. I can feel her warm tight muscles clenching around me and I have to concentrate on not losing my shit. She’s being absolutely fucking perfect and submissive. Fuck I missed this. I keep one hand firmly in her hair and reach my other hand around her front, down her belly and back down to her clit while I bite her shoulder, repaying her bite to my neck.

“Dylan… oh… Dylan….” she stutters out softly.

Yes. I love to hear the sound of Isabel’s pained voice saying my name. I continue to work her clit knowing she’s close and so am I. The sweet sounds of our fucking are hypnotic; the wetness, the sound of her ass slapping against me, the squeaks of the leather beneath her knees… fuck yes.  Then I feel her clench almost painfully around me as she moans something incoherent and I feel her come, hot and wet. I’m so close, but I want her mouth. I pull out of her, spin her around and push her down onto the couch so she’s sitting in front of me.

“Open your mouth,” I demand.

She obeys and I immediately fill her mouth, not wanting to lose the feeling of wanting to come. I grab a fistful of her hair and guide her head.  The feeling of her mouth on me is mind-blowing.  But I want to see her amazing eyes so I tear off the blindfold and command her to look at me. She does and the sight of her tawny eyes and her lips around me are my downfall. FUCK. Without warning I come, hard and quick. I try not to move as she swallows everything I give her. When I’m finished, I fall to my knees, my muscles still contracting from my orgasm.

Holy shit, that was intense.  I’m kneeling in front of her, looking at the floor, trying to catch my breath and regain some kind of composure. When I finally look up, Isabel is watching me keenly. She’s slightly smiling, her lips and mouth still shiny and wet from my come. When I scan her body - good Lord Almighty. She has her own come all over her thighs. Fuck yes. It’s a beautiful sight. I sit back on my haunches and stare at her, taking another mental snapshot.  Talk about art. This is fucking art right here in front of me. I wish I had one ounce of talent in me so I could put this image down on canvas. To my delight, Isabel doesn’t move; she just sits waiting for me. I could sit here all day taking this image in.

From Continental Beginnings

Oh, Ms. Darcy

When lunchtime arrives, I excuse myself from the group to eat alone outside the office. Bella looks hurt, but I just want to distance myself.

While I’m out walking the streets of Naples, I spy a lingerie shop. Unable to resist, I stop in and pick out the silliest pair of panties I can find, hoping they’ll bring a smile to Bella’s face.

After the remainder of our seminar, I finally shower and make my way to Bella’s room to gather her for our company’s dinner plans. Still thinking about last night’s fuck fest, I’m feeling a mixture of anxious and frisky. When she answers her door, she’s wrapped in a robe and the smell emanating from her is more than I can withstand. Dinner can wait - my strained dick can’t.

“I’m hungry, Ms. Darcy, but not for dinner,” I say, gripping her around her waist and backing her into her room.

Dropping the box with her gift to the floor, I ravage her, tearing off the terry cloth that’s standing between me and her decadent body. She mirrors my response by ripping my jacket off me, followed by my shirt. I pick her up and toss her onto the bed and she spreads out for me, her naked body and hair still damp from her shower. I slowly remove my belt, deciding on what to do with it. Bella’s eyes round as I run the black leather through my fingers.

“Oh, Ms. Darcy… the things I’m going to do to you.”

Bella licks her lips and opens her legs, her eyelids heavy with wanting – wanting for me. Standing at the foot of the bed, I remove the condom from my back pocket and strip my pants off.

“Cross your wrists and place them on your belly,” I order as I straddle her, and she readily complies.

Pushing the belt under her and around her waist, I tighten the leather over her wrists so that she’s unable to move them or use them to resist me.

“No kicking or resisting, Ms. Darcy. It won’t be tolerated. Is that understood?”

Bella nods tensely.

“I won’t hurt you, but you will be uncomfortable. Simply state yellow if you’re getting uneasy or red if you’re unable to tolerate what I’m doing to you.”

“Yes, Mr. Pettifor,” Bella murmurs and my name whispered from on her full lips sends adrenaline surging through my blood and to my brain.

I position myself between her legs, grab a pillow and shove it underneath her lower back to give me leverage. In my excitement to get inside her, I struggle with the condom. I close my eyes, slow my breathing and steady my hands.

“Prepare yourself, Ms. Darcy, this position can be demanding,” I warn her once the rubber is finally in place. “But I believe in you and your capabilities of handling all that I intend to do to you.”

Her eyes widen and her breathing quickens with my words and it’s all I can do not to smile at the fear and excitement brimming in her eyes.

When she’s least expecting, I push her knees up to her chest and she lets out a gasp as I tilt her pelvis upwards, totally exposing her splendid pussy to me. Holding her ankles firmly with one hand, I guide my cock into her entrance and slowly ease myself into her. Once I’m completely sheathed by her cunt, I finger her clit. After only a few slow caresses, her pussy becomes drenched. The view of my cock sliding in and out of her is so magnificent, I can’t take my eyes off it. Only when I hear her lusty and pained groaning am I able to force myself to look into her eyes. She’s watching me with the same intensity she was in the meeting this afternoon, her sapphire eyes piercing right through me, reading my thoughts.

No, no, no. I don’t want this feeling. I just want to fuck her senseless, not this. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts of the overwhelming sense of need she’s instilling in me. Tilting her pelvis even further upwards, I stab into her, making her squeal out. That’s better.

“Tell me again how much you like fucking this cock,” I command.

“You know I do,” she whines.

“Louder, Ms. Darcy,” I exhale.

“Yes,” she whimpers out only slightly louder.

Pounding into her deeper and more fiercely, I demand more. “What part of louder don’t you understand, God damn it. I want to hear you scream that my cock is the only one for you,” I roar.

“God, yes… yes…” she pants out frantically.

“Not God - me and only me. Now fucking say my name before I lose all patience with you,” I snarl through gritted teeth as I lean down into her ear.

“Only you, Mr. Pettifor. Only you…” she replies stridently and out of breath, writhing underneath me as if trying to escape my brutal fucking.

I drag her by her hips back to me and push deeper yet until I meet resistance against her back wall.

“I know you’re not resisting me, are you? Because you know how I feel about that sort of behavior, don’t you?” I grunt.

She nods enthusiastically and breathlessly answers, “Yes, yes, I know the rules.”

“Yellow?” I ask, making sure she’s still up to the task.

“No, Sir. More, please,” she begs with her eyes tightly closed.

As soon as her cunt muscles start to pulsate, I push off of her and stand at the foot of the bed and stroke myself. Her eyes open and a look of bewilderment and frustration settles on her gorgeous face. Her eyebrows knit together when I remain silent to her unspoken question. When her mouth opens, I put my finger up to my mouth to shush her.

“Do. Not. Speak,” I state low and firm.

Her mouth closes and she swallows hard.

“Now, do you think you’re worthy of coming after the way you left me this morning without my permission?” I ask as I grip my shaft.

Her eyes move over my body and rest on my stroking motions, her tongue poking out and slicking her lips.

Getting irritated with her lack of response, I narrow my eyes at her and order her to respond. “You’re pushing my limits, Ms. Darcy. You know I don’t like waiting, so answer me.”

“No, I suppose I don’t,” she declares uneasily.

“Wrong answer,” I grumble.

She bites her bottom lip and writhes uncomfortably on the bed.

“I’ll permit you to try one more time before I’m forced to discipline your lack of a proper response,” I announce evenly, moving my hand over my cock faster.

She mumbles something incoherent and moans, and for a moment, I think she’s going to cry or yell, or both.

“Ms. Darcy…” I urge impatiently.

“No, I don’t deserve to come, Sir. But…”

“But what?” I ask tetchily.

“But I want you, Mr. Pettifor. Only you.”

Perfect. “That’s my good little pet.”

Climbing back on top of her, I spread her legs as wide as I can push them and thrust into her, my grunting and heavy breathing drowning out Bella’s moaning. I push further and further, delighting in the expression on Bella’s face. When her muscles begin to contract around my shaft at a frenzied pace, I’m unable to stop myself from coming.

I quickly pull out, the condom still around me and I dive into her pussy, trying to force an orgasm out of her. Pushing my fingers inside of her, I find her ridge and tug at it while I suck at her swollen pearl. She shrieks and thrashes momentarily before she releases and then stills. When I look up at her, her hair is a mess around her face and her breathing is ragged, and she’s a vision to behold – an image of sheer splendor. Once again she looks exhaustively fucked, just as she should.

I wobbly stand to my feet and remove the condom, then the belt around my beautifully dutiful princess. She remains motionless, her eyes watching my movements fixedly as her breathing gradually slows. The red marks left on her skin are impressive, as was her performance.

I make a fast trip to the bathroom to gather a wet washcloth to clean us both and when I return, Bella is curled up on her left side, sleeping soundly. Not wanting to wake her, I dim the lights, spoon up behind her and pull her close against my chest. Fuck dinner plans. I just want to lie like this until the sun comes up.

Nuzzling my nose into her still damp hair, she smells of Bella, sweat, sex, and me. The combination is intoxicating and invigorating. I nip her neck and suck at it possessively thinking about my smell lingering on her skin and she whimpers softly.

“Yes, Mr. Pettifor,” she sighs, talking in her sleep.

“Yes, Bella, dream only of me my princess, only me,” I say softly in her ear, knowing she won’t remember a word I’ve said.

I close my eyes, lulled by the sound of my own heart beating, her slow and deep breathing, and the pounding of her heart against the palm of my hand. And there it is again – that feeling. I try to resist it, but it’s too late.

I’m falling, falling, falling deeper…

From The Art of Control

Yes, Mistress

Dylan

“I love you,” I whisper, not being able to hide my desire for her.

Isa’s smile fades and her eyes change color. Fuck yes. I know this look all too well.

Isabel

“Prove it,” I whisper.

Without hesitation, he slowly lowers himself to his knees and looks down at his hands resting on his thighs. My dear, sweet, occasionally submissive husband. God, I love this man. I raise his face and stare into eyes that are burning true blue.

“Lick me,” I command.

He reaches underneath my apron and unbuttons my pants and removes them, along with my panties. I lift one of my legs and rest my foot on his shoulder. Pushing me back against the counter, he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue finds its way and probes deep inside of me. Oh, that magical tongue and the things it does to me. He licks and sucks, sucks and nibbles and tongue fucks me like a champion. Grabbing the back of his head, I thrust into his face, smothering him. When he starts to get breathless, I pull back and allow him to catch his breath and recover. His face is shiny with my juices and I damn near come undone at the sight of my beautiful husband with a face full of my arousal. Eagerly, he pulls me forward and continues his attempt to devour me. I thrust towards him, over and over until he again becomes breathless

Stepping back from him, he asks, “What next?”

I pull him up and he kicks his pants off. Holding onto his dick like a leash, I lead him up the stairs to the dungeon. Once inside, I lean against the bed post and give my order.

“Undress for me.”

He slowly unknots his tie and drops it to the floor. Next, his nimble fingers unbutton his shirt. He takes his jacket off, then his shirt and he tosses them to the side. The room is silent except for our breathing and the cascading sounds of his clothing dropping to the floor. Oh, the sweet torture of watching my gorgeous Master undress is a sight to behold.

Finally, he removes his undershirt and stands fantastically naked in front of me, his cock ring glinting in the romantic dim light of the chandelier. Walking over to him, I stand directly in front of him and run my fingers through the soft, dark patch of hair below his navel, twirling my fingers in it and watching his mouth. His lips part and he exhales slowly. I move my hand down to his shaft and stroke it gently, then caress his sack. I abruptly squeeze it and Dylan winces in pain and hisses through his teeth.

“These belong to me,” I tell him.

He closes his eyes tightly, throwing his head back and continuing to hiss as I squeeze tighter.

“Say it, Dylan.”

“Yes…” he breathes out.

I squeeze firmer yet. “Yes, what?” I ask more sternly.

His eyes open and his fiery gaze meets mine. “Yes, Mistress, these balls belong to you,” he grunts out.

Easing my grip on him, he exhales slowly and his body relaxes.

“Now undress me,” I request politely.

Dylan reaches behind me and unties the apron strings from around my neck as he leans down into me. Then he reaches behind me and unties the strings from around my waist. His slow movements are sheer torture, but it’s a sensual game I enjoy thoroughly. He slips my shirt off over my head and smiles when he sees I’m not wearing a bra. His warm rough hands brush my skin delicately as they move around front of me. Running his thumbs over my nipples, I step away from him.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” I ask.

His hands drop to his sides and he looks bemused.

“Move to the cross,” I tell him. I have yet to shackle him there and I’ve been patiently biding my time, waiting for the right moment.

Dylan’s eyebrows furrow as he internally struggles with my command. His stance shifts slightly and I become impatient with him.

“What are you waiting for?” I say melodically. I’ve learned that in Domme mode, I get a much better response when using sensual domination as opposed to austerity, and when I ply Dylan with soothing commands as opposed to severe ones.

To my joy, he blinks rapidly and looks apologetic. I know just how to get the most out of my submissive Dominant. He slowly moves in front of the cross and stands motionless, facing away from me. When he turns around, his forehead is creased again. Realizing that I need to act promptly before he changes his mind, I back him up against the cross, push his legs apart and swiftly cuff his ankles in place. Next, I grab his left wrist and raise it to bind him. He’s a good head taller than me and I have to tiptoe to reach the cuff. When I look at Dylan, the corners of his mouth are lifted in a small smile as he watches me labor to shackle him. This Mistress isn’t having any of that.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I tell him, “I’d wipe that look off my face if I were you.”

Dazed by my unwavering domination, he blinks rapidly again, his contrite eyes peering at me through his dark thick lashes.

I move to his other wrist and cuff it, too, and step back to eye my handy work. I think perhaps we’ll try a little edging tonight. I’ll bring him near orgasm time and time again, only to deny him until I see fit to allow him to come. Yes, that sounds fantastic.

Dropping to my knees, I lick and stroke him the way I know he likes it. He starts to groan and tense up, and just as he does, I stand and back away from him. His tightly closed eyes open, confusion settling on his face. When his breathing slows, I move in front of him again and stroke him, slow at first and gradually speeding up. When I look down at his beautiful cock, a small amount of precome is dripping down his dick. I smear it around the head of his cock with my thumb and then lick it off my finger. Dylan’s mouth twitches with my action and his tongue slicks over his lips. I stroke him again and when his body reacts to my touch, I abruptly stop and step away from him. His eyes narrow at me in frustration and he growls through clenched teeth.

“Do you want to come?” I ask him teasingly.

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers.

“You’ll come when I’m good and ready. Do you understand?”

Dylan’s eyes move from my mouth to my eyes and back, but he does answer. I’m driving him insane, the same way he does me and I love it. I’m in control right now and I love it. I call the shots right now and I fucking love it. When my question still goes unanswered, I move in close to him and run my nails down his chest, grazing him and leaving a red trail of claw marks.

“Answer me, Sir,” I prod gently as I lean into his neck and purr. I’m in control right now, but the wordplay of calling him Sir and playing kitty will hopefully elicit a delicious response from him. And it does. His eyes roll back and he answers dutifully.

“Yes, Mistress, I understand,” he pants out.

Jacking him off again, I bring him to the brink of release, only to deny him. He squirms uncomfortably against the cross, his wrists wrenching and tugging against his restraints, but he remains submissive for me. He has to know what this does to me. I want him to know what he does to me when he’s like this.

I tiptoe into his ear and breathe out praises. “You’re so gorgeous like this, Sir. You have no idea what it does to me to see you like this. I love you so much, Dylan. There’s no one else for me,” I whisper and nip his ear.

“Oh, Isa…” he sighs out.

From This Love’s Not for Sale

Cross Examined

Lilliana

The prolonged anticipation of being in the small room alone with Tucker was almost unbearable, and Lilliana squirmed uncomfortably against the wooden cross. Ruined… it was a powerful word. Is that what she truly wanted to be? Tucker’s stare was bold and confident as he assessed her frankly. His gaze raked over her face and dropped from her eyes to her mouth to her breasts as he took in every needy and tingling inch of her. Hell, yes, she wanted Tucker to wreck her. It was as if Tucker had unlocked some deep dark part of her soul that she didn’t know existed as she stood waiting for whatever it was he wanted to do to her body.

Tucker moved to the wall of belts and pulled down a short-length, black flogger. The handle was braided decoratively and the leather looked soft, supple, and had the appearance of being worn. He looped the end of the handle over his wrist and swung it in small circles as he stalked toward Lilliana. The air around Tucker crackled with sexual electricity, and when Tucker spoke, Lilliana’s heart lurched into her throat and her breath left her.

“Whatever shall I do with you, Lilliana Norris? You’ve been such a naughty girl, perhaps now I should teach you how to hold that sharp tongue of yours. Would you like that?”

Lilliana’s mouth became parched and she could barely speak, and her body suddenly felt heavy and warm. She nodded slowly.

“Say it, Lilly. Say you’ve been a bad girl and deserve to be punished.”

Tucker’s brown eyes became pitch black and a shiver ran down Lilliana’s spine. Who the hell was this man? It certainly wasn’t the same Tucker she had been with the previous weekend. Yes, he had the same confident aura and alluring authority, but the Tucker standing before her was his deliciously wicked and frighteningly naughty doppelganger. Lilliana’s heartbeat throbbed in her ears and her eyes were riveted to his mouth.

“I’m waiting, pet, and you know how I feel about that… don’t you?” Tucker’s voice dropped an octave.

“Yes, Tuck. I’ve been a very naughty girl,” Lilliana was finally able to say in a fragile and timid whisper.

Tucker lifted his right brow at her mischievously. “And?”

Was he really going to make her say it? Tucker glided over to Lilliana and swished the flogger lightly over the tops of her thighs. Lilliana became startled at the motion even though there was no pain involved.

Tucker’s voice was low, thick and uncompromising when he spoke his command. “Say. It.”

Recovering from her unwarranted panic, Lilliana answered almost inaudibly, “I deserve to be punished.”

Tucker intuited Lilliana’s anxiety and gave her a smile that warmed her insides, and she knew at that moment that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

“I’m not a violent man nor am I sadist, Lilly, and I’ll never punish you in anger, so put your mind at ease. You’ll only experience your first time once, so relax and soak up all the sensations you’re about to feel.”

Lilliana tried to rein in her nervous energy but it was a futile effort. She was too tense. The bindings on her wrists were so loose-fitting that her hands kept slipping out due to the dampness of her sweat. It had been a polite and welcome gesture that Tucker had allowed them to be that way, but they were proving ineffective and Lilliana wanted to experience true restraint.

Just as Tucker began to load some music on the stereo, she made her simple request.

“Tuck?”

Tucker turned his head, looking over his shoulder at her.

“Can you tighten these, please?”

Facing Lilliana, Tucker’s mouth parted and his eyes flared, and Lilliana knew she had spoken exactly what he wanted to hear. Approaching her slowly and deliberately, Tucker adjusted the leather cuffs to a comfortable yet snug fit. His breath fluttered past her cheeks as his hands moved skillfully and quickly.

Stepping back, Tucker inspected his handiwork. “That’s much better and more suited for a disobedient little thing such as yourself. Now there’s nowhere for you to run, is there?” he winked waywardly.

Lilliana’s eyes rounded, her pulse skittered, and she suddenly felt like Little Red Riding Hood who had been tricked by the Big Bag Wolf.

Lilliana closed her eyes and let the sounds of Ellie Goulding, Lights, penetrate her senses and drown out the sounds of her own heart ringing in her ears. She began to drift when the sudden sting of leather seared across her belly. She hadn’t been prepared for it and shrieked from surprise. Her eyes popped open and she looked down at her belly expecting to see blood spewing in all directions, but was pleased to see only faint pink stripes as a remnant of what had just happened. The skin warmed and tingled, and moved down to her groin.

“That was for accusing me of wanting you for only a booty call.” One side of Tucker’s mouth lifted in a roguish smile. “These next swats are just for pleasure.”

Tucker brought the flogger up again and began a barrage of light flicks on her upper thighs, reddening her flesh. Lilliana twisted and churned her body against the wood as she tried to adjust to the slightly painful heat emanating from her upper legs. Her arousal was piquing and her breathing and heart rate sped up.

“Deep breaths, Lilly; slow it down. Listen to the sound of your heart beating and try and focus on something, like my eyes or mouth. Watch them,” Tucker instructed.

Lilliana did exactly as she was told and when she did, it was as if time grinded to a halt as she immersed herself in the scene. The leather flashed over her body – her stomach, thighs and breasts, over and over. After several minutes a strange sensation she was unfamiliar with wrapped itself around her like a warm blanket, and her body felt weightless and as if she was floating on a cloud.

Tucker dropped the flogger to the floor and began to massage and knead her breasts as he kissed and sucked at her neck, bringing the blood to the surface. Lilliana’s skin was over-sensitized and she writhed uncomfortably against Tucker’s assuage.

Suddenly Lilliana’s arousal turned to icy fear as she teetered on the edge of losing control. Tucker’s smell, contact and nearness were overpowering all her senses as she drifted in and out of reality. She didn’t know what was happening to her. She wanted more of his touch, more of the fire he was kindling in her, and more of the thunderous wanting he had awakened within her, but her breathing became erratic and her pulse slammed in her veins as panic twisted itself around her heart. The invisible cloud that she had been floating on faded and her mind and body went into freefall.

“I’m falling!” Lilliana cried loudly as she wrenched against the leather cuffs, trying to free herself.

Tucker’s fingers laced with Lilliana’s and he smashed her with the weight of his body against the cross.

“I’ll catch you, Lilly,” Tucker calmly breathed into her ear. “Let yourself go. Let it all go and fly, pet. Fly…”

He slid two fingers into her wet depths and leisurely eased them in and out. Her mind struggled with what was happening to her, but she drank in the comfort of his closeness. Tucker paused to slide on a condom, then returned to her mouth to dip his tongue inside and whisper his adoration for every inch of her body.

He began assaulting her pussy again more fervently with his shaft, and the warm feeling of an orgasm began to fill her lower belly. He intertwined his fingers with Lilliana’s again and he ground into her. His breath was hot and ragged as he leaned into Lilliana’s ear. A glistening layer of sweat slicked both their bodies as they fucked intensely, and Lilliana licked the crook of his ear, wanting to taste his salty skin. Her whimpering cries sounded foreign to her ears and after only a few minutes, all her blood surged to her pussy as warm and cold chills signaled her release. Lilliana unconsciously arched into Tucker as her body began to explode with fiery sensations.

“Can you feel how right we are for each other, Lilly?”

Lilliana thrashed her head in denial. No, she wouldn’t admit it. Not to Tucker and not to herself.

“Stop denying this thing between us. It’s real, it’s tangible, and undeniable. We belong together.”

Tucker thrust fiercely into Lilliana, mercilessly, trying to force an admission out of her.

“No,” Lilliana choked out.

“You’re bound and at my mercy, and still you’re fucking obstinate. What am I going to do with you, Lilliana?”

Tucker pulled out of her and kneeled in front of her. He thrust his fingers into her and relentlessly began to finger her swollen G-spot. Lilliana shouted random words and thrust her hips forward instinctively. Smothering her clit with his mouth, Tucker sucked at it viciously and rolled it between his teeth. Lilliana began to float up above herself as her body heated to an unbearable temperature and she screamed, ear-piercingly loud.

“Say my name. Scream it for the neighbors to hear. Tell the world how right we are for each other,” Tucker demanded, his voice muffled against her pussy.

“Tuck…er!” Her voice cracked as her body shuddered against Tucker’s embrace and she came, soaking the front of Tucker’s chest. Lilliana closed her eyes and flew high up and far away to some other place.

Tucker stood again and buried his cock deep inside of her. His rhythm increased briefly, and he suddenly stilled, grunted and clasped Lilliana’s hands tightly as he came.

A deep sigh of elation escaped Lilliana’s lips, and her body went limp and began its descent. Tucker had broken through her walls and left her bare and defenseless, but still… she had never felt so free. She soared to an even greater height than before and to a place that she never knew existed.

Tucker had kept his word: He had ruined her - utterly and totally. No other man would suffice and she both adored and hated him for it. What if things didn’t work out? Then what?

The effects of Tucker’s gentle savagery had left her an emotional mess as her body shook uncontrollably. Now, wondering if this thing with Tucker would last was too much of a strain on her fragile psyche. It sent her over the edge and she broke down completely, crying, sobbing and wailing as the tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.

Tucker unshackled her and lifted her into his arms. Holding her so close, he squeezed the breath out her.

“Let it all out, Lilly,” he whispered in her ear.

She had no choice to but let it all go. Everything Adam had ever done to her and the way he made her feel self-conscious and defensive was erased by Tucker’s strong hands and overpowering touch. Tucker made it all go away. Lilliana knew that if Tucker broke her heart, too, she would never recover.

“Don’t leave me,” she choked out, trying to stifle her cries.

Tucker

Lilliana was still coming down from her post-sex high and Tucker knew she didn’t realize what she was saying. Still, at that moment, his heart beat only for her. He was too emotion-filled to reply back, so he simply carried her the distance back to his bed. She hid her face in his neck as her cries slowly died down. His legs were weak and he just wanted to lie next to her and hold her close, but he managed to get to the restroom to retrieve some wet washcloths to clean them both up. When he returned to Lilliana she was propped up against his headboard, her knees pulled up to her chest.

“I’m sorry I said that,” she stated softly with only her eyes peering out at him.

Tucker gently wiped her tear streaked cheeks clean. Next, he pushed her legs apart and cleaned in between her legs. When he was finished, he laid her back down and pulled the bed sheet up over her, and finally addressed her.

“That kind of intense bonding brings out the sort of feelings we normally hide, so don’t ever be sorry for what you say in that room. I like it when your walls come down; it shows me who you really are.”

Lilliana was pensive and quiet for several minutes. Her eyes drifted off and she stared at the bedroom lights before finally speaking. Her voice was soft and delicate, and her eyes came into sharp focus on Tucker’s face.

“That was some powerful shit. Like mind and pussy-numbing, fuckilepsy inducing, reproductive organ-exploding powerful. You really are some kind of flogger wielding sex God.”

And just like that, unfiltered, witty and sarcastic Lilly was back.

A Taste for the Taboo

From The Art of Domination

Filled to Maximum Capacity

I move to the swing as he ordered and seat myself in it. I lean back into it and he tips it back so that my head is lower than my torso. He saddles my feet in the stirrups and fastens them in tightly. Then he spreads my legs beyond a comfortable position, fully exposing myself to him. He moves to my arms and straps them in above my head and apart.  Dylan brings the swing up waist level for him and his hard-on is now in full force. He reaches down and picks up the cat o’nine tails that he took down from the wall and a large dildo. He’s never used either of those on me before and I’m shaken to see them in his hands.

“Do you fully intend to go through with this no limits bullshit?” he asks me.

Now’s my chance to back out, but I know that’s what Dylan is expecting me to do. I want to show him that I can do this for him; if it’s what he really wants and needs. I can be just as good as Erika and I’ll prove that to him. I can do this. I can do this, I repeat over and over, trying to convince myself that I really can.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, but my shaky voice betrays my doubtfulness.  I bite down on my bottom lip trying to control its quivering. Dylan’s eyes flick to my mouth and he frowns and blinks hard, leaving his eyes closed for just a moment.

“You don’t have to do this, Isabel.”

“Yes, Sir, I do. I want what you want,” I say to him. He can deny to me all he wants that he doesn’t desire this, but I know Dylan and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he does. He yearns for this kind of control. Erika showing up in our lives has shown me that. I love him.  I want this for Dylan just as much as I want this for myself. I want to prove to him and to myself that I can be the submissive that he wants; that he needs. I can do this. I can do this.

Dylan sets the items back down momentarily while he puts some music on the stereo. It’s loud and hard, with a bass that booms deep in my belly. He turns it up louder and moves back in front of the swing. He picks up the cat and stands in front of me. Dylan closes his eyes and swivels his neck around and cracks it. When he opens his eyes – he looks fierce and magnetic. I concentrate on his eyes and how hypnotic he looks when he’s in complete control.  His eyes dilate and his skilled tongue slicks across his lips. I can do this.

Swiftly and without warning, he brings the cat down across my stomach. The sensation sends embers of pain throughout my body. I wince and scream out unintentionally.  I close my eyes and bite down on my lip again. Dylan brings the cat down again, over my thighs and calves with short flicking motions, over and over, then followed by a hard snap across my crotch. I scream out again as the pain shocks my system. It feels amazing, excruciating and delicious and I feel my pussy get wet. I open my eyes again and Dylan is watching me fixedly. He leans down and spits on my already wet slit and then slowly inserts the massive dildo. I contract down on it, feeling my nerves kicking in.

He moves it in and out slowly in an upward motion that hits lady G unexpectedly and I flinch from the intensity. My breathing becomes shallow and rapid as he works it in and out of me, going deeper and hitting my cervix. The pain is overwhelming. Maybe I really can’t do this.

I look down at Dylan’s hard-on and a small amount of precome has started to trickle down his shaft. I want it. I feel as though I’m about to come when the dildo is abruptly removed and the cat is brought down hard again across my clit. I scream out again, even louder, but my voice is drowned out by the loud heavy rock music. What song is this? I like it. It’s sexy fucking music whatever it is. I concentrate on the words and how damned gorgeous my husband is. Yes. He’s my husband. He’s mine forever, I remind myself. Fuck Erika. He’s mine. Only I can give him what he needs now.

Again, the cat comes down harshly and I shriek. Dylan walks over to the tallboy and gets the lube out. Then he starts fucking me with the dildo again while he lubes up my ass. Oh, hell. He doesn’t really plan on doing that, does he?

Yes, he does. After loosening up my ass with his fingers, he slowly pushes his hard dick into it while he still moves the dildo in and out of my pussy.

Holy double stuff. I can do this. I can do this. I feel full and uncomfortable and start to wriggle my ass around, but with his free hand, he grips my hip bone and squeezes hard, effectively stopping my movements. He pushes deeper into my ass and I hear myself moaning out something unintelligible. I’m on the verge of coming and crying, and his free hand moves up to my clit. Oh my God. I can’t take this. He’s hitting my cervix with the dildo and the pain is intensifying beyond anything I anticipated, but the sweet pleasure in my bottom and my clit are balancing out the pain in an unexpected way.

“Do you like this, Isa? Do you really like this?”

I can’t lie to him. “Yes, yes, Sir,” I squeal out like an oversexed little slut. Again, just as I’m about to come, he pulls out of me completely, both with his dick and the dildo, and reaches for the cat. I’m squirming from my need for release and I start to beg.

“Please, Master. Please…”

Dylan smiles wickedly and brings the cat down forcefully and hard one last time over my pussy. The leather hits my clit and with that, I come hard, with a fantastically glorious spray like a waterfall releasing from me. I’m shaking and quivering from my post orgasmic state when Dylan moves to my head, tips the swing down further and thrusts into my mouth.

This time I concentrate on breathing. I’m still gagging at how deep he’s going, but I don’t mind this time. This is dirty and I love it. He’s holding onto the swing and pushing himself deeper into the back of my throat, pulling out occasionally to let me catch my breath. I’m drooling on myself and I don’t care. Fuck embarrassment and self-consciousness right now. This is what he wants. When he looks down at me, he looks 100% bad ass. Again, he thrusts into my mouth. After several pumps, he pulls out.

“Open your mouth, love,” he orders.

He strokes himself into my open mouth, watching me possessively as I drink up his warm come. When he’s done, I lick my lips, not wanting to waste any of it. He sinks to his knees and kisses me while I’m still upside down.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispers in my mouth.

“Whatever you want, Sir.”

***

No Safewords

Dylan

“So you like to cause pain. So what? If that’s what you want to do to me, then do it. You can do anything you want to me, Dylan. Anything. Because I love you; because you’re my Husband; my Sir; my Master; and because you own me completely.”

Damn. Her voice is smooth as butter and with her final words she licks her full lips and my sex drive shifts into full throttle. This woman has no idea what her words do to me or what she does to me.  Or what I would do to keep her. I’ll never ever get used to her being in my head and knowing exactly what I want and need to hear.  I can do anything I want to her, huh? It turns out I didn’t give Isa enough credit. She may regret saying that, but I look forward to the challenge.

I reach over and call for room service and order us some food.  When I hang up I tell her, “You’ll need your energy for what I have planned for the rest of the night.”

Her eyes widen with anticipation and she watches my mouth intently.

“What do you have planned?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. When the food arrives, I want you to answer the door naked,” I tell her. The anything starts now and I want to see her uncomfortable. Her head is lying in my lap and I’m still holding her.

“You have to be kid…” Isa starts in, but I immediately put my hand up to her mouth to shut her up.

“Do as you’re told.”

Her eyes narrow at me. Hell no, she doesn’t. “I mean it, Isa. I don’t want any of your attitude tonight so get that look off your face or I’ll make the rest of the night very uncomfortable for you.”

She immediately looks apologetic and tries to smile at me. “Yes, Sir, but do you really want me to answer the door naked?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Now go wait by the door on your knees while I get things ready.”

Isa hesitates, but then she slowly gets up and starts walking towards the door. She stops, looks back at me as if waiting for me to change my mind. I hear that damned clicking of her tongue ring on her teeth and I narrow my eyes at her.

“What did I tell you about that?”

She immediately stops and then gets on her knees in front of the door. I walk over to the dining room table, clean it off from our previous activities and set out some things.  It’s not long before room service arrives. I look over and Isa is slowly getting up and then stands at the door and starts twirling her hair between her fingers. She’s obviously nervous. I love it. I stand back and watch to see her reaction. Room service knocks again, but she still stands completely still, not answering the door.

“Isabel Young, answer the door.” I tell her loudly. She jumps and then looks back at me momentarily.

“But Dylan, please…”

I pick up the whip that I brought along and snap it loudly on the table and it startles her enough that she grabs the door knob. I snap the whip one more time and she responds appropriately by slowly opening the door.

I’m happy to see that it’s a man who brought the food up to us. I’m standing where he can’t see me, but I doubt even if he could he would look anywhere but at Isa. His eyes widen and he stutters something out. Isa is looking down at the floor and she’s maniacally twirling her hair between her fingers. The man flushes red, but his eyes move up and down Isa’s body and I feel blood rush to my cock and I harden. That’s right… look at her - she’s all mine. I can just imagine the color of Isa’s face right now; it’s probably something the shade of blood red.

The man nervously hands over the tray of food to Isa and she quickly grabs it, thanks him and slams the door. She brings the food over to the table and slams it down and gives me the most evil look ever. She’s beet red, just like I knew she would be, and her mouth opens to stay something, but I snap the whip down on the table again, effectively silencing her.

“What was it you were going to say?”

Isa quickly looks down at the floor. “Nothing, Sir.”

I move the tray of food out of the way and instruct her to lay down on it. She looks confused so I lead her over and help her onto the table.

“Lie on your back and be still while I eat.”

Isabel

I’m starving and the enticing smell of the food is making my stomach growl loudly.  I jump when I feel hot roast beef plopped onto my belly.  The heat is searing and painfully uncomfortable.

“What are you doing?” I ask when Dylan pokes my thigh with a fork.

“Quiet. Tables don’t speak.”

What the hell? My mouth is starting to water from the smell of the meat and vegetables. Dylan puts the vegetables on my chest and the desert on my vagina. Gee, how appropriate.

This is absolutely absurd. I’m tempted to fling the food off and slap the hell out of him with the hot roast beef, but I know better. The way he’s acting, he would probably tie me down and flog me seven ways until Sunday.

Next Dylan pours gravy over my breasts and slaps butter on my thighs. I’m doing my best to lie absolutely still but I feel like a complete jackass. He cuts into the roast beef and the knife blade skims my belly and I wince from the pain. That seriously hurt. He dips the roast beef into the gravy on my breasts, sliding across and around my nipple and my nipples instantly harden and pucker to his touch and from the heat of the food.  He eats the forkful of food as if eating food off of a person is commonplace and the look on his face remains stoic.  He cuts another piece of meat, this time cutting deeper and grazing the knife on my belly once again.  I’m so damned hungry. To my delight, he places the food to my lips, lifts my head and I eagerly eat it.

He takes a forkful of vegetables, poking me harshly, dips it in the butter on my thighs and then eats it. He feeds me the next bite and this is how our dinner continues; one bite for him, one bite for me.  When we’re finished and all the food is gone, he climbs up on the table and licks every last bit of food off of me and it feels divine. His tongue soothes my tender and burnt belly and every spot where he poked the fork. Next, he gets ice cubes from his glass and runs them over my belly, my nipples and my thighs and it alleviates the irritation as well.

Dylan climbs down from the table and pulls me down to the end like he did earlier, with my ass half hanging off and spreads my legs wide.

“Now for the real dessert,” he says and he smiles wickedly. He slaps my clit and pussy over and over.

The pain is exquisite. He slides his fingers inside of me and licks and nibbles my swollen clit. Then he slaps my pussy again. He’s unrelenting and I become unbearably uncomfortable. I start to squirm around, but he pushes my knees to my chest and slaps harder.

Holy throbbing honey hole. I can’t take this anymore. I try and back away from him, but his strong arms pull me back and he continues to slap at me and finger me. Then he licks me and bites me. I grab his hair and pull hard trying to punish him, but he only moans and starts slapping at me again. Good Lord Almighty. Why?

Suddenly he pulls me off the table and leads me by my hair out to the balcony. It’s freezing and there’s snow ankle deep. The cold winter air sweeps across my naked body. I’m shivering and covered with goose bumps, and my nipples are so hard they could cut glass. The sound of the wind blowing is hypnotic and the beautiful delicate snow is floating all around us. Dylan pushes me up against the railing and proceeds to take me from behind. God, I hope no one can see us.

Here I am buck ass naked in the dead of winter, on my wedding night, getting fucked in full view of downtown Denver. I’m thankful we’re on the 16th floor and high enough that hopefully no one can see this.  My feet are numb from the freezing snow underneath me and my hands are frozen from the ice-cold railing that I’m holding on to. I start to shiver uncontrollably from the frigid night air and Dylan grabs my hair and pulls back hard.

I can’t take this anymore. I need to go inside and warm up but Dylan just keeps pounding into me. He’s hitting my sweet spot, but I’m so damned cold that I can’t even orgasm. I concentrate hard and go into a trance-like state, thinking only of the fact that I’m now Isabel Young. Isabel Young. Mrs. Isabel Young.

I start to feel it, that delicious sensation just before I come. My insides warm from the impending orgasm, but Dylan pulls out of me before I find release.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he says.

He pulls me back inside and pushes me towards the bed.

“On your hands and knees,” he orders.

I’m shaking, but I do as I’m told and he starts spanking me and fucking me at the same time.  Please, please, I just want to come. He pulls out of me and starts slapping my pussy again. The pain is too much to bear and I collapse on to my belly and start sobbing into the bed. No safewords. That’s what he said. No safewords. I would’ve screamed out red already, but he said no fucking safewords. Is this what he really likes? He leans down onto me and starts kissing my back and neck, and he leans into my ear.

“You’re doing so well, Isa. Just a little more, my love.”

No. I can’t.  I can’t.

He gets up off the bed and I think he’s done, but to my horror he comes back with the whip. No. I can’t take anymore. Please…

He stands at the foot of the bed and starts whipping my back, ass and thighs, gently at first and harder with each subsequent snap.

Jolts of pain and electricity surge throughout my body and I float out of myself and watch from above. Dylan looks beautiful punishing me. I look beautiful, too; much more beautiful than I thought I ever would. I’m being such a good girl for him. He loves me. I know he does. He doesn’t look cruel; he looks peaceful while he does this. He looks content and satisfied. Yes – I want him to be content and satisfied. I can do this for him. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy this. Yes. I enjoy it. More than that – I love it.

As he continues to bring the whip across my ass, it happens without warning – I come. I scream out and my body goes into post orgasmic convulsions.  Finally the whipping stops. When Dylan flips me over, he looks confused, but he’s smiling mischievously.

From Becoming Sir

Ultimate Power

Preparing to test his mental limits and learn from Sarah’s vast experience, Sawyer dressed down in loose-fitting running pants, socks and a tank top while she unclothed herself down to her bra and panties, and spread out on his bed.

“It’s times like these I wish I had my own dungeon,” he commented.

She giggled, raised her arms above her head and grinned. “Dungeons are over-rated. A good quality, under-mattress tie-down set and waterproof sheets are all you really need to get the job done.”

“I’ll have to look into that,” he laughed as he picked out a slow intense song for the occasion.

“I have one that I’d be happy to donate toward your educational endeavors if you’re interested. It might as well get put to good use, and since there’s no Master in my foreseeable future, it’s all yours.”

So Sarah had made the choice for him. Standing at the foot of the bed, Sawyer watched her closely, slightly put off by her statement. He had never misjudged a situation so badly in his life. After everything they had shared, it shouldn’t have surprised him that she didn’t want a future with him.

Lifting her head, Sarah gave him a puzzled look. “Is something wrong?”

“I just thought…” he gritted his teeth. “Are you sure about this?” he changed the subject.

“Yes. Since I won’t be able to speak, I’ll touch your chest or forearm as a signal to stop action. Come closer and straddle me,” she instructed.

He reached for his phone and cued Love Songs, Drug Songs and Inconsolable by X Ambassadors.

He needed the music to calm him.  The song began and he let the sexy words wash over him before climbing onto the bed. He did as he was told, placing his legs on either side of Sarah’s chest as she lay splayed out on his queen-sized bed. Taking his hand, she guided it to her throat as he wrapped his long fingers around her neck.

“I’ll keep my hand on yours for starters. Master Doug used to say it was all in my eyes, so keep a close watch on them. Gently, squeeze, like this…” she applied pressure over his hand, her breath hitching slightly and her eyes rolling back.  He was mesmerized by what he was seeing - his hand wrapped seductively around the delicate neck of a beautiful, willing participant.  Who would’ve ever thought something so disturbing could be so erotic and exciting.

“Yes, like that,” she squeaked out lustily, her body twisting beneath him. Only a few seconds later, she released his hand. When his grip loosened, she took in a slow deep breath.

“God, that feels so good, Sawyer,” she panted out. “Again, a little harder and longer this time. Wait for my sign.”

Sawyer’s cock hardened when Sarah once again guided his hand to her neck and applied pressure to her carotid artery. He thought taking Ciara the way he had felt powerful, but it didn’t compare to what he was feeling at this moment.  How could he be aroused by something so unsettling? Conflicted by his feelings of shame and arousal, he did his best to brush them off like he had with Ciara. It was time to awaken his true sexual desires and give Sarah what she was undeniably turned on by.

Slowly, his grip intensified and Sarah’s gaze drifted to some other place. The color of her eyes reminded him of the sea, shimmering like pools of deep blue, still water. His eyes darted back and forth between each of her eyes, seeking out the sign that he was delivering too much pressure, but he saw nothing and began to worry maybe he had missed it. He attempted to loosen his hold, but Sarah mouthed the word ‘more.’ Her eyes widened infinitesimally and her pupils flared.  In a flash she released his hand and touched his forearm. Immediately, he let her go and she inhaled sharply.

“Oh, Sir,” she began to cry.

Dismayed, he pulled her up by the shoulders and held her against his chest.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“It’s been so long since I’ve felt this good; too long. You’re strong hands feel so amazing around my throat. I’m so close to coming, please do it again, this time on your own.”

Sawyer laid her back down, his eyes scanning her face, then body. Again, he had misinterpreted the situation.

“You’re an ever changing mystery,” he beamed down at her.

“I’m no mystery; I’m just a simple woman with complex fantasies and fetishes,” she batted her tear-covered lashes at him.

“I thought this was Master Doug’s fetish?” he lifted one side of his mouth in a wry smirk.

“What my Master loved, I learned to appreciate and even love. Please, Sir, again?” she begged.

“You look nothing less than stunning when you beg, Sarah,” he growled, snaking his hand up to her throat intentionally slow and teasing. After he repositioned his hard body over hers, his other hand slid between them and into her panties, seeking out her clit. “There it is…” he licked his lips, pressing his thumb against it firmly.

Wrapping his long fingers around her neck one final time, he slowly began to clamp around her throat, his eyes piercing into her, watching closely. Sarah’s breathing halted the harder he squeezed, her lashes fluttering wildly and her body writhing beneath him, eager for his touch. An unknown potent emotion surged through him when he felt Sarah’s heartbeat against his fingertips in a way that alternately thrilled and frightened him.

Sawyer didn’t think it was possible for Sarah to look any more enticing than she had only moments before, but there it was – the look of complete surrender making his pulse skitter and his brain fuzzy with lusty intoxication.

As he searched her eyes, they exchanged a look, and suddenly he could feel the air in the room shift - like the way the atmosphere changes right before a fierce storm. He could feel the storm’s power twist around his heart as his fingers clenched tighter yet, causing his cock to throb and his body to ache with an intense need to control her. He wanted to tie her down and fill her roughly and nothing less than her quivering release would satiate his hunger.

Circling his thumb over her wet nub, a tormented groan escaped her lips and her eyes rolled back for a split second before focusing on his mouth. Her body began to shiver and a barely visible flare of her pupils signaled for him to free her. He withdrew his hand and Sarah’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath and screamed out, her orgasmic roar a heady invitation to give her more. And, God, how he wanted to give her more. He had entered his dark headspace, even if only for a brief moment, but this time there was one major difference – there was Sarah’s whispered voice and loyal eyes beckoning him back into the light.

Rising up, Sawyer hauled Sarah into his cradling arms, tucking her curves neatly into his contours as she continued to pant and cry from her massive orgasm.

“You’ve given me my first true taste of ultimate power, Snowflake,” his raspy, hushed voice whispered into her ear. “Stay with me tonight so that we can take the time to explore, arouse and give each other pleasure. Stay with me and teach me more.”

“Yes, Domly One… yes… yes,” she smiled up at him.

From The Art of Control

Sanguine Tapas

“There will be no kneeling in front of me tonight, Mistress Isabel. You told me you wanted control, so tonight I’ll give you control. Complete control. It might not be enough, but hopefully it will be enough for now. All I can ask is that you take it for what it’s worth, embrace the feeling however fleeting it may be, and be gentle with my ego in front of this crowd.”

Dylan’s words stun me. He’s allowing me to scene with him and be in control? He’s never allowed anything like this before. I only take control in the privacy of our own dungeon. Knowing that he takes his role as a Dom very seriously, I’ve never had the courage to even ask for such a thing. He strips down to his snug briefs and backs up to the suspension rig where Luke takes over and locks his wrists and ankles into place. A small crowd is gathering, but Dylan’s look remains stoic as he keeps his eyes on me. I can only imagine what he’s thinking right now.

It all makes sense now, the way Dylan dressed me and how Luke is treating me differently right now is because I’m not a submissive in their eyes; I’m a Domme. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath in to steady my nerves and drown out the sounds of the people gathering around.

“Little dove, it’s time to show us what you’re made of,” Luke whispers.

I open my eyes and let the feeling of power wash over me as he guides me around behind Dylan. My God he looks glorious suspended like this. I run my fingertips down his spine and he arches his back to my touch, his breathing quickening.

Luke hands me the bullwhip and I look over at him questioningly. I don’t have any idea how to wield this massive thing and I don’t want to hurt my sweet lover. My apprehension soon melts when Luke takes my hand and guides my movements.

“Just let your body relax and flow with me,” he states.

We walk around so that we’re facing Dylan. Luke is directly behind me, his hand over mine as he twirls the whip on the floor. He moves close behind me, pulling me to him by my waist as he guides my hand and the whip.

“You are an extension of me, little dove, and the whip is an extension of us. Learn my movements. Feel the blood coursing through my veins and my heart beating in my chest. Match your breathing with mine and above all else, focus.”

I do as I’m told and we move in unison, testing out the whip, snapping it in mid-air, the crackling sound almost deafening. I look into Dylan’s eyes and he looks at peace, the corners of his mouth upturned in a sexy smirk as he watches me, his eyes burning like flaming blue torches. How can he trust me so much? How can he allow this?

“Focus, little dove. Your body isn’t relaxed,” Luke says sternly in my ear. Again, I tightly close my eyes and listen to Luke’s breathing, matching mine to his. I concentrate on the feeling of his heart beating against my shoulder blade and try to slow my rapidly beating heart in rhythm with his.

“That’s it, you’ve got it. Now it’s time to bring this crowd to their knees and to show them that you’re not only a perfect submissive, but a bravura Dominatrix. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Master Luke,” I answer out of habit. When I speak the words, I immediately feel Luke’s erection press into my lower back.

“Forgive me, it’s a natural response to a natural submissive’s response,” he softly apologizes. “Please call me only Luke otherwise I will be the one having difficulty focusing.”

Suppressing my embarrassment I answer, “Yes, Luke.”

“Let us begin,” he says. Dylan closes his eyes, readying himself for the initial stroke and without hesitation, Luke brings the whip up and lays it across my beautiful husband’s chest. Not wanting to hurt Dylan, I let my arms go completely lax so that it’s Luke’s movements that cast the first strike. Dylan winces but remains surprisingly still. When he opens his eyes, I see pure affection reflected in them. I know what he’s feeling – fearful yet aroused and astonished that the first strike wasn’t as painful as he had anticipated. I envy his position right now and wish I were on the receiving end of the intimidating leather implement.

“What are you thinking about, little dove?” Luke asks as if penetrating my thoughts.

How is it that all Doms can do that? “The bullwhip calls to me and I wish I were the one being whipped right now. I yearn for the feeling of the leather against my skin again and to submit to it,” I confess.

“Why do you say such things to me? Have you no idea what they do to me?” he asks, grinding his rigidness into my bottom.

I take a deep breath and blow it out, and focus on Dylan and not the lusty sound of Luke’s voice lingering in my ear and the feeling of his unwelcome cock pressed into me.

“Focus, Luke. Again,” I state sternly, letting Mistress Isabel take over and putting Luke back in his place.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replies, backing off.

Enough of this. I am powerful. Right here, at this moment, I am the one in control. Even though Luke is guiding me, I am the one holding the whip. One wrong movement from me and Luke’s strong hands can’t stop me. We step back and lay the whip across Dylan’s chest again with solid unyielding strokes, the sound of the leather reverberating in the small staged area. Dylan’s stiff member can be seen through his briefs giving away his arousal and excitement, in turn making my pussy pulse with need. My heart begins to beat rapidly out of sync with Luke’s.

Doing as Dylan instructed, I allow myself to embrace the control that he has granted me and I submerge myself in the scene. Everything and everyone except Dylan and I fades away, including Luke. It’s my turn to take over as I move behind Dylan, guiding Luke. With Luke’s hand still firmly over mine, I bring the whip up and lightly flick Dylan’s back, his wrists wrenching against the restraints. The sound of the metal clinking, the chains overhead jangling and his rapid breathing are spellbinding and I feel my own wetness run down my inner thigh.  Too mesmerized by the beautiful tiger stripes I’ve lashed onto his back and shoulders, I lose count of the number of whips we’ve laid across Dylan’s body.  I move around to the front again so I can see the brilliant man before me and his eyes widen as I bring the bullwhip up again, careful to aim the leather away from his knife wound, and flit the cowhide across his heart, marking my territory. He looks so compliant and vulnerable, so trusting of me, it takes every bit of strength I have not to ravish him. He moans out and throws his head back, his muscles tensing and contracting. It’s then that I realize Luke is standing several feet behind me. I was the one in control of my movements for the last several lashings. It was all me. I really was in control.

Dylan’s cock is rock hard and I drop the whip to the floor, the loud thud echoing through the room and fall to my knees, tearing at his briefs and shredding them and throwing them to the side. I go down on him, opening my throat and pulling him all the way into my mouth by his hips. I pull away from him and jerk him off and wrap my mouth around him again, but when I feel his shaft pulsate in my mouth, I stop just shy of letting him climax. I stand and bite into the tender and salty flesh above his heart, drawing blood. A slow crimson river runs down his chest and pools in his navel. I slither my tongue slowly down the trail of blood and dip my tongue in his belly button, lapping up my sweet lover’s DNA and relishing in the forbidden taste.

Circling my tongue around in his navel making sure to get every last drop of his sanguine tapas, I look up at him. His eyes are smoldering as he watches me with the most heated look to ever grace his gorgeous face. His mouth is parted and he’s panting wildly, his tongue poking out to slick his upper lip. I want that tongue. I quickly rise to my feet and grab his face, trying to snatch his tongue before it disappears back into his mouth.

“Give it to me.”

I breathe my demand into his mouth and he instinctively pushes his tongue past my lips and caresses the roof of my mouth. I suck at it maniacally and he thrusts his hips forward.

I lower myself again and take him into my mouth, giving him the release that he has earned. A few short moments later, Dylan grunts loudly and the thick, warm saltiness of his essence runs down the back of my throat.

I wrap my arms around Dylan’s neck and latch onto him, not wanting to let go of this wonderful, compassionate and bighearted man who is my husband.

“I love you and no one else matters in this world but you,” I repeat over and over while Luke unshackles him. As soon as his hands are freed he lifts me into his arms, despite his weakness and exhaustion, and he holds me tightly.

“Thank you for surrendering to me, Master,” I coo into his ear. Luke reaches down and loosens his ankles and we stumble to the resting area where we wrap our limbs around each other. Luke places a blanket over the both of us, shielding our eyes from the light and we kiss under the darkness of the soft cover, our hearts beating in harmony.

Pimpin’ Time

Want ALL the naughty? Find it in these books by Ella Dominguez:

The Art of Submission (The Art of D/s, #1)

The Art of Domination (The Art of D/s, #2)

The Art of Control (The Art of D/s, #3)

The Art of D/s Trilogy

This Love’s Not for Sale

Becoming Sir

Hard Candy for Christmas

Tempered by Fire: Angel Bound, #1

Grace Street (Chapter 8, #1)

Continental Breakfast (Continental Affair, #1)

Continental Beginnings (Continental Affair, #2)

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Kiss & Tell

Only a Kiss

Sir Won’t be Denied

Brutal Kiss

Suck & Blow

Hard-On in 3D

Come for Me

Midflight BJ

Like a Rock Star

The Girl for the Job

Hair of the Dog that Bit Her

A+ for Effort

Bottoms Up

Devoured

Be a Good Wife

Not Done Yet

A First Time for Everything

Thank You, Master

Cry for Me

Thanks for the Spanks

Lesson Learned

I Warned You

Heated Exchange

Wicked Imagination

Tease & Denial

Unruly

All Your Orgasms Belong to Me

Suspended Disbelief

Threats & Regrets

Three for the Show

Christmas Eve Delight

Serving Two Masters

In Need of Attention

Seeing Things Our Way

Amore Alfresco

On Display

Afternoon Snack

Owned

Oh, My Stars & Stripes

Park Serviced

Bound for Pleasure

Perfect Image

Oh, Ms. Darcy

Yes, Mistress

Cross Examined

A Taste for the Taboo

Filled to Maximum Capacity

No Safewords

Ultimate Power

Sanguine Tapas

Pimpin’ Time