Take Me to Bed: A Collection of Naughty Bedtime Stories

by Michelle Windsor

  He honestly didn’t think he could get any harder, but just hearing Scarlett assent to taking her virgin ass caused his cock to swell and strain against the zipper of his jeans. Needing the relief, he unbuttoned his fly, pulled the zipper down and quickly stripped himself naked. He grabbed his thick shaft at the very base and squeezed hard to try and quell the desire to sink into her right then. When the urge dissipated slightly, he grabbed one of the shorter wooden chairs and placed it at the foot of the table.

  He positioned himself between Scarlett’s spread legs and didn’t bother hiding the hungry look in his eyes. Without saying a word, he leaned over, resting his hands at the base of her neck. His fingers were splayed wide as he caressed her throat, slowly moving down until his hands were on her breasts. Her nipples were already hard and tight, so when his fingers grasped each nipple and tugged roughly, her back lunged off the table, causing her head to fall back and a loud moan of pleasure to escape her mouth.

  His groin was against her wet core, and she tried to push herself up against his hard length for some relief. He took a small step back, continuing the trail downward with his hands until they landed just above her swollen lips. Again, she pushed herself forward, seeking some kind of relief, mewling a tortured, “Drew, please . . .”

  He leaned down, spread her labia wide and blew softly on her clit. Her hips bucked off the table and her moans of pleasure grew louder. “It’s my turn to tease you now, my little kitten.”

  He blew softly again, but this time followed it up by running his tongue over her pussy and lapping at the juices that were flowing from her. While he continued to lick her from front to back, he used one finger to spread her juices down toward her soft, puckered hole. At the first touch of his finger around her hole, she clenched, but as he continued licking her pussy, she gradually relaxed. Then he pushed his finger in quickly up to his middle knuckle. She clenched tightly again and froze.

  He raised his head slightly to comfort her. “It’s okay. Just breathe out and feel what I’m doing to the rest of your body. I need to stretch you enough to take me.”

  She rocked her head back and forth as he drowned her in sensation, groaning out an assent. He used his other hand to rub her clit while giving her some direction. “Scarlett, I’m going to push my finger all the way in. I want you to take a deep breath in, and when you breathe out, push down on my finger as I push in.”

  She did as he asked, and a second later, a small cry escaped her as his finger pushed all the way in. “Good girl. You okay?”

  “Yes, yes. I’m okay. Please don’t stop now,” she panted.

  He bent back down between her legs and sucked hard on her clit as he began to piston his finger slowly in and out of her ass. When she started to move with him, into the motion instead of against it, he used the juices flowing freely from her pussy to slip a second finger into her ass. This time, there was very little resistance from her.

  She threw her head back and moaned, then hissed. “It burns.”

  He stilled. “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head and rocked her ass against his hand, pushing his fingers deeper. “It feels good too. Just go slow.”

  His cock jerked at her concession, and he growled in satisfaction. He took his other hand and squeezed a small amount of lubricant where his fingers were inserted. He continued to move two fingers in and out of her ass; she pushed back against him harder now.

  “Drew, please, I’m ready for more.”

  “Shhh, okay Scarlett. You’re almost ready.” He sucked in his breath at how easily she was opening up to him and begging for more. He began scissoring his fingers to spread her hole wider. He had intended on only inserting the butt plug for now and taking her ass that night, but he was certain neither of them could wait. He slowly pulled his fingers out and grabbed the lubricant he had left next to her hip. He squeezed a generous portion up into her hole and then more into his hand, rubbing it over his rock-hard cock. She watched him, wide eyes locked on his cock.

  “Don’t worry, it will fit. I’ll go really slow. Just tell me if I’m hurting you too much, and I’ll stop.”

  “Are you sure?” Her eyes were still locked on his cock, which was swollen and hard.

  “I’m sure.”

  He grabbed her hips, pulled her to the very edge of the table and lined his cock up with her ass. He held his cock in one hand and slowly started inserting his length into her ass. His cock was throbbing as it started to slide into her hole. She tensed again and tightened like a vise around the tip. He grabbed the vibrator off the table and, turning it on, rubbed it up against the sensitive lips of her pussy and pressed it to her clit.

  Her entire body jerked and tightened hard around him before slowly relaxing. “Oh! Drew! What are you doing?”

  He pushed into her ass a little deeper and didn't know if he was going to be able to fit his whole cock in before he exploded. “Just feel the vibration on your pussy. It will help you through the pain.”

  He brushed the vibrator back and forth over her pussy as he continued his slow progression into her ass. It was so fucking tight, squeezing his cock, but he could feel her relax and open up as the vibrator starting bringing her closer to orgasm.

  Scarlett was panting and grasping the silk ties binding her wrists as she tried to push her ass harder onto his cock. He took the opportunity to thrust the rest of the way in. She yelled out and he stilled for a moment while her body adjusted to his girth. When he felt her relax again, he slid back about an inch, then back in, and then out again.

  She started to move with him as moans of pleasure continued to fall from her lips. He dropped the vibrator on the floor, grasped both of her hips with his hands and began to thrust in and out of her hard and quick, his balls slapping the bottom of her ass. His cock swelled even larger as she pushed her hips to meet his, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

  They were both coated in sweat, eyes closed, moaning loudly. He released one hip and used his fingers to pinch her clit, causing Scarlett to scream his name, fingers wrapped tightly around silk, body stretched taught, her muscles clenching around his cock so hard that he exploded, spilling his release deep inside her.

  He fell forward onto her, pressing his forehead to hers, and just breathed for a minute. When he had caught his breath, he kissed her and whispered, “Wow.”

  She smiled shyly and closed her eyes in satisfaction, her head rolling to the side. Drew straightened up and slowly slid out of her, feeling her wince as he came free.

  “Sorry, did that hurt?”

  “A little, but it was worth it.” Her cheeks flushed a light pink as her gaze fell away. “It was pretty amazing overall.”

  He moved to the end of the table and started unfastening all the ties securing her. In minutes, he had her in his arms and was carrying her over to the huge bed. He tenderly placed her down and began rubbing the circulation back into her arms and legs. When he got to her shoulders, he ran his finger over the bite mark he had made the night before. A wave of possessiveness washed over him. He bent down and pressed his lips to the bite before trailing his tongue up her neck to find her mouth and capture it in a kiss. He broke away and looked into her eyes.

  “You did incredible. You were incredible.” He stood up quickly. “I’ll be right back.”

  He returned with a glass of water, some orange pills and a small bowl. He placed the bowl on the floor next to the bed and handed Scarlett the water and pills. “It’s ibuprofen. It will help with some of the residual pain.” He pulled a washcloth out of the bowl. At her questioning look, he responded, “Just warm water. I cleaned up in the bathroom, but I wanted to take care of you as well.”

  As Drew finished washing Scarlett, he watched her. She was flush from the exertion they had both endured. Her eyes were shining brightly and were framed by blonde wisps of hair that had escaped from her ponytail. His heart swelled at her beauty and at the innocence she had just entrusted to him. He leaned down and kissed her, holding her
face in his hands as he did. She kissed him back, snaking a hand around his neck and feathering her fingers through his hair.

  He slowly pulled away but kept his face close to hers. “Are you sure it was okay for you?”

  She closed her eyes, blushing, and nodded. “Yes, very much. It was better than I had ever thought it could be.”

  He leaned down, kissed her nose and, smiling, caressed her cheek. “I’m glad. But now I’ll have to come up with another form of punishment the next time you tease me.”

  She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Well, if it’s as good as this punishment, I’ll have to make sure I tease you sooner rather than later.”

  He sat up and shook his head. “You really are a naughty little kitten.”

  She grinned contentedly. “If I could purr right now, I would.”

  “Do you want to lie here for a bit or would you like to go back upstairs?”

  “Do you mind if we just lay here for a little bit?”

  He lay down, pulled her up against him and wrapped his arms around her.

  A few hours later, Hannah jerked awake and sat up, forgetting where she was for a moment. Then she saw the St. Andrew’s Cross hanging on the wall across the room. Nothing like a cold dose of reality to wake you up. She looked down to see Drew on his back, sleeping soundly next to her. God he was beautiful. He really did take her breath away. In more ways than one, apparently. At that thought, her hand flew to her mouth as it formed an O in disbelief. She had just had some of the most amazing sex of her life with this man. And she was the one getting paid. It really didn’t seem fair, but there it was.

  Domme Maria had warned all the trainees repeatedly that the Doms bought them to serve one purpose: the Dom’s pleasure. The subs were to please their Masters at any cost, no matter the pain, pride, or lack of compassion from the Dom. She didn’t know if it was the norm, but she seemed to be getting just as much pleasure from this experience as Drew. At least, he seemed to be getting pleasure from this. But even more than that, he genuinely seemed to want to please her and make her happy as well.

  As she watched him sleep, she ran her fingers over his chest and wondered again why a man this beautiful, this rich, needed to buy a woman for the weekend. Perhaps it was just easier for him? But he seemed like such a kind man. One who would willingly give his heart to the right person. Maybe his heart had been broken one too many times. She sighed and pulled her hand away.

  “Don’t stop,” he mumbled sleepily. “That feels nice.”

  She put her hand back and continued to caress his chest. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

  “It’s okay. Much nicer way to wake up than my usual alarm clock or my assistant calling me at some ungodly hour.”

  She sat up on her knees and stretched, her hands over her head. She belatedly realized what the pose had done to her breasts when Drew’s gaze fell directly on her chest. She lay back down on the bed and, putting her arms around his neck, drew his head to where his gaze had been. Without a word, he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her head rolled back on her shoulders as a soft moan escaped from her.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him flush against her. Their mouths found each other and joined in a slow, sensual tangle of tongues and moans. Her fingers weaved through his hair as his tongue trailed slowly from her mouth to her ear and then down her neck, where he sucked. Soft whimpers of desire left her lips as he lazily trailed his tongue down to her breasts, laving each nipple into hard points before continuing south.

  She might die from the pleasure his tongue was bringing her. Every nerve in her skin was heightened by his gentle strokes, leaving her mind in a state of bliss and her body beyond aroused. She’d never had a lover be so gentle, so thorough, so completely in tune with her needs and desires.

  As his tongue drew closer to her core, she brushed over her nipples, then pinched them, trying to balance the gentleness with some pain. Moaning in desperation, she pleaded, “Drew, I want you in me.”

  His hands covered hers, encouraging her to pinch her nipples harder. At the same time, he dragged his tongue across her clit, causing her to moan loudly and buck up against his mouth. He continued to slowly lick and suck her core, still pinching at her nipples, her body on fire. When she thought she wouldn’t be able to stand another moment, he rose, slid back up over her body and pushed into her while claiming her mouth in a kiss. Her hands grasped him around his back, nails biting deep into his skin as he pushed deeper and deeper.

  Her muscles began to tighten as she felt the familiar build toward her climax, when he suddenly stopped. He kissed her softly then and pulled out. She opened her eyes wide in question but then understood as Drew held tightly to her and rolled over so that she now straddled him. Without a word, he guided her soft core back onto his erect cock.

  She started to rock back and forth, her clit sliding against the roughness of him. Her head tilted back and she groaned as he surged harder, her core beginning to tingle again. His arms snaked under hers and pulled her tighter against him, grasping her head in his hands, as he bit out a command through gritted teeth. “Come now, baby! Come with me!”

  She could only whimper, “Yes, yes, yes,” as she came, meeting each of Drew’s thrusts, holding onto him with every ounce of strength she had left. She clenched her eyes tight as her body exploded in a flash of fireworks, sparks flying free, floating away into oblivion.

  Drew held Scarlett in his arms, feeling her release and then her complete surrender as he came apart inside of her. He rolled her onto her side, holding her gently, not wanting to separate himself from her yet. As if she could read his mind, she adjusted her body and melted into him, releasing a deep, satisfied breath. He lay there, holding her for several minutes, before sliding himself out of her. He pulled her hand into his and held it against his lips, kissing her knuckles lightly. “Thank you for the best morning I’ve had in a while.”

  “I could say the same to you,” she whispered, squeezing his hand in return.

  His heart thundered in his chest as he realized he may have just wandered into dangerous territory. He was supposed to be fucking away his worries this weekend, but what he’d just done with Scarlett went beyond fucking for him. Every time he tried to draw a line with her, he seemed to cross it. And what was worse was that this was her first time; she likely didn’t realize that this wasn’t normal behavior from him or any Dom.

  Her stomach grumbled as she lay flush against him, and then she giggled.

  “Hungry?”

  “I won’t even try to deny it this time!”

  He dropped her hand and sat up, looking down at her reclining form, smiling. “That’s what good sex will do to you.”

  He stood and extended his hand to help her from the bed. As they walked to the stairs, he gathered their clothing and carried it up with them.

  Once they were back in the main house, he stopped at the phone in the entryway. “What would you like to eat? I think I’ll just call in the chef to make us something for lunch.”

  Scarlett tilted her head in thought. “Would you think I’m crazy if I told you that a grilled cheese and tomato soup sound heavenly to me right now?”

  He smiled broadly. “That actually sounds delicious. I can’t remember the last time I had a grilled cheese. I’m sure it was probably years ago and made by my mother.”

  “It’s a staple at my house. We love them.” Scarlett smiled back at him.

  His brow furrowed for a moment, causing Scarlett a moment of pause. “Are you okay?”

  He recovered quickly and smiled. “Yes. I’m fine. You go ahead and shower. I’ll call the kitchen and order for us, then shower in the spare to give you a bit of space.”

  She bowed slightly, grinning. “Why, thank you, kind Sir. Any requests on attire?”

  “Surprise me.” He watched as Scarlett’s naked ass disappeared into the bedroom. He tilted his head. Who the hell was “we”?

  6

  “Dammit, Scott, you knew I was off
limit this weekend! Is it impossible for you to handle this one thing?”

  Drew paced the length of the kitchen, feet landing hard with each step, as Scarlett silently sat on one of the stools at the bar where two covered trays waited. Jesus, she was wearing navy blue silk—the same color he’d tied her up in. He gave her an apologetic look and then held up a finger to indicate he would be a moment. Scott was clamoring on about a complication with one of the hotels being built. He could really care less at this point but knew his father would and knew it had to be dealt with.

  “Fine, fine. Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll call you back. I need to deal with something else right now.” He clicked end on the phone screen and raked his hands through his hair in frustration before turning back to Scarlett.

  “Time to deal with me now?” she quipped and then instantly regretted it as his expression morphed from frustration to anger. That was exactly something his ex-wife would have said to him, and the last thing he wanted to hear from Scarlett.

  “Scarlett, not now.” He walked over to the bar, removing the cover from both trays and sitting down beside her.

  “Let’s eat. I only have fifteen minutes.”

  He pushed one of the trays closer to her and noticed her head was down, an apologetic look on her face. She turned her face toward him timidly. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my place to speak to you that way.”

  He shook his head, frustrated at having to explain himself, and placed his spoon down on the counter. “No, I’m sorry. Everyone knows I’m off-limits this weekend, but something came up that can’t wait, and I need to deal with it.”

  He brushed a lock of hair away from her face, hooking it behind her ear. He took his finger and, placing it under her chin, lifted her head up. “Look at me, Scarlett.”

  She raised her eyes, meeting his intent stare.

  “My job demands a lot from me.” He sighed, wondering how much he should share with her before continuing. “I was married once. She left me because she said my job always came first. I’m trying really hard to separate my personal time from my business, but there are always situations that can’t be avoided.”