“I love this.” They smiled at her. “Look at you.”
“I can’t,” Sofie breathed.
“True. Give me a minute.”
Karo disappeared into one of the rooms opened to the studio and Sofie was left rubbing her legs together to try and soothe the throbs of her sex. Karo came back carrying a tall mirror they put against the easel, affording her a full view of her taut body. She was flushed, her inner thighs wet with a mix of her juices and Karo’s saliva. On her chest, her tattoo was on full display, shiny with perspiration.
After a full minute of observation, Karo stepped in front of the mirror and took a wand vibrator out of their back pocket.
“This is where we’re going to play,” they explained while taking a small glass jar and pouring red paint into it. “I’ll hold the wand in one hand, the brush with the other, and we’ll see what kind of painting your pleasure can draw.”
Sofie whimpered, a mix of fear and anticipation bubbling up. She didn’t know this Karo, with reddened cheeks and a sparkle in their eyes that had nothing to do with the joy they could have when painting. This was a game, a give-and-take, a race for sensual pleasure.
Karo came back in front of her and turned on the device. The soft hum filled the air, covered her shallow breaths. Karo dipped the brush in the paint and positioned it in her navel. The wand was then gliding along her leg, going up and up until she could feel the vibrations in her sex and her spine, with Karo tracing a tight spiral on her stomach all the while. At first, Sofie thought she could keep still, but the vibrations were treacherous, one moment in her leg and the next on her clit. She slithered under the brush, caught by the rope on which she stretched and stretched, looking for an escape when there was none to be had.
“Please, stop!” she cried, tears in her eyes, unable to handle more.
The wand was turned off, Karo put down the brush, grabbed her by the waist again and buried their face between her legs, licking and sucking until Sofie came, abruptly and quickly, with no time to ride it properly.
Silence fell. Sofie felt Karo’s breath against her pubic hair, a gentle breeze that was soothing after all that heat. Karo grabbed the wooden boards they had taken away before and placed them on the pile, allowing Sofie to stand on the four corners of her feet. Her arms grew heavy against the rope, but the cotton was so soft it wasn’t painful, just a nice bite on her flesh. She knew once this session was over, she would have marks for hours afterward.
“Admire yourself,” Karo ordered, stepping away. “I’ll be back.”
After they left the room, Sofie could hear them foraging somewhere in the bedroom. Sofie did as asked, looking at the lines the brush had painted on her belly. As anticipated, the spiral started from her navel, moving outward. If at first the line was nice and smooth, it didn’t stay so long. Sofie could see the vibrations of the wand reverberate in the line, which became wobblier and wobblier, fainter and fainter on her skin as the color ran out. A blotch of paint was visible where she had given up, had begged Karo for release, near her hipbone.
When Karo came back, they had an anal plug and a bottle of lube in their hands. Sofie recoiled, an instinctive reaction that they noticed. They kneeled in front of her and caressed her calves with both hands, a gentle gesture she didn’t expect.
“Have you done it before?” they asked.
“A long time ago,” Sofie said, her voice hoarse.
“Then you know it can be good.”
“Even like this?” she asked, her eyes moving upward to the cotton rope.
“Especially like this.”
“You promise to be nice?” she asked again.
“How about sweet?”
“That’ll do.”
Karo smiled and rose, climbed on the pile of boards and they started kissing again. Karo ground against her and Sofie raised her legs, crossing them on their back to prolong the contact, and in doing so, allowing them access to her rear. A finger came, gentle and shy, coating her with her juices, flattering her hole into opening. Sofie arched against Karo when their finger entered her, poking around, stroking her inner tissues engorged with desire. Karo kept on kissing, her jaw, her throat, her collarbones, then marked a pause before daring to kiss the first scar of her surgery, tracing it with their tongue. Using some lube, another finger entered. Sofie relished the sensation, feeling exposed and vulnerable, and above all, seen. The fingers came in and out, caressing her inside with a delicious thrust impossible to resist.
“You’re ready,” Karo breathed against her chest.
Sofie let go of their waist, found the wood of the board and regained some composure, while Karo climbed down again and grabbed the plug. They lubed it up and down, coating it with the liquid while Sofie looked at the ballet of the fingers, liking the process to finger painting. They took a position in front of her, asked her to put at least one leg on their shoulder. She obeyed, opening her ass again. She saw Karo’s hands disappearing between her legs, the cold sensation of the lubed plug against her hole and the pressure, resolved and unnerving, that kept on opening her, stretching her. And then the sensation, expected but still surprising, of her muscles closing on the base of the plug, settling it in its place inside her.
She heaved, unable to speak, filled to the brink.
“Good girl,” Karo smiled in her hair before rising. They turned around, grabbed the brush and the wand and came back to her. Before starting, they withdrew three boards. Sofie was now on the tips of her toes, always looking for balance. She could feel the plug pulling her down, pulling on her arms and sides, asking her to let go. The wand was turned on and the brush placed at the top of her back between her two shoulder blades. While the wand was again climbing up her leg, the brush came down her spine, tracing the path her sweat had before, all the way down to the opening of her hole, tickling and making her squirm under it. Soon, the wand was against her pubic bone and the vibrations were coursing through her stomach, the plug trembling in her ass, shaking her from the core. Her limbs, restrained by the rope and gravity, were still trying to break free, her body trying to escape from too much sensation and yet, she couldn’t.
The orgasm rose again, from deep inside, flew in her veins, pleasure taking over every nerve, every cell in her chest, until it again became too much to bear and she asked Karo to stop. The contact of the brush against her skin disappeared, the wand between her legs was withdrawn but not turned off. When Karo came in front of her, she could see they had tucked the instrument in their jeans. Before she could imagine what would follow, Karo climbed up to meet her and started kissing her again, the wand vibrating between their two bellies.
Sofie moaned in their mouth, bit their lower lips in protest. Karo moved away and grabbed her by the ass, pressing into her, this time their mouth busy with licking and biting the highlights of her tattoo. She raised her legs and anchored herself to them, tugged on the rope in a desperate effort to touch them, to run her fingers through their hair and feel the flush of their skin. Again, she begged, but Karo refused with a throaty laugh and kept on nibbling at her chest.
The wand was still on, pressing against her clit, sending its vibrations into her stomach, past her chest and shoulders, along her arms and all the way up to the tip of her fingers, as if a thousand brushes were being traced against her skin. The plug was still weighing her down, echoing the vibrations deep inside, and making her pulse against Karo’s body. She had the feeling she would soon crack open.
For the third time, the orgasm came; this time she accompanied it by grinding into Karo, imposing her own rhythm. They rose up and plastered their face unto her. Both growled into each other’s mouth, looking after the other, waiting and counting until they could come together. Sofie bit Karo’s mouth with all her might, didn’t feel Karo’s fingers digging deep into the flesh of her ass, her whole body rippling around the plug.
Moments later, they were both on the ground, smiling and panting. Karo’s lip was bleeding lightly, they wiped the blood on their skin, mirrori
ng the stroke of a brush. Sofie didn’t try to contain her smug expression.
“Come on,” Karo said after a while. “I have to finish your tattoo.”
The opening exhibit happened a month later.
Sofie had been invited, of course, and went without expecting much. She was surprised, and proud, and humbled, and flushed when she understood her portrait stood at the center of the event, a core piece around which the rest of the paintings were displayed. At first, she had thought the background, on which her taut body was exposed, showing off the bright colors of her tattoo, was a dark brown, but upon closer inspection, she noticed the patterns. On the lower half was the wobbly spiral Karo had drawn on her belly, and in the upper half were the five lines they had traced on her back.
The folds of the cotton rope looked like molten silver in the light. Her cheeks were flushed and her expression was one she knew she hadn’t displayed during the sessions. It was one of pure ecstasy, one Karo could only have seen on the last day.
“I’m not selling it,” Sofie heard behind her. “This one is mine.”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
REBECCA E. BLANTON (aka Auntie Vice) is a blogger and podcaster. Their current work focuses on the intersection of BDSM, identities, and feminism. Their work also includes two nonfiction books about BDSM and submission. Their podcast, Fat Chicks on Top, contains discussions about how bodies mediate our experience in the world.
JACQUELINE BROCKER (jacquelinebrocker.net) writes erotica and has had several short stories and novellas published. She is an Australian who lives in the UK with her husband and their cat. When not writing, she crochets, teaches Scottish Country Dancing, and gazes longingly at pretty Bullet Journal spreads on Instagram.
CÉLINE is a Europe-based French writer. This is her first contribution to an erotica anthology and she is working on changing that fact.
PAGE CHASE (pagechase.blog) is the alter ego of a mild-mannered librarian who wants to put her creative writing degree back to work.
ROSALIND CHASE (rosalindchase.com) is a LAMBDA Award finalist and winner of the Bisexual Book Awards highest honor, Bi Writer of the Year, for her debut novella, Lot’s Wife: An Erotic Retelling.
When not reading, writing, or teaching, EMMA CHATON is a terrible oil painter and an even worse baker. She greatly enjoys entertaining thoughts that she’s not supposed to have, or allowed to have.
POSY CHURCHGATE (posychurchgate.com) started writing erotica in 2016. She writes fiction and non-fiction, embracing kink curiosity. Happily married and heterosexual, she includes personal experiences in every scenario she creates. Her catchphrase: “Libido is like a muscle. Use it or lose it!” When not reading or writing, UK-based Posy spends time with her family and dogs.
Born in Brooklyn and raised in the New South, ALEXA J. DAY (alexajday.com) loves stories with just a touch of the inappropriate and heroines who are anything but innocent. Her literary mission is to stimulate the intellect and libido of her readers. She lives in Upstate South Carolina.
SONJA E. DEWITT is an author and narrative designer with a passion for romance, classic video games, and professional wrestling. She has an MFA in Game Design that she uses to write interactive romance novels. When she’s not writing or watching wrestling, she draws comics and raids the occasional dungeon. For more of Sonja’s work follow her @SonjaRed-DeWitt on Twitter.
D. FOSTALOVE has been published in numerous anthologies, including Brief Encounters, Baby Got Back, and The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2. He is the author of Unraveled: Sealed Lips, Clenched Fists and When I Miss You.
Often quirky, always queer, ELNA HOLST is an unapologetic genre-bender who produces anything from stories of sapphic lust and love to the odd existentialist horror piece, reads Tolstoy, and plays contract bridge. Find her on Instagram (@elnaholstwrites) or Goodreads.
DR. J. (drjauthor.com), a retired sex therapist, writes erotica while enjoying island life on the Atlantic coast of Florida. After providing authorly presentations, she gallivants across the countryside tasting wine and spreading sex-positive cheer.
TRYSTAN KENT is the nom de plume of a perverted renaissance punk rocket scientist and dedicated voyeur with a penchant for pantyhose, stockings, and all things nylon. Trystan has penned nine novels and dozens of quickie reads on everything from shoe spanking to cupcake sex to voyeuristic orgies. [email protected]
EVAN MORA is a kinky queer writer whose tales of love, lust, and other demons have appeared in more than thirty anthologies. She lives in Toronto with her partner and menagerie of two- and four-legged kids. When not writing, she loves food, wine, and all manner of earthly delights.
CHARLIE POWELL (sexblogofsorts.com) has been an avid reader and writer of erotica since her teens and has a particular interest in disabled and flawed characters, unusual safe-words, and shame. She lives in the UK and has been published in a number of anthologies including the Best Women’s Erotica series.
SIENNA SAINT-CYR’s fiction has appeared in the Love Slave and Sexual Expression series, anthologies like Silence is Golden and Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 4 and nonfiction in Kintsugi: Powerful Stories of Healing Trauma. They own a publishing company with a focus on shifting toxic culture.
ANNE STAGG (annestaggwrites.com) is an author and poet. They are an active advocate for the creation of healthy, affirming sexual spaces for women, the LGBTQIA+ community, and the BDSM/kink community.
VERONIQUE VERITAS (nveroniqueveritas.home.blog) writes fiction and poetry. She has been interested in writing all her life and is excited to continue creative writing in different genres. Through writing erotica, she hopes to be part of a more sex positive future and help readers embrace their authentic desires.
Unbeknownst to her dissertation committee, T.R. VERTEN has long been a spy in the house of academia, creating an aesthetic manifesto in disguise. You can find her writing in the reissued novella Confessions of Rentboy as well as anthologies from Cleis Press, the New Smut Project, Republica, Burning Book, and Ravenous Romance. Intermittently on Twitter @trepverten.
ABOUT THE EDITOR
RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL (rachelkramerbussel.com) is a New Jersey–based author, editor, blogger, and writing instructor. She has edited over sixty books of erotica, including Best Bondage Erotica of the Year, Volumes 1 and 2; Dirty Dates: Erotic Fantasies for Couples; Cheeky Spanking Stories; Bottoms Up; Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica; Please, Sir; Please, Ma’am; He’s on Top; She’s on Top; Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica; The Big Book of Orgasms; The Big Book of Submission, Volumes 1 and 2; Lust in Latex; Anything for You; Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica; Suite Encounters; Gotta Have It; Women in Lust; Surrender; Orgasmic; Fast Girls; Going Down; Tasting Him; Tasting Her; Crossdressing; and Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volumes 1–6. Her anthologies have won eight IPPY (Independent Publisher) Awards, and The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2, Dirty Dates, and Surrender won the National Leather Association Samois Anthology Award.
Rachel has written for AVN, Bust, Cosmopolitan, Curve, The Daily Beast, Elle.com, Fortune.com, Glamour, The Goods, Gothamist, Harper’s Bazaar, Huffington Post, Inked, InStyle, Marie Claire, MEL, Men’s Health, Newsday, New York Post, New York Observer, The New York Times, O: The Oprah Magazine, Penthouse, The Philadelphia Inquirer, Refinery29, Rolling Stone, The Root, Salon, San Francisco Chronicle, Self, Slate, Time.com, Time Out New York, and Zink, among others. She has appeared on The Gayle King Show, The Martha Stewart Show, The Berman and Berman Show, NY1, and Showtime’s Family Business. She hosted the popular In the Flesh Erotic Reading Series, featuring readers from Susie Bright to Zane, speaks at conferences, and does readings and teaches erotic writing workshops around the world and online. She blogs at lustylady.blogspot.com and consults about erotica and sex-related nonfiction at eroticawriting101.com. Follow her @raquelita on Twitter.
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