Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission

by Tawny Taylor

  There was something about having another woman touching her, watching as Andre made love to her. Her panties were becoming more soaked by the second.

  Much to her surprise, Britt wanted to try it.

  * * * * *

  Dinner—a luscious slow-cooked roast and potatoes—was accompanied with friendly, animated chatter. Andre seduced Britt with heated glances and flirty winks. His hand rested possessively on her knee throughout most of the meal, occasionally wandering higher to caress between her legs. The teasing touches drove her crazy with desire.

  Stacy gave her one or two heated glances, seeming to try not to be too forceful or intimidating.

  After they’d laughed, and eaten, and exhausted all casual conversation, Andre cleared the dishes and announced, “How about we go downstairs for a while?”

  Stacy, who sat to Britt’s left, turned to glance at her, an unspoken question on her face. Britt knew this was it, her final opportunity to back out. A momentary panic gripped her right around the throat, leaving her speechless.

  Stacy looked at Andre. “I should probably go. Maybe another time?”

  “No,” Britt forced the word past the mountain blocking her trachea. “I want you to stay.”

  Stacy answered her request with a beaming smile. She stood and reached for Britt’s hand. “It’ll be okay. Better than okay. I promise.”

  “I promise, too. Trust me,” Andre said, motioning her toward the kitchen.

  Andre’s hand clasped around her right hand, Stacy’s around her left, she descended the stairs at the rear of the kitchen slowly, unsure of what to expect.

  The minute they reached the playroom, Stacy excused herself to change her clothes, leaving Andre and Britt alone.

  Andre pulled Britt into an embrace, resting one palm on her cheek while pressing the side of her face against his chest. She let his heart’s slow, steady beat soothe her quickly frazzling nerves. “I know this is your first time. I want it to be memorable, not scary.”

  She nodded.

  He palmed both her cheeks and turned her face to his. Two brown eyes with flecks of gold stared straight into hers. “Listen to me closely. If either of us do anything you don’t like, I want you to tell me. Okay? Pick a safe word. Something you will remember. Something you wouldn’t normally say during lovemaking.”

  “Tomato?”

  He chuckled and nodded. “When I hear the word tomato, I’ll stop whatever I am doing, and so will Stacy. I want this to be a very intense experience for you, but also pleasant, special.”

  “I have a feeling it will be.”

  Stacy returned to the room wearing the same black latex catsuit she’d worn at the club. The center zipper was unfastened down to her navel, exposing a V of tanned skin and the inner curves of her breasts. “Is everything okay?” Her gaze hopped back and forth between Britt and Andre.

  Andre nodded. “The word is tomato.”

  “Got it.” Stacy stepped closer, approaching Britt almost as if she were approaching a scared child. But instead of touching Britt, Stacy dropped to her knees before Andre, bent her head forward, and remained still, one hand resting on each thigh. “Master.”

  Here I go! No turning back, now.

  Chapter Nine

  Not sure what she should do, but having an inkling, she glanced at Andre for a cue.

  He smiled then nodded slowly, and she dropped to her knees beside Stacy and repeated, “Master.” It felt a little unnatural, like she was putting on a show, but she took the role of slave and waited for Andre’s next move.

  He rested his hands on the top of her head. “It pleases me to see you submitting at last, Britt. However, when you come to me, I expect you to be completely unclothed. You may hide nothing from me.”

  “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t know. We didn’t go over the rules yet.” She started to pull her top over her head.

  “No. Stop.”

  Britt released her shirt, the bottom hem around her shoulders.

  “Stacy will undress you.”

  “Oh.” Her heart beating in her ears, she dropped her arms and turned toward Stacy. She closed her eyes.

  “No, Britt. Open your eyes. Look at Stacy.”

  She stared at Stacy’s face, surprised to see an almost complete lack of emotion. The woman looked more like a nurse than a lover. Her unaffected expression slowed Britt’s racing heart a bit. It’s just like being at the doctor’s office.

  Stacy pulled Britt’s top over her head, then reached around to unhook her bra, pulling each shoulder strap down until the garment fell on the floor. Then she unzipped Britt’s jeans and pulled them over her hips.

  “Lie down, Britt,” Andre commanded.

  She lay on her back and lifted her hips to allow Stacy to pull her shoes and jeans off. Then Stacy hooked her fingers under Britt’s underwear and pulled.

  Britt glanced at Andre, not sure if he expected her to remain lying down or return to kneeling. Meanwhile, Stacy resumed her obedient pose, head down, hands resting on thighs.

  “Much better, Britt. Now, to assure you won’t forget, you will pay the consequences for coming before me fully clothed.”

  Uh, boy! Here it comes. Her pussy tingled as Andre’s hot gaze raked over her flesh. She felt her skin warming.

  “Stand up,” he demanded.

  Both Britt and Stacy stood.

  “Stacy, place Britt on the spanking bench.”

  “Yes, Master.” Stacy took Britt’s hand and led her to a piece of furniture that slightly resembled a weight bench. With hands on Britt’s shoulders, she coaxed her to kneel on the floor then rest her upper body on the leather seat part. Then she pulled Britt’s knees apart and secured Britt’s wrists in leather cuffs.

  By the time Britt was in position, her pussy was throbbing with expectation. Stacy pushed lightly on Britt’s back, encouraging her to arch it and tip her ass up in the air.

  She’d never felt so exposed, so out of control. It was a wonderful, erotic feeling. Her entire body was energized, her blood pumping hot as acid through her body. Her breaths failed to fill her hungry lungs.

  And then she felt the slap, and in a heartbeat a sharp stinging pain warmed her backside. She squirmed, breathless, and tried to look over her shoulder to prepare for the next one.

  “No. Look forward.”

  She obediently stared straight ahead.

  “Arch that back.”

  She arched her back, lifting her smarting ass as high as she could.

  “And relax the muscles.”

  She forced herself to slacken her ass muscles.

  A second swat sounded in her ears, and another rush of biting pain razored up her spine. She gasped at both the pain and the pleasure ripping through her body, gripped the chains holding her wrists to the underside of the bench, and forced herself to hold her position.

  “Very nice, Britt. What have you learned?”

  “To come before you undressed.”

  “Very good.”

  A soft touch smoothed over her bottom, cooling the heat. “You have a perfect ass. So full and round.” Fingers dipped between her ass cheeks, teasing her anus, and she reflexively tipped her hips higher giving him better access. “Oh, yes. Just like that. Your hole is so tight. I want to fuck it.”

  Recalling the size of his cock, she shuddered. “I’ve never…you’re so big.”

  “Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

  She dropped her head to the bench, tipping it to the side and relishing the cool touch to her flaming face. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good! I want to reward your trust. Stacy, the beads.”

  “Yes, Master,” Stacy responded.

  The hands that had been soothing Britt’s ass lifted and Britt wondered whose they had been.

  A moment later, Britt felt a touch to her ass again, fingers pulling her cheeks apart.

  “Your ass is perfect. So tight and smooth. Have you ever had anal beads before, Britt?”

  “No,” she whispered, completely aroused at the soft expl
oring touches. Fingers probed her pussy, slipping up to circle over her clit before dipping down into her vagina. More touches wandered up and down her crack.

  “Your pussy is so smooth.”

  Hands messaged her thighs with strong pressure, working out knots she hadn’t known were there. More hands worked over her ass and pussy, stroking, teasing, fingers dipping inside.

  She moaned at the sensation overload. The feel of hands all over her pussy and ass and legs. The sound of her own shallow breaths in her ears. The scent of oils. “Yes, thank you.”

  “For that you’ll be rewarded as well.”

  “Thank you.”

  Fingers pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing her anus, and then something pushed at the barrier.

  “Open to me, Britt,” Andre demanded.

  She tried to force her muscles to relax against the pressure, to allow whatever was pushing inside. It was nearly impossible. Her entire body was tensing as waves of heat pulsed up and out. The pace of each wave increased with each heartbeat.

  And then she felt a pop as the first bead slid inside, filling her anus. She gasped, her pussy throbbing, juices dripping down the front and cooling her skin. “Oh!”

  “I want to reward you some more,” Andre said.

  “Yes! More.”

  Another bead slipped inside, giving a slightly increased feeling of fullness. It was a very pleasant, erotic feeling. “More?”

  “Yes!”

  A third bead popped inside and her fingernails dug into her palms as she fought to control the rush of tingling heat radiating through her body. Climax was just on the horizon. She could feel it.

  “Release her hands.”

  Stacy kneeled beside her, releasing first one hand, then the other.

  “Turn over, Britt. With your ass on the opposite end. You have been very, very good. You deserve another reward.”

  Dizzy from the rewards she’d already received, and not sure how many more rewards she could take, she turned around and lay on her back. Stacy lifted her ankles and strapped them high in cuffs suspended from the ceiling.

  Legs spread in a wide V, Britt watched and waited as Andre pulled down his pants and unwrapped a rubber. He pulled it over his erection, then kneeled. The bench was the perfect height.

  She arched her back, silently pleading for him to fill her.

  Stacy kneeled to one side.

  “Another bead.” He pulled his cock away slightly and Stacy lifted her hands to Britt’s anus, pushing a final bead inside.

  Breathless with the urgent need to be filled, out of her mind with arousal, she watched Stacy touch her. Stacy’s hand wandered higher, her fingers dipping into Britt’s pussy before circling over her clit.

  It was too erotic to watch. Britt dropped her head back and closed her eyes, intent to concentrate on the touches to her pussy and the fullness in her ass.

  “Is she ready for me yet?” Andre asked.

  “No, Master.”

  “Slacken the chain. I want her knees bent, her legs wider.”

  “Yes, Master,” Stacy answered.

  The tension on Britt’s legs eased, allowing her to lower her ankles. A gentle push on her knees forced them apart and high up on either side of her body.

  Oh, so wide. So hot. Fuck me!

  Britt felt she would go insane if he didn’t give her release. Her entire body was pulling into tight knots. She couldn’t breathe or think. Sensations were blurring into colors and sounds. She tasted the musk of her own arousal as it filled the air.

  Then, fingers pulled her labia apart and a warm tongue flickered over her clit, sending white-hot bolts of desire up to her belly.

  Andre’s cock pushed inside, stopping just inside before filling her completely and stretching her vagina.

  She thrashed her head back and forth, her eyelids clamped tight. Her stomach muscles spasmed and her feet curled. “More!”

  His cock pushed another fraction of an inch inside and she consciously tightened her vaginal walls around it, savoring the increased sensation. She was so close, so very close! Cold and hot zipped up and down her body as the throb of her impending climax took hold of her.

  “Now,” Andre shouted.

  And as the first spasm of orgasm gripped Britt’s body, he thrust his cock deep inside. That, with the added sensation as the first bead slid out of her ass, magnified her climax until she lost all control. Andre’s cock thrust in and out, in and out as her pussy spasmed around it. And with each thrust, a bead was pulled out of her ass.

  She screamed with release, so overcome by the sensations pummeling her body to sort one out from the other. Then she felt the swelling of Andre’s climax, and he growled before thrusting inside her one final time.

  And then breathless, dizzy and disoriented, she opened her eyes.

  Stacy smiled at her and unable to speak, she smiled back.

  Andre pulled out, removed the condom and unbuckled the straps holding Britt’s legs, then pulled her to him in a tight embrace. “How do you feel, Britt?”

  She took stock of the various sensations and emotions still rushing through her body. “Overwhelmed.” She watched as Stacy stood and silently left the room.

  Andre stood and led her upstairs. “In a good way?”

  “Oh, yes. Where’s Stacy going?”

  He led her into his bedroom and lying down, pulled her into the bed with him. “Home. She only came here to serve you. Her task is done now.”

  She rested her head on his chest and curled up against his warmth. “I’ve never had an experience like that before, with another woman.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Honestly, I wasn’t sure what she was doing and what you were doing. But the whole thing was incredible.”

  “Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  “Very much.”

  “I’m not your average Master. You see, we’re bending the rules to meet our needs. Do you like our game? Would you like to play again with me?”

  “Oh, yes! Couldn’t you tell?”

  “Then I have to ask you for a promise.” His fingertip pulled at her chin until she tipped her face toward his.

  “What promise?”

  “I know it hasn’t been long, but I want you.”

  Not sure if she understood him correctly, she asked, “What are you saying?”

  “I want to make a commitment to you. Right here. Right now. Britt, our game is just beginning. But already, I ‘m developing feelings for you. Real feelings. I may play your Master in the bedroom, but you are the one capturing my heart. I won’t let you go. I can’t let you go. I want you to be mine.”

  Tears burned Britt’s eyes as she read the truth in his.

  “Thank you for being so willing to open up to me, to share your thoughts and fears and joys with me. I hope you want to do that for a long, long time.”

  She swiped at a hot tear as it slid down her cheek. “Thank you for helping me learn how to open up. You’ve shown me how to be a better person. How to explore and share. How to let go.” She chuckled. “I had no idea that paddles and spreaders and swings could do that, teach such deep lessons. You were right. It’s more than dominating another human’s body. It’s about learning about yourself and each other. Encouraging each other to grow and learn. Andre, I’m yours. Your slave. Happy to do as you ask.”

  That night, they stayed up all night, making love, pleasing each other…and planning their future, together.

  TIES THAT BIND (BDSM Submission Menage Erotic Romance)

  by

  Tawny Taylor

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright ©2012 Tawny Taylor All Rights Reserved

  Some ties can never be severed.

  Illusion. A word shaded with nuance, making the men who practice it—the masters—enigmas. Particularly when they magically materialize from the shadows of a woman’s past.

  It’s been fifteen years. No longer the tormented young men Blair knew and loved so long ago, Damon and Trey still know how t
o touch her heart, how to draw out her secrets, and how to bring her to the edge of ecstasy. Blair has two weeks to unravel the ties that have bound the three of them together. Two weeks to solve the mysteries veiled by her seductive masters’ illusions.

  And two weeks to surrender to the smoldering desires burning in her body as she submits to their darkest demands.

  (Previously published as Masters of Illusion)

  SAMPLE

  “We want to give you some special, memorable moments,” Trey answered, tightening his hold on her hand. The oddest sensation, a bizarre blend of hot and cold, swept through her body. His thumb stroked across her palm, sending the slightest quiver of heat up her arm. “Will you let us?”

  “I guess that depends. How long can you stay?”

  “Only a couple of weeks,” Damon answered.

  Her heart dropped to her toes.

  A couple of weeks. A couple meant two. That was only fourteen days at the most. How would she say goodbye after spending two weeks with her guys?

  How would she say goodbye after spending an hour?

  She couldn’t.

  “I understand,” she said, nodding. “I want to make the most of the time then. I’ll spend every moment I’m not at work with you.”

  Damon’s smile was more a pained expression than a gleeful one. “We were hoping you’d say that. Every minute is precious, which is why I can’t wait another second to do this…” He leaned closer, brushed his mouth over hers, and she swore the world stopped spinning for a split second. The universe stopped whirling and all the galaxies crashed together, creating a mighty explosion in her head.

  Oh God, how long had she been waiting for this moment?

  Eager to deepen the kiss, she released Trey’s hand and looped her arms around Damon’s neck. Turning in her chair to face Damon, she pulled until her chest was flattened against his. She parted her lips, inviting him inside with a moan. But he didn’t accept her invitation. Instead, he sprinkled torturously soft kisses over her mouth.

  She could see some things had not changed. “You tease,” she murmured against his mouth.