Running her fingers through Roberta’s long dark hair, Farrah leaned in close, pressing her lips against her friend’s as she whispered, “We intend to tease you mercilessly, darling, before we let you get off.”
Roberta shuddered as the feather in Paul’s hand slipped between her knees, moving upward to tickle her now sensitive labia. “You realize you two are evil?” She mock-scowled at the pair.
Farrah kissed her deeply, while Paul’s head dipped back to her breast, and he alternated between little bites and sucking her nipple. The different forms of pleasure sent delicious shocks through Robbie’s body.
“You’ll enjoy every moment of our torture, sweetheart,” Paul whispered against her neck. He moved away from her, back toward the bed where he had left the paddle.
Farrah broke their frantic kisses, and her hands trailed down to Robbie’s well-worked nipples. She rolled the sensitive buds in between her fingers, as Paul walked back to them, brandishing the paddle.
Instinctively, Robbie thrust her ass out for the caress of that first slap. She heard Paul’s deep, throaty chuckle at her action.
“You are eager, my love.” He traced the velvet-covered surface over her buttocks in tormenting, soft circles. “A bit of pain and pleasure—that’s my Robbie. You have to have your variety.”
She wiggled her butt at him and grunted, willing him to pull back and strike her hard.
“What do you want, babe?” he continued to tease. “I want to hear you say it. Beg for it, darling.”
“Smack my ass, Paul,” she said. “Oh, please…”
The paddle left her skin, and Robbie gasped as Farrah pinched her nipples harder, just as the welcoming crack of wood meeting flesh came. Arching her back, Roberta moaned her satisfaction and rocked forward, gripping the bedpost she was tethered to.
“You liked that, baby?”
“Ummmhmmm,” was all she could manage. “Again. Harder, please?”
He drew away from her once more, while Farrah continued with the rough nipple play. Roberta closed her eyes in pure ecstasy. Her mind felt altered by the flood of erotic enjoyment.
The slap came harder, as requested. Roberta grasped the bedpost tighter with her gloved hands and clenched her teeth. Her ass smarted, and she hissed. “Just a few more. Please, baby?” She could feel the juices from her pussy seeping from within her folds, trickling down her inner thighs.
A third forceful blow came, and Farrah gave a groan of vicarious enjoyment. She wrapped one hand around Robbie’s full breast and squeezed hard, pinching in time with the spanking, while her other hand trailed to her own fair-haired pussy.
“Enjoying this, doll?” Farrah leaned forward while she fingered her own sex, and flicked her tongue into the shell of Roberta’s ear, tracing its contours with seductive licks.
“God, yes,” Roberta said. “This feels soooo good.”
Another rap against her ass, and this time she cried out. She heard Farrah’s low, silky giggle. Tears squeezed from her eyes as she begged for just one more smack. Her brain was tingling, as was her body, riding a natural high. Roberta’s legs quivered.
After Paul brought the paddle down for a final time, Farrah reached between Robbie’s legs to finger her sex. “Ohhh, you’re so wet, darling. What would you like us to do to you now, hmmm?” She continued to pinch and roll Robbie’s engorged clit with her fingers.
“Ummm…don’t stop that.” Through eyes narrowed by the bombardment of pleasure, Robbie watched as Farrah dropped back to her knees. She lapped at Roberta’s pulsing sex once more.
“Looks like Farrah has her mouth full.” Paul tossed the paddle to the bed and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his firm, naked front against her back. “What should I do for you now, baby, hmm? Tonight is your night.” He paused to nibble down her neck, making her shiver. “Whatever you want.”
Through her mounting pleasure, Robbie gasped. “Fuck me, Paul.” She thrust her ass out to him and spread her legs. Farrah moved forward with her, maintaining her position between Roberta’s legs. “Fuck me while Farrah eats me.”
He gave a half groan half growl against her ear, and then kneaded her breasts. “I love it when you talk nasty to me.”
His hard cock slid between her cheeks, and then up and down her slick pussy, teasing her dripping sex. The feeling was maddening yet delightful. Then Paul pulled away and, with one hand, he guided her thighs farther apart and positioned her. Farrah had her throbbing clit in her mouth, suckling and nipping it gently. With a deep, quick thrust, Paul plunged his girth into Roberta. She sighed, rocking backward against him as she climbed closer to orgasm.
“You must like that, sweetheart.” Paul’s voice was husky with desire. “Your juices are all over me.” He wrapped her waist-length, straight hair around his hand and tugged as his thrusts grew harder, faster.
Farrah matched his frantic fucking with even more deft licks of her tongue. She held Robbie’s legs still as they trembled, to gain better access to her clit. Roberta crested an intense, building tumult of sensation, and then release exploded within her, showering her whole body with pleasure. She cried out, her entire form shaking as she came.
Paul’s thrust grew quick, urgent, and then he plunged deep one last time and came as well. Robbie smiled at his satisfied groan as it drifted from behind her. Farrah slid up her body and smiled, her eyes glittering with sexual excitement. “So, did we promise you a good time or what?” She trailed a soft finger over Roberta’s cheek and kissed her. “I knew you’d enjoy the torment we had planned for you.” Farrah’s warm mouth was damp with Robbie’s juices.
“Wonderful time,” Roberta murmured, still breathless. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Farrah touched her finger to Robbie’s mouth. “Satisfied customers keep me happy.”
Paul walked around to the front of them. His manhood now limp, but still impressive, gleamed with Robbie’s wetness. Smiling, he bent and brushed an open-mouthed, lingering kiss on Farrah’s cheek. “Thank you. I knew she’d love this.”
He freed Roberta from the bedpost and she sat on the bed, still reeling from the forceful climax. She looked from her lover to her best friend. “How long have you two had this planned?”
Farrah giggled, looking like the teenager Robbie once knew all over again. “We’re not telling, lady.”
Robbie laughed, and found her voice still deep and thick from her vocal lust. She sprawled out on the king-sized bed. “What will I do with the pair of you schemers?”
Paul tucked himself beside her on the left, and Farrah slid her body against hers on the right side of the bed.
“I didn’t hear you complaining a few minutes ago.” Paul chuckled. He took Roberta’s hand and kissed her fingertips.
Robbie closed her eyes. Despite the thorough satisfaction they had given her, she felt renewed fire flicker to life in her groin. “Definitely not complaining.” Tilting her head, she smiled and bit her lip as she looked to Farrah. “You know, you’re the only one who didn’t get much out of this deal. I think we might need to fix that.”
“Hey,” Farrah protested. “Tonight was supposed to be all about you. Your pleasure.” She pushed a chestnut strand from Robbie’s eyes. “I got off seeing you satisfied.”
Roberta slid down her best friend’s body and parted Farrah’s thighs with her knee. “Not good enough for me, lady.” She slid her fingers between Farrah’s slick folds and inserted two fingers inside her, curling them forward and massaging. “I want to see you get off too. That’s part of my pleasure.”
She cast a heavy-lidded look at Paul and grinned. He took her silent cue and bent over Farrah, teasing her nipples with skilled flicks of tongue. As Farrah arched beneath their combined touch, Robbie sighed contentedly. She and Farrah had experienced each other before, but never with a third partner.
And Paul was the perfect man for such a night. Robbie trusted him; his maturity, his outlook on sex, made her feel secure enough to do th
is with him. She couldn’t wait to see him inside of Farrah, pleasing her the way she had just been satisfied.
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Claimed by the Bad Boy
By Anita Lawless
Prologue
Sam sat on the bed, head in hands, as Jacqueline paced the carpet with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Jackie.” He looked up at her, and tears streaked his chiseled face. “Don’t do this, please?”
She touched his face, running her fingers through his trimmed, dark beard. “I have to, baby.” Jacqueline dropped her head. “I’m sorry.”
He grabbed her hands—a desperate look in his eyes—as she tried to pull away and continue packing. “Stay, darling, please. We can work this out. I know we can.”
Fighting her own tears, Jackie managed a weak smile, shaking her head as she tossed another shirt into the suitcase. “It’s been five years, baby. Five years, and nothing has changed.” She shrugged and swallowed back a sob. “Maybe we just came together at the wrong time, you know? I wanted to believe in us, Sam, I did—”
Sam got up from the edge of the bed and crossed to the closet, standing in front of it, stopping her progress, folding his well-developed arms over his broad chest. “I can’t let you go.”
“You have to, baby.” She caressed his face and heaved a deep, ragged sigh. “Things end sometimes, for different reasons. You’re not a bad person, Sam, but…you’ve changed. I’ve changed. We’re not the same people who came into this relationship. I think we both want different things now.”
Sam shook his head and grabbed her wrist. “You’re wrong. We can work this out. We just need to sit down…talk…”
“I’m leaving, sweetie.” Bowing her head so he couldn’t catch a hint of the pain in her eyes, Jacqueline pushed him away. “Please, just accept that and let me go.”
Sam backed away from the closet. He stalked from the bedroom, slamming the door as he left.
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Chapter 1
Jacqueline carefully unwrapped the package that sat atop her glass display case. It was an H.P. Lovecraft original, and being a lifelong fan of horror she couldn’t help but smile wide as she gazed down upon the book. Damn, she thought, It’s nice to enjoy what you do for a living.
Jacqueline had rented the space for her rare used books/oddities/antiques store around two years ago now. Right after her divorce from Sam was finalized. The memory of their uncomfortable parting made her sigh as she ran a reverent hand over the book’s cover.
She thought back to their final day together, remembered Sam and Juanita begging her to reconsider leaving. But Jacqueline had learned one lesson living with her husband and his stepmother for two years: There was only room for one woman in a man’s life, at least, when it came to living under one roof.
After taking two and a half years with the meddlesome but well meaning woman, Jackie had to admit defeat. It wasn’t that Juanita had meant to gobble up every spare moment of Sam’s time, or that she meant to horn in on their relationship. It just happened. And Jackie, powerless to stop it but desperately wishing she could, had to do some soul searching before she dropped the dreaded “D” word on Sam.
It had practically killed him. She would never forget the look of hollow sorrow in his eyes that day.
“Why the hell am I doing this to myself?” she muttered to a china Buddha sitting in a tall, glass display case, smiling at her cheerily.
Glancing at the calendar by the door, Jacqueline came around front to flip the CLOSED sign to OPEN.
She looked down at the dusty motorcycle boots on the other side of the glass, wood-framed entrance. Her eyes followed them up to black jeans, and she swallowed as her fingers closed over the sign.
Two years. Jackie never thought she’d see him again.
But there he was, standing on the other side of the door, smiling in at her, wearing a black t-shirt and sunglasses. It gave him that enigmatic, slightly dangerous look she’d always loved about him.
Samuel Varkov. Her ex-husband. Jackie stared, and her hand trembled on the sign.
Sam pointed to the doorknob, smiled—showing his deep dimples—and raised his eyebrows.
Nodding her head, Jackie forced a smile through her shock, fumbled with the key in her hand, and let him in.
“What…” Her voice cracked and her throat dried. “What are you doing here?” She tried again, cursing her words for deserting her at the worst possible moment.
Sam looked around her shop and walked about casually. He took off his glasses and exposed those deadly blue eyes. Jackie flipped the sign quickly and made a retreat behind the counter.
“I’m doing great, Jackie. Thanks for asking. How are things with you these days?” He leaned over the counter and stared at her. Not smiling, not frowning, just wearing an impassive face. The stance he knew unnerved Jackie the most. Damn, how she hated him, but was so incredibly happy to see him, in that same moment.
“I-I didn’t mean anything by not asking how you were, Sam.” She crossed her arms tightly over her breasts and set her jaw. “It’s just a bit of a shock, seeing you here, all of a sudden, like this.”
“Well.” He propped one tattooed elbow on the covered counter. “There’s a good reason for my visit.” Standing upright, he walked toward the wall display of pewter dragons and various mythical creatures. “I just rented the space next to your shop, and the apartment above it. See, I’m moving Black Magick Tattoo and Designs into the city. Mom’s got her own things to do, and the big house on the outskirts of town is just too much for her. Plus.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “She has a new beau she wants to be closer to. So, looks like I’m on my own, and the space above the shop is more than enough for me.”
She was surprised by how quickly he moved back to the counter; his hands now braced on the silk cover that protected the glass top. His stealth used to thrill her. Such a large, muscular man, yet he moved like a cat, while Jackie was as klutzy as a big dog in a china shop.
“So, we’ll be neighbors?” Jackie frowned and pretended she found a dirty spot on the edge of the display case.
“Looks that way.”
Out of her side vision, Jacqueline caught his lecherous smile, and a warm heat fluttered in her groin as she swallowed.
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Had she been affected by his visit? Sam had watched for subtle signs and he thought he’d caught a few, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part.
Damn, it was so good to see her again. Jackie looked even better than she had two years ago when she’d walked out on him. His heart ached as he thought of those big, startled grey eyes this morning, staring at him in surprise. If it took him until his death, Sam was going to get her back. Some way, some how. So much had changed since their split, and he just hoped he could show her that, convince that wary heart of hers, that life with him would be different this time around.
It had taken all his strength not to take her in his arms right there in her shop, kiss her hard, and inhale the scent of her hair, her skin. He’d missed her so much these past two years, and he had worked hard to get back on his feet, become a free man, so to speak, and come after the only woman he’d ever really loved. The only woman that ever really understood him.
It wasn’t that his step-mom, Juanita, meant to come between them, while Jackie and Sam had been living with her. Sam and Jackie had fallen on some hard times financially back then, and Juanita had offered to he
lp them out by giving them a place to stay until they got on their feet.
Juanita and Jackie had rented a shop in the small town they’d lived on the outskirts of, and they’d ran a successful business in the farming community of Sussex. Sam had started his tattoo business out of the home they shared, and now his talent had earned him a well-known name, from Moncton, to Saint John, to Fredericton. People thought nothing of driving two hours to come and have a tattoo done by him. He’d even had people come up from the States recently, just before he moved the shop into the city, as far as Connecticut, to have work done by him.
After Jackie left him, Sam’s sole purpose in life centered on one thing: working his ass off, building up a healthy name and a healthy clientele, so he could move the tattoo shop into the city and have the funds to go after her. It was all because of lack of money, and lack of alone time together, that their relationship had gone sour in the first place. Not that Jackie was the kind of woman to base a relationship on money. Hell, she wouldn’t have stayed with him through the rough years if that were the case. But, now he had the freedom to spoil her the way she deserved, and the freedom to be on his own, so he could seduce her back into his arms properly. And Sam was a stubborn man. He wasn’t giving up.
“Hey.” His young apprentice that came with him from Sussex popped his head out of the tattoo room. “What you want for lunch, man? I’ll go out and grab us something.”
Sam draped his leather jacket over the coat rack close to the opening of the tattoo room. “I don’t know what I’m in the mood for, Jamie. Surprise me.”
Jamie, a sinewy kid that Sam dwarfed by a good six inches, looked at him hard. “You okay, man. You seem somewhere else?”
Sam smiled, and Jackie’s mischievous, sparkling eyes and smiling face floated into his mind. “I’m okay. Just got a lot on my mind.”
“You went to see Jackie, didn’t you?”
Sam looked up into the kid’s sharp hazel eyes. “Yeah, I went to see her. Didn’t stay long though.”
Jamie came closer to the entrance of the tattoo area. He leaned against the doorframe. “So, how did it go, man? You think…”
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