by Lacey Savage
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Copyright ©2008 by Lacey Savage
First published in 2008, 2008
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CONTENTS
Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Lacey Savage
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Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights
Better Than Chocolate
Lacey Savage
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Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights
Better Than Chocolate
Lacey Savage
Silvana McCurdy is losing her mind. She hasn't had a good night's sleep in six weeks, all because of a dream lover who insists on playing out every one of her sexual fantasies—even the kinky, bold, and disturbing ones. If only he was real ... she could figure out a way to deal with him then.
But he is real. And when Silvana meets Rafael, she's shocked by the tumultuous effect he has on her. Just by touching her, he threatens to unleash the dragon that lies dormant inside her soul. And that's a risk she's not willing to take. So she runs away from the man who's slowly ruining her life and takes shelter inside Madame Periwinkle's Erotic Delights shop.
Yet the surprises don't stop there. Madam Periwinkle offers Silvana a solution in the shape of a perfectly crafted chocolate dildo. Too bad magical dildos don't come with instructions. Silvana has no idea whether she should she eat it, insert it, or dangle it in a circular pattern before her eyes like she's seen hypnotists do on TV. Still, she's willing to try anything, even if it means she has to risk exposing her deepest secrets ... and her heart.
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Chapter One
Glossy. Black. Beautiful. The wide, muscular expanse of a chiseled male chest captivated Silvana McCurdy. It filled her field of vision, gleaming the color of rich dark chocolate in the bright light emanating from somewhere above her head. The luscious sight made her want to swipe her tongue across the firm pectorals and swirl it around a flat, slightly darker nipple.
So perfect. So mesmerizing. So ... big.
He towered over her. His thick bicep, which she knew from experience she couldn't encircle using the thumb and forefinger of both hands, indicated that there was nothing even remotely diminutive about the man standing in front of her. Certainly not the long, hefty shaft of his cock. She'd peeked at it earlier, intrigued by the bulbous head and the massive rod that rose proudly from the apex of his powerful thighs.
Not real. He's not real. None of this is real.
Silvana tossed her feverish head on the cotton pillowcase cradling it. She felt the fabric caress her cheek and the soft wrinkled creases press into her skin—but she saw the hand cupping her face, the large thumb drifting across her bottom lip.
She moaned. Her eyelids fluttered, struggling helplessly against the formidable force pressing them shut. Her eyelashes stuck together, fusing her eyes closed. A panicked sob caught in her throat. She struggled to remember what the new age books suggested she should do when caught in a dream she couldn't escape.
Something about taking control, declaring she was in charge and establishing dominance over the imagined forces holding her captive.
"Go away,” she whispered, directing all the effort she could muster toward reaching the man who now cupped her face in his large, solid palms. “Please."
Silvana had only been asleep a few minutes, maybe half an hour at most. She knew this, instinctively, just as she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was dreaming. She was once again caught in a webbed mix of fantasy and reality that would turn her dream world upside down until the morning, when she'd awaken more exhausted than she'd been before falling asleep.
The imaginary man's hands traveled down to gently cradle her neck and the back of her head. He thrust his fingers into her hair, but all she felt was the bunching of the pillow beneath her scalp.
Silvana shivered. He was so big. So strong. He could probably squish the life out of her if he wanted and she'd probably never even feel a thing.
Under normal circumstances, the slightest hint of peril would bring out the hidden beast lying dormant inside her. No matter how powerful this man was, she was even more formidable. Or she would be, if she let herself unleash the part of her that now slumbered, completely unaware of the threat.
She didn't. In the past three weeks, ever since her make-believe lover first infiltrated her dreams, the dragon hadn't woken once. Incredibly, nothing seemed to stir the beast. Not the desperate longing this man stirred in Silvana. Nor the countless orgasms he bestowed upon her, which in the real world would have shattered her human disguise at the first ripple of climax.
Here, in dreamland, the dragon never stirred.
Not even when the incredible dream man brought his friends to play. His many, many friends. All with talented hands, mouths, tongues, fingers, and cocks.
Oh, such delicious cocks.
A sob broke free from Silvana's throat, drifting between her parted lips before she could catch it.
The man caught it instead. With his mouth.
Air left Silvana's lungs in a long, desperate sigh. She couldn't feel his lips on hers, or his tongue gliding between them. But oh, how she wanted to! His hands skimmed down the column of her throat, across her chest, and finally cupped her breasts.
She felt him then, as though his fingers had passed through an invisible barrier. Every determined pinch of her nipples made her want to jump out of her skin. He paid careful attention to each pebbled nub, tweaking, pulling, and teasing first one, then the other, until they both elongated stiffly and throbbed in wanton surrender.
Despite the bloom of pleasure coiling in her belly, it killed her that she couldn't taste his kiss. Three weeks of erotic bliss and she'd never been able to feel anything he did above her breasts. Her erogenous zones practically hummed each time he touched her, but the passion and intimacy that came with shari
ng an open-mouthed kiss had been denied her.
She pulled away from his mouth. If she couldn't experience the depth of his kiss, why tease herself with something that always remained off-limits?
"We know what you crave.” His deep, husky voice sent a thrill down her spine. He whispered in low tones, each word a caress in itself.
"No, you don't."
He chuckled. “So headstrong, even now. Haven't we proven, time and again, that we understand your sexual needs better than you do?"
To punctuate that insufferable comment, his hand slipped down the gently rounded slope of her belly to delve between her thighs. Silvana arched her back, feeling the soft mattress beneath her shoulder blades and the heel of his hand pressing against her slit.
"You have no idea.” Her voice came out high-pitched, argumentative, and obstinate. She didn't care.
At first, she'd given in to him. To all of them. But as time passed and it became clear to her that nothing about this dream ever changed, she decided she'd had enough. Enough exhausting, endless games. Enough ecstasy without substance. Just ... enough.
A thick finger parted her folds, insinuating itself inside her slit. The tip of a nail raked her tender flesh, tearing a scream from her throat. Instinctively, she thrust her hips forward, seeking firmer contact with the elusive caress.
"Let us pleasure you,” the dream man whispered.
She opened her mouth to protest. Before she could utter a word, the dream world fragmented around her, shattering into a million pieces. A sound like breaking glass pierced her ears. She grimaced, waiting for the backdrop of her fantasy to right itself.
Until now, she hadn't been fully aware of her imagined surroundings. The setting came into focus in an instant, as if a camera lens suddenly adjusted itself so she could see the expanse of the room.
She stood on a wooden stage awash in harsh neon lights. Each spotlight had been pointed toward her, bathing her in an unforgiving white glow. She gasped as she glanced down at herself, noticing each imperfection highlighted in punishing luminous beams.
Tears of dismay and horror welled in her eyes. The folds of her plump, pale belly stood out in sharp contrast to the gleaming black mahogany wall at her back. No, not a wall, she realized belatedly. More like a table perched at a forty-five degree angle. Her wrists and ankles had been anchored to cuffs that looked to be part of the table itself.
The man stood just a few steps away, no longer touching her but close enough that he could if he wanted. The muscles of his abdomen rippled as he sighed, his gaze never leaving her face.
"Let me go.” A desperate, pleading edge entered her voice. She was ready to bargain now. “P-please. We'll do this somewhere else if you really want to. Somewhere dark. Not this—this—"
More spotlights came on, this time spilling their brutal light over the area in front of the stage. Silvana gasped, a strangled sound ripped from the depths of her chest.
There were men in the audience. Hundreds of them. All watching her with wide, unblinking eyes.
Awareness sizzled throughout her body, blossoming across every inch of her skin. She could feel their stares, like a thousand potent strokes, nuzzles, and careful caresses. She felt them in the way she could never feel her dream lover's kiss.
Her mind rebelled against the unexpected flurry of sensation, but her traitorous body gave itself over to it. Heat flooded her pussy and cream drenched her inner walls, seeping from her channel to moisten her swollen folds.
"You want this.” An intriguing rumble eased into the dream man's tone.
Silvana lifted her head for the first time to look at him. “No,” she answered, thinking she was being honest yet knowing he could tell with one glance at her flushed chest, her pebbled nipples or her dripping cunt that she lied through her teeth.
He narrowed his gaze. A muscle twitched in his jaw. Impatience? Or something else? Something stronger—like frustration, maybe? Or fury?
He lifted his hand to drag it through his short-cropped curls that hugged his scalp closely. That's when she noticed the handcuffs attached to each wrist.
Silvana frowned. He'd never worn handcuffs before. She was the only one who ever got restrained in these dreams. Never him or any of his friends.
But he wasn't restrained, she realized. The cuffs hung loosely around each wrist. The chain that should have bound them together had been split into two, with each fragmented link drooping downward to disappear into thin air. She couldn't see what, if anything, anchored the shackles.
He dropped to his knees, planted his palms on her hips and took a long, deep whiff of her arousal. Silvana pinched her eyes closed to stem the hot wash of tears that threatened to spill from beneath her eyelids. Oh God, this wasn't fair. Her dreams had never been humiliating before. Being on display like this, in front of more men than she cared to think about, nearly undid her.
And it aroused her to the brink of madness.
He knows. Damn him, he always knows.
No matter how much she disliked her body, which even in human form was closer to plucky plump than runway rail, she loved the attention focused on her.
"She's ready.” Her mystery man practically growled the words.
She blinked her eyes open just in time to see those men seated in the front row rising to their feet, breaking away from the others and climbing the narrow steps leading to the stage. There must have been a dozen of them. Or more ... she couldn't tell.
Frissons of blazing awareness shook her body. The harder she trembled, the more her ass wiggled against the slick surface of the table, and the more her pussy pulsed with wanton arousal.
The men were always different. Blonds, brunets, redheads. With blue, green, and brown eyes. White men, Asian men, black men of all ages. Some had long, glossy black hair. Others sported no hair at all anywhere on their bodies.
They did share a few features, however. Rock-hard abs, chiseled chests, perfect faces ... and long, thick cocks. All eager to part her feminine folds and plunge deep into her aching pussy.
Only one man was the same in every fantasy. Her mystery lover. The one with the chocolate-colored skin and black eyes as dark as night. The one who devoured her with his gaze and touched her so tenderly she thought her heart would shatter.
The only one who ever even tried to kiss her mouth.
Hands fell upon her, touching her breasts, her ribcage, her thighs. Each talented stroke made her wiggle with fierce desperation. Lust built in her core, pulsing in her clit. She needed to be touched there—oh, there!—and someone generously obliged.
Tongues and lips followed the hands. She felt them everywhere, right up to her breasts. No one bothered to caress her neck or face. She bit down on the fleshy pad of her lower lip, hard, but she was past the point of wanting to shock herself into waking up.
The climax humming through her system formed a low, thrumming buzz in her pussy, causing the walls of her inner channel to clench and unclench in wicked agony.
Someone parted her thighs. She looked down to see a blond head pressed against her mound. A tongue speared her slit, pushing her folds aside, honing in on the entrance to her throbbing channel. She gritted her teeth and thrust her hips forward. Her belly jiggled like a plate of day old Jell-O, but she was past caring about that too.
All that mattered now was the impending orgasm. So close. And unlike in reality, completely free of embarrassing transformations into dragon-kind.
Six hundred and forty-three years of life, and she'd never been able to take a human lover. All those centuries, all that longing ... and the only thing she had to show for it was an occasional romp with a dragon male who took pity on her.
Unlike Silvana, none of the other dragons lost control of their human disguise when they fucked. She failed in that, too, like in so many other things.
But right now she wasn't failing at anything, because she wasn't responsible for doing a damned thing. She remained at the complete and utter mercy of male mouths, hands and—Oh, God!
/> She screamed at the first bold thrust of a cock into her soaking cunt. She didn't care whose it was, only that it stretched her to bursting and filled her thoroughly.
Teeth scraped her nipple. Long, luxurious licks traveled down her thighs. A tongue joined the fierce cock plunging into her, again and again. Grunts, groans, and moans echoed in her ear, some of them her own.
Sweat slicked her skin, dripped between her breasts. Tongues lapped it up almost as soon as it appeared. Pleasure built and built, sending her soaring with every powerful thrust.
As soon as one cock slipped out of her, another took its place. She could feel the difference between them, some shorter than others, some slightly thicker. Some men had hair, and their coarse curls matted with hers. Others were shaved, and she could feel the velvety skin of their balls as their sacs slapped against her slit.
Soon, nothing existed but the ecstasy of sensation coursing through her. Well, next to nothing. She remained hyper-aware of the man beside her, the one who ensnared her with a dark glance, demanding her full attention.
While another man's cock pounded her pussy to distraction, Silvana's gaze remained locked with that of her mystery man. He made no move to touch her, but the sinful intensity in those striking ebony orbs was enough to send her hurtling over the edge of restraint.
When her orgasm broke, causing every nerve ending in her body to spasm at once, she screamed. For a long, interminable moment, she was only aware of the trembling bliss hammering her senses.
Then she saw full, luscious dark lips hover over hers, struggling to break the dam of sensation keeping her from feeling their desperate touch.
She sensed nothing when the dark mouth covered hers, but she knew it was there. So she did the only thing that would allow her to take back control.
She bit down on the man's lower lip. Hard.
He pulled away.
Silvana's vision dimmed, and the dream world began to fade. It was then she heard the name echoing through the ethereal room in haunting intonations of her own voice. A name she didn't recognize, but one she'd shouted at the top of her lungs as she came.