BDSM Romance Collection

by Anita Lawless, Roxxy Meyer, Leigh Foxlee

  He also took his time unchaining her. Her master was making a statement, reminding her who was in charge of her pleasure, reminding her not to disobey or shame him ever again. She paid attention, but the willful side of her being was already thinking of other ways to be insubordinate and earn another punishment just like this one.

  “Stand, slave, and move away from the chair.”

  With head down and gaze focused on the floor, she did as he told her. Eric moved like a lithe cat as he strode behind her and sat in the spot she’d just vacated.

  “Turn and face me.”

  She obeyed, trying not to stare at his thick, pinkish brown erection. Her eyes wanted to rivet to the fat, purplish head that was pierced. Soon it would be inside of her, the steely ball through the glans rubbing her g-spot perfectly until she could contain the orgasm no longer. Her cunt shuddered with the need to be filled by him.

  As if sensing her thoughts, he reached between his legs and stroked his magnificent cock. “Do you want to fuck it, slave? Are you hungry for that? Tell me.”

  Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. “Yes, please, master. I want to fuck it so bad.”

  His chuckle was dark and cruel. “Suck it first. Let your mouth show me how much you want this in your pussy. If you do a good job, I’ll let you ride me and make sure you come hard.”

  She nodded and dipped to her knees. Her gaze molded to his erection as her hand wrapped around the shaft and she took the glans in her mouth. She swirled her tongue beneath the ridge, tongued the piercing jutting from his head, and he growled out a moan. His hands fisted in her hair and he pulled her down farther on his cock until the glans rubbed against the back of her throat and she nearly choked on his girth.

  She swallowed around him and he groaned again as he thrust in and out, fucking her face with slow, deep strokes. Her mouth tasted every inch of him and relished it. Salty pre-cum trickled down her throat. When she deep throated him again, her tongue swept out over his balls. This made him fuck her face swifter, harder, until she gagged a few times from the force of his pumping.

  “Very good, slave,” he said, drawing his cock from her lips. He tucked his fingers beneath her chin and made her look up at him. “I am pleased, so now you’ll receive pleasure too. Come hard for me. Cry out. Show me your bliss.”

  He pulled her up by her shoulders then his fingers dug into her hips until it stung. He commanded she put the condom he handed her on his cock, and she was delighted to do so. Touching him was always her dark heaven. With a rough jerk forward, he positioned her over his thick shaft and rammed all eight inches of his hardness deep inside her. She cried out, hoping to please her master with her show of bliss. As he fucked her, he took one abused nipple between his teeth and tugged hard on it, rolled it between his pearly whites until tears sprang into her eyes. Then he switched to the other, torturing it until she shivered atop him and shrieked out loud and long.

  His hands molded to her ass and he spanked her—one strike, two, three—while their lovemaking grew more carnal. She folded over him now, growing limp from the overload of ecstasy. Her face buried into the curve of his neck. Once more she hovered on the brink of orgasm, only this one threatened to be so intense it would shatter her world wide open.

  He guided her up just enough so he could reach between them with one hand, while he continued to spank her with the other. The one now nestled between them pinched her clit hard, making her gasp and whimper. No part of her was safe from this sublime torment he delivered.

  He drove his cock deeper, harder, and her eyes fluttered closed as they rolled back in her head. With another slap and another cruel pinch to her clitoris, she came hard as she rode him. Her every muscle quivered from the explosive release. She clung to him, gasping for air as he fucked her until he too found climax.

  They sat still joined in the chair, their bodies heaving as they regained their senses and breath.

  “Perhaps this punishment was a mistake,” he whispered after he kissed the side of her ear. “I may have led you to misbehave again.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled as close as she could. “I’m beginning to think that was your motive. I could get used to more discipline like this.”

  “Then come on tour with me,” he said before biting her shoulder.

  She gasped out, surprised by this fresh pain. “Of course, master.” Her heart flooded with renewed bliss at this prospect. Night after night of sweet torture. “If it pleases you, it pleases me.”

  ***

  BDSM Fantasies

  Seduced by a Fairy & Frost Giant

  By Roxxy Meyer

  Adrian’s blue-black hair shone in the moonlight, and Samael struggled to tear her gaze from the beauty of her night warrior companion. They’d guarded this swamp for some many eons together, yet Samael still could not claim Adrian’s love. Had she only confessed her real feelings for the air elemental long go, things would be different between them now.

  They would be more than comrades—appointed guardians to the gateways that thinned around the swamps at night and left the doors to Fairy open for any unsuspecting mortal to wander in. They would be lovers—entangled in one another’s arm when day broke in the human realm, retreating back to their timeless world to roll in eternal green fields. Their free hours would be spent in sensual repose, with frantic, lustful tongues, kisses, and caresses.

  But it was not to be for them. Adrian had met Hathgar—a giant with crafty charm—in the Nordic realms of fae, and he had captured her heart. Adrian had allowed Hathgar, by Nordic elemental customs, to claim her as his spirit whore. Or, at least, that was how Samael, in her quiet jealousy, saw it.

  Within the plane of Fairy, there existed but one need these elemental spirits had to satisfy. They had to feed on the energy of one another in order to survive.

  Some tribes of fae exchanged energy freely, and they did not mate for any period of time with one particular energy. But in some cultures within fae, there was a practice of taking one energy exchanger for a contracted period of time.

  Barbaric practice, if you ask me… Samael chided herself for the unkind thought. She knew that all tribes of fae had their different ways and none were to be judged for it. Had they not learned from watching humans how deadly judging could be?

  Samael adjusted her talons on the high branch and sighed. It was a slow night in the swamps that bordered the deep forest. None of the tricksters among their kind had gotten up to any real mischief. Unless you could count a surly, drunk gnome that had tried to give Adrian attitude when she’d stopped him from carving his name in a sacred oak.

  Most evenings were as silent as a tomb lately. But they’d expected this time to be peaceful, what with the Samhain Sabbat approaching. The fae observed this old Celtic rite in remembrance of their once strong bond with humankind—a bond forged on mutual trust and a deep respect held by the humans of long ago for the elementals. That link was severed long ago, but the observance of this time of the dead, the Celtic New Year, and the death of the king were still held sacred by the fae. Even the tricksters would not dishonor Samhain.

  “Do you hear that?” Adrian swooped close on her strong owlish wings. Her cool cheek brushed against Samael’s lips and she shivered.

  “What?” Samael grabbed Adrian’s snow-white arm and looked around quickly for signs of life.

  “I thought I heard laughter coming from the woods.” Adrian nodded toward an area across the stagnant pond. “Should we go in and see?”

  Samael bit her bottom lip with sharpened teeth. “I’ll go.” She made to take off from her perch, but Adrian pulled her back, scraping away some skin with her talons, making Samael hiss in shock at the pain.

  “Sorry.” Adrian lightened her hold. “But I have a bad feeling. I don’t want you to go alone. Let me come with you.”

  Frowning, Samael turned to face her companion of eternal years forgotten. “You know we are not both suppose to leave sentry duty unless it is an emergency.”

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bsp; “This is an emergency.” Adrian ran a trembling hand down Samael’s face, and she kissed her fingertips as they reached her mouth. Adrian’s shiver at the kiss did not go unnoticed. “I fear for you to go alone.”

  They had been lovers in the past—had exchanged energy with one another for sustenance many times, as well as for enjoyment, and they had exchanged with one another in group settings as well. They knew how to pleasure one another, what frequencies to manipulate in their spirit’s structure to bring dizzying heights of ecstasy.

  “Then come with me, if you must.” Samael spoke brusquely as she floated down from her perch, guiding herself on the wind currents until she lighted on the spongy ground on the other side of the pond. The earth gave a squelched sigh as Adrian landed beside her.

  “There.” Adrian pointed to the opening in the border of young red willow. “I saw something move.”

  Samael moved into the thick pine and tall weeping willows that led into deeper woods. Adrian stood close behind, her rapid breath brushing over Samael’s shoulder.

  An owl hooted to their left, and Samael registered the sound but didn’t move. If the invader spotted her sudden action, the trickster might sprint back beyond the veil before she and Adrian could catch them.

  A scream seared the night, making her whirl around with bared claws, ready to strike out at whatever had rushed Adrian. The darkness enveloped her, and Samael searched this murk with preternatural eyes for any sign of her friend. It was as if the king himself had come up from the ground and swallowed the night warrior whole.

  Then laughter thundered from her right before creeping up behind her. Fear built in her heart, for she knew the fae she was about to face would be a formidable opponent. Perhaps a rogue thief from one of the broken, now scattered Kilth tribe. A band of trolls who once ruled the swamps with quiet valor, but madness and greed for energy harvesting led them into exile by the Elemental Council.

  “You have nothing to fear, Adrian.” The voice was deep with a guttural lilt. “I apologize for my deceit—our deceit—but I needed to lure you here if I was to fulfill my Adrian’s request.”

  Samael furrowed her pale brow and tried to make out what breed of elemental spoke to her from the shadows. She could smell him now, and his scent was gentle, intelligent, yet feral. Not a fae creature to play games with. From the energy signatures he expelled, this elemental could easily take her down and rip her ether to shreds.

  Warm breath caressed her bare shoulders and Samael stiffened. “Where is Adrian? Who are you? Reveal yourself now, or you walk against the guard, and I will have to report you.”

  The hand that stroked her arm and slid up her bicep was colder than any fae touch she’d ever known. The touch of an elemental was cold by nature, but this caress had a frigid bite that was new to her.

  “There is no need to report me.” His whisper, so close to her ear, caused shivers to course down her spine and through the tips of her tattered wings. “Adrian is safe. She asked me to come to you tonight. It is her wish that we meet before she leaves with me for the Nordic lands.”

  Samael spun around and looked up into the handsome, chiseled face of Adrian’s dark lover from the icy climes of the winter elementals. Where he lived, sun rarely shone, and wonders of the night realms walked the dark days.

  “Hathgar.” Beneath her wing, her hand slinked toward the blade tucked under the sash that fastened her light tunic.

  His long, thick arm shot out and his iron grip encircled her wrist. Dark eyes flashed with lights of amber, and his smile—smug and aloof—made her energy signatures go wild with quiet anger. But something else too—something his strength and fierce beauty awakened in her. For a moment, she could see why Adrian had chosen to leave her home realm for this frost giant.

  “Where is Adrian?” she managed to choke out, straightened her wings and back to appear taller in his looming presence.

  “She is safe. Out of harm’s way, I assure you. She wishes that you and I speak first before she joins us.”

  Samael cast him a wary glance, but she sat when he pointed to a flat, moss-covered boulder. Perched on her haunches, she backed up some when he lowered his fur-covered bulk beside her. His upper torso was a massive wall of imposing muscle, and fur covered his flesh from the waist to his cloven feet. She, a child of the air elementals, possessed owl’s wings and feet of the bird. She had never seen such a spectacle, and she could not help but stare—especially at the massive cock that sat flaccid against his leg. Dark in color and of both impressive length and girth, Samael tried to tear her gaping gaze away from it and maintain a mirage of cold composure in this giant’s presence.

  He stretched dark, shaggy feathers as he opened and closed his impressive wing span when he settled beside her on the rock. Hathgar was trying to intimidate her, this she knew, but she would not let him.

  “I know little of you kind,” she murmured, as she inched farther away from him on the rock. “I have never journeyed across our winter borders.”

  “No.” He did not look at her and a bitter edge laced his tone. “Few air fae do. You see us as savage—far too stupid and primal for you intellectual elementals.”

  She snapped her head to the left to face him and stare him down with narrowed eyes. “That is not true. Your kind is more reclusive. Summer and spring elementals rarely interact with frost giants either. So why place blame on my kin?”

  He stared hard into her green gaze, his eyes a mixture of amber fire and ice. She shivered from his intense glare, but she would not pull back farther and give him the advantage.

  Sensing her resistance to his cat and mouse game, Hathgar moved onto his massive knees and crawled across the stone until he and Samael were nose to nose. She kept her lips set in a firm, immoveable line.

  “Why, you ask? Because your kind look down upon the winter elementals and always have. Do you know what Adrian has suffered for choosing to exchange energy with me exclusively for a period of four moon cycles?”

  He scoffed and swooped down from the stone, pacing back and forth in an angry line. “Oh no, you air elementals don’t share your grievances. You always maintain your composure, and you are most proud of that. But you stab one another in the back with whispered words and petty gossip. That is well known among all elementals. That Airs don’t fight with fists; they fight dirty, stabbing you in the back with slanderous words if they wish revenge.”

  Samael bowed her head in shame and winced at his words. She had heard rumors in the Air realm that Adrian had faced brutal treatment from their tribe. That she had stopped visiting the planes of the air fae because of these cruelties, and that Hathgar’s cold and frozen people had taken Adrian in with open arms and open minds.

  “It is true what he speaks, Samael.” Head bowed, hands clasped before her curvaceous waist, Adrian floated from the shadows, her wings barely moving as she hovered just above the ground. “There was no love shown to me when I announced I would mate with Hathgar.”

  Adrian took his hand for a moment and smiled up at him, before she came to Samael and sat beside her on the rock. “There are many things you do not know of our kind, Samael. There is a corruption breeding amongst the higher fae, and a council of lower fae have banded together to fight this.” She paused and looked to Hathgar, then back to her friend. “We want you to join us. Come and run to the Nordic realm with us.”

  Samael bowed her head and sighed heavily. A large hand tucked beneath her chin and urged her gaze upward.

  “We will take good care of you, and you will have nothing to fear, my love.” Hathgar said, and Samael’s energy pulse quickened as she stared into his eyes. “Our lands are cold, yes, but our people are warm and kind.”

  He stroked her cheek with a soft up-and-down sweep, and Samael found herself leaning into his touch, wanting more.

  “I know that you and Adrian care for one another very much, and I sense you would be quite lost without her in your life cycle.” He kissed her now—lightly at first, with just a brush of his lip
s between words. “I will love you both.” He claimed her mouth and slid his tongue past her parted lips. It sent shivers of delight to Samael’s core.

  Behind her, as Hathgar’s strong, rough hands slid over her downy, generous breasts, Samael heard Adrian whisper, “Come with us. I won’t be happy without you either, and what will the world of air be like for you once I am gone?”

  Samael slid her hands up Hathgar’s strong shoulders, and she sighed when Adrian’s lips brushed over her neck. Part of her wanted to fight this planned seduction, but her hungry ether pulled her into their grasp as they charmed her with teasing touches.

  She had to admit to herself, as they manipulated her body with tongues, kisses, and hands and fingers, that she had always known some of the dirty secrets of her kind—the snobbery of the higher fae, and some of their poisonous charms and tactics used on the lower faes to marginalize their territories.

  And what really would she be leaving behind if she chose to go with Adrian and Hathgar? Her tribe dismissed her as the quiet one who was content to guard the night. They rarely spoke to her, treating her with cold, fake pleasantries when they were in her presence.

  While Hathgar lay her down gently on the rock slab, Adrian fluttered behind her, cradling Samael’s head in her lap. Samael closed her eyes as Hathgar spread her legs and ran a cold long finger down her opening. Droplets of eager energy dripped down her cool alabaster thighs and trickled on to his fingers. As he slid his touch between her labia, Adrian bent forward and took Samael’s mouth in a hungry urgent kiss.

  Samael reached up and cupped Adrian’s ample breasts. Sparks of eager, blue energy rose from her female lover’s ivory skin and Adrian moaned as Samael kneaded her breasts and tweaked the hardened nipples.

  Hathgar’s cold, pointed tongue touched the tip of her sex and Samael arched and stiffened against the pleasurable sensation. Bliss pulsed into her and out as he lapped at her clit, and she groaned, burying her fingers in his dark mane.