Secrets and Desire (Erotic Romance Bundle)

by Dalia Daudelin

  I've been naked in front of the servants, but never in a sexual way. My face is burning so hot that I may catch fire, but still I pull my blouse over my head and slip the straps of my dress off my shoulders. The silk cloth slides down my thin body, sticking for a moment at my wide hips.

  Timo looks at me for a long time, silently. His prick has gotten even harder through his pants, and is now making a tent of them. I giggle looking at it, but keep my eyes low while he inspects me.

  “Hmm, yes, this is what a whore should look like. Do you know how a whore should stand?”

  I shake my head, my hair bouncing around my shoulders.

  “A true whore would bend over her bed and prepare for any man who should come across her to take her. Well? What are you waiting for?”

  I bend over the edge of my bed, instinctively spreading my legs wide. His fingers tap my ass cheek, then slide down to my thigh and back up again. Again and again, he tickles my backside like this.

  My slit is dripping wet and aching to me touched. I spread my arms wide across my bed and grip the sheets. “Am I a good whore, Timo?”

  “Almost,” he says as he pulls his pants down and lets them drop to the floor. “A whore should never address a man by his name, only by calling him Sir or Master.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  A slap across my ass makes me wince.

  “Ow! Why did you do that?”

  “I prefer Master.” He grunts, then rubs the head of his cock along my slit. “But you're so wet, that I think I'll forgive you. Spread your legs wider, you stupid bimbo.”

  I groan at the name calling, at the hot prick against my clit, at this whole situation. I spread my legs wide, going up on my tippy toes to really show off my ass and cunt.

  He suddenly thrusts forward, and I gasp loudly. It's a good thing most of the guards are drunk, or they might come in to see me being defiled. Who knows what my mother might do if she found me no longer a virgin. Who knows what my country might think.

  My thighs press against the bed as he pushes himself into me. The pressure doesn't hurt, but it is a bit uncomfortable. Timo moves slowly as I grip the bed. He's very large, at least for a virgin.

  The pressure inside builds and then finally he is fully within me. Reaching forward, he squeezes my nipple and makes me squeal.

  He moves himself in and out of me, and doesn't stop fucking me for even a second. His stamina is impressive, his arms are strong as they hold me still.

  My vision blurs as a strange and very pleasant feeling comes over me: my first climax. My mouth is wide and my eyes are glazed as I let out a long moan.

  Timo flips me over and screws me from the front, his hands gripping my breasts. My legs are over his shoulders. It almost feels too good after my first orgasm.

  He suddenly cries out and holds onto my hips. My pussy feels sloppy and wet, more than when I'm just horny.

  “Did you?”

  “Yep. A common thief just came in a whore princess. That is my gift to you, and I hope you get knocked up.” He pulls me up for a kiss, his soft lips making my head spin and my heart race. He pulls away, a strange look on his face. Like he's been betrayed, but by what?

  I stare deep into Timo's eyes. He's beautiful, sexy, gorgeous… and something about him makes me very curious. A dangerous sort of curiosity.

  A knock on the door sends him away from me, looking for his bag and then leaping out of the window.

  “Just a moment!” I cry, scrambling to put my clothes back on. “I can't open the door for you unless you are one of my ladies, because I need my corset retied!”

  A pause, and then a cough. “We will send for a lady, your highness. We just came to warn you that someone may have broken in.”

  I look out the window, to the blackness of the sky freckled with stars and the big moon, and I sigh out my longing and the dregs of the pleasure Timo gave to me. “Thank you for warning me,” I say, my voice weary.

  A black shadow dances along the silver bricks of Erilam Castle. Its owner hides in bushes, slips past guards, and makes their way to the road and the safety of ancient trees.

  It's been three days since the break in at Erilam Castle. The Princess hasn't been seen outside of the castle since then. The rumor is that she's sickly from terror at the attempt to take her life.

  The person, cloaked and running quickly, makes their way to the city. Although it's dark, the cities never sleep. The shadow of a person dashes down a dark alley, only to bump into another shadow, throwing the cloak back and revealing beautiful, curly hair.

  “Princess Alessandria?”

  “Oh, good! I was looking for you!” I wrap my arms around Timo's neck, but he pulls away and looks at me with confusion.

  “No, what are you doing here? Without guards?”

  “I got your letter, apologizing for leaving so quickly. You said you didn't think I would ever get it, but I did! Your arrow was true, and it pierced my bed just before I was to lay in it. You got lucky.”

  His eyes grow wide. “I almost hit you with an arrow?!”

  “Yes! But that's okay, because when I read your love letter, I knew I had to come. So, here I am! Take me away, back to America!”

  “What about your castle? Your parents? Your country?”

  I smile, closing my eyes for a moment, before looking up at that black sky again. “I have to follow my heart. Something in your eyes… well, I know that I don't want to lose you. I want to be with you, Timo, so please don't push me away. Let me come with you.”

  Timo's fingers play with the fraying fabric of his shirt as he looks at the ground. Even in the dark, I can see that he's blushing. “I didn't expect to fall in love. Especially not with a princess.”

  “I didn't expect to fall in love with a thief. But I brought a dowry, if you want to accept me!”

  Timo looks at me with confusion again, a look I'm becoming very accustomed to, and then I pull out a pink silk bag. Its contents sift.

  “Is that?”

  I nod, then open it. Inside are my rubies, some gold, and many other jewels. Digging my hand inside, I pull out the biggest prize, and hold it out for him to see.

  My pink diamond with a gold fleck in the center.

  He takes it, looking from it to me, and then cracks a smile. That's followed with chuckles, and then laughter doubled over. I laugh with him, until he takes my hand and presses me against the alley's wall. His lips find my neck, still giggling, and he kisses my skin and rubs my sides.

  “God, I missed touching you.”

  “Well, you'll be able to have me every day, so long as you cherish me.”

  “Won't you miss your parents?”

  “Of course I will, Timo. But love is important. If I should deny myself the chance to be with you, I may as well be dead.”

  He kisses me again. I sigh and lean my head back against the red bricks of a pub. This is heaven, and I wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

  Her Taboo Surprise

  Filmed With Her Family?!

  Victoria Ward

  Looking at the ad on my desk, I feel a storm in my stomach. I really need this job. If I don't get it, I'll be out on the streets.

  I have been unemployed for a year now, you see. The economy is so hard on everyone right now. Applying for retail stores and fast food places, even for freelance work has led to nothing. I considered being a cam girl for a while too. You know, one of those girls who strips on camera for the internet?

  But I'm too shy to do that, and awkward with sexual situations. My last boyfriend told me over and over again I was absolutely frigid because I could never reach orgasm with him. Shivering, I look back down at the ad.

  I was online when it caught my eye. They are looking for unknown models. “Pretty, but with some meat on them,” it says. I'm hoping that means they want someone with wide hips and a pouch on my tummy, because that's me. My breasts are a nice size, but I have very large hips and some extra fat on my stomach. Okay, I admit it! I like to eat!

  I sent the
m an email as soon as I saw the ad, telling them I am interested in whatever they have to offer. It didn't even occur to me until just now that they might just be murderers or something. My interview, or whatever it is, is today at noon. That's 45 minutes from now.

  I was told to dress plain, but nicely. The makeup had to be fresh and look natural, so of course I spent an ungodly long time trying to make myself look natural while still wearing enough makeup to cover up my facial blemishes! Not sure what to do with my hair, I put it in a quick french braid. If they want it down, I'll have some nice waves in my otherwise straight brown hair.

  Dabbing some soft pink lipstick onto my lips with my finger, I check out my face in a compact mirror. It'll have to do. I outline my clear blue eyes with a light brown eyeliner before pressing my lips together. I practice my pout, and then a sultry smile. It just leaves me feeling silly, so I close the compact and toss it into my purse.

  Satisfied that I don't look too overdone, I make sure my braid is secured, grab my bag, and head out of my house for the drive. The address I have on the paper is in the city, and I always get lost in Detroit. The roads are so ridiculous!

  It's a nice day. If my try out gets out early enough, I might go to the beach and read. I still have $1000 in the bank, so I can afford to live on my own until the end of this month. After that, I might have to move back in with my parents.

  That idea alone knots up my stomach worse than the fear of my interview. I shudder while waiting for a red light.

  Turning onto the street that the online map service gave me directions too, I grin to myself. I didn't get lost! If nothing else goes well today, at least there's that! Oh, and the fact that I'll be paid $200 up front for this job, and if I do well I'll get another $1000 and a steady modeling gig. That's pretty good too.

  The building is tall and gray. It's probably one of those shared office buildings, where you have a schedule and you're only allowed to be there during your allotted time.

  I step into the lobby. The floor is old, but was once a beautiful mural. The lights are dim. A man, tall and handsome, greets me. “You must be Jenna.”

  I nod, still looking around. There are roses on the desk, and behind them sits an older woman with a scowl on her face.

  “Come with me, love.” The man's voice is deep, with a slight accent. British, I think. Following him up a flight of stairs and through another door, I admire his ass and the way his shirt clings to his strong back. I don't normally like guys with a lot of muscles, but this guy is an Adonis!

  “Take a seat while we get the cameras set up, and then we'll come have a chat.” He points to a set of chairs. They're clearly expensive and plush. Plopping down on one, I smile up at him before he disappears. I fidget with my purse, occasionally checking to be sure my makeup still looks nice.

  It doesn't take long for him to come back, followed by 3 more men. Standing up, I smooth down my pink dress before sticking out my hand to greet them.

  “You're just as beautiful as we hoped!” One of the men holds out his hand. He's dreamy, too, with blond hair down to his shoulders. It's wavy and reminds me of when I spent a summer in high school on a beach in Florida.

  That's my step-brother, Brock!

  “Brock?!” I yell, pulling him close.

  He grins and then nods. “Yep. You must know me from my previous work... right?” He winks. Oh, I get it. I have to pretend he isn't my brother.

  “Y-yeah. I'm a big fan!” I rarely see Brock, since he was in college by the time his dad married my mom. I can't wait to tell them about this! The touch of his hand as we shake a greeting is warm and soothing.

  I laugh at the compliment. “Thank you.”

  “Follow us. We'll show you where the photos will be taken.”

  The other two men look like they might be brothers. They're shorter than the blond man, but still taller than I am. All three men are gorgeous in their own way. Leading me onto the set, I spy a large desk and a blackboard. Back to school ads, maybe?

  “Go ahead and sign the contract while we get your costume ready. Let us know if you have any questions.” The larger of the two brothers hands me a few sheets of paper. Sitting down, I try to read through them to make sure I'm not being scammed, but I don't speak legalese.

  Deciding there can't be anything too horrible in the contract, I skip to the very end and sign and date it. There. My first modeling job!

  The blond man saunters back to my side. “No questions?”

  “Nope!” I chirp cheerfully.

  “The two brothers over there are Harry and Paul. I'll be in the photos with you today and they'll be directing and shooting us. Is that okay?”

  “Yeah, sounds good.” I peek over his shoulder to the brothers. The rack of clothes they're checking out is full of school uniforms. “Am I going to be wearing one of those?”

  My brother nods and stands closer to me. I can feel his warmth, and a light scent of his deodorant. He smells manly and clean. “I'm your teacher, and you're my student.”

  “Oh.” I think about that for a moment. “What?”

  Brock laughs, his deep voice echoing through the large room. “Don't worry about it. Look, go get dressed, and I'll coach you through it, okay? I bet you're a natural.”

  I nod, pulling my braid over my shoulder and fidgeting with the end as I wander over to the two brothers. Harry hands me an outfit. It's a blue skirt and a white shirt that is so thin I'm worried it will be see through. “Where's the changing room?”

  Harry gives me a blank look.

  “We don't have one. Most models just change where they are,” Paul says.

  I look at the outfit and back up at Harry and Paul. Well, I better do what they expect. Untying my dress, I let it slide down my body and to the floor. All three men's eyes are on me now, admiring my curves and breasts. Reluctantly, Harry hands me the skirt, which I bend over to slip over my legs. I can feel all eyes on my ass and can't help but blush, my face burning red. I stand back up and take the shirt. Once that's done, the men have calmed down a bit.

  "You look amazing. Put on these shoes and go stand by Brock,” Harry says. He touches the small of my back as he pushes me toward the stage.

  Slipping into the black shoes on the floor, I admire myself for a second in the mirror. I look pretty cute, but I'm starting to suspect they haven't been up front with me about what I'll be doing.

  “Um, I was told I'd be paid $200 upfront. Could I get that, please?” I hope I don't sound too pushy.

  Paul digs into his pockets and pulls out a giant wad of cash. I take it and place it in my purse. Even if something weird is going on, at least they're reliable about the money. I go back over to my brother, who is leaning against the desk. I notice he's put on a jacket, tweed with leather patches sewn over the elbows. It's a good look on him, the light brown tweed against his tanned skin. His smile reassures me as he takes my hand.

  "Go ahead and sit here." I sit in the chair in front of the desk. "Perfect, now slide the chair out a bit and turn more toward the camera. They need to see your body."

  Scooting the chair out, I lean my body into the desk slightly, sucking in my stomach. Brock looks to Harry, who is now holding the camera. I glance over and see that Paul is also behind a camera. "What's that one for?"

  Brock follows the direction of my eyes. "Oh! We're recording this, just to see where we could make changes. It'll probably be good for your portfolio too."

  I nod, still not fully understanding. Or maybe I just want to believe this is all innocent.

  "Now, try to smile. Innocently, but like you have a secret."

  I do my best to follow his direction, as he poses me and tells me how to look at him. He takes off his jacket, then comes to sit on my desk with a ruler.

  "Now, I need you to look like you're gasping while I do this." He hops off the desk, kneels beside me, and grabs my thigh, opening it slightly. No need for me to act this one out! I do actually gasp. With a flash of light, the picture is taken.

  "Wh
at are you doing?" I ask, eying him suspiciously.

  "Did you not read over the contract, love?"

  Shaking my head, I reply, "No, why?"

  "Well, you got yourself into this. You can't turn back now. Stand up and bend over the desk."

  "What?!"

  "You heard me. If you had read the contract, you'd know that you're here for a BDSM photo shoot I'm going to spank you," Brock leans in close to me now, his mouth pressed against my ear. "And then I'm going to fuck you."

  I recoil back. "I don't think so!" I can't let my brother fuck me!

  All three men chuckle now. "You already took the money, Jenna. Plus, you need it, don't you? A hot body like yours should be shown to men around the world." Rubbing my hips, my brother lifts my skirt up a bit. "You need the money."

  I stare at him, feeling betrayed and humiliated. He's right. Of course he's right. I need the money. And that's exactly why I stand up and lean over the desk, my face bright red with embarrassment. I feel his rough hand slide up the back of my thigh, and another flash goes off. Brock flips my skirt up, revealing my panties and my ass to the camera. Another flash. He squeezes my left ass cheek roughly before giving it a slap, all caught on film.

  I'm about to whirl around and give them their money back, when there's a sudden sting on my ass and an audible WHACK. My whole body stiffens as I look behind me, the look of shock on my face immortalized on film as another flash goes off. "That was a good face, do that some more."

  He slaps me again with what I can now see is the ruler he was holding. Again and again, he slaps my ass with the hard plastic until my skin is red and stinging. "God, please stop! It hurts!"

  My cry is met only by another slap, this time lower on my thighs. "Stay there," I'm told. I couldn't move if I wanted to, the pain is way too much. My eyes follow my brother as he goes over to another prop, the teacher's desk, and opens one of the drawers. He rustles through some things before deciding on what he'll pull out.

  In his hand is a huge vibrator! Bringing it over to me, he presses a button and the machine comes to life, buzzing away. "Are you ready?"