“Yes!” I exclaim, my pussy clenching around him and the rapture climbing to the point where I can’t hold back any more. I flood him with my juices as I come.
“I love you!” He screams and pumps hard, filling me with his own climax seconds later, fuelling mine to higher heights of bliss.
He releases my thighs and my knees tremble as I have to hold my own weight up. He discards the condom and wraps me in his embrace again. I feel more grounded in his arms. Everything might not magically be okay, but this is right. This is how it should be. I know I need to be in Thunder’s arms.
“Hey, if you’re Thunder, does that make me lightning?” I ask.
He nods, I feel the top of his chin against my head. “Definitely. We’re destined to be together.”
It is completely crazy. I don’t know exactly where we’re going, but he’s right. We’re meant to be together, so I’m going to ride this storm to its very end.
THE END
About Victoria Blisse
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
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It was a beautiful, lazy summer’s day and I was young enough to be able to enjoy it and not worry about all I should have been doing. College was finished with, my exams done. All I needed to do was have fun until my results came in.
Rick and I had been going out for just over a month, comfortable in each other’s presence but still learning each other’s quirks and peculiarities. We’d gone for a walk in the countryside, carrying an improvised picnic in a plastic carrier bag and walking until we found a quiet, shaded area away from the roads and pathways but not too far away, I didn’t want to get lost.
We sat with our backs to the trunk of a huge spreading Lyme tree in the harsh heat of the midday sun. We ate and drank, moving little, conversing between bites. It was the perfect hazy, August day. We watched the dancing corn and the green hills. Birds dipping and swooping, calling and twittering, butterflies and bees fluttering and buzzing around us. The smell of crushed grass and English heat combined with sun lotion and Rick’s aftershave to form a soothing mix that lulled me into contentment.
As the afternoon rolled on we slipped further down the tree trunk until we were laid side by side, looking towards each other, propped up on elbows, leaning in to steal a kiss now and then. We talked about everything and nothing. The unimportant, crucial stuff that glues a couple together. Rick sat up after a while and I snuggled into him, lying my head on his hip and picking daisies.
“What you doing?” He asked, stroking the hair from my eyes.
“Oh, I’m making a daisy chain.” I held up the half a dozen daises, all neatly knotted together.
“How do you do that?”
I showed him, giggling as he popped the head off daisy after daisy or pulled off too little stalk. I had finished a long enough chain to loop around and make a crown by the time he’d managed to knot more than two together.
“Pretty,” He smiled, “but I think you need accessories.”
He finished his chain, tied a single loop and put it around my wrist.
“There’s one.” He said and continued to make another. I chatted on, trying to remember little details like how his blond hair caught the soft light of the mid-afternoon sun and sparkled like a halo to treasure in my mind and heart forever.
“And another.” He slipped it onto my right wrist, brushing over my pulse point with the tip of his fingers. He carried on, I wondered where else he was going to decorate, but eventually he made a chain to go around both my ankles after I slipped off my red sandals.
“Now, you’re bound to me.” He purred and pulled me up for a kiss. “My chains bind you.”
“Mmm,” I gasped, “does that excite you?”
He picked up my hand in his and placed it over the crotch of his navy blue cotton shorts. He was hard.
“Does it excite you?” He asked, gaze locked with mine. I nodded, my cheeks and chest flushed.
“Good,” he kissed my forehead, just under the daisy chain and then lifted my wrists in turn to do the same. He moved, gently lowering my head to the floor before scrabbling down to my ankles to kiss around the daisy chains there, then he headed up the inside of my leg and I melted into him.
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Innocent Lies
Lexie Bay
Prologue
Raine wiped her eyes and pulled her torn dress around her chest, taking the cardigan that her brother handed her to cover up. Her dad turned on her, his face furious.
“For crying out loud, Raine, what the fuck happened here? I ask you to keep my potential new business partners sweet and you cause a scene. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Archie looked at his dad in shock.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked. “Raine isn’t the one who caused this. Jake and his crew tried to … to …”
He looked away as Big Frankie gave him the look. They both knew that face from before and they both knew to shut the hell up when it came out.
“I’m fine, Archie, it’s nothing. Just a little misunderstanding that’s all. I’m sure that’s what it was, isn’t that right dad? Jake got the wrong end of the stick?”
“Of course it was Raine. You see Archie, just a little misunderstanding. All that’s happened here is that your sister misunderstood her job tonight, and now she’s going to make up for it. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? Go clean yourself up and I’ll try to salvage the deal. Get your arse back down into the club in fifteen minutes and be prepared to do what it takes to get Jake and the boys on board. If we’re going to build the family business, we need this deal, princess, and you’re part of the family. We’ve all got our parts to play, eh?”
Raine looked at Archie, pleading with him to say something that would change their dad’s mind. He shook his head almost imperceptibly, closed his eyes and looked away.
No-one was going to help her. Raine took a deep breath, hoped her mum wasn’t watching from heaven, and went to her bedroom to clean herself up. This was never the life she had wanted and her beloved mum had sheltered her from it, but she was gone and the protection she had afforded Raine had died with her. She knew her dad would never let her go. If she wanted to get out of this life she would have to take drastic action herself. She needed a plan and she needed to protect herself …
Chapter One
Tommy
Tommy White was one of London’s most notorious gangsters. His boys were loyal, his temper was deadly and he was widely feared amongst the majority of London’s gangs. His family had run a bootlegging business for as long as anyone could remember, controlling and owning most of the top clubs across the city and beyond. Sadly, in recent years, he had found his position tested by some of the new upstarts coming through the ranks, starting their own gangs, dabbling in girls and drugs and generally removing what Tommy saw as the “respectful” side of his profession. He was on a mission to clean up some of these rackets and after success with some of the smaller gang
s, who now saw the error of their ways and were paying a hefty sum for his protection, he had his sights set on the Madden’s.
Frankie and Archie Madden bothered him more than some of the newer gangs because these boys used to be just like him. Big Frank had been friends with Tommy’s dad back in the day but after his wife had died, he’d somewhat lost his way. Frank’s habit of indulging himself both with the drugs he sold and with the girls he pimped out was legendary and he was dragging his family down with him. Tommy had decided that he was going to lead him back to the light, but if he couldn’t he was going to remove the problem in a more permanent way. Big Frank was casting a spotlight on their world that Tommy could do without and his son Archie was no better. Jumped up little prick had been mouthing off about Tommy and his boys again and now he needed to be taught a lesson too.
Which was how he came to be sat outside an empty warehouse on a damp Tuesday afternoon. He waited for the signal from his boys, then opened the door of his Bentley and stepped out into the chill of the afternoon.
Striding across the stark concrete by the docks, he took one last look around before disappearing in through a side door. The boys followed him and the door shut behind them.
***
Half an hour later, Tommy emerged from the warehouse, wiping his bloody knuckles with a handkerchief.
“You might wanna call ‘is old man,” he said to his boys as he got back into his car. “Tell ‘im to come pick up his trash.”
“Everything all right, Mr White?” his driver asked as they made their way through the London traffic towards the club.
“It is now, Albert, I just needed to bring someone in line. I’m pretty sure ‘e’s learnt ‘is lesson. Now let’s get back to the club and see who’s in tonight.”
Chapter Two
Raine
Raine Madden was nothing if not resilient. She was the youngest child of Big Frankie Madden and while her mother had been alive she had been his little Princess. Unfortunately, Frankie hadn’t been the same since he’d lost the love of his life, and his grief, mixed with his relentless drug taking, had brought out the worst in him. Raine had had to grow up fast in the last few years and had taken over the “entertainment” side of the family business.
She had built a team of girls over time so that she wasn’t as involved but Frankie liked her to deal with the bigger clients. This evening he was bringing some new contacts to the club and all of the girls were ready tonight. She had planned the evening to include plenty of drinks and a spectacular show and she had intended to finish off with a set of her own.
Raine loved to sing and she was good. Her mum, Cynthia, had encouraged her and her dad used to let her sing in the club occasionally, but now that Cynthia was gone it made him sad so he had stopped her doing it. Raine was hoping that if it went down well he would let her do it more often but if she was honest she was also looking for other opportunities, desperate to get away from the influence of her slightly crazy dad and her psycho older brother. Maybe someone would see her tonight and offer her something. She leaned towards the large mirror in her apartment to make sure her false eyelashes were stuck on properly, tapping the corners, wanting to look perfect for her big night.
Her phone rang, startling her, and she picked it up worried it was one of the girls calling in sick. Worse than that, it was her dad.
“Hey, what’s up?” she said as cheerfully as possible so as not to wind him up.
“Tommy fuckin’ White is what’s up!” he shouted. “He’s had your brother done over and left him in a warehouse. I’ve sent the boys to get ‘im but he’ll be no bloody use to me tonight. You need to forget the singing sweetheart, I need your business brain and your pretty face in the meeting. Let your girls provide the entertainment tonight.”
“But, dad …”
“Listen, blame Archie for shooting his mouth off as usual. I swear that boy gets himself into nothing but unnecessary trouble. I don’t know why he has to go stirring things up with the White’s. Now I’m going to have to send the boys round to sort Tommy out, and I really don’t want to get us into an all-out war. I need to keep a lower profile at the moment with these big new deals coming in. At least until we’re all signed up, anyway.”
Raine sighed, but she knew that there was no point arguing with Frankie, and Archie was so lost to her these days. She realised that she hadn’t even asked if he was okay.
“Is Arch okay?”
“As far as I know. Couple of broken ribs, bloody nose, cuts and bruises. This was a warning shot, I’d say. He’s obviously pissed Tommy off by running his mouth. Anyway, never mind him, he’s out of action. Get your glad rags on and get yer arse to the club toute suite darlin’. You never know Raine, you might actually enjoy yourself.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Of course you will, princess, you know better than to keep me waiting. I taught you right, it’s just a shame you can’t make your brother toe the family line too.”
“I’ll speak to him, dad, I promise.”
Raine hung up and hurried to finish getting ready. She texted a couple of the girls to give them the heads up as Frankie would be on his way to the club and in a foul mood. Then she slicked on her red lipstick, adjusted the front of her plunging black dress to showcase her cleavage better and slipped on her stilettos.
She looked in the mirror and tried not to feel sorry for the sad looking girl in front of her. There must be more to life than this, and she was determined to find out what it was.
Chapter Three
Eight Months Later
Archie held the door of the black limousine open for his sister, thanking the last of the mourners as they walked past. Raine watched him playing his part, being the man of the family now that their dad was gone. Big Frankie Madden had been a ferocious bastard before he had been brutally murdered and Raine knew that most of the people here to pay their respects were showing their faces so that Archie knew that he could count on them in the war that had been raging between the Maddens and the Whites.
Archie had been Frankie’s right hand man since their mum had died a few years ago. Raine drew a deep breath as she remembered her. Her mum had been the shining light of reason within the family. She had been beautiful and glamourous, the perfect wife and she had been respected by everyone. None of the boys had ever given her any lip and she had kept Big Frankie in check in a way that no other person had been able to. When she had died, he had fallen down a hole and taken both Raine and Archie with him. Archie had fared a little better because he was the son and he commanded the respect of all of Frankie’s boys, but Raine… she was just the decoration, the entertainment for the rest of the boys and someone to do their dirty work when necessary. At least she wasn’t the hollow shell of rage that Archie had become but now that Frankie was gone she wanted out more than she wanted to take her next breath.
Archie slid alongside her on the black leather seat and put his arm around her. She flinched but he pulled her tighter to him.
“That’s it then girl,” he said, “it’s just you and me now. It’s down to me to look after you, just like Dad told me to.”
“Archie, I don’t want to be a part of it anymore. Please, let me go.”
He frowned at her. “Raine, sweetheart, you’re family. You ain’t going nowhere. I need you, you know that. Besides, I got a special job for you.”
Raine sighed and pulled herself out of his grip, pouring them both a drink from the bar inside the limo.
“You can’t keep going after them Archie,” she said. “It’s suicide, and I don’t want to lose you too.” She smiled at him, attempting to play to his nice side. “I don’t want to be on my own.”
Archie shook his head as he downed the drink and held the glass out for a top up.
“Those bastards killed Dad and I’m going to bring the lot of them down. And you, princess, are going to help me do it.”
Raine sighed. She was wasting her breath. Archie didn’t have a nice side these days. F
rankie had seen to that after mum had died. Archie had seen things that no teenage boy should ever have to see, and done things that even some of Frankie’s hardest men had baulked at. He’d stepped up to prove himself to Frankie every time, usually to avoid a beating, and he’d allowed her to suffer regularly at Frankie’s hands and turned a blind eye. She looked at her brother as he frowned out of the window of the funeral car and wondered what had happened to the sweet boy who had promised to look after her while their mum was in hospital, and she’d been so scared.
She thought about the slip of paper that was tucked into her bra. The White Room was auditioning for singers next week, and she had been carrying the advert around for days now, trying to work out if her dream was worth more than family loyalty. She knew that Tommy White was the instigator of all the bad things that had happened to her family but with this job he could be her saviour. She thought about what Archie’s reaction would be and shivered. It was the only thing holding her back.
She had met Tommy once before, quite by accident, at an event she had gone to with a friend. She was totally aware that he had a reputation as a bit of a ladies man and she could see why. Up close, regardless of the air of total ruthlessness that he carried with him, he was one of the best looking men she had seen in a long time. She was aware that it was ridiculous to find the man that had ordered her dad’s brutal murder attractive but then not much in Raine’s life had been normal so far.
Something about Tommy and the way he had taken her hand and kissed it had made her feel things she hadn’t felt in a very long time. He had made her feel calm and safe, he had made her feel noticed and he had made her feel like a woman rather than the entertainment. She’d wondered if he had any idea who she was, but if he did he made no mention of it. He’d bought her and her friend a glass of champagne and talked to them about the event, his thoughts on the charity that they were supporting and how much work he had on the next day. Which had also been his cue to leave, and Raine had been strangely disappointed, even though by then he had already had Archie beaten on more than one occasion.
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