Phaze Fantasies, Vol. VI

by Jude Mason, Yvette Hines, Jessie Verino

  The panel made little noise, but she heard the sound of the metal rings on the restraints click together when he removed them from the shelf. Other sounds echoed through the room like he searched through the contents unable to find what he wanted.

  But he must have, because the sound stopped, and without warning, he slipped a blindfold over her eyes and secured it. The air felt different, cooler against her bare skin, with the sense of sight gone. She caught the scent of the fresh flowers she'd ordered before the party, and the clean, male scent of Dante.

  Enjoying the new sensations, the feel of a leather strap around her thigh startled her. More so, because she expected it around her ankle. A moment later, he secured the other strap.

  "Spread your legs a little more.” He nudged her knees with his hands until she was in the position he wanted, then he connected the free ends to the bed posts. The remaining two straps went around her wrists.

  "I'm going have a taste of you, now. You are not allowed to come.” The mattress dipped under his weight as he moved underneath her.

  The first light touch of his tongue against her slit made her jerk against the restraints. They held her almost immobile as his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, teased her.

  "Succulent. Sweet.” He murmured the soft words and licked the length of her.

  Sweet torture. Her whole body vibrated with the mounting need. Writhed within the confines of the unforgiving restraints. She pumped her hips, trying in vain to press him beyond the slow, maddening rhythm which kept her on edge without pushing her over.

  Just as she got close, he pulled away, and she clenched her teeth to keep from screaming in frustration.

  "You need to learn a little patience. Take my cock in your mouth."

  The cuffs at her wrist allowed her enough movement to lower her head, but the black silk cloth covering her eyes made the seemingly easy task more difficult.

  "Feel for my cock with your tongue."

  Close, she thought, when he tongue scraped through his tuft of pubic hair. Adjusting, she moved a little to the left and felt his balls on her lips, his shaft pressed against her cheek.

  "You don't get off until my cock is in your mouth."

  As a punishment, this worked better than the spanking. Every time she got close, he moved his dick out of her reach, or covered it with his hand, to keep her just shy of the mark. He rubbed the head across her tongue, her lips, but wouldn't allow her more than brief contact.

  The game consumed and all thoughts of her own release fled. Desperate now for the prize, she wanted nothing more than to suck him. To please him.

  And wasn't that the point? Her role? A moan escaped with the breath she'd held. Finally, she stopped fighting and accepted it. Embraced it.

  Stock still, she ignored the excited tremble in her lips, parted them, and waited.

  The fingertips of his right hand trailed over her ribs, her stomach, and slid deep into her pussy as his cock filled her mouth.

  She felt his breath hitch, felt it feather her skin when he exhaled, and took all he gave her.

  "You have permission to come now."

  Scorching heat fanned out from where his tongue flicked over her clit. He pumped his finger at a frantic pace, while he sucked on the engorged nub. Blood rushed through her, her heart pounded, and she couldn't get enough air.

  Dante swallowed. Released her clit. “God, you're so wet. Your mouth, your pussy. I want to feel you come. Hear you.” His lips brushed against her. “Let go for me, Alex. Come for me."

  Unable to stop it, the scream escaped from her throat, and her muscles clenched around his finger. Almost violent tremors pulsed through her body. She felt her juices on his hand as it scraped against the skin of her thighs, the sharp pounding of his knuckles against her with every rapid thrust, and still he didn't let up. Kept pounding into her, his fingers forcing the passion from her even when her mind was too far gone to register anything but the intense pleasure.

  "Again. Come for me again."

  The second wave swelled and crushed through her, over her. Smothered her in heat, while spasms rocked her. Restrained, as much by Dante's will as the leather bindings, she had no choice but to accept the whole raw intensity of it.

  Drained, her mouth slipped off his cock, and her upper body collapsed. The wiry hair on Dante's thigh brushed her cheek. Her left breast pressed uncomfortably against the hard shaft. Her arms trembled from the exertion.

  Even now, exhausted and spent, her mind, her body, craved more.

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  Chapter Six

  Somewhere, in the back of her sex-hazed mind, she realized Dante hadn't come, and the thought sent another flood of excitement. Gave her enough energy to raise herself back to the position.

  "You are incredible, Alex.” He sucked a spot on the inside of her thigh, branding her with his love mark. “You came so hard for me, and I want to come hard for you."

  His hands stroked up her legs and cupped her butt. “Do you want me to come for you?"

  She felt his fingers probe her crack, press gently against the little bud of her ass. “Yes, I want you."

  The pressure of his finger increased until the tip penetrated, then he slid the length of it fully into the tight hole. “Here?"

  Breathless now, she wiggled her hips a little. “Yes."

  "Yes, what? Ask me, Alex. I won't unless you ask."

  This was the moment. Even while his finger created delicious sensations she'd never imagined, stretching her, he was giving her an out. That he would offer it proved to her she'd been right about him, despite evidence to the contrary. Their attraction had grown in a few short hours to more than sex and control, and she wanted to experience all of her fantasies with him. To see just how far they could go.

  "Yes, sir. I want to feel your cock up my ass. I want you to come hard for me."

  He removed his finger, leaving an empty feeling, and slid his body out from under her. Cool air brushed between her legs, made her shiver. Behind her, she heard the flip of a plastic cap and envisioned those wonderful fingers applying lubricant, stroking his dick, maybe slipping on a cock ring to increase his pleasure.

  Anticipation vibrated through her, and a frisson of excitement radiated from her core. More than the soft sound of his movements, she felt him behind her.

  The mattress shifted under his weight, and his hands spread her cheeks wide. The head of his cock teased her, rubbed lightly down her crack, and settled at her anus. “Ready,” he asked.

  "Yes."

  "Push against me.” He gripped her hips and slowly slid his cock into her ass.

  A little uncomfortable at first, but not unpleasant. He filled her, let her adjust to his size, to the strange sensations assaulting her, to the pressure. Surprised, she felt the length of him against the back of her vaginal wall. Need forced her to pump against it.

  Dante's first few strokes, smooth and short, had her squirming. “More. I want more."

  Fingertips bit into the flesh of her hips. He increased the rhythm, pounding into her hard and fast. Friction built, hot and molten, in her ass, her pussy. Her breasts swelled and her nipples tightened as they swayed with the force of his thrusts.

  Raw emotion took over, and she clawed at the soft down comforter like an animal trying to take more, all, from him. The musky scent of the act filled the room, spurred her toward climax.

  "Beautiful. Mine.” Dante growled the words and plunged deeper. He moved his left hand and rubbed her clit with swift, hard circles. “Do you know what it feels like when you come? When your pussy clenches, so does your sweet little ass, only harder. Give it to me, Alex."

  Unable, and unwilling to stop the violent spasms, she rode them. Even when her ass throbbed and burned, when his thrusts became rough, uncontrolled, everything inside her went out to Dante. Sought to please him. She felt his cock pulse, felt his cum flood inside her, and crying out her pleasure and pain, she collapsed.

  Soft light teased her awake. Dante had remo
ved all the restraints, and she laid curled into his side. “Wow."

  Gently, he stroked his fingers through her hair and smiled. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He shifted, kissed her lightly on the lips. “You can have the bathroom to clean up. I'll take the open shower. I'd join you, but it gives me ideas, and I think you might be a little sore."

  "Appreciate it,” she answered, thankful he'd offered. A steaming hot shower sounded like heaven. Using what little was left of her strength, she climbed out of the bed after Dante and walked to the private en-suite bath.

  Dante was gone when she came back out.

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  Chapter Seven

  He couldn't hit the send button. The biggest story of his pitiful career, the shining tidbit being when he accidentally walked in on Senator Crawford giving one of the statues a blowjob, and his conscience wouldn't let him send it to the magazine. Not because he'd participated in one of Alexandria Darnoud's scandalous parties, but because...

  Well, hell. Here in his dingy, little apartment, alone with his laptop, he had to be honest. He felt something for Alex and wanted to explore those feelings. It hadn't been just great sex. She'd sparked a fire in him with her take no prisoners business attitude and flamed it with her subtle transition to sexual servant. The way he just knew what she wanted, even when she didn't know herself. And the way she responded, totally without barriers; the trust humbled him.

  He stood and paced around the tiny room. He'd have to make sacrifices. No more writing for the scandal sheets when most of her friends and acquaintances ended up as the stars of his articles. He could live with that.

  Or, he might be blowing smoke out his ass. Trying to see substance in an illusion. For all he knew, she had bought all the statues at one time or another for her games. But it didn't feel right. No way would she give up her position as the boss. The other guys respected, and even feared her a little, at work.

  Grit from lack of sleep coated his eyes, and he scrubbed a hand over his face for relief. Sleep was what he needed now. His mind was too foggy to think straight. Eight hours flat on his back, and then he'd go to the mansion and talk to Alex.

  * * * *

  Refreshed, he rode the motorcycle through the gates of the mansion, parked, and entered through the gym.

  John was the only one in the room at this time of day, and he watched Dante with blood in his eye. “You got a lot of nerve coming back here."

  "What's that supposed to mean?” Dante asked.

  In answer, John's fist connected to Dante's jaw, but before the man could land another punch, Alexandria's voice sounded through the speaker. “Bring him to my office, John. And don't hit him again."

  Confused, Dante held his hands out, showing John he didn't intend to fight. “What the hell is going on?"

  "Boss says she wants to talk to you. Personally, I'd rather wipe the floor with your pretty face, but it isn't my decision."

  Empty hallways greeted them as they made their way through the house to Alexandria's office. John knocked and entered without waiting for an answer.

  "That will be all, John. I can handle it from here."

  "You sure? Maybe I should stay outside the door. Just in case."

  All she had to do was raise a delicate eyebrow, and John nearly bowed out of the room, but Dante saw by the look on John's face that he didn't like it.

  Still puzzled, Dante walked to the chair in front of her desk and saw why John was so upset. The article, in all its sordid glory, graced the front page of the rag lying on top of the polished wood. Dear God, had he sent it and not remembered? No, he knew he didn't send the article in. He pointed to the paper. “I didn't do that."

  A smile tugged at the corners of Alexandria's mouth. “You didn't write it?"

  "No. Yes.” He dragged a hand through his hair and slumped into the chair. “I mean, yes I wrote it. I don't know what to tell you. I didn't transmit it to the magazine."

  She gave him a sly smile. “I know."

  "What?” Not the answer he expected. “I don't understand."

  "Occasionally, pictures, or accounts of certain activities make it to the Internet, which makes some very influential people uncomfortable. I have employees who take care of such matters."

  "Hackers? You hacked into my computer and sent my article to the magazine? Why? And how did you know?"

  Looking at him, she took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. “Did you really believe I'd accept anyone in my employment without a thorough background check?"

  Damn, he'd never thought about background checks. Sloppy.

  "I see by the look on your face that you did. I'll have to say, your cover story was perfect. If I hadn't dug a little deeper, I would have never known you were a slimy, bottom feeding reporter."

  He winced, but had the good sense not to deny the truth.

  "Why didn't you send in the article, Dante?"

  "I wanted you more than I wanted the story."

  She moved behind the desk. A position of power. “Last night was..."

  "You'd damn well better not say it was a mistake, a one time deal, or even a freaking fantasy."

  "It was a fantasy, but I didn't expect it to feel so ... potent, and it scared me. I didn't just give you control, I lost it."

  Hands clenched into fists to keep from shaking her, he took a step back. “And you think I'm the kind of man who would take advantage of that?"

  "What was I supposed to think?” She leaned on the desk. “When I came out of the bathroom you were gone. Snuck out like I was some cheap one-night stand you didn't want to see in the morning."

  "Damn it, I left because I didn't want any of the fallout to land on you. If I'd known you were going to submit the article for me, I wouldn't have bothered."

  Inside, Alexandria's stomach rolled with nerves. Seeing Dante turned her resolve to jelly. All she wanted was to take him to her room and spend the day in bed, but not with secrets between them.

  "Dante, I had already decided Saturday's party would be my last. You're little article sealed the deal for me. No one will want to attend any sort of event at my home, now. I'm finally free to do what I want, without the chains of my family history tying me down."

  He slumped into a chair. “So, you used me."

  "Just as you used me. I'd say we're even. And honestly, I thought you'd write an article, but I never expected to have to use it to bring you back here."

  Choked laughter erupted. “You could have just called."

  "But it wouldn't have been as much fun."

  She walked to him, laid her hands on his shoulders. “I'm ready for the next chapter in my life, and you have a certain creative flare. Will you help me write it?"

  One quick hand struck out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her onto his lap. “On one condition."

  "What."

  "That I'll never have to wear the gladiator costume again."

  She kissed him. “I'm not making any promises."

  "I am. I promise not to sneak out again."

  "That's a promise I'll hold you to.” A squeal left her lips when he stood with her in his arms and walked out the door toward the suite.

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  About the Authors

  Yvette Hines loves romance and writing it is one of her greatest pleasures in life outside of her husband and two children. Her belief in happily ever after began when she was sixteen and started reading romance books. Now as an erotic romance author, she tries to show that every woman no matter color, age, shape or size deserves a high level of passion in her life. Residing in Virginia with her family, she is an avid member of Chesapeake Romance Writers. She loves to hear from her readers: sasseyvettehines@yahoo.com or visit her at SASSE-Yvette-Hines.blogspot.com

  Before becoming an author, Augusta Li studied Classical literature, Romanticism, and art. She's worked as a theatrical set designer and a Renaissance mask-maker. Her stories have appeared on various websites and in anthologies. She also writes y
aoi manga scripts, several of which are being drawn now and will be out next year. Augusta's blood type is A, so she's contemplative, loyal and patient, but sometimes aloof. In her spare time she enjoys industrial music, dancing, wine, exploring old cemeteries, and the company of pale, pretty humans. Visit her at www.myspace.com/augustali, or just keep an eye out for her in some Goth club in the Northeast.

  Jude Mason's imagination frequently leads her astray, and she eagerly follows, while trying to keep out of trouble, or at least not get caught. For those of you who know her, you'll know that's not always easy. A picture, a smell, an unexpected glimpse of flesh, or a load of soil in the back of a pick-up, are all fodder for her writing. Her male characters run the gamut from the dominant male ruling his women with an iron fist, to a simpering purple-clad boy-toy, whose only desire is to please. As diverse and as richly depicted, her women find themselves in a myriad of exotic and erotic situations.

  At the present time, Jude is writing for Phaze and has several books with them and more coming out in the coming months: Amber's Toy, Scorpio Tattoo and Cat's Claw are just a few of what's available now as well as the anthology, 413 Remembrance Lane: Diary of a House. Shoon Joining and her first print book with Phaze, Yes, Ma'am, are due to be released over the next few months. Alessia Brio and Will Belegon have also announced the authors who are to be included in the anthology, Coming Together: Under Fire, and she's extremely proud to have one of her works included in that. All proceeds from that book will benefit relief efforts for the victims of the 2007 Southern California wildfires.

  D. Musgrave grew up being told more often than not that daydreaming was a waste of time. What a crock that turned out to be. Those wild, fanciful dreams were to one day become the fodder for the erotic tales that now flow onto the pages of D.'s stories.

  Since then, a variety of genres have been dabbled in, but the ‘other’ works had no audience, until he connected to the Internet and a whole new world of possibilities for his writing unfolded. Many struggles and much effort later, D. discovered that he indeed could write and, most surprisingly, people wanted to read the words that spilled out of his mind. If anyone is interested in sampling those daydreams that became stories, please visit D.'s website. www.dmusgrave.com.