Six Degrees of Passion

by Savannah Chase

  She stood there in her bra and panties trembling with lust while he just stared at her. She clamped her legs together and dropped her gaze. Her eyes focused on his hard cock and a moan trickled out of her mouth.

  He cupped her face in his hand. “Vicky, come with me.”

  She followed behind him as he led the way downstairs to the basement – their playroom.

  Vicky was sure knew what he expected and what was about to happen. She walked directly over to their spank bench and knelt on the padded bench – her ass raised high, her legs spread wide.

  Winston watched as Vicky stretched across the raised portion of the bench. She deftly placed her hands and feet through the bench’s restraints. She lay there quietly waiting for her punishment.

  She knew she deserved it and she was ready. It would hurt, a lot and she didn’t know if she could take it and not cry out in pain, a no-no when she got punished. But if Winston didn’t care enough to punish her after she’d been so bad, well – that would hurt even more.

  Winston walked up behind her and began to rub her ass. She wanted to remind him to secure the restraints before he began to spank her, but she didn’t dare speak. The cheeks of her ass quivered in anticipation. When he slipped two fingers in her wet pussy, she sighed.

  “Vicky, since you have shown me that you think our rules are made to be broken. I’m going to break one of my own rules tonight. You expect to be spanked tonight. Actually, by the way you’ve acted - I think you want to be spanked. Is that right, you want to be spanked? You can answer now.”

  This isn’t what she expected and she wasn’t sure how to reply. Her whole body was on fire, lust and desire clouded her mind. A thought formed in her head and she was about to answer when Winston removed his finger from her pussy. She sighed with the lost of contact, he wanted more and before she could react - he jammed all of his cock inside her cunt with one full thrust.

  “Arrrrgrh,” she cried as his balls slapped against her ass.

  He grabbed her hair and started pounding her pussy with savage thrust. His cock was so far upside her it took her breath way.

  “Don’t say another word,” Winston growled in her ear. “This is for me, just take it and be quiet.”

  He fucked her hard and deep. Her climax washed over her in a rush and her pussy gushed all over his cock. A second climax followed on the heels of the first one, and then Winston pulled out of her pussy and without hesitation shoved his cream covered cock balls deep inside her ass.

  “Arrrrggh, oh God, oh God,” Vicky moaned

  “Fuck, fuck – damn your ass is tight. Now just take it like a good girl – take every last inch up your sweet ass.”

  Winston reached around and his finger unerringly found Vicky’s clit. She loved to be ass fucked and when he rubbed her clit at the same time, it guaranteed she’d have a massive orgasm.

  A thin sheen of sweat covered her body. He rolled his hips and rubbed place inside her he’d never touched before. A tremendous jolt of hot and cold consumed her flesh.

  “Fuck, fuck. Winston, I going to cum, oh my god I’m going to cum. Arrrrrrrrhh, I’m cumming.”

  Winston’s strong hands held her hips firm. He kept stroking in and out of her and rubbed her clit to push her over the edge. At last, she fell still and he didn’t last long much longer. She felt his cock buck inside her and she squeezed her sphincter to make it good for him.

  “Arrrrrrh, here it cums Vicky, here it cums. Oh fuck, shit – I’m cumming.” He emptied his nuts inside her and flooded her ass with his warm cum.

  He pulled out with a loud pop and she lay there trembling as climatic aftershocks rocked her body. She struggled to breathe, but let out a sigh of relief in thanks that her punishment hadn’t been worse. Suddenly her eyes snapped open at the sounds of the restraints locking into place.

  “Ok Vicky, now it’s time for your real punishment.” Smack, smack.

  The End

  Worthy To Please

  by Savannah Chase

  All eyes were focused on Mistress as she made her way through the club in my direction.

  She wasn’t paying any attention to anyone around her, just me. The looks and stares she garnered as she passed by the other patrons were ones of curiosity and a hint of jealousy.

  She'd set her sights on me. Her eyes were filled with fire and need.

  With every step of her long luscious legs, her hips swayed seductively, knocking men off their bar stools as they looked with their mouth open. Her presence radiated power, control, demanding attention, and obedience. Fantasies filled their minds, as they tried to hide their visible erections, which I could tell made them shift uncomfortably in their seats.

  Looking at Mistress, my heart skipped a beat. They could all look, but not one would ever touch. I’m the one who'd won her heart, her love.

  When Mistress stopped in front of me, she lingered for a moment, and I couldn’t miss the gasps from a few people around us. I could feel their eyes focused on both of us, waiting to see what would happen next.

  Her full pouty, crimson red lips brushed against mine, sending fire through me. I wanted to reach out and touch her but I held back and hooked my finger into the back of my dress to do something with my hand.

  "You've been a good girl tonight," she told me before capturing my mouth.

  Parting my lips, I welcomed her inside. Her tongue swiped against mine, and our warm breaths collided with urgent need and insatiable passion.

  “I shall be waiting for you in the private lounge,” she breathlessly told me before vanishing into the darkened corner of the club.

  What does she have planned for me? Thoughts flood my mind with wonder. I want to follow her now, but I have to be patient. I look around and nobody is watching me anymore.

  They’ve all gone back to focusing on their own evening.

  I barely wait a minute before I turn back and the sound of my clicking heals is drowned out by the chatter of the club. With trembling fingers, I reached for the chain around my neck and undid the clasp, letting the top fall, exposing my hard aching nipples. The darkness hid me from prying eyes as I allowed the dress to fall to the floor. I’m left in nothing but my heels and stockings. The cool air of the club caressed my feverish skin, licking at my sensitive flesh. I quickly retrieved my dress from the floor and made my way towards the private lounge.

  When I entered the quiet room, I discarded my outfit. Mistress Reya is sitting quietly in an antique armchair, her eyes focused away from me. Sir is nowhere in sight, he hasn’t arrived yet to join us. For now, it’s just me and her. That single thought excited me. It had been a while since I’d been alone with her and I’d missed the time we’d spent together.

  I loved them both, but a part of me always wondered if I’d pleased them enough during my time spent being trained. If I’d ever been truly worthy enough to be touched by their skillful hands. Or be deserving of their never ending love.

  Brushing her fingers over her forehead Mistress inhaled a deep breath. Her long toned legs were spread so far apart it lifted the short silk dress she’d changed into. The slip of material raised just enough to give me a tease of her beautiful glistening pussy, barely covered by the sheer material of see through panties.

  I could only bite down on my lip, holding back my hungry moan, to keep from dropping to my knees to taste her. Every second of silence echoed into my heart.

  I focused my eyes on the riding crop she rolled between her sensual manicured fingers.

  Each swipe brought the ache to the surface as my cunt clenched with need. My nipples, weighted down by the clamps I’d been given earlier as a gift, only made me impatient.

  “You’ve surprised me my love. How well you’ve accepted your training.”

  The sound of her voice caressed my skin, heating every part of me. I’ve pleased my Mistress and that makes me purr in satisfaction.

  Mistress turned her head and focused her eyes in my direction. Her gaze seared through me like always as she slowly lifte
d the crop. The hard leather glided up my stocking covered leg, causing me to shiver. Every inch, it went higher and higher.

  With a swift motion of her wrist, she flicked the tip against my aching wet pussy and I couldn’t help but suck in a deep breath. The light sting of the soft cool leather against my lips shot fiery heat through my body.

  I had to breathe, focus, and control my body, which is quickly betraying me.

  The crop snapped down my other leg, awakening nerve endings in my body before she repeated the motion once more. The pain only caused my heart to race faster, my breath hitching.

  I struggled to hold back my moans that continued to escape me.

  Over and over she repeated the motion.

  Smack

  Smack

  Smack

  The crop hit me, making my pussy cream over and over with each contact.

  I fisted my hands, digging my nails into my skin to keep myself from reaching between my thighs and fucking myself with my impatient fingers.

  When the leather hit me once more, I threw my head back as the pleasure began to explode within me. She will make me cum right here where I stand without ever laying a hand on me. Just with her powerful crop.

  “I know you like that, don’t you?”

  Lifting my head, I can feel the tingling, the ache coming to the surface.

  “Yes Mistress, I like it. My body craves it. But I would much rather feel your fingers against my aching pussy.”

  My eyes darted away from her and returned to the floor. I focused my sight on her long soft tanned legs. They held so much power, just as she did.

  “You must be patient my pet. Your pleasure shall come soon enough”

  “Yes Mistress.”

  She moved the crop away from me and stood it next to the chair, close enough for her to reach and punish me if the need arose.

  “I want you on your knees my beautiful. Tonight you will show me just what that bratty mouth of yours can do.”

  Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees, the hard floor and rough carpet digging into my sensitive flesh, but I didn’t care. I will always do as she asks of me. This is what I’ve wanted, to be trained and taught by Sir and Mistress, to be owned and to submit to them with every part of me.

  I watched as she stroked her hand down her thigh, before her fingers wrapped around the delicate fabric and she tore her panties off. The mere sight nearly makes me cum. My body is wound like a ticking time bomb and there is no slowing me down.

  “You may have a taste,” she said and ran a single finger down her lips.

  Inching closer, my long brown hair cascades down my shoulders. The glistening cream from her lips calls to me for the tasting.

  Reaching out, I ran my fingers down her warm sex before I parted her lips. I opened my mouth and glided my tongue over her warm juices, her taste filling me, coating my skin.

  Slowly my tongue swirled over her clit, flickering, teasing her. I’m filled with insatiable hunger while her beautiful moans filled the empty room. I want more of her, to give her everything she desires.

  I plunged deeper inside her, sucking, milking her body of the sweetest nectar of cream.

  Before I can stop myself I slid one finger and then another into her warm channel, feeling her clench around me.

  “Yes my sweetness, yes,” she cried out.

  I thrust them deeper and slowly she rocked her hips, bucking them forward. I worked my tongue as I slid my fingers in and out. The beating of my heart brought me to life, as my need pushed me, feeding my hunger. My nipples ached for her touch as the weights continued to tug on them; my throbbing cunt craving for her pleasure.

  Every part of me is working overtime, as my senses collide and explode.

  I barely hear the sound of the door closing behind me as I continue my assault against her pussy. My fingers worked feverishly, pumping harder and faster, my tongue lapping at her juices.

  “Oh my baby, that feels so good,” she told me, her moans surrounding us.

  “My two favorite ladies got started without me,” Sir’s smooth powerful voice echoed from behind me.

  I trembled with anticipation as his footsteps near me. When he grabbed my thong and ripped it off, I moaned into my Mistress’ pussy, letting my voice vibrate through her.

  All my senses are flying high like a rollercoaster and I panted with hunger and with need.

  I can’t control it. Sir’s hand caressed my ass before I felt him behind me. His cock teased my aching cunt and I moaned again. Heated breaths fell against her lips as my tongue flicked her swollen clit.

  “Oh my Pussy, you are so wet, so ready for me to fuck you,” he said to me.

  I can barely breathe as his massive cock filled me, stretching me - sliding in with ease.

  I continued tasting, sucking my Mistress as he rested his hands on my hips and thrust in deeper. Our bodies rocked as he fucked me harder and harder. My nipples are tugged as the clamps sway back and forth, adding more beautiful pain and pleasure to my body. I’m still wound up from what she’d done to me earlier, and the familiar tingling returns within moments.

  I can feel it roaring to the surface with every pump, with each slap of his balls against my sensitive flesh.

  I quicken my pace, working my fingers in and out. She is nearing her climax and I can feel it as her body tenses up with each passing second.

  My own orgasm neared and my body is powerless against my exploding nerve endings.

  Sir pounded into me, with hurry and hunger. I can’t take it. My body is his.

  Slap

  Slap

  His balls slapped against me. My pussy clenched as I surrendered. Delving my tongue deeper inside her, she cried out in a heated moment. Her breathing is labored as she moaned in a pleasure of ecstasy.

  Her cries sent me over the edge and my own orgasm claimed me as he continued to fuck me faster and harder. I panted as I released her and closed my eyes, trying to hold up my weakened body.

  He drained me of everything left inside me as he growled and his body tensed.

  “Fucking yes,” he cried out in release as his fingers dug into my hips and his body shuddered.

  I felt spent and drained of all energy as my head fell down and I took in deep breaths. I felt sated and wrapped in blissful pleasure.

  All these months of training and learning, surrendering myself bring me all this pleasure.

  As I lifted my head up to look into her eyes, I felt worthy to be the submissive that they’ve both always wanted me to be.

  The End

  INFERNO

  By DH Black

  This is a new added snippet with the same hero as in my top seller and recent #1 at OmniLit from The Retribution Collection also titled Inferno. I love writing about gritty crimes but this time, the heroes are firefighters and have to endure so many aspects of brutality in and out of humanity. Watch how my men fight what is called “the beast” just hours before he fights his own dark cravings.

  Troy Danton wiped the sweat and soot from his face, panting into the mask. The whole building was going to blow and there was little the team could do. Stepping over the debris, he was suddenly knocked to the floor by a harsh boom as fire swept over him, showering flames and embers over his body. Rolling as he’d been trained for so many years, he grunted and struggled to get to his feet as crackling sounds erupted all around him. Barley able to see though the smoke filled haze, he turned his head from side to side in an attempt to find his buddies.

  His efforts useless, he forced his aching body forward and toward the bank of windows as another round of hisses and loud whooshes assaulted his ears. The floors were collapsing beneath him, imploding from the heat and strain of the growing fire, the beast that terrified every firefighter. Determined to make it out of the collapsing building alive, he concentrated on finding the one way out, the only way out, and struggled forward.

  “Troy!”

  The muffled voice came from his right. Troy scanned the perimeter seeing nothi
ng initially, but as he narrowed his eyes, he could just detect a form huddled on the floor.

  Scampering toward the continuing moan, he was able to make out his buddy Brian, pinned underneath a fallen beam. “Fuck!” Dropping to his knees, he immediately wrapped his arms around the steel slat, using his remaining strength to pull to no avail.

  “I’m trapped. There’s no way I can make it,” Brian hissed into the mask, his heated breath steaming up the glass.