by Liz Gavin
Too hot to handle
Liz Gavin
Too hot to handle
Copyright 2013 by Liz Gavin
Published by Elessar Books
All rights reserved, including the right to publish this book or portions thereof (except for reviews, news media reports, brief quotes with attribution, and purposes of promotion of this book or other novels by Liz Gavin) in any form whatsoever.
This book is a work of fiction. All characters in this novel are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The material in this book is for mature audiences only because it contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18 only.
All participants in sexual activities within this book are over the age of 18.
Table of Contents
Between The Ghost And The Dom
Her Favorite Ghost
Take me to the Domme
In The Lounge
Powerless
At Club Desire
Other books by Liz Gavin
Sexy novels
Luck of the Irish
Upside Down - Complete Edition
Upside Down – The Serials
Book 1
Book 2
Book 3
Book 4
Book 5
Maureen
Steamy short stories & Collections
At the club
BDSM & Paranormal BOX SET
Between the Ghost and the Dom
Club Desire Collection
Fallen Angel – Chapter 1
Flying High
Girls have fun
Halloween at Club Desire
Halloween Collection
Halloween no Clube Desire (Portuguese Edition)
Her favorite Ghost
In the Lounge
Luck of the Irish
No Clube Desire (Portuguese Edition)
Maureen’s Tale (The Dark Side Series Book 1)
Maureen’s Lesson (The Dark Side Series Book 2)
Maureen’s Reward (The Dark Side Series Book 3)
Powerless
Sem Força (Portuguese Edition)
Take me to the Domme
Too hot to handle
Between The Ghost And The Dom
“Give up, woman. It’s no use.”
“I’ll never give up on you. You’re mine.”
“I’m not yours, or anybody else’s for that matter. Now, get off of my bed.”
Marie-Claudette ignores me, the angry, naked man lying beneath her and leans down to kiss me again. She’s tied me to the bed and is straddling me. But no amount of cajoling on her part has been able to make my dick get hard and cooperate with the seduction she had planned so carefully.
She has been harassing me for months now. I don’t know why she thinks she’s in love with me. I’m used to women flirting with me. With my looks and money, that’s a given. But they know when they’re not wanted. That’s just not the case with Marie-Claudette. And it’s not a good idea to be rude to her or openly defy her. She’s a powerful witch, you know. So, I lay there hoping she gets tired of this useless pursuit.
She shoves her tongue inside my mouth and I feel nauseated. I want it to end. I would pump my dick into action if I could and if it meant the torture would end. But I’m helpless.
She’s getting angry about the whole situation. Good, maybe she’ll let me be now.
“What’s going to take for you to fuck me?”
“I would if I could, believe me. Too bad my cock is not in the mood today.”
“It’s never in the mood. I’m getting tired of this. I love you and all, but I’ve got my needs, you know.”
Marie-Claudette gets off of me and stands beside the bed looking down at me. She seems very angry and unsure of what to do next. After a few moments, she bends down to grab her clothes and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Very well, then. It’s your choice. But if I can’t have you, no one else will.”
She gets dressed and starts moving in circles around the big four-posted bed. She’s chanting in a strange language I don’t understand. It sounds like French but it isn’t. I start to panic but there’s nothing I can do to stop the crazy woman. She’s casting a spell on me.
“Marcel Revault, I curse thee to stay in this house forever more. Nobody comes in and nobody goes out after I leave today.”
***
That’s how I became a ghost in this huge, beautiful French Quarter mansion. She left there, tied to the bed. I screamed until my voice disappeared. I cried. I prayed but Marie-Claudette never came back and her spell prevented people from hearing me or entering the house.
My friends must have assumed I got myself entangled with some married lady with a jealous and dangerous husband and had to disappear from town for a while. I had done it before so it would be a fair bet.
The spell was lifted only when the witch died, many years later. And my body had turned to dust in the heat and damp of New Orleans. So when the government seized my properties for lack of an heir and sold the house, I wasn’t even a memory any more.
Now, I’m bound to the house but I don’t complain about it. Although there’s an art gallery on the ground floor, this is in fact a very busy and exclusive sex club named Desire. I get to participate in many interesting little scenes. People can be quite kinky.
But my favorite is a client called Clara. She’s a movie star and she’s one of the few people who can see me and interact with me. Most people can do that only when they’re sleeping. But that’s not the case with my little Clara. The naughty woman loves that, actually.
I heard the manager talking to her on the phone earlier and found out she’s coming tonight. My dick has been hard ever since the phone call. She’s so hot. She’s a gorgeous tall woman with a curvaceous body and flaming red hair. All these attributes bought her ticket out of Gutterville, Nowhere, USA to the big screen. Granted, she started in porn but now she’s a respected actress.
I sense her coming and rush to the front door. She’s wearing heavy make-up: purple eye shadow to highlight her dark green eyes, vibrant red lipstick and just a touch of blush. I can see she’s wearing no bra under a white see-through top with long transparent sleeves that she wears under a black leather corset. It fastens under her large breasts, pushing them up a bit. She’s wearing black silk stockings and my favorite black leather mini skirt. I bet the stockings are held on the top of her generous thighs by red garters. It’s her trademark, along with her black lacy panties.
Her large breasts are my favorite feature and I squeeze them slightly and pinch her nipples as she stands at the door, waiting for the hostess to come. She smiles at me and I see a shiver of pleasure travels down her spine. I bet a gush of hot liquid is forming in her cunt.
She can’t talk to me out loud but I can read her mind and she knows it. So, she tells me that after ditching her band of P.A.’s, body guards and fans and leaving the hotel undetected, Clara walked to Club Desire. It’s not far from her luxurious suite at the Omni Royal Orleans, but because of the paparazzi she had to disguise herself and got out of the hotel though a back door. After a 10-minute walk up Royal Street, she arrived at the little art gallery. It looks so innocent on the outside. But a passer-by would never guess what really goes on in the rest of the place.
“Good evening, Madam.”
A stunning brunette, with the face of an angel and a perfect body made for sin, wrapped in black leather and wearing impossibly high heels, greets her at the door to the Club. She smiles sweetly at Clara, dimples and all.
“Hello. I’ve booked the Golden Suite for tonight.”
No names are necessary, here.
“Yes, madam,
it’s ready for you. Would you like to have a drink at the bar before going up?”
“No, just take me to the suite. I don’t have much time tonight. And make sure Sam knows I’ve already arrived.” Then she adds, as a second thought. “Please.”
Clara is a powerful person in Hollywood and she’s used to ordering people around. Not here, though. In Club Desire she’s the best sub any Dom could wish for. Tonight, Sam is going to be the lucky bastard. He’s one of her favorites. I don’t blame her. He’s very good at what he does and he’s gorgeous as hell.
The beautiful young woman nods and takes Clara straight to the top floor where the largest suite had been booked in advance.
“The scene has been set following your instructions, Madam. We hope you like it.”
“I’ll check it out now. If there’s any problem, I’ll call you. What’s your name?”
“It’s Jenny, Madam.”
“Very well, Jenny. Thank you.”
“Is there anything else I can do for you tonight, Madam?”
“No, that’ll be all.”
When the brunette leaves her alone, Clara takes her time checking the suite out. It looks like an old Venetian ballroom decorated for an extravagant masquerade. The furniture is old European style; not very practical but extremely gracious. The huge four-poster bed is covered with red and golden cushions over a black brocade bedspread. She can hear faint music as she moves around the room. Everything is there, according to her instructions. Except for Sam, of course. She turns to me, now that we’re alone.
“Sam loves to keep me on my toes, sometimes literally. I prefer when he makes my toes curl, though. Oh, God! What’s taking him so long? I can feel the liquid heat pooling between my legs. This anticipation is killing me. I’m sure knows that, the bastard.”
“Clara, my dear, you know he has a day job. He must’ve gotten held up. Nobody would keep you waiting if they could be with you instead. I can keep you company and maybe warm you up while we wait.”
She laughs at my joke. Sam doesn’t know I exist and he’d be very angry if his sub started her party without him.
Sam drives carriages around the French Quarter. Surprisingly enough, this is a great way for picking up dates. There’s always a lonely tourist doing some touristic stuff thinking they are getting a real taste of what Nola! Most of them would like to get a taste of Sam, instead. Women and men, alike. He’s got a square jaw, dark blue eyes and black hair. He’s 5’7” and his muscled body is framed by golden skin.
Business has been slow lately, with the tourists vanishing and the city looking so run-down. Luckily, his good looks had landed him this gig at Club Desire a few years ago. He helps the clients fulfill their kinkiest fantasies. Since this is an invitation/referral-only kind of place, the owners pay good money for the employees’ silence. The members are some of the biggest celebrities in the world, but you’ll never hear them mention this place.
“My dick has been throbbing all day at the thought of your long legs wrapping around my waist, your feet locking behind my back as I bang you without mercy and make your beautiful tits spill out of your soft leather corset.”
Clara blows me a kiss and winks at me as she gets to the center of the room, her pulse accelerates and she feels the air changing all around her. There’s a strange energy in the room now. Sam is coming and she doesn’t have time to answer me.
Sam’s voice sounds from behind her. She had been so distracted she didn’t hear him coming in. His deep, masculine growl rolls over her body, sending a delicious shudder down her spine and playing with her already wet and aching sex. His tone is unmistakable.
“Why are you standing there still dressed? Don’t you know better than that, cat?”
Sam uses the pet name he’s given her at the Club as if she needed a reminder of who’s in charge now.
“Keep your eyes down and strip for me. Slowly. If you please me enough, I might consider a kinder punishment.”
Sam is unaware of the third party in the room. Although he feels something different in the air, and all his body hair is standing, he puts it down to his primitive lust for Clara.
“It’s been too long since I last fucked you. You shouldn’t take that long to come visit us, you know. Now I’ll have to control myself not to rush your scene. I’ve been fighting a hard-on for most of the day. The only thing I could think about was your hot mouth sucking me dry.”
He sits down on the bed to watch his cat get naked. She’s a vision. Her large breasts are almost spilling out of the cleavage. He’s dying to have them in his huge hands to do with them whatever he wants to. His dick is getting hard again.
I’m a few feet away, leaning on the wall and watching Clara, who’s about to start her little private peep-show. My crotch gets tight and my cock is fully alert. My proximity affects her and her breathing changes. It gets heavier, more excited. I can almost hear her heart beating. I get closer and run my hand over one long leg. Her sharp intake of air and sigh are so loud that Sam can hear her.
“What’s the matter, pet? Am I bothering you?” He asks, raising a perfect eyebrow.
“No, Sir! Absolutely not! It’s just that I’m so excited I’ve got goose bumps all over my body.”
She replies, keeping her eyes cast down as he had commanded her to do.
“Is that right? Can I do that to you just by watching you? Well, then, tell me exactly how you feel as you undress for me, cat. Let me know what else I can make you feel.”
Clara sensuously stretches her arms above her head, rolling her hips as she slowly runs her hands over her body and reaches back for the zipper. She opens it and I run my fingers over the soft skin that she slowly reveals. This is a little game we love to play. She tells her Dom he’s doing to her what I’m doing. It’s very hot and they have no clue what’s really going on. She gets turned on, I get a hard-on and everybody wins.
“It’s like your hands are on my body, Sir. As the cool air touches my bare skin it’s like your fingers are running all over my body.”
She rubs her soft, strong hands, along her thighs, kneading the flesh and torturing both me and Sam as the skimpy piece of clothing travels over her perfect legs down to the floor. I kneel in front of her and place a gentle kiss on her navel just above her sex.
“I can feel your hot breathe on me, Sir, on my belly, on my crotch and on my cunt.”
She continues her narrative, following his instructions but wickedly following her words with her own hands.
“That’s so hot.”
Sam can hardly get the words out through his clenched teeth. His dick is so hard his pants seem uncomfortable. Her movements hypnotize him. She’s so responsive.
“I feel your hands on my breasts, Sir.”
She cups her breasts and lifts them up to him, showing off her perfect tits and making them pop out of the white thin top. Her brown nipples are two hard pebbles offering themselves to Sam, begging for him to suck them. His cock jerk and his mouth go dry. He swallows hard and runs his tongue over his parched lips. When Clara starts unhooking her corset, Sam barks. His voice sounds hoarse and strangled.
“Don’t! Leave it on! Lose the top but leave the corset. I’ve jerked off this afternoon imagining you wearing one and nothing else while I banged you against the wall.”
She shivers slightly at his words and my tongue slips inside her folds. I had been teasing her but the movement caught me off guard. She trembles even more.
“I feel you all over my body, sir: your hands, your mouth, your tongue.”
I help her get out of the clothes, running my ghostly hands over her smooth skin, leaving her breathless. Clara is so turned on that her juices are pooling deep inside and slowly overflowing her sex. She gasps and moans as my mouth traces her side, from her thigh to her breast. I watch her nipples tautening further as I massage them before clamping my mouth on one. I suck at it, I bite it hard, then twirl my tongue around it, over and over again. She arches her back and cries out.
“You�
��re suckling my tits, now, Sir. It feels so wicked but I love it. I’m your slut and you do whatever you want to do with me.”
Sam can’t sit still on the bed any longer. He stands up, twirls her around and pushes her forward until the wall.
“Spread you legs. Put your hands up the wall. You’ll need it to keep your balance. ”
He grinds his erection on her round, bare ass. He pulls her back flush to his front, pressing both hands firmly on her naked stomach. He groans and fights to keep his own body under control at the feel of her smooth skin under his hands. Clara feels his hard cock nudging her butt cheeks through his pants.
“God, he’s huge!”
She reaches around to grab it, hungry to free it from Sam’s ever tightening pants so she can feel the hot throbbing flesh in her hands. But Sam slaps her hand away. The shocking sting robs her breathe and she winces at the mirroring jolt of energy to her clit. Pain and pleasure.
“No, no, no, my slutty cat. You don’t get to touch. You don’t make a sound and you don’t move. Unless I tell you to.”
“Crazy asshole! How am I supposed to do that?”
Feeling helpless, she curses him in her head before regaining control of herself; enough to voice her agreement.
“Yes, Sir.”
He spanks her buttock, a series of hard slaps, right and left. At once, her creamy skin shows the red imprints of his hands.
“Did I tell you to talk, slut?”
Although the violent assault takes her by surprise, the stinging sensations travel all the way to her soaking wet pussy, igniting her clit. Clara can feel more of her moisture dripping from her smoldering sex on to her thighs. Sam smells her arousal and a smug smile splits his lips, as he nibbles her neck and bites his way to her smooth shoulder. He slowly moves one hand down her belly until he finds her folds.
“Hm, is it all for me, my horny cat?”
He taunts her before entering her with two fingers. He moves them inside her hot cave until he finds her pleasure nub. He circles her clit, pressing the pads of his fingers down hard and pinching the little nub.