by Julie Bosso
I wasn’t going to give up men anytime soon, but I knew from that point forward, women would be a part of my sex life forever. Her fingers continued to move until I was pretty sure I couldn’t take anymore, I pushed her away. She rolled over on to the day bed, gasping and breathing heavily. She crawled up and kissed me and my earlier question was answered. I could taste myself on her mouth.
The other two girls finally stopped as well, and all of us lay together on the little daybed, breathing hard and trying to recover from the spontaneous sex. Finally, I sat up and found my clothes. I couldn’t locate my panties, so I just pulled on my bra and then my dress. I guess I wanted to fill the silence because I stupidly said, “Um…was there anything else you needed?”
The question was so absurd that everyone sat shocked for a moment. Then, Miss Sterling started giggling, and the bridesmaids did as well. That set me off, and we were a laughing mess for the next several minutes until we finally got control of ourselves. Miss Sterling, still looking beautiful and innocent in her lingerie walked up and gave me a kiss.
“I’m completely satisfied with your service,” she said. Of course, that brought another round of giggles.
THE SLUT WIFE’S MASTER
A BDSM Erotica Story
by Tracy Bond
all rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
His skin was hot on hers. Their sweat mingled together, and she could taste its concoction on his lips when he kissed her. She was breathless…panting… He was her perfection. He was her world. He was her Master.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her throat. His teeth grazed the skin; she shivered. “I don’t care what other people see. You belong to me.”
“Yes,” she sighed. Her entire being was overflowing with satisfaction and desire. She arched her back with a moan as he thrust into her once more, and when she came, he filled her with himself.
2 Hours Later
“How was your day?” Travis sank into the couch and turned to envelop Paige into his arms. She returned his hug, but as her chin slipped over his shoulder, her eyes met the gaze of the man across the room. Even the look they exchanged sent a sizzle of electricity between her thighs.
“Uneventful,” Paige replied, pulling away from Travis and smiling at him. He smiled back, and she asked, “How was fishing?”
“Pretty great,” he said enthusiastically. “We caught some pretty big ones, bigger than we expected. We didn’t have anywhere to keep them, though, so we had to throw them back.” He swiveled in his seat to face the man against the wall. “You should’ve come with us, Stern.”
“I’m not a fisherman,” Stern said.
“Well, we’re going again tomorrow if you change your mind,” Travis offered. Stern grinned and nodded.
Three guys burst into the room, all carrying fishing poles over their shoulders. “Hey, let’s get going. I’m starving,” one said to the room at large.
“Where’s Nicole?” another asked. He directed his question at Paige.
“I think she just got back from shopping with Laura and Heather,” Paige told him.
Travis looked at her with surprise on his face. “You didn’t go shopping? You never pass up shopping.”
Paige smiled at him. “Yeah, exactly. I figured I’d better stay back or risk spending all our money.”
“Well, not that I don’t want you to have fun, but maybe that was a good idea,” Travis replied good-naturedly. “Don’t hole yourself up in the house, though. We’re only on vacation for another couple of days.” He stood up and stretched. “I’m going to go shower. The sooner we get to the restaurant, the better, or else Mickey will probably eat the house.”
She laughed. Travis kissed her forehead, and then disappeared into the rented vacation home’s hallway. When he had disappeared from sight, she immediately snapped her gaze to Stern, who was already watching her intently. He leaned forward slightly to peek down the hallway for a sign of Travis, then made his way across the room to her. Her breath caught in her throat.
“I want you to wear that little black dress tonight,” he hissed in her ear, “with no panties.”
1 Hour Later
Her legs remained firmly crossed beneath the linen-clothed table. She took a delicate sip of wine, watching the various conversations going on around the table and shifting slightly in her seat. A distinct moisture seemed to dribble down her thighs every time her hazel eyes locked on the chocolate ones a few seats over. Squirming again, she placed her glass back down on the tabletop and licked the remnants of the fruity liquid from her lips. The dark eyes seemed to flash.
“Hey.” Nicole leaned toward Paige beside her and spoke in a subtle voice. “Is something going on with you and Travis?”
“What do you mean?” Paige asked, looking inquiringly at her friend.
“Well, you seem distant with him, and he seems…” Nicole pondered her words before finishing her thought, “oblivious.”
“Oh,” Paige said. “No, we’re fine.”
Nicole made an I-know-you-better-than-that face. “You can tell me, you know,” she said. Paige kept her eyes on the table. “I mean, if you can tell Stern, you can tell me.”
“Tell Stern?” Paige whipped her gaze back up to Nicole at lightning speed.
“Yeah. It’s pretty clear you did; he’s watching you two like a hawk.”
Paige slid her eyes over to Stern again, who, as Nicole noted, was staring conspicuously. “I needed a guy’s opinion,” Paige breathed out. “Everything is okay now. Really.” She turned back to smile in what she hoped was a convincing manner. Nicole still looked curious, but she didn’t press the subject.
Under the table, Travis’s hand began to slide up Paige’s leg. She twitched, her cheeks immediately going red. It wasn’t out of embarrassment for the public display of affection, but it was more so because she immediately knew that she would pay for this later. Stern’s eyes flashed again.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” Travis murmured in her ear. His voice was a pleased purr.
“No,” she gasped. Was she delusional, or was that amusement twitching in Stern’s cheeks?
Travis’s hand wandered further upwards, brushing over her bare pussy lips. She shivered. Oh, if only she could be alone with Stern and he would touch her this way…she would be overtaken with unbearable delight. But no. She was in this restaurant with the wrong hand fondling her.
Rather than disgusting her or turning her off, however, she was only spurred to make sure she got her wish later.
6 Hours Later
Her hands were rendered immobile. She wriggled her hips, tugging on the tight metal enclosed around her wrists and whimpering.
“You belong to me.”
The voice was right beside her ear, and it was the kind of gravelly hiss that made her want to gasp with desire. She sighed, immensely pleased and admittedly intimidated by her situation. Only Stern would put her in a kind of position like this to wake up to—and how arousing it was.
“I will use your body how I please.”
This was not a threat; it was a promise of amazing, frightening, and mind-blowing things to come.
“What about Travis?” she panted. Already, she could feel her liquids slipping down her ass and seeping into the sheets beneath her.
“He left with Ian and the others to go early morning fishing. And I don’t remember authorizing you to talk.” SMACK!
Her pussy seemed to pop with the sharp slap. She knew it was meant as punishment, but she craved this sort of consequence. His distribution of physical punishment only added to her stimulation.
“But one of the girls might wake up,” she breathed into the darkness. She knew she would suffer for her disobedience, but she admittedly wanted it.
“It’s 4:00 in the morning, Paige. Nobody is going to wake up. And”—SMACK—“I didn’t tell you to speak.”
“I’m sorry, Master.” She was throbbing, pulsating, vibrating with insatiable need. Oh, he owned he
r. She was his slave. His wish was her command, and she would see to it that he got whatever he wanted from her.
She felt his hands run over her wrists, fingering the cuffs encircling her skin. “These are so sexy on you,” he whispered. She started to tremble. He hadn’t even done anything to her yet, but she could feel an orgasm beginning to stir in her depths. His voice was like an aphrodisiac. “I love watching you move but knowing you can’t escape.”
“Yes, Master.” She wanted to scream. She wanted him to fill her up and fuck her into oblivion.
“I want to touch you.” His words tickled her ear. She felt his index finger skim the hood of her clit, and she shuddered. “I want your clit to swell for me. I want your pussy to soak my cock.”
“Yes, Master,” she repeated. He was teasing her, but she loved it.
He pulled the hood up and touched the pad of his other index finger to her clit, which was already beginning to grow in size with her arousal. She moaned, rolling her hips to increase the stimulation.
His elbows pressed down into the crevices of her hips. She ceased movement immediately.
“You stay still,” he commanded in a low murmur. “You leave your sensations to my control. Do you understand?”
“But—“
SMACK!
She moaned.
“Do you understand?” he repeated.
“Yes, Master,” she groaned. “Please, Master, please!”
“Please, what?”
“I need you!”
Even through the darkness, she was positive a cocky grin had crossed his face. “I know you do,” he hummed, his mouth now buried in the hollow of her neck. “But you will wait, my precious one, until I’m ready.”
She moaned again. She was ready NOW.
His head dipped down between her legs, and she felt his tongue begin to lap at the stimulated clit. As if it was a reflex, her body seemed to contract completely. Her back lifted in a high arch, her elbows pulled down to fight the restraining cuffs, and her legs shot up into a wide, bent V-shape.
He was toying with her. She felt him trace circles, squares, polka dots, zigzags, hearts, figure eights, and other unidentifiable patterns over the sensitive little button. Each felt amazing, but he didn’t stick with any particular one long enough to bring her to immediate orgasm; instead, she was building slowly and intensely. Her moans grew louder and more desperate.
“You have to be quiet,” he said gently, his lips moving against her lips.
She groaned.
“I beg your pardon?” He lifted his head completely from her womanhood, and her body protested.
“Yes, Master!” she said quickly.
“Very good.” He returned to his assault on her clit. She was building more and more, faster and faster, and she knew if he caught on that he would stop just to drive her crazy. Unfortunately, however, he knew her body just as well as she did, and just before she was about to come, he withdrew.
“No!” she cried. Her voice sounded impossibly loud in the early hours of the morning.
“Not yet, impatient girl.” He sounded amused and pleased. She, however, felt neither of these emotions.
“Please!” The plea was shrill. “Master!”
“I don’t think you’re ready yet,” he told her softly. “Later, perhaps.”
And with that proclamation, he freed her wrists and left the room.
5 Hours Later
The sun had just cleared the horizon and was making its presence known through the many ceiling-to-floor windows. Paige sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a grumpy expression.
“Didn’t sleep well?” Nicole asked, sliding into the seat beside her friend and biting into a cheese pastry.
“No,” Paige replied grouchily. “I didn’t get much sleep after Travis left to go fishing.”
“Aww, how sweet,” Nicole simpered with a sickening smile. “You can’t sleep without him!”
Paige resisted the urge to snort derisively. “I guess not,” she said. A hint of sarcasm flavored her tone, but Nicole didn’t seem to pick up on it. Behind the kitchen counter, Stern lifted an eyebrow inquiringly at his submissive. She ignored him. She was feeling slightly bitter and very unsatisfied.
“I wonder when they’re supposed to get back,” Laura commented lightly as she peered through the light, thinly-threaded curtains.
To answer her question, the fishermen burst into the room. They smelled strongly of bait and morning mud. Heather wrinkled her nose when Burt bear-hugged her from behind, but Paige smiled serenely in response to Travis’s kiss of greeting on the tip of her nose.
“I need to shower,” he told her, snatching a bit of her blueberry muffin.
“I would have to agree with that,” Paige nodded. He pecked her again and then tromped up the stairs to one of the house’s bathrooms.
The remainder of the group gathered plates of breakfast pastries and meats, but Paige slid her chair back from the table (offering it to a hungry Mickey) and made her way back to her bedroom. Just as she was about to turn into her open bedroom door, she felt a hand seize her arm from behind and wrench her around.
She was face-to-face with Stern. He was staring at her with the familiar intensity that awakened the seductress inside of her.
“Don’t pretend he does anything for you,” Stern murmured, trailing his lips lightly over her neck. She unconsciously tipped her head back to allow him easier access. “I own your body. I dominate your mind. I have taken over your heart.”
And he bit her. She gasped, but she tried to gather her wits to summon a response. “At least he doesn’t play games with me,” she retorted, though her reply was clearly shakily said.
“Games?” Stern pushed her back against the wall. She bit her lip, watching him and trying to hold herself back from pouncing him. “I don’t play games. I use tactics.”
Suddenly, she was steered sideways into a different room than she had intended. It was the room dedicated to Stern for the length of the vacation. He threw her down onto his bed, closing the door behind them.
“You think I just like to see you suffer?” he hissed, covering her body with his own. “Don’t misunderstand me, Paige. I LOVE watching you suffer. But I do it for a reason besides pleasure.”
He nipped her ear.
“You always come back for more.” Now his voice was barely above a whisper. “I do it because it makes you want more. And more. And more. You can’t get enough of me, can you? You know I am in control of every bit of you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she choked. “Yes, Master.”
“Do you want me, Paige?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you!”
He bit her ear roughly. She squealed and revised her answer.
“I want you, Master!”
His tongue trailed down her jawbone to her collarbone. She was shivering with need. “You’ve been such a good girl,” he said softly. “I think I can reward you.”
He slipped his hands beneath her ass and lifted her body. Then he shimmied her pajama bottoms and panties off, dropping them over the side of his bed. She dimly heard them hit the floor. He removed his own sweatpants, freeing his erection, which she took in visually with fascinated desire.
“Put me in,” he ordered. She obliged immediately, reaching down between her legs and taking his cock in her hand. It was huge: thick and hard and longer than she could grip completely. Practically salivating with her craving, she guided it to her slippery pussy lips and eased them apart to allow him access. He slipped inside her cunt immediately, juices spurting out. She moaned.
“I think you’re going to come quickly, my slave,” he said. He was gyrating his hips very slowly back and forth, the movement almost a massage on her g-spot. “I think you’re almost there. Have you stayed so horny since our foray earlier?”
“Master, you have no idea,” she said with complete honesty. He grinned.
“I like that.” Indeed, he sounded like
he liked it. And then he began to fuck her. His strokes were long and deep, and his hips pumped rapidly. Within seconds of this, she knew he was right. She WAS going to come quickly. Her build was racing to the top at an uncontrollable speed, and judging by the way he was throbbing inside of her, he was keeping pace.
And then she knew she had lost control of herself. He preferred her to ask for permission to come, but she had absolutely no possibility of completing this requirement. She spiraled into non-existence before she could register it had happened. Lights flashed and popped beneath her eyelids, and she was sure she was making way too much noise. Her body writhed beneath his, and his heavy, muscular form kept her pinned to the mattress as he released inside of her.
“Beautiful,” he muttered against her breasts. He had settled there after his orgasm had subsided.
“Oh, Master,” she whispered into his ear, trembling with the aftershock. “Thank you.”
10 Minutes Later
“Ah, I feel so much better,” Travis said, walking into the bedroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. He looked at Paige. “Did you get enough to eat?”
She hesitated, then grinned. “Oh yeah. I’m very full.”
Travis smiled. “Is Stern treating you well?”
Paige’s heart began to beat rapidly and erratically. “What do you mean?”
Travis smiled. “You know, love. There’s a reason I introduced you to him.”
Stern entered the room. “From now on, my pet, you will please Travis just as you have pleased me.”
Paige sat in shock, but the thought of what her husband had done also sent sensations through her she felt between her legs.
THE BLUSHING BRIDE AND THE BEST MAN
an erotic short by Cindy Jameson