10 FEISTY FILLIES - Romance Collection Short Stories Bundle: (TABOO EROTICA) (Candy Girl Series)

by Lucy Lixx

  The man between my thighs gripped the skin of my stomach, seeming inhuman in his mask which muffled his breathing. Was he breathing? I was nearly convinced I must have been dreaming had he not pressed his wand between my rose petals and pushed. A gasp was forced from my throat and I bayed, his girth filling my depths as his hands trailed over my plump breasts. His touch inspired my body to writhe, waves of pleasure washing over the supple skin that was embraced by his fingers. Rolling hips met my thighs, rocking my body against the soft sheets of the bed. Nothing else came to my mind except the image of Norman from previous fantasies. I used the black mask in front of me as a canvas for Norman's face, imagining his cock was the one penetrating my soaked tulip petals, tricking my mind into accepting the pleasurable terror which beset me. The ecstasy within my gut began to release into the air like smoke filling the room, like the wisps of that cigarette the man in the corner was smoking, and I yanked on the ties holding my wrists.

  The man's thumb was circling my engorged bud which twitched in response to the stimulation, my wrists beginning to burn as I released a cry of orgasm. My muffled cries pleasing my mysterious visitor, who chuckled in response and pumped harder into my drenched garden. A few short grunts followed in rapid succession and he pulled out to decorate my stomach with his thick, creamy load. I watched it glittering against my pale skin and smiled against the tape that kept my lips silent, the sticky material soaked with satisfaction. As the man moved, my vision plunged into the familiar darkness from before and I squealed against the tape. Sleep met me once more in that area between consciousness and dreams, lulling me down into the pit of my fantasies where I was still ravished by the two masked men who were heated with desire for my beautiful form.

  Chapter Three

  Morning sun greeted me from across the room, the warmth rousing me from my sweet slumber. I sat up quickly and looked around the room, expecting the masked men to still be present even though I was sure they had been a dream. The surreal feel of the event left a groggy impression upon my mind that I couldn't seem to shake, even after I had stood to go wash up in the bathroom. My phone buzzed from the charger and I went to check my messages for the day. Shock rattled my gut as I noticed the time.

  8:30 AM?!

  Had I slept past my alarm? Every text message I had received was from Norman who progressively became more disappointed that I hadn't responded. Before the panic could fully set in, I sent a quick text with an apology that said I'd be down momentarily. He didn't respond. Rushing about, I pulled on a professional pencil skirt over pantyhose and a rose colored blouse that had Victorian-style sleeves. I gathered everything I would need and headed down the great staircase, greeting Theo and Norman with a smile and saying, “Good morning.”

  “You're late,” Norman pointed out.

  “My apologies, sir. I was rather exhausted and slept past my alarm,” I explained.

  “No excuses. You're still late. Take down this list of items I need,” he said without making eye contact, signaling his utter disappointment.

  My heart sank. Losing his approval was a sickening feeling that replaced the prior euphoria of my sadistic dream. Even my own brain was trying to rationalize how those people could have come into my room and tied me up without my knowledge. A dream meant no real orgasm had been achieved which put me in something of a foul mood. I jotted down what Norman needed and grabbed a small bite to eat from the buffet before us, sipping coffee and chewing slowly as to not make a noise.

  The two men stood after a moment and retreated into the office beyond the dining hall where I heard them whispering. While I wanted to know what was being said, I knew I had to get into town and get these things before Norman became disappointed again. His validation meant the world to me, so I must be as timely as possible. I had until 2:00 PM to get everything done and I was more than positive I could accomplish it all.

  After finishing my breakfast, I went out to the car that Norman had called for me and went about London finding all of the things he needed. I picked up his dry cleaning, ordered a cake, grabbed some items from the store, and then returned in time to find the mansion effectively deserted. None of the maids were bustling about and the service staff seemed to be off on a break as the kitchen was also empty. I set everything down in there and went up the stairs to Norman's room where I placed his dry cleaning up in the open closet. Just as I was about to leave, I noticed one of his cotton shirts lazily lounging over the edge of a desk chair. Even though I knew I was alone, I still looked about to make sure no one was in the vicinity to see me lean over and press my nose to the material. I inhaled deeply, the scent of his Armani cologne filling me once more with the desire to have him pressed between me.

  I was interrupted by some strange sounds echoing up the hall and turned to investigate, knowing that I still had some time before 2:00 PM when Norman said he'd need me for a project. The hall seemed to stretch out forever, winding towards the east side of the house where it seemed a little darker than usual. All the lights were on, but the windows had disappeared and the carpet swirled out in front of my heels in spurts of yellows and oranges against a navy blue background. It cushioned my heels as I walked, silencing my nosy footsteps as I continued exploring the hall.

  I stopped. The sound seemed to be coming from the door before me, a creaking and slapping noise followed by a high-pitched squeak. Curiosity took hold and I pushed the door open to reveal the strangest scene I had ever bore witness to. Theo had a maid bent over a chair with her skirt hiked up and was slapping her bottom with a horsewhip, an odd display of dominance that seemed highly inappropriate considering their positions in the household. As I stood with my mouth agape, someone cleared their throat from my left and I turned to find Norman sitting at the desk on the left side of the room, shuffling papers about.

  “You've interrupted our meeting, little kitten,” he said while setting some folders aside. “And now you get to see what happens when you misbehave.”

  My mouth moved, but words didn't come out as I realized the phrase he had used was one said to me the night prior. I couldn't see his body, but I imagine it would be familiar to me as the one that had taken me over on the bed. He raised his eyebrows while I studied his features, my body practically melting under the weight of my realization.

  He had taken me.

  The person I had wanted the most in the past three years had strapped me to a bed and pleasured me into fits of rapture. His lips had met my skin, his eyes had admired my form, and his hands had touched every available orifice. My vulnerable body suddenly ached again for his burning member, the sweet release so close to me now that I noticed him standing to walk towards me. He tapped my chin gently and my mouth closed, embarrassment filling me as I hadn't realized it was still hanging open. A hand touched my shoulder and ran a thumb along the supple skin, eliciting goose bumps that rippled down my arms and across my torso. I could see the longing in his eyes, the desire to both punish and please. He smiled.

  “How dare you barge in here unannounced. You must be punished,” he said while stepping aside and pulling out a large briefcase. “Choose your fate.”

  Chapter Four

  Inside was a slew of crops and switches, all of them shining at me from the case. They were clearly high-quality leather and I knew how that would feel as I had faced the belt a few times in my youth. I eyed the case briefly before looking back at the maid who was still being slapped with the horsewhip. Theo chuckled lightly, but never removed his eyes from her bottom. It looked so enchanting, reddened by the slaps that lay into her repeatedly. Her squeaks never grew and never faltered with each hit, and she seemed to take it well.

  “Samantha,” said my boss. “Choose.”

  I instinctively grabbed the riding crop that I had seen equestrians use on their horses, a small but seemingly powerful tool that made a loud swatting noise like when I used a slapper to kill a fly. I tingled with excitement as he guided me over to the desk, pushing me forward and instructing me to place my palms f
lat against the wood. The slow tug of my skirt caused a hiss to escape my lips and I tried not to look over my shoulder at him. I desperately wanted to see the way his face lit up upon seeing my rear, the delight and desire mixing with elation. I imagined him now as I shut my eyes, his hands trailing over the smooth nylon of my hose.

  “No panties?” he asked with some excitement. “What a good little kitten. Take a deep breath.”

  As instructed, I inhaled and waited for the crop to come down on my bottom. Exhaling revealed no results either. He commanded me to inhale again and I did so, over and over as he asked. It was a relaxing process before his hand came up to grip my shoulder and I tensed, expecting the crop to come down.

  “Breathe,” he instructed. “And keep breathing.”

  The gentle hum of my exhales put me into a Zen-like state and I relaxed against the wood of the desk. It was then that he struck. A stinging pain echoed from my bottom up my back and my bottom twitched in response, my nails perched now, to grip whatever was beneath my hands. He patted my fingers back down to the desk with the crop and then gripped my shoulder, instructing me to breathe. Each breath brought down a new sting, pleasurable needling pain reverberating through me, the nylon barely cushioning the blows. Unlike the maid, I remained relatively silent as he slapped my bottom and smiled as I thought of his lust filled satisfaction, how good that must be. My palms stayed flat and my pain-tinged smile grew wider and wider, each slap causing me to bite my lower lip and drift off into a state of ecstasy.

  Just as I was getting into the punishment, Theo left his maid set over the chair and walked over to the other side of the desk opposite me. He grabbed my wrists. My boss set down the crop next to my face and shuffled a bit before a stinging warmth radiated from my bottom, the sound of a hard slap greeting my ears and making me cringe.

  “Do you like that, little one?” asked Theo as he held me in place. “That's what it feels like to misbehave.”

  Each slap caused a dizzy spell, stars dancing before my eyes as I began to lose myself to the pain. It felt much thicker than the crop and left me squirming, my squeaks echoing all over the room. Despite my begging, the maid didn't budge and Theo continued to hold me in place as Norman wailed against my backside. He finally let up after a few more smacks and then dropped his weapon to the ground to shuffle a bit more. I heard the sound of pants hitting the carpet, the soft thud making me perk up.

  “Let's see what we've done,” said Norman as he ran his fingers along the soaked nylon. “What a lovely little flower. I believe she needs watering.”

  After tearing the nylon, he pressed his erect member into the warm space between my thighs while gripping my hips, his fingertips digging into the nestled curvature at the top of my derriere, his long shaft stroking against my stimulated bud. I bayed loudly and pulled against Theo's grip, using him as a base to rock my hips back and forth into my boss's shaft. He ran his fingers up the back of my neck and gripped a chunk of hair, then shoved himself deeper into my cavernous depths. Shoving papers aside, Theo climbed onto the desk and thrust his pelvis at my hands, unbuttoning his pants to reveal a throbbing erection that I gratefully took between my lips. Theo brushed my hair aside and encouraged my sucking, forcing me down to the base in order to rock himself into the back of my throat. I gagged a few times trying to pry my hands out, but he slapped my face and forced my lips back down over his wand.

  I wondered how this must look to the maid, but she was likely trained not to turn around. Looking over there was too difficult in this position and I was worried I would appear too restrained, too resistant. My boss flowed in between my rose petals, his cock a welcome relief to my sore flower bed, fused with him and Theo all at once in a strange train. Their grunts filled my ears as their wands teased and tortured me, hands rolling over clothing to remove their barrier. Another surge from behind and I was reeling in waves of pleasure that hit me like a drug, taking me down into the darkness of fantasy where I begged to stay. As Norman pushed deep, my pussy bathing his shaft with my silky nectar, I felt the strength of him pushing me over the edge where his delightful drug had me shivering, the electricity forming in my pelvis and beginning to trickle down my thighs. Within moments, I was twitching beneath them both, a frenzy of thrusts erupting as I shook.

  Hot thick honey filled my mouth as I groaned against Theo, his delicious cream coating my tongue and lips while I cried out, signaling my release. Still moaning, he gripped my face and shoved leftover cum down my throat, making me gag hard against his fingers. The sight of me must have inspired my boss to release as his rapid thrusts turned into slams while his groans grew louder. His hard hips crowned my thighs and shook, the warmth of honey decorating my inner garden with satisfaction. Panting, I collapsed against the wood of the desk as the two men stepped away from my body, Theo returning to his maid and ordering her to lick the rest of the cum from his cock.

  Norman lifted me from the desk, wrapping his arms around my chest and allowing me to rest into his embrace, the comfort of his arms, a rapturous feeling that made me glow. As I began to come back to reality, Theo announced that he hadn't finished punishing his maid.

  “But I was forced to watch,” said the maid while still on her knees.

  Theo took the poor girl's face between his fingers and squeezed, causing her to squeak as he yelled for her to be silent.

  “Your punishment isn't done until I say it is,” he said sternly. “Now, crawl over to that pretty little girl and kneel before her.”

  Without hesitation, the maid crawled across the carpet and knelt in front of me as Norman lifted my skirt. The torn portion of my pantyhose revealed a sopping wet rose still dripping with my boss's cum and my nectar. Slowly, Theo pushed her face towards it and I gasped as her warm lips enveloped the skin, licking away the cum as she was instructed to do. Her silent obedience kept me quiet, probably afraid that any noise might elicit another round of spankings for us both. Her plush tongue pressed into my bud and it became engorged upon touch, her wet mouth sucking lightly at the petals to either side. My pussy, already pushed past the brink of ecstasy, could barely handle continued stimulation, my drenched rose now at the mercy of her warm wet tongue. As her lips and tongue suckling my over-stimulated bud, the quick rhythmic tugging stirring fire within my pelvis, weakened my stance

  “What a good maid,” said Theo while stroking my face. He pulled my chin up so I would look into his eyes, his smirk sending a pang through my pelvis. “What a good little kitten.”

  “She is being such a good girl. They both are being good. Kitten, lie down next to the maid and lift her dress. You should please her as well,” instructed Norman.

  “What a treat,” Theo chimed.

  As the maid sat back, I knelt down to the ground and laid on my side while the maid laid out the opposite way. Lifting her dress revealed a beautiful bare flower just waiting to be suckled and my tongue unfurled to devour its petals that were slowly becoming soaked. Our bodies fused and became a never-ending circle, uniting at the most pleasurable points while our moans rose into the air. Like smoke, they whispered up towards the ceiling and fanned out where our two masters were smiling at the sight. Her body bucked into my mouth as I sucked harder, inserting two fingers between her petals to feel the warm chasm tighten and relax with each penetration. The long, liquid kiss she gave my petals inspired a loud moan and I lapped rapidly at her exposed bud. Our eager tongues continued to work until both of us were writhing in ecstasy, soaring from the drugging waves of orgasm that shook our bodies with delight. A chorus of moans filled the air and we were both panting against each other, still licking away the nectar emitted by our beautiful flowers. This moment was so enthralling that I fell into a fit of giggles that elicited a slap from my boss. I didn't want to stop. I just didn't want to stop.

  Chapter Five

  The glorious aftermath of my orgasm was celebrated with a warm bath that Norman had prepared during my rendezvous with the maid. He had lifted me from the ground and carried me back to
my room where he placed me gently into the tub, clothes and all. Stripping me down carefully, he ran a cloth over my skin and massaged my shoulders while gently pecking at my neck. It made me want him even more and I tried to pull him into the tub.

  “No, kitten,” he said sternly. “It's time to rest.”

  I pouted, but kept my lips firmly shut as I didn't want to agitate him. If I did that too much, he might want to stop playing with me. After my bath, we all dined in the great hall – which wasn't at all awkward – and then we all headed for bed in preparation for the next day. Norman and I would return to Chicago, a thought that caused my heart to sink. The magical fantasy of the mansion had me so high that I didn't want to ever come down. Climbing into my bed, I waited in heated anticipation of my dark visitors from the previous night who might make an appearance again. I hoped hard for them to bust through the door, for them to restrain me on my stomach and then pummel me from behind. My thoughts ran rampant with imagined fantasies from my past, surfacing again do to of the events of the past two days. I writhed beneath my sheets as if dancing for an unknown watcher or peeping Tom. It caused my desire to stir again.

  But no one came. The door didn't open, I heard no footsteps, and I remained relatively safe under my silk sheets. Disappointed, I rolled over and looked at the clock that ticked away the time spent without my sweet Norman. He was in the next room which made me ache as I wanted him here and not there. I considered walking over to sneak into his bed, but he might consider that naughty and send me off with a sore bottom and no orgasm. I wasn't sure what to do, but the longing caused me a brief bout of melancholy.