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

by Lucy Lixx

  Examining my surroundings, I tried to locate an object or tool that might help me get out of the rope. There must be a pair of scissors nearby. As I thought about all of the places I kept sharp objects, I got on my knees and started crawling across the room, shimmying my way over the carpet. I could already feel the rug burn form on my knees, but I didn't mind it. Propping my shoulder against the closet door, I leaned into it in order to force it open and then looked around. Nothing but shoes. I looked up to see the boxes overhead and groaned loudly. How was I supposed to reach them if my hands were behind me?

  I'd seen shows where people pulled their arms under their legs while their hands were tied up so that they could get a better range of motion. Perhaps I could do the same and be able to reach the box up there where I was sure there were scissors. Lying on my side, I began to shimmy my hands under my thighs and lift my legs up to my chest. Were I in better shape, this might be easier, but it seemed my thighs weren't allowing me to pull my arms down and the rope had been secured quite tightly up the length of my forearms. I would have been able to accomplish the feat had it just been my wrists that were tied.

  Once again, I lie defeated on the plush carpet where I stared at the ceiling with discontent.

  Great going, girl, I thought numbly. Just great going.

  I shook my head and looked up towards my bed where I figured I could rest for now until morning when I needed to figure out how to undo the restraints. While standing, my phone rang, but I didn't mind it because I wouldn't be able to pick it up to speak, so there was no point in looking. I collapsed into my sheets and rolled over into my fluffy pillows, the down feathers poking me through the fabric of the cotton. They weren't as lovely as the pillows at the mansion, but they smelled clean and fresh which put me at ease. Just as I was about to drift to sleep, the door to my bedroom creaked open.

  “Oh, sweet kitten...”

  Eyes wide and filled with excitement, I remained still on my bed and then proceeded to shut my eyes to appear asleep. I heard shuffling across the room and then a soft sigh, the gentle patter of footsteps on the carpet evident in the quiet of the night. A hand trailed over my bare stomach and pulled me into a hug, the warmth of Norman's body such a comfort in the wild depravity that was being bound. He released me of my bonds and flipped me around to cup my face between his hands.

  “I'm horrible for being so jealous, but I simply do not wish to share your beautiful form with anyone else. It would break me,” he whispered to my lips. “And you are so good for being so still. It broke my heart to hear you cry...”

  Tears came again and I wept silently as he wiped them away, laying kisses across my face in the sweetest manor possible. In that moment, everything was forgiven. My anger was replaced with relief and I could feel the tension withering away as he massaged my muscles and offered me water. I gulped down the liquid, feeling refreshed and saved by it. He delivered to me as much as I wanted and then wrapped me up in the sheets while humming. Fingers gathered hair and untangled the ends, massaging my scalp and then trailing back down to my face to meet my lips which he kissed lovingly. Every bit of this moment was all I had ever wanted from him and it put me into a heavy trance that sent me off into a satisfied, blissful slumber.

  Chapter Eight

  The next morning, I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside my window and the sunlight filtering through the blinds to greet my fluttering eyes. The sheets and pillows were cushioning my body, making it incredibly difficult to get up and turn off my alarm that was beeping on the nightstand. I looked over the empty bed and sighed. Norman must have left some time after I had fallen asleep. I understood why, but I was still disappointed that he hadn't stayed. What a lovely morning it could have been if he had remained at my side where I would have pumped his luscious tool into action.

  Still feeling stimulated from the previous night, I went for a shower and pleasured myself before getting ready for work. I didn't want to be pent up all day, especially knowing that I would have to wait for a while before I could find any sweet release. I sped through breakfast and headed towards my job a little early, excited to see my boss outside the realm of bedrooms. Upon arriving, I clocked in at my desk and opened up the round of emails I knew were waiting for me. Norman walked in through the double doors and I held my breath as he approached my desk, pretending to be distracted by important business matters.

  “Miss Gordon,” he said formally. I wasn't used to being addressed this way. “Would you make yourself available after work. We have a meeting with international clients.”

  “Sir?” I asked while turning away from the screen.

  “Repetition is a sign of a lack of focus,” said Norman sternly.

  His fingers tapped against the desk as I gulped, attempting to keep eye contact even though I felt as if my face were about to pop. Something was making his eyes glisten today. I wasn't sure if it was me or the meeting we were to have later, but I couldn't help allowing a small smirk to crawl across my lips.

  “I mean, yes, sir. I will be available,” I said confidently.

  “Very good, Miss Gordon. Hold my calls for the next hour,” he said and then disappeared into his office where I stared after him.

  The phone rang, causing me to jump, a squeak echoing through the front office area. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed – not that there was really anyone around anyway – my little fright. Lifting the receiver, I answered in my most professional voice, hoping that perhaps Norman was watching me be a good worker. I became enveloped by my work and picked up a good rhythm with the assumption that it would distract me from the thought of seeing Norman later. I looked up at the clock. Only ten minutes had passed.

  This is going to be a long day, I sighed

  I had never been so dedicated to my work like I had today. It was as if I was racing towards a golden gate where cherubs would usher my body into the heavenly world of Norman, who would soon escort me to the conference room. I did find it odd that he was holding a meeting this late in the afternoon, especially when most clients would prefer to explore Chicago and perhaps get dinner somewhere, but he had mentioned they were international and I assumed their flights had probably just arrived late. While I wasn't aware of this meeting until now, I was sure I could pull myself together in time.

  As part of preparation, I asked Norman what I would need for the meeting and he replied, “Everything you learned this past weekend.”

  It was an ominous response of which I had no strength to question, his authority incredibly evident with how he stood next to me. His shoulder was pressed into mine and he was looking down at my planner while unbuttoning my blouse. Embarrassed, I pulled away and looked about to see if anyone was left in the waiting area.

  “Miss Gordon,” he said while stepping very close to me. “It's imperative that you are properly prepared this way.”

  I wasn't sure what he meant, but my tulip was suddenly ablaze with desire. It was amazing what he could do to my body in a mere five seconds, having spent just enough time away from me to make me want him that much more. The entire day was spent fantasizing about our weekend where he had taught me the phenomenal ways my body could feel. I'd never before felt so used and so loved all at the same time and I owed that to him. As he guided me to the conference room, he held me by the elbow and opened the door to reveal three people sitting around the table. One was Theo, another was a foreign man I didn't recognize and the other was Norman’s wife.

  My eyes widened in that moment while trying to mask my shock, Courtney's appearance a surprise after all the things he had told me. Her red hair was intense in the afternoon light, winking at me like the reflection of light from a stream. Her eyes lit up when I entered the room and they were surprisingly bright for being brown. It was as though they matched Norman's, the golden brown twinkling while drinking in my presence. The man in the center had a beard and sat pensively staring at my body in a way that made me feel slightly aroused. I spotted a tattoo peeking out from beneath hi
s collared shirt, the buttons undone just enough to allow some chest hair to show. Theo was smirking while his eyes danced across my body, a pen twirling between his fingers.

  “Well, hello, Miss Gordon,” said Theo charmingly. “Are you ready for your next meeting?”

  I turned to Norman as the shock wore off, wondering exactly what this meeting was about and why it involved his wife. The smile on his face was utterly vicious and it made my stomach turn. It dawned on me suddenly what kind of meeting this would be as I recalled what Theo had said at the mansion. I had interrupted their meeting. While turning to look at the other faces gawking at me from across the table, Norman unbuttoned the rest of my blouse and exposed my gorgeous purple bra I had chosen while thinking of him. He knocked the planner out of my hand and shoved me towards the table where hands flew out to grip the exposed flesh of my belly and chest. In that moment, I couldn't react. I didn't want to disappoint my master by resisting, but I also didn't want him to think this was something I really wanted even though I did.

  The group flipped me on to my back and began pulling away clothing, tossing them aside like bits of trash. Hands were teasing my nipples, gripping my thighs, and exposing my secret garden that had only been abused by my master at this point, but was being prodded by most everyone in attendance. Norman stood off to the side and watched the display with the same sadistic smile, closing his eyes every so often to listen to the moans. I became lost in the sea of hands, their touch enveloping every bit of me that wanted to be caressed. My tulip gushed with every stroke and my nipples twitched with every pinch. I was beside myself with the pleasure of it all and arched my back to better accept the hands penetrating my darling flower.

  After another moment of exhilarating body worship, Norman walked over to our rolling bodies and shimmied between them, removing his pants to position himself between my wet thighs. I was humming with anticipation, his wand pressed hard into my flower as hands continued to trail along my breasts and neck. Courtney leaned over my lips to place a nipple in my mouth and I sucked dutifully, feeling some regret about thinking ill of her just a day ago. This was exactly what I wanted from them both even though Theo and the other man were also part of the scene. Still, it made my heart widen to have my master and his wife dominating me, to have their hands pressed against my pale skin, and to be their little toy with which they could do anything. As Norman pushed between my petals, Courtney welcomed my tongue into her mouth while cradling my face. Her fingers danced down my torso and to my rose bud that was now swollen with excitement.

  My body complied without thought as Norman rocked into my garden with his tool, our grinding bodies causing the conference table to shake. Courtney climbed over me, her lips crawling over my torso and down to my swollen bud awaiting her mouth. Looking up, I found her gorgeous meadow greeting my lips, the darkness of her skirt briefly covering my vision as I unfurled my tongue to meet her soaked petals. I dipped beneath her folds and poked through her barrier, a rush of fluid meeting my mouth that tasted as sweet as honeysuckle. My hands were fascinated with the soft roundness of her bottom as I continued to lap at her lovely garden and moaned with delight at the combination of her tongue with Norman's cock. A fierce flare of yearning grew in my gut to feel her vibrating over my mouth and I honed in on her engorged bud while listening to the moans of the onlookers.

  Both men were likely touching themselves at this point and it made me excited to think they were getting off on this display. Pleased at having found Courtney's secret patch, I fervently lapped at that area as she rubbed my gorgeous bud. Fluids were flowing, moans were filling the air, and sweet release was on the horizon. Its eminence was evident in the heat of the room as flesh encountered flesh at every point possible. It wasn't long before our chorus of moans rose over the conference table in celebration of our accomplishment, bodies shaking every which way that they could. Courtney was gushing into my mouth as Norman pulled out to lay his seed all over my stomach. The other two men followed suit, their cocks ripe and ready to burst all over my body.

  After her great orgasm, Courtney collapsed next to me on the table and wrapped her arms around my bare body, her lips covered in my delicious nectar. She laid kisses upon my cheek as Norman wiped my stomach and then turned to ask Norman if they could keep me.

  “Can we, please?” she implored her husband who was smirking at the question.

  He looked up at the other two men and then back to Courtney who was cradling my face in her bosom. It was a delightful feeling to be wanted by them both, to not need to compete with her for his attention. I could have them together and they could share me which would make such an enchanting triad. Norman's eyes danced with thought and then nodded to his voluptuous wife who rejoiced by planting more kisses against my temple.

  “You're part of our family now,” she whispered while pulling me in for another embrace. “Ours.”

  Chapter Nine

  Almost immediately after our little encounter in the conference room, I moved in with Courtney and Norman. They insisted I stay with them so that they could watch over me and take care of me, saying it would be easier for me to get to work with Norman. Happy to have a real family, I allowed Norman to send a few of his staff to my apartment to gather my things while he handled my lease. Once I was settled in, Norman instructed me to pack my bags again because we were returning to London for another business transaction. Courtney protested that I hadn't been there more than a few days and Norman raised his voice for her defiance. It caused Courtney and I to jump back a few feet, having never heard Norman boom in such a way.

  “You will not question me,” he said sternly while grabbing my arm. “She comes with me this weekend and that's final.”

  Courtney lowered her eyes to the ground as her shoulders slouched forward, defeated in a way I had never seen. This was certainly different than the usual tone she took with Norman. I had always seen her as having the position of power, but now I realized it was him. Their arguments were a result of her bratty behavior which was something I could seriously learn from. As Norman pulled me towards the bedroom, he demanded that I pack the bare essentials for us to leave the next morning. Courtney hugged me tight through the night, hogging me away from Norman who slept soundly to my right. Having her stroke my hair was such a beautiful feeling that it put me straight to sleep without a fuss.

  Morning allowed for a little more cuddle time with Courtney until Norman yanked me from the bed to get ready. Instead of wearing my usual business outfit, he had me wear a maxi dress that showed off my curves. When I asked what kind of business transaction we were handling today, he didn't respond and simply tugged me out the door to the car waiting for us. The plane ride was largely silent, filled with me doing puzzles in a booklet as I was deprived of my planning items. He never said a word, but sat pensively staring down the aisle at the other empty chairs. Our landing was quiet. The car ride was quiet. Everything leading up to the moment when we arrived on Theo's steps was a buzzing silence that made my ears ring.

  Why wasn't he talking to me? Had I been bad?

  As the car drove off, a large black van pulled up suddenly to the curb and two men jumped from the back to grab me. What type of nonsense is this! Let me go! I belted out in protest. I screamed for Norman, pleading once again for masked men to let me go. Norman help me! Help me damn it! I screamed. But my view was obstructed by the sheer massive size of the man whose arms bound me. Not knowing if Norman was even there to see what was happening, I panicked, yet the reality was that even if he was, he did nothing. Angry and afraid, a dark veil of clarity washed over me as the realization of being taken anytime, anywhere, anyplace was part of Normans sick and twisted game he forced me to play. My hopeless and pathetic attraction to him devastated my senses, rendering me obviously incapable of taking stock of the danger around me. All prior comforts of feeling safe when with him were no more. Being with this man meant being his rag doll toy, and he would do with me as he pleased. His definition of ownership was a reality
I only partially could convince myself of accepting.

  They pulled a black bag over my head and I screeched again for Norman, this time catching a glimpse of him turning, just in time to see me being taken. As the world plunged into darkness, I continued to scream and flail, hoping perhaps I could get the men off me in time to jump from the van. They bound my hands together to keep me from throwing punches, a number of expletives falling out of the mouth I had just struck. The door slid open again and I heard a thump, a slew of muffled cries coming from behind me. Where was I being taken? Who were these men? Was this part of some dark play scene where Norman came to my rescue?

  Feeling faint, I leaned into whatever body was holding my arms and started to sob, my cries echoing off the ceiling of the spacious metal interior. The floor was hard and covered in random items which I couldn't identify and my dress was bunched up around my thighs. As if hearing my thoughts, someone pulled it down over my knees and I thanked him weakly. The van drove on for some time in silence until we stopped and then the men started chattering in a foreign language. I wasn't sure what it was which sent me hurling into a world of panic, trying to interpret the different phrases as anything that might be familiar. But nothing sounded right. Unfortunately, this meant I wouldn't be able to communicate with the men and appeal to their human nature.

  The two chatted away as the van lurched forward and then came to an abrupt halt, silencing them.