Dark, Dangerous, Delicious Volume 1

by Cassandre Dayne

  Was this about the fact he was an attorney, one who made more money than God, or more about their sizzling chemistry? Whatever was going on she was hooked.

  Is it cold in here or am I just shivering with need? This wasn’t just need. This relationship was intoxicating and her fix was his utter and complete domination of her. God! What is wrong with me? She was so drawn to his web of perversions that she was ready to do anything he asked at any time. Where had this all started? One lunch meeting regarding a musician, who was still Drake’s client, had led to an entire afternoon of unbridled passion. By the end of the amazing day he’d fucked her several times, taking her in every hole and ending with a fairly intense spanking session. After that, their sometimes caustic relationship had taken darker turns. Some would say he was sick, sadistic. Maybe he was. Then again, she couldn’t care less.

  Victoria paced the kitchen, glancing at the clock every few minutes, waiting for his call, his direction. She was having difficulty swallowing as her nerves were getting the better of her. Drake was prompt and expected no less from her. A glass of wine might help. Her hands fumbling, she sucked in her breath as she jerked out a wine glass, almost smashing the thin crystal against the side of the refrigerator. After two full minutes she managed to snap the cork in half. “Fuck!” Cursing under her breath, she glared at the bottle and held up her middle finger.

  “Stop. Breathe. He’s just a man.” Yeah, like saying the words out loud would help her. Flipping on the kitchen CD player, she simply pressed the start button, not really caring what music was going to blare out of the speakers. When she heard what could only be described as chanting in tongue, she rolled her eyes. So much for music today and the artist was not going to become one of her clients. Another five full minutes passed before she was able to locate the wine opener and wrangle the broken cork from the bottle. Now she was going to pour a very full glass.

  The first sip was soothing and by the fifth she was no longer shaking. Another quick glance at the clock gave her palpitations. Drake would be calling any minute. As casually as she could fake it, she walked toward her cell phone, which was placed smack in the middle of the kitchen island. Where would he ask her to meet him this time? Maybe Drake would insist on their usual seedy hotel, one that was definitely a by-the-hour kind of place? Or perhaps he’d drag her to the out of town restaurant and the oversized bathroom, where the colorful and very vocal truckers seemed to enjoy the kinky show. Giggling, she was tense but oh-so horny. Tonight he’d told her he was going to be rough, brutal given his growing needs.

  When wasn’t he more like a savage beast than a man? He was skilled at hogtieing her wrists and ankles, keeping her splayed open for his use, his near abuse. She’d often wondered how he’d become so practiced in his methodologies. Gulping more wine, she resisted laughing. Who the hell really cared? She was merely thrilled he was so aggressive. This was the most intense relationship she’d ever had in her life and he was such an amazing lover. Amazing. Delicious. God, Drake left her breathless.

  Victoria reached down, brushing the tip of her index finger across the phone, willing the damn thing to ring. Come on. Hurry up. I need you and want you and… Unable to finish the sentence, she closed her eyes and realized she was panting. “Ugh!”

  The soft buzzing dragged her from her single moment of quiet peace. Her heart racing, she grabbed the phone, dragging her finger across the on button. “Sir?”

  “Five minutes. I’ll be at your house. Open your kitchen blinds. Turn one the overhead lights. I want you naked and open wide for me, Victoria. Tonight I take you in every way. Tonight I use you until you can no longer stand and after that, I start over again. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir.” Oh my God. Oh my God!

  “And leave the whip on the island for me. I know what a naughty girl you’ve been.”

  Opening her mouth, nothing but air passed from the back of her throat. Drake had already hung up. He was coming to her house? He was going to fuck her here and…and… “Jesus. Oh Jesus.” He’d tied her to her bed, fucking her in the ass over and over again. One of Drake’s favorite things to do was to take her outside in the hot tub, eating her before shoving his cock into her mouth, but the events were under cover, a tall fence surrounding her entire back yard. Her kitchen window was wide open, allowing anyone who was coming and going to other townhomes to see their carnal activities.

  Now she was shaking. No one knew about her kinky side, the woman who longed to become a slave, do the biddings of a man no matter what he asked of her. No one knew she had fantasies about being taken by several men, the moments of rough sex more like rape than anything. She refused to allow anyone into the part of the inner bad girl who would fuck anywhere at any time. Now this…

  But she had to obey or he’d lash every inch of her body with red stripes, the punishment severe. Tingling, she took another gulp of wine, nearly draining the glass before scampering into the bedroom to shun her clothes. Victoria couldn’t stand his disapproving look. The pain of the leather strap was nothing in comparison to his harsh looks. A nervous tick appeared in the corner of her mouth as she struggled to remove every scrap of clothing. She thought about her neighbors, her very conservative neighbors, and laughed nervously. Maybe she’d be the Friday night show. Oh so much better than television. She was a very bad girl indeed to think such wicked and sinful thoughts. Any one of her neighbors might have a heart attack from seeing her naked, let alone being tied and flogged. Maybe their next homeowners association meeting wouldn’t be so boring after all.

  When she was finally naked, she sucked in her breath and brushed her fingers through her hair. Whew, she was trembling. Now where the hell did she put the strap, his favorite implement? Horror swept through her as she tried to remember. There was maybe two minutes left and she couldn’t even figure out where the hell the freaking whip was. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The cursing seemed to do the trick. Saying a silent prayer of thank you, she grabbed the leather loop, the one securing the well-worn piece to the back of her closet door, and rushed back into the kitchen.

  She carefully laid the beloved whip of pain on the island before yanking open the blinds. Groaning, Victoria hesitated then flicked the switch for the light, the intensely bright, white light. As the glow filled the kitchen she moaned. This was as naked to the world as she’d ever want to be. Her damn kitchen table would have to be so close to the picture window. Grumbling wasn’t going to do make this any easier. She smiled at the thought.

  Panting, she could make out the sound of a car just outside and electricity rolled into every cell in her body. For a few seconds she couldn’t focus on anything, the flashes of vibrant lights dancing in front of her like a beacon of wanton lust. She was on fire and so much in need there wasn’t a part of her body that wasn’t shaking. Victoria eased on top of the kitchen table and a fit of giggles bubbled into her throat. She managed to shove them down into the pit of her stomach from her sheer willpower and opened her legs wide.

  Drake was extremely particular. Scooting down until her butt was at the edge of the table, she wrapped her arms around her thighs and opened her legs as wide as they would go. She’d prepared herself for his feast. After that, he would merely take her. Fuck her. Please God, let him fuck her like wild dog. Hearing her front door open she closed her eyes and clenched her fists. She was so damn nervous. Why was she sick with anticipation? Because he was unpredictable. Drake was not satisfied until he took her limits to the extreme, pushing her to the outside of her comfort zone.

  One. Two. Three… The mental exercise of counting wasn’t doing her any good. Victoria sucked in her breath and instantly the scent of his exotic cologne floated into her nostrils. Sexy. The man was…

  “Victoria. I see you followed my directions. Good girl.”

  Her entire body became jazzed from simply hearing the husky tone in his voice. “Of course, sir.”

  “You look beautiful for me tonight and I’m very hungry,” Drake sighed as he m
oved closer.

  The subtle sound meant he was removing his coat. She couldn’t help herself and stole a quick glance in his direction. Victoria almost came from merely seeing his shadowed face, his muscular body. She was as turned on as she’d ever been. “Thank you, sir.” As he removed his tie, unbuttoned his crisp, white shirt and rolled up his sleeves, a song seemed to dance in her head – one of pure seduction. What was she doing?

  Drake tilted his head as he walked closer, his eyes never leaving her body. “I’m famished tonight.”

  “Yes, sir. I…” Victoria wiggled on top of the table, her eyes drifting to the thick bulge between his legs. “I can see that, sir.”

  “Mmm… My sweet but very naughty Victoria, tonight you’ll wear my stripes crisscrossing every inch of your creamy skin, but first I require a taste of you. I also require service from you.” He held up his arm, showing her his hand and flexing his fingers open. “Beautiful and willful and soon I’m going to make you my slave. I know you’ll like that. Won’t you, sweet Victoria?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And you’ll do anything I say without reservation. Won’t you, Victoria?” Drake eased his hand down, covering her face, his fingertips barely brushing against her skin.

  “Yes, sir!” Moaning, she arched her back, succumbing to his touch.

  “Including allowing me to fuck your face, your pussy or your ass anytime I so desire?” He caressed her skin for a few seconds before sliding his hand down and wrapping his fingers around her throat. Leaning over, Drake lowered his face until his lips were pressed against hers, and squeezed his hand around her neck.

  Shuddering, she dug her nails into her legs, a blissful group of sensations rocketing through every inch of her body. “Yes…sir…I… Oh God yes.”

  “Good girl.” As he increased the hold on her throat, his fingers clamping down, he pushed his tongue inside her mouth.

  Her breath was caught as their tongues entwined and she struggled to keep her arms around her legs. Every part of her body was shaking as he clenched her neck. The kiss became more intense, his moans filtering between them. She loved the taste of the man, sultry and tangy.

  When he finally let go of his strong grip, he moved his hand down and cupped her breast, the hold rougher than the one before. “You’re all mine. My bitch. My whore. You’re the perfect woman.” A dark chuckle slipping from his lips, Drake nipped her bottom lip before licking down the length of her neck to the swell of her breasts.

  Victoria arched her back more, jutting her chest out just as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Fuck!” The pain was instant, yet so delicious. What if her neighbors could see her now, splayed out like a feast for any man to take and devour. The thought was so damn enticing she had to clench her pussy muscles for fear of cumming before she was allowed.

  He twisted her tender flesh as he dragged his tongue across to her other breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple before biting down.

  “Ooohhh…” Stars appeared in front of her eyes and she almost dropped her legs. Victoria was certain she was going to cum, a pleasure that would be met harshly. When he moved back, breaking the hold completely, she breathed a sigh of relief.

  “You’re wet and hot tonight. I can tell. And I’m very hungry.” His fingers never left her skin as Drake exhaled slowly and walked down toward the end of the table.

  She heard the scraping noise of the chair as he moved the wooden legs across the tile floor. When the subtle creaking sound the wood made as he sat down wafted up toward her, she whimpered. The second he gripped her legs, yanking her ass off the table, she moaned. As he pressed his face into her pussy, his tongue darting inside, she gasped and tried to calm her raggedly beating heart. What a moment. What a man.

  “Exquisite. I’m going to eat you for a full thirty minutes and then you’re going to suck me. After that, a hard whipping. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Such a bad girl. Such a tease.” Drake wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling her legs open even wider as he swirled his tongue around her clit.

  “Oh God!” Such dazzling sensations raced down her spine she was left unable to think clearly or see anything in front of her.

  “Wet and hot.” He thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt, flexing them open as he continued to lick, sucking on her tender flesh.

  Victoria fell into a sweet moment of sheer bliss, honing in on the sounds his mouth made until something caught her attention. As she turned her head, she couldn’t help but grin. Somehow she had a feeling she’d be the talk of the neighborhood. Time for show and tell at the community meeting. My, oh my, she loved being his fuck toy.

  The End

  UPCOMING RELEASE

  THE SECOND IN THE HIGHLY ACCLAIMED ON BECOMING HIS COLLECTION

  ON BECOMING HIS – LESSONS LEARNED

  Jezebel Waters and Luke Brennan entered into a D/s life together, exploring and learning the sacred concepts of trust, love, understanding, willingness to please, submission and utter devotion. Their journey was ongoing and in her mind, she embraced every aspect, including control -- his control. Luke was a strict disciplinarian but also a passionate mate, who gave her his entire heart, soul and most importantly – his total acceptance of all of her. In turn, she was required to give him every aspect of herself, no matter what he asked. There were challenges along the way and while Jessie was committed to obeying, she was after all, willful. But there were reasons… Luke was hiding things from her.

  Luke was a haunted man, one who held a secret close to his heart, and his past threatened to derail everything they shared together. Questioning his ability as her Dom had become a daily event and in turn he was disputing her devotion. During a course of events, both Luke and Jessie were required to face their respective demons as they moved forward into the world of BDSM, including an entrance into the dark world he’d left behind years before. His greatest fear? Losing her forever when she discovers his secret.

  Share the story of Jessie and Luke as they continue on an emotional journey. For Jessie she must delve deep into her psyche, not only beginning to understand her willingness to become Luke’s submissive in every way. She also must comprehend exactly what the new beginning would entail -- trust and control. For Luke, he must learn to balance his need to have devotion and obedience with patience. Jessie’s struggles to embrace every aspect of the lifestyle forced him to face the fact he was still a man, one very much in love as well as vulnerable. True love somehow refuses to be denied.

  On Becoming His, the first in the series, introduces you to Jessie and Luke. On Becoming Her Sir, will further delve into their exploration of the lifestyle and the challenges they both must face, both personally and together as a couple as they move deeper into aspects of D/s as well as BDSM. Can they survive the pitfalls to obtain what few ever achieve, the most committed and very powerful of relationships? Only their continued journey will tell…

  The journey will never end. It is only the beginning…

  About Cassandre

  Cassandre writes highly erotic romance stories and novels in the contemporary, science fiction and paranormal flavors. Currently she has over one hundred erotic romance novels published with Rebel Ink Press and several more under contract. Her recent titles include: Uncuff Me, Unwrap Me, Like a River, Hot Summer Nights Collection, Dirty Little Lunches Collection, Dirty Little Secrets Collection, His Wrath, Done, Unleashed, Rustling Danger, Extreme Position, Ride and Wild Pony, and several m/m pieces including Game Over, Power Struggle and Punch Back, Like a River, and the recently re-released Male Order. Her m/m titles including Punchback, Shattered, Hearts Forged in Fire, His Wrath, Done, Like a River, every Hot Summer Nights and every Sizzling Winter Nights piece received silver stars from ARe within hours of their release. Her Domestic Discipline trilogy including Anticipation and Decision have been well received and the third, Discipline, is soon to be released.

  She’s also had se
veral releases with Naughty Nights Press – Spankdown, Red Fire – Surrender, Raging Shadows, Forced Fantasies, Mr. Mistletoe and Oral Sex – Hot Shots, Phone Sex – Hot Shots with the second in the Fire Trilogy – Blue Fire, Domination – receiving a silver star and Dazzle and Bad Things. Staged Whispers and Yellow Fire and Bad Things - Stalk. Bad Things - Ravage will soon be hot off the presses.

  She has several highly acclaimed self published pieces including On Becoming His, On Becoming His – Lessons Learned, St. Nick – the Dilemma and Scarlet Darkness. She also has several books co-written with horror author Christian Jenson. Titles include Toxic Leash, I Like to Watch and The Darkness Within. Look for many other new releases in the upcoming months.

  In addition, she is a blog talk radio host on the World of Ink Network. The Edge highlights artists taking their works to the extreme and airs every other Sunday. As Bethany Halle she is also the Director of Communications for Rebel Ink Press.

  She was a Passionate Ink finalist for their Passionate Plume contest with Treats in a Plain Brown Wrapper and has received several four and five star reviews for her work. Bad Things – Hunger received third place in the Paranormal Romance Guild’s coveted Reviewer’s Books of the Year for Erotica Paranormal Romance and second for in the Erotic Paranormal Romance Series. She also received an honorable mention from the Love Romance Café as the 2011 Author of the year and her book Her Sinful Long Legs was a best erotic contemporary romance of 2011 at The Romance Reviews nominee.