BDSM EROTICA: A Hot, Hardcore Anthology

by Selena Kitt, Marie Shore, Alex Anders, Terry Towers, Aphrodite Hunt

  He loved the resistance he felt as he rammed his cock into her ass. Isabel tried to muffle a scream. At that, Luca fucked her even harder until he exploded inside her.

  “Now you can tell me about California,” Luca said.

  Isabel’s mind immediately flashed to Jack. She looked up at her lean, long, new husband. Luca was beautiful and the power he had over her orgasm was irresistible. She knew she should let Jack go. Thiers was just a random encounter – or was it?

  The eagle has landed and is on its way to Paris, she remembered the stewardess saying. Was that real, or had I imagined that? Is it possible that I’ll see Jack again? And I did, would I have to choose? Who would I choose? she wondered. Luca is a young and beautiful. I like bad boys, and he fit the build. But Jack – there was something about Jack that made me feel secure and taken care of. How could I possibly choose between the two? And what would my equally impulsive new husband do if he found out?

  Isabel stared up into the smoldering, sexy eyes of her husband. They dared her to speak. It was almost like he already suspected. She slid her hand back onto her clit and lost herself in his eyes. Fear enveloped her. The question is: was it a good fear or bad fear? The answer came immediately. Her heart raced as she considered what would happen next.

  The Bookstore Submissive

  By Marie Shore

  Charlene walked down the sidewalk with purpose. Today was the grand opening of her used bookstore. At thirty-two, she finally had enough of her own money to invest in a brick and mortar establishment. For the past five years she scoured print shops, and online auctions scooping up whatever inventory she could get her hands on until her two car garage and three quarters of her basement were filled beyond capacity. Thankfully, she kept the stash organized and in small boxes, so the crew she recruited to help move everything in wasn’t too distraught. “I’ll owe you a big one,” was her lighthearted promise.

  Charlene unlocked the three locks on the gate and pushed it to the side, revealing the ornate wooden door with the stained glass bevels she immediately fell in love with when she found the rental location. It all happened so fast, the impromptu lunch with a college sorority sister who just happened to be in town, and whose family owned the building where both the rental space and restaurant were located. The minute Charlene stood on the walk in front of the building, she knew. Stacey just stood back and watched as Charlene peered through the wrought iron security gate with her mouth gaping.

  “Charlie, what gives?” The slender brunette inquired.

  “Stace, this store front is perfect for my bookstore. I can just feel it. Do you see a sign for the owner or property manager?” Charlene asked without glancing back.

  “You still have that dream?”

  “Yeah,” Charlene stated as she turned to look at her friend. “You should see my garage and basement. I’ve collected for years.”

  Stacey studied Charlene for a moment. She knew Charlene was more than capable of owning a small business. In college, she left nearly everyone in the dust with her grade point average. In subsequent years, she worked her way up the corporate ladder, and now earned the credentials of vice president of marketing. If anyone understood business, it was Charlene. She was not just another pretty face, and one quick conversation eliminated any notion of the airhead blonde bimbo.

  “You really think this old place would work? I mean you can’t see anything from the outside. The inside could be a death trap.”

  “Oh, Stace, look at this place,” Charlene exclaimed. “It has character, distinction, and with a little elbow grease, glamour.”

  “You’re totally serious aren’t you?” Stacey stated more than asked.

  “Damned straight I am. I’ve wanted this for years, and you know it. Meeting you here today must be some kind of sign. We haven’t seen each other for almost three years, and today of all days I find this. I never would’ve been here had you not suggested it. I never come to this part of town. Why, I don’t know. Look at all these wonderful shops, and a restaurant right next door.”

  “Yeah, this place is new, that’s why I wanted to come here. They’re just getting started, and I want to give them all the help they can get. They’re friends of the family.”

  “No kidding.”

  “Yeah, and, Charlene,” Stacey paused for effect, “My family owns the building.”

  “No freaking way.”

  “Way.”

  “Oh my freaking God, Stacey,” Charlene screeched. “And you let me just stand her and ramble on like an idiot? Have you no decency woman? Okay, when can I see it?”

  Stacey smiled and reached into her purse to retrieve a ring of keys. “Is now too soon?”

  “Are you fucking kidding? Let’s go, let’s go dammit.” Charlene fumbled in her purse for her phone and pressed the speed dial to her office, “CJ? Yeah, hi, it’s me. Yeah, I know, I know. Is there anything on my calendar that I can’t push out ‘till tomorrow?” Charlene paused, waiting for her assistant’s lecture about loading her email on her phone. There was a reason she didn’t want it on her cell, work took up enough of her life, she didn’t need it with her twenty-four-seven. “Ok, great, thanks CJ. Can you move Tony to next week and not tomorrow? Perfect. Thanks. I’m gone and unavailable for the rest of the day.” Charlene felt her cheeks flush as her assistant prodded for details of an illicit daytime encounter. “CJ you’ve been reading too many romance novels. Daytime sex would indicate I had someone to have sex with.” She turned her back on Stacey who paused to look at her with a penetrating gaze.

  Stacey was on her before she even had the phone back in her purse, “What do you mean you don’t have a lover?”

  “Is that a real question or rhetorical? It’s just a dry spell; work takes up most of my time. It’s not fair to be an absent party in a relationship.”

  Stacey put her hands up in the air, “Hey you don’t have to explain it to me. You don’t need a relationship to have sex you know. It’s called friends with benefits or hell even just a bootie call. It does wonders for your psyche you know. I just wish you batted for our team. I could show you a thing or two about casual sex.”

  “I have no doubts, Stace, but you of all people know I’m not into one night stands, and I don’t like sharing. I know the minute you slap exclusivity it becomes a relationship.”

  “Then you’re fucking in the wrong crowd honey. Let’s go take a peek.”

  Charlene snapped out of her reverie as she pushed open the door and turned on the lights. She still smelled the lemon polish and pine cleaner she and her posse spent the weekend using. The wood shelves gleamed, brimming with the years of stock Charlene bought and stored. She pressed the button on the tiny Bose stereo and the space filled with a soft acoustic melody. Humming to herself, she went into the back to get some coffee brewing. There was still an hour until she officially opened, but she couldn’t help but arrive early and bask in her dream.

  The little kitchenette glistened. Charlene reasoned that if most of her life was going to be spent here, she was damned well going to stock the kitchen so she wasn’t going to be doing take out all the time. The cabinets overflowed with food items, and she even had pots and pans for actual cooking. This was going to be her home away from home; it would be a long time before she could afford even part time help, so it made perfect sense. She even set up a futon in her office for those days where driving home just seemed impossible.

  “Hey, Charlie,” a male voice boomed from behind her.

  Coffee filters flew through the air as Charlene shrieked. Bracing her hand on the edge of the counter the other covering her heart, “Jesus Christ, Jake, are you trying to kill me? How did you get in?”

  Charlene’s former boss and mentor stood there sheepishly and shrugged, “The door was open, isn’t it supposed to be?” He tried to appear casual as he pulled a huge bouquet from behind his back. “Here these are for your grand opening.”

  “Oh, Jake, they’re beautiful. You shouldn’t have, but thank you so very much.
It means a lot you know,” Charlene replied scooping up the keys from the table and tossing them over. “Could you please lock it up? I don’t officially open for an hour. I’m not ready.”

  Jacob Winthrop IV smiled. “Sure, no problem. I can lock it up. You’re right we don’t want anyone coming in prematurely.” He turned away from Charlie with a smile on his face. Of all the luck, this was turning out better than he even dreamed of. He’d wanted to get in Charlie’s pants for years, but he would never risk a sexual harassment suit. She was too good at what she did for him to transfer her to another department, so for years he suffered each time she came into his office in her business suits. Her blouses that gave just the hint of cleavage, those skirts that stopped just at her knees leaving her slender calves right there for him to ache to reach out and touch.

  He felt his cock stir. She looked much more casual today, but even in her jeans he wanted her more than ever. She had to know the effect she had on him, she dressed that way on purpose, teasing him and always keeping him at arm’s length.

  Charlie’s lilting voice boomed to the front of the store, “You want a coffee?”

  “Sure” he hollered back. “Remember how I like it?”

  Charlie’s laugher wafted toward him, beckoning him closer. She looked up as he rounded the corner, “You’re such a jackass you know. We take our coffee the same way.”

  “Well how was I to know? You could have changed,” he replied setting the bait.

  “In two weeks? Come on. How’s everyone back there? How’s the Morton account?”

  “You don’t work for me anymore, Charlie,” he offered, tossing out the line.

  “What do you mean? I know that. It doesn’t mean I can’t ask about my old accounts, Jake.” Charlene countered.

  “Do you want to know?” Jake asked as he took a few steps closer. “Do you really want to know?” And took a few more steps toward her.

  “Is something wrong, Jake?”

  “Absolutely not, Charlie, I think I need to clarify a few things though.” He almost whispered he was so close now.

  “What things?” she asked warily.

  “About what’s happened since you left, and the repercussions.”

  “Oh no, what happened? Did my replacement screw it up?”

  “You could say that. The Firm has held the Morton account for over fifty years Charlie, and because of the replacement you hired, that’s now in jeopardy,” Jake proffered, somewhat stretching the truth. The Morton’s were disappointed at Charlie’s departure, but Jake had them well in hand, and nowhere near the newbie. However, Charlie didn’t have to know this.

  “Oh no. Can I do anything to help? I feel responsible,” Charlene exclaimed.

  “I feel you’re responsible too, Charlie. I’m glad to hear you take ownership of your mistake, your fuck up.”

  “It can’t be that bad, Jake. Maybe I can work with Chad and mentor him on the side.”

  “No, I’m afraid that won’t do it. I think you need to be punished, Charlene,” Jake replied calmly and quietly. Having wedged her into the corner of the counter, she had nowhere to go. He watched her struggle with his words, try and find her own.

  “What do you mean, Jake? Are you going to sue me?” She would lose everything; even just the hint of a lawsuit for breach of contract would keep people from her doors. She recommended and hired her own replacement; if he was screwing up they could come after her for corporate sabotage.

  “I really hope it doesn’t come to that, Charlie. I’m sure we can come to some other arrangement,” he responded with what he hoped was genuine concern as he reeled her in.

  “Christ, Jake, there’s got to be another way. Can I talk with Hugh?”

  “I don’t think you want to do that, Charlie. I can keep it contained, but if it leaks out, then it’s out of my hands. So I’d like to keep it in my own hands.”

  “I don’t know what to do, Jake. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I can’t get sued, I’ll lose everything,” Charlie said despondently.She could feel the tears coming.

  “Do you trust me Charlie?” he asked quietly.

  “You know I do, Jake.”

  “Then do what I say and this’ll be over and done with before you even open your store for the day.”

  Charlie looked up into his penetrating gaze and wasn’t sure she liked what she saw. She looked around, feeling uncomfortable being so close to him.

  Jake backed up a few steps and sat in one of the dinette chairs. “Take down your pants, Charlie.”

  Charlene’s eyes widened in horror. He wanted sex to make this go away. Her horror quickly gave way to anger at his implication, “How dare you! If you wanted sex, I’m sure you could have come up with something else besides blackmail.”

  “I can assure you, if it was sex I was looking for,” he paused and narrowed his eyes, “you’d already be naked and riding my cock.” He let the statement linger between the two of them on purpose. He wanted her mind to spin out of control wondering what he was up to. “However, if you’re a good girl, and take your punishment like you should, I might just reward you when I’m finished.”

  “You can go to hell, Jake. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I clearly misjudged your character,” Charlie retorted and tried to walk past him.

  Jake was too quick and prepared for her. His arm snaked out and grabbed her around the waist and in her moment of surprise, effortlessly pulled her down across his lap.

  Charlene quickly recovered and tried futilely to stand up. Jake locked her legs under his and held one hand firmly on her back — keeping her in place. It was then the brevity of the situation hit her.

  “No, Jake, no please don’t.”

  “Yes, Charlie, I will. You need to be punished for the state you left the company in,” Jake replied calmly. “You can make this easy on yourself, or hard. The choice is yours.”

  Charlie began to struggle again. “What do you mean the choice is mine? If the choice is mine, let me up.”

  “And have the firm start legal proceedings?”

  Charlie stilled as the weight of his statement hit home. As embarrassing as this was, it had to be better than losing everything, being shunned and never able to work professionally again. “Fine then. Get it over with.”

  “Oh, I will, but first there are two rules. Number one, you’ll count each slap. Second, thank me for cleaning up your mess. If you lose count, or forget to thank me, I start over. Do you understand?” he asked sternly while his hand gently caressed her ass. He could feel her trembling beneath his hands and it only added to his acknowledgement of the control he had over her right now. It was imperative she acknowledged it as well and gave her free will to him.

  Charlie swallowed her retort, not wanting to anger him. He appeared to be in control and she wanted to keep it that way. Instead she nodded and mumbled, “I understand.”

  Jake grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back. “What? I can’t hear you.”

  “I said, I understand damn it!” Charlene shouted.

  Jake dropped her head, “Good. Now, you’ll do just as I say and any more disobedience will only mean more punishment. Do you understand that too?”

  Charlene instinctively lifted her head and replied in a loud clear angry voice, “Yes I understand that too.” She wanted to remind him she wasn’t stupid, but thought it wise to only think that part.

  “Good, now stand up and lower your jeans.”

  Charlene eagerly scrambled off his lap and stood in front of him. It was only then did she realize that now she had to make a decision. She could run to the front of the store, and grab her phone, or at least the front door. Until she realized she didn’t know where her keys were.

  “I’m waiting, Charlene. I won’t be kept waiting. You have to the count of five to lower your pants. Then you’ll have another choice, either I can do it for you or I walk out of here and talk to legal. One.”

  “You’re a bastard,” she hissed.

  “And then som
e. Two,” he replied leaning back in the chair and folding his arms over his chest.“Three.”

  “Oh all right, all right,” she huffed unbuckling her belt. She quickly thanked herself for not wearing some frilly lacy panties. Instead for whatever reason, she chose staid white cotton briefs. They fit more comfortably under jeans and didn’t ride up the crack of her ass.

  Jake watched her hands visibly shake as she unbuckled her thick black leather belt. He wanted to pull it free from the loops and use that on her, but that would be for another time. Today he wanted to use his bare hand. She unfastened the button and lowered the zipper.

  “Four.”

  “What? I’m doing what you asked. Stop counting already!” she exclaimed, but quickly hooked her thumbs in the waistband and shimmied her hips to get her jeans over her hips. Her shallow breathing made her chest heave. She felt as if she’d just come back from a run, her pulse raced, her body flushed from the adrenaline that rushed through her.

  “Five. Just in time, you’re lucky, Charlene.” Jake took a deep breath when he saw the plain white cotton underwear. This was too good to be true. He was almost at eye level with her covered mons. He saw no sign of pubes and wondered if she was bare. The thought excited him. “Now turn around and put your hands on the counter, flat.”

  He watched her hobble around and lean over. She barely lowered the jeans past her fleshy globes, so he leaned forward and tugged them down to her knees, chuckling when he heard her gasp. “Relax; we’re going to start soon. I’m not going to hurt you, Charlene. Don’t get me wrong, this is going to hurt, but I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. This is strictly punishment caused by your own actions, nothing more, and nothing less. Who knows? You might even enjoy it,” he added simply to spark a response.

  “You bastard, if you think I’m going to enjoy this, you’re a sick mother fucker. Well you already are a sick mother if you get off on doing this kind of stuff. You’re a freak,” she spat back.

  “We’ll see. Let’s just get a frame of reference to start with so we have something to compare when we’re done. Shall we?” Jake stood up and kicked out her feet and slid his hand to cup her pussy through her panties and pressed his and firmly against her lips. “I don’t feel much heat or wetness. So I think it’s safe to say you’re not sexually excited right now.”