BDSM EROTICA: A Hot, Hardcore Anthology

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

  Charlene shook her head. The fingers stopped right at her entrance. Charlene groaned at the loss. She quickly added, “No I didn’t know that.”

  The fingers slid a little deeper. “Didn’t know what?”

  Charlene’s mind tumbled. She would say something stupid, she knew it, but the fingers stopped and started to retreat. “I didn’t know my pussy was beautiful.”

  “I didn’t say your pussy.”

  “Umm, I…umm,” Charlene stammered and was given another stinging slap on her pussy for her feeble efforts. “I didn’t,” she gulped, “know my cunt was beautiful.”

  “Mmm. Yes it is, and it reddens so nicely too. Don’t move.”

  Charlene watched him leave the room and go back to the kitchen area of the store. She thought back to how loud she must have been a few minutes before and thanked God the surrounding businesses were all closed this late otherwise who knows who could have been peeking in the windows or even calling 911. She heard the drawers opening and closing in the room beyond and wondered what he was looking for. She flexed her numb fingers and for the first time realized how uncomfortable she was laying on top of them. Jake reappeared in the door with a wooden spoon in hand, and the other behind his back.

  Charlene’s eyes went wide in terror. “No, Jake, no. I can’t do that.” She started inching her way to the far side of the bed, her eyes fixated on the spoon.

  “What exactly do you think I’m going to do with this, Charlie?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice as he stepped into the room. “I can guarantee you; whatever I initially intended will be worse because you moved.” He stopped at the side of the bed, almost exactly where he previously stood over her. His words froze Charlene in mid-scamper. Her eyes remained focused on the spoon now tapping menacingly against his thigh.

  She considered her options carefully. There weren’t many. She could either put a stop to this or let him continue. This wasn’t her, none of this was. So why was she finding it so difficult to utter the word that would end this… whatever this was. The simple fact was there was a part of her that enjoyed what happened so far. No one ever made her feel like this before; no one ever took so much time for her pleasure before. How much of herself, her own pleasure did she have to give in order for him to get his? Exactly what got him off, and more importantly how much of her flesh was required for payment for what he’d already given her?

  “What’s it going to be, Charlene?” he asked quietly. “I told you I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. I will say this though. You were meant to be mine. I saw the unmitigated lust in your eyes. I felt the hunger boil to the surface. If you’d been able to get your hands on me you would’ve devoured me whole.” When he saw her indigence start to rise, he held the spoon toward her. “Don’t bother to deny it. To the rest of the world you’re a hell of a business-woman who has everything. To me, you’re more than that. You’re a slut, Charlene, a beautiful, delicious, wanton, and the most desirable slut a man could ever want. You’re my slut and I’ll protect and cherish everything you are and have to offer me. Having you open yourself to me like this, putting your trust in me — well there’s nothing more important or gives me honor in the entire world. But if you’re not ready to trust me on that level, that’s okay. Just don’t do yourself the dishonor of denying what you are.”

  Charlene felt her heart swell, her emotions bubbled to the surface. “I’m scared, Jake.”

  “I understand, Charlene. One word and I won’t go any further. Remember though, even though I hold this and intend to use it on you,” he replied holding up the spoon, “it’s not like I was going to beat you senseless. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

  Charlene nodded; somewhat pacified and a bit embarrassed that she would jump to such a harsh conclusion. She smiled feebly, “It is a bit silly, isn’t it?”

  “Not really. Anything can be used lightly or heavy enough to cause damage which is sometimes permanent, especially in the wrong hands. I’d never use something on you I wasn’t experienced with. I never want to hurt you in a bad way. I know those are only words, and all I can do is ask you to trust me on this.”

  Charlene hesitated for a fraction of a second before she pulled up on her knees and inched back in front of him. “I do trust you Jake. Can I ask one favor?”

  Jake smiled and brushed a strand of hair from her face with the handle of the spoon. “Sure you can ask, but that doesn’t guarantee you’ll get it.”

  Charlene felt a shiver climb up her spine as his words registered. With a sigh of resignation and determination she asked softly, “Can you free my hands? They’re starting to go numb underneath me.”

  Jake laughed. “Yes, I can do that. Next time tell me that’s happening. Numb extremities are not always a good thing. Now turn around.”

  Charlene felt relief flood through her. “I didn’t notice it until you left the room. I was a tad preoccupied you know.”

  “Oh yes, I know, and plan to have you a bit more than a tad preoccupied very shortly,” he replied as he leaned forward and nibbled on the back of her neck while his fingers fumbled with the hidden buttons on the cuffs of her blouse.

  With her back to him, he realized her holes were positioned perfectly to his groin. He pulled her hips against him and ground into her backside. He jerked the blouse free of her wrists and placed his hand on the center of her back and pushed. “Change of plans, put your face on the bed. Grab hold of the blanket on each side of your head and don’t let go. Understood?”

  Charlene fell forward at his not so gentle prodding and secured a fist full of comforter in each hand. “Understood, Jake.”

  “Good girl,” he responded. “God you’re so fucking beautiful, Charlie. You have the most spankable ass. Did you know that?”

  Charlene remembered the last exchange which had ended with that type of question and promptly replied huskily, “No, I didn’t know I had such a spankable ass, Jake.” To emphasize her remark, she wiggled her ass and smiled when she heard Jake groan. The words coming out of her mouth didn’t sound stupid, they sounded confident, like a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go for it. She suddenly felt empowered, she was an active part of this…whatever this was, and she fully intended to be a part. She was a slut, maybe not to the rest of the world, but she was for Jake, and right now that’s all that mattered.

  She felt his hands rubbing her cheeks and thighs and it felt good, more than good. Something was missing though, and the realization of what it was shocked her, she wanted to feel the sting. She wiggled her hips again. “If it’s so spankable, Jake, why aren’t you spanking it?”

  Jake grabbed each cheek in his palms and dug his fingers into her flesh. “You fucking wanton slut. You want me to spank it don’t you? Ask and receive. you little cunt bitch.” With that he swung his hand and landed his first slap right on the fleshy part of her bottom. Charlene’s head swung back as she yelped, but he noticed her hands stayed tightly grasped within the blanket. He rubbed out the sting for a moment before he issued alternating spankings to each globe. While he didn’t ask her to count, he mentally kept a tally as her cheeks turned bright pink. He enjoyed the deep hiss of air escaping through her teeth, or each loud gasp as he fanned the fire he ignited in her flesh.

  Without skipping a beat, he transferred the wooden spoon to his spanking hand and started rubbing it over her pink flesh. Charlene tensed when she realized the spoon would be the cause of the next sting she felt. When he pulled it from her bottom, she prepared to howl from the impact, but the contact was merely a series of light taps all over her gluts. As she grew accustomed to the almost hypnotic feeling, she realized that she wanted more…again. Christ, what was she turning into?

  The next blow caught her unaware and landed square and hard. Instead of screaming out as she assumed she would, she instinctively clenched her muscles and leaned forward, away from the punishing sensation. Her ass was on fire from the single stroke, but in those few seconds, the heat eman
ated throughout her entire body and silently screamed out for more. Adrenaline kicked in and she embraced it like a warm blanket and eased back toward him. “So my little slut likes the spoon, does she not?”

  “Yes, Jake, your little slut likes the spoon,” she revealed before she even had a chance to second-guess herself. He rewarded her with a half dozen more swats to each cheek, until they were as flaming red on the outside as he knew she was on the inside.

  He could see the moisture leaking through her folds, proof his suspicions had been right all along. His cock strained in his trousers, aching to sink into her heat, but he wasn’t ready to give in to his carnal lust just yet. He wanted her back in the mindless void of her own hunger. He leaned forward and unclasped her bra and pushed it up her back. Her tits dangled freely now and he resumed the tapping along each one, slowly increasing the intensity until she moaned and writhed in ecstasy.

  “Oh God, please, Jake, I need you,” she groaned.

  “You need me for what?” he responded with a sharp crack of the spoon on her right ass cheek. “You need to tell me specifically what you want, whore.” He repeated the same intense slap of the spoon to the other crimson cheek.

  “Oh holy fuck!” she cried out in an agonizing husky growl. “Fuck me please, God fuck me now.”

  Jake took the handle of the spoon and rubbed it along her slit. “Is this what you need?” he chided. He watched her dry hump the wooden shaft, her pelvis undulating in an attempt to help it slip inside. Jake abruptly pulled it free, and smacked each cheek another half dozen times with more force than before. He smiled as Charlene tensed and squirmed, but didn’t pull away from the sting.

  He wondered if he had a little pain slut in the making on his hands. If he had his way, he’d have years to cultivate that need in her and him as well. “I asked you a question.”

  By this time Charlene’s senses were in complete overdrive. She craved, yes actually craved, those sharp stinging blows. My God she wanted more of them; they really charged her up — made her feel energized. Not only energized, but hungry, starved even for Jake and everything he had to offer. “I need your cock, Jake. Please fuck me. God please give me your cock.”

  Jake loosened his pants and freed his throbbing cock. He would love nothing more than to plow into her sweet cunt and bury himself balls deep right now, but she wasn’t quite there yet. Just about, but not yet, watching her liberate herself and enter his world was worth the wait. His intent wasn’t to push her much further, but take her deeper until she reached the pivotal moment where nothing else mattered. He decided to taunt her and make her think about her last statement and just how far he could take them both.

  He toyed with the tip of the handle right at her cunt hole’s entrance. “You want my cock, Charlene? My big, hard, thick cock I have in my hand right now, this very second?” Charlene groaned and leaned back on her knees, unwittingly exposing more of her to his eyes.

  “Oh God, Jake, please give me your big, hard, thick cock. Please.” She parroted back to him, she reached a point where she didn’t care how she sounded, she only knew what she needed, and his cock was at this very second, it. She felt the head of Jake’s cock slide along her slick lips, back and forth, clit to vagina repeatedly. The pleading must be working, she reasoned, so she opted to continue, “Please Jake, give me your hard cock…” she paused and pushed the envelope, “Give it to your slut.”

  Even as foreign as those words sounded coming from her own lips, in some sense she knew it to be true, and hearing herself utter the words only validated her feelings. “Please Jake, please.”

  “Mmm, I’d love to give you my cock, Charlene, you little slut..,” he paused and slid his juice slickened cockhead up past her cunt hole and applied the slightest bit of pressure on her anus. He all but laughed out loud when he felt her tense, but was more surprised when he heard nothing resembling protest. Would she offer up her ass to him? No fucking way he decided. With a growl, he reached over, wound his hand in her hair and yanked her head back toward him. “You didn’t say where you wanted my cock, slut. So does this mean I can put it wherever I want?” he snarled in her ear. He purposely kept the pressure on her back door, emphasizing the option was very real.

  Charlene gasped and choked out, “I trust you not to hurt me, Jake. If you want to fuck my ass, go for it.”

  The submission of her puckered hole was a serious temptation, but he couldn’t guarantee in his current state he wouldn’t cause her some kind of pain. That and he wasn’t sure she’d ever had her ass fucked. He pressed harder and felt the instinctive resistance. She wasn’t ready for it yet, and just the knowledge that it was there for his taking made tomorrow a much sweeter day. Jake shifted his hips and drove into her wet tight cunt in one stroke.

  Charlene let out a loud groan as his cock filled her. “Fuck. God Jake that feels good.”

  Her head fell back as he started to gain momentum. With one hand still in her hair, and the other firmly planted on a hip, they fell into a smooth rhythm. The room echoed with grunts, groans and the slapping of flesh against flesh. Jake released her hair and she fell back toward the bed — still grasping and clawing at the comforter beneath her. She also realized by dropping her head and torso, Jake could reach even deeper within her womb with each thrust, which in turn escalated her climb toward the big release.

  Jake reached over to the side where he’d deposited the battery operated drink mixer. It was a self-contained spherical unit that, without the mixing appendage, vibrated nicely. He reached around, turned it on and pressed it to her sensitive clit. Charlene jumped at the sensation and came immediately. Her cunt closed in around his cock, spasm after spasm rocking through him. He all but completely withdrew but left the makeshift vibe attached to her over stimulated clit. He held it firm as she tried to squirm away from the intrusion, but Jake pressed forward, pushing her flat to the mattress. He knelt by the bedside and pulled her cunt to his eager lips.

  “Hold your ankles!” he bellowed. Once she had each one firm in her hands, he pushed her thighs wider and feasted on both her holes.

  It didn’t take long for her to topple over the edge again, screaming out his name as she soared. He held her tight, with one arm wrapped around her waist he thrust his tongue in her hot, dripping snatch and kept the vibrating appliance planted against her clit, unrelenting, sadistic, and demanding in his drive to give her more, and take everything she had to give. He drove her to the edge and pushed her over until each orgasm blended in with the next. When he was positive she entered the state of oblivion, he rose and quickly turned her over, spread her thighs wide, pushing them back toward her chest, and entered her in another quick and hard thrust- filling her tight channel with his cock. He knew she was near spent but also knew she had more to give and more for him to take. Charlene bordered on the brink of delirium, never before had someone pushed her orgasmic bliss to the edge, but just when she thought she was through, she felt Jake enter her and fill her.

  This was the crescendo, the final act that made her even more complete than a mere few seconds ago. By what seemed like osmosis, her hands finally connected with his flesh and splayed across his chest. As he pounded her core, she paid no notice to the fact her knees flanked her chest, her nether regions were spread wide and on display. No, the only thing that mattered was Jake drilling into her, making her feel more complete than she’d ever dreamed possible. Her hands framed his face as their eyes locked.

  “Fuck me, Jake, fuck my cunt and take me,” she coaxed and prodded. All sense of self-consciousness was erased; nothing mattered except what he did and was doing to her at that moment. Charlene didn’t think; she acted only on instinct, realizing just who and what she was and was meant to be. It all clicked in her mind at that particular moment as she gave him what she innately knew he craved… her.

  She gave no conscious thought to the visual picture of the scene, but let herself ride on the emotion, and in that split second realized there was nothing she wouldn’t do for this man
who over the years and in the last hour had given so much. “Take me Jake. Make me yours, all yours!” she cried out over his grunts and groans.

  “Mine. You’re mine,” Jake uttered, lost in his own ecstasy at that point, feeling his own release surging through his veins. He heard her words and registered her final submission to him, and as he thrust into her for the last time before his own orgasm claimed him, he roared… “Mine!!”

  POWER PLAY:

  Katie and the Dom

  By Selena Kitt

  “It was Mr. Thomas Dunn, in the library, with the book,” her best friend, Lori, kept saying. “If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have this stupid bee in your bonnet about this whole BDSM thing!” And she was probably right. It was quiet, polite, balding and bespectacled Mr. Dunn coming into her library looking for “The Erotic Bondage Handbook” who had created an itch she couldn’t quite scratch, who had set her, unwittingly, down this very path, a long and winding road that now ended with Katie sobbing uncontrollably, naked, on her knees, and choking on a ball-gag.

  Katie learned everything from books—she always had. She supposed most librarians did. So while it started with her own copy of “The Erotic Bondage Handbook,” it didn’t end there. She moved on to more titillating fare quite quickly, from Anne Rice’s novels, written under a pseudonym, of course—there was always an air of the obscene about the topic, no matter where she turned—to “The Story of O.”

  She couldn’t seem to get enough of the commanding Doms, the bright red spankings, the maddening restraints and there was something about the allure of a flogger that promised to sting like bees and fall like rain on the tender, untouched terrain of her pale white flesh that left her breathless and desperate, twisted in her sheets at night, crying out with longing.

  And then she started going to the BDSM Internet sites. At first it was just to glean information, and then, she had to admit, to meet people. Maybe there was someone out there, someone local, who might be interested in teaching her? Because more than anything, Katie wanted to learn. She wanted to be the one on her knees in front of her master, following his lead, giving herself over completely to his desires.