BDSM EROTICA: A Hot, Hardcore Anthology

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

  “Does the health club give all their employees keys to the building?” Katie inquired as she followed him inside down a tiled hallway.

  “I own it.” Liam unlocked another door, pushing it open, and Katie followed. The door told her where they were going—the women’s locker room.

  “So you’re not a personal trainer?”

  “I used to be.” Liam put their clothes on a bench, except for Katie’s wet panties and bra. Those he tossed into the dryer they used for towels, turning it on before heading for the showers. She followed him there too, neither of them speaking as they stepped under the water.

  The steam of the showers was a welcome relief from the cold and Katie let the stinging spray needle her skin. Liam used the body-wash dispenser on the wall, soaping his hands, and then turning to her. Katie watched in amazement as he paid close attention to every inch of her body, scrubbing her hair and rinsing it thoroughly before moving down to her shoulders and back, forcing her to turn and put her hands flat against the wall. He didn’t speak—his body and hands told her what to do, moving her this way and that with a shift of his hip, a gentle tug of his soapy hands.

  He spent time washing her ass, still red from his spanking. She wondered if she’d have handprints. She hoped so. Then he turned her around and she watched in wonder as he dropped to his knees, something she never would have imagined him doing—weren’t Doms the ones who were supposed to force submissives to their knees?—his hands roaming her front in the same way they had over her back.

  “Liam,” she whispered, fingers moving in his thick, wet hair. She still loved feeling his name in her mouth. He kissed her navel, tongue dipping in provocatively, his eyes on hers as his slick, soapy hands moved over the gentle hills of her breasts. She moaned when he thumbed her nipples. They’d been hard for so long they almost hurt.

  “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her hipbone, his tongue tracing the curve downward. She wanted to believe him, and by the time his mouth reached her pubic hair, she did. He looked at her body as if it was a place to worship, and when he reached her pussy, he drank her in like wine, burying his face there and shifting her legs over his shoulders so he could slide her body up the tile. Katie cried out with pleasure, lost in sensation, his mouth fastened on her mound, hands holding her in place, cupped over her breasts, her nipples hard under his fingers.

  “Give yourself to me.” His words made her open her eyes and look at him. I am, she thought, but was she? Her body was tense, her mind racing. He shook his head slowly, reading her eyes, her mind. She bit her lip, trying to keep it in, all the feeling, all the fear, the desire, but she couldn’t contain it. A little sob escaped her throat, and she shook her head, as if to clear it, but it was no use. It overwhelmed her in an instant, and she was awash with feeling, drowning in it, unable to stand in the tide.

  “That’s my girl.” He turned to kiss her thigh, rubbing his cheek there, stubbly and rough. “Let it go. Let me have you. All of you.”

  “Please, I…” She didn’t know what to say. There weren’t words. And she found she didn’t need them. All she needed to do was surrender, to let herself go in his arms, not just her body but her mind, oh god, the whole of her, every part and essence of who she was, laid bare and quivering before him. It wasn’t possible. He wouldn’t want her. He couldn’t possibly see her completely open and vulnerable and not turn away.

  But her fears were unfounded.

  He devoured her as if he couldn’t get enough, a cloud of steam rising around them, the water from the shower splashing off his broad, strong back and shoulders. Katie hung on, going along for the ride, letting him take her wherever he wanted her to go. She couldn’t help the soft mews of pleasure escaping her throat as she writhed against the tile, her cries growing louder, echoing off the bathroom walls the closer she got to her destination.

  Her climax rocked them both, Katie’s back arching, shoving her pussy fully against his eager mouth, and he moved to grab her hips, steadying her as she came and came, flooding him with her juices. When Liam slowly lifted her legs off his shoulders, letting her slide down the wall to join him on her knees in the shower, she was still so dizzy, she wasn’t quite sure where she was until she looked into his eyes.

  “Pretty kitty.” He chuckled, touching her nose with the tip of his finger. She looked at him in wonder and disbelief. Kitty? He looked like the cat that ate the canary, full and satisfied. He honestly looked like he’d enjoyed that as much as she did. Maybe more. Was that possible?

  She put her arms around his neck, pressing her body fully to his, seeing his eyes light up and then begin to smolder. She nuzzled his shoulder, licking his collarbone, feeling his cock pressed against her hip. He was harder than granite.

  “I want you,” she confessed, turning her face up to his, showing him with her hips, a slow grind. “Please, please.” He was so hard she could barely stand it. “Oh, Liam, please!”

  “God, I like hearing you beg,” he said, and then stood, taking her with him, still in his arms. He kissed the top of her head. “But not tonight, Kitten. Go get dressed. I need to wash up.”

  He smacked her bottom to get her to move, and finally she did, following his order and making her way out to the dressing area, finding clean towels on a cart near the lockers. After she retrieved her bra and panties, which were thankfully dry, she got dressed slowly. She searched her purse for a comb, glancing in the mirror, sure she would find herself a crazy mess, and for a moment she didn’t recognize the woman she saw.

  Her face was flushed, eyes bright, her hair a wet tangled mass of dark curls over her shoulders. Was this the same woman who had been shelving books at five o’clock earlier today? She wasn’t sure. And then Liam appeared beside her, dressed, their coats over his arm, the only indication of their evening his still-wet hair. She met his eyes in the mirror, wondering what he was thinking. She knew he wasn’t wondering about her, because he looked like he knew exactly what she was feeling.

  Liam helped her on with her coat and she let him lead her again, this time through the front door. They said goodbye standing between her Honda and his Maserati in the empty library parking lot, snow starting to fall again.

  “Drive carefully.” He pulled her coat closer around her neck. Her hair was still damp and she was shivery.

  “Liam, are we… are you…?” She didn’t know how to ask the question, wasn’t even sure what she wanted to ask.

  “Shh.” He gathered her up and kissed her—their first kiss, after everything that had happened since they met just a week ago, with Katie naked and shackled on her knees in his basement. She couldn’t believe this was their first real kiss, but it was, and she was thinking about that when he slipped his arms around her waist, his mouth slanting across hers, tongue soft and exploring.

  She stood on her tiptoes in her heels, arms around his broad neck, giving as good as she got, wanting more, trying to tell him so with her body, and when they parted, both of them breathless, she thought he’d gotten her message.

  “I’ve got a busy week.” Liam closed his eyes, touching his forehead to hers. “I’ll call you on Friday.”

  A week! A whole week? Her body protested, pressing into his, and Liam groaned as she kissed him again, all greedy, hungry mouth, sliding her slim thigh between his thickly muscled ones.

  “Easy,” he murmured, and she wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself. “Take a week. Read the book. We’ll talk.”

  The book. She’d almost forgotten. But she was tired of reading about it—she wanted to do it!

  “Goodnight, Katie.”

  He waited for her to get into her Honda, making sure she was buckled, before he got into his little red sports car. She gave him a wave as she started the engine, putting the car into “drive” and wondering how in the hell she was supposed to get through the next week.

  * * * *

  Lori said she wouldn’t make it to Monday, but she was wrong. Katie made it to Wednesday, sitting at her desk, wastin
g time and playing on Facebook in between check-outs. She flipped through all the “Hump Day” references, which only made it worse. She couldn’t think of anything but Liam. She’d devoured his book, reading until four in the morning that first night, finishing it the next day, unshowered and still in her pajamas, the following afternoon.

  Now she understood. She understood everything, why Patrick was a top and Liam was a dominant, why she was a submissive—at least on paper.

  At lunch time, she grabbed her brown-bag lunch and sat in her little office in the back. Two more days. Just two more days. She flipped through a magazine, not seeing the half-starved models and actresses pretending they were happy in fancy dresses or half-naked on beaches. None of it made sense anyway. Since Liam had left her in the parking lot, her world had turned from color back to black and white.

  Katie opened her lunch, looking at her turkey sandwich on whole wheat and thought she’d never seen anything more boring in her life. Then she remembered the crab, the tiramisu. She took a bite and it tasted like cardboard. No, this wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all. Flipping the page, she sighed, and then saw a tear-out card in the middle, the name on it catching her attention.

  She got up, tossing her lunch into the trash, grabbing her purse and coat.

  She wasn’t hungry after all. At least not for food.

  “Chris, I’m going home.” Katie spoke to her co-worker at the desk as she shrugged on her coat. “I’m not feeling right.”

  That was true enough.

  “Sick?” He looked up at her, frowning. Dependable Katie didn’t take days off. She’d even come to work once with the flu.

  Lovesick, she thought, but just nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

  “Feel better!” he called.

  It was crazy but there was only one thing that was going to cure whatever was ailing her. It only took her half an hour to go home and change. When she pulled her car into the health club parking lot and cut the engine, she was muttering to herself about crazy stalker women, but she grabbed her bag and purse and went in anyway.

  A librarian’s salary was enough for her to live on with only a few luxuries like Netflix and DVR for her cable. It certainly wasn’t enough for a gym membership. But the little tear-out card offered her a one-day free pass, and she was going to take advantage of that. More than most, she hoped, looking around the busy lobby. The place was packed with people dressed just as she was, in yoga pants and tank-tees and trainers, carrying water bottles and hand towels.

  “Can I help you?” A blonde at the counter smiled and waved her over and Katie gave her the free membership pass, which turned into a sales pitch the likes of she hadn’t heard since a Kirby salesman had shown up at her door wanting to sell her a fifteen-hundred dollar vacuum. She didn’t buy that and she wasn’t going to buy this either—but she didn’t tell Jenna that.

  Jenna was very bright and bubbly and knowledgeable about things like Kettle Bells and core training and aqua-aerobics. She took her on a tour of the facility and Katie smiled and nodded as they went through the women’s locker room. It was already quite familiar to her—although she didn’t tell Jenna so as she put her purse and bag in the locker, pinning the key to the waistband of her yoga pants.

  Finally, Katie couldn’t stand it anymore. “So, is Mr. Quinn around?”

  “He’s upstairs.” Jenna pointed upward and Katie saw a row of mirrored glass all around the gym. “That’s where the offices are. Do you… do you know him?”

  “Oh, sort of.” Katie shrugged, trying to keep the heat from her cheeks, but she couldn’t help wondering if he could see her right now, staring up at him. “So what were you saying about yoga classes?”

  Finding her place in her sales pitch, Jenna went on, showing Katie their large, open classroom. It was right under the mirrored glass windows and Katie imagined Liam would have quite a view from up there. Smirking, Katie suddenly had an idea.

  Turning to Jenna, she said, “I think I want to stay and do yoga. Is that okay?”

  “Sure!” Jenna smiled that dazzling smile. “Just come talk to me when it’s over, okay?”

  Katie took a mat and spread it out, starting to stretch. Others were doing the same. According to Jenna, the class didn’t start for another five or ten minutes. Katie made sure her oh-so-casual stretches were done in a very slow, sexy sort of way, bending over quite a lot—especially with her back to the mirror. The truth was, she didn’t know if he was watching—but it was fun to imagine that he was—and she didn’t really expect to see him today. She just felt strangely comforted by the idea that she was in the same place, at the same time.

  Yep, you’re a stalker, this confirms it.

  The class started, the instructor a very flexible redhead who made the poses look easy, while Katie, who hadn’t done yoga in ten years, struggled to maintain her balance. So much for looking sexy, she thought, but she didn’t have much time to think about Liam or the titillating fact he might be watching from somewhere. She had to concentrate on not falling down.

  She was right in the middle of a Downward Dog pose—although she couldn’t see any resemblance between her butt-in-the-air posture to any dog she’d ever known—when Jenna appeared at her side, breaking her concentration and making Katie fall straight down to the mat in a sweaty heap.

  “Um, you’re Katie Nelson, right?” Jenna inquired. She looked a little scared and it made Katie alarmed.

  “Yes?”

  “Mr. Quinn wants to see you.”

  Katie blinked at her. “He does?”

  She smiled all the way up the back stairs, down a long hallway until it came to a dead-end. Jenna knocked, smiling at Katie, but it wasn’t that dazzling salesgirl smile anymore, it was the polite, uncomfortable sort.

  “Come in.” Liam was at his desk in a tall leather chair, a phone to his ear, feet up, his view exactly as Katie had pictured it, of the yoga class below.

  “Sir, this is—”

  “Thank you, Jenna.” He dismissed her, not unkindly, and Jenna shut the door behind her, leaving Katie and Liam alone.

  “I’ll call you back.” He hung up the phone, shaking his head and looking up at her. “Brat.”

  “Who me?” She hid a smirk and only half-succeeded. “I just found one of those free membership trials in a magazine…”

  “Let’s not play games, Katie.” Liam stood and she felt her knees weaken. His physical presence did that to her. “I told you I was busy this week.”

  “I know,” she agreed, toying with the key pinned to her waistband. “I didn’t intend to bother you.”

  He snorted, incredulous. “You spreading your legs and bending over on the yoga mats down there in my gym is bothering me.”

  “Is it?” She knew she sounded a little too hopeful.

  “You know it is.” He took a step toward her and she felt her heart stop for a moment as he reached past and pushed a button on the door, locking it. “Now undress.”

  She gaped at him, eyes wide.

  “I won’t say it again, Katie.” He strode back to his desk, already pulling at his tie. “I’m not going to play games with you. I’m going to give you exactly what you came here for.”

  Promises, promises.

  She started with her tank, pulling it over her head, and she heard his intake of breath when it left her nude from the waist up—she wasn’t wearing a bra. Tossing it on the leather sofa, she turned her back to him, inching her yoga pants down, taking her panties along with them. Her trainers and socks were still downstairs next to her mat—she’d come upstairs barefoot.

  “Now come here.” His voice was low, soft, a little hoarse, and she turned to find his suit coat off, along with his trousers and shoes, his white dress-shirt unbuttoned down the front. He was wearing a pair of navy blue boxers, and they were tented quite nicely. It made her mouth water.

  Completely nude, she went to where he was leaning back against the edge of his desk. Any man in his boxers, wearing just a shirt and a pair of black so
cks, should have looked ridiculous, but he didn’t. He looked sexy as hell, even with the bulge in his boxers. Maybe especially because of it.

  His gaze dipped downward, and then back up, his eyes meeting hers. “I have an important meeting in about twenty minutes. Before that, you’re going to do everything I tell you to do. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, a thrill going through her as he reached inside his boxers, freeing his cock for her view. He had big hands, but his cock made his fist look small as he began to slowly pump it, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “Get on your knees.”

  She sank before him, knowing just how he’d felt in the showers when he was on his knees before her, ready to worship him. A smile played at the corners of his mouth and he brought a hand to her hair, pulled back into a workout ponytail, yanking the elastic out and letting it spill all around her shoulders.

  “Suck it.”

  She did, finally, gladly, taking the offering of his cock into her mouth like a gift. He fed it to her, slow and easy, rubbing the head of it against the inside of her cheeks, along her eager tongue, over her wet lips.

  “You like sucking cock.” It wasn’t a question but she responded by taking him deeper into her throat, eyes on his, as deep as she could go. Liam groaned when his entire length had disappeared into her mouth, pressing his hips forward, making her gag.

  Katie dribbled saliva down her chin, over her breasts, his cock so filling her mouth and throat she could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. He grabbed a handful of her hair, easing back out, and she licked at his length the whole way, using her tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking the tip when it appeared at her lips, thick with her saliva.

  “Please,” she begged hoarsely from her knees. “Oh Liam, please…”

  “Stand up.”

  She rose slowly, dizzy, oxygen-deprived, but she knew he would hang onto her, and he did, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her to him. She wrapped her legs around him, wiggling in his arms, her pussy so hungry for his cock it was seeking it all on its own, Katie’s hips grinding uncontrollably.