by L. A. Boruff
“You have me,” I said innocently, looking from one muscular bicep braced to one side of my head to the other.
He kissed me hard, and I smiled against his passion before his kiss enflamed me too. My fingers tangled in his hair, and my hips rose, seeking him. His tip brushed against my wet, throbbing lips before he slid inside, and the two of us groaned in relief as he pushed inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. He rocked in and out of me, and I reached back under our interlocked bodies to take his balls in hand once again. He buried his head in my shoulder as I toyed with him, and I felt an evil grin spread across my lips. It felt so good to torment him and please him at once.
Then the grin fell away as the two of us moved together. With my thighs wrapped around his waist, my heels sliding across his hard-muscled calves, and my arm tight against his shoulders, I was suspended from his body. His hard pecs pressed against my nipples, stimulating them with every back-and-forth motion. Every time he slid away, he slid almost out entirely and then he rocked back in, hitting my g-spot before his tip shoved deep, deep enough to mix pain with my pleasure, the intensity of his cock gliding all the way in almost too much for me.
Almost.
I handled his balls hard in revenge, seeking to take him to the same pleasure-pain intermingling, and he exhaled hard in surprise. His lips curled up, his eye catching mine through the edge of his mask, and then he bit down on my shoulder. I groaned at the scrape of his teeth over my shoulder, the way he drew my skin into his mouth, beginning to suck a bruise.
I took his face in my palm, my thumb resting on his hard-angled jaw, feeling the heat of his smooth-shaven skin, even though my fingertips were on that cold impenetrable mask. “Do you intend to mark me, Fox? How rude.”
He lifted his mouth from my skin, and cool air caressed the damp, bruised skin. He pressed a kiss to the bruise, although he seemed entirely unrepentant.
“I intend to mark you in every way,” he promised, “as mine.”
Then he rocked deep into me again. My fingertips curled into the back of his neck, pulling him against me. Though our masks were between us, I pressed my cheek against his.
And when I came, I might have called his name, if I’d known it.
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Caia Daniels: Something Wicked
A Boys of Summer Short Story
Dane Cruse
After three years of secretly lusting for the captivating Madame of Scandal from behind closed playroom doors, I want in.
During the off-season, Summerlan West holds parties just for Scandal staff. Tonight she held her annual Halloween party, and as usual, she has an afterparty going on inside her private playroom. That’s the party I want an invite to. Even if it’s just for tonight, ‘cuz tonight’s all I’ve got left. I’m moving out tomorrow, and I owe her.
See, about three years ago, the goddess saved my life.
Literally.
After a drug deal went wrong back home in St. Louis, the drug lord blew up my car, killing my father, thinking it was me. I managed to hide out until a dude my dad knew gave me a couple hundred bucks and put me on a one-way Amtrak to New York City.
Summer was waiting at Union Station when I arrived.
She took me in, gave me a job and a place to stay. Back then, I was a scrawny, arrogant punk but Summer helped me create a new identity. She fucking reinvented me. Kept me safe from the dude that killed my dad and transformed my look, my mannerisms.
Everything that was Damon Meucci, loser and drug dealer, is gone. Replaced by Dane Cruse, a newly signed model for one of the most elite talent agencies in the world.
Summerlan West saved my life in every way a life could be saved.
You’d think after all she’s done for me, that’d be enough, but I’m a greedy bastard.
I want more.
See, Summer has her own harem. A real as fuck harem. Men. Women. She lives by her own rules. Never in my life have I met anyone so seductive. So strong.
So powerful.
Up till this point, she’d rejected my pathetic advances. Probably ‘cuz I’m like, 15 years younger than her. I think she’s trying to protect me after all I’ve been through, but I don’t need or want protecting.
I want Summer.
It’s well after midnight now and most of the attendees have either left or disappeared into their own private playrooms. Scandal is enormous. Like a hotel with themed playrooms for any sexual fantasy you can imagine.
I’ve been in Summer’s playroom once or twice before, either on a tour or to fetch something. The dungeon is… downright fucking lit.
I’m supposed to be going back to my room now, but I have other plans.
My heart is racing as I creep my way down the dim, deserted hallway toward Summer’s playroom. I suck in a breath as I reach the closed door and lift my fist to knock, holding it inches from my fantasy that’s been three years in the making.
Releasing a stilted breath, I bang on the door and wait.
Nobody answers, as expected. From what I’ve heard, Summer’s not an easy catch. If you want an invite into her inner circle, you gotta try harder than that. She likes playing hard to get, or rather, she just is hard to get. Doesn’t matter. I’ll stand here knocking all night if that’s what it takes.
No way I’m letting this ship sail.
I knock again, harder this time. After a third round, someone finally answers. The door swings open slowly, offering me a look at who’s inside.
My roommate Knox answers. Doesn’t seem too surprised to see me. He chuckles while shaking his head, then turns and looks back at Summer.
Inside her playroom, there’s an orgy of sorts going on already.
Luna’s sitting at the edge of a purple velvet divan. She’s one of the girls who gives ladies bisexual fantasies. I had no idea she was part of Summer’s harem. She’s wearing a black thong and nothing on top, her perky nipples are standing at attention. Girl’s holding Summer’s stocking covered feet, giving her a massage. Luna stops for a second, breaking character, and smirks.
Summer’s sitting in Lucian’s lap. Lucian is both Summer’s business partner and her primary. Dude is tall, buff, and badass. Just like Summer. The two mesh well together.
Beside them, two of Summer’s bisexual dudes are making out on the floor on a grey fuzzy rug. Naked, of course.
Knox is still waiting for Summer to respond.
“What can I do for you, Dane?” Summer finally asks.
I swallow down my fear, stand straighter and tilt up my chin. “Let me join you.”
Summer narrows her eyes and tilts her head to the side. Amused. “Why?”
What do I say to that? Seriously, why should this sexual prowess invite me into her playroom?
“Because I want you. Because I’m hot. Because… you want me.”
A smirk crosses her face. “And what do you have to offer me?” Her eyes widen, gesturing around at her already full harem of beautiful men and women.
“Anything you want.”
Gasps fill the room. Actual fucking gasps.
“Anything?” She cocks an eyebrow. “Oh darling. I’d be careful with statements like that. You’ll end up getting your ass tanned and perhaps even pummeled by one of my boys here.” She gestures to Cache and Caine on the floor, who are still holding each other but are now giving me heated horny stares.
Yeah, maybe she has a point. Dudes aren’t really my type, but hey. To each their own. I desperately want in, but a
m I willing to fuck a dude if that’s what Summer wants?
Truth is, I trust her. Summer knows me, and she’s been nothing but protective since I got here. Doubt she’d push me too far past my comfort zone. And while I know she’s still way out of my league and I have zero chance at any future with her, I still want to fuck her. At least once.
And part of me knows she wants me, too.
I glance around at the naked men and women, all staring at me now, waiting for my answer.
“I trust you.” I swallow hard, eyes glued to Summer’s.
Her harem looks back to her now, as curious as me to hear her decision.
Scandal is all about fantasy.
Summer took the archaic male model of the brothel, broke the patriarchal wheel, and built a brand-new empire empowering women. She gives them their ultimate sexual fantasies.
Tonight, I hope she’ll give me mine.
Summer changes her look up so much, it’s hard to know her true hair and eye color, but after being here for the past few years, I know the real Summer – the woman behind the façade.
She’s truly exotic no matter what she wears. Beautiful. Breathtaking. Tall and built, and sexy as hell.
Tonight, she’s wearing a dark wine-colored wig and a witch’s hat. Earlier, she had on the sexiest black gown but now, she’s simply dressed in a crimson corset, a matching lace thong and black thigh high stockings.
Summer stares at me for a moment, eyes narrowed. She takes off her hat, handing it to Luna and lifts her legs from Luna’s lap. Rising to her full height of six foot one, she then saunters across the room, causing my breath to hitch with every step she takes.
Not gonna lie, the goddess does things to me.
Summer whispers something to Knox, slaps his bare ass and shoos him aside, then stands in front of me. Her eyes stare into mine. Deeply.
“You know what happens in here, right?” She gestures to her harem.
My gaze is captured by Luna, who’s now being led by Knox to some strange wooden contraption.
“These toys are mine. There’s no special treatment. No exclusivity.” She turns back and stares once more, her tongue making a quick graze across her luscious wine-stained lips. “Inside my playroom, I’m not the woman who found you on a train. I’m the sovereign of this empire.”
“I know who you are,” I say softly as I bravely brush a red curl off her shoulder.
Something gentle flinches in her expression, but just for a second before she shakes it off, returning to her usual commanding presence.
“I want you. Want to be part of your private world, even if it’s just tonight.” I swallow down my fear. “You created this, the man I’ve become. And you sample all your other creations, so… I figured you should get to play with me. At least once.”
Summer grins. “And you don’t think all I’ve done for you will make that awkward?”
I shake my head no. Slowly and methodically. My eyes stare into hers with every ounce of intensity I have. Something she taught me.
Summer steps closer, her gaze never wavering, her lips just centimeters from mine. Sweet breath blows across my face, forcing me to lick my lips, half expecting to taste the Merlot from her tongue.
Unexpectedly, Summer plunges her lips onto mine. Kisses come slowly at first, though not chaste by any means. She grabs my ass and pulls me into her, grinding her waist, enough that my erection grows inside my jeans as she wiggles her hips. Although technically I’ve been hard this whole time.
She’s probably trying to see if there’s any chemistry between us.
There is.
My heart is thudding out of my chest now, and my breathing grows erratic as I raise my hands and grip her hips, feeling her soft skin beneath the corset.
So fucking classy. So fucking sexy.
As she kisses me, my self-doubt is stirring, begging her not to make this the first and last time I get to taste her lips. Feel her body pressed to mine.
Every fantasy I’ve had the last three years flashes though my head as Summer’s tongue plunges deeper inside my mouth, exploring it like I normally would hers, but if I’ve learned anything about Summer, it’s that she calls the shots. If she wants to kiss me like I’d kiss her, I’ll let her.
Hell, I’ll let her tie me to a post and whip me with a cane if that’s what she wants.
Shivers race through me at the thought. Fucking shivers. This woman is driving me wild, and all we’re doing is making out. All of me wants to pick her up, wrap her legs around my waist and throw her down on that huge-ass bed.
I want to taste her.
I want to fuck her.
I want to please her.
As my mind fantasizes of all the positions I could fuck her in, Summer latches onto my bottom lip with her teeth and holds on, keeping me in place. Gently, she tugs at it. Pulling away slowly, she finally lets go.
Holding my gaze captive, her beautiful wide eyes stare into mine. Something flickers there, deep in her violet irises. Something primal.
Something wicked.
“You trust me?” she asks, reaffirming my consent.
“Yes.”
“There are no condoms in this room. When were you last tested?”
“Last month,” I say. “Just like everyone else in this room.” It’s a strict rule at Scandal, even for those of us who don’t have sex as part of our job description.
“And you’ve been safe?”
“Always,” I say. “May I come in?”
“Beyond this threshold, I’m Madame West. Any deviation will be severely punished. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“And I have your consent to whatever I desire? Some things may push your limits. Consider this fair warning, because I won’t ask your permission again.”
“I understand.” I swallow down the mix of apprehension and anticipation rising up into my throat. “I trust you, Madame West. Whatever pleases you tonight, I’m in.”
“All right then.” With little more than a smirk, Summer lets go of my hips, takes a step back, then ushers her hand ahead but grabs my hand, making me turn back to face her. “One night, Dane Cruse.” Her voice is seductive as hell. “Show me the man you’ve become.”
I’m captured by her gaze as she lets go, and I step inside.
Madame West closes and locks the door behind us.
My gaze widens as I take everything in. Some employees who’ve never been in here call it her dungeon, but this room is far from that.
A large, almost but not quite circular room is dominated by a massive bed in the middle. It’s a four-poster with thick pillars at each corner pointing toward the ceiling. Above the posts is a canopy made of iron bars that crisscross with silk cloth wrapped around some of them. Light lavenders and deep purples soften the dominant features, giving it a delicate touch.
More furniture is laid out around the room, although not the kind you’d find in a department store. Everything seems custom-built, mostly wrought out of iron and polished to a high shine.
With her bare ass now gloriously risen in the air, Luna is bent over something resembling a sawhorse with a padded top and hooks on the bottom of the legs, binding Luna’s ankles.
There’s a massive X-shaped structure in the other pseudo corner, and a cushioned table shaped like a Y. A chaise lounge lies against one wall with plenty of cushions piled onto it, and in the back half of the room, a massive chair with a footstool sits on a raised platform.
Lucian is sitting on the footstool, watching us with guarded interest. He’s a tough one to read.
All of the furnishings have eyehooks at several points, and piles of ties and ropes lay here and there. Clearly, Summer’s into bondage. I’m starting to hope I’ll get tied up.
My cock stirs at the thought.
Summer strolls past me as I continue gaping at the playroom. Snaking out her right arm, she grabs the front of my shirt. Never slowing, she strolls toward the huge bed while pulling me along. She guides us past Cache and Caine, who
watch curiously as we pass by.
Summer seems eager. I hope that’s a good sign.
Now standing at the foot of her bed, Summer turns to face me. “I want to see my newest toy.” Her gaze locks onto mine with an intensity that scares yet excites me at the same time. “Strip.”
One word carries with it a promise and a command.
Making quick work of my ungraceful strip tease, I’m now holding my clothes and looking to her for what lies ahead.
“Put them away, over there.” She points her manicured purple finger toward a closet set into the wall near the door. “Knox, go paddle Luna.”
Knox gets a sly grin on his face, winks at me, then turns and moves off toward Luna.
Summer clears her throat. “For someone who practically begged to come in here, you don’t seem eager to please me.”
“Oh god, sorry.” I regain my bearings and quickly comply with the Madame’s wishes, moving toward the closet. Inside is a bar with some hangars and a series of shelves. A couple of them are already holding clothes, stacked neatly. I quickly fold my pants and shirt, set them in a pile, then add the rest of my clothes to a top shelf. My shoes go below, in a line with the other pairs already stowed away.
“Dane.” Her voice echoes through the room like the crack of a whip. “Are you nervous? Stalling, perhaps? I’m not a patient woman.” She’s standing with her back ramrod straight, arms crossed, and one eyebrow arched menacingly.
Fuck. I better move. “No, I’m coming.”
Her sultry chuckle ripples through the room. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I haven’t decided if you deserve that yet.”
I scurry back to her, eager to see what’s next.
Her side-eyed glance sends a shiver up my spine.
I stand as she inspects me, appreciating my muscles and toned skin, all things she had a hand in creating. Slight tremors arc through my body as her hand ghosts across my back and my chest. She presses her other hand into the muscles of my abs, then smacks my ass – hard – with the other hand. Reaching out, she cups her hand around my cock as it stands straight up.