Trinity Marlow
Serial Story: Lemon Cream, Part 5
This serial presented weekly in draft form.
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Lemon Cream, Part 5
Susan groaned when her first alarm blared the next morning. She’d stayed on the phone with Master Alec until nearly four in the morning, and her body did not appreciate the seven o’ clock wake-up call. Turning the loud alarm off, she dozed for five minutes until the radio came on, and then stretched, yawned, and forced herself to crawl out of bed and into the shower.
Twenty minutes later she pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, towel-dried her hair and speed-walked out to the kitchen to pour a travel mug of coffee. Keys, purse, shoes, and she was out the door. There were perks to working in television, one of which was having an entire team to do hair and makeup the second she arrived at the studio.
As she pulled out of the driveway, she caught a glimpse of the semi-new totally hot neighbor sitting out on his front porch with the paper. She wasn’t sure what he did, exactly, but he clearly had enough money to support himself. She waved, receiving a slight nod in return as she backed out into the street. She would be one happy woman if he decided to mow his lawn shirtless this summer, judging by the look of that tight t-shirt he was wearing.
Grinning at the thought, she drove to the station and parked, then got her things and went inside. The studio was bustling with activity and she had to sidestep props, garment racks and electrical equipment on her way to her dressing room.
One more hour, and she was standing in a bright yellow kitchen with red cabinets, watching the teleprompter start to scroll.
“Good morning! Welcome to Baking with Susie - I’m Susie Newman. Today we’re going to explore the wonderfully tasty world of chiffon's, starting with a fresh strawberry chiffon pie. As always, you can find the recipe for this week’s recipe along with others on our web site at www.bakingwithsusie.com.”
She spent the next few hours taping shows one after the other to studio audiences who were shuffled in and out for each production. Late that afternoon, she went over some of the shows they’d taped the week before, watching the edits and lending her opinion where it seemed warranted. Then she pitched the call-in idea she’d gotten from her too-late night to her producers, who loved it. When seven o’clock finally rolled around, she was happy to grab a dinner of leftovers from her shows and a few others taping in the same building before she headed home.
As she pulled into her driveway, she glanced over at the neighbor’s house. He was no where in sight, unfortunately. She sighed and pulled the car into the garage, disappointed at the lack of eye candy. Briefly she considered sharing her leftovers as a friendly gesture, but instead she closed the garage door and let herself into the kitchen. Somehow inviting herself over for dinner seemed a little too desperate, even for her. Besides, what if he had a girlfriend? That could get awkward in a hurry.
She put the leftover Chinese food - she wasn’t sure what it was called, but the chef had assured her it was delicious - into a pot on the stove to heat. Some of Erica’s fresh bread sticks went into the oven, and she was contemplating whether or not to finish with pie, upside-down cake or both when the doorbell rang.
Curious, she turned the heat down on the stove before jogging through the living room to the front door. Peeking through the curtains covering one of the side windows, her heart rate picked up as she recognized the luscious form of the new neighbor standing right on her doorstep.
“Down girl,” she whispered, and then reached for the door. Maybe he’d be interested in helping with dessert...
Twenty minutes later she pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, towel-dried her hair and speed-walked out to the kitchen to pour a travel mug of coffee. Keys, purse, shoes, and she was out the door. There were perks to working in television, one of which was having an entire team to do hair and makeup the second she arrived at the studio.
As she pulled out of the driveway, she caught a glimpse of the semi-new totally hot neighbor sitting out on his front porch with the paper. She wasn’t sure what he did, exactly, but he clearly had enough money to support himself. She waved, receiving a slight nod in return as she backed out into the street. She would be one happy woman if he decided to mow his lawn shirtless this summer, judging by the look of that tight t-shirt he was wearing.
Grinning at the thought, she drove to the station and parked, then got her things and went inside. The studio was bustling with activity and she had to sidestep props, garment racks and electrical equipment on her way to her dressing room.
One more hour, and she was standing in a bright yellow kitchen with red cabinets, watching the teleprompter start to scroll.
“Good morning! Welcome to Baking with Susie - I’m Susie Newman. Today we’re going to explore the wonderfully tasty world of chiffon's, starting with a fresh strawberry chiffon pie. As always, you can find the recipe for this week’s recipe along with others on our web site at www.bakingwithsusie.com.”
She spent the next few hours taping shows one after the other to studio audiences who were shuffled in and out for each production. Late that afternoon, she went over some of the shows they’d taped the week before, watching the edits and lending her opinion where it seemed warranted. Then she pitched the call-in idea she’d gotten from her too-late night to her producers, who loved it. When seven o’clock finally rolled around, she was happy to grab a dinner of leftovers from her shows and a few others taping in the same building before she headed home.
As she pulled into her driveway, she glanced over at the neighbor’s house. He was no where in sight, unfortunately. She sighed and pulled the car into the garage, disappointed at the lack of eye candy. Briefly she considered sharing her leftovers as a friendly gesture, but instead she closed the garage door and let herself into the kitchen. Somehow inviting herself over for dinner seemed a little too desperate, even for her. Besides, what if he had a girlfriend? That could get awkward in a hurry.
She put the leftover Chinese food - she wasn’t sure what it was called, but the chef had assured her it was delicious - into a pot on the stove to heat. Some of Erica’s fresh bread sticks went into the oven, and she was contemplating whether or not to finish with pie, upside-down cake or both when the doorbell rang.
Curious, she turned the heat down on the stove before jogging through the living room to the front door. Peeking through the curtains covering one of the side windows, her heart rate picked up as she recognized the luscious form of the new neighbor standing right on her doorstep.
“Down girl,” she whispered, and then reached for the door. Maybe he’d be interested in helping with dessert...
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Serial Story: Lemon Cream, Part 4
This serial presented weekly in draft form.
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Lemon Cream, Part 4
Alec shut down his equipment and turned out the light, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket as he locked the door behind him. There were probably about a million laws against keeping contest entrants’ phone numbers on his cell phone, but he didn’t really care as he started walking the five blocks to his house. He was worn out, but Candy Apple had left a bad taste in his mouth, and all he could think about was the smooth, mellow tones of Sweetly Tart’s voice in his ear.
She picked up the phone on the third ring.
“Hello?”
He smiled. She sounded sleepy and satisfied, and he wondered if she’d been listening tonight. His smile faded at the thought of her getting off to Candy’s kinks.
“I needed a palate cleanser, so to speak,” he said, hoping it wasn’t arrogant to assume she’d recognize his voice. He heard fabric rustling in the background, and imagined her moving around between her sheets.
“Master Alec.” Her voice took on a deeper quality, one that affirmed he’d made the right decision. “You had a rough night tonight, didn’t you baby?”
Damn. At six foot two and a muscular two-hundred pounds, no one called him baby. He wanted to curl up in her lap and let her pet him like a spoiled dog.
“You were listening.” How she knew it had been rough, he wasn’t sure, but he was too afraid to ask.
“I have to confess, I didn’t listen to most of it. I can hear the struggle in your voice when you’re talking to her, and I don’t like it. I listened to one of your books instead, and then tuned back in as you were signing off.”
His pants got tighter and he adjusted himself as he kept walking. As much as Candy turned him off, this woman never failed to turn him on. He wanted her. And it sure sounded like she wanted him too. Did he dare break that barrier and ask to meet?
“I’m flattered,” he said, noting that his neighbor’s light was still on as he let himself into his house. He paused for a moment, the silence between them tense as he struggled to make a decision.
“Maybe we should try that in person some time,” he finally said, hoping he hadn’t misread her. He put his keys down and toed off his shoes, then went to the kitchen for a beer.
She was quiet in his ear. Too quiet.
Damn.
“I’m sorry,” he said, taking his beer and padding to the dark living room in stockinged feet. “That was unprofessional for me to even suggest. It’s been a long night, like you said.”
She sighed faintly in his ear. “No,” she said, her voice breathy and wanting. “It’s not unprofessional at all. And if circumstances were different...but they aren’t.”
He took a swig off his bottle. “Married? Boyfriend?” He suddenly felt reckless, ready to beat up whoever had claim on her so he could steal her for his own. He nearly laughed out loud at the image. Somehow he didn’t think she’d probably find a caveman routine funny. Then again, she called him Master and followed his instructions every night...
“Neither. But there are things I’d have to give up for a man like you - a relationship like this - that I’m not sure I’m ready to sacrifice.”
He frowned, looking across at his neighbor’s lighted window. The shade obscured any detail, but her silhouette had passed his field of vision twice now. A very nice silhouette, actually.
He turned away, returning his focus to the woman on the phone. “Just who are you anyways? And I hate to burst your bubble, sweet-tart, but I wasn’t offering a relationship. I was thinking more along the lines of a mutually pleasurable stress-relieving session. You, me, some rope, a couple paddles...hell, I’ll even throw in a blindfold and a gag if you want.”
She chuckled in his ear, a soft, throaty sound that sent chills of desire down his spine. He could almost feel her hot breath on his cheek.
“I have my own gag, baby. And some other toys to add to the pile. But the answer’s still no, at least for now. I’m sorry. Really I am.”
There was a sadness in her words that convinced him of her sincerity, and for a moment he was angry that she’d allow herself to be stifled in any way. But he didn’t know her, not really, and she hadn’t closed the door completely.
He unbuttoned his pants and sat on the couch, leaning back into the cozy, overstuffed cushions. Maybe she’d at least help put him out of his misery for awhile.
“It’s okay,” he said, idly stroking himself through his underwear. “Mind if we just talk for awhile? I adore the sound of your voice. So incredibly sexy...”
She laughed. “We can talk as long as you want, Master Alec. What would you like to talk about?”
He grinned into the darkness. “Well, there’s that gag you mentioned...”
She picked up the phone on the third ring.
“Hello?”
He smiled. She sounded sleepy and satisfied, and he wondered if she’d been listening tonight. His smile faded at the thought of her getting off to Candy’s kinks.
“I needed a palate cleanser, so to speak,” he said, hoping it wasn’t arrogant to assume she’d recognize his voice. He heard fabric rustling in the background, and imagined her moving around between her sheets.
“Master Alec.” Her voice took on a deeper quality, one that affirmed he’d made the right decision. “You had a rough night tonight, didn’t you baby?”
Damn. At six foot two and a muscular two-hundred pounds, no one called him baby. He wanted to curl up in her lap and let her pet him like a spoiled dog.
“You were listening.” How she knew it had been rough, he wasn’t sure, but he was too afraid to ask.
“I have to confess, I didn’t listen to most of it. I can hear the struggle in your voice when you’re talking to her, and I don’t like it. I listened to one of your books instead, and then tuned back in as you were signing off.”
His pants got tighter and he adjusted himself as he kept walking. As much as Candy turned him off, this woman never failed to turn him on. He wanted her. And it sure sounded like she wanted him too. Did he dare break that barrier and ask to meet?
“I’m flattered,” he said, noting that his neighbor’s light was still on as he let himself into his house. He paused for a moment, the silence between them tense as he struggled to make a decision.
“Maybe we should try that in person some time,” he finally said, hoping he hadn’t misread her. He put his keys down and toed off his shoes, then went to the kitchen for a beer.
She was quiet in his ear. Too quiet.
Damn.
“I’m sorry,” he said, taking his beer and padding to the dark living room in stockinged feet. “That was unprofessional for me to even suggest. It’s been a long night, like you said.”
She sighed faintly in his ear. “No,” she said, her voice breathy and wanting. “It’s not unprofessional at all. And if circumstances were different...but they aren’t.”
He took a swig off his bottle. “Married? Boyfriend?” He suddenly felt reckless, ready to beat up whoever had claim on her so he could steal her for his own. He nearly laughed out loud at the image. Somehow he didn’t think she’d probably find a caveman routine funny. Then again, she called him Master and followed his instructions every night...
“Neither. But there are things I’d have to give up for a man like you - a relationship like this - that I’m not sure I’m ready to sacrifice.”
He frowned, looking across at his neighbor’s lighted window. The shade obscured any detail, but her silhouette had passed his field of vision twice now. A very nice silhouette, actually.
He turned away, returning his focus to the woman on the phone. “Just who are you anyways? And I hate to burst your bubble, sweet-tart, but I wasn’t offering a relationship. I was thinking more along the lines of a mutually pleasurable stress-relieving session. You, me, some rope, a couple paddles...hell, I’ll even throw in a blindfold and a gag if you want.”
She chuckled in his ear, a soft, throaty sound that sent chills of desire down his spine. He could almost feel her hot breath on his cheek.
“I have my own gag, baby. And some other toys to add to the pile. But the answer’s still no, at least for now. I’m sorry. Really I am.”
There was a sadness in her words that convinced him of her sincerity, and for a moment he was angry that she’d allow herself to be stifled in any way. But he didn’t know her, not really, and she hadn’t closed the door completely.
He unbuttoned his pants and sat on the couch, leaning back into the cozy, overstuffed cushions. Maybe she’d at least help put him out of his misery for awhile.
“It’s okay,” he said, idly stroking himself through his underwear. “Mind if we just talk for awhile? I adore the sound of your voice. So incredibly sexy...”
She laughed. “We can talk as long as you want, Master Alec. What would you like to talk about?”
He grinned into the darkness. “Well, there’s that gag you mentioned...”
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Serial Story: Lemon Cream, Part 3
This serial presented weekly in draft form.
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Lemon Cream, Part 3
“Why he even keeps putting her name in that bowl is beyond me,” Susan muttered, stretching across the bed to turn the radio off. She imagined Candy Apple was the equivalent of that girl who wanted to be the life of the party but couldn’t quite pull it off, and just ended up making everyone else go home early.
How she expected Master Alec to give her a virtual enema, Susan had no idea. But she was fairly the crowd that wanted to hear about it over the radio was a pretty small niche. To each her own, though.
With a sigh, Susan propped a pillow up against her headboard and retrieved her ereader from the nightstand. Pulling the covers up to keep her warm, she took a sip of wine and pulled up one of Master Alec’s short stories. Tapping the button for audio, she set the device aside, closed her eyes and leaned back to let his voice take over her mind. If she couldn’t have him in real time, his audio books were certainly an acceptable second choice.
“I wrap silk scarves around your wrists, securing each tightly to a bed post. You shiver as I run my fingers over the collar at your neck, knowing that soon I’ll control even your breathing. Your nipples harden as I pinch and pull, the pleasure-pain going straight to your wet pussy. You thrust your hips up, begging me to fill you with my cock...”
Susan ran her fingers down the side of her neck, feeling his touch as they moved down to pinch and pull at her nipples just as he would. Moisture flooded between her legs, and her hips came off the bed as she gasped.
“A gentle hum fills the room and you watch, wide-eyed over the gag I’ve put in your mouth as I hold the vibrator in just the right spot. At first, you’re only whimpering, but as the feelings grow more intense, your eyes fall shut and your head falls back as you struggle to maintain control.
I wrap my other hand over the front of your neck and squeeze, hard enough to cut off your air. Your mind goes foggy, and you feel like you’re in a dream as the pressure builds in your core.”
Susan got the ball gag that hung from her bedpost and secured it between her teeth, the very action causing her clit to tingle. Her vibrator in hand, she held it against her clit and closed her eyes as the every nerve ending between her legs cried out for more. She wished he was there, wished she could feel his long fingers cupping her neck. She whimpered, her hips pumping up and down against the dildo as her body reached for release...
“When I let go, the head rush is too much and you fall apart underneath me. I drop the vibrator and slam myself into your sloppy-wet core, thrusting hard into your open and willing body as you scream around my gag. It’s too much, and you come for me again and again, flooding my cock with your warm juices. I pull out of your sheath and pump my seed all over your writhing body, marking you with my essence and scent...”
It was a force of will for Susan to drop the vibrator and open her eyes, looking frantically for the clock. Two minutes until he signed off. She hit the power button for the ereader and then turned on the radio, leaning back, closing her eyes and thrusting two fingers into her pussy as she waited for the Master to release her.
“If you’re still out there, thanks for sticking with me,” he said, sounding tired but relieved. “I know Candy’s tastes might not be for everyone, but everyone deserves a little lust. This is Master Alec, releasing you to come and signing off, until tomorrow.”
Susan’s body exploded, as if every nerve ending tripped at the same time. She screamed around the gag, her back arching high as her juices spurted out over her hand. Falling back to the mattress, she lay still, breathing, recovering and wondering just how much better it might be with the Master himself.
When she could breath normally again, she went to the bathroom and washed her hands, removing the gag in front of the mirror. Her long blond hair falling around the black strap across her cheeks was sexy, she knew. Would he think so too? She rolled her eyes at herself, knowing she’d never meet him, and even if she did, there was nothing she could do about it. She was Susie B., quintessential pastry chef and local TV celebrity. Her producers would can her if they ever found out she was drawn to the...darker...side of sex.
Cleaning her toys, she put them away and turned out the light, snuggling in to bed. She was just starting to drift off when the phone rang.
How she expected Master Alec to give her a virtual enema, Susan had no idea. But she was fairly the crowd that wanted to hear about it over the radio was a pretty small niche. To each her own, though.
With a sigh, Susan propped a pillow up against her headboard and retrieved her ereader from the nightstand. Pulling the covers up to keep her warm, she took a sip of wine and pulled up one of Master Alec’s short stories. Tapping the button for audio, she set the device aside, closed her eyes and leaned back to let his voice take over her mind. If she couldn’t have him in real time, his audio books were certainly an acceptable second choice.
“I wrap silk scarves around your wrists, securing each tightly to a bed post. You shiver as I run my fingers over the collar at your neck, knowing that soon I’ll control even your breathing. Your nipples harden as I pinch and pull, the pleasure-pain going straight to your wet pussy. You thrust your hips up, begging me to fill you with my cock...”
Susan ran her fingers down the side of her neck, feeling his touch as they moved down to pinch and pull at her nipples just as he would. Moisture flooded between her legs, and her hips came off the bed as she gasped.
“A gentle hum fills the room and you watch, wide-eyed over the gag I’ve put in your mouth as I hold the vibrator in just the right spot. At first, you’re only whimpering, but as the feelings grow more intense, your eyes fall shut and your head falls back as you struggle to maintain control.
I wrap my other hand over the front of your neck and squeeze, hard enough to cut off your air. Your mind goes foggy, and you feel like you’re in a dream as the pressure builds in your core.”
Susan got the ball gag that hung from her bedpost and secured it between her teeth, the very action causing her clit to tingle. Her vibrator in hand, she held it against her clit and closed her eyes as the every nerve ending between her legs cried out for more. She wished he was there, wished she could feel his long fingers cupping her neck. She whimpered, her hips pumping up and down against the dildo as her body reached for release...
“When I let go, the head rush is too much and you fall apart underneath me. I drop the vibrator and slam myself into your sloppy-wet core, thrusting hard into your open and willing body as you scream around my gag. It’s too much, and you come for me again and again, flooding my cock with your warm juices. I pull out of your sheath and pump my seed all over your writhing body, marking you with my essence and scent...”
It was a force of will for Susan to drop the vibrator and open her eyes, looking frantically for the clock. Two minutes until he signed off. She hit the power button for the ereader and then turned on the radio, leaning back, closing her eyes and thrusting two fingers into her pussy as she waited for the Master to release her.
“If you’re still out there, thanks for sticking with me,” he said, sounding tired but relieved. “I know Candy’s tastes might not be for everyone, but everyone deserves a little lust. This is Master Alec, releasing you to come and signing off, until tomorrow.”
Susan’s body exploded, as if every nerve ending tripped at the same time. She screamed around the gag, her back arching high as her juices spurted out over her hand. Falling back to the mattress, she lay still, breathing, recovering and wondering just how much better it might be with the Master himself.
When she could breath normally again, she went to the bathroom and washed her hands, removing the gag in front of the mirror. Her long blond hair falling around the black strap across her cheeks was sexy, she knew. Would he think so too? She rolled her eyes at herself, knowing she’d never meet him, and even if she did, there was nothing she could do about it. She was Susie B., quintessential pastry chef and local TV celebrity. Her producers would can her if they ever found out she was drawn to the...darker...side of sex.
Cleaning her toys, she put them away and turned out the light, snuggling in to bed. She was just starting to drift off when the phone rang.
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Serial Story: Lemon Cream, Part 2
After much thought, I've decided to go back to the weekly serial story. It's fun for me, and I hope it's fun for you as well. Last week, I posted the first scene from Lemon Cream, the latest Creme du Jour story, so this week we'll continue the story and new installments will be posted every Friday in unedited draft form. I hope you enjoy the story!
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Lemon Cream, Part 2
Lemon Cream, Part 2
Alec finished off the last bite of cheesecake just before the song ended, and shook his head. He couldn’t give the woman who called herself “Juicy” the prize again - women were jealous, catty creatures, and they’d drop off like flies if he started playing favorites.
But damn. That cheesecake was easily better than the other pies and cookies he’d gotten this week, and the woman’s voice was sexy as sin. Just thinking about that throaty tone in his ear made him hard.
Glancing around the small room he used as a studio, he settled on the brownies as his winner for the night. They were good, the frosting was stellar, and the woman who made them was a new entrant. That should give his not-so-little following hope for the future.
He pulled her email address off the entry card and mailed the number, knowing the phone would ring any second. Flipping his mic back on, he leaned in and smiled.
“Aw yeah, ladies. Are we all nice and mellow now? Ready to go another round with Master Alec? I know you are. I want you to start by taking that middle finger and sticking it right in your pussy - I know you’re all nice and wet for me out there. Thrust in and out a couple times, like it’s my tongue, and then suck off your juices. Mmmm...lucious and rich, just like these brownies I have here from...let’s see here...Love Muffin, tonight’s call-in winner. Check your email, honey, and let’s give the other ladies a show, shall we?”
He looked over at the phone, surprised it still wasn’t ringing. “Love Muffin? You out there? Master Alec is waiting...don’t be shy now.”
The phone remained silent.
He shook his head and grinned. It happened more often than he would like, but with a show like this, he had to expect a lot of women who just couldn’t follow through, even over the phone. Grabbing the bowl of names he kept on hand for just such an occasion, he chuckled into the mic.
“It looks like Love Muffin is either shy, or otherwise occupied. And you know what that means, ladies...” he shook the bowl so the two marbles in the bottom made the ceramic ring. “That’s right! Time to choose a name from the pussy bowl! Who will be our lucky random call-girl tonight?”
He swirled a hand in the slips of paper, all email addresses of women who had signed up on his web site. Pulling one from the middle, he crackled the paper near the microphone as he opened it up.
“And tonight’s lucky winner is...” The name registered in his brain and he tossed it aside before he could talk himself out of it. Quickly grabbing another name from the top, he barely refrained from groaning at the cruel joke.
“Candy Apple.” He brought up the email he’d sent to Love Muffin and forwarded it to Candy, careful to delete Love’s information first. “Call me up, Candy, and we’ll have some fun.”
Or not. Ironically, it was just as likely he’d lose listeners talking to Candy as he would have if he’d just awarded the night’s price to Juicy in the first place. Or the second time, when he’d randomly drawn her name. Candy was a woman of very specific tastes that many other women didn’t share - tastes that were impossible to fulfill on the air.
That didn’t stop her from trying.
The boner he was sporting died as soon as the phone rang. It was going to be a long night.
But damn. That cheesecake was easily better than the other pies and cookies he’d gotten this week, and the woman’s voice was sexy as sin. Just thinking about that throaty tone in his ear made him hard.
Glancing around the small room he used as a studio, he settled on the brownies as his winner for the night. They were good, the frosting was stellar, and the woman who made them was a new entrant. That should give his not-so-little following hope for the future.
He pulled her email address off the entry card and mailed the number, knowing the phone would ring any second. Flipping his mic back on, he leaned in and smiled.
“Aw yeah, ladies. Are we all nice and mellow now? Ready to go another round with Master Alec? I know you are. I want you to start by taking that middle finger and sticking it right in your pussy - I know you’re all nice and wet for me out there. Thrust in and out a couple times, like it’s my tongue, and then suck off your juices. Mmmm...lucious and rich, just like these brownies I have here from...let’s see here...Love Muffin, tonight’s call-in winner. Check your email, honey, and let’s give the other ladies a show, shall we?”
He looked over at the phone, surprised it still wasn’t ringing. “Love Muffin? You out there? Master Alec is waiting...don’t be shy now.”
The phone remained silent.
He shook his head and grinned. It happened more often than he would like, but with a show like this, he had to expect a lot of women who just couldn’t follow through, even over the phone. Grabbing the bowl of names he kept on hand for just such an occasion, he chuckled into the mic.
“It looks like Love Muffin is either shy, or otherwise occupied. And you know what that means, ladies...” he shook the bowl so the two marbles in the bottom made the ceramic ring. “That’s right! Time to choose a name from the pussy bowl! Who will be our lucky random call-girl tonight?”
He swirled a hand in the slips of paper, all email addresses of women who had signed up on his web site. Pulling one from the middle, he crackled the paper near the microphone as he opened it up.
“And tonight’s lucky winner is...” The name registered in his brain and he tossed it aside before he could talk himself out of it. Quickly grabbing another name from the top, he barely refrained from groaning at the cruel joke.
“Candy Apple.” He brought up the email he’d sent to Love Muffin and forwarded it to Candy, careful to delete Love’s information first. “Call me up, Candy, and we’ll have some fun.”
Or not. Ironically, it was just as likely he’d lose listeners talking to Candy as he would have if he’d just awarded the night’s price to Juicy in the first place. Or the second time, when he’d randomly drawn her name. Candy was a woman of very specific tastes that many other women didn’t share - tastes that were impossible to fulfill on the air.
That didn’t stop her from trying.
The boner he was sporting died as soon as the phone rang. It was going to be a long night.
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Friday Excerpt: Lemon Cream
Is there anything better than the sound of a smooth, sexy male voice on the radio late at night? Susan (Susie) doesn't think so...and she shows her appreciation in a rather yummy way. Here's an excerpt from the Creme du Jour story I'm working on now: Lemon Cream. Enjoy...
Excerpt: Lemon Cream
“As you might have guessed, it’s dessert night again, and our mystery lemon baker has left me a cheesecake so rich, so silky, so creamy that every bite feels like my tongue is playing in her wet pussy, lapping up all that luscious cream she makes for me. It’s so good, I just want to take a butter knife and spread it all over her huge nipples just so I can lick and suck them clean. Oh yeah. Are you as hot as I am right now, ladies?”
Susan moaned, her fingers working her clit as she imagined a tall, dark man with a sexy five-o-clock shadow leaning over to lave her breasts. Reaching up with her free hand, she pinched one nipple and then the other, tugging them a bit and imagining the bite came from his teeth. Another whimper escaped her lips, and she realized he was speaking again.
“Now remember ladies. The rules are simple. No clothing allowed, and you aren’t allowed to come until the Master signs off for the night. I know some of you are close out there, so let’s take a step back and cool off for a few minutes, shall we? Here’s a little something to get you in the mood...”
Susan sighed, opening her eyes and reluctantly letting her hands drift free in the water. Pulling the plug, she stood and toweled herself off as Leonard Cohan crooned in the background. Hanging the towel up neatly, she took her wine into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed while she waited for Master Alec to come back.
It had been six months since a friend had introduced her to the local underground radio station the Master ran every night. He professed to be a Dominant, and his listeners his submissives. Every evening at midnight, his voice came over the airwaves and he instructed his eager minions to all manner of self-pleasure until he signed off two hours later. Donations on his web site kept the station on the air, or so he said, and Susan had contributed as well. Apparently her going rate for a nightly orgasm was somewhere around ten bucks a week, though she knew it was worth far more. Her contributions to dessert night were worth more too, of course, though he couldn’t know that she was a professional baker.
The song was winding down, and she turned to her side in anticipation. What would his instructions be tonight?
She could hardly wait.
“Mmmm...delicious,” Master Alec crooned. His deep, sexy voice
rumbled low out of her radio and into her naked body, the warm bath
water serving only to intensify the experience. She took another sip of
wine and lay back against the padded towel on the edge of the tub,
closing her eyes and letting one hand drift down between her legs as he
continued.
“As you might have guessed, it’s dessert night again, and our mystery lemon baker has left me a cheesecake so rich, so silky, so creamy that every bite feels like my tongue is playing in her wet pussy, lapping up all that luscious cream she makes for me. It’s so good, I just want to take a butter knife and spread it all over her huge nipples just so I can lick and suck them clean. Oh yeah. Are you as hot as I am right now, ladies?”
Susan moaned, her fingers working her clit as she imagined a tall, dark man with a sexy five-o-clock shadow leaning over to lave her breasts. Reaching up with her free hand, she pinched one nipple and then the other, tugging them a bit and imagining the bite came from his teeth. Another whimper escaped her lips, and she realized he was speaking again.
“Now remember ladies. The rules are simple. No clothing allowed, and you aren’t allowed to come until the Master signs off for the night. I know some of you are close out there, so let’s take a step back and cool off for a few minutes, shall we? Here’s a little something to get you in the mood...”
Susan sighed, opening her eyes and reluctantly letting her hands drift free in the water. Pulling the plug, she stood and toweled herself off as Leonard Cohan crooned in the background. Hanging the towel up neatly, she took her wine into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed while she waited for Master Alec to come back.
It had been six months since a friend had introduced her to the local underground radio station the Master ran every night. He professed to be a Dominant, and his listeners his submissives. Every evening at midnight, his voice came over the airwaves and he instructed his eager minions to all manner of self-pleasure until he signed off two hours later. Donations on his web site kept the station on the air, or so he said, and Susan had contributed as well. Apparently her going rate for a nightly orgasm was somewhere around ten bucks a week, though she knew it was worth far more. Her contributions to dessert night were worth more too, of course, though he couldn’t know that she was a professional baker.
The song was winding down, and she turned to her side in anticipation. What would his instructions be tonight?
She could hardly wait.
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Holiday Serial Shorts: The Naughty List - Easter
This is the
second installment in the new Holiday Serial series. If you missed the
beginning, you can read it here. A new draft installment will be posted every major holiday, and the edited collection will be released in December 2013.
Valentine's Day | St. Patrick's Day |
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Valentine's Day | St. Patrick's Day |
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Just Breathe
“I don’t like this,” Jodi said, sitting with Melanie at the bar as they watched Laura and her new man leave. “Something’s not right with...him.”
Melanie nodded, sipping her drink. “I agree, but what are we going to do? We can’t very well just forbid her to see him.”
“I know.” Jodi looked up to see Tyler striding purposefully toward the table and one hand went reflexively to her throat, earning a knowing grin. “And I have to go. I think we should talk to her tomorrow though, right?”
“Agreed.” Melanie grinned. “Although I’m not sure you’ll be up for it, considering the way Ty’s looking at you tonight. Dare I guess what’s on the agenda?”
Jodi rolled her eyes at the other woman and pushed her chair away from the table, rising just as Ty reached her. “None of your business, Mel. You have fun tonight, and we’ll talk later.”
Melanie raised her beer in salute. “I always do. Careful not to leave any marks, loverboy. Jodi bruises easily.”
Jodi gasped but Ty simply turned around and grinned with a wink and a nod to her friend. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Then his hand was around her waist, leading her out of the bar and to his car.
“What the heck was that?” Jodi said when he slid behind the wheel after settling her in the car. “She was fishing, and you practically told her what we were going to do!”
He chuckled, the sound going straight through her core and leaving a warm, wanting feeling in it’s wake.
“You told her way more than I did, darlin’. Do you know how sexy you looked touching your neck like that when I showed up? Made me wish I’d brought a collar for you.”
She shifted in her seat, moisture dampening her thighs as her body heated. In her mind she envisioned Ty buckling a thick black collar with big silver rings around her neck. her nipples hardened, and she shifted again. Ty’s big hand slid over her thigh and she settled under the pressure, glancing over at his strong, kissable jawline as he parked the car across from the Naughty Encounters club.
She’d been downplaying that tender kiss he’d left her with for the past two weeks in her head. She’d almost had herself convinced that it hadn’t meant anything, not really. It was clearly just something that happened in the heat of the moment. But seeing him walk in tonight, feeling his body close to hers, those feelings of more than a general attraction came rushing back, and it was all she could do not to throw herself into his arms when he helped her out of the car.
He didn’t let go of her hand as he led her across the street and up to their room, and she tried not to let it mean more than it should. Once they were inside, she took her clothes off without being asked, and knelt in front of him as he’d taught her.
The look he gave her was intense, looking her up and down before finally meeting her gaze. He pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, his hard cock springing free in front of her mouth.
“Do you remember the signal?” he asked, and she licked her lips, nodding absently. He lifted her chin with two fingers, forcing her attention away from his cock and up to his face.
“Show me.”
She hesitated, and then held up her left thumb and forefinger in the shape of an L.
He nodded. “Good. Don’t hesitate to use it if you need to.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Then we can begin.” He let go of her chin, and stroked his cock, tapping it against her lips. Her tongue darted out to slide over and around the bulbous tip.
He tasted salty and sweet all at once, his skin smooth as silk as she took him between her lips. Ty’s hands came up to grasp either side of her head, his fingers threading through her hair as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. Each stroke brought him farther inside, until the head of his cock was pressing against the back of her throat.
He didn’t pull back, and Jodi found herself instinctively struggling for air. Ty held firm though, pulling back just one second longer than she thought she had enough air for. She barely had enough time to sneak in a quick breath through her nose before he was back again, blocking her air for just a little longer before she was allowed to breathe.
The third time, she reminded herself not to panic. By the fifth, a pleasant fog had filled her mind, and she flexed her lips around his hard length, trusting him to pull back before she truly needed air. She almost felt like she was floating, and when he pulled out, she nearly came from the rush that a deep breath of oxygen sent to her head.
Reaching down, he helped her stand and swung her up into his arms. Kissing her hard, he carried her to the bed and laid her in the middle. Her body trembled as he settled between her legs, kissing his way up from her navel to each nipple. She arched up to him as he nipped and licked the taut peaks, sending warm electric pulses through her breasts with each scrape of his teeth.
Her muscles tightened as he continued moving up, placing slow, lazy kisses on the side of her neck as his cock probed at the warm entrance between her legs. She ached to feel his hard length inside her, and her heels hooked over his legs, urging him to take her, fill her with his heat.
Rising up slightly on his knees, he grasped her hips and pulled her up tight against him as his cock slid inside her aching pussy. She cried out, arching up as his hands slid over her torso, gently squeezing her breasts and then moved into position around her neck. His thumbs shifted, feeling for the pulse on either side. Her own pulse beat hard against his fingers, the sound loud in her head even as he thrust slowly in and out of her body.
Then he began to squeeze.
She could still breathe shallow breaths, but it wasn’t long before a fuzzy, almost tipsy feeling took over her brain. Every physical sense seemed heightened, and the feeling of his thick rod massaging her inner walls was so...incredible it was almost too much. She squirmed under his weight, her mind starting to scream for air even as her body screamed for more of...everything. Her head tipped back, pushing harder against his grip and she nearly blacked out.
He let go suddenly, thrusting hard and deep into her body at the same time and she fell apart, the orgasm ripping through her entire being.
The fuzziness cleared quickly and she lay there underneath Ty’s body, trembling with an intensity she knew she could never fully describe.
Ty rolled to the side and pulled her in close as she turned to lay her head on his chest.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, lightly stroking her shoulder.
Jodi swallowed, trying to figure out how to answer that. Great? Excellent? Fantastic? Awesome? Nothing could possibly accurately describe the utterly delicious feeling she was experiencing. It was like nothing she’d ever known before.
“I don’t...there just aren’t words, honestly. I just...wow, I guess. Just wow.”
He laughed, the sound echoing through his chest into her ear, and ramping up the tingling under her skin again.
“So you liked it then, I take it.”
She sighed, long and deep. “Yes. I liked it very much. Sir.”
A few bars of a rock song began looping from across the room, and she groaned.
“Crap - that’s Melanie. I must have missed my check-in. I don’t think I can move...”
“I’ll grab it - hang on.” Ty slipped out from under her and she frowned as she watched him walk across the room. She’d been so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she couldn’t remember whether he’d found his or not. He brought her the now-silent phone, and she took it, but didn’t dial.
“Did you...I mean, I was so out of it that I don’t know...oh hell. Did you come?” She knew her face was beet red, but it seemed important. His lips curved up into a sexy smile as he sat beside her, reaching out to caress her throat.
“Just watching you, my hands around your neck, those pretty breasts arched up in the air for me, feeling you fall apart around my cock...honey, that was one of the best orgasms I ever had.” He kissed her, holding her gaze for a long moment before he tapped the phone in her hand.
“You’d better call your friend back so she doesn’t worry.”
Jodi nodded and then looked away, mentally switching gears as she clicked redial and waited for Melanie to pick up.
“Jodi? Are you okay? You missed the first check-in and we were worried.”
“I’m fine,” she said, smiling as Ty’s fingers absently stroked the inside of her thigh. “Great, actually. Sorry I missed the check-in. I didn’t mean to worry you. Did Laura call? Is she okay?”
“She called,” Melanie said, an odd note in her voice. “I hate to ask this, but she needs our help. Can you meet us at her house? As soon as possible?”
“Of course.” Looking up at Ty, she shook her head and scooted off the bed. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thanks Jodi.” Melanie disconnected the call and Jodi started getting dressed.
“Something’s wrong - I need to get to Laura’s house. Can you drop me off there?”
“Of course. Anything I can help with?”
She shoved her feet into her shoes and turned to see him already dressed and waiting by the door, a concerned expression on his face.
She shrugged. “I’m not sure. Melanie just said Laura needed help, so I don’t know what’s going on, but we were both worried about her date tonight. I just need to get there quickly.”
He opened the door for her and she went out, jogging down the stairs and across the street to his car. Her muscles still hadn’t fully recovered and she trembled a little in the cool night air while she waited for him to unlock the door.
“Hey,” he said, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. She leaned into his warmth, closing her eyes for a quick moment. “Whatever you need - whatever she needs, I’m happy to help.”
Jodi opened her eyes. “Thank you. That...means a lot.” She raised up on her toes and kissed his cheek, pulling back with a small smile. “We should go.”
Ten minutes later, he pulled up in front of Laura’s house and Jodi reached for the door handle.
Ty put a hand on her arm. “Do you want me to come in?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so, but thank you.” She turned away, and then stopped, looking back over her shoulder. “I’ll call you to make plans for Memorial Day, okay?”
He nodded thoughtfully. “Absolutely. But you should know that I don’t want to wait that long to see you again. So if you want to call earlier...well, do.”
She nodded, the tension between them suddenly thick with longing. “I’d like that,” she said, her heart racing with something far more serious than lust. She held his gaze for another long moment, and then got out of the car. She had to focus on Laura for now, but she knew she’d be with Ty again very soon.
Melanie nodded, sipping her drink. “I agree, but what are we going to do? We can’t very well just forbid her to see him.”
“I know.” Jodi looked up to see Tyler striding purposefully toward the table and one hand went reflexively to her throat, earning a knowing grin. “And I have to go. I think we should talk to her tomorrow though, right?”
“Agreed.” Melanie grinned. “Although I’m not sure you’ll be up for it, considering the way Ty’s looking at you tonight. Dare I guess what’s on the agenda?”
Jodi rolled her eyes at the other woman and pushed her chair away from the table, rising just as Ty reached her. “None of your business, Mel. You have fun tonight, and we’ll talk later.”
Melanie raised her beer in salute. “I always do. Careful not to leave any marks, loverboy. Jodi bruises easily.”
Jodi gasped but Ty simply turned around and grinned with a wink and a nod to her friend. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Then his hand was around her waist, leading her out of the bar and to his car.
“What the heck was that?” Jodi said when he slid behind the wheel after settling her in the car. “She was fishing, and you practically told her what we were going to do!”
He chuckled, the sound going straight through her core and leaving a warm, wanting feeling in it’s wake.
“You told her way more than I did, darlin’. Do you know how sexy you looked touching your neck like that when I showed up? Made me wish I’d brought a collar for you.”
She shifted in her seat, moisture dampening her thighs as her body heated. In her mind she envisioned Ty buckling a thick black collar with big silver rings around her neck. her nipples hardened, and she shifted again. Ty’s big hand slid over her thigh and she settled under the pressure, glancing over at his strong, kissable jawline as he parked the car across from the Naughty Encounters club.
She’d been downplaying that tender kiss he’d left her with for the past two weeks in her head. She’d almost had herself convinced that it hadn’t meant anything, not really. It was clearly just something that happened in the heat of the moment. But seeing him walk in tonight, feeling his body close to hers, those feelings of more than a general attraction came rushing back, and it was all she could do not to throw herself into his arms when he helped her out of the car.
He didn’t let go of her hand as he led her across the street and up to their room, and she tried not to let it mean more than it should. Once they were inside, she took her clothes off without being asked, and knelt in front of him as he’d taught her.
The look he gave her was intense, looking her up and down before finally meeting her gaze. He pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, his hard cock springing free in front of her mouth.
“Do you remember the signal?” he asked, and she licked her lips, nodding absently. He lifted her chin with two fingers, forcing her attention away from his cock and up to his face.
“Show me.”
She hesitated, and then held up her left thumb and forefinger in the shape of an L.
He nodded. “Good. Don’t hesitate to use it if you need to.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Then we can begin.” He let go of her chin, and stroked his cock, tapping it against her lips. Her tongue darted out to slide over and around the bulbous tip.
He tasted salty and sweet all at once, his skin smooth as silk as she took him between her lips. Ty’s hands came up to grasp either side of her head, his fingers threading through her hair as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. Each stroke brought him farther inside, until the head of his cock was pressing against the back of her throat.
He didn’t pull back, and Jodi found herself instinctively struggling for air. Ty held firm though, pulling back just one second longer than she thought she had enough air for. She barely had enough time to sneak in a quick breath through her nose before he was back again, blocking her air for just a little longer before she was allowed to breathe.
The third time, she reminded herself not to panic. By the fifth, a pleasant fog had filled her mind, and she flexed her lips around his hard length, trusting him to pull back before she truly needed air. She almost felt like she was floating, and when he pulled out, she nearly came from the rush that a deep breath of oxygen sent to her head.
Reaching down, he helped her stand and swung her up into his arms. Kissing her hard, he carried her to the bed and laid her in the middle. Her body trembled as he settled between her legs, kissing his way up from her navel to each nipple. She arched up to him as he nipped and licked the taut peaks, sending warm electric pulses through her breasts with each scrape of his teeth.
Her muscles tightened as he continued moving up, placing slow, lazy kisses on the side of her neck as his cock probed at the warm entrance between her legs. She ached to feel his hard length inside her, and her heels hooked over his legs, urging him to take her, fill her with his heat.
Rising up slightly on his knees, he grasped her hips and pulled her up tight against him as his cock slid inside her aching pussy. She cried out, arching up as his hands slid over her torso, gently squeezing her breasts and then moved into position around her neck. His thumbs shifted, feeling for the pulse on either side. Her own pulse beat hard against his fingers, the sound loud in her head even as he thrust slowly in and out of her body.
Then he began to squeeze.
She could still breathe shallow breaths, but it wasn’t long before a fuzzy, almost tipsy feeling took over her brain. Every physical sense seemed heightened, and the feeling of his thick rod massaging her inner walls was so...incredible it was almost too much. She squirmed under his weight, her mind starting to scream for air even as her body screamed for more of...everything. Her head tipped back, pushing harder against his grip and she nearly blacked out.
He let go suddenly, thrusting hard and deep into her body at the same time and she fell apart, the orgasm ripping through her entire being.
The fuzziness cleared quickly and she lay there underneath Ty’s body, trembling with an intensity she knew she could never fully describe.
Ty rolled to the side and pulled her in close as she turned to lay her head on his chest.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, lightly stroking her shoulder.
Jodi swallowed, trying to figure out how to answer that. Great? Excellent? Fantastic? Awesome? Nothing could possibly accurately describe the utterly delicious feeling she was experiencing. It was like nothing she’d ever known before.
“I don’t...there just aren’t words, honestly. I just...wow, I guess. Just wow.”
He laughed, the sound echoing through his chest into her ear, and ramping up the tingling under her skin again.
“So you liked it then, I take it.”
She sighed, long and deep. “Yes. I liked it very much. Sir.”
A few bars of a rock song began looping from across the room, and she groaned.
“Crap - that’s Melanie. I must have missed my check-in. I don’t think I can move...”
“I’ll grab it - hang on.” Ty slipped out from under her and she frowned as she watched him walk across the room. She’d been so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she couldn’t remember whether he’d found his or not. He brought her the now-silent phone, and she took it, but didn’t dial.
“Did you...I mean, I was so out of it that I don’t know...oh hell. Did you come?” She knew her face was beet red, but it seemed important. His lips curved up into a sexy smile as he sat beside her, reaching out to caress her throat.
“Just watching you, my hands around your neck, those pretty breasts arched up in the air for me, feeling you fall apart around my cock...honey, that was one of the best orgasms I ever had.” He kissed her, holding her gaze for a long moment before he tapped the phone in her hand.
“You’d better call your friend back so she doesn’t worry.”
Jodi nodded and then looked away, mentally switching gears as she clicked redial and waited for Melanie to pick up.
“Jodi? Are you okay? You missed the first check-in and we were worried.”
“I’m fine,” she said, smiling as Ty’s fingers absently stroked the inside of her thigh. “Great, actually. Sorry I missed the check-in. I didn’t mean to worry you. Did Laura call? Is she okay?”
“She called,” Melanie said, an odd note in her voice. “I hate to ask this, but she needs our help. Can you meet us at her house? As soon as possible?”
“Of course.” Looking up at Ty, she shook her head and scooted off the bed. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thanks Jodi.” Melanie disconnected the call and Jodi started getting dressed.
“Something’s wrong - I need to get to Laura’s house. Can you drop me off there?”
“Of course. Anything I can help with?”
She shoved her feet into her shoes and turned to see him already dressed and waiting by the door, a concerned expression on his face.
She shrugged. “I’m not sure. Melanie just said Laura needed help, so I don’t know what’s going on, but we were both worried about her date tonight. I just need to get there quickly.”
He opened the door for her and she went out, jogging down the stairs and across the street to his car. Her muscles still hadn’t fully recovered and she trembled a little in the cool night air while she waited for him to unlock the door.
“Hey,” he said, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. She leaned into his warmth, closing her eyes for a quick moment. “Whatever you need - whatever she needs, I’m happy to help.”
Jodi opened her eyes. “Thank you. That...means a lot.” She raised up on her toes and kissed his cheek, pulling back with a small smile. “We should go.”
Ten minutes later, he pulled up in front of Laura’s house and Jodi reached for the door handle.
Ty put a hand on her arm. “Do you want me to come in?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so, but thank you.” She turned away, and then stopped, looking back over her shoulder. “I’ll call you to make plans for Memorial Day, okay?”
He nodded thoughtfully. “Absolutely. But you should know that I don’t want to wait that long to see you again. So if you want to call earlier...well, do.”
She nodded, the tension between them suddenly thick with longing. “I’d like that,” she said, her heart racing with something far more serious than lust. She held his gaze for another long moment, and then got out of the car. She had to focus on Laura for now, but she knew she’d be with Ty again very soon.
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Holiday Serial Shorts: The Naughty List - St. Patrick's Day
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Valentine's Day
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Bottom's Up!
Valentine's Day
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Bottom's Up!
Jodi sat quietly in the passenger seat of Ty’s car as he drove her to the club. She probably should have just cancelled their date after how she’d behaved last time, but when the assistant had called to confirm an appointment with Ty on St. Patrick’s Day, she’d agreed.
She’d been nervous waiting, and Melanie had been busy with some guy already, but Laura had noticed. She hadn’t said anything yet, but Jodi knew it was only a matter of time. The thought brought a small smile to her lips. Laura was quite possibly the only sane member of the group. Hopefully she was enjoying her date nights - she’d been very tight-lipped about them so far.
“That’s better,” Ty said, bringing Jodi out of her own head and back to reality. “I like it when you smile.”
Jodi looked down, then flashed him a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been the best company. I really should apologize again for my behavior last week. I don’t have a good excuse, unfortunately.”
He chuckled, pulling into a parking spot at the curb and throwing the gear shift into park. That sound...Jodi could resist nearly anything but the smooth, rich sound of his voice. It didn’t even matter what he was talking about, really. Quantum physics from this man’s mouth would still make her panties wet.
“It’s just as well you don’t,” he said, interrupting her daydreams again. “Because now I have all the reason in the world to move on to your second item on that list.”
She thought about it for a second. “You’re going to spank me?”
He opened the car door. “You deserve it, don’t you?” Getting out of the car he shut the door and then walked around to open her door and help her out.
“Yes Sir,” she said meekly, falling into her role. He kept her hand in his, leading her across the street and into the Naughty Encounters club. They went up a flight of stairs to a dimly lit hallway with doors along either side. Last time he’d brought her she’d been blindfolded, and it was a little disconcerting being able to see people in various states of undress moving comfortably around them coming and going from the rooms.
He stopped at the last one on the right side, and opened it with a card-key. Stepping back, he motioned for her to go first.
It looked much the same as the last time she was there, but the minor differences were notable. Jodi swallowed hard, her butt already tingling. Was that good or bad? Time would tell.
The deadbolt clicked into place behind her, and she turned to look at Ty.
“Are you going to use all of those?” she asked, gesturing to an array of instruments laid out neatly on a low table against the wall.
She’d expected him to laugh, to tell her no, of course not, but he studied them carefully, a serious look on his face.
“We’ll see how it goes,” he said, fingering a short tassel-looking thing before glancing at her with one eyebrow cocked up. “Why are you still dressed?”
She started to respond, and then thought better of it. Disrobing quickly, she folded her clothes and laid them neatly on a chair by the door. Taking her position in front of him, she clasped her hands behind her back, shoulders up and legs apart, as he’d taught her last time.
He looked her up and down, perusing her body as if trying to decide on which sample to try. Making a neat circle around her, he slapped her on the right side of her butt, the crack reverberating through the room.
“Ow!” she said, twitching in surprise. He moved into her view again, a wry smile on his lips.
“You expected it not to hurt?”
She gave him an exasperated look. “Of course not. I mean I did expect it to hurt, I just wasn’t expecting...that.”
He quirked that damn eyebrow up again, and she had to think for a moment.
“I wasn’t expecting that...Sir,” she amended, earning a quick nod.
“Better. Don’t forget your manners again, sub. Now bend over the bed, ass in the air. Let’s see what we have to work with.”
“Yes Sir.”
She moved to face the bed, bending over to place her elbows on the bed as he’d commanded. It was a rather vulnerable feeling, knowing she was fully exposed to his view. Warm hands ran over her skin, smoothing, caressing, and then smack!
It stung. A lot. And suddenly, she really wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with the evening. If that’s what his hand felt like with a little force, what would those paddles and whips do?
“You remember your safe word?”
Ty’s hand moved gently over the sore spot, coaxing. He must have sensed her mood, though she wasn’t sure how. She hesitated for a moment, knowing he was reminding her that being here, doing this was her choice, and she could end it whenever she wanted.
But she hadn’t started this just to stop at a little pain. And the fact that Ty had been watching close enough to catch her discomfort was reassuring.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, swaying slightly towards him. “I remember.”
“Good.” His hand slid away and then connected again with slightly less force. “I think we’ll start with ten. I want you to count each one, out loud so I can hear you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
Smack!
“One.” She wasn’t sure whether it was saying the number aloud or the fact that she’d resigned herself, but somehow it felt different that time. The sting was still there, but as the pain settled the warmth started to spread down the back of her thigh.
Smack!
“Two.” He connected with the other side of her ass that time, and she found herself welcoming the pain, anticipating the warm, glowy feeling.
Smack!
“Three.” It was all she could do not to moan, her voice breathless as she leaned farther forward on the bed, resting her forehead against the cool blanket. Her core tightened in anticipation of the next swat.
By the time she counted ten, she could barely speak, and moisture coated the inside of her thighs. She didn’t even realize her legs were shaking until she felt Ty’s arm slide around her waist.
“Easy there,” he murmured, helping her onto the bed. “Just relax for a few minutes. Let’s take the edge off a bit.”
She stretched out on her stomach and felt him stroking her skin, tracing the cleft in her tingling bottom with his fingers. Warm breath preceded gentle kisses, the flick of a tongue heightening the myriad of sensations sparking through her body. Her legs parted, and her hips rolled, trying to find some relief.
When his fingers finally slid between her thighs to find her inner lips, she sighed, and then whimpered as he stroked her swollen clit. Her muscles tightened as he rubbed the sensitive nub, and then slipped inside her pulsing sheath with one, then two, then three long fingers. In and out, thrusting deep, twisting, all accentuated by the occasional quick slap on her ass with his other hands.
Jodi worked her hips against his movements, the string holding her together winding tighter with every thrust. She rode the edge, begging for release with every touch until finally his thumb pressed her clit, releasing the tension in one long, glorious instant.
Her body shook as the string snapped and she collapsed on the bed. Warm, mellow feelings infused her being and she couldn’t think, barely even noticed when Ty lay down next to her, pulling her close.
When she finally opened her eyes, she felt...incredible. At some point Ty must have pulled the covers up over them, but she couldn’t remember it happening. She tentatively stretched out her legs, and the muscled arm around her waist tightened, hot breath on her neck preceding a gentle kiss.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, the low rumble of his voice in her ear sending those delicious sparks running under her skin once more. She smiled, even though he couldn’t see her.
“I can’t remember ever feeling better, to be honest. I had no idea...” She wasn’t sure how to finish the thought. “I guess I sort of crashed - sorry about that. How long have I been out?”
“No apology necessary. And just an hour or so. I checked in for you, by the way. Your friend was a little wary, but I don’t think she’s going to call the police or anything. I told her you’d call as soon as you woke up.”
“Oh God.” Jodi rolled away, wincing at the soreness from the spanking. “I can’t imagine what she must be thinking. I should call.” She sat up on the edge of the bed. “Ow! That’s...um...a little painful.”
Ty chuckled behind her. “It will be for a few days, maybe even a week. Too bad we didn’t quite get to the toys, but some other time, maybe. I know you were nervous at the beginning, but I didn’t hear any complaints after you started counting.”
Jodi wasn’t quite sure how to answer. “I...yeah. It was crazy, and I had no idea that...pain...could be like that. I don’t really know how to...what to...” She felt him moving on the bed, and twitched when his hands slid over her shoulders from behind.
“Relax,” he said, rubbing her arms. “It’s okay. All I need to know is what you like or don’t like. And you’re very expressive. Lucky for me.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him with a grin. “Lucky for both of us, it would seem.”
He kissed her, a gentle, unhurried touch that made her wonder if maybe this could be more than just a professional arrangement. Even if it couldn’t, would it be wrong of her to pretend? She barely suppressed a whimper of protest as he pulled away, and reluctantly went to find her clothes and her cell.
Twenty minutes later, Ty pulled up to the curb in front of her house and killed the engine. Jodi looked over at him and smiled.
“Thank you,” she said, the words sounding inadequate and cheesy the moment they were spoken. “I mean, I had a good time. Or...you know what I mean. Are you still up for a session on Easter?”
He nodded, his fingers absently tracing a pattern on her thigh. “Yeah. Are you still interested in following the list in order? Your next item is going to require a lot of trust on your part - are you okay with that?”
Jodi nodded, looking him straight in the eye. “I trust you with my life,” she said, a familiar heat filtering through her body. “I shouldn’t, since I barely know you, but I do.”
“I’m honored.” He reached out to cup her neck with one hand, drawing her in for one last kiss. “I won’t let you down.”
She grinned, and then let herself out of the car, the intensity of his gaze following her to her door. She watched him drive off from her living room, and then got ready for bed, resisting the urge to analyze the evening. Settling carefully in bed, she retrieved her list from the night stand and checked off the second item.
Staring at the third, she lifted one hand to her neck, recalling the feel of his touch and imagining those strong fingers locked in a tight grip. She would be completely at his mercy in just two short weeks.
Heat flooded her core, and her nipples hardened as she turned out the light and lay back on the bed...
She’d been nervous waiting, and Melanie had been busy with some guy already, but Laura had noticed. She hadn’t said anything yet, but Jodi knew it was only a matter of time. The thought brought a small smile to her lips. Laura was quite possibly the only sane member of the group. Hopefully she was enjoying her date nights - she’d been very tight-lipped about them so far.
“That’s better,” Ty said, bringing Jodi out of her own head and back to reality. “I like it when you smile.”
Jodi looked down, then flashed him a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been the best company. I really should apologize again for my behavior last week. I don’t have a good excuse, unfortunately.”
He chuckled, pulling into a parking spot at the curb and throwing the gear shift into park. That sound...Jodi could resist nearly anything but the smooth, rich sound of his voice. It didn’t even matter what he was talking about, really. Quantum physics from this man’s mouth would still make her panties wet.
“It’s just as well you don’t,” he said, interrupting her daydreams again. “Because now I have all the reason in the world to move on to your second item on that list.”
She thought about it for a second. “You’re going to spank me?”
He opened the car door. “You deserve it, don’t you?” Getting out of the car he shut the door and then walked around to open her door and help her out.
“Yes Sir,” she said meekly, falling into her role. He kept her hand in his, leading her across the street and into the Naughty Encounters club. They went up a flight of stairs to a dimly lit hallway with doors along either side. Last time he’d brought her she’d been blindfolded, and it was a little disconcerting being able to see people in various states of undress moving comfortably around them coming and going from the rooms.
He stopped at the last one on the right side, and opened it with a card-key. Stepping back, he motioned for her to go first.
It looked much the same as the last time she was there, but the minor differences were notable. Jodi swallowed hard, her butt already tingling. Was that good or bad? Time would tell.
The deadbolt clicked into place behind her, and she turned to look at Ty.
“Are you going to use all of those?” she asked, gesturing to an array of instruments laid out neatly on a low table against the wall.
She’d expected him to laugh, to tell her no, of course not, but he studied them carefully, a serious look on his face.
“We’ll see how it goes,” he said, fingering a short tassel-looking thing before glancing at her with one eyebrow cocked up. “Why are you still dressed?”
She started to respond, and then thought better of it. Disrobing quickly, she folded her clothes and laid them neatly on a chair by the door. Taking her position in front of him, she clasped her hands behind her back, shoulders up and legs apart, as he’d taught her last time.
He looked her up and down, perusing her body as if trying to decide on which sample to try. Making a neat circle around her, he slapped her on the right side of her butt, the crack reverberating through the room.
“Ow!” she said, twitching in surprise. He moved into her view again, a wry smile on his lips.
“You expected it not to hurt?”
She gave him an exasperated look. “Of course not. I mean I did expect it to hurt, I just wasn’t expecting...that.”
He quirked that damn eyebrow up again, and she had to think for a moment.
“I wasn’t expecting that...Sir,” she amended, earning a quick nod.
“Better. Don’t forget your manners again, sub. Now bend over the bed, ass in the air. Let’s see what we have to work with.”
“Yes Sir.”
She moved to face the bed, bending over to place her elbows on the bed as he’d commanded. It was a rather vulnerable feeling, knowing she was fully exposed to his view. Warm hands ran over her skin, smoothing, caressing, and then smack!
It stung. A lot. And suddenly, she really wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with the evening. If that’s what his hand felt like with a little force, what would those paddles and whips do?
“You remember your safe word?”
Ty’s hand moved gently over the sore spot, coaxing. He must have sensed her mood, though she wasn’t sure how. She hesitated for a moment, knowing he was reminding her that being here, doing this was her choice, and she could end it whenever she wanted.
But she hadn’t started this just to stop at a little pain. And the fact that Ty had been watching close enough to catch her discomfort was reassuring.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, swaying slightly towards him. “I remember.”
“Good.” His hand slid away and then connected again with slightly less force. “I think we’ll start with ten. I want you to count each one, out loud so I can hear you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
Smack!
“One.” She wasn’t sure whether it was saying the number aloud or the fact that she’d resigned herself, but somehow it felt different that time. The sting was still there, but as the pain settled the warmth started to spread down the back of her thigh.
Smack!
“Two.” He connected with the other side of her ass that time, and she found herself welcoming the pain, anticipating the warm, glowy feeling.
Smack!
“Three.” It was all she could do not to moan, her voice breathless as she leaned farther forward on the bed, resting her forehead against the cool blanket. Her core tightened in anticipation of the next swat.
By the time she counted ten, she could barely speak, and moisture coated the inside of her thighs. She didn’t even realize her legs were shaking until she felt Ty’s arm slide around her waist.
“Easy there,” he murmured, helping her onto the bed. “Just relax for a few minutes. Let’s take the edge off a bit.”
She stretched out on her stomach and felt him stroking her skin, tracing the cleft in her tingling bottom with his fingers. Warm breath preceded gentle kisses, the flick of a tongue heightening the myriad of sensations sparking through her body. Her legs parted, and her hips rolled, trying to find some relief.
When his fingers finally slid between her thighs to find her inner lips, she sighed, and then whimpered as he stroked her swollen clit. Her muscles tightened as he rubbed the sensitive nub, and then slipped inside her pulsing sheath with one, then two, then three long fingers. In and out, thrusting deep, twisting, all accentuated by the occasional quick slap on her ass with his other hands.
Jodi worked her hips against his movements, the string holding her together winding tighter with every thrust. She rode the edge, begging for release with every touch until finally his thumb pressed her clit, releasing the tension in one long, glorious instant.
Her body shook as the string snapped and she collapsed on the bed. Warm, mellow feelings infused her being and she couldn’t think, barely even noticed when Ty lay down next to her, pulling her close.
When she finally opened her eyes, she felt...incredible. At some point Ty must have pulled the covers up over them, but she couldn’t remember it happening. She tentatively stretched out her legs, and the muscled arm around her waist tightened, hot breath on her neck preceding a gentle kiss.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, the low rumble of his voice in her ear sending those delicious sparks running under her skin once more. She smiled, even though he couldn’t see her.
“I can’t remember ever feeling better, to be honest. I had no idea...” She wasn’t sure how to finish the thought. “I guess I sort of crashed - sorry about that. How long have I been out?”
“No apology necessary. And just an hour or so. I checked in for you, by the way. Your friend was a little wary, but I don’t think she’s going to call the police or anything. I told her you’d call as soon as you woke up.”
“Oh God.” Jodi rolled away, wincing at the soreness from the spanking. “I can’t imagine what she must be thinking. I should call.” She sat up on the edge of the bed. “Ow! That’s...um...a little painful.”
Ty chuckled behind her. “It will be for a few days, maybe even a week. Too bad we didn’t quite get to the toys, but some other time, maybe. I know you were nervous at the beginning, but I didn’t hear any complaints after you started counting.”
Jodi wasn’t quite sure how to answer. “I...yeah. It was crazy, and I had no idea that...pain...could be like that. I don’t really know how to...what to...” She felt him moving on the bed, and twitched when his hands slid over her shoulders from behind.
“Relax,” he said, rubbing her arms. “It’s okay. All I need to know is what you like or don’t like. And you’re very expressive. Lucky for me.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him with a grin. “Lucky for both of us, it would seem.”
He kissed her, a gentle, unhurried touch that made her wonder if maybe this could be more than just a professional arrangement. Even if it couldn’t, would it be wrong of her to pretend? She barely suppressed a whimper of protest as he pulled away, and reluctantly went to find her clothes and her cell.
Twenty minutes later, Ty pulled up to the curb in front of her house and killed the engine. Jodi looked over at him and smiled.
“Thank you,” she said, the words sounding inadequate and cheesy the moment they were spoken. “I mean, I had a good time. Or...you know what I mean. Are you still up for a session on Easter?”
He nodded, his fingers absently tracing a pattern on her thigh. “Yeah. Are you still interested in following the list in order? Your next item is going to require a lot of trust on your part - are you okay with that?”
Jodi nodded, looking him straight in the eye. “I trust you with my life,” she said, a familiar heat filtering through her body. “I shouldn’t, since I barely know you, but I do.”
“I’m honored.” He reached out to cup her neck with one hand, drawing her in for one last kiss. “I won’t let you down.”
She grinned, and then let herself out of the car, the intensity of his gaze following her to her door. She watched him drive off from her living room, and then got ready for bed, resisting the urge to analyze the evening. Settling carefully in bed, she retrieved her list from the night stand and checked off the second item.
Staring at the third, she lifted one hand to her neck, recalling the feel of his touch and imagining those strong fingers locked in a tight grip. She would be completely at his mercy in just two short weeks.
Heat flooded her core, and her nipples hardened as she turned out the light and lay back on the bed...
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Eric stepped inside, his white tee no longer white and a fine layer of black grime covering most of his exposed skin. Even so, Dawn had to admit that it was part of his appeal, and it was all she could do to keep from sneering as his fan club of the day ran up and tackled him, one on each side. Not that he couldn't handle it. Six foot two and all muscle, the man had the body of a professional wrestler. Dawn had been fantasizing about it since she started working for the construction company three years ago.
Not that he would notice. Dawn turned back to her computer screen and pretended to be working. The man was a chick magnet - a new woman on his arm nearly every night. But not just any girls - he always seemed to come back with the good looking, fake boobs and impossible heels sort. Never just your average woman...and certainly not one who still wore flannel shirts long after the trend was over.
From the corner of her eye, Dawn saw him pick up both twins at once and swing them around in a circle. She shook her head, tapping away at her spreadsheet even though she knew full well she'd have to redo it when the office quieted down.
"We're headed to Elmo's for dinner," Eric said, putting the girls on their feet. At least they looked like they were of age this time. "Anyone wanna come? Dawn?"
She shook her head and waved him off, a pencil between her teeth.
"Suit yourself," he said, and shortly afterward she let out the breath she'd been holding as the door banged shut behind the trio.
The architect left too and Harry Stanton, the builder, approached her desk. "You know everyone knows you have a thing for that man," he said, smiling kindly. She shook her head, putting the well-chewed pencil in a cup, smiling in spite of herself. Harry was like a father to her, though sometimes he took his role a little too seriously.
"Now don't go spreading lies, Harry," she said, giving him a stern look. "There's no way I'd date a construction worker. Eric Daniels is off limits, and it's just as well, given how he seems to go through women like tissues. I think those two were the sixth and seventh just this month."
Harry winked. "Not that you're counting, right?" He shook his head. "I think you'd be surprised if you got to know him. He's smart under all that brawn. Give the man a chance."
"Give what man a chance?" Eric walked back in and picked up his wallet from the table, holding it up by way of explanation. "Forgot this. Are you having man troubles, Dawn?"
"No, I am not," Dawn said, thankful the lighting was dim, given how warm her cheeks were. She shot Harry a warning look. "You stay out of my love life." Then she forced herself to look Eric in the eyes. "And you mind your own business. Don't you have...two girls waiting for you?" She barely managed to refrain from calling them bimbos, but judging from the way he was looking at her, as if he could read her thoughts, he already knew her feelings on the subject.
"Girls, yes." He leaned against the doorway; his expression taking on a quality Dawn didn't quite know what to do with. The intensity made her want to squirm in her seat - in a good way - as he continued. "A woman, no. So if you wanna take their place, say the word and they're gone."
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The door closed behind her with an audible click and she jumped, turning to watch as Nathan bolted the door. Her fear must have shown on her face, because he did laugh when he saw her expression.
“It’s so thieves don’t get in, not so you don’t get out, sweetheart. Relax.”
Audrey nodded, letting the breath she’d been holding out as slowly as she could.
“Thank you for letting me in,” she said finally, relieved when her voice sounded relatively normal. “Celia told me I should come for an interview, but it doesn’t really seem like she talked to you about it. Are you looking to hire a pastry chef, or was she just playing a prank on me? I apologize if that’s the case...”
He leaned back against the opposite counter, arms crossed over a wide, muscular chest. He must work out, she thought. While making pastries all day was hard work, it wouldn’t give anyone muscles like those.
She didn’t remember his eyes being so...intense. Deep emerald green, they looked like cat’s eyes, stalking her in the dimly lit stainless steel space.
“Honestly?” His voice did odd things to her belly, and she shifted as moisture dampened her panties when he continued.
“I misunderstood. I thought Celia was sending someone over for a... different position. I do need some help here in the kitchen, but I didn’t expect her to know anyone...like that.”
Audrey frowned, sensing she was missing something important. Had Celia had something else in mind when she suggested Audrey come over to interview? She’d been clear about looking for a pastry job when a friend from college had introduced them at Celia’s theme club. Brandy had wanted to check it out - for the experience, she’d said - and Audrey had gone along to keep her company. She’d never seen anything like it, but Celia had seemed nice enough.
“Well, what’s the other job?” she asked, looking up into those mesmerizing eyes again. “Maybe I can do both? Celia mentioned that the pastry job was part time...”
Nathan laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. But thank you for offering. Do you still want to interview for the pastry chef’s job?”
Nathan studied the young woman closely as he waited for her answer. The fact that she didn’t speak right away was to her credit. She was a thinker, and he appreciated that quality in the people he associated with.
She looked familiar, something in those brilliant eyes made him wonder if they’d met before. Surely he’d remember though - the long gentle curve of her neck, those high and narrow cheekbones, that Roman nose. It was unlikely he’d forget that face, but he couldn’t decide whether he’d truly seen her somewhere or if her face was just pleasing enough to trigger an imaginary deja vu moment.
“Yes,” she said, looking him in the eye. “I still want to interview for the pastry chef position, if I may. Here’s my resume.” She held out a navy blue folder, but he waved it off.
“No resume needed. I prefer a more...demonstrative approach to interviews, if that’s okay with you.”
She raised an eyebrow, her expression intrigued. “Sounds like fun. Where do we start?”
Nathan wondered if maybe she’d work for the second position too. That confident, introspective attitude would be perfect, and there was certainly nothing wrong with her delectable body, or what he could see of it anyways.
Perhaps the interview could be structured in such a way to test her potential in that area as well...
He reached for a white smock hanging on the wall, and handed it to her. “In my kitchen, you will address me as Chef or Sir. Put this on, and we’ll begin. What is your name?”
She set her things down on the counter behind her to pull on the smock, as he’d expected her to do.
“Audrey,” she said, her fingers deftly buttoning up the jacket.
“Audrey what?”
She finished adjusting the smock and looked up at him. “Audrey Patrick.”
He said nothing, merely waited as he watched understanding move across her features.
“Audrey Patrick, Sir.” It was a statement, not a question as some women might have posed it. He nodded, noting the slight relaxation in her shoulders at his acknowledgement of her obedience. A good sign.
Nathan looked pointedly over her shoulder at the handbag and folder sitting on the counter. “There is to be nothing on these counters that doesn’t relate to food preparation in some way. You can put your things over there,” he pointed to a set of cubbies and hooks in an out-of-the-way corner. “Then you can scrub that counter to restore it to its original condition. The cleaning supplies are in that closet.” He pointed again, this time to a door near where personal items were to be stowed.
Then he stood silent, waiting for the refusals that normally followed. Younger chefs tended to have trouble with the idea of being ordered to clean something right off, which was why he still hadn’t filled the position after six long months. But Audrey didn’t argue and didn’t look upset by his command.
“Yes Chef,” she said, gathering her things and going to the corner he’d indicated. She put the items away and then got cleaning supplies out and went back to the counter, spraying and buffing the stainless steel surface until it gleamed. Returning the supplies to the closet, she came back to stand in front of him, arms behind her back, chest out, shoulders straight.
Nearly perfect submissive position, which made him wonder if Celia hadn’t chosen her wisely after all.
“What would you like me to do next, Chef?”
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