Now, if you don't think this one is in need of a vote you must have your eyes crossed. OMG! I think I might have to ease up on the "restrictions" from now on, because I think this is one of the hottest set of submissions yet!! Whew! On my way to a very cold shower now.
Also, any time I have 3 authors I think I will put it to a vote. I like promoting people, so this puts everyone's work out there. Please note on the side..copy and pasting is not permitted without the express consent of myself and the author. Tribber re-blogging is one thing. I'm only mentioning this because it's something that has happened the last two times. Overall, everyone appreciates the exposure, just ask them and make a new friend. ;)
From behind, fingers like tentacles sank into my hips. I whipped around and met the eyes of the devil. Or was he my savior?
I knew it would anger him. I wasn’t supposed to be out of bed, but I had to see if I could find anything connecting him to the notorious rumors that formed his reputation. The kitchen grew silent as he stood in front of me, pulling the hem of my t-shirt over my head. The look on his face was hard and cold, like the counter he’d sat my bare ass on.
“What are you doing out of bed?”
Before I could answer, his massive form faded into the darkness. Like an apparition, he reappeared. The blank expression on his face churned with an enigmatic storm I desperately tried to interpret. He held up a silver object, letting it dangle from his finger.
“What am I holding?”
A shot of arousal, or maybe fear grazed through me, nearly tearing me to shreds.
“Wrong. They’re your handcuffs. And you’ll be wearing them to bed from now on.”
Glowering down at me, he took my hands and held them together in a praying position.
“I have a problem with your snooping.” His teeth sank into the tip of my earlobe. “And you’re being a tease by walking around in the middle of the night naked underneath my shirt.”
I shuddered when his calloused hands meandered between my thighs. My pussy began dripping.
As quickly as he admitted that I caused him to lose his mind, he pulled me up from the counter closer to him. When a calloused a finger jabbed inside me, my body stiffened and I knew I could come way sooner than I should. My wrists were turning inside the metal rings, biting into my flesh. I wanted to grasp my thighs when two more digits invaded me.
Dizzy and fogged with desire, my body slipped back with my hands still in front. A bulky arm returned me to an upright position. He told me to open my thighs and the wicked smile on his face pushed aside my fear.
I looked down at the plump mounds of my pussy splayed apart like the petals of a flower. His pointed tongue made its way toward the little bud in the center. The torture seared my senses. The pleasure made me frantic. Electric currents weaved throughout my system, churning my blood.
I shivered and leaned backward, pushing my clit harder onto his tongue. Warm lips and teeth kissed and gnawed my thighs, then stopped just before his cock speared my opening. The fierce invasion ignited an explosion, putting so many different sensations into motion.
The friction of his cock blazed my inner walls, the suction of his lips engulfed my nipples and the irate sweep of his hands seized every curve of my body. Unable to grasp the counter for leverage, I wrapped my legs around him. My release came in a slow, simmering sizzle from deep inside to the surface of my skin.
He sucked in a breath, groaning when he pulled out. The pearly fluid shot onto my abdomen as he rubbed it into my skin. He collapsed on top of me, anchoring and pressing the cuffs between our sweat slickened bodies. My apprehension resurfaced with the diabolical smirk on his face.
“This is your first and last warning. Heed to it.”
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He had to blame the errant text message on the whiskey. Common sense should have told him to never text an ex-girlfriend while drinking and ask them to come over. Ex-girlfriends were exes for a reason. One should never go backwards, his father had always said. But, he had been feeling maudlin on this Saturday night and had sent the text to Charlotte anyway. He hadn’t expected an answer from her; their breakup had been pretty easy, which meant she probably wasn’t pining. Whiskey, though, makes you think funny. When they had broken up, he had imagined them as two people moving in different directions. He wondered now if that were really true.
Still, he had been keeping his options open. Last weekend, he had met a woman named Katy. She was nice. So far tonight, she hadn’t answered any of his texts. She was probably busy sorting laundry or getting nailed by another guy. He was about to leave the bar and head home when she finally responded. Sure, she’d love to come to his house. Nightcap? She’d love one. Give me an hour, she’d said. The text he had sent to Charlotte was forgotten…
… until he got home. Charlotte was sitting in her car, the engine idling. As he pulled into his spot, she got out. She looked real good. She had had her hair re-done. It was a little shorter now.
“Hi, Pete. How are you?”
“Fine.” He unlocked the door and led her into the townhome they had shared for two years. Their L-shaped couch still smelled like her in spots.
She closed the door behind him and flicked the living room lamp on.
He looked at her. “Charlotte. You being here isn’t a good idea.”
“You texted me, Pete. Wait. Why? Do you have a hot skank coming over?” Her eyes had that weird glassy look. She was drunk.
“I might be. I’m sorry, Charlotte.”
“I was hoping to – well, never mind then. Sorry, I’ll go.” She stared at him a moment, and then as easily as she had agreed to pack her things and leave, she walked out. The townhouse went quiet. He looked at his phone. No new notifications on Facebook. He was thirsty.
There was an explosion as the front door blew in. Charlotte’s eyes were large white circles with tiny black dots and her face was electric with rage. She charged through the swaying door and pointed a finger in his face.
She slapped him and his spit flew. She shoved him hard with both hands and he flipped up and over the couch, bouncing firmly on the cushion, and crash landed onto the floor. Like a super-hot ninja lady, she jumped over the couch and straddled him.
“I LOVED YOU! THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME NOW? DISRESPECT ME FOR A WHORE?”
Her hands slapped at his face violently. “I HATE YOU!”
He tried to lift his hands but she had them pinned under her knees. She continued her assault. He freed them by force and grabbed her newly cropped hair from the back. He pulled her off of him sideways and she collapsed onto the floor. He wedged himself between her legs.
“Tell me, Charlotte. What did you come here for? This?” He rammed his length in between her thighs.
“Oh, Pete!” she moaned and continued to fight. Her signals were confusing.
“You came here for this cock?” He thrusted again. He could see her bra through the button holes on her blouse. With both hands, he yanked it open, sending buttons flying about the room. He ripped her bra up, revealing her familiar breasts. With both hands he pulled her pants and panties off. She cursed and cried hysterically.
“You came here to get fucked?”
“I want you to fuck me, Pete, you fucking asshole.” Her words were slurry.
“I’ll fuck you, Charlotte. Hard.” He released his cock from his pants and pushed himself in violently. She was soaking wet. He impaled her. He yelled in tune to his thrusting.
“You. Wanted. This. Cock. Now. You. Take. It.” He grabbed her breasts, kneading them sharply, and yanked on her nipples. His cock pounded. Over the screams was the sound of their bodies slapping. He felt her tense up, her body arched, and she moaned. He felt her nails dig into his arms.
He impaled her more. Her hips moved with his rhythm and she leaned into him. He pulled her closer. He arched his back and then his release filled her. He gazed deeply at her. Her hair was disheveled and her blouse was ripped, but she was smiling.
“I needed that, Pete. I’m sorry, are you okay?”
“I am. What are we going to do about this?”
There was a knock on the door.
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“Would you like to dance?” A deep voice mouthed close to her ear.
“No thank you,” Bo said without looking up. She continued to sit and stare into her drink as she fought back tears.
The Bucket of Blood jumped tonight with paranormals and other assorted freaks who came out at night. The DJ kept the music hot and fiery. Frustration coiled tighter inside Bo with each passing song as her-Master stayed out on the dance floor without her.
He hadn’t allowed her to climax in over a week and bringing her to the club tonight was a fitting punishment for a woman with her carnivorous hunger. Great, now she’d lost sight of Him in the crowd which made her both horny, and pissed.
The deep voice spoke again. “Are you sure? Damn, I’d like to inhale you right out of that little black dress.”
She took a deep breath and raised her head to face the voice. “I said No…,” she froze in mid-sentence biting her lip as her eyes swallowed the dark chocolate hunk standing over her.
Lust and danger rolled off him in waves. “I’ve noticed you’ve been sitting in this chair all night while your friend left you. Is he just a friend? By the way, my name is Lazarus.”
She smiled. “It’s nice to meet you Lazarus, my name is Bo. Yes, he’s my friend, my lover and my soul mate. He owns me.”
His eyes grew wide. “Well, that doesn’t explain why he left a mouth watering snowflake like you alone. Seriously…he owns you?”
“That’s right, I own her…all of her.” Bo had seen her-Master approaching, but Lazarus was surprised.
Now the two men stood face to face and clearly, her-Master was not pleased, but he of all people should know honey attracts flies. Only Bo saw the eddies of dark energy swirling around her-Master. Anyone who made physical contact with him at that moment would have received a hellacious jolt of static electricity.
Lazarus must have recognized death in her-Master’s eyes because he took a hesitant step back out of harm’s way. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize she was yours. I didn’t mean any offense.”
“I’m sure you didn’t. Now if you’ll excuse us, it’s time for me to take my property home.”
“Uh, sure, no problem.” Lazarus backed away slowly, not turning his back until he was almost twenty feet away.
Bo stood up to face the fire in her-Masters black eyes. “Sir, I did as you commanded. I sat here all night and tried to stay out of trouble while you dry humped every willing witch in your path.”
“Bo, I can’t leave you alone for a minute without you getting into trouble.”
“Actually, you left me alone with sharks and flies everywhere for more than an hour. I think I did well not to drain anyone.”
He chuckled. “What am I going to do with you My-pet?”
“Sir, I’m really sorry for being such a brat. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Have you? I wonder. You belong to me Bo.”
“Show me,” she said defiantly. “Prove you own me.”
He barred his teeth in a feral smile. “You’re right. I think you need another reminder.”
He pulled her toward the exit and marched her directly to their car where none too gently deposited her ass on the backseat with her legs splayed wide. She moaned with desire as he roughly pushed her panties to the side and juice trickled down her legs.
"You’re mine…I own you," he growled.
“Oh yea?,” she challenged him again.
“I'm going to take what's mine, right now in this parking lot and I don't care who sees us." The raspy sound of his zipper was music to her ears.
He pushed her legs farther apart and then plunged to the hilt in her wet heat. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tight.
“Oh my god,” she shrieked as her-Master grabbed two hands full of her ass and angrily pounded his cock deep inside her greedy pussy.
“I – Own – You.”
“Make me come, then.”
His throbbing cock filled her and Bo wantonly pushed up to swallow every inch he gave. When he banged against the back of her womb, he corkscrewed his powerful hips and stirred her up inside.
“Now My-pet, now…come for me.”
His words freed her. She exploded and squirted all over his cock and balls. He held her tight as tremors racked her body and she shuddered through the most powerful orgasm she could remember.
When her spasms ceased, she focused and found him staring at her. “Sir, why didn’t you come?”
“Because I am the master of your pleasure and mine too.”
She snorted. “Sir, if that’s a challenge, I accept. Now, can we go home?”
Will, I know that you are fine with the fact that I let the ladies go first. Actually, I put it in order of submissions. I always love reading your work, and I cannot wait to read the "extended" version of this one. ;p Thanks for submitting to me again...I love it when they come back for more...
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