Six Degrees of Passion Page 2

  Dear God she was turned on as hell. As the cold wood of the chair smashed against her bruised ass, she sniffed but kept her composure. She never cried during a spanking and wasn’t going to start, but damn her ass was on fire.

  As he tied her wrists behind her and placed the mask over her eyes, he chuckled darkly.

  “I think I enjoy seeing you bound. Yes, I do. Now be a good little girl and don’t move. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  Jessie opened her mouth by instinct to retort and then bit back her words. This was another test and he knew she wasn’t patient at all.

  A few minutes turned into several and she began to squirm in her seat, trying to determine what he was doing, but she heard nothing but the subtle strains of jazz music coming from the living room. Just when she thought she couldn’t take the wait any longer she heard him.

  “Scoot forward as far as you can and spread your legs wide for me.”

  The tone of his voice, dark and dangerous, thrilled her to the point she was breathless but without a hesitation she opened her legs. And then she neither felt nor heard anything – until she detected a slight tinkling noise. Biting her lip, she longed to see anything that was going on but the mask was too tight, shunting even a hint of light.

  “So very bad and yet so damn precious to me.” Luke’s voice was soft and full of love.

  The moment she felt his hand sliding up the length of her leg, she shivered. The second she felt the chill of something wet and hard, she jumped. What was he doing?

  “Mmmm…”

  Ice. He was using ice and… “Oh…my…God…” The combination of the frozen cube and the heat of his tongue dipping into her pussy was enough to send a series of electric jolts through her system. Spreading her legs even wider, she tossed her head back and moaned as he continued licking her, swirling his tongue around her clit as he pushed the cube past her swollen folds.

  Nothing had ever felt so decadent in her life.

  “So hot and so wet, my kitty kat. I’m going to devour you.” Burying his face into her pussy, he jerked her forward as much as the bindings would allow and pulled her legs up and over his shoulders. Adding another cube, he pressed the frozen piece all the way inside. “Yes. So damn hot.”

  “Fuck! Oh…” A series of dazzling sensations rocketed through her body. No man had ever licked her pussy the way Luke did, taking his time and savoring every drop of her cream. As he continued licking and sucking her tender flesh, the ice began to melt, trickling liquid between her legs, mixing with her juice and the wondrous dichotomy brought an orgasm much too quickly. “Oh…my…” Tugging at her bindings, Jessie smiled as the climax raced from her toes.

  This was more than just a lesson in bondage. This was a lesson in being owned.

  “Cum when I tell you to, kitty.”

  Jessie struggled to hold back her building need, but every part of her was sizzling.

  “I…Sir…” He continued to lick, his pace manic, driving her into nirvana. God she was going to… Willing herself to hold back, she exhaled slowly. And then she had to beg. The rapture was too great. “Please let me cum, Sir.” For several seconds he said nothing, simply continued feasting, tasting and taking, and just when she knew she couldn’t take the moment of ecstasy any longer, Luke jerked back away from her and growled.

  “Mmmm… Cum!”

  “Ooohhh…” Nothing prepared her for the explosive sensations rushing through her body.

  The moment the wave of pleasure crashed into her, she heard him whisper.

  “You belong to me. Forever.”

  The End

  Spanking the Boys Next Door

  By Abby Hayes

  Next thing she knew, they’d taken her up on her wild proposal. They always joked about having a threesome, and tonight, she not only took them up on their offer, but she made demands to be in charge. She needed this control, this release, and damned if she would feel one moment of shame about it.

  Walking into the bedroom, the guys threw their shirts on the floor, thrust their wrists out, and waited to be tied as if they feared she might change her mind. She’d moved them, one to each side of the bed.

  “I’m giving you both enough slack here that you will be able to lie side by side on the bed, as well as on top of each other. I want you to be able to move, but I want you powerless to a degree as well.”

  She shrugged, very pleased with herself as she removed Mark’s jeans. He stood there as a blue-eyed, dark-haired god in his own right. Mesmerizing eyes with dark lashes were right on par with his killer washboard abs. Yes, he was something right out off the big screen. Of course when she popped open the button and undid his zipper, a nice hard package fell out to greet her every desire. His cock hung thick and long, with veins a rugged accent to the red, tight skin.

  “Damn,” was all she could get out as she licked her lips. Tonight wasn’t necessarily about control, but a reigning in of power, maybe like roping a bull.

  She walked up to Mark until their bodies were flush. A fire sparked to life in her belly.

  His roped hands he cupped around her face, caressed her gently. She allowed him this as she got lost in his darkening blue eyes as he stared at her, waited. She took the next step, putting her hands flush against his solid chest and leaning into him. She touched her lips against his, lightly at first, but moved on quickly to more possessive. He opened his lips slightly under the pressure, so she let her tongue slip in. He tasted of the beer he’d had with dinner, but she didn’t mind as she tilted her head to a better angle and leaned all her weight into him.

  “There is a wild and restless woman in you, and I can’t wait to release her fully,” Mark mumbled passionately against her lips.

  “I can’t wait to free her,” she panted, stepping away from Mark and moving around the bed to her next gift to unwrap.

  Chris, on the other hand, was taller and leaner, but just as fit. He had the blond hair, well a nice dirty-blond, with green eyes and a smooth chest cut in all the right places. Once she had his jeans and boxers down, he had a nice dusting of hair which caught the light around his cock.

  Erect, it stood out proud with a perfectly sculpted head.

  She swallowed hard, forcing herself not to touch just yet.

  “Do I get one of those kisses as well?” He tried for meek, she could see, with his hands together in front of his cock.

  Their kiss had no less passion, but was more like a game. Each time she moved in he would retreat a bit before coming back in and pressing hard against her mouth. At which point, she pulled back a little, looked in his eyes and then come in again for more. She moaned after several rounds as she pulled away.

  “Why don’t both of you lay down on the bed on you stomachs, side by side.” After they obeyed with enthusiasm, she spread their legs apart while staring at their asses, the way they framed their full balls. Mark’s ass was bubbled up more than Chris’, but each were fantastic in their own way. Mark’s was also more rock hard, where she knew with Chris’s she would have something to dig her fingers into. Oh, the possibilities here.

  “I just want to munch. Damn, you guys are something.”

  She grabbed the lube they had set out for her, going first for Mark’s ass. Running her fingers between his ass cheeks was sublime. He tensed, teasing her she knew. Her fingers dug into solid muscle to open him back up so she could spread lube around his puckered hole. He bucked at her, and she relished the feel of pinning his hips to the bed by sitting on him. She took control of his ass, sliding her wet fingers around it, touching, teasing, testing. Then she moved off him, she knew leaving him wanting.

  Something tingled low in her belly. She followed that stray inclination and brought her hand down hard on his ass. He jumped and then moaned. His ass clenched and released, then circled the bed as if he was fucking it.

  Smack! Smack! Smack! Her hand warmed as did Mark’s ass, turning a nice shade of red as she gave him a few more hard swats.

  Next, she helped Chris get up
on all fours as if he wasn’t capable on his own. She positioned him over Mark’s body, making Chris sit on Mark’s red cheeks. Mark growled. Chris’ dick, long and hard, almost purplish in its need, stood out in front of him. She lubed up his erection, letting her fingers glide slowly over the soft skin covering tight flesh. He moved against her hands, alternately groaning and sucking in breath in unison with Mark now.

  Spreading open Mark’s ass cheeks again, she ordered Chris to push his cock in. Watching Chris’ long, hard dick open up Mark’s ass and slide in, made her pussy throb, her breasts ache.

  “Fuck him,” she ordered. They obeyed and then some.

  Beyond anything she’d ever witnessed before, her body trembled as she smacked Chris’ ass now. Each hit made him fuck Mark harder.

  Once reddened, she kissed and bit at Chris’s ass, and the sides of Mark’s as they moved together. Just watching them, the sheer power of their bodies, the invasion, she got lightheaded.

  She couldn’t get enough of watching Chris’s cock move in and out of Mark’s hole. Beyond words, but animalistic, raw, slow but rough, she could stare all night she knew.

  The End

  ENSLAVED

  By DH Black

  I enjoy writing erotic thrillers and penned what ended up being a very controversial piece with the same title for my Retribution Collection. The book was banned for three months from All Romance E Books because of what they considered disconcerting parts of the story, but it is a crime thriller after all. I’m proud to say it’s back on the shelves. This piece takes BDSM out on a very harsh limb and involves a kink club, where everything and anything is on the menu. Two undercover cops are forced to face their greatest inhibitions while learning about each other during brutal circumstances. I thought their continued endeavor as they explore more about each other and as they show you what they learned would be fitting. The following flash is entirely new for you. Enjoy…

  Shawna Wills slipped the mask over her eyes and glanced around the curtain into the audience, thinking about her partner of almost ten years. Smoothing down the skimpy outfit that barely covered her pussy and breasts, she could see the kink club was jam packed with people.

  The Black Art of Love was exclusive and by invitation only, catering to every hunger, no matter how vile. She had to remind herself this was a job and nothing more. Men would paw her, some would flog her while others fucked her, but tomorrow was another day of catching criminals.

  Inhaling deeply, she swayed back and forth, preparing for the moment. The stage was set with a bed smack in the middle where two “intruders” would enter, dragging her away from her make believe husband to defile and take all that they wanted. And all for the purposes of some highly acclaimed entertainment. There was no turning back – if either of them wanted to live.

  On this dark and stormy night she was going to have to perform with her partner, her mentor and now her lover, and she was more than a bit nervous. While they’d been working undercover at the club for almost a month, they had done little more than bumping and grinding for the kinky audience. When she found out their fantasy, the one required by all employees to drop into what she called Pandora’s Box from hell, had been selected as the star entertainment for the evening, she had dry heaved for a full hour. Yet she and Steffan Myers were indeed lovers, forced into a bondage of sin and sex in order to catch a brutal murderer. Clinging onto what was left of her basic humanity, she could barely stomach what she was going to be required to do. But there was no other choice. Tonight she would become a whore.

  “Mmm… You look very sexy tonight. I like you in little or nothing at all.”

  Hearing Steffan’s husky voice and feeling his hot breath sliding across the back of her neck sent a entire line of chills all the way down her spine and directly into her pussy. Biting her lower lip, she eased back against his massive chest and exhaled slowly, terror riding every pore.

  “I was worried you’d chickened out.

  “And miss the chance to show the world what I feel about you?” Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder, licking in lazy circles.

  Shuddering, she closed her eyes briefly, savoring the feel of his throbbing cock as the muscle pulsed into her ass, before the sound of a gun cocking dragged her back into reality.

  “I see you are both ready. Good. Remember the boss doesn’t like for you to be late and if you don’t perform as expected, there will be hell to pay.” His grin laced with evil, he grazed the barrel of the gun down between her breasts as he locked eyes with Steffan, daring him to move a muscle. “And there’s been a change of plans tonight. The boss wants you to tie her, flog her and then fuck her for our customers, who seem to be very hungry. You’ve played the part well enough before. Haven’t you?”

  Dear God the words were more than just a challenge to them personally and Shawna had a gut instinct something else was going on.

  “Change in plans?” Steffan snarled.

  Purring, she held her hand up and smiled. “I think I like that. At least my man here can handle being my Master.” She and Gordon had sparred on more than one occasion and she couldn’t help herself today. They’d been through one too many hired guns, the likes who kept the unworthy employees on their toes with threats of brutal violence. This was nothing more than a game to the ugly man with the pinched face and stunted cock.

  “We’ll see and trust me, there will be more surprises tonight.” A smile curled in the corner of Gordon’s mouth.

  At least his obvious discomfort gave Shawna a much needed smile. “Now, now, Gordon.

  You know how much I enjoy sucking and fucking. Perhaps later you and I can go a round or two. Oh I forgot. You have a difficult time getting it up.” Hearing Steffan’s subtle hiss reminded her she was living dangerously, but she was sick and tired of playing the helpless victim.

  His eyes filling with intense rage, Gordon reached out and cupped her breast, squeezing roughly. “You and me girl. Trust me. One day you will know a real man.” Darting a quick glance at Steffan, he snarled before turning and strutting away.

  Steffan growled and turned her around to face him, shaking her by both shoulders. “Don’t you dare do that shit again! Do you fucking hear me? You could get yourself raped or killed and you know it! Goddamn it! Haven’t I taught you anything?”

  Taken aback by his vehemence, she tilted her head back, brushing her lips across his, and wiggled her hand under his long strands of hair. “God I love when you do this.”

  “Do what, pull rank on you, detective?” Steffan asked, his voice barely audible.

  “Remind me you care.” Capturing his mouth, she allowed a shared moment of passion between them, forgetting they were trying to solve a heinous crime. As he pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring the dark recesses, she trembled. There was no doubt she was falling in love with him.

  “Save it for the stage, lovebirds. Time to go on.”

  Breaking the kiss, Shawna nodded to the stage manager before taking Steffan’s hand into hers. “We’re ready.” As she started to walk past the curtain, he jerked her back.

  “Whatever happens, remember I am here and I do care more than you know. Just a little bit longer and we can get out of this shit. I’ll be gentle with you tonight. I promise.”

  Nodding, she exhaled slowly and clenched her fist. What amazed her is that she wasn’t certain she wanted him to be gentle any longer. They’d been well trained as a D/s couple to solidify their rolls without question and the night was very important. Trying to save young women from being shipped overseas in what was considered the worst white slavery ring on the East Coast, they were the FBI’s and several police department’s only chance of securing enough evidence to bring the heinous ring down. They had to do this but this wasn’t just about the job any longer. For the first time in her life she knew her place. She wanted to be owned by the strapping man who held her heart in the palm of his hand. Still, she wasn’t certain what Steffan wanted so she continued to play her part. “Just remember this is jus
t an act, nothing more.”

  “We’ll both be fine. We’ve been through worse together. Besides, I think your sexy ass enjoys me flogging you.” Grinning, he kissed the top of her head.

  Perhaps they had, but this was going to try all they knew. As they took their place under an iridescent light glowing down like a beacon of wanted sin, she could hear the five hundred plus patrons in the audience priming themselves for a very intimate look at a fantasy so many women seemed to crave. Being strapped to a cross and flogged while others looks and judged was enticing, yet her mouth was dry as nerves hit her hard.

  As an eerie round of music began playing from speakers surrounding the stage, she heard the announcer giving just enough detail as to what the audience could expect. “Here we go,” she whispered and pretended to be entranced by her Master, reserved and ill at ease. She was his submissive after all.