Six Degrees of Passion Page 4

With those words she let go, pushed herself over the edge as pleasure tore through her, every nerve ending exploding within her.

  Master ran his tongue over her inner thigh. Pain shot through her as he sank his fangs into her delicate flesh. Her heart raced, she panted as she felt his lips suckle the punctures he’d made, taking her blood, feeding his hunger, awakening him from his deep slumber.

  When he lapped away the last remaining drops of her enchanted blood he stood up, his tongue licking his reddened lips. She watched as his hands reached for the buttons of his shirt, first one and then another came undone. He would finally do it, he would give himself to her.

  Charisma sucked in a deep breath when he ran his finger over his now warm chocolate caramel colored flesh and cut the skin, bringing blood to the surface. Deep dark tears of blood trickled down his body, calling to her.

  My dear you have been everything to me. Tonight I will give you something I’ve never given anyone. Tonight I will let you feed from me.

  Parting her lips she wet them with her tongue as the hunger roared to the surface. Once she would taste him their powers would be connected, and stronger than ever. Each would be a part of the other, a indestructable bond.

  With shaky legs she walked closer toward him, braced herself over his hardened chest as her breasts dragged over the smooth leather of his jacket. Every breath she took, she grazed her hard nipples against him, reawakening the hunger inside -- her addiction to his touch.

  She leaned in closer and his hand cupped the back of her neck. With one swipe of her tongue the copper taste enveloped her, heated her vains like live electricity, awakened her senses, her enchantment and her witch powers. Everything was now intesified ten fold. Her body burst with energy and a charge of magic, one she’d never felt before.

  Sealing her lips over the cut she sucked more of his blood, letting the warm liquid coat her throat, every part of the inside of her body. Their powers were mixing, coming together, growing immensely intense.

  Charisma found herself sucking, and gentle moans escaped her as she took more of him, fed on his strength.

  Yes, my beautiful witch, take what you need. For tonight you and I are joined us one and after the re-awakening we shall forever walk this earth together. You will be at my side, I will be your Master, your King and you shall be mine, my Queen.

  The End

  Vicky’s Night Out

  By Benjamin T Russell

  This flasher is inspired by the characters in my book, The Booty Call, that I co-authored with Michelle Chatton. If you’d like to read more about these very interesting individuals, please refer to my author’s information at the end of this eBook.

  Winston sat in the dark, sipping a glass of wine and wondering when his Vicky would come home. The minutes dripped by, cold and slow – one, five…ten. The clock in the hallway struck three times – 3:00am and still no Vicky.

  He’d been waiting alone with the lights out for the last hour and he was not pleased.

  Friday nights were Vicky’s night out with her friends. With Vicky and her best friend Cherry as the ringleaders of the merry band of headstrong women, it was more like a night of girls gone wild. Sometimes male co-workers joined them and at whatever club they went to, there were always men swarming around Vicky and Cherry the way ants flocked to a picnic.

  Winston trusted Vicky implicitly and he knew she’d never cheat on him or cross the lines they’d set in place. However, he also knew she liked to flirt and sometimes her brassy mouth got her into trouble. If something were wrong, one of her girlfriends would have called, so he wasn’t particularly worried, just amused and mildly irritated. He never questioned where she went or whom she went out with, but he expected her to call if she wouldn’t be home by 2:00am. They’d mutually agreed upon those guidelines and he expected her to abide by them.

  She had to learn to obey the rules of their contract, but willful misbehaving was her trademark and it appeared highly unlikely she would ever change. He laughed to himself as he imagined how flustered she would be when she walked through the door and saw him waiting up for her. Sometimes he suspected she broke the rules just to see how he’d react or to earn a punishment. Knowing Vicky the way he did, it was mostly likely it was a combination of both.

  In truth, Winston didn’t mind Vicky going out with her friends. He adored her independence and he had no desire to see her lose that quality. However, it was times such as these when he seriously doubted whether he could ever turn Vicky into an obedient submissive.

  Not to mention, Cherry kept trying to convince Vicky to abandon the D/s lifestyle. He sipped more wine and pondered if maybe Cherry was right.

  Winston adored Vicky and he wanted to spend every free minute he could with her, but he also enjoyed the perks when Vicky went out on Fridays. It gave Winston and Miranda time alone – valuable time Winston used to train the new addition to their household.

  Miranda was a natural submissive. She was born to serve and they’d been immediately attracted to her from the moment they’d made contact in a D/s chat room. Winston and Vicky proceeded to seduce the tractable woman over long months on the internet and the phone. She was in her thirties, younger than Winston and Vicky. She was a full-figured woman who possessed bountiful curves and large perky breasts with gumdrop size nipples. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with unbridled enthusiasm. Her desire to be a submissive to the two of them was infectious.

  When the three of them eventually met at a conference in Montreal, they spent three lust-filled nights, laughing, talking and exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. Between Winston and Vicky, they milked countless orgasms from Miranda that weekend. The younger woman was enraptured with the two experienced dominants while Winston and Vicky marveled at how well they all clicked. Two months later, she came to live with them.

  Winston was certain Vicky would have preferred to have their sometimes ménage partner Marcus to move in with them and become their third. To be honest, Winston had become quite fond of the young man as well. Before Miranda moved in, Marcus would often come by on Friday nights to relieve Winston of his copious loads and to receive a sound lashing. Marcus had developed a taste for being disciplined just before taking a cock up his ass.

  Marcus would walk in the door and drop to his knees in front of Winston. He deep throated Winston’s cock and he wouldn’t get up until Winston has emptied his first creamy deluge of the night down his greedy throat. Winston enjoyed kissing Marcus with the taste of his own cream on Marcus’s lips and their kisses afterward never failed to give Winston another erection.

  “Damn Winston, you are one helluva of a kisser. I think the only thing you do better is fuck. Now, hurry up and tie me down, my ass is ready for a spanking and a fucking.”

  For the rest of the evening, Winston alternately lashed him with a cat-o-nine-tails and pounded his tight ass full of cock. This went on for hours, until Marcus shot his cum all over the both of them. The sight of Marcus’s cum spraying all over them, never failed to send Winston over the edge and the force of his climax nearly blew the condom off his cock. Winston preferred to fuck Marcus with the young man on his back while he tongue-fuck his mouth. Marcus was the only man Winston knew who could take him balls deep. Unfortunately, Marcus wasn’t ready yet to commit to a permanent living arrangement and that left the door open for Miranda to move in.

  Now Miranda lived with them and she had her own bedroom, but most nights she slept in the king size bed with Winston and Vicky. She couldn’t seem to get enough of Vicky and often Winston just watched while the two beautiful women made love. As with a lot of men, it gave Winston great joy to watch two women engaged in uninhibited sex. He especially enjoyed watching Vicky assume the role of a Dominatrix, a role she slid into with relish.

  When Vicky finished with the younger woman, she would open her legs for Winston and he would mount her while Miranda watched. He fucked Miranda too, but Vicky was generally the recipient of his bountiful load, either in her mouth,
her pussy or her ass. Pussycat didn’t need any prompting to suck his cream out of Vicky. The sight of Pussy on her knees with her ass in the air while she lapped between Vicky’s legs, usually earned the submissive woman a doggie style fuck. However, on Friday nights, when Vicky went out, Winston had Miranda all to himself.

  Tonight Miranda had prepared a special surprise for Winston. When he came home from work, Vicky was already gone and Miranda was nowhere in sight. He knew she was home because her car was in the driveway. His loins tickled with anticipation as he instinctively headed straight for the master bedroom. The hot beat of a Lady Gaga song played wafted from the open door. The sight that greeted him made his cock throb and his nuts bubble and churn.

  Miranda lay in the middle of his bed nude, except for a garter belt and black hose. She’d lifted her knees and spread her legs spread wide. A pillow lay under her ass, it invitingly propped her sex up for his easy access. She wore a blindfold over her eyes and somehow she had managed to wind both her wrists up into the scarves they kept permanently attached to the bed’s headboard. Her creamy skin glistened with oil. He inhaled deeply and he smelled her arousal mixed with the edible strawberry oil she’d applied all over body.

  Miranda let out a long sigh at the sound of his footsteps. “Sir, is that you?”

  Winston stood there silently, enjoying her discomfort. He stared at the moist lips of her pussy and his mouth watered.

  “Yes Pussycat, it’s me.” Winston called her Pussycat Doll and Vicky’s pet name for Miranda was Baby Doll, most of the time they just called her Doll.

  “Oh Sir, I have been waiting for you. Mistress Vicky instructed me how to prepare myself for your enjoyment. She said you would want to take me as soon as you got home. I hope you are pleased with how I have prepared myself for you. Tonight - as always, I am all yours to use as you see fit, Sir.”

  Winston smiled to himself and his body vibrated with unspent lust. On the nightstand, he saw that Miranda had placed a bottle of his favorite wine in a bucket of ice. He popped the cork on the bottle and poured himself a glass of the cold amber liquid. Without saying a word, he poured some of the wine on Miranda’s sinfully hot pussy. She hissed as the cold fluid dripped between her folds and mingled with her own juices.

  “Pussycat, I am quite pleased with your preparations. You have been a wonderful addition to our home and I look forward to our Friday nights together. Now, let’s see how else you can please me.”

  A moan escaped Pussycat’s mouth. “Yes Sir, I only want to please you. Come do with me whatever you want.”

  Winston took his time savoring his little Pussy, his tight, hot Pussy. Using his hands, mouth and the silver bullet Pussy thoughtfully provided, he coaxed multiple orgasms from the quivering woman. He held her head and fucked her mouth. Greedily she sucked his cock and when he exploded in her mouth, she struggled to swallow it all. Finally, she could take no more as she laid shaking and quaking following another tremendous climax.

  “Sir, now – please Sir, now.”

  “Say it Pussycat, tell me what you want. I want to hear you say the words.”

  “Sir, fuck me – I want you to fuck me and cum inside me like you do with Mistress Vicky.”

  Winston crawled between her milky white thighs and hoisted her legs over his shoulders.

  The stark contrast of his dark chocolate skin against her pale flesh was an erotic treat. He tore off the blindfold so he could see the wonder in her blue eyes as he sank deep inside her. Slowly he fed her every inch of his meaty cock and she eyes rolled to the back of her head. Miranda tried to scream, but Winston clamped his hand over her mouth.

  “Yes Pussycat, take it, you know you want it.”

  He fucked her deep and hard. Eventually he gave her what she wanted, what she rarely got when Vicky was home. He gave her a heaping helping of his cream and she purred like an adorable Pussycat. Now she lay asleep in his bed, with his cum dripping down her legs and more of their combined juices smeared on her mouth.

  Winston swallowed another long sip of wine and his cock twitched at the memory of the look in Doll’s eyes as he pumped her pussy full of cum. He undid the sash on his robe and threw it open. His cock surged into his large hand and he slowly stroked it. Winston licked his lips and for a moment he thought about going back upstairs to wake up Pussy, when the sound of the garage door going up snapped him out of his reverie. He looked at his watch – 3:30am.

  ***

  Vicky stood framed in the doorway and briefly, the light from the garage spilled into the house. She quickly and quietly closed the door behind her. In the dark, she slipped off her shoes.

  Silently she moved through the house, heading toward the stairs leading up to her bedroom. It was pitch-black in the house and for obvious reasons she didn’t want to turn on the lights. She extended her arms to keep from bumping into objects, but her eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark. Just as she passed through the dining room, not three feet from the foot of the stairs – the lights came on.

  “Oh fuck, shit.” She blinked rapidly, her eyes trying to focus against blaring glare. When the starburst cleared, she saw Winston sitting in his recliner, just staring at her.

  “Oh god – Winston, you scared me.”

  “Hi Baby, welcome home.”

  The words were simple, but Vicky picked up the undercurrent of his anger. “Winston, honey – I ….” Something about the look in Winston’s eyes made her stop in mid-sentence.

  The ice in his voice was unmistakable. “What did you say?”

  “Sir,” she said meekly.

  She dropped her head and gaped when she saw Winston’s cock laying semi-hard on his thigh. She stared transfixed as wet heat soaked her panties and desire radiated between her legs.

  She was so horny from all the teasing and flirting tonight, she just wanted to drop to her knees and such his cock. Her sex twitched and she hungered to drain the last drops of cums from his balls, but she knew better than to move until he told her to.

  Winston picked up his glass and swirled the contents around. His eyes raked her body from head to toe and she shivered under the heat of his gaze. She wore a blouson dress, with split sleeves and scooped neckline that showed off her ample cleavage. Her nipples were hard and eager, poking through her bra. The lower half of the dress fit her succulent body as if it had been painted on her. The four times a week sessions with a personal trainer had turned her body into a work of art. She was proud of how she looked and the way Winston’s cock was growing harder her like what he saw. Winston chuckled and the sound of his deep timbre caused her arousal to coil tight inside her belly the way a snake does before it strikes.

  “Well, your hair looks a little mussed to me, but at least your lipstick isn’t smeared. Have you kissed anyone tonight?

  The shocked and pained look that froze Vicky’s face wasn’t an act. “No Sir, I would never cross that line, unless you gave me your express approval. I know better than to break that rule. Sir. Please, you must know I could never be that disobedient.”

  Winston smiled in spite of himself. “Good and you’re right, I do know there are some rules even you won’t break. Vicky, do you know what time it is?”

  She squirmed and she couldn’t help it. His cock was standing straight up now and she wanted him so bad it hurt. Her whole body vibrated with unspent lust. Her mouth opened and closed as she sought the right answer. She slid the tip of her finger back and forth across her mouth. A nervous habit she did when she knew she’d been bad or had put her foot in her mouth – and tonight it seemed she’d done both.

  “Winston, we were having so much fun. I intended to call you, but – “

  Vicky blinked and before she realized what happened, Winston had flowed to his feet and stood right in front her – inches apart with his cock stiff and erect. His robe fell off his shoulders and there he stood in front of her in all his masculine glory. Gawd, she could eat his chocolate goodness with a spoon. Her eyes grew big as saucers and she nervously licked her l
ips.

  “Grrrrrgghh.” The growl rumbled in Winston’s chest and for the second time that night, it stopped her cold.

  “Vicky, think carefully about the next words that come out of your mouth. My patience is wearing thin - do not make your punishment worse by giving me excuses.”

  There was no doubt now that Winston planned to punish her and if his hard cock was any indication, she was going to get a good fucking too. A throbbing need pulsed between her legs and the walls of her pussy contracted.

  “Sir, it’s past the time for me to be home without calling you. Sir, I am sorry – I don’t have any excuse.”

  “Finally, he said.”

  Before Vicky could say another word, he grabbed the bodice of her dress in his two massive hands and ripped the dress apart. Her breath hitched and she choked back a scream.

  Anticipation and desire made a nest in her lower belly. Wildness shone in his eyes and she thought for sure she’d finally pushed him too far. Oh My God, he’s going to give it to me.