LOGINThe crude, direct question spoken in that rough rasp unraveled her completely. Heat flooded her cheeks, but she forced herself to hold his gaze. Yes. A thousand times yes. The admission left her lips as a whisper. “Yes.”He cupped her chin, grip firm. “Then beg for it.”The absolute command sent a shiver of pure submission down her spine. This was the power exchange she had fantasized about for years but never dared hope would become real. Without a second thought she sank to her knees on the plush rug, cool air kissing her exposed thighs. She looked up at him—at the impressive bulge already straining hard against his jeans—and every ounce of long-held idolization and desire focused into one desperate plea.“Please, Dirk,” she whispered, voice trembling with genuine need. “Please let me taste you. Let me suck your cock. I need it. I need it so bad.”A low groan escaped him. “Good girl.”His hands went to his belt; the metallic clink sounded loud in the quiet room. He freed himself and
There was no more teasing. This was raw, primal fucking. He drove into her without restraint, the heavy bed slamming against the wall with every powerful snap of his hips. The ropes bit into her wrists, anchoring her completely to the storm of his need. She met every thrust, her own long-buried desires finally unleashed, lost entirely to the taboo and the overwhelming power of him.She felt his rhythm falter. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as the hot, sudden rush of his release flooded deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his solid weight a comforting, possessive anchor.For a long moment the only sound in the room was their ragged, shared breathing. Slowly he pushed himself up and began untying her wrists, his fingers gentle as they massaged the faint red marks left by the rope. The unexpected tenderness was almost more shocking than the intensity of the sex itself.He dressed with the same quiet efficiency he had shown earlier, then looked down at her still spla
The silence inside her in-laws’ sprawling suburban house felt heavy and oppressive. Lois was two days into a full week of house-sitting, and the initial novelty of unlimited cable and a fridge stocked to overflowing had already worn thin. She had cleaned every surface that wasn’t nailed down, rearranged the entire pantry by food group, and now found herself simply… bored.It was during a restless prowl through the master bedroom—ostensibly checking for dust on the high shelves of the walk-in closet—that she discovered it. Not an ordinary box, but a handsome leather trunk tucked carefully behind a row of Mark’s severe dark suits. The lock was more decorative than functional; it gave way with a soft, almost inviting click.Her breath caught. Good lord.Neatly arranged on a bed of black velvet lay a collection of items she had never, not in a million years, associated with Barbara and Mark. Soft silken ropes, a black leather blindfold, several vibrators of varying size and intensity, a g
He brought the fingers that had been inside her to his mouth. She watched with a smile as he licked them clean, finally tasting her. The flavor only made the hunger sharper.Satisfied that he liked it, she decided to give him more.She climbed off the bed. He watched, waiting to see what she would do next.She pushed the leather skirt down her legs, then hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them off as well. She stood completely naked in front of him. She looked at him expectantly. It took him a few seconds to understand—he was too busy staring at the perfect curves, the toned legs, the heavy breasts, the glistening wetness between her thighs.Then he got it. He shoved his own pants the rest of the way off so he was as naked as she was. She eyed his cock greedily.She climbed back onto the bed, moving up toward his head. He reached for her, one hand sliding up to cup a breast again. She turned and straddled him once more—this time facing the opposite direction, her knees on eithe
This time he felt her lips part and press against his with clear intent. He could have been pushed backward, but instead he kissed her back and they stayed locked together. His free hand found her waist. She tightened her grip on the hand she already held.He pulled her flush against him and felt the light, teasing dart of her tongue into his mouth.His hand rose to her face, mirroring hers, then slid further back, fingers threading through her long black hair.She stepped away. His hand slipped free of her hair; the other was gently released. She looked up at him, still smiling, as she backed toward the bed. He realized then that this was actually happening—what other direction could it possibly take now? He was intensely glad he had followed her inside.She reached the edge of the mattress and turned, waiting to see if he would join her.He walked over, cock already thickening hard inside his pants as the full understanding hit him: she was there for the taking.All he had to do was
He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. He felt like he must look ridiculous, so he settled on keeping it shut.She laughed once more.“I’m just kidding! Come on, I don’t mean to put you on the spot like that. Really. So, what have you got for me?”Alex remembered the package in his hands.“Oh—yeah. Here you go.”He handed it over. She took it, glanced at it quickly, then looked back at him as though she were sizing him up.She studied him more closely.“I’m Jane, by the way.”“Pleased to meet you. I’m Alex.”“Do I have to sign anything for this, Alex?”“Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me.”Somehow his mind had gone completely blank for a few seconds. He suspected it had everything to do with the sudden appearance of this stunning woman from the car.“Okay, well come on inside and I’ll sign that for you.”Alex stayed frozen in place for a moment, uncertain what he should do. He had been ready to drop the package and head straight to lunch. Now the entire situation felt di
If you called her a cougar or whatever hot-to-trot name the kids had come up with these days, Marie was liable to curse you out. She was anything but anybody’s cradle robber. Marie was simply Marie, an older woman who happened to be married to a younger man, and who happened to still have the goods
It couldn’t be. I studied the cover more closely. It absolutely, definitely was him. Those eyes, high cheekbones, broad shoulders. OK, I’d seen him fully clothed and on the cover of His Best Performance he wore only a pair of swimming trunks – tiny, tight, yellow – but I recognised him beyond doubt.
I glanced up from my crossword puzzle as the bell above the shop door tinkled. A man, broad shoulders, bright white smile and wearing black wraparound shades, strode into the warren of dusty shelves and cabinets. He moved with purpose, the material of his jeans hugging the tops of his long thighs an
So, maybe the car was gone. Maybe she had spent the money on some outrageous thing. Maybe he’d one day know what it was and maybe he wouldn’t. But for now, Gavin thought, fuck the car, and fuck the walk. Gavin was going to fuck his wife in this old-fashioned swing that hung from this big oak tree







