All Chapters of Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ariel was sat at the edge of her bed for close to an hour. She stared at the lingerie set on her bed suspiciously. Davis, as usual wasn't in town, Aaron had returned back to school for some important tests and school work and she had been left all alone again. Which made her even more suspicious of the sexy underwear set laying arranged on the feet of her bed. Who must have dropped this here when she was in the bathroom? Her phone pinged indicating a message. Ariel opened it, still eyeing the bed warily. "PUT THEM ON."Ariel quickly looked around the room, there was no one there. She looked back at the sender details and it was a private number meaning she could not see who it was either. Was this the punishment Davis promised her when she came before he permitted her to, two days ago? Immediately she remembered, she knew it had to be it. It really wasn't her fault, her pussy had been so tightly wound by the vibrator he was using on her pussy while fucking her ass. There was n

Ariel felt the discomfort of the position right away. But she could not complain. Thats not what good girls do. She had to sick it up and take it.But then again, Ariel didn't know what to expect from him especially while she was in that position. It was Aaron after all. Standing behind her, he placed his hand on her back and pushed her to lean over the footboard. It was a little higher than where her hips were, so she had to get up on her tiptoes to where it doesn’t dig into her stomach.Her back arched involuntarily. The moment my face hits the bed, Ariel could feel the muscles in her legs pull tight, and strong from the position. She sucked in a breath, trying to readjust herself, but she knew it was not going to matter. He knew what he was doing when he placed her in this position. It was his way, that was how it worked. It wasn't supposed to be comfortable.Aaron walks over to her left side and bends down, grabbing another chain from underneath the bed. “Right arm.”Ariel imm

Esmeralda wished her mother would just die. Who really needed a fucking mother anyways. All they did was talk, embasrass you in front r of friends and yell and curse for hours!!Esmeralda Lawrence lay in her bedroom with her pillow pulled over her head as she mother raged in the living room. Her mother, as usual, was being a total bitch, giving her stepfather Elisha no opportunity to get a word in edgewise. Vanessa Vincent was not easy to get along with under normal circumstances, and when she was in a rage, she was impossible. She had always been like that from as long as Esmeralda had been alive to know and understand her. Vanessa was a difficult woman to be with. Tonight she was in a rage because Elisha had refused to ground eighteen year old Esmeralda for being ten minutes late on a Saturday night date…and Esmeralda had even taken a picture of Sean, her friend, changing the flat tire. Vanessa had charged out the door screaming when Esmeralda had come home, scaring poor Sean

Elisha could not quite see her face, since his face was literally buried in her thighs in front of her damp pussy, but he responded “I love you too Esmeralda”. Inwardly he was screaming at himself for what he had done, it was wrong, and it could be highly dangerous for his life and his career…and his cock was still hard as hell. In spite of her lassitude, it was Esmeralda who moved first. She stood up by the bed and took her daddy by the hand, leading him to the master bedroom and the king sized bed inside. Elisha tried to speak, but Esmeralda shushed him with a forefinger to his lips. “Mother won’t get out until after she’s arraigned in the morning, unless one of us goes to bail her out. I won’t do it. We have until eight or nine o’clock tomorrow morning to decide what we’re going to do daddy…and I’m going to get what I need before we talk about it.” “And what is it you need, baby girl?” Elisha asked under his breath. “You,” she said simply. Esmeralda slid the sk

Riven's POVShe was now my wife. My wife.... Wife. The legal term that meant I owned her.... Mind, body and soul. She was mine!!! I've waited, dreamt, imagined and wanked to the thoughts of Nessa in my arms, as my wife, with me fucking her, owning her. Completely, totally, with no reservations. When I told her all those times that she would regret teasing me with her skimpy, sexy little dresses, she had laughed it off. Now, her small body trembles against mine, but she does as she’s told. She spreads her feet the best she can, and I smile against her wet skin.Mine!All fucking mine! She’s going to make the perfect wife. Obedient and ever ready to please me. So eager to learn. So willing to submit. I remove my fingers from her pussy, and she lets out a whimper. “Do not spit this out,” I order, pulling my hand from her mouth, reminding her of the wet undies I had used as a make shift gag. She nods once. If I had tape, I’d add it, but I don’t. Plus, this will be a test of just ho