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DARK DESIRE (short steamy stories) chapter 62
“You okay, babe?” Andrew’s voice above me was half sexual rasp, half concerned. His warm, oiled hands had moved from the outside curves of my ass to the inside of my thighs, and they were resting there, not pulling or teasing, just resting against my skin. I kept my eyes and mouth closed like I was supposed to and tried not to think about my naked ass in the air. I nodded against the pillow. “She’ll tell you if she’s not,” Miss Suzanne voice came from the other side of me. “Won’t you, Cate?” I nodded again, the rasp of the pillow filling my ear. Miss Suzanne pressed her cool, slim fingers next to Andrew’s, higher up on the inside of my thigh. The hot and cold of their hands made my ass break out in goose bumps. “See, Andrew? She’ll tell you. So stop stalling.” Miss Suzanne’s fingers left my skin. Her heels click-clicked away, presumably to another one of the six couples whose husband was also stalling. Andrew’s hands didn’t move. I waited, head on my hands, belly and thighs resting o
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Mindy made me sex-obsessed in a way I hadn’t been since eighth grade. Here I was, a well-adjusted, experienced man of thirty-two. Throughout my adult life I had studied with women, worked with women, socialized with women, seduced and been seduced by women, formed strong bonds with women, built complicated relationships with women, and had one night stands with women. I had been fraternally friendly with them, professionally proper with them, uproariously ribald with them . . . and gloriously, so gloriously, intimate with them. I respected women, I admired women, I learned from women, I sympathized with women, I adored women. In the course of all this, I’d experienced captivating sexual obsession but always in the sophisticated manner of a man of the world. These were grown-up obsessions explored on moonlit beaches furnished with champagne, or in boutique hotel rooms with their inevitably inviting beds and bathtubs, or at 1 a.m. rooftop parties for two. And suddenly one humdrum Tuesda
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Arnold stirred from his slumber and lifted one heavy eyelid to peer at a pink morning sky beyond his window. “Another day . . . still breathing.” He could never return to sleep once he had awakened, so he slung his legs over the edge of the bed and forced himself to stand. He stumbled toward the bathroom, then emerged to perform his morning ritual with the percolator. The courtyard would be finished soon. Probably by that night. Lauren had not permitted anyone to enter the wooded rectangle that now graced the area that had been barren concrete. But she would be gone, and he felt that familiar hollowness assert itself again, like a part of him was missing. He drank his coffee and dressed casually in khaki pants and a short sleeve shirt. He retrieved a straw panama hat from a closet shelf and stepped into the hallway. Before he reached the elevator, its door opened and Maria emerged. She grinned when she saw him, and her pace increased as she approached him. She flung her arms around hi
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There’s something uniquely trashy about having sex with a girl in a cemetery. Then again, there’s always been something uniquely trashy about Betsy, so it’s a propos. Don’t get me wrong, I love her – in a way that’s totally unimaginable to most ordinary guys. Betsy’s white trash, without a doubt. That makes me, I guess, a white-trash lover. And I take my job very seriously. “Most guys would think fucking me here is gross or creepy.” Betsy swoons, buck naked and spread-legged against a tombstone, “But you like it! You like fucking me here, don’t you, Oliver?” Then she lets her hand nestle in her thick damp curls, their silkiness dully reflecting the dim yellow glow of the security lanterns blazing nearby. I can’t tell whether she means fucking her in a cemetery or in her hot pussy, because my brain is on fire with thoughts of porking her good. Porking her real good. “And here, too,” she clarifies. She slides a finger between her thighs and giggles. Her sudden gasp at the shock of her
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My face flooded with heat. Jake kissed his way down the side of my neck and then back up. He found my ear and the gentle stroke of his tongue made me shiver. I stared at Keith while Jake worked magic that made my nipples hard and my body wet. Keith stared right back. Jake thrust up against me, one time only, and whispered into my ear. “I would never let another man do this to you.” My heart and my body were plunged into confusion. Anger swamped me. Part of me wanted to pull Jake closer and another part of me wanted to push him away. Guilt was a violent tempest within my head. I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see Keith. But I couldn’t shake the fact that I wanted Jake. Jake was the one who stopped. He ran his fingers through my hair, kissed me hard and then slowly took a step back. He looked right at me while he spoke to Keith. “I can’t do this.” Keith looked from Jake to me. He didn’t seem surprised at all. Jake was breathing hard. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead agains
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A startled raccoon fled through the light, ran through the underbrush and scampered up a tree, where it disappeared into the leaves. The truck pulled into the drive. I took another sip of my beer. I was surprised when the lights flickered off. I was even more surprised when a man stepped out of the truck and walked toward me. It was only when he stepped through a shaft of moonlight that I realized who he was. I should have known. “Keith told me you might be out here,” Jake said. I held out the beer. He took it and drank the rest in one long swallow. We sat side by side on the porch and looked out at the silhouettes of the trees. “How is he?” I asked. Jake picked at a spot on his jeans. “He’s all right. He knows everybody handled the situation badly.” “I don’t blame him. I don’t blame anybody.” Jake chuckled ruefully. “That’s the problem with things like this. There is nobody to blame. It’s easier if there is someone who can be held accountable.” I got up to get another beer. I pulled
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I search for the words. How can I tell her? How can I admit that Brent is the one who gives me the command to look at these sites while I am at work, that every morning he puts me over his lap, spanks me, slips his hands between my legs, fingers me until I’m right on the edge of an intense orgasm and then leaves me, panting and sweaty with my clit throbbing, and sends me off to work on trembling legs? That throughout the day I receive emails from him with links he orders me to look at – and that an order from my fiancé is an order I can’t refuse? That by the time I get home each night, I’m so frenzied that I’ll do anything – anything – he demands if he’ll just put me over his lap, spank me again, and finger me until I come, sobbing with pleasure? And that each night I do anything – anything – he orders me to, just to get him to do that? “It’s my fault,” I say. “I know it’s my fault.” “I see. Do you see yourself as the spanked or the spankee?” Her lips are curled with contempt, as if s
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My arousal mounts as the pain increases. The blows send hard thudding sensations into my cunt – I know I can come if I can just bring my thighs together a little bit. . . . “Spread them!” she snaps. “Spread them wide!” “Y – yes,” I gasp. “Yes, um . . .” “Don’t call me Mistress,” she barks. “You’ve already got a Master. I’m not his fucking girlfriend.” “Yes, Carrie,” I whimper. Her hand comes down fast, this time, harder than before. But she is not spanking my ass now – her open palm connects with my cunt, again, again, again, and the stinging blow wrenches great moans out of me. The pain makes me rise up on my hands and knees, makes me perch over her precariously in a vain attempt to get away. She puts her hand on my ass and shoves me down into her lap, hard, then begins spanking my cunt in earnest. I moan wildly, no longer caring if people outside Carrie’s office can hear. I moan wildly because I’m going to come. She knows it, too – she spanks my sex harder so that it hurts, and hurt
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