All Chapters of LOST IN LUST {steamiest short stories}: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 3 May’s thumb moved back and forth slowly on Rose’s cheek. The feel of her skin excited May. She wondered if the rest of her skin felt just as good. She thought about running her hands over her body. She thought about soft curves, sweet and supple flesh. She felt weak at the knees.This kiss was unlike any that she had experienced before. There was the same hunger but it felt as though it was being expressed differently. She felt as though Rose understood her in ways that no man ever had before. She wondered what else Rose would understand about her differently. She wanted more of this. It felt as though all of these kisses were simply building up to something more.Rose’s hand on her cheek moved upward. She felt it run over her ear, pushing further up. Rose’s hand ran through May’s hair. She felt the delicate, slender, fingers push through her hair.The tips of her own fingers touched Rose’s hair. It felt so silky. Everything about Rose just felt so different. She wanted mor

CONTENT: Bdsm, rough sex, submissive, sex toys. CHAPTER 1 Sarah pulled up in front of the warehouse building but didn’t shut the engine off. The building was one of three in a nondescript industrial complex in central Pinellas County. Ten bays to a building, with some businesses taking up more than one bay. Nothing remarkable about it, except that it was nine o’clock on a Friday night, and there were at least thirty cars clustered around one particular bay while the rest of the complex lay desolate and dark. A sign over the door simply read Axis.I can do this. I can do this.She still didn’t shut the engine off, the AC blowing cool air into her face. She knew when she stepped out that muggy July Florida night air would assault her and wilt every attempt she’d made to straighten her hair.Why am I doing this?She sat there, engine running.Another car pulled up, parked, and the male driver shut it off. The man and a woman passenger got out. He wore jeans and a button-up shirt, the c

CHAPTER 3After three more weekend playdates, and five vanilla dates, Ray and Oot extended an offer to Sarah that she’d been hoping would come sooner rather than later—to spend the weekend with the men, at their house.More specifically, in their bed.The week crawled for kitten. Both men took great pains to tease her mercilessly all week, Ray and Oot over the phone and through text messages. Ray ordered her not to masturbate or come until she was under his and Oot’s care on Friday.By Friday morning, she felt ready to rip out of her skin and run around screaming. She received permission to wear panties at work and when running errands or she’d have a wet spot on her pants as well.What she hadn’t counted on was working herself into a frazzle, nervous energy combining with adrenaline as she raced through work before leaving early and heading straight home to clean her house and get ready for Ray and Oot. She plopped down on the couch, dressed and packed and ready to go, with the early

CHAPTER 5She cooked in her usual attire—naked, except for her pink collar. After dinner, once the dishes were washed and dried and put away, she walked into Ray’s study and knelt on the large pillow on the floor next to his desk.Without looking away from his laptop, Ray reached down and stroked her hair. She closed her eyes, content. This was part of their routine, one she had quickly grown to love. She would sit there all night next to him, her head resting against his thigh, his hand in her hair, if he asked her to.“You take such good care of us, kitten,” he said, looking down at her.“I try, Sir.”“No, you do. And I appreciate it.” He gently held her chin and tippedher head up so he could look her in the eye. “Doesn’t mean you’ll get out of your spanking tonight, however. You were pushy with me today on the phone.”She smiled. “Yes, Sir.” She’d argued that Ray and Oot needed to be watching their diets. Oot was out of town at a training conference for work, leaving her alone wit

CHAPTER 7Despite her comment, there wasn’t another round of play in store for her that night. Ray told her to get dressed and they spent the rest of the night talking with friends and eating from the delicious potluck buffet spread.When she started yawning, Ray called it a night. “Come on, kitten. Time to put you to bed.”The next morning when she woke up before her men, she felt sore in ways she hadn’t felt sore in a long, long time.Good ways.In the bathroom, she turned and examined the bruises on her ass. She smiled. Yep, it was a riding crop. The unmistakable shape was etched in purple on her butt. As she ran her fingers over the marks, she enjoyed the feeling of them there. Some subs didn’t want marks.Not her. She loved proof of the night remaining on her flesh for a couple of days. It also meant sitting down would be a constant reminder and keep her more than wet until they faded.Giggling, she pulled on a robe and went to the kitchen to start the coffee before going outside