There really isn't a better place to be than on my back, shoved into the silk sheets while you are buried deep in me, one hand bracing your weight on the bed beside my head while the other wraps around my throat, pinning me down. As your fingers tighten with every thrust, my breath grows shallower and my hips buck up to meet yours. Your lips curve into a wicked smile as you brush them against mine, ever so briefly, before pulling away to stare into my eyes. I'm close. So close.
"No," you growl, deeply guttural. Shock-waves pulse from my ears down my chest, sparking out to my nipples before continuing on to my belly and further. Invisible fingers clamp on my clit as I grip your cock tighter, my orgasm riding just beneath the surface.
I whimper, unable to gain breath enough to beg please.
A single drop of sweat drips down your nose to my forehead and my eyes begin to roll back into my head. Your hand grips harder with each word, "I. Said. NO." But it is too late.
My heels dig in to your ass, stiletto tips pressing divots into your skin, as my fingernails scrape down your biceps. A scream tears from my throat as ecstasy takes hold and I cum hard, the pressure too much to contain any longer. I come undone beneath you, all control lost to the pleasure you've perfectly crafted over the last hour.
With one final curse from your mouth, you crush your lips to mine as you pump harder, giving me your release.
Feeling your cock spasm and burst deep within me triggers a second wave of pleasure and I'm a mess beneath you, sobbing and pleading for you to never let me go.
You kiss along my neck, your hand no longer stealing my breath, and I just float in your embrace. This is heaven and I never want to leave the warmth you have created.
"I'm never letting you go," you mumble in my ear as you begin to roll your hips, growing hard once again. "You disobeyed me, Little One," you growl. I'm too far gone to catch the warning in your voice. My hips rock with yours as I moan, relishing your weight above me.
Tonight's lesson in self control will need to be repeated again tomorrow night. I can't wait.
Old Habits
My keys jangled as I reached for my apartment door and I cursed when the lock held no resistance with the key turn. I had left my apartment unsecured yet again. How many times would I push my luck before I came home from work to find my place ransacked? I mentally chastised myself as I fell back against the door, closing the world out behind me. I dropped my purse on the little catch-all table but left the lights off when I slid my keys onto the hook next to the switch. The quiet darkness was comforting after the bloody nightmare of working the emergency room under the harsh bright fluorescence bulbs.
I barely took two steps toward the bedroom before I realized I was not alone. He did not make a sound, but I felt him watching me and I froze. From the corner of my eye I saw a shadowy figure move to turn on the side table lamp. I turned to see a naked man sitting on my couch. A handsome, dangerous man. A man I knew and feared. A man I swore I would never see again.
"What...what are you doing here?" I whispered, my mouth completely dry. I wanted to take a step back, but my feet would not move. "What do you want?"
"I want you to show me," his blue eyes burned bright, the intensity behind them reminiscent of a predator with cornered prey.
"Sh-show you?" I stammered, taking a deep breath, the instinct to run hammering my heart in my chest.
"Show me," his hands shifted in his lap and I cringed. My ex sat there with his clothes folded neatly beside the lamp, his cock standing proud, stiff, and large. His deep voice echoed through my head as he continued, "Show me what you think I missed out on when I let you go. Show me what you've learned since you escaped to greener pastures. Show me that you're not all talk."
I stared at his dick, thicker and longer than I remembered. I wondered if it was just as rock hard as it looked, if it was just as tasty as my mouth recalled. I licked my lips and managed to finally take a step back. "You need to leave," my voice sounded stronger, but still registered at a whisper, as I pulled my eyes away and looked him in the face; it was more of a difficult struggle than I would care to admit.
That damn smile that always melted me quirked his mouth. My heart fluttered. "Scared that I know the truth? That you aren't as good as you claim? That you are still as terrible as when we were together?"
"No, I..." he twitched his muscles, the muscles that forced his cock to wave at me. I felt like a cat being teased with a dangling toy. I gulped and took another step back. Fear gripped my stomach - or was that arousal? Both. But not fear that I would fail to prove that I was better now than I was then; no, it was fear that I would give in. Fear that I would not be able to escape him again. He was my ex for a reason.
"Well?" His hardened flesh bobbed again. I whimpered. "There's my girl, still hiding in there, after all! She should come out and play, don't you think?" I swallowed down a hard lump in my throat and tried to shake my head. His voice had dropped an entire octave, to that musically commanding sound that pulled me apart little by little. "Come here." I was helpless against that voice and he knew it.
"Y-Yes, Sir," I quietly submitted as I lowered my head, dropped to my knees, and scuttled forward like an animal. How easily I slipped back into the role of his pet scared me, but I had no control when that voice commanded. Shame flooded my system, flushing my skin, and soaking my panties. I thought I had locked this part of me away when I escaped. I was wrong.
He growled, "That's a good girl. Come and show me what you think I'm missing. Prove to me you can suck a cock like a good little slut."
I kept my eyes down, focused on the dick in front of my face. Every word was a lie, we both knew it. His favorite pastime was telling me I was worthless and useless as a cocksucker, nothing better than a wet cunt to fuck; I had spent my time on my knees doing what I could to make him say otherwise, fighting for even one single line of praise. In the five years we were together, I never once heard "good girl" in response to my lips wrapped around his cock. Why I thought this time would be different, I had no clue. I just knew that the desire to please him consumed me once more. I wanted to hear those two words. This time would be different. It had to be.
More than that, I wanted his cock down my throat.
I barely took two steps toward the bedroom before I realized I was not alone. He did not make a sound, but I felt him watching me and I froze. From the corner of my eye I saw a shadowy figure move to turn on the side table lamp. I turned to see a naked man sitting on my couch. A handsome, dangerous man. A man I knew and feared. A man I swore I would never see again.
"What...what are you doing here?" I whispered, my mouth completely dry. I wanted to take a step back, but my feet would not move. "What do you want?"
"I want you to show me," his blue eyes burned bright, the intensity behind them reminiscent of a predator with cornered prey.
"Sh-show you?" I stammered, taking a deep breath, the instinct to run hammering my heart in my chest.
"Show me," his hands shifted in his lap and I cringed. My ex sat there with his clothes folded neatly beside the lamp, his cock standing proud, stiff, and large. His deep voice echoed through my head as he continued, "Show me what you think I missed out on when I let you go. Show me what you've learned since you escaped to greener pastures. Show me that you're not all talk."
I stared at his dick, thicker and longer than I remembered. I wondered if it was just as rock hard as it looked, if it was just as tasty as my mouth recalled. I licked my lips and managed to finally take a step back. "You need to leave," my voice sounded stronger, but still registered at a whisper, as I pulled my eyes away and looked him in the face; it was more of a difficult struggle than I would care to admit.
That damn smile that always melted me quirked his mouth. My heart fluttered. "Scared that I know the truth? That you aren't as good as you claim? That you are still as terrible as when we were together?"
"No, I..." he twitched his muscles, the muscles that forced his cock to wave at me. I felt like a cat being teased with a dangling toy. I gulped and took another step back. Fear gripped my stomach - or was that arousal? Both. But not fear that I would fail to prove that I was better now than I was then; no, it was fear that I would give in. Fear that I would not be able to escape him again. He was my ex for a reason.
"Well?" His hardened flesh bobbed again. I whimpered. "There's my girl, still hiding in there, after all! She should come out and play, don't you think?" I swallowed down a hard lump in my throat and tried to shake my head. His voice had dropped an entire octave, to that musically commanding sound that pulled me apart little by little. "Come here." I was helpless against that voice and he knew it.
"Y-Yes, Sir," I quietly submitted as I lowered my head, dropped to my knees, and scuttled forward like an animal. How easily I slipped back into the role of his pet scared me, but I had no control when that voice commanded. Shame flooded my system, flushing my skin, and soaking my panties. I thought I had locked this part of me away when I escaped. I was wrong.
He growled, "That's a good girl. Come and show me what you think I'm missing. Prove to me you can suck a cock like a good little slut."
I kept my eyes down, focused on the dick in front of my face. Every word was a lie, we both knew it. His favorite pastime was telling me I was worthless and useless as a cocksucker, nothing better than a wet cunt to fuck; I had spent my time on my knees doing what I could to make him say otherwise, fighting for even one single line of praise. In the five years we were together, I never once heard "good girl" in response to my lips wrapped around his cock. Why I thought this time would be different, I had no clue. I just knew that the desire to please him consumed me once more. I wanted to hear those two words. This time would be different. It had to be.
More than that, I wanted his cock down my throat.
I licked my lips and stared at the twitching dick less than a foot away. I knelt between his knees, my hands clutching the edge of the couch, mesmerized.
"Don't hesitate now, my pet. You've had your freedom. Show me what you've learned," he growled.
My breath quickened and my chest heaved. I swallowed, trying to moisten my dry throat. With a soft whimper escaping my mouth, I leaned forward and took the tip of his cock between my lips and sank my head into his lap.
Please, I mentally begged, just this once....
The Letter
To My Dom,
I've been trying so hard to be a Good Girl and not beg and not tell you how badly I need you. I've been in a mood and all I can think about is your hand wrapping my throat as you reaffirm your ownership; your arms on either side of my head, pinning me to the wall; your body standing over me as you throw me onto the bed; your growling commands in my ear telling me not to cum; your fingers digging deep within me, taunting me. I even dream of your teeth biting into my skin. All of this and more...in whatever order or combination you choose. As worked up as I have been and am, I know I won't be able to obey your order to not cum without permission. I'll fail spectacularly, doing everything possible to at least remain quiet like you prefer. I can even feel my wrists held tightly over my head with my back against the bed or wall or floor - wherever you desire to place me. In my head, I'm doing my best to please you so that I can have your hands on me more. I am trying my hardest to not beg you to make all this reality soon. I know it is not my place to seek pleasure, but instead yours to give as you see fit; my reward for being a Good Girl.
It's ridiculously insane how being told I'm just a fucktoy, existing only for your pleasure, turns me on. It's honestly crazy. But I love it. I look forward to being on my knees in front of you again.
xoxo
Your Sub
Sean knew the neatly folded letter he'd found under the bed while cleaning the bedroom wasn't meant for his eyes, even though it was written in his wife's unmistakable handwriting. Though he could be dominant over Cassie at times, he wasn't her Dom. No, her Dom was a guy her own age, more than a decade younger than Sean, someone she had been seeing off and on for more than a year now.
Cassie was with her Dom that moment, probably on her knees with the other man's cock as far down her throat as she could manage. Closing his eyes, Sean took a deep breath, willing his sudden erection to go away. He could take a break from cleaning to jerk off, but it would do no good. It would only be a temporary relief. Not to mention, it would take away from his promise to his wife - part of their agreement was that she would bring home pictures and video for him to enjoy while she dropped to her knees for him.
With a soft curse thrown out to the empty house, Sean grabbed his phone and sat in the oversized, overstuffed chair in the corner of the bedroom. He pulled up the folder he kept of Cassie's previous encounters with her Dom and decided tonight would be a night to focus solely on Cassie's pleasure when she returned. This afternoon, his need to get off was far greater than he ever expected it could be when thinking about his favorite little porn star wife off enjoying an afternoon with another man.
I've been trying so hard to be a Good Girl and not beg and not tell you how badly I need you. I've been in a mood and all I can think about is your hand wrapping my throat as you reaffirm your ownership; your arms on either side of my head, pinning me to the wall; your body standing over me as you throw me onto the bed; your growling commands in my ear telling me not to cum; your fingers digging deep within me, taunting me. I even dream of your teeth biting into my skin. All of this and more...in whatever order or combination you choose. As worked up as I have been and am, I know I won't be able to obey your order to not cum without permission. I'll fail spectacularly, doing everything possible to at least remain quiet like you prefer. I can even feel my wrists held tightly over my head with my back against the bed or wall or floor - wherever you desire to place me. In my head, I'm doing my best to please you so that I can have your hands on me more. I am trying my hardest to not beg you to make all this reality soon. I know it is not my place to seek pleasure, but instead yours to give as you see fit; my reward for being a Good Girl.
It's ridiculously insane how being told I'm just a fucktoy, existing only for your pleasure, turns me on. It's honestly crazy. But I love it. I look forward to being on my knees in front of you again.
xoxo
Your Sub
Sean knew the neatly folded letter he'd found under the bed while cleaning the bedroom wasn't meant for his eyes, even though it was written in his wife's unmistakable handwriting. Though he could be dominant over Cassie at times, he wasn't her Dom. No, her Dom was a guy her own age, more than a decade younger than Sean, someone she had been seeing off and on for more than a year now.
Cassie was with her Dom that moment, probably on her knees with the other man's cock as far down her throat as she could manage. Closing his eyes, Sean took a deep breath, willing his sudden erection to go away. He could take a break from cleaning to jerk off, but it would do no good. It would only be a temporary relief. Not to mention, it would take away from his promise to his wife - part of their agreement was that she would bring home pictures and video for him to enjoy while she dropped to her knees for him.
With a soft curse thrown out to the empty house, Sean grabbed his phone and sat in the oversized, overstuffed chair in the corner of the bedroom. He pulled up the folder he kept of Cassie's previous encounters with her Dom and decided tonight would be a night to focus solely on Cassie's pleasure when she returned. This afternoon, his need to get off was far greater than he ever expected it could be when thinking about his favorite little porn star wife off enjoying an afternoon with another man.
Pretty Lies
 | Author: Kitty Thomas Publisher: Burlesque Press ASIN: B07CHBF9SZ Published: 04/23/2018 Pages: 220 Words: 76,770 Formats: Adobe PDF, MobiPocket, ePUB, RTF, LRF, Palm Doc PDB, and TXT Price: $4.95 CLICK TO PURCHASE |
!This book contains Kidnapping, Coercion, Group Sex, Public Sex, and Rough Sex.
What’s wrong with a little white lie or two when flirting at the bar? For compulsive liar Annette Waincott and her twin Janette, the consequences for a single drunken night is life altering. A cruel twist of fate puts Janette in Anton Volikov’s path and he mistakes her for Annette and kidnaps her – in what he thought was a play discussed the night before between him and Annette. He takes her to his mansion and holds her captive until Annette trades herself for her sister and becomes the first trainee in the newly established Pleasure House. Pretty Lies goes all the way back to the beginning of the world created in Guilty Pleasures and provides the backstory for some of the House staff as well as the establishment of the training house for submissives. Anton wakes up Annette’s desire to please him and she steals his heart, but events unfold between the trainers and the girls in the house that could destroy everything. This trip back in time is a treat for anyone that has read the other books set in the Pleasure House world (Guilty Pleasures, Broken Dolls, and Surrender), but, just like the others, it stands alone on its own and the others are not required to get satisfaction from the story. As with all of Kitty Thomas’ books, this is for the mature readers due to its dark erotic tones and themes, though it is more toned down compared to Kitty’s other works in the same world. From start to finish, I devoured this book in a day because I could not put it down.
~ As submitted to Shmashwords.com & Amazon.com
Behind Closed Doors (pt 2)
Saturday morning sunlight filtered through the bedroom window, the delicate light first illuminating an empty bed, then a couple entwined in a loving embrace on the plush carpet. June stirred at the incessant prodding of the orange glow and gently disentangled herself from her husband. She sat and stretched and watched Russel sleep for a few minutes before she stood and picked up hastily discarded and, to her dismay, ripped clothing. She frowned as she tossed the brand new shirt in the waste basket on her way to the shower.
The spray of water stung as it struck tender new carpet burns, but the heat dissipated the pain to a mere discomfort. After she was clean, June stood under the water and stared at the slate wall. The usually warm combination of muted green tones and the golden veins were instead lost in the cold grey stone. A chill flittered across June's skin as she thought back to the day it was chosen.
The sales clerk at the local Floor & Tile Warehouse had left the couple standing in the aisle to place the Garret's entire remodel order for delivery, so no one was near to see him pull her close against his hips and slip one hand around her body and into the front waistband of her skirt. There were no witnesses as he slipped his fingers past the soft curls between her legs and gently entered her wet and ready pussy.
"This, my sweet," his gruff voice fell to her ear, "to whom does it belong?"
Working to control her breathing, June whispered her reply, "You, Sir."
"Good girl," Russel kissed her neck as he increased the pressure from his hand. June began to whimper. "Quietly," he chided; June clenched her jaw. Her orgasm was short but still turned her legs limp. Russel chuckled into her ear, "I love that almost as much as I love you, my Pet." He held her upright for a few moments until she could stand again, and then removed his hand. She was slightly unsteady, but leaned against her husband in what she hoped would look like a normal embrace.
Russel hugged her close with one arm and reached up to run his wetted fingers across her lips. June smiled and licked him clean. He then pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear before pulling a simple brown envelope from his pocket. It had been folded and creased neatly to fit, unnoticed, next to the pen at his breast.
"I think it is time to give you your gift. Happy anniversary, my Pet."
June was confused. Russel had led her to believe the house remodel was her gift: the larger bathroom with its custom shower, the new guest bedroom add-on, the old guest bedroom to craft-space conversion, and the new bedroom balcony.... She gingerly took the envelope and carefully unfolded it. Inside was a single sheet of paper: a folded drawing. It was a scaled down version of the plans for the upstairs guest bedroom conversion, but it was different than what the contractor had on display. She stared at it, trying to make sense of what was different.
Tears filled her eyes as she realized what it was, and they seeped into her voice when she looked up at her husband, "Oh, Sir! Do you mean it?"
"Yes, my Pet." The plans for the new nursery crumpled between them as he hugged her tight.
June dried her tears with the bath towel. She looked at her reflection in the steam streaked mirror. With sunken eyes and slumped shoulders, she looked defeated and older than her thirty years.
"There's no point in crying," she scolded herself, "There are other options. We can still do this." Her hands drifted down to her stomach and an ache filled her chest. "Well, it may not everything we wanted, but we can't give up." One final tear fell down her cheek, and then she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. Her internal pep-talk would have to do for now. She still had a house to keep tidy and a husband to please.
The spray of water stung as it struck tender new carpet burns, but the heat dissipated the pain to a mere discomfort. After she was clean, June stood under the water and stared at the slate wall. The usually warm combination of muted green tones and the golden veins were instead lost in the cold grey stone. A chill flittered across June's skin as she thought back to the day it was chosen.
The sales clerk at the local Floor & Tile Warehouse had left the couple standing in the aisle to place the Garret's entire remodel order for delivery, so no one was near to see him pull her close against his hips and slip one hand around her body and into the front waistband of her skirt. There were no witnesses as he slipped his fingers past the soft curls between her legs and gently entered her wet and ready pussy.
"This, my sweet," his gruff voice fell to her ear, "to whom does it belong?"
Working to control her breathing, June whispered her reply, "You, Sir."
"Good girl," Russel kissed her neck as he increased the pressure from his hand. June began to whimper. "Quietly," he chided; June clenched her jaw. Her orgasm was short but still turned her legs limp. Russel chuckled into her ear, "I love that almost as much as I love you, my Pet." He held her upright for a few moments until she could stand again, and then removed his hand. She was slightly unsteady, but leaned against her husband in what she hoped would look like a normal embrace.
Russel hugged her close with one arm and reached up to run his wetted fingers across her lips. June smiled and licked him clean. He then pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear before pulling a simple brown envelope from his pocket. It had been folded and creased neatly to fit, unnoticed, next to the pen at his breast.
"I think it is time to give you your gift. Happy anniversary, my Pet."
June was confused. Russel had led her to believe the house remodel was her gift: the larger bathroom with its custom shower, the new guest bedroom add-on, the old guest bedroom to craft-space conversion, and the new bedroom balcony.... She gingerly took the envelope and carefully unfolded it. Inside was a single sheet of paper: a folded drawing. It was a scaled down version of the plans for the upstairs guest bedroom conversion, but it was different than what the contractor had on display. She stared at it, trying to make sense of what was different.
Tears filled her eyes as she realized what it was, and they seeped into her voice when she looked up at her husband, "Oh, Sir! Do you mean it?"
"Yes, my Pet." The plans for the new nursery crumpled between them as he hugged her tight.
June dried her tears with the bath towel. She looked at her reflection in the steam streaked mirror. With sunken eyes and slumped shoulders, she looked defeated and older than her thirty years.
"There's no point in crying," she scolded herself, "There are other options. We can still do this." Her hands drifted down to her stomach and an ache filled her chest. "Well, it may not everything we wanted, but we can't give up." One final tear fell down her cheek, and then she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. Her internal pep-talk would have to do for now. She still had a house to keep tidy and a husband to please.
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