Sometimes a naughty sub is the best kind...
When Emily Rieve's husband and Dom orders her not to come, she usually obeys. But not on Halloween. On Halloween, Emily plans to come for Kyle...over and over again. Because disobeying him is far better than losing him to the curse they're under.
(An erotica short story app. 4,000 words.)
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The Deputy & the Deb
When Isabelle Morgan gets pulled over for going too fast in her daddy's car, she's willing to do anything to keep him from finding out. In domineering Deputy Saunders' book, anything covers a lot of pleasurable territory, especially since he's got her handcuffed. If the young woman is looking for excitement, he's more than willing to satisfy her need for speed.
Total Word Count: 8,500 words.
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Excerpt from Come for Me:
He sighed, stirring warm air against her ear. "You're a glutton for punishment, Em. I love that about you, actually. But this...this is too much. I can't let you do it again. Run now and it will all be over come sunrise."
It would be. If they didn't reverse the curse for the year, he'd be dead of old-age by morning. It was the only way out of the hundred-year curse. Death by old age. Unnatural old age. Which was what he'd been embracing when he'd told her to stay away.
In response, she slid both hands down her flat stomach, along her thighs. She skimmed over the tiny scrap of lace. Her thumbs fanned her labia, exposing her glistening slit. She pushed her index finger in as far as the middle knuckle, then slowly drew it back out. Once more in, then out, knowing his eyes followed every movement. She spread the moisture over her nub. Started stoking the fire again.
"Fuck."
One edge of her mouth twitched. "That's the plan."
Buttersoft leather whispered across her skin. It sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine to lodge in her throbbing clit as he caressed, then gripped her bare shoulder with his gloved hand. "You're sure?"
She nodded.
"All right, then." Kyle Rieve glanced down at his wife's smokin' hot, young body
And cursed.
Cursed the curse, cursed his big damn mouth that had gotten them into this crazy-ass life, cursed his currently-old, currently-limp dick that hadn't so much as twitched at the sight and scent of Em's fingers working her dripping cunt. Still...he did have ways to help her get off...which would eventually get him up...and off. He slid his gloved hand slowly over her collarbone. "I saw you in that trampy outfit. The one that showed almost all of this." He grabbed her entire tit and squeezed the firm, young flesh.
She gasped, arching her back.
"You like showing off, don't you, my little slut?" When she didn't respond, he pinched the nipple. Twisted it. "Answer me."
"Yes, yes." She panted, fingers working furiously on her clit.
"Teasing men with this hot little body makes you horny, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"Tell me a story, Em. Tell me about a guy you tormented with your slutty clothes, your gorgeous tits."
"A cop...pulled me over for speeding this morning." Her cunt made wet noises as she thrust harder into it.
Kyle moved his hand to the other breast, gave it the same rough treatment he knew she loved. "And you used my tits to get out of the ticket?"
She nodded.
He gave her boob an easy slap. "Did you imagine more, little slut? Want him to handcuff you and push you over the hood of his car, fuck you right on the side of the road?" Another slap on the other tit.
A low moan ripped from her.
"Did you play with your puss when you pulled away?"
Her eyes fluttered closed. She swallowed hard.
"You did, didn't you? Horny little slut. Did you imagine him shoving you to your knees in the gravel, making you suck him off?" He eased the cane against the trunk, reached up and grabbed a handful of her long brown hair, then yanked her head back. "Pulling your hair while he fucked your face?"
Em keened her release. Kyle let go, braced himself on the trunk's lid while the wave washed over him. When it passed, he could stand straighter. Without the cane for extra support.
He picked it back up as Emily's breathing slowed. Turning the cane around, he glided the curved handle across her shoulder. Time for one of his own fantasies.
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