Spice Box: Sixteen Steamy Stories

by Raine Miller

  “I see you’ve found another student,” she said as she tucked her white box behind her back.

  Loverboy nodded. “Ladies, this is Sky. She’s going to try out some lessons and see if she’s interested.”

  “She’s not sure she wants to be a sex slave?” Carmella asked.

  “She’s pretty sure. It’s just she’s a virgin.” Loverboy said quickly.

  Sky didn’t miss the pissed off expression Carmella threw at him.

  “I see,” she said coldly.

  “Lessons start in an hour. Spread the word.” Loverboy stated firmly.

  Carmella stared at him for a long moment and Sky could see irritation flaring in her eyes, but she said nothing. Obviously, there was some discord between the two partners.

  The two women brushed past Sky and she noticed the diagrams on one of the white boxes they each held. Loverboy had just given them vibrators.

  When the two women slipped inside the farmhouse, he shifted the paper bag in his arms and grinned at her.

  “I’ve already got a mistress lined up for Loren. She saw Loren’s photo and fell in love with her. How about you? Do you prefer women over men?”

  Shit! What was the right answer?

  “Depends who pays more,” she answered carefully.

  “That’s what I like to hear. A woman who is open minded. You’ll go far in this business if you don’t limit your possibilities.”

  Sky forced herself to return his smile. He waved his hand in a sweeping gesture toward the building.

  “After you,” he said.

  Sky swallowed nervously as she passed him and the full paper bag he clutched in his hands.

  Vibrators! Were they the same kind she used? A delicious seven-inch long dong, one inch wide with the utmost in satisfying power.

  Unbidden came a fantasy of Jim lying naked on a bed. Tangled sheets wrapped around his muscular thighs as he kneeled on a bed between her widespread thighs. A tempting glimpse of dark curly hair and a sizeable penis hung from him. Hooded dark eyes seared into hers as he thrust the vibrator into her pussy.

  “Seems like the crew has already turned in to prepare,” Loverboy commented.

  “Prepare?” Sky asked as they entered the farmhouse.

  “For their lessons.”

  Right. Should she ask him questions about the lessons? Or would she appear too curious?

  “Don’t worry, Sky. I’ll introduce you to the lessons slowly. See if you like it. Then I’ll give you more details about the job.”

  Oh dear. How in the world was she going to be able to go through with this? Or maybe the question would be, how far was she willing to go to get this guy?

  “Ah, there is the new recruit.” Loverboy cooed as he peered up the steep staircase.

  Sky followed his gaze and her mouth went dry with shock as she caught sight of a man standing in the shadows at the top of the stairs. Although she couldn’t see his face, she recognized his well-built physique. Slim hips, the lean torso, wide shoulders, and those lethal long fingers.

  Oh-my-God!

  Jim!

  CHAPTER 3

  “Would you like something to eat? Or drink?” Loverboy broke into her thoughts.

  Her heart pounded insanely in her ears and she realized she’d been holding her breath.

  “No thanks…I’m tired. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to lie down for awhile. I must have drunk too many tequilas.”

  The sooner she ditched Loverboy, the sooner Jim and she could look around and hopefully find something about the missing woman.

  “Jim!” Loverboy called up the stairs. “Would you mind showing Sky to her room? It’s the last one on the end of the hall. Right side.”

  “Sure. Come on up, Sky.”

  Sky shivered at the sound of Jim’s husky voice curling out of the shadows. She was about to start up the stairs when Loverboy asked her to stay a moment.

  “Here, this one is for you,” he said as he reached into the bag and produced a white box for her.

  Her very own vibrator. How quaint. Asshole.

  “Thank you. I’m sure this will come in very handy,” she said quickly, hiding her annoyance.

  “Your welcome, Sky.”

  She watched him stroll through a nearby doorway and disappear. A moment later she heard the excited squeal of females.

  What was he? A sex magnate?

  Screw Loverboy. She had her own hottie to deal with. Jim was her backup. Why the Chief had eluded to tell her, was a mystery but she was glad he was here. A sweet hum whipped through her at Jim’s hot stare as she ascended the stairs toward him. When she neared the top, she noticed he had a new look too. His medium length brown hair had been cut shorter and was now brushed and greased back off his face giving him a bad boy mafia appearance. He wore a black short-sleeved t-shirt, which showed off his powerful muscles. And his jeans being so tight, she easily saw the large bulge between his thighs.

  He stood right there in front of her, barring her way with his muscular body. The intense way he gazed at her made her remember her new look as well and the revealing clothes she wore. She’d never seen him gazing at her like this before. It was a possessive stare. A wildly erotic glare. She liked how it made her feel. Feverish and needy and excessively feminine.

  His intoxicating male scent swarmed over her, making a deep intimate part of her spark to life. Desire to curl her arms around his neck whipped through her. She craved to kiss away the leashed anger emanating from his magnificent body. She wanted to tell him she was sorry that they fought. But she kept her mouth shut. They had better things to do at the moment.

  “You like what you see?” His voice was dangerously calm and low and it made her gaze snap back to those gorgeous brown eyes that oozed naked desire.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were the backup?” she whispered.

  “Didn’t have the time.”

  His gaze hungrily traveled to her sheer blouse. Then he spoke louder. “You’re room is this way, ma’am.”

  She followed him down the long hallway and watched his nice looking butt cheeks shift against those tight jeans as he walked. Her vagina quivered when she envisioned herself cupping his bare ass as he pressed his hot penis into her.

  She inhaled softly, trying to still the rapid beat of her heart. She’d better control herself and keep her mind on her job.

  At the end of the hall, Jim stopped, opened a door and flicked on a light.

  Sky inhaled at the beauty of the cozy room. Virgin white cutwork linens adorned large windows. Huge pillows edged in scalloped lace lay on the white bed comforter. The bed itself was made of knotty pine with an unusual headboard shaped like a wagon wheel.

  Sky walked over to it and ran her fingers over the intricate design on the sturdy spindles.

  “It’s beautiful. So rustic and romantic.”

  “A room fit for a princess. And every beautiful princess should have one of those boxes.” Jim indicated the white box she held in her hand. Sky’s heart picked up speed as warmth once again flushed her face.

  He grinned and his sexy smile made her heart do a little double flip. Then, he pressed his fingers to his lips in warning and she fell silent. Something was up.

  Listening devices, he mouthed the words.

  She nodded her understanding.

  “Thanks for showing me to my room. Um, perhaps we can see each other during the lessons tonight?” she teased.

  “Looking forward to it ma’am.”

  He strolled across the floor, opened the door, peeked out to see if anyone was there and then closed the door with enough noise to indicate he’d left her alone. He came back, took the box from her hand, tossed it onto the bed, and then he grabbed her by her elbow and led her into the bathroom.

  Closing the door quietly, he turned on the water taps. She dumped her purse on the bathroom counter and followed Jim’s gaze as he scanned the bathroom for listening devices or other monitoring systems. When they found nothing, he switched on the bathroom fan as a
precaution. Then he turned to her. His clean scent wrapped around her making her want to touch him, but she forced herself to keep her arms to her sides.

  “I searched a couple of the bedrooms and found listening devices,” he said.

  “Obviously Loverboy and Carmella don’t trust too easily,” she noted. “In their line of alleged illegal activities, I wouldn’t either, which makes me wonder why he brought me here without checking me out. And exactly how long have you been here?” she asked.

  “Long enough to have not seen Sally Green.”

  Sky shook her head. “I still can’t believe she’s the missing woman.”

  “Daughter of our own Chief, who the hell knew. No wonder he wanted to keep her identity under wraps.”

  “She is a beautiful young woman. I’m not surprised Loverboy targeted her.” Sky said as she remembered the photograph the Chief had given her of his daughter. Loverboy would have pounced on a gorgeous woman like Sally. Voluptuous curves and a seductive smile that screamed fuck me now.

  “You did a good job getting Loverboy’s attention, Sky, but can you handle what’s coming next?”

  “What’s the matter? You can’t deal with a little bit of sex?” she teased.

  He bristled visibly at her remark.

  “That’s an odd comment coming from you, Sky.”

  Ouch.

  “Seems like you’re already into this sex game,” he continued. “The way you were practically sitting in Loverboy’s lap when you two drove up in the truck, I could see the sparks shooting out the windows. If there was a gas leak around here, we would have all been blown to kingdom come.”

  “We were just getting acquainted. Like you were doing with that Loren woman’s tongue.”

  He arched a dark eyebrow at her.

  “You heard about that, did you? Any objections?”

  “Why should I care? You’re a free agent again. Just like I am.”

  Sizzling tension whipped through the air between them putting her senses on full alert.

  “Do you still want to go through with this assignment? Even if it means you might lose your virginity before you leave this farmhouse.”

  “Is that a promise?” she asked.

  His eyes darkened and its intensity startled her.

  “Is that an invitation?” he asked.

  “What do you think?”

  “Don’t toy with me, Sky. You may not like the results.”

  “You don’t scare me, big guy.”

  A shiver of excitement rippled through her when she read the intent in his eyes. The son of a bitch was going to kiss her. Before she could protest, not that she wanted to, his hands roughly cupped her face and he lowered his head toward hers. His warm mouth sealed over hers in a hard possessive way. A little too hard. A little too firm. A little too perfect.

  No more mister nice guy. He was a man who knew what he wanted and the confident way he was kissing her, he wanted her.

  She moaned softly, giving into the headiness of his mouth sliding over hers. Her arms slipped around his neck and her fingers feathered into his soft hair.

  His kiss intensified, making her feel punch drunk. Need for him made her breath catch. Made her pulse quicken. She parted her lips allowing him access to her mouth. When he came in, the provocative heat of his tongue slammed against hers. She moaned shamelessly at the deep pleasure of their tongues touching.

  His trembling hands unbuttoned her blouse while he kept his hot mouth expertly moving over hers, distracting her from wanting to stop him. She savored the sexy flavor of his full lips and she loved the coiled need unwrapping deep inside her pussy.

  He tugged her blouse over her shoulders, allowing it to slip off. Cool air breathed over her bare breasts, making her nipples stab into the air. She arched as his hot hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs gently caressing her stiff nipples until they were aching with need. The intimate gesture set her pussy on fire and she wanted him to touch her down there. Like the first time he’d done it with his fingers.

  In desperation, she slid her hands from his neck and splayed her palms against his warm chest. His muscles quivered beneath her fingertips as she traced a line downward, brushing her fingertips over the hard muscles of his flat stomach. After following the silky path of curly hair that led to the belt line of his tight pants, she struggled to unfasten the button and sighed into his hot mouth at the crisp sound as she lowered his zipper.

  In a few seconds, she would guide him inside her pussy. Oddly enough, where the idea had once frightened her, it now excited her.

  “I think Loverboy put something in your drink,” Jim whispered as he broke the kiss for a moment and then fused his mouth over hers again.

  Something in her drink?

  Shouldn’t she be…alarmed at that suggestion? She wasn’t though. She enjoyed the sharp friction of his chin stubble rasping against her trembling lips. Loved the heat zipping through her body as she pressed herself against him.

  On a groan, he broke the kiss and pushed her against the countertop. Dropping his hands from her breasts, he gazed upon them.

  “You look damn good, Sky. Damn good.” His voice was thick with arousal. A faint smile lifted his lips. “Now I wonder if you taste as good as you look.”

  She blinked in surprise as his head lowered. His hot tongue shot out and licked her right nipple. The warmth of his rough tongue against her tight flesh startled her. Without warning, he popped her nipple into his moist mouth. Rays of pleasure zipped through her breast making her shiver.

  His hand clamped over her other breast. He kneaded her roughly, and suckled her nipple. His mouth was warm and wet. His tongue constantly jabbed at her tender tip, sending sexually charged messages to parts south.

  His zipper forgotten, Sky reached up and smoothed her hands over his shoulders, enjoying the cords of muscles there, before cupping the back of his head and pulling his face into her swollen breast. This time she couldn’t stifle her cry as his teeth sharply nipped her nipple.

  Something untamed and delicious whipped through her, leaving her self-control in ruins and anxious for him to take this even farther.

  “Fuck me, Jim. Please fuck me,” she gasped.

  Her words made his mouth still on her nipple. Then he pulled away.

  He stared at her with eyes dark with desire. His pupils flared with need and his breath was raspy and hard.

  His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I want to fuck you so bad right now it hurts. But how do I know you’re ready for me? How do I know you won’t say no? How do I know he didn’t put something in your drink?”

  “How do you know I had something to drink?” she asked, quite ready to deny she’d been drugged.

  “I can taste it and I can smell it on your breath.”

  Shoot.

  Desperation made her shameless.

  “I want you, Jim. More now than ever.”

  His eyes widened at her answer and she fought to inhale air as the familiar shade of hurt shone in his eyes.

  He didn’t believe her. He thought she was teasing him?

  Sky reached out to him but he backed away. His hands were held up in defensive gesture as if to ward her off.

  “You’ve been drugged, Sky.”

  She shook her head. “No, I want you.”

  “Stay in your room until it wears off. Fake being sick if you have to.”

  Like hell.

  “Jim¬…”

  “I’ve got to go. They’re expecting me.”

  Turning away, he quickly slipped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

  Dammit!

  Sky stomped her foot as frustration whirled through her. Was Jim right? Had the bartender slipped something into her drink making her feel hot and bothered? Gazing into the bathroom mirror, she frowned. Her bare breasts were swollen, her nipples red and taut. Her lips were red and full from his kisses.

  She looked pathetic. She looked like a woman who wanted to be fucked, yet devastated because of rejection by her
one true love. She’d offered herself to Jim and he’d walked away.

  Son of a bitch.

  Sky shook her head. She had no one to blame but herself. The next time she saw him, she’d make sure he understood she wanted him. Drugs or no drugs, the next time she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

  She should take a long cold shower. That would fix the problem of her wanting sex with Jim. Or maybe it wouldn’t.

  Visions continued to swirl inside her mind. Of Jim stepping into the shower to join her. Water sluicing off his naked body. Muscles rippling in his arms as he reached out and cupped her swollen breasts in his big hands. Her, reaching down and grabbing his hot rigid shaft…

  Her vagina clenched in response and Sky moaned. The sultry sound ripped her back to reality.

  Okay, she’d better skip the shower.

  Turning off the taps and the bathroom fan, she then grabbed her blouse. Frustrated, she left the bathroom. Through the dimness that enveloped her room, she noticed the slim white package containing the vibrator where Jim had tossed it earlier.

  She licked her lower lip. She was too wound up to be any good right now. Her skin felt too hot and too electrified. Jim was right. Something had been put into one of her drinks.

  She needed to take care of business, so she could clear her head. Within moments, she’d locked the door to her room. After unwrapping the toy, she then cleaned it in the bathroom, grateful an energy packet had been included. After she slid off her shoes and her tight skirt, she slipped between the sheets and flicked on the machine.

  The low hum from the vibe was music to her ears. She smiled and closed her eyes. All she needed to do was…

  She gasped as the vibrator pushed past her puffy pussy lips and rubbed her ultra-sensitive clit. Damn that feels so good. She moaned quietly as she rubbed the round head of the quivering machine in circular motions around her clit. Shivers of pleasure trembled within her. Without hesitating, she slid the huge vibrator away and with two fingers from her other hand, rubbed them against her clit where the machine had just been. As she massaged, she inserted the vibrator into her wet vagina and gasped as her pussy muscles clenched around the intrusion.

  Keeping up the strokes to her clit with her fingers, she slowly, erotically slid the vibrator out. Breathing hard, she thrust the vibrator in again and began using long and powerful strokes as she imagined Jim fucking her. Just the thought of Jim making love to her, had her coming. Erotic spasms crashed into her. She shuddered at the intensity, and cried out shamelessly as she rode the pleasure waves, while bucking into the carnal convulsions.