Spice Box: Sixteen Steamy Stories

by Raine Miller

  When her orgasm subsided, she forced herself to focus on the quietness sinking into the farmhouse. Beside her bed, a cool breeze sifted through the slightly open window. The whispering wind caressed her hot cheeks and soothed her feverish body.

  An bird screeched somewhere in the distance. Leaves rustled and floating through the layers of natural noises, came an odd sound that didn’t quite fit.

  A creak. Like someone opening a door. Her breath caught in her lungs.

  Was it her door opening? Had Jim decided to join her? Adrenalin stabbed through her and she sat up in the bed. Along with the surge of excitement came a kaleidoscope of physical sensations. Her heart began to hammer. Her breasts felt larger, swollen, aching with anticipation. Her nipples tingled and throbbed at the same time.A powerful need to be touched crawled along her skin like wildfire. Her body hummed.

  Oh great, there was no doubt now, Jim had been right. She wouldn’t be here in a strange bed, masturbating, if she hadn’t been drugged. This was so not right. Not like her. Yet, she couldn’t stop the anticipation of craving sex from slowing.

  Shoot! She should have anticipated something like this happening. Saturna, with it’s Earthy atmosphere, was a pleasure planet and sex drugs were plentiful and normal here.

  She tensed as another creak ripped through the silence. And then another. It was followed by a low, drawn out moan.

  Oh great! Someone was having sex. Like was everybody on this planet drugged?

  Groaning her frustration, she climbed out of bed. In the darkness, she groped for her clothing. Instead of finding them, her hands touched the wood of the night table where she’d put them. She jolted. Where were her clothes?

  Cursing beneath her breath, she searched the area beside the night table and found nothing. She spied a lamp on the night table, and flicked the switch. Nothing happened.

  A man’s erotic groan drifted through the air making Sky’s heart pound harder. Was it Jim?

  She listened intently. More groans. She couldn’t be sure if it was him. She tiptoed to the door and to her surprise found a flimsy light colored, very short nightie hanging on a door hook.

  Her cheeks heated with embarrassment. While she’d been masturbating, someone had entered her locked room and taken her clothing, replacing them.

  Opening her door, she poked out her head and listened.

  The hallway was alive with moans, groans and squeaking bed springs. She envisioned Jim. He stood in front of her, his body tense with arousal. Muscles laced his nude body. Sky’s pulse skittered. Her legs trembled as he studied her nakedness. He held his thick erection in one hand, and with his other hand, he stroked his immense length.

  He smiled.

  She creamed.

  A strange banging sound ripped her from her erotic vision.

  She blew out a tense breath. She needed to focus on her assignment, not fantasize about Jim.

  The knocking sound continued. Was someone hitting on a door? Was someone locked in a room somewhere? Could it be an unwilling sex slave? Maybe the missing woman they were searching for?

  On shaking legs, she quickly slipped on the negligee and crept into the dark hallway.

  The banging sounds came from next door.

  She tiptoed down the hall where she was surprised to find the door open. Peeking inside, her heart fluttered at the sight. Candles flickered everywhere and the scent of vanilla wafted beneath her nose. She squinted through the semi-darkness toward the noise and froze.

  Oh-my-God.

  A dark haired man, naked, his back toward Sky, was thrusting madly into the woman named Loren. She sat on some sort of wood chair, her legs clasped tight around the man’s muscular hips, pressing kisses into his thick corded neck. With every powerful thrust, the back of the chair banged against the wall.

  Before the woman could see her, Sky stole back into the hallway.

  Did Loren know she was about to be sold to a mistress? Was the man fucking her some sort of going away present for herself?

  She stopped short as something niggled at the back of her mind. That man. He seemed familiar. Although she’d only seen him from the backside…hadn’t he looked a little like one of those “giggly boy” Sex Squad detectives Jim had scolded during briefing last week?

  Sky shook her head. No way. Couldn’t be him. The Chief had been adamant only two detectives would be filled in on this case.

  Aside from risking another look into the room, or entering and tapping the guy on his shoulder asking to look at his face, she decided it wasn’t him. She tiptoed further down the hallway.

  At the next open doorway, she halted. Her pulse began to pound violently at the sight. This one also glittered with scented candles. The aroma was different. This one smelled of roses. Romantic roses.

  Oh for heavens sakes, was she Alice in Wonderland and been dumped down the rabbit hole to enter a world or sex?

  In the room, on the bed, sat four very attractive young people, their legs crossed. Two were women. Two were men.

  She recognized the heart-shape faced woman with the auburn hair as Carmella. Loverboy’s partner.

  All four people were completely nude. And they were not at all embarrassed about being that way.

  Gosh, she envied him. Why couldn’t she be so bold with her nudity?

  “My turn,” Carmella laughed. She drew a card from the deck between them on the bed and read it. She smiled.

  “Position 32. Climb on top of your partner and impale yourself.”

  Sex card game.

  Carmella picked the cutest guy of the two. Grinning from ear to ear, the man stretched full length on the king sized bed. His penis stuck straight up in the air.

  She held her breath and watched as Carmella crouched over the man and lowered herself onto his long penis. The woman grimaced as he disappeared inside her. Her loud hiss made Sky exhale softly as she creamed.

  Unbelievable.

  She wondered why Loverboy hadn’t registered himself as a Sex Slave Trainer? Why was he avoiding paying his taxes? Could it simply be greed? Or maybe he was deceiving these young people? Perhaps he was telling them he could provide employment so they could be trained more easily? And then when they finished their training, he sold them into slavery and kept the money all to himself?

  Sounded like a pretty good motive for tax evasion. But could she prove it?

  Sky moved to the next door. It was open too. Didn’t anyone value his or her privacy around her?

  She peeked inside. The delicate scent of magnolias filled the air as scented candles flickered everywhere. This room was quiet. Movement in a far corner caught her attention and Sky’s mouth dropped open when she spotted two naked men standing in the corner.

  Both had their backs toward her. She couldn’t help notice one of the men had the curviest, sexiest ass cheeks she’d ever seen. She breathed hard when she realized it was Loverboy and the other man was Jim.

  CHAPTER 4

  The spoke to each other in low voices, but not low enough that she couldn’t make out what they were saying.

  “Tonight you’ll practice the trigasm on her.” Loverboy said to Jim.

  Trigasm? Sounded erotic.

  Jim nodded. “I’ve studied up on it.”

  “Carmella said you were a quick study. I’m sure you won’t disappoint your partner.”

  To her shock, both men suddenly turned around.

  “Ah, Sky,” Loverboy said. He didn’t seem surprised to see her.

  Jim, on the other hand, appeared angry. His mouth was set tight. His erection blossomed as he gazed daggers at her.

  “I’m glad to see you are eager to get into the swing of things,” Loverboy remarked.

  Sky tried hard to act natural. To act as if this wasn’t her first time standing in a sexy negligee in front of two men. She focused her mind on the four men and women she’d seen earlier sitting cross-legged on the bed. Focused on how casual they’d acted in the nude.

  Sweet mercy, as hard as she tried, she couldn’t kee
p her face from heating at Jim’s hungry stare.

  “There’s that virgin blush, again.” Loverboy cooed.

  Beside him, Jim stiffened and quickly came to her rescue. She shivered at his icy tone. “This must be my partner. The one you were talking about.”

  Loverboy nodded. “Go easy on her. She’s unsure whether she wants to become a sex slave. Give her a real good time, though.”

  “I intend on doing just that.” Jim’s gaze bored straight into hers until she averted her gaze.

  “I’ll be going.” Loverboy said. “I have a few more students to check on. I’ll pop in once in a while to see how things are going in here. If you’ll excuse me.”

  When Loverboy left the room, Sky stood paralyzed as Jim continued to study her without saying a word. She gazed back at him, studying the wonderful expanse of shoulders that flowed out to bulging muscles in his arms. Muscles also ridged his narrow belly and abdomen. Tufts of dark hair grew across his broad chest and arrowed down…

  Oh my!

  His cock was very…erect.

  A few more heartbeats of silence followed. Jim’s gaze snapped to a corner of the room and quickly back to her. Instantly she knew he was indicating they were being watched. Before she had the time to even experience embarrassment, Jim began to walk toward her. She couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off…it.

  The anticipation of actually have his cock impaling her made a low moan escape her lips. She took a deep breath, drawing the warm scented air into her lungs and tried to relax. Couldn’t.

  She tried to think. Couldn’t do that either. Gosh, Jim’s penis was so huge. Excitement coursed through her. It weakened her, urged her to reach out to him…

  No! She should stay away from him. But he looked so good without clothes.

  “If I hadn’t been here that bastard would be fucking you right now,” he said in such a low voice she could barely hear her as he brushed past her.

  “Any objections?” she teased.

  He swore softly beneath his breath and shut the door with a slam, then he whirled around to face her.

  “Why the hell are you walking around like this? You’re just begging for a man to fuck you, aren‘t you?” he whispered.

  “I thought you said I would be the one who couldn’t handle this?”

  He blinked at her as if she’d just slapped him.

  “I can handle it, if you can.” His voice had turned to a deadly calm. She didn’t miss the note of challenge. For a moment she wanted to warn him that he was right and she had been drugged, but before she could voice her concern, he spoke again.

  “Lay down on the bed. On your back. With your ass near the edge. Lift your knees up. Feet on the mattress. Spread your legs. You’re about to be taught a lesson.”

  “Another finger fucking?” she asked, her breath hitching in her throat.

  “How’d you know?”

  Sweet heavens, how far were they going to take this? They were supposed to be searching for the missing woman. But they were also supposed to participate in Loverboy’s world too, if necessary. In the way she craved a satisfying release, this lesson was necessary.

  Heat shot through her as she slowly lay on the bed and did as he’d instructed. When she lifted her knees up and spread her legs, he walked toward her.

  She swallowed at the hungry intensity in his brown eyes as his gaze caressed her body before settling on her pussy.

  “Tonight’s lesson is the trigasm,” he said thickly.

  Her breathing grew deeper, her breasts rose and fell in a sensuous rhythm. Her nipples had never felt so tight and achy. She wanted to tear the sheer cloth of the negligee from her body.

  She inhaled sharply as he came around the side of the bed. He reached out and grabbed a pillow. He ordered her to raise her head and he placed the cushion beneath her neck. Then he grabbed another pillow.

  “Lift your hips.”

  Her heart cracked against her chest as she did what he asked.

  A moment later, the soft support was seated in such a way as her hips were high and her ass and pussy bared to him.

  “Perfect,” he commented. She watched him move to a nearby bureau.

  “Now we just need some gloves.” He snapped on a pair of latex gloves and then he grabbed a tube.

  “Lots of lube required for this lesson.”

  Oh my!

  He walked to the foot of her bed and she hissed as his palms branded her inner thighs and he pried her trembling legs open wider for his inspection. His masculine aroma reached her nostrils, the intoxicating of soap and male scent sent her heartbeat soaring.

  “A trigasm can be achieved by vigorously massaging the three points of pleasure.” The anger was slowly leaving his voice replaced by a sensuous tone.

  “And what would those three be?” she whispered, obsessed with the need shining in his eyes.

  His right hand slid slowly along her inner thigh leaving a trail of tingling heat. His fingers parted her pussy lips and his eyes widened with appreciation as he studied her reaction.

  Sky held her breath with anticipation.

  When his thick thumb pushed against her clit, she inhaled a moan and shivered. He moved his thumb over her sensitive clit in small, slow torturous circles, making her ache and gasp and buck her hips.

  “Number one pleasure point is the clitoris,” he rumbled. His thumb moved sensuously. His full lips were tight with concentration.

  Her vaginal juices slurped as his fingers dipped inside her vagina and came out in a teasing promise of things to come. The creamy moistness between her thighs grew. His pace quickened. The pressure increased. Sky closed her eyes as the whirlwinds of pleasure ripped through her.

  Sweet torture.

  His thumb kept the pressure as it swirled against her clit. She cried out when a couple of his fingers slipped into her channel. About an inch inside, he pressed a finger along the wall of her vagina. Sky inhaled sharply at the gesture.

  “Number two is the g-spot.” Jim murmured. “It is the spongy area that can be felt through the front wall of the vagina.”

  “G-spot?” she gasped.

  “It exists. I’ll prove it to you.”

  The pressure of his fingers increased as he searched along her vaginal wall and his thumb continued to rub against her clit. She closed her eyes tighter, the tension in her mounted. Her fingers drew to her swollen breasts and she pinched her nipples.

  She tossed her head back into the fluffy pillow and allowed the sweet torture to rule her body.

  “The size and sensitivity of g-spots differ in women. In order to find it, I have to explore. Once I find it, I use the come-hither technique. It means I wave my finger,” Jim’s husky voice came from somewhere far away. His finger move slightly inside her, back and forth and Sky jerked as he touched a sensitive spot inside her vagina. She creamed really hard.

  “Here it is. The key is to keep you aroused. Keep the touch firm.”

  As promised, he increased the pressure on her g-spot. Heated wetness poured from her vagina. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. His movements against her clit were exquisite agony. One hand left her inner thigh and he reached for the tube he’d placed on the bed. He squeezed it, dabbed the lube onto his fingers and dropped the tube. The man was quite efficient with one hand, wasn’t he?

  He reached between her thighs and she bucked as a large lubed finger dipped inside her anal canal. The sensation was strange. Filling. Awesome pressure.

  Sky shuddered at the intimate gesture.

  “Third area for a trigasm is the anus.”

  Oh God! Her hips instinctively arched higher allowing him easier access to her. Liquid heat whipped along her vagina and she ached for him to mount her. To plunge into her. To quench this insane fire raging through her.

  “Clitoris. G Spot. Anus,” he whispered. His finger movements were now sensual and in perfect rhythm. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed release. Now!

  “Jim! Please!”

  “What?”

/>   “Fuck me!” she gasped.

  “I can’t do that, Sky. Remember? You wanted to remain a virgin until we’re married,” he whispered.

  Disappointment rippled along her excruciating sensations. She was going to go insane if he didn’t bring her relief.

  “Please,” she begged.

  His finger in her anus speared deeper. The fingers in her vagina withdrew and began to thrust hard.

  An orgasm was coming. She could feel it. She whimpered with excitement.

  “Faster! Oh God! Faster!” she urged.

  The fingers impaling her vagina and ass thrust firmer. Became more violent. More frantic.

  The pressure built to intolerable pleasure. Sky screamed. Hard and loud. She didn’t care who heard her. She didn’t care about anything except the incredible shudders wracking her as she convulsed and bucked into a wondrous pleasure land.

  ***

  Sky lay in front of him. Her breasts heaved sensuously as she breathed from the trigasm that had shaken her body. Her pussy was open and spasming, eager for him to enter. And boy did he want to enter. To bury his aching cock rod into her and take her to new heights. It’s what he’d wanted for so long and she was giving him permission.

  Yet, he couldn’t do it. Until now, she’d stuck to her principles. She’d wanted to remain a virgin until she got married.

  Shit! He wanted her so fucking bad his cock spasmed and jerked from the need. But it wasn’t fair to take her when she was so goddamn vulnerable and drugged. For his saintly efforts of restraint, he was experiencing the worst hard on he’d ever had in his entire life.

  When she opened her pretty blue eyes, his heart twisted at the love glittering for him. The trust and the need for release. Her want for more sex. The craving for his love. And he needed her in his life too. The realization made him curse softly.

  Slowly her eyes widened as her gaze lowered to his erection. That sweet pink tongue popped out of her wet mouth as she licked her bottom lip.