Spice Box: Sixteen Steamy Stories

by Raine Miller

His tongue stroked in and out and she inhaled at the fantastic tension. She loved the way her vaginal muscles contracted around his tongue. Loved the way Jim sucked on her clit. Pressure mounted and she exploded. Waves of pleasure wrenched through her. Feverish spasms wracked her making her body jerk wildly.

  She rocked her pussy onto his face, her slick heat slipping into his mouth. She sucked in ragged breaths as the pleasure spilled through her, carrying her away. When she finally stilled, she reluctantly unclasped her legs from around Jim’s head. He withdrew his tongue and lifted his head, licking his lips greedily.

  His face was flushed. A cocky smile tilted his lips.

  “Damn you taste good.”

  Sky’s heart burst with love.

  “Jim, I never knew it could be so…wonderful,” she whispered.

  His eyes darkened and sweet arousal once again sprang to life deep in her belly.

  His hands still cradled her ass and Sky suddenly realized she couldn’t get enough of sex with Jim.

  “More, please give me more,” she begged.

  Her eyes fixed on Jim’s massive cock. He appeared hard. He must ache terribly. Despite his discomfort, he’d taken care of her needs, instead of his. She needed to bring him relief. Bring both of them relief. Needed to bury him inside her.

  She made a grab for his cock but the handcuffs bit painfully into her wrists, reminding her where they were and what was happening. The denial of reaching out to him only increased her arousal.

  “You’re lucky I’m tied down or I’d return the favor and send you into convulsions,” she chuckled.

  “Promises, promises,” he whispered back.

  In the background, Preacher Loverboy cleared his throat and said rather quickly, “Do you Jim McBride, take Sky Kelley to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, until death do you part?”

  Jim gazed directly into Sky’s eyes. The dark sexy look shining in those brown depths made her heart pound harder.

  “I do,” he said in a strong, firm voice.

  Happiness crushed Sky and tears slid over her warm cheeks.

  “Sky Kelley,” The preacher continued. “Do you take Jim McBride to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, until death do you part?

  “I do,” Sky whispered.

  Jim smiled proudly. Pure love brewed in his eyes. Love, excitement and fiery passion.

  When Jim climbed into position between her legs, Sky shivered with eagerness. His swollen cockhead pressed teasingly into her opening and she held her breath with anticipation.

  She wished he’d just plunge into her and satisfy that deep ache inside her. But he couldn’t. Not yet. But soon.

  “The ring?” Loverboy asked.

  “Here,” Jim awkwardly pried the ring off his little finger.

  Sky couldn’t help but to giggle. Where had he gotten the ring on such short notice?

  “Place it on her finger.”

  Jim did as he was instructed. The ring fit perfectly.

  “By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may consummate the marriage.”

  “I love you.” Jim whispered and then with one violent thrust his large swollen cock thrust into her pussy.

  Sky cried out as virginal pain shot through her, but Jim’s mouth fused perfectly over hers cutting off the rest of her scream. Thankfully, the pain faded quickly into memory and his impalement stopped. His mouth moved over hers with an erotic sweetness that made her tremble.

  Suddenly, he sank deeper into her. His shaft was long and thick and he opened her pussy wide, stretching her vaginal muscles.

  God! He was huge. His erection was endless as he continued to fill her. Finally, she had taken all of him inside her and he stopped.

  “You like?” he asked as he broke his mouth from hers.

  Sky moaned in answer. She couldn’t have spoken if her life depended on it. His impalement was insanely wonderful as he pulsed inside her.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.

  He withdrew and drove back inside her hitting her most sensitive places, making her cry out in shameless abandon. His mouth covered hers, silencing her. His tongue plunged into her mouth in the same rhythm as his thrusts into her vagina. He continued this strategy and within seconds, the frantic climax built to a feverish pitch.

  He thrust harder. Fire zipped through her, destroying all sane thoughts. She smiled at the sound of his sexy grunts as he continued to thrust into her. She arched her hips, allowing him deeper penetration. She teetered on the brink. One last thrust from him was all she needed.

  And then she came.

  CHAPTER 7

  Sky exploded. A scream flew from her mouth as she shattered into splinters of pleasure and convulsed beneath him. The frantic euphoria took hold of her and carried her to the pleasure world.

  He pumped harder and harder. Faster and faster. Violent waves of pure pleasure jolted her as she writhed. He pumped into her like a fierce storm and she matched his every thrust. Ecstasy snowballed and she hung onto sweet agony for as long as she could. Soon her powerful climax softened into shudders.

  Jim continued to piston. She opened her eyes and watched the vulnerability lash his face as he concentrated on his thrusts. An determined smile tipped his lips. His eyes were scrunched tightly. He groaned and shuddered violently as he spilled inside her.

  Finally, he went limp, collapsing on top of her. She was satisfied from the lovemaking and buried her face into his warm neck. His pulse hammered against her cheek and a wonderful peace enveloped her.

  They were married.

  Only minutes ago, she had thought they might have a chance at getting back together and now here she was lying beneath the man she loved, his ring of love on her finger. She smiled into the heat of his neck and drifted off into a hazy world of love and wanting more sex. She must have drifted for a while for when she awoke, Jim wasn’t inside her anymore. He lay beside her, cuddling her in his strong arms. He’d removed her cuffs.

  “The preacher is gone. He left the marriage license on the table,” his warm breath caressed her face.

  “Everything’s going to be alright now, Sky. He can’t hurt us as long as we do as he says. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you and keep you from harm.”

  “I don’t care what he threatens us with. As long as we’re together we can withstand anything he throws our way.”

  He grinned. “Spoken like a true trooper.”

  Tingling tension zipped inside her as his gaze moved along her naked body. Within a second she was so needy for him, she thought she might explode.

  “Now we can start the honeymoon.” His velvety voice made cream warmly.

  “I love you so much. I’m sorry we fought.”

  “I’m sure there will be more fights. We’re both strong willed. But we’ll have some heavy making up sessions, I’m sure.”

  She reached out, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her.

  His mouth dominated hers as he clamped tightly over her lips. His tongue wasted no time invading her, plunging past her teeth. He warred with her tongue. His sharp jabs, insistent, sent a yearning clashing between her thighs. His scent overwhelmed her and made her swoon. Made her wonder if maybe she’d bitten off more than she could chew.

  The kiss continued. It was hard and long until it took all breath from her lungs. Finally, he ripped his mouth free and he anchored himself on his elbows. His chest heaved against her sensitive nipples, his muscled thighs cradled her and his rod, thick and heavy, was poised at the entrance of her vagina.

  He gazed down at her. His eyes were wild with desire. His full mouth red and plump from the kiss.

  “I’ve wanted you so bad for so long and now you’re mine,” he said.

  Heat rose in her cheeks. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

  In answer, he nipped violently at her bottom lip. She gasped in pain. Tasted her own blood. The
bite pulsed erotically.

  “You bastard.”

  His eyes glittered with amusement.

  “I could have fucked you on that desk at Sex Squad Headquarters. I could have slid my aching shaft into you. You were so ripe and ready. It would have been so easy.”

  She shivered at his honesty.

  “But I didn’t. That’s when I knew I wanted you in my life forever. I knew I could wait for you. I want to father your children. I want to fuck you every morning until we are so goddamn old we can’t do it anymore. That’s my vow to you, Sky. Every morning I’m going to fuck you. Hard. So hard you’re going to ache. So hard, you’re going to beg me for more. So much you’ll remember me wherever you go.”

  “Only every morning?” she teased.

  “Anytime I want. Morning, noon and night.”

  “What about when I want it?”

  He chuckled.

  “You’ll wear me out if I listen to your wants.”

  Before she could blink, his lips came crushing down on hers. Intense heat filled her mouth as his tongue plunged deep inside her. Deeper than he’d ever gone before. At the same time, he thrust into her, unleashing a pleasure so wild and so erotic, she had to close her eyes at its intensity.

  Instinctively, she lifted her legs and dug the heels of her feet into his muscular ass. The new position allowed him to penetrate deeper. His hardness was a wondrous torture. His length purely monstrous. His thickness, pulsed.

  He stopped the impalement and tore his mouth away. He stared down at her. His brown eyes glowed with pride.

  “You feel so good wrapped around me. I want to stay inside you forever.”

  She giggled as happiness flooded her.

  “If you do that we’ll never have those kids you want.”

  He lifted a hand and touched a long warm finger to her lips.

  “You’ve got a beautiful mouth, Sky. Lips I need to taste all the time. I can’t get enough of you. You tortured me so much, denying me access to you. There were times my water bill left me penniless from all those cold showers.”

  “With me around, you’ll be able to save money. We’ll take showers and baths together.”

  Jim inhaled a deep breath. His rod throbbed inside her. She wanted to gyrate. Wanted him to make love to her.

  “I really should punish you for making me wait so long, Sky. I should punish you real hard.”

  “Punish me?” Excitement slithered up her bare back.

  “My penis can bring you pleasure, if I want it to. I can also use it to punish.”

  Sky gasped as his shaft suddenly pulsated inside her. Her sensitive muscles contracted greedily around his thickness sending an array of pleasant sensations screaming into her womb.

  His rod stopped throbbing and her muscles relaxed.

  “You son of a bitch!” she gasped. Her pussy ached for more.

  “Did you like that?”

  “Give me your best shot.” She prodded, eager for him to do it again.

  The corners of his lips curled upwards. “You don’t scare easy do you?”

  “I don’t have time to be scared, not with your massive punishing tool pulsing inside me. Go ahead, let’s see what you’re made of.”

  He chuckled, and then nipped on her bottom lip again. With his tongue he laved the tender bite he’d inflicted earlier. Her flesh sizzled wherever he touched and she shivered. His face curled into the curve her neck and he kissed her there, a feather light kiss she loved. To her surprise, he unexpectedly nipped her hard. Pain sizzled through her neck. She tried to squirm away but his cock held her in place.

  “Son of a bitch,” she whispered again.

  He grinned and winked. “A birthday hickie for the birthday gal. Happy Birthday, Sky.”

  For crying out loud, she’d forgotten today was her birthday!

  He shifted the upper part of his body until his chest rested lightly against her nipples. And then his hands were there, covering both her breasts. His palms kneaded, grabbed and sweetly hurt.

  Sky shot him a look of surprise at his roughness. His eyes twinkled with enjoyment and he kissed her cheeks with silky caresses. It was a direct contrast to the way his hands groped her breasts and painfully tweaked her nipples.

  “You call this punishment?” she hissed, loving everything he was doing to her.

  He rolled his hips and his rod grew harder inside her. Her vaginal muscles quivered. He pulled at her nipples and caught her gasp with his warm mouth. Delightful sensations unfurled along her nerve endings as he kissed her. The vibrations grew, and spread. Flames licked her senses and she writhed beneath him.

  “That’s it, don’t fight it,” he whispered.

  He drew his hands from her breasts. His chest came down on top of hers. A hand slipped between her legs, and she jolted when he pressed a finger against her clit. His roughness made her pant. Made her moan.

  Tension zipped through her.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  “Please, what?”

  “Fuck me.”

  He didn’t say anything and his hand stilled.

  Sky moaned.

  No! Don’t stop!

  He didn’t move a muscle.

  She opened her eyes in time to see the heated expression flare in his eyes. His pulse trembled in his neck as he restrained himself from withdrawing and plunging into her again.

  “Please…”

  He raised his eyebrows as if surprised by her plea.

  “Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”

  “Yes! I can’t take it anymore.”

  It was all he needed to hear. He withdrew plunged right back into her again and teased all her most sensitive areas with his thickness. He rubbed her clit.

  He filled her. He fucked her.

  She exploded and convulsed. Pure pleasure seared through her crashing over her in a wondrous tidal wave of lust. She squeezed her eyes tighter. The orgasm shuttered through her and she cried out as ecstasy carried her away.

  ***

  Sky awoke to sunshine streaming in through the farmhouse windows. At first, she didn’t know where she was and then reality crashed over her in one wonderful breath sucking wave.

  Last night, Jim had married her! He’d made love to her at the same time as Loverboy watched. She stretched her legs and winced at the sweet soreness in her vagina. Pushing aside the sheets, she lifted her left arm and gazed at the gold wedding band.

  Warmth enveloped her. She was married to a man she loved with all her heart. A man who’d vowed to fuck her every morning.

  And it was morning…So? Where was he?

  “Jim!” she called out.

  No answer.

  The farmhouse was quiet. Deserted? Except for a strange tapping sound coming from somewhere. Sky climbed out of bed and searched for her clothes. They were gone again.

  Perhaps Jim was playing games and wanted her to go look for him? She could do that. And when she found him…

  She wrapped a sheet around her and tiptoed to the open doorway where she peeked out into the hallway.

  Silence. Where was her hubby? Where were all the students? And Loverboy and Carmella?

  She walked down the hallway and as she passed the bedrooms she peeked in through the open doorways. All the beds were neatly made. All the rooms were empty. The only sign that anyone had been here were the dozens of unlit candles placed throughout each room.

  Downstairs she found a red envelope taped to the inside of the front door.

  Dear Sky,

  Please find enclosed copies of the wire transfers of the $500,000 into your bank account and another $500,000 dollars into Jim’s personal bank account. Now that you are married you can combine your assets. You are both are millionaires. It is up to you if you consider this money as a wedding gift or a bribe.

  On the player in the living room you will find three tapes.

  One tape is of your trigasm escapade with Jim. One is of your wedding. One shows Jim finger fucking you at Sex Squad Headquarters. T
hese are not the only copies. After viewing them, I trust you will remain silent about the Sex Slave Courses.

  If you choose not to remain silent, you will not have the Chief’s blessing. It has already been added to your records that you were instructed not to engage in any sexual activity during this assignment. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. With those three tapes and the bribe, that’s four Sex Strikes against you.

  Should you break your silence the tapes and the bank receipts will be released to the Sex Squad High Commission. Rest assured the High Commission will ensure your silence. Compliments of me.

  Sky’s stomach dropped as if she were on an elevator. She’d believed in the Three Sex Strikes and Life policy that was enforced at work. Anyone breaking the Sex rules, one of which was no sex during work hours, had only three chances. When they had three strikes it was off to Sex State Prison for life. Life without sex. Life without Jim.

  Jim and she had enough strikes to put them away forever.

  She’d voted for the Three Sex Strikes and Life Policy herself. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she’d end up having the law used against her in such a way.

  Sky cursed softly. Could she trust Loverboy to not release those tapes? It would be in his best interest not to. If he did release them he’d be dragged into the fray. Attention was the last thing Loverboy wanted, especially since he was training Sex Slaves without the government’s permission.

  Sky nodded at that last thought. Yes, Loverboy would keep quiet. And so would they. No need to get too upset with all this trouble hanging like a guillotine over their heads.

  Unbidden came a vision of Jim. Of how he had made her scream last night. She could still remember the rough feel of his callused thumb as he’d frantically kneaded her clit. She remembered the way the round, smooth tip of his massive cock had thrust in and out of her without mercy. He had just about driven her crazy as she convulsed with the several orgasms he’d given her last night. She didn’t think she could have had so many.

  Obviously, Jim knew how to make love to a woman. And he’d show her so much more of what he was made of on their honeymoon, she was sure of that.

  She glanced out the front door’s small window. No cars or trucks were in the driveway. Loverboy and everyone else had fled.