Hearts Aflame Collection III: 4-Book Bundle

by Hart, Melissa F.

  “Good boy.” Jocelyn gave him a condescending pat on the head. Then she used the butcher scissors to slowly cut away all his clothing. As his flesh was gradually exposed, inch by inch, Jocelyn admired his muscular body. She caressed him with her fingers, massaged him with her hands, and kissed him with her lips. When at last she cut away his underwear and his most sensitive organ became exposed, she was delighted at the size of him.

  Ethan groaned loudly with pleasure as she made love to him with her mouth. She did things to him with her lips and tongue that he’d never felt before and the pleasure was so intense he feared he would explode.

  “Stop, I’m getting too hot,” he moaned and suddenly felt a painful smack on his thigh.

  “Naughty boy!” Jocelyn chastised angrily. She spanked him repeatedly with hard slaps on his thigh, making Ethan’s leg radiate with burning pain that blended with intense feelings of sexual pleasure. He’d never felt anything so incredible in all his life.

  Jocelyn’s own sexual excitement rose as she punished her slave. It made her nipples pucker and she felt moisture between her thighs as she made him groan with each slap of her palm. “I make the decisions! If I want you to orgasm, it is not your place to stop it. Now, I will not grant you my favors until you’ve earned the reward!”

  “I’m sorry,” Ethan apologized. Although he couldn’t see it, Jocelyn was smiling happily. She knew that this was the best part of the game and she was thrilled to have the chance to share it with Ethan. She knew that he would gain as much pleasure from it as she would. Still, the game required her to sound stern and so she made her voice sound angry.

  She cut off the plastic ties that bound Ethan’s wrists, removed the blindfold from his eyes and ordered him to kneel on his hands and knees on the kitchen floor.

  Ethan blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light and then rushed to do as he’d been told. As he knelt on the hard marble floor, he felt even more aroused. Curiosity over what would happen next blended with fear and sexual excitement over what punishments she might inflict on him. Ethan was so caught up in the emotions and thrills of the moment that he didn’t even realize that for the first time in years he wasn’t thinking about work or worrying about the company. He was utterly free and enjoying himself.

  “Remove my clothes, slave,” Jocelyn commanded forcefully.

  Piece by piece, Ethan peeled off Jocelyn’s clothes until she stood before him naked. He trembled with delight when she ordered him to lick, suck and caress her bare flesh, concentrating on her nipples and ending with the triangle of her sex.

  “Make me orgasm!” she commanded and Ethan eagerly complied, working furiously with his tongue until he was able to make Jocelyn scream out in pleasure. When she was finished, she stroked his cheek. “Good boy. You’ve earned your reward.”

  Ethan hoped that meant she would allow him to enter her most sacred folds, but instead she pleasured him with her hands and mouth. He was so aroused that his orgasm came quickly and powerfully. She massaged him with her finger at that secret spot where she knew a man felt the most pleasure when touched, just between the scrotum and anus, right at the moment before his orgasm. It made the pleasure of his orgasm so intense he feared he might pass out and nearly did.

  “Thank you, Mistress! That was incredible!” Ethan sighed gratefully as he slowly recovered from the powerful climax.

  Jocelyn smiled brightly, her eyes shining with merriment. “Good boy. Now go upstairs and go straight to bed. No work; just sleep. If you’re good, I’ll reward you again soon.”

  “When can we play this again? Tomorrow?” Ethan asked, sounding like a child begging for a new toy.

  Jocelyn grinned. “That’s for me to decide. Now go be a good boy!”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Ethan said submissively. He kissed Jocelyn goodbye and walked upstairs to his suite. He climbed right into bed and fell asleep within minutes.

  Chapter Four

  The next day at work, Ethan Richmond felt like a new man. He was alert, confident, calm, brilliant, and innovative. The changes in his personality were evident to everyone around him, especially Chester Colder, his Vice President of Product Promotion.

  “I don’t know what you had for breakfast today, but I want some!” Chester joked and gave Ethan a hardy pat on the back as they rode the elevator from the board room to his executive suite.

  “Just chalk it up to having an incredible chef,” Ethan said. His eyes glimmered with mischief, as he alone understood the hidden meaning of the seemingly innocent comment, but Chester wasn’t willing to be brushed off so easily.

  “Seriously, though; where did you come up with the idea for that new marketing strategy? This will blow our competition Lewis Inc out of the water! You didn’t steal this from anybody, did you?”

  “No. It’s really just because I finally got some rest and was able to think. Releasing my stress really did open my mind,” Ethan said with a laugh.

  All the rest of the day the two men worked side-by-side, working out the details of how to carry out the new marketing strategy. It was exhausting work, and Chester knew they’d be at it until the small hours of the morning.

  “I just told my assistant to order us in some dinner for tonight. She’ll make sure it’s delivered before she leaves for the night, along with an extra pot of coffee,” Chester said as he closed the window blinds on the setting sun to block out the blinding rays.

  “No need for that,” Ethan said casually as he logged off his computer and began to put files away into his briefcase. “We won’t be working late tonight. Tell her to cancel the order and you can both go home and enjoy an evening with your families for a change.”

  “What?” Chester was stunned and had to forcibly close his open jaw with his hand. “You always work late into the night. I figured tonight would be no exception, especially with all the planning we have to do for the new marketing campaign.”

  “Relax,” Ethan said, snapping shut his briefcase and putting on his jacket. “There will be plenty of time to work on this tomorrow during office hours. The evenings are for relaxing and rejuvenating your mind and body. I have to get home; my chef has something special waiting for me.”

  Indeed she did. When Ethan got home to Richmond Mansion, Jocelyn was waiting for him, wearing nothing but an apron and carrying a sturdy wire whisk. Their lovemaking that night was even more incredible than the night before and fulfilled her just as much as it did him. After that, they made a point of playing together as often as possible, at least several nights a week and of course every weekend.

  His time spent with Jocelyn gave Ethan a new outlook on what had once been a dreary existence. She released him from his burdens by taking him into a fantasy world where she was his Mistress and he was her adoring and devoted sex slave. It made her feel happy and content too, giving her an outlet for her creativity, passion, and inner fire. She didn’t have to pretend to be someone less than who she was with Ethan and could express her dominant personality freely. The game was good for them both and as they continued to play it, they both enjoyed it and each other more and more.

  When Ethan was naughty, Jocelyn punished him by spanking him with wooden spoons, whipping him with wire whisks, or torturing him by putting ice cubes against his nipples or throbbing member. Each new form of punishment brought them both to new heights of pleasure and made them yearn for more.

  When Ethan was good, the rewards Jocelyn gave him were even better than the playful punishments. She lavished him with the expert touch of her hands, fingers, lips and tongue, bringing him physical pleasures far beyond anything he’d ever thought possible. In return, he obeyed her every command eagerly and devoted himself whole-heartedly to satisfying her sexual needs. The sweetest satisfaction came when they climaxed together, each of them crying out in ecstasy. It was a relationship of mutual respect and enjoyment and they were both thriving in it.

  “I don’t know how I ever survived without you,” Ethan said to Jocelyn, as she cuddled against him one evening, sof
tly scratching her fingernails against his bare chest.

  “Good,” Jocelyn teased. “That means you’ll remain my devoted slave for as long as I want.”

  Ethan longed to wrap his arms around her and strained his wrists against the handcuffs that kept him bound to the headboard of his king-sized bed. Jocelyn gave his nipples a playful pinch to stop his squirming and he yelped at the sudden sharp pain. Then she kissed him on the lips, slow and long to ease away the pain.

  “Be a good boy and lie still” she said to him in an authoritative voice.

  “Yes, Mistress,” Ethan said submissively. He closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure as she stroked his manhood and brought him to hardness. Then he moaned aloud as she mounted him, inserting him deeply into her wet folds. She commanded him to stroke within her and he moved his hips obediently to the pace she demanded.

  “Good. Now suck my nipples,” Jocelyn insisted. She held her breast to his mouth and he eagerly complied. Her nipples hardened into nubs as he sucked them and the pace of their gyrations quickened.

  “I’m going to climax,” Ethan forewarned and Jocelyn withdrew herself from him before it was too late. She left him to cool off, leaving him helplessly bound to the bed. When she returned, she showed her captive that she was holding a bottle of cooking oil from the kitchen in one hand and a lit candle in the other.

  She straddled him at the waist and he groaned with pleasure to feel his manhood enter into her moist folds again, but this time she ordered him to lie perfectly still and he had to force himself not the thrust within her. Then she poured some of the cooking oil onto his chest and massaged it all over his muscular torso.

  “The oil will keep the wax from sticking to your skin, but this will still burn a little,” she warned. Lifting the candle high, Jocelyn let a small dribble of hot melted wax pour from the candle. As it fell the distance to his chest, it was able to cool slightly, but it still sizzled and burned when it came in contact with his skin.

  Ethan grit his teeth and a low grunt of pain escaped his lips, but it wasn’t as bad as he had feared. Still, the momentary flash of hot pain caused his muscles to involuntarily spasm and his hips bucked, forcing his member to thrust within Jocelyn. The feel of it was incredibly erotic and pleasurable to them both.

  Jocelyn repeated the action, gently and carefully pouring small dribbles of melted wax upon his torso and delighting in the physical reaction it caused. Soon, the activity had them both so aroused; she simply set the candle down on the nightstand and ordered Ethan to make love to her with unhindered passion.

  She released his wrists from the cuffs that bound him to the headboard and immediately he wrapped his arms around her and made love to her with all the fire he felt in his heart. She met him, thrust for thrust. She clung to him and they both cried out in delirious ecstasy as they climaxed together.

  When at last they had finished, they collapsed on top of the blankets together and simply held each other close.

  “I love you, Jocelyn,” Ethan said softly. They both knew it was the first time he had ever said those words to a woman.

  “I love you too,” Jocelyn confessed. She hadn’t thought it would have been possible to open her heart again after the last man had broken her heart. It’s why she enjoyed the emotional distance the sex game had given her, but there was something special about Ethan that had broken through her defenses and allowed her to love again.

  “Move in with me?” he asked, his eyes shimmering with hope and excitement. “Let me take care of you night and day. You’ll never have to cook or clean. You can have every luxury money can buy. Say you will.”

  Jocelyn shook her head sadly and Ethan felt his heart drop.

  “Why not? What use is it for me to have billions of dollars and be the head of a great corporation if I have to live alone all my life?”

  “I’m sorry, Ethan, but it’s just not me. I can’t move into your mansion and let you support me in exchange for sex. I’d feel like a whore.”

  “It’s not like that,” Ethan said. “I love you and respect you. I just want to be near you all the time.”

  “I know, but I value my independence too much. Let’s keep our relationship the way it is. I love visiting you several nights a week and on weekends, but I love being able to go home to my own apartment and know that I’m the one who made my life a success. I worked hard to become a chef and pay my own bills. I’m not going to throw that all away for some guy, even one as handsome, sexy, and wonderful as you. These past six weeks have been perfect; please don’t ask me to change things.”

  Ethan could see in her eyes how important it was to her, and he loved her enough to put his own wants aside. Perhaps over time she would change her mind, and he was willing to wait for her to feel right about it. After all, he loved her. He nodded in understanding, too choked up with emotion to speak. Jocelyn knew that Ethan was making a great sacrifice for her by not asking her to sacrifice for him, and it made her love him all the more.

  “How about a compromise?” Jocelyn suggested and Ethan instantly perked up. “Why don’t we take a vacation together? Rent someplace for a week and I’ll stay there with you. We can play house for five whole days and when the vacation is over I get to go back to my apartment and we go back to the way things are now.”

  Ethan was positively beaming with happiness at the idea. He kissed her hand and said playfully, “As you wish, Mistress.”

  Chapter Five

  “You can’t leave now!” Chester Colder shouted. All the secretaries looked up from their desks at the sound and the security guard posted by the elevator changed his stance to one of alert.

  Ethan signaled at the guard that everything was okay and gave a meaningful glare at the secretaries, causing them all to return to their work quickly. Ethan closed the door to Chester’s office and sat down in the chair across from his desk.

  “I’m only going to be gone for a week. You’ll be just fine,” Ethan said calmly.

  Chester still stood on the opposite side of the desk with his fists clenched and his face red. Forcing himself to regain his composure, Chester heaved a great sigh and sat down heavily in his padded chair. “How can you go on a vacation now, when we’ve just launched the new marketing strategy?” Chester asked with desperation. “A strategy you designed, I might add.”

  “That’s what makes this the perfect time,” Ethan said calmly. “We’ve all been working really hard on the marketing campaign. If it’s as big a success as I’m expecting, our business is going to double and we’ll all be working twice as hard. If I’m going to take a vacation, I’d better do it now.”

  “Ha!” Chester scoffed. “You haven’t been working hard; you’ve been hardly working! You’ve left the office early almost every night, and you never come in on weekends any more. It’s like you’re an entirely different person!”

  “I thank you for the compliment and urge you to follow my example. I’m not leaving earlier than the rest of the staff; I’m just not staying late and grinding myself to the bone anymore. You should follow my example and take more time for yourself too. It will do you a world of good. I’ve never felt more productive or fulfilled. I’m taking this vacation, Chester, and there’s nothing in this world that could keep me from it.”

  Ethan left Chester’s office with a spring in his step and headed straight for the airport, where Jocelyn was waiting for him, with her suitcase in her hand.

  “So, where’s my airline ticket?” Jocelyn held out her hand expectantly, but Ethan just chuckled softly.

  “You don’t need a ticket; we’re not flying on a commercial flight,” he explained. “We’re taking my private jet.”’

  “And where are we going?” Jocelyn asked, trying not to look impressed but failing.

  “I own a stretch of beach on a little island near here. There’s sandy beaches, tropical jungles, gorgeous waterfalls, and a little cabin built just for two. You’ll love it!”

  “You own your own tropical island?” Jocelyn couldn’t h
old back her surprise and excitement any longer.

  “Not the whole island, just a few hundred acres of one. I wanted it to be enough to keep all commercialism away so we felt like we were on our own private island together.”

  “Well, it sounds like you succeeded!” Jocelyn said with a huge smile.

  “Just wait till you actually see it!” Ethan guided her onto the private jet and the pilot took them across the ocean to the tiny island airport. From there, they took a helicopter to Ethan’s personal landing pad behind the cabin.

  “You call this a cabin built for two?” Jocelyn exclaimed. The massive ranch house was two stories tall, spacious and elegant. While porters carried their luggage inside and put it away for them, Ethan took Jocelyn on a tour of the estate, complete with a gourmet kitchen stocked just for her.

  “It’s positively breathtaking!” Jocelyn gasped.

  “I was thinking the same thing,” Ethan said, but he was looking deep into Jocelyn’s green eyes when he said it, and she knew he was talking about her and nothing else. He kissed her gently on the lips. “When can we play?”

  Jocelyn looked around for the servants and porters and Ethan explained that they had already been flown away by the helicopter pilot. “We’re completely alone, stranded on this island until the helicopter comes back for us five days from now.”

  “In that case, we can play right now.” Jocelyn grinned and Ethan felt his heart leap with joy and anticipation. She said sternly, “This is my private island and you are my slave who will attend to my every need. Strip for me! I want my slave to be naked!”

  “As you wish, Mistress,” Ethan said submissively, grinning widely. This was just the vacation he was hoping for, one that took him out of the world of business and into the fantasy world they had created together. Obediently, he removed his clothing, slowly and seductively.