SPELLBOUND: An Anthology of Erotically Retold Fairy Tales

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  “—Planned for a long time,” she finished. “What wasn’t part of the plan was the rain, but it worked to my advantage.” She ran her hands to Hayver’s ass and caressed him. “Magic-wielding is a good thing, Pretty Boy. Your decisions were actually mine.”

  Hayver was on fire with lust: His cock throbbed; his balls tightened. Michelle’s perfume spiraled around him, weaving its way into his libido. The lush curves of her body were an invitation he knew he wouldn’t decline. He wanted her so bad he could taste it.

  “This is like a fairy tale,” he said, glancing around. “With magic and dragons and secret caves.” He wished he could put distance between them so he could think straight. Idly, he wondered if it wasn’t some kind of pheromones instead of perfume that were causing his body to react so rigidly to her.

  “Fairy tale?” Yes, I suppose it is.” She brought one hand from under Hayver’s arm to insinuate it between them, sliding the palm down over the steely hardness at his crotch. She cupped him through the slacks, her fingers molding around the thickness. “It’s a bit like ‘Beauty and the Beast,’ don’t you think?” She smiled. “With you being my beautiful little stud.”

  Michelle’s hand drove Hayver mad as she stroked him up and down. His shaft wept for want of her silky sheath. He groaned as she squeezed him.

  “Still don’t want me to eat you?” she asked in a breathy voice.

  Hayver jerked her to him, ran a hand to the back of her head, slanted his mouth over hers, and took her lips like a starving man. He thrust his tongue deep into Michelle’s mouth, lustful heat taking him over completely as he ground against her. She moaned.

  Dragging his mouth from hers, Hayver grabbed a firm handful of her hair to pull her head back so he could drop his lips to the hollow of her throat.

  “Yes,” she groaned. “Yes, my beautiful man!”

  Hayver pivoted, swinging Michelle around to thrust her against the stone wall. His hands went from her shoulders to the bodice of the copper sequined gown. Snagging his fingers in the deep V, he tore it from her breasts to cover them with his palms.

  “My beast,” he acknowledged her with a growl. He fanned his thumbs over the stiffening peaks, and rubbed his cock against her belly. Hayver insinuated a thigh between her legs.

  “Ride me,” she whispered urgently. “I want to feel you bucking against me.”

  He needed no urging to rip the gown from Michelle’s shoulders, tug it over her curving hips, and let it pool at her feet. Save for the garter belt, black silk hose and the spike heels, she was bare to him. His hot gaze raked over her.

  Forcing her legs further apart with his knee, Hayver lowered his hand to cup Michelle’s satiny warmth, sliding his palm back and forth between her legs, dipping a rigid finger into her wet opening. He swept his thumb over her clit until it was hard.

  “Hayver,” she purred, arching her hips in invitation. She gasped when he stepped back. “No!” she protested.

  “I’m not through with you,” Hayver ground out between clenched teeth as he kicked off his remaining shoe. He rent the wet shirt from his chest, shrugged it down his shoulders and plucking at his belt. He shoved the slacks from his long legs and kicked them aside.

  “Commando,” she said, licking her lips. “Just the way I like a handsome man to undress.” She reached for him but he eluded her grasp.

  Hayver tilted his head down, and he looked at Michelle through the fringe of his long, dark eyelashes. “You said you can wield magic?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said, beginning to tremble.

  “Then make us a soft pallet.” He pointed to the cave floor. “Right over there. A soft pallet covered with thick fur pelts.”

  Michelle’s verdant gaze widened. She waved an elegant hand. The pallet appeared.

  Hayver snaked out an arm and grabbed her hand, pulled her to him, and twisted his body as he took them to the makeshift bed.

  “You ride me,” he said, opening his legs wide. Her body dropped between the spread of his thighs. “You ride me hard, little beastess.”

  Michelle straddled him, sliding her warm, moist slit across the jutting steel of his erection as she knelt above him. His cock grazed her opening, flexed with need. Eyes fused with his, she lowered her body and impaled her tight, hot cunt upon his cock.

  Hayver’s hands slapped down on her hips to rock her on him as he thrust upward, driving deeper into her sheath—filling her, stretching her. Hayver’s eyes feasted on Michelle’s swaying breasts as she levered her channel up and down his slick shaft. He slid a hand to one breast to pluck at the nipple, pinch it, and mold her breast in his palm.

  “Hayver!” she cried out.

  Her cunt rippled around him, tight little squeezes that grabbed his cock and coated it with her juices. Before the last undulating compression ended, he bucked, turned her over, and captured her beneath him.

  “My turn,” he said and drove into her with hard, deep, powerful strokes that had her tossing her head from side to side on the soft furs. With every potent lunge of his straining cock Michelle cried out until at last the jet of Hayver’s cum shot hot and thick into her. He slammed into her one last time, draining his shaft, milking it of the last hot spurt, then collapsed on top of her, his mouth going to her breast to draw the nipple deep into his mouth.

  “Yes,” she said, stroking his wet hair. “Suckle me, my beauty. Take all there is of me.”

  Hayver shuddered as the last ounce of strength ebbed away. Lowering his cheek to her breast, he strove to get his racing heart under control. He felt a sharp sting and jerked, lifting his head in surprise. He looked down at his shoulder where she bit him. Blood oozed around the puncture wound, a drop sliding down his flesh.

  “Why did you do that?” he asked.

  As he stared into her glittering eyes, darkness flowed at the periphery of his vision. A great lassitude came over Hayver and though he fought it, the darkness crept steadily over him. The last thing he remembered was her husky voice.

  “I marked you as mine,” she said. “Now, I can find you wherever you go.”

  * * * *

  Hayver sat up with a gasp, staring wide-eyed at the tractor that lumbered past his car. The farmer sitting in the tall seat gave him a one-fingered salute as he passed.

  “What the hell?” Hayver exclaimed.

  Looking around him, the leaves of the soybeans plants sparkled in the early morning sun. Redwing blackbirds flitted along a fencepost as a long hawk made lazy circles in the bright azure of the sky.

  “A dream,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his face. “That was one hell of a dream!”

  He reached for the key in the ignition, turned it, and the sports car roared to life.

  “That’s what it was. Just a dream.”

  It wasn’t until Hayver twisted in the seat to make sure no one was barreling up behind him before he pulled onto the road that he felt the pain in his shoulder. Pushing back his shirt, he sucked in his breath. There were two punctures piercing his flesh.

  How Red Tamed Her Wolf

  By Holly East

  “Honestly, Ruby,” Victoria sighed in her ear, “Alex Wolf may be madly in love with you, but he takes you for granted. This is the second time this month he has broken a date with you. You make it too easy for him. That’s why the two of you have been going together for more than a year, and he has barely mentioned the word ‘marriage.’”

  “It’s your husband he is going with,” Ruby retorted. She had been looking for sympathy, but her best friend seemed to blame her for the way things were going in the relationship. “He’s the one who invited Alex to the hockey game. Of course Alex would go with him! You know how much he loves hockey. And aren’t you being left alone as well?”

  “Believe me, Hunter will pay for that invitation. But it’s not the same thing. He knew I was having dinner with my sister tonight. Alex never mentioned to him that you two had plans.”

  Ruby tried again. “But Alex does love me, Tori. You said yourself you can see it i
n his eyes every time he looks at me.”

  “Yes, he loves you, but he doesn’t take you seriously. He even calls you ‘Little Red’ as though you were a kid.”

  “That’s because I am only five feet tall. It doesn’t mean anything.”

  “Who are you fooling? You know you hate it, but you never tell him. You’re a pushover. Men like going after a prize. They don’t value something—or someone—that just falls into their laps. Your Wolf needs a lesson.” Tori gasped. “Lord, I am running so late for this dinner. I will email you a few Web sites to check out. Don’t blush too hard. It doesn’t go with your red hair. Then we are going to have a girl’s night because we have plans to make.

  “Plans? About what?”

  “Look at the Web sites first.”

  The next night Ruby stepped out of the shower and slipped on her robe, still thinking about what she had seen on the Internet. She had never guessed those places existed. She was startled out of her musings when the door to her apartment slammed shut. “Alex?” she called.

  “Who else would it be? I thought I’d surprise you. Make up for breaking our date last night.” Alex wrapped his arms around her and drew Ruby into a deep kiss.

  When she got her breath back, Ruby sighed. “Why didn’t you call to let me know you were coming? What if I had been out?” She struggled to keep the exasperation out of her voice, and then smiled as his amber eyes raked her body in obvious appreciation.

  “I told you I wanted to surprise you, Little Red.” Ruby winced at the nickname. “And I knew you would be home,” Alex continued. “You only go out with Tori, and Hunter mentioned they had plans tonight. Said something about being tied up. “

  Ruby froze, thinking of he Websites she visited and her conversation with Tori; then Ruby’s mind turned to mush as Alex parted her robe and drew her closer. His hands cupped her breasts while his thumbs flicked her nipples. As they stiffened instantly into tight pebbles, she gloried in seeing his eyes grow hot.

  “That’s my Little Red,” he said, “always ready for me.”

  “I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” Ruby decided it was time to let him know.

  “But you are my Little Red. When I touch you like this,” one hand skimmed down to brush her curls, “your skin takes on a rosy glow that makes me want to kiss you everywhere.”

  Ruby arched her body closer to Alex and moaned as he slipped two fingers into her wet slit. “Tell me what you want,” he growled, his fingers sliding in and out with excruciating slowness.

  She moaned, unable to form words. His free hand went to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer to him. He nipped her lips and licked the sting away. Ruby instinctively opened her mouth and his tongue plunged inside, mimicking the action of his fingers. Her pussy muscles clenched in an effort to hold Alex tighter. Ruby’s hips rocked in an attempt to increase the speed.

  “You still haven’t told me what you want,” he murmured into her ear, licking the inside.

  “Alex!”

  “Do you want me to stop?” he taunted her, knowing exactly what she craved.

  “No,” she panted, urgently swiveling her hips.

  “If you don’t tell me, I will have to stop.”

  “No, don’t. Don’t stop. Alex.” Her breath came in short bursts.

  “Tell me now.”

  “Do more, faster!” she cried.

  “Do what faster?”

  “Fu, fuck me with your fingers.” Ruby’s face flamed. She loved submitting to his will, but sometimes she wished Alex wasn’t always in control.

  He complied, letting her ride his fingers until her release left her boneless, sagging against him. He took her hand and rubbed it against his shaft. “Come on, Little Red. It’s time to let my cock come out and play.”

  Ruby slid the zipper down and freed him from the tight confines of his jeans. She was excited to realize he had no underwear on. Knowing what he liked, she traced her fingers up and down his shaft, gripping it at the base and then sliding her hand upward to the knob that had turned a deep red. She slipped her left hand under Alex’s balls and cupped them while her right hand increased its speed.

  With his arms around her, Alex backed up to the couch. Ruby slid his jeans down and kneeled at his feet. She licked the wet tip and swirled her tongue around it, fully exploring the underside and nipping lightly at the stiff ridge. Hearing his panting, she placed the knob against her lips and sucked in hard, going all the way down to the base. Alex’s hands fisted into her hair and he moved her head up and down, driving his cock deeper until he exploded inside her. Ruby swallowed his cum, enjoying the hot salty taste, and licked him clean.

  “You are amazing,” Alex said. He pulled his jeans all the way off, picked Ruby up, and took her into the bedroom.

  * * * *

  Ruby waked to the sound of her alarm. She automatically hit snooze and rolled over to cuddle with Alex, only to find the bed still warm with a note on the pillow.

  Didn’t want to wake you. Call you later. You look beautiful when you sleep. I love you. A. Wolf

  Although she wished he had stayed long enough to start the day with her, Ruby giggled at his signature. He used it whenever he wanted to let her know she brought out the animal in him. She blushed, remembering the things they had done; and then worried she wasn’t exciting enough to keep Alex in her bed until the morning.

  As the day progressed, Ruby checked her watch every hour or so, wondering when Alex would call. She had to force herself to return to the Web page she was designing for her latest client. Twice she thought about phoning Alex, but he got annoyed when she interrupted him.

  Ruby’s conversation with Tori played out again in her mind. Even my job makes things easy for Alex, she thought. She was her own boss, and her hours were flexible. When he couldn’t see her, she used the time to get more work done. If he suddenly wanted to go out, she was able to put a project on hold. But isn’t it good to be there for the person you love? Alex had a high-stress career as a corporate lawyer. He didn’t need their relationship to add to it.

  When 5:30 came without a call, Ruby chalked it up his busy day. He was supposed to pick her up in at 6:30 for a dinner at a local Italian place, so Ruby dressed simply in tight jeans and a purple rib sweater that showed off her trim form. It was 7 p.m. when Alex finally knocked on the door, his arms filled with Chinese takeout. “Sorry, I couldn’t reach my key,” he explained giving Ruby a quick kiss on her lips.

  “Aren’t we going to La Cucina Italiana?”

  “Not tonight. It would take too long.”

  “Too long for what?” Ruby wondered what part of the conversation she had missed.

  Alex unloaded the cartons onto the kitchen table. “There’s a big game on tonight. I invited a couple of guys from the office to join me. The plasma screen you have is perfect. I’m glad I recommended you buy it. Let’s eat. They‘ll be here in about half an hour.

  “Why didn’t you call and tell me? Ruby tried hard not sound petulant while taking out plates and utensils.

  “Come on, Little Red,” Alex cajoled. “Don’t go all whiney on me. You can get lots of work done while we watch. Look I brought your favorite—steamed dumplings—even though I like them better fried.”

  “Thanks,” Ruby responded automatically before realizing he hadn’t answered her question. Does he really think steamed dumplings make up for this change?

  Alex inhaled his food, checking his watch regularly. He started helping Ruby clear the table when the bell rang. “Sorry to leave you with the rest, but the guys are here.”

  Too stunned to say anything, Ruby continued to clean up while Alex greeted his guests. “Guys, this is my Little Red, aka Ruby.” The three mumbled their hellos. “Make yourselves comfortable,” Alex said while aiming the remote at the TV. “It’s almost game time.”

  He fished a $50 bill out of his wallet. “Do me a big favor, Hon. I didn’t have a chance to get beer and chips. Would you mind running out?” He pulled Ruby close, cupping her bottom
and leaned into her, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips.

  She knew he was trying to get around her, and she didn’t want to give in but her skin heated as Alex’s tongue tangled with hers. She sighed as he pulled away. “Game’s starting.” He bent his head for one more kiss. The heavy look in his eyes and the rapid pulse Ruby could see at the top of his open shirt reassured her he was as aroused as she was.

  Shrugging in resignation, she grabbed her purse. “Don’t forget dip,” Alex called as Ruby stepped out the door.

  Twenty minutes later she was back, panting from carrying the case of Sam Brown Ale she knew Alex liked.

  “That’s my girl!” Alex rewarded her with a loud smacking kiss on her lips as he grabbed the beer from her. “We have been dying of thirst.”

  “The chips are only going to make it worse,” Ruby reminded him.

  “Yeah, but the beer will take care of that.”

  Alex took the drinks into the living room while Ruby poured chips into a large bowl, spooned dip into a smaller one, and put a seven-layer dip into the microwave to heat. The men grunted their thanks when she brought the food to where they sat, eyes glued to the set.

  The four of them jumped to their feet as one, screaming and waving their arms wildly. Ruby saw some chips go flying. “Did you see that? That was a fucking amazing run! Holy shit! Ninety-five yards! That guy is un-fucking-believable.

  Ruby felt invisible. Not even Alex was aware of her presence. “Maybe I should try to get some work done,” she muttered to herself.

  She booted up her laptop in the bedroom, tuning out the noise from the living room, but discovered her mind would not settle on her client’s project. All she could think of was how Alex had changed their plans, not even thinking to call. Yes, he had brought dinner and had remembered her favorite, but he barely said a word while they were eating because he was in too much of a hurry to finish and get to what was really important to him: watching the game with his friends. Tori was right.

  Frustrated, Ruby decided to check her e-mail. She always felt better after reducing her inbox to a single page. Scanning down the messages, she spotted Tori’s message with the subject “More Web sites.” Ruby’s cheeks flamed as she explored the first one, on male submission. She stared at the picture of a gorgeous naked hunk kneeling respectfully before a woman with long flowing hair, leather bustier, and pants encased in high boots. The woman held a riding crop in her hand. Only the top of the guy’s ass was visible; but it was crisscrossed with some painful-looking red welts.

 

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