I finally lift his head up and stare down at him. He looks almost drunk, blissed out, softer than he ever appears when he’s on duty. It’s the perfect moment: as he blinks those beautiful brown eyes at me, I lift my hand and slap him across the face, my fingers striking the sweet spot. He keeps his eyes on me and I do it again, before switching hands and giving his right cheek the same treatment. The sound and feel of my skin smacking his is too much for me; I shift and lean forward, resting a palm on his meaty shoulder. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” I ask as I gently stroke my index finger along the same cheek I just smacked.
“Always, Lila,” he murmurs.
I slap him again, this time looking down to see his cock bob, the tip of it glistening. I give him another smack and keep going, until his eyes close as he sinks into the kinky abyss. I watch closely; his eyes are shut, but not like when he sleeps. They move almost imperceptibly, minute trembles that melt me inside. He’s like a real-life superhero; I’ve seen him punch a man who tried to reach under my skirt, and he’s held off a woman who was supposedly convinced she was my long-lost sister. He’s like a rock when he has to be, but here, he’s the opposite. He’s soft, gentle, his every defense down, waiting for me to take advantage of what to the outside world would look like a weakness.
He told me once that when I hit him, it makes him feel like he’s floating in space, orbiting and orbiting, not needing to go in any specific direction, not even toward sex. It frees him to go wherever I might lead him. I hit him again, my heart now pulsing fast too. When I see a tear fall from his cheek, I lean down and kiss it, keeping my hand pressed against the warmth we’ve created together. That’s something you’ll never see on the cover of a magazine.
“Look at me,” I demand, for the last few hits. When those eyes open, they pierce my blue ones with their love, their openness, their trust. I slap his left cheek three times, then a final blow to the right, before kissing each one tenderly. Then I get down on the floor next to him, sliding on top of him as I push him all the way down onto the carpet. He just watches me as I pull the teddy over my head, my breasts hanging in the air as I lean forward. I keep the shoes on, pressing them tight against him as I position myself exactly where I want to be.
I shift myself so my feet rest against his ears as his tongue slides inside me. He licks me slowly, letting me feel the heat and passion of his hunger. I slide myself against him, pausing when his lips and tongue reach my clit before settling in to give it the perfect lashing. Only then do I lean forward, stretching myself toward my prize.
Everything about Marcus is big, including his cock. The first time I actually wasn’t sure if it would fit, but he was slow and gentle, until he didn’t need to be. I pull his hardness toward me, licking the head just enough to taste him. Meanwhile, his tongue feels like it’s everywhere at once, his hands gripping my ass hard. I trail my tongue around the engorged head, smiling as he groans against me. Right now neither of us is dominant—or we both are, maybe. We are each giving and receiving, taking and teasing, loving and being loved. I take him deeper down my throat, knowing he won’t push forward until I ask him to. His hands spread me wide, my hole open to the air, his fingers edging closer to it as he works me into a frenzy. The head of his cock brushes the top of my throat as I start to tremble. He shifts so his thumbs are putting pressure on the hood of my clit while his tongue zeroes right in. I clamp my lips around him as he makes me come, the kind of orgasm that builds and builds but races through me fast, a lightning flash that leaves me weak and light-headed.
I know he hasn’t come yet, but I sit up, needing to kiss him immediately. Marcus gives me that look again, the one he had after I slapped him, like he could die happy right this second. I can’t help it; I get a burst of energy, turn and sink myself down onto him, his full length buried inside me, and at the same time, I slap him hard one more time. That quickly, he comes, letting out a yell as he releases inside me. I pull my hand away, kiss my fingertips and press them to his lips, memorizing the way they look as they pucker and join my skin.
I always say don’t believe everything you see or hear or read, and I stand by that. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but there will always be thousands more it can’t convey. And there will always be love stories that no amount of words can ever capture. Even mine.
About the Authors
Michael Bracken is the author of several books and more than 1,000 short stories. His work has appeared in many previous Cleis Press anthologies, including Cowboy Lust and High Octane Heroes. He lives and writes in Texas.
Tenille Brown and her writing is featured in such collections as Going Down, Best Bondage Erotica 2011 and 2012, Sapphic Planet, Suite Encounters, Open, Best Lesbian Erotica 2013, Only You, Sudden Sex, Smut Alfresco, Smut for Chocoholics and Baby Got Back.
Rachel Kramer Bussel has edited over 50 anthologies, including Please, Ma’am; Yes, Ma’am; She’s on Top; Anything for You: Erotica for Kinky Couples; Cheeky Spanking Stories; Spanked; Bottoms Up; Best Bondage Erotica 2014; Tasting Him; Tasting Her; Women in Lust; Orgasmic; Suite Encounters: Hotel Sex Stories and Peep Show.
Flora Dain lives in the United Kingdom. She’s married with two children and has published stories with Mischief Books and Untreed Reads.
Heather Day has a taste for artists and blond toyboys, while her business empire is currently a work in progress. Heather's erotic fiction has previously appeared in such collections as Cleis Press’s Big Book of Orgasms and Go Deeper Press’s Dirty Little Numbers.
Lavender Daye lives in Texas with her private Prince Charming, two kids, two cats, and a large brown dog. She spends her days writing hot romantic suspense and baking, usually with chocolate. She wrote her first love story when she was twelve and always dreamed of being a published author.
Kathleen Delaney-Adams is a stone high femme porn author and spoken word performer. A national touring veteran, Kathleen is the artistic director of BODY HEAT: Femme Porn Tour, now in its seventh year. Look for her work in Best Bondage Erotica 2014, editor Rachel Kramer Bussel, Cleis Press.
Cashmere S. Jackson grew up in Memphis, Tennessee. She discovered erotic literature reading vampire novels, but believes regular humans can be just as sexy without spilling blood. She currently lives with her husband and daughter in Mississippi.
Emma Jay has been writing longer than she’d care to admit, using her endless string of celebrity crushes as inspiration for her heroes. Married twenty-seven years (wed at the age of eight, of course), she believes writing romance is like falling in love, over and over again. Creating characters and love stories is an addiction she has no intention of breaking.
Michael M. Jones has appeared in numerous Cleis and Circlet anthologies, including She Shifters and Lustfully Ever After. He lives in Southwest Virginia with books, cats, and a wife who enjoys his cooking.
Anne Lange juggles a full-time job and a family, while writing in her spare time. She makes her home in Eastern Ontario, Canada where she lives with her husband and three children. Check out her debut into the erotic world with Worth the Risk from Etopia Press.
Megan Mitcham, a true Southern bell until she discovered the delicious world of erotic romance, pens racy romances to please a reader’s heart, mind and body.
Jane O’Reilly writes stories about men, women and kissing, and especially men and women who like to be watched while they do it. When she’s not writing erotica, she writes contemporary romance for Harlequin. She lives near London with her husband and two children, and gets most of her inspiration secretly watching foreign men on the tube.
Roxy Stone pens romances for all tastes and desires.
Tim Rudolph is the owner of a dirty mind and a Number 2 pencil. The two combined have produced stories for Oysters and Chocolate and The Mammoth Book of Quick and Dirty Erotica. He lives, writes and fantasizes in Santa Cruz, California.
About the Editor
Delilah Devlin is a USA Today bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. She has published o
ver 130 erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths, and is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Montlake, Running Press and Samhain Publishing. In May 2014, she added Grand Central to her list of publishers when Her Only Desire released!
Her short stories have appeared in multiple Cleis Press collections, including Lesbian Cowboys, Girl Crush, Fairy Tale Lust, Lesbian Lust, Passion, Lesbian Cops, Dream Lover, Carnal Machines, Best Erotic Romance (2012), Suite Encounters, Girl Fever, Girls Who Score, Duty and Desire and Best Lesbian Romance 2013. For Cleis Press, she edited 2011’s Girls Who Bite, and 2012’s She Shifters and Cowboy Lust. In 2013, she added Smokin’ Hot Firemen and High Octane Heroes.
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