Yes, Sir

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  Blake took a deep breath as he looked at me. I studiously met his eyes, unwilling to look lower, though every part of me wanted to see just how excited he really was. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the slow grin on Wayne’s face. He settled against the dresser and watched as Blake and I faced each other over the ten feet that separated us.

  “You’re beautiful,” Blake finally said, and the blush that heated my face seemed to go all through my body and settle between my thighs.

  My hand trembled when I reached out toward Blake. He stepped forward to take it. I looked back at Wayne, and he slowly nodded his head. In his eyes was an expression I couldn’t even begin to read.

  I pulled Blake onto the bed with me.

  It was the strangest feeling, to have an unfamiliar man’s body in bed with me. Blake was taller than Wayne. Where Wayne was stocky and muscular, Blake was leaner. Where Wayne had straight, short hair, Blake had curls that wrapped around my fingers as I pulled him down to kiss me.

  Blake whispered something against my lips. It sounded like “Are you sure?” I kissed him deeply enough to leave no doubt that I was sure. It wasn’t just about pleasing Wayne, though that was part of it—I wanted to please Blake, too.

  Wayne abruptly pushed away from the dresser and came to the bed. He stood beside it and looked down at me. I met his eyes while Blake kissed a trail down my throat. Wayne didn’t say a word. When Blake’s tongue found my nipple, I let out a moan. Only then did Wayne blink and tear his gaze away from my face.

  Then Blake was sliding his hand between my legs, and suddenly Wayne was the last thing on my mind. I arched up to him and silently begged for more.

  “Tell me what you like,” Blake said. I did better than that—I showed him. When I put my hand over his and taught him how to make me weak with pleasure, Blake paid attention. Soon he was doing it all himself, rising above me on the bed, looking down at my body as I lost myself in what he was doing. He kept it up, moving his hand in a steady, deep rhythm. The familiar tightening felt almost foreign this time, and I suddenly realized it was because a different man was doing the things that drove me wild.

  I was staring at my husband when Blake made me come.

  “Good girl,” Wayne whispered.

  Blake’s cock was hard against my thigh. I reached for the buttons of his shirt. Together we pulled it off. When I unbuttoned his jeans, I was very aware of Wayne watching. I pushed the jeans down. The boxers underneath them hid nothing at all. Blake groaned from deep in his throat when I circled my hand around his dick and slowly stroked him.

  “You’re so damn good at this,” Blake murmured into my ear.

  When he started to move away, I followed him. On my knees, I opened my mouth and licked the head of his cock. Blake shuddered and ran his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him while I took him into my mouth, one slow inch after another.

  Wayne’s hand on my hip was like a jolt of electricity, making me jump with the surprise of it. He ran his fingertips lightly over my skin. His other hand slid up to my neck. He took my hair in his hand and moved it away, so he could see what I was doing to Blake.

  “Do a good job, baby,” he encouraged, and I sucked Blake deeper into my mouth.

  Wayne’s hand rose from my hip and came down, lightly slapping my ass. He did it a second time, then a third, until he had built up a rhythm. Each time his hand came down on my ass, I sucked Blake into my mouth. Between the spanks, I pulled back until he was almost free of my lips. When Wayne sped up, so did I.

  “Fuck—fuck, I’m going to come,” Blake warned.

  Blake thrust into my mouth. I slid my hands up his hips and held him closer, encouraging him to go deeper. His legs trembled. His breathing became ragged. He said my name and then there was nothing but a long, tortured moan as he started to come.

  The first shot of come had such force behind it, I almost gagged. Wayne ran his hands into my hair and held me steady. I couldn’t back away—I had to take whatever Blake gave me. I sucked hard, swallowed again, and caressed his cock with my tongue until he pulled back with a satisfied sigh.

  Wayne suddenly let me go. I fell sideways onto the bed and looked back at him. He was watching me with the tiniest smile on his face. He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the paddle.

  “Get him hard,” Wayne ordered. “Then ride his dick.”

  I stared at the paddle, then looked back up at Wayne. His face was calm and quiet, but his eyes gave him away—they were burning with desire.

  I turned to Blake. He let out a pleased sigh as I began to suck on him again, stroking him to life with my tongue. It didn’t take long before he was standing up straight, his erection proud and thick. He went willingly onto his back, and I climbed over him.

  Blake tangled his hands in my hair as I kissed his throat. I worked my way over his chest, kissing him everywhere, teasing him down below by rubbing my pussy just over his cock but not letting him inside me. I kept it up until Blake’s body was trembling with tension. Only then did I sit back on his cock, sliding him into me with one long, delicious thrust.

  Just as I took him all the way in, the paddle came down across my ass. It was a hard, stinging spank. I gasped at the sudden pain of it.

  “Fuck him,” Wayne said. “Fuck another man while your husband punishes you for it.”

  Blake pulled me down for a kiss. All the while I was moving up and down on him. Each time I slid all the way down, Wayne spanked me with the paddle.

  “Do you want to make him come?” Wayne asked. Blake was sucking on my nipples while I rode his cock. Wayne was spanking me with the paddle every time I came down.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Do you want him to come inside you?”

  “Yes.”

  “How much are you willing to pay for it?”

  I looked over at Wayne. My motion stopped. Blake looked up to see what had caused the sudden shift, and I heard his quiet gasp.

  Wayne was holding a leather whip.

  He lashed it against his palm. The red mark rose immediately, blossoming on his skin like a flower of pain. Blake’s cock twitched inside me, harder than ever.

  “Fuck him,” Wayne said. “Make it worth every last stripe of this whip on your ass.”

  I looked back at Blake. His eyes were wide. He reached up to touch my face, brushed the hair back away from my forehead, and softly kissed my mouth. He took my hands in his, holding them tight, holding me steady.

  “Fuck me,” he whispered against my lips.

  I rose up on his dick. Then I slid down, taking him all the way, focusing on the way he stretched me with every stroke. The whip whistled through the air and cracked against my skin, making me cry out. It stung like a line of fire poured across my ass. The second strike whistled down and this time I buried my face in Blake’s shoulder. His hands tightened on mine, holding me down for the punishment I was earning with every thrust.

  I rode Blake hard. I put all the force I had into the thrusts. Our hips slammed together. I fucked him hard enough to hurt, even while the whip came down again and again across my ass and my thighs. I was giving Blake pleasure, but taking equal pain for doing so. The combination was heady, the most twisted mind fuck Wayne had ever come up with.

  Abruptly, Wayne stopped. Before I could turn to look at him, he grabbed my hair in his hand and yanked my head back. “Make him come,” he ordered. “Make him come in my wife’s cunt.”

  Blake didn’t need much encouragement. He was right on the edge. When I sat straight up and took him as deep as he could go, he cried out with the pleasure of it. Wet heat flooded me as he arched up, pushing his body hard against mine, letting go into me.

  When I caught my breath, Wayne was standing beside the bed, waiting. His clothes were gone. He was breathing hard. Blake slid out of me and I moved to face Wayne, silently asking what he wanted.

  “Let me see what he did to you,” Wayne said. “Lie down. Show me.”

  I lay down on the bed and spread my legs. Wayne gr
oaned as he looked between them. Then he was on the bed, coming up between my thighs and driving home with one smooth thrust. His fingers found my nipples and he pinched down hard. Blake sat on the edge of the bed, watching with rapt attention as Wayne’s cock slid in and out of the same cunt he had just fucked.

  “You’re going to take my come too, aren’t you?”

  Wayne squeezed down harder on my nipples. The pain roared through me, bringing tears to my eyes. That was what it took to send Wayne over that final edge. He yelled out with pleasure as he emptied himself into me. When he pulled out, wetness trickled down my thighs. The sensation was delightful enough to make up for the burning pain of my ass. Wayne sat on the bed and looked at me until my breathing calmed.

  “You didn’t come.” I shook my head. “That’s all right. Blake will make you come again. Won’t you, Blake?”

  Both men looked at each other. It was a question, but the tone of it was more like a demand. I immediately recognized the situation for what it was—if Blake was going to be a play-mate for his wife, Wayne wanted to make sure he still had the upper hand.

  Blake picked up the whip. He touched the tip of it as he looked it over. Then he slid it gently against my thigh, drawing a shiver. He gave me a wicked smile.

  “Absolutely,” he answered.

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  LISETTE ASHTON is a UK author who has published more than two dozen erotic novels and countless short stories. Writing principally for Virgin’s Nexus imprint, as well as occasionally writing for the CP label Chimera Publishing, Lisette Ashton’s stories have been described by reviewers as “no-holds-barred naughtiness” and “good dirty fun.”

  JOCELYN BRINGAS lives in California. Her stories have appeared in Zane’s Caramel Flava anthology, and Alison Tyler’s Down and Dirty 2, Naughty Stories from A to Z 4, C Is for Coeds, and Got a Minute? anthologies. Her website is www.flirtingwithobscene.com.

  ELIZABETH COLDWELL is the editor of the UK edition of Forum. Her short stories have appeared in anthologies including Best SM Erotica 1 and 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2006 and several Black Lace collections.

  AMANDA EARL’s sexually explicit fiction appears in the anthologies He’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Male Dominance and Female Submission (Cleis Press), Iridescence: Sensuous Shades of Lesbian Erotica (Alyson Books), Cream: The Best of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association (Thunder’s Mouth Press) and The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Volumes 5 & 6 (Car-roll and Graf).

  SHANNA GERMAIN is a poet by nature, a short-story writer by the skin of her teeth and a novelist in training. Her work has appeared in places like Best American Erotica 2007, Best Bondage Erotica 2, Best Gay Romance 2008, Caught Looking, Cowboy Lover, He’s on Top and Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. Visit her online at www.shannagermain.com.

  Having experienced a tongue clamp firsthand, DEBRA HYDE tries never to speak out of turn—or too much. Fortunately, she’s free to write at length without penalty. Her short erotic fiction appears in numerous anthologies, most recently Got a Minute?, Lust: Erotic Fantasies by Women, Hard Road, Easy Riding: Lesbian Biker Erotica, and the notable She’s on Top/He’s on Top collections. Her erotic novel, Inequities, was published as part of the new Neon Books imprint in late 2007. She writes the long-running web-log, Pursed Lips, and creates the occasional podcast, Pursed Lips, Speaking.

  STAN KENT is a chameleon-hair-colored former nightclubowning rocket scientist author of erotic novels who grew up in England and has a firsthand knowledge of the punishment handed out by sexy schoolteachers. Stan has penned nine original, unique and very naughty works including the Shoe Leather series. Selections from his books have been featured in the Best of Erotic Writing Blue Moon collections. Stan has hosted an erotic talk-show night at Hustler Hollywood for the last five years. The Los Angeles Times described his monthly performances as “combination moderator and lion tamer.” To see samples of his works and his latest hair colors, visit Stan at www.StanKent.com or email him at stan@stankent.com.

  D. L. KING lives somewhere between the Big Wheel at Coney Island and the Chrysler Building and has a passion for roasted chestnuts sold on the street. Renaissance E books recently published King’s first novel, The Melinoe Project. Please visit the author’s website at www.dlkingerotica.com. Send any praise or stray thoughts you might have to dlkinger@dlkingerotica.com.

  NIKKI MAGENNIS lives, loves and works in the city of Glasgow, Scotland. After training as an artist, she accidentally fell into writing erotica, and is having a marvelous time. Her first novel, Circus Excite, was published by Black Lace in 2006, and you can find her short stories in various anthologies, including the Wicked Words series and Cleis’s alphabet books E Is for Exotic and F Is for Fetish.

  SOMMER MARSDEN’s work has appeared in numerous online publications including Clean Sheets, For the Girls, Ruthie’s Club, and The Erotic Woman. Print credits include The MILF Anthology, Justus Roux’s Erotic Tales 2, Sultry Shades of Christmas and Five Minute Fantasies 3. She can be reached at SmutGirl.blogspot.com or www.myspace.com/sommermarsden.

  GWEN MASTERS has been accused of writing even in her sleep, a charge she readily accepts. Her stories have appeared in dozens of places, both in print and online. Gwen hides away in a sleepy Tennessee town, writing naughty novels and working on the century-old mansion she shares with her husband and their two kids. For more information on Gwen and her works, visit her website: www.gwenmasters.net.

  KATHRYN O’HALLORAN was once told to write what she knows; despite that, she now writes erotica. She finds the research grueling but she goes at it with guts and determination. She’s had short stories published in both online and print journals and is currently working on her first novel.

  TERESA NOELLE ROBERTS’ erotica has appeared or is forthcoming in He’s on Top, She’s on Top, B Is for Bondage, E Is for Exotic, F Is for Fetish, H Is for Hardcore, Chocolate Flava 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2004, 2005, and 2007, and many other publications. She is also half of the erotica-writing team called Sophie Mouette, author of Cat Scratch Fever (Black Lace Books 2006) and numerous short stories.

  LISABET SARAI has been writing ever since she learned how to hold a pencil. She is the author of three erotic novels, Raw Silk, Incognito, and Ruby’s Rules, and two short-story collections, Fire and Rough Caress. She also edited the groundbreaking anthology Sacred Exchange, which explores the spiritual aspects of BDSM relationships, and the newly released Cream: The Best of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association. Her stories have appeared in more than a dozen print collections. Lisabet also works as a freelance editor, reviews books and films for the Erotica Readers and Writers Association (www.erotica-readers. com), Erotica Revealed (www.eroticarevealed.com) and Sliptongue.com, and is a Celebrity Author at Custom Erotica Source (www.customeroticasource.com). Visit her website, Lisabet Sarai’s Fantasy Factory (www.lisabetsarai.com), for more information and samples of her writing.

  DONNA GEORGE STOREY, PHD would never have left academia if she’d met someone like Professor Perkins. Her erotic fiction has appeared in She’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission, He’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Male Dominance and Female Submission, E Is for Exotic, Love at First Sting, Garden of the Perverse, Sexiest Soles, Taboo, Best American Erotica 2006, Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 4, 5 and 6, and Best Women’s Erotica 2005, 2006, and 2007. Her novel set in Japan, Amorous Woman, is part of Orion’s Neon erotica series. Read more of her work at www.Donna-GeorgeStorey.com.

  MADDY STUART arrived in New York City from the wilds of western Canada, and spends her days painting and programming computers. Her writing has appeared in Sexiest Soles: Erotic Stories About Feet and Shoes and Secret Slaves: Erotic Stories of Bondage, both in the Fetish Chest series. Read more of Maddy at www.maddystuart.com.

  CHELSEA SUMMERS has been writing her award-winning blog, pretty dumb things, for over two years. Her work has been published in the United Kingdom in Scarlet magazine, Young Woman magazine and in the United States in Penth
ouse. Ms. Summers also contributes to several websites, including Yahoo! and Audible.com. She lives and writes in New York City.

  Called a “literary siren” by Good Vibrations, ALISON TYLER is naughty and she knows it. She is the author of more than twenty-five explicit novels and the editor of thirty-five erotic anthologies. According to Clean Sheets, “Alison Tyler has introduced readers to some of the hottest contemporary erotica around.” Visit www.alisontyler.com for more luscious revelations or myspace.com/alisontyler if you’d like to be her friend.

  ABOUT THE EDITOR

  RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL is a prolific erotica writer, editor, journalist, and blogger. She serves as senior editor at Penthouse Variations, hosts In the Flesh Erotic Reading Series, and wrote the popular “Lusty Lady” column for The Village Voice. Her books include Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionism, Hide and Seek, Crossdressing: Erotic Stories, Best Sex Writing 2008, Rubber Sex, Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 1 and 2, First-Timers, Up All Night, Glamour-Girls: Femme/Femme Erotica, Ultimate Undies, Sexiest Soles, Secret Slaves: Erotic Stories of Bondage, Sex and Candy, Dirty Girls, Bedding Down and the kinky companion volumes He’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Male Dominance and Female Submission and She’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission, and Yes, Ma’am: Erotic Stories of Male Submission, the companion to Yes, Sir. Her first novel, Everything But…, will be published by Bantam in 2008.