Party Favors

by Jennifer Dunne, Madeleine Oh

  Good was totally inadequate! “Incredible! It was wonderful!”

  “Yes.” He was quite smug in his agreement, but in the circumstances, perfectly justified. “I haven’t finished with you, Katie, my love. We have all weekend.”

  Oh, please. “You won’t find me complaining.”

  “Didn’t think so. I received the impression you couldn’t get enough. You were begging me for more, several times.”

  “Yes.” Why deny it?

  “After we shower and have breakfast, I’m taking you to my house for the weekend. I’ve made plans for you.”

  Impossible as it seemed after the previous night, she was aroused again. Aroused and needy, “You can do whatever you want!”

  “No!” His finger traced the line of her jaw. “Whatever you want. Will you let me tie you up again?”

  “Yes, please!” She longed to feel again that delicious helplessness.

  “I have a canopy bed with eye bolts so I can tie your legs high and spread you open.” Her clit responded at the prospect. “I have a collection of floggers, there’s a white and silver one I want to use particularly.” She nestled against him and wrapped her arms around him.

  “Want me to dress up again?” Wasteful as it was, having him rip the dress off her was something to be repeated.

  “That can wait for next weekend.”

  “Next weekend?” He was planning in advance and she had a hard time thinking beyond right now, here in her bed, and...“Next weekend I’ve got to sit for Andrew’s dratted cat!”

  Jud stroked her face. “I’m coming with you. He has an impressive playroom, and he’s invited us to make use of it.”

  Her mind went into a tailspin. “What playroom?”

  “You’ll find out. He has some specialized equipment I plan to strap you to.” Was she up to this? She nodded. He kissed her. Hard. “Forget about next weekend,” he said, his lips almost touching hers. “Think about what will happen to you after I get you in my house. I intend to keep you naked the whole weekend. Nudity will help focus your mind on what you are, my beautiful submissive. Want to come with me?”

  “Please!” Her hips thrust and chest tightened with expectation. She wanted to please him so much.

  “Better prepare yourself to kneel at my feet naked and suck my cock.”

  “Yes.” If he went on much longer, she’d climax with his promises.

  “Every time I command it?”

  “Yes. You’re my captor and my pirate.” She leaned up on one elbow. “You're the answer to dreams I never knew I had.”

  He grinned. “Katie, my love. Dreams and fantasies are ours to explore. Now.” he paused, his eyes twinkling. “Get the shower warmed up before I spank you!”

  She was tempted to dally, but they had all weekend, and she did need a good shower. “Yes, Captain,” she replied, and pushed back the bedclothes. “Whatever you say.”

  THE END.

  About the author:

  Madeleine Oh is the pseudonym of a retired special-education teacher, who now lives in Ohio.

  Madeleine welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.

  Also by Madeleine Oh:

  · Power Exchange

  · Tied With A Bow (anthology)

  LOUISANA HEAT

  Written by

  DOMINIQUE ADAIR

  Chapter 1

  He had to have her.

  David Hunter rubbed his thumb over the label on his beer bottle as he watched the slim blonde standing near the edge of the crowd. The condensation on the glass was cool against his palm, a sharp contrast to the sultry heat of the Louisiana evening. The sun had sunk over an hour ago but the drop in temperature was negligible, not that the crowd seemed to notice.

  He propped his elbow on the edge of the makeshift bar, which was made of plywood sheets propped on sawhorses. The large crowd that had gathered to celebrate his cousin Remy’s thirtieth birthday separated he and the beautiful blonde.

  He smothered a grin as he raised the bottle to his mouth. Too bad his cousin wasn’t here to celebrate with them this evening. Then again, eloping with a librarian from Fort Myers who knew how to wield a paddle with ease could do that to some men.

  David set the bottle on the bar and nodded to the bartender, Etienne, to bring another. He definitely wasn’t that kind of man. He’d never let a woman turn him into a submissive. No, not him. He was more inclined toward domination, not the other way around.

  He picked up the fresh beer and turned to where he could see the blonde. His gaze zeroed in on her pale blonde hair, an anomaly in the crowd of peroxide-tortured hair, redheads and brunettes. Artfully streaked and straight as a waterfall, her icy locks reached the small of Kay Glenn’s slim back. She stood on the far side of the dance floor and, even from that distance, he imagined he could smell her subtle perfume. Dressed in a short, soft looking dress that hugged her womanly curves, the ripe apricot color made Kay look like a pale, aloof rose in the midst of a field of wildflowers.

  The question of the hour was what was the manager of the elite Reicht Gallery in Atlanta doing here in Bayou Blue, Louisiana? This backwater town was hardly a tourist mecca, especially for a sophisticate like Kay.

  His gaze moved over the crowd, lighting on a small group of women sitting at a corner table, huddled over their drinks. All of them were strangers to the tiny town and all of them had been invited by the absent birthday boy.

  One woman, a redhead with enough freckles for three people, had told the bartender she’d met Remy online months ago and he’d asked her to join him for his birthday. One by one these women had arrived and, after being plied with drinks by the ever-thoughtful Etienne, had relayed similar stories. He’d directed each woman to the table until five of them were crowded together, probably comparing notes. With their heads close and their voices barely above a whisper, he had no doubt they were plotting the demise of one Remy DeLaughter.

  His gaze returned to Kay. Was she another of Remy’s online friends?

  He pushed that thought away. Why would a beauty like Kay need to pick up men online? She was beautiful, accomplished and very well employed. Then again, the women Remy had invited to the party weren’t completely regrettable. One, a blonde, could probably learn to use a little less hairspray and save the ozone layer some trauma, but other than that they weren’t a bad looking lot.

  But none of them came even close to Kay’s icy good looks.

  The object of his attention moved into the crowd toward the bar, a nervous smile on her pink lips. Her walk was graceful, elegant, and she grew more beautiful with each step. Her features were fine, bordering on delicate with soft pale brows, thickly lashed blue eyes and pale skin. She looked like an angel fallen to earth and his fingers itched to paint her. Her lips were full, perfect for kissing, and slick with pink gloss. She wasn’t very tall, maybe seven or eight inches under his towering six foot three. Her figure was curvy like a woman’s body should be. Her legs and arms were lightly tanned and her nails were polished in a color that matched her dress. Several silver rings and a slim watch were her only adornment.

  Kay looked very different this evening than she had the last time he’d seen her.

  It’d been almost six months ago when he’d paid a visit to the Gallery to approve the location for a showing of his work. He’d been sitting in the owner’s office when Kay had arrived with a folder of documents. Dressed in black from head to toe with that beautiful hair pulled back into a militant twist, she’d looked cool and unapproachable. She’d done little more than nod and smile at him and produce the documents for him to sign when the owner had requested them, but she’d left quite an impression on him.

  For weeks afterward, she’d haunted his dreams and he’d woken with a massive erection dedicated to her every morning. Though he’d been too busy to play while in Atlanta, he’d later kicked himself for not asking her out. In the gallery, she’d possessed a touch-me-not quality that had in
trigued him, and turned him on more than he wanted to admit. But in Bayou Blue, that quality was stripped away and she looked very touchable now. Her skimpy summer dress left little to the imagination with its slim straps and above-the-knee hem. She looked like sin in sandals as she leaned on the bar just a few feet from him.

  “Excuse me,” she called to Etienne.

  “Bonjour, ma jolie fille, what can I get for you?” Etienne’s accent was as thick as David’s forearm and his gaze was appreciative as they fastened on Kay’s bountiful breasts. David noticed how her flesh strained the fragile chiffon bodice of her dress.

  “I’m looking for Remy DeLaughter. Do you know him?” she asked.

  David straightened in surprise. She was one of them. His gaze swung to the table of strangers, then back to Kay. How could this be?

  Etienne chuckled. “Oui—”

  David set his beer down hard on the bar and Etienne’s surprised gaze swung toward him. David gave him a subtle shake of his head and nodded toward the gazebo situated near the river. Unlit and secluded, it was the perfect place for private…conversation.

  Etienne gave him a wink and picked up a rag and began drying off some glasses. “Oui, I know dat Remy. I saw him headed ‘ward the gazebo over dere a few minutes ago.”

  Kay glanced toward the secluded structure, then flashed Etienne a quick smile. “Thanks for your help.” She turned away and walked into the dark, skirting the table of Remy’s would-be dates.

  David dodged the crowd and slipped into the shadows as the band broke into La Jolie Blonde. He smiled. How apropos. His pulse quickened as she mounted the steps of the structure.

  “Remy?” she called. “Are you in here?” She vanished into the dim interior.

  David waited a few seconds then stepped into the gazebo behind her. Kay stood in the center of the small building, indecision written in every line of her body. He moved behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She jumped beneath his touch and started to turn, but he tightened his grip.

  “Don’t turn around,” he whispered. He dropped his head and inhaled the rich scent of her hair. He shifted silken strands away from her left shoulder and dropped his head to touch her with his mouth.

  “Remy?” She shivered and leaned into him.

  He pushed away annoyance at hearing his cousin’s name on her lips. He wanted this woman and, if he had to use deception to get her, he’d do it. Her image had driven him crazy for the past six months and the need to possess her was too great to ignore.

  “Kay?” he whispered.

  He heard her sigh and felt her sag against him even as his conscience pricked him for deceiving her. The scent of her perfume curled around him, arousing him as never before. His cock throbbed and strained against the zipper of his jeans. It was all he could do prevent himself from pulling up her thin dress and taking her.

  “I was starting to get worried.” Her voice was smoky, her light northern accent filled with heat. “I didn’t think I’d ever find you. I’d ask people where you were and they’d just chuckle.”

  “Everyone has been looking for me,” he lied.

  She gave a throaty laugh. “Well, it is your party.”

  David made a non-committal sound, then slid his hands over her slim shoulders. Gathering the silk of her hair in both hands, he arranged it over her right shoulder, out of his way. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees, allowing quick snatches of lantern light to penetrate their sanctuary.

  Reveling in her soft skin, he slid the thin strap of her dress from her shoulder. He heard her breath catch as the bodice slid down to bare the top of her breast.

  “Remy—”

  Irritated at the sound of his cousin’s name, David whispered, “Call me Hunter.” He didn’t want to hear this woman crying out another man’s name when he made her come.

  “Hunter?”

  “A childhood nickname.” He ran his hand down her arm, nudging the material covering her breast to the side with his fingers. “Everyone here calls me that.” Which was the truth for a change.

  “Oh.”

  She shivered as the cloth slid over her erect nipple, baring the pale mound to his gaze. He cupped her breast, his tanned hand looking erotically dark against her pale skin. With his thumb, he caressed her hardened tip, watching as it tightened even more. Her breathing deepened. She was incredibly responsive to his touch.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  They stood in the shadows, David pressed to her back, her bare breast in the palm of his hand. Behind them, the party continued. The band swept into an energetic version of The Bayou Stomp while the stillness in the gazebo was palatable.

  “You’ve seen a photo of me—” She sounded breathless.

  “Photos don’t do you justice,” he nipped at her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin before he soothed her with his tongue.

  She gave a soft laugh. “Flatterer. You have me at a disadvantage. You’ve seen my photo, but I haven’t seen yours.”

  David stilled his thumb. Remy never sent her his photo? How could this be? “You haven’t?” He kept his voice carefully neutral.

  “You sent me the file, but I couldn’t get it to open, remember? You laughed at me and said it was user error rather than a corrupted photo.” He heard the amusement in her voice.

  “Mais oui, I remember now.” He chuckled and allowed his thumb to resume its lazy stroking of her nipple. “So you’re saying you want to see my face?”

  He felt her nod. He doubted she’d recognize him. The last time she’d seen him, he’d been groomed, his hair tied back, his face shaved and he’d been dressed in a black suit. Now, with his hair wild about his shoulders, two days of beard on his face and dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans so worn they appeared white, he hoped she wouldn’t connect the two men. Who’d think that the world-renowned painter, David Hunter, would be residing in the back waters of Louisiana?

  “You’ll see me soon enough. Right now, I want to see you…naked.” He whispered into her ear, his lips caressing her soft lobe, and she shuddered. “I want to feel my hands slide over your body like this.” He removed the other strap of her dress and the bodice fell to her waist.

  Kay made an instinctive movement to cover herself, but he prevented her by trapping her arm against her body with his. He had her at his mercy as he palmed one breast and covered the notch of her thighs with his other hand. Through the dress he could feel her heat. She was as aroused as he.

  “Does this turn you on, ‘tite bébé?” he breathed, his erection hard against the small of her back. “The thought of having sex with me, right here, a few feet from a party where anyone can come in and see me fucking you?”

  She moaned and tossed her head restlessly against his shoulder. Her palms were damp as she clutched his arm. Her left hand covered his and pressed it harder against her pussy in a rhythmic fashion as she bumped her lush buttocks against him. He ground his teeth. Much more of this and he’d throw her to the ground and fuck her then and there.

  “Say it,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Please, please touch me.” She shuddered.

  David felt a surge of triumph rush through him. He released her and backed away. Almost immediately, he could feel her confusion and she started to turn.

  “Don’t turn around.” Due to his heightened state of arousal and the fact his zipper was almost embedded in his cock, his voice came out harsher than he’d intended. Almost immediately she straightened and turned away from him. His eyes narrowed, fixing on the slim curve of her back. She liked being commanded, did she?

  “Take off your dress.” He moved away until she was little more than a slim, pale shadow in the dark. “Strip for me.”

  Her head dipped forward and he saw her shoulders quiver. She removed her tiny purse from over her head and laid it on the handrail. Slowly, she slid her arms from the spaghetti straps of the dress and slid it down over her hips. She wore flesh-colored thong panties and her buttocks were pale and lush,
surprisingly so for someone of her size. They were just the right size to cushion a man’s ride as he fucked her from behind.

  She allowed the dress to drop to the floor before she slithered out of her panties. When she bent over to retrieve her clothing, he narrowly avoided biting his tongue as her thighs parted and offered him a glimpse of her sweet pussy. Impatient now, he tore off his shirt and tossed it over the rail before he approached her. On the tender curve of her hip he spied a dark spot about the size of a half dollar, but it was too dark to see very well. He dropped his hands to her waist and she jumped.

  “Is this a tattoo I spy?” he whispered.

  She gave a shaky nod, her breathing ragged as if she’d run a mile.

  He squinted at the mark, trying to make out the shape. His eyes widened as he realized what it was.

  Handcuffs.

  Curiouser and curiouser.

  He ran his hands over her silky skin to cup her breasts. Thumbing her nipples, she gave an excited hum and settled her plump backside against his crotch. He ground his teeth as she rotated her buttocks.

  He grasped her shoulders and guided her to the far side of the gazebo, which faced away from the party. Earlier in the day, workers had been restoring the old building and had left some bricks behind, which David knew they could put to good use. Kay was too short for him to take comfortably from behind, so he urged her up onto a single row of brick, which raised her to the perfect height.

  With thick fingers he tore open the front of his pants, groaning as his full cock sprang free from the opening. Thanking his lucky stars he’d kept the condom Old Man Pou had thrust at him when he’d arrived at the party, he tore through the wrap and slid the condom on in record time.

  “Brace your hands here.” He showed her where to place her hands on the white support pole to keep her balance.

  Running his hands up her back, he positioned her hips just so before urging her to spread her legs, leaving her vulnerable to his touch. He dipped his finger into her wet pussy, relishing the moan and uninhibited thrust of her hips. He’d barely touched her and she was ready for him.