by James Grey
He moves away, and I feel the tug on my clit go slack. He must have unclipped it from whatever held it at the other end. Instinctively I take the chance to move some aching muscles, and he doesn’t stop me.
“Stand up, slowly.”
Very carefully I lower one heel to the floor and put some weight on it, little by little. It trembles, but, taking my time, I manage to stand up. I feel like a newborn lamb. The sensation of blood rushing to my extremities is almost as exquisite as an orgasm would be. It gets even better as he frees my wrists.
“You will need your hands to crawl on all fours,” he says as I try to shake some life into them. “The nipple clamps and gag will remain. I don’t want to hear any more of your shit.”
That was nasty. No client has said that kind of thing, unprompted, unless we’re clearly in role play. It’s come from nowhere. And it feels real. I feel sure again that this is Spurring, and it’s a timely reminder that I do want to get back at him.
Playing along as best I can, I nod and sink to the ground. On all fours.
Like a dog on a lead.
And that lead isn’t around my neck. It’s tied to my most erotic place and it’s emerging right out of the top hem of my panties. As he pulls it tighter, bringing that familiar tug back into my world, I can feel leather crawling all the way up my torso, between my breasts and past my right cheek. This may quite literally be a dog lead.
The fucker.
But I’m wet. I just know I’m wet.
“Walk,” he commands. And as he says it, I know I flood a little more.
He leads me and I crawl. Floorboards, carpet, floorboards. He opens a door, and closes it behind me. We’re somewhere brighter, perhaps the entrance hallway. Who can see me? Only him? I can never know.
“We’re going up the stairs now, so keep up or that metal and your pussy flesh are going to have a violent disagreement, you fucking bitch,” he hisses.
His words make me want to tear off my blindfold and punch him in the nuts. But I’m a professional. He won’t really hurt me. I’m being paid. I keep telling myself this. And yet I know it’s personal with him, and I don’t deserve the venom.
I hate him. I wanted to tear his throat out as he said those words. Yet the fire in my belly is hotter than anything I’ve ever felt as he pulls me up the carpeted stairs and I follow. His little bitch. Gagged, blindfolded and led by her clit ring.
I want this hotness to go away, but I can’t make it. I must hate him; I must stick to the plan. So I must like him. I have never, ever been so confused or unsure of myself.
Nor so aroused.
We enter another room now, him still leading me by a leather leash attached to the polished jewel on my hood. I am every inch his slave as I hear him close the door behind us.
It’s warmer in here. I think there is a fire going. He drags my aching body harder across the room now, and I must crawl fast to keep up with him. How hard would he really pull me there? More than anything, that’s the question making my vagina blaze right now.
“I’m tying you up to the mantelpiece, Emma Carling,” he says. “You’re mine now. I own your clit and lead you where I want to.”
Fuck. How long does now last? I know I’m booked until seven. I have never heard him say so much. He used my full name again. My brain is whirling as much as my pussy is. I don’t know anything anymore.
It’s no longer tight. I’m still in doggy position, but the leather hangs down loose below my breasts. I’m almost comfortable, and certainly begging for more. He makes me do exactly that, kneeling back on my heels and looking up at him.
“Open wide,” he orders, before shoving a finger and a thumb into my cheeks and ripping out my ball gag. I pant with relief as my jaw is finally released and drool spills down my chin. I am glad it’s gone, but some part of me wants my wrists tied again.
I want to be tied up by Spurring. Jesus, Emma, will you get out of your own way? You have a plan! I’m trying to focus, but once again my horniness threatens to cloud my thoughts. It has done already. The throbbing in my clit and the tremble in my body tells me that.
I’m supposed to make him get ready to reveal himself. He doesn’t look like he’s in the mood. And I can barely speak anyway; my tongue is like lead and my jaw hardly working. I’m consumed by my need for orgasm.
And now he unzips himself and enters my mouth. God, it’s an attack. He mouth-fucks me like nothing I’ve ever experienced, ramming the back of my throat like an invading army’s cannonballs. I grunt along with every one of his thrusts, unable to even pretend any more. My eyes are closed and I’m on the verge of coming just as I feel him tighten.
I’m fully expecting a release into my mouth that will take me over the edge, but somehow he holds his twitching member in check, and grabs a fist of my hair again.
This makes the last pull feel like something that would have happened in the playground at school. He yanks so hard that my tightly-sealed lips jump right off his cock with a loud popping sound. My head is back again, I can feel a couple of promising drops land on my cheeks and my entire being is quivering with need and anticipation.
Also, I need to know. It’s getting too much.
And he knows it too.
“You want to know who I am, Emma Carling, don’t you?”
Is he bluffing? Do I want to come more than I want to see his face? Because if I see his face, that might very well kill the mood.
No! Grab the chance, you fool!
I am breathing and thinking so hard that I forget to reply. He slaps me hard across the cheek. I reel from the shock more than the pain.
“Answer me,” he says, barely whispering any more. His own power is running away with him. Just as it is with me.
And so I answer him, with words I didn’t expect to escape my lips.
“Yes Master. I want to see you, Master.”
And I feel his fingers begin to tug at the knot of my blindfold.
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About James Grey
First, let’s get one thing clear: I’m for real. Yes, a male writer of erotica! No unicorns here! Ladies, I have all the right parts in my pants. End of story.
I am in my thirties. I am based in the UK and English is my mother tongue. But I am not British. Yes, this is a nom de plume. Yes, I am a professional, published writer in many different fields. Yes, my background tends towards the conservative. So I know you’ll appreciate my privacy needs.
Now then, I am an extremely naughty boy. The average guy thinks about sex, what is it, eight times an hour or something? For me, quadruple that. My imagination is a wild place. You’d have a lot of fun there.
So here’s the thing: I revere and worship women. I find your scent intoxicating. The feel of your gentle, soft skin is like a brush with the divine. Kissing your perfumed hair makes me close my eyes and silently give thanks.
I love to see you naked, adore it when your hair tumbles down in perfect curls over your bashful, beautiful breasts. When your body glows in the golden light of flame, it dazes me. I am entranced by the bead of sweat that forms on your tender neck, and gently trickles down your bare, tanned back. It’s one of my favourite parts of you, your back, because it’s your biggest expanse of skin. And that skin – every inch of it – is joy and wonder to me.
You are everything I am not. You fascinate me. I can never get enough of you.
But don’t be entirely fooled by the poetry. I am a man. I like
sports and lesbian porn. In my perfect world I would have a harem. On the other hand, I don’t like beer or cars or explosions very much, and I’m into literature, and I’m sensitive enough to cry at times. So maybe I’m not quite the stereotypical guy. I’m complicated. Just compare my stories Playdate and The Raven: they’re both true tales, and they’re both me.
Some of my work is fiction, some is fantasy, and some is honest-as-steel autobiographical. The more you connect with me, the sooner you’ll learn which is which.
At times I’ll write from your perspective. But what I’ll always do best is take you inside a man’s mind. When my men speak and think, you have a front-row seat. Nothing is softened for my audience. It’s raw, it’s real and it might just be an education.
Thank you for buying me, and letting me have this honest outlet for my passions. Thank you for the ongoing feedback and encouragement. The thought that you might be turned on by my words, turns me on more than you can know.
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Also by James Grey
Breaking Free
James Grey has a knack of letting his readers throw off the shackles
of repression. Nowhere can you experience this better than in his first anthology, Breaking Free.
How about a story where a girl lives out her teenage fantasy after getting a special pass to the locker room of her favourite football team? What about sharing your boyfriend with another woman? And what would you do if you were queen, with every male in the land at your beckon call?
You can also enjoy Hot Wet Touches, in which Claudia and Jake make their first, steamy acquaintance in one of Germany’s nude spa facilities. This surprising and vivid stranger-sex story (with a twist) was Grey’s debut erotic work.
Grey explores both male and female points of view in this collection, taking the reader on a rampant erotic journey into both sides of the romantic coin. Breaking Free is not for those who shock, and should not be read within the slightest reach of polite company.
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Also by James Grey
Ravenous Desires
James Grey's second anthology takes his writing to a whole new level of quality, sensuality and authenticity. Ravenous Desires is primarily a journey into the male romantic mind: a surprising ride on which you can expect the unexpected. But you’ll also find Grey’s trademark female voices too. And don’t worry…the sex is still there in abundance!
The collection features three new stories, plus Hot Wet Touches II, which is also available as a stand-alone on Amazon. There’s a highly personal element to all of the stories in this collection, inspired by the author's life and love experience. Just where reality ends and imagination begins is something you’ll have to ask James!
Headline story The Raven is an original, emotional tale that toys with a new style and perhaps a new direction. One thing it won’t do is leave you cold.
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Also by James Grey
Hot Wet Touches Amsterdam
Fate works in mysterious ways. She could have gone to the spa on a different day. He could have relaxed in a different Jacuzzi. Their eyes might not have met when she stepped, naked and tentative, into the warm water.
But their eyes did meet. That winter evening in Amsterdam, fate did throw them together. They traded numbers. Things were all set to happen.
But now fate is trying to rip them apart. He thinks she's avoiding him. She thinks he must have met someone else. Will they find a way to pick up the thread and fulfil their white-hot destiny?
Hot Wet Touches Amsterdam is a stand-alone erotic novella for adults. It does not directly follow this author's Hot Wet Touches series, though these make good background reading.
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Also by James Grey
Her Desire Awakened
You’ve just moved back into the city. You’re done unpacking in your stunning new apartment. It’s Friday night. You’re not sure what to do, but you’re deliriously happy. The radio’s turned up and you’re making Prosecco disappear. Oh, and the divorce is through. You’re finally single again.
You’re in the mood for letting go. Perhaps for doing something a little wild. Something you’ve never done before. Something you wouldn’t tell your mother. You feel empowered and sexy. You can do what you want.
No, really, you can! Because in this novel, James Grey’s second, you’ll make the decisions about which path your evening takes. Choosing may be agony, but ecstasy awaits. Delicious, unspeakable, salacious ecstasy.
Your night is in your own hands. Whatever choices you make, you’re not going to believe what you’re capable of…
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Contents
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
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