Sweeter Than Chocolate: Valentine's Day Anthology

by Gina Kincade

He entered behind Missy, a bleached-blond with one black strip of hair down the right side of her head. She was skinny, in a very sexy model type of way. One thing Shannon had mastered—having women included in her time with Mark—was not to compare bodies, but enjoy them.

  “They all know the drill tonight,” Mark continued. “You are to be addressed as Ms. Shan. You call the shots. And, they can walk at any time if they are not comfortable with something you ask—or well, demand—of them. Each of them drove here. I just met them all in the bar so we could come to you together. It’s hopping in there tonight, by the way. Looks nice. All the pink and red hearts everywhere. So, I brought you this.” Mark held up one of the frilly hearts. It was shredded and the size of a large platter.

  She couldn’t stifle her laugh. Only he could do that, make her laugh when she was ready to break down into a good cry, or spit nails, or any sort of hysterics. The emotions were all at the surface now, and she let the tremble of the laugh run over them like a waterfall over a hot body, forcing herself to chill out a little.

  “Cute,” she said through stifling her chuckles, which for some damn reason wouldn’t stop now. She touched the torn up heart, fingering the demolished lace. She looked straight up into his eyes, her fingers falling, pulling the edge of the lace clean off.

  He took the paper from her hand. “No worries. Couldn’t look any worse. May I hang it up?”

  “Sure, go for it. Fits the mood.” Shannon gave him a shrug, dismissing him and turning toward her guests.

  “So, Ms. Shan. Here we are, your willing participants.” Mark winked, hanging the shredded heart off the overhead light in the middle of her living room, just past all of her guests standing there awaiting instruction. “Rage on, Lady.”

  It had become a catch phrase between them, a play off on the name of her bar. Something he said to calm her down when she was ranting, or to wind her up before a new sexual encounter she was hesitant about.

  “I plan on it. Strip, all four of you,” she barked more than she meant to. “Then, side by side, I want you to get on the couch on your knees, facing the kitchen, hands on the back of the couch.”

  Shit, that had felt so good to say.

  Her apartment was a tiny, semi-studio with the kitchen and living room separated by her couch, which lead to nice access on all sides of the piece of furniture. The set up had come in handy on many occasions.

  She sat back down on a recliner in the corner to watch, feeling wanton; legs spread open wide, with one hanging over the arm of the chair. She toyed with the flogger, having laid the paddle at her feet. She felt like quite the picture, and that only added to the whole scenario before her.

  In charge.

  Queen of the party.

  Sexy. Horny.

  And ready to flog the asses being slowly revealed to her.

  Mark and Scott had their shirts off. Each of them had come in street clothes, looking sexy as hell anyway. As they kicked off their shoes, she sat straight up and stopped them.

  “Wait. Mark and Scott. Stop a second there. I like the jeans only look. Why don’t you stop undressing now and get up on the couch.” She chewed on her lip as she let her thoughts go. “But don’t bend over. I want you on your knees, but hands behind your heads, backs erect. Want to appreciate those abs a bit first.”

  Mark was giving her a sly smile as Scott put his hands in his jeans pocket, giving her a nod and a cocky smile. The girls had stopped, both down to bras and panties at the moment.

  “What, Scott? Ms. Shan can change her mind any time she wants. Lisa and Missy, how about bras off, but panties on. You two I want as I said before, on knees, bent over, hands on the back of the couch.”

  She watched them all obey, walking around the couch slowly at first. Two sets of boobs were now bare before her. Lisa’s full figured breasts hung heavy while Missy’s probably size B cups were all up there, pert and ready.

  “Damn, I almost came just looking at the sight before me. I have four asses presented for me to do with as I wish. Sweet breasts. Tight abs. I am one lucky bitch tonight. I just may reconsider my stance on Valentine’s Day after all.” But she caught herself quickly. “No comment, Mark!”

  “No, Ms. Shan.”

  Second trip around the couch, she could contain her hands no longer, and got right to work. Mark, with his chiseled muscles, thick, stocky, rugged, was a masterpiece of the male anatomy. She fingered a nipple, gave it a little twist. Not thinking things through as she had trained herself to do during their times together, she kissed the cheek where he had grimaced so cutely a second ago.

  She ran her fingers lightly down his back and over his denim covered ass. Then, she let her hand slip for a few seconds between his thighs to give his cock, already hard to some degree, a little squeeze.

  “Nice, babe!” She accented the “babe” with a deep tone, mimicking him, as he sometimes referred to her.

  Standing to his side a bit, right behind Missy, the newcomer, she rubbed Mark’s back again, lining up the flogger. It hit against the denim, making a nice sound, cutting the air, swiping across the material. She started with him, because in his jeans she knew his ass could take a lot. She needed to start out hard, let loose some of what had built inside her, the tension of watching four people undress in front of her. She felt like a rope was tied through her middle from her feet to her heart, and it was twisted. Each time she swung, the tension on it loosened a bit, unraveled some.

  Mark grunted a few times, her signal to herself that he was getting to the point of what he could take. She was sure he could take more, but she set her own boundaries, her own rules, when she played this role.

  When she stepped back a moment, laid the flogger beside him, Mark said, “Thank you, Ms. Shan.” She loved the way his voice sounded strained with both pleasure and pain.

  Loved!

  There's that damn word again.

  So? Fuck, yeah.

  I love getting him excited, making that thick dick of his hard.

  What of it?

  Next second, she had to stifle her own huge smile. At least she did until she stepped around to say ‘you’re welcome,’ and see his huge grin.

  “Was going to say you’re welcome, but now I just want to wipe that grin off your face, I think,” she practically spit, completely off-balance, unsure why the rope had tightened up again. She rocked her head from side to side, hearing her neck crack. The names Jekyll and Hyde came to mind.

  Get a grip.

  Enjoy!

  That’s an order!

  “Do your worst, Ms. Shan. Please.” His attempt at forcing his facial muscles to stop the grin was pathetic, and she couldn’t stop her own laugh. Again, the tight cord inside her loosened a touch.

  She pushed back her shoulders, reached out and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Commando as usual, his cock popped out. To touch it now would give him pleasure, so she decided to withhold her urge to grab it, take it in her mouth, and maybe even bite the yummy looking piece of meat.

  She stepped behind them all again, admired the four bodies a second, then yanked Mark’s jeans down. They bunched up around his thighs, bared his rock hard ass, nice full globes a beautiful shade of red and which were about to become redder. He’d had his breather.

  She grabbed the leather paddle, quick to bring it against Mark’s now bare ass. Each smack of leather against skin, each mark it brought out on this un-tanned part of his flesh, made her skin tingle. His ass cheeks clenched and relaxed, beyond hot. Not able to help herself, she bent down and bit him, the red skin warm against her lips. He let out a yelp of surprise, maybe pain, and she giggled just a touch.

  He turned to her, the way his face was scrunched up showing he was ready to play a little whoop ass on her, some fun retribution. They’d done it before, quickly switched roles. Had the situation been different, she would have readily flipped the switch tonight, too, she knew. The mood she was in, up and down and all over the place.

  “Thank you, Ms. Shan,” he spoke her name t
hrough clenched teeth. The dark look behind his eyes, one sexy, one devious, made that invisible cord threaded through her un-wind a bit more. Him wanting her. She could be honest enough with herself to know that she wanted that.

  “You’re welcome. I can tell by your nicely formed erection, so hard, so red, the veins bulging…” She let the paddle glide over the top of his hard on, watching his red ass clench. “Hmmm, I can see that you liked every minute of it. I’m all warmed up now. Just need a quick sip of water to soothe my throat and then it's and on to the others. Stay erect, and I mean your cock and your back, while I work. Eyes forward, please. That means everyone, Scott.”

  She already knew how much Scott liked to watch.

  Chapter Five

  Shannon twisted the cap of the bottle of water and guzzled half the contents. With a sigh of contentment, she moved on to the newcomer next, just going in order on the couch. Missy was just so petite, so skinny, so picture perfect. She couldn’t wait to play with her.

  Moving behind the other woman, she swatted her tiny ass with the flogger first, lightly, feeling her out. Missy did this sexy wiggle of her hips with each swipe of the tiny leather strips along her shockingly electric blue lace panties.

  “You like that, don’t ya, girl? I’m guessing you’ve been spanked before,” Shannon said, a purr coming into her voice finally. Relief like a wave of warm water flooded over her tight muscles at the sound.

  “I have, Ms. Shannon. Please. More.”

  “And, she knows how the game is played, too. Mark just might be getting an extra treat tonight for choosing so well.”

  After a few more hits with the flogger, the girl was killing Shannon with her moans, her movements. She ripped the blue lace down to the woman’s knees, rubbed her hands over the already red ass. It was warm, but not hot. So, Ms. Shan went for the paddle. But before she swung, she dropped it, thinking she wanted to spank this one differently. She wanted to feel the silky looking skin with her own.

  “Missy. I have other plans for you. Please, get off the couch, step out of your panties, and come join me behind the couch for an over my knee, bare handed spanking where the others can watch.”

  Missy did exactly as she was asked, following Ms. Shan as she grabbed a kitchen chair. There was a tiny grin on Missy’s face as she not only laid her body over Ms. Shan’s knee where she sat on a wooden chair, but also let her legs fall open. Her slit shimmered with wetness, and Shannon couldn’t help but to run a finger along it, making the girl cry out. This incited Shannon to bring her hand down hard on Missy’s ass a good five times. The girl cried out in obvious pleasure, grinding her mound on Shannon’s hose-covered thighs.

  She hit her a few more times for good measure, rubbing her red ass with her hand in between swats, accentuating the warmth, the sting on her own palm as well as on the girl’s cheeks. Only, Shannon was the one getting really excited. Her pussy throbbed already and she needed release badly all of the sudden. More than she could have imagined she would, to the point she was doing some wiggling of her own. She hadn’t planned on it so early in the game, but this was her show and she was following her every whim. They had all night, but she was the host, the one in command. She could come as many times as she wanted, right? And she needed to, now, in the worst way, with Mark watching.

  She glanced at those on the couch, Lisa biting her lip. Shannon didn’t think the girl was worrying, but anxiously waiting her turn. Scott, that cocky ass grin still on his face, was without a doubt just waiting his turn. Mark, on the other hand, his erection looked almost painful. Yet he was watching Shannon with an intense look that bore right through her, actually tightening the muscles in her stomach right back up again.

  Damn him!

  “Get up, Missy,” Shannon barked. “I want you to get on your knees and lick me. Suck me, hard, until I come.”

  Mark let out a gasp. Shannon smiled. She knew from the last time Lisa was over just how much he liked to watch another woman eat her out. If she wanted to please or frustrate him, she hadn’t a clue or a care.

  Missy fell to her knees, placed her tiny hands lightly on Shannon’s thighs, and opened her legs. Scooting up the leather skirt, the woman exposed Ms. Shan’s slick pussy to all eyes in the room. She creamed at the thought, moving her ass on the chair as she watched Mark’s mouth fall open further and his eyes sparkle.

  She kept her gaze locked on Mark as the girl’s slim fingers spread open her lips and she felt her tiny tongue swipe over her opening. Her hips came off the chair, her hands grabbing the woman’s hair and directing her mouth to her clit. Her subject willingly laved her engorged nub and then took the swollen peal into her mouth, sucking hard, wildly, just as Shannon liked it. She rode the woman’s face, holding her head tight, staring at Mark, loving each emotion that flitted behind his eyes, across his face.

  Only when she came, abruptly and hard, all over Missy’s face, it was what she saw written all over Mark’s face that scared the shit out of her. She rode the waves of pleasure, the tightening and releasing of her stomach muscles continuing as her heart did a little flip in her chest. She couldn’t define it exactly, but it was some frightening shit.

  Chapter Six

  Barely able to get the words out, but wanting to run and hide, Shannon commanded Missy back to the couch and then moved to stand behind Lisa. She had the stupid urge to ask for a hug, a bit of comfort, and she didn’t even know why, or at least she was not going to acknowledge the ridiculous urge. The kind she only let show with Mark.

  Oh, this is bad!

  If she didn’t know better, she would swear the man had planned everything out to a ‘t’ just to get to her. But even she knew, as great as he was, it was simply not possible.

  With a huge sigh she had not meant to let loose out loud, she surprised Lisa. She knew by the way the woman tensed up when she laid her body against her back, wrapped her arms around her middle, and put her hands in the woman’s full breasts. She rubbed them as she rubbed her own front, pretty much covered in leather, against the other woman’s back. She let the sensations overwhelm her mind, dumb ass thing that it was.

  The woman’s nipples were hard against her palms as she groped Lisa’s breasts. More than handfuls, she rubbed, grabbed, and then pinched her nipples. Letting her hands go of their own accord until she realized they were running flat against soft flesh down over the woman’s stomach, finding their way to her mound. One hand slipped in her panties, combing through the short clipped hair and cupping the heated flesh there. The fingers of her other hand slipped under the thin strip over Lisa’s slit, playing between her wet folds as she held the woman against her, started to kiss the curves of the woman’s back. She bit at the flesh, unable to get enough. She could feel Lisa’s lungs expand with rapid breaths. Obviously, she’d taken her off guard not spanking her, but the woman was not disappointed.

  Shannon was feeling out of it and enjoying the sheer distraction of Lisa’s body. She let a finger slip up inside her, felt her inner walls grip and release, so she added another. The woman writhed over her, moving to the pace Shannon set. The pads of her fingers on her other hand found the woman’s pulsing clit and rubbed over it in circles. Lisa started to cry out. It didn’t take long for her to come, panting in time with Shannon’s heartbeat.

  “Sorry, Ms. Shan. I was so worked up after waiting through the other two.”

  “No apologies, Lisa. I needed your body as much as you needed that release,” she whispered into the woman’s ear, sure the others heard some of it but not caring. Her emotions were heightened, and she needed more. Something. Anything. She just wasn’t sure what.

  Maybe a one way ticket to the loony bin in one of those white jackets.

  Or maybe a show?

  “Tell you what, Lisa,” Shannon continued, “I want you to spank Scott. I want to watch you remove his jeans, and with the paddle alone, spank his ass red for me. Do you think you can do that?”

  “Yes, Ms. Shan. I won’t disappoint you.”

  As
Lisa bared Scott, his more narrow but just as muscular ass out now for her to see, distract herself from herself with, Shannon couldn’t help but to still give orders like she was possessed by some sex starved demon.

  “Spread his legs more. I want to watch that erection grow from behind him. Bend him over more, too.”

  She sat, her arms forward between spread open thighs on the recliner.

  “Yes, Ms. Shan.”

  The man looked drop dead fantastic being bent over by the woman’s hand. Shannon got lost in each hit of the paddle on his ass, each grunt he gave, each little sound Lisa made swinging. His dick got harder, swinging a little between his thighs as his ass reddened under each hit. Shannon’s pussy buzzed, little electric shocks going through it with each smack on Scott’s ass.

  As Lisa continued, Shannon actually let herself relax a bit, think over what she wanted next from this group. Pairings, different positions, swam around her mind at a dizzying pace and she was already close to breathless, seeing spots in front of her eyes. Maybe, she just wanted to sit back a second and watch until she or Scott couldn’t take it any more. Until her nipples were so hard they would throb, her pussy so ready she would practically orgasm with the slightest touch.

  “Enough,” she wheezed out finally, her breathing accelerated, draped over the recliner in the corner. “Scott, come present your ass to me.”

  Scott walked over to the chair and turned so his ass was in front of her face. She laid her palms on it, luxuriating in the warmth.

  “Nicely done, Lisa. Now, I want you guys to pair up a bit. Let’s see, guys on the floor. Mark you may grab a blanket from my closet. Women, I want you on the couch. I want each pair to sixty-nine on each other.”

  She chewed on the edge of her flogger as the couples got into position. There were female mouths on spread open and wet pussies, and below that were large, strong hands and lips wrapped around long thick cocks. The sounds, both deep groans and little whimpers; the smells, both sweet and spicy; the sights, all hot and wicked. She cried out, her hand having traveled to her twitching folds.