Complete Erotica Anthology: Plugged, Stretched, and Filled (Erotica Variety Pack - BDSM, Spanking, Well Hung... Book 2)

by Lily Love

  Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I look over. An elderly woman stood there dressed in what appeared to be a maid’s outfit. Cute. Monroe even has maids.

  “Good morning to you too,” I exclaim with a smile as she walks over to the bathroom and starts running a bath.

  “Monroe welcomes to you breakfast in the dining area after you get cleaned up. I’ve brought some clothes I think you’ll enjoy. It’s not often he lets his women stay overnight, much less have breakfast with him you know.”

  I smiled and walked into the bathroom then slipped into the warm bath. “How many women does he have over?”

  She returned the smile, “Well, come to think of it. Not many. You would be surprised with him being so rich and all.”

  I began washing myself as she kept talking, “I’ve been in his service for a few months now and honestly I can only remember him bringing home two women. Oddly enough, they both looked very similar to you.”

  While rinsing myself off, I replied, “That is odd. Does he have some sort of fetish for women who… look like me?”

  The maid sat down on the toilet next to me and leaned over close. Awkwardly close and whispered, “You know. He’s looking for this girl he met back in high school. I guess he never really got over her. It’s the weirdest thing really.”

  I stood up from the tub and began drying off. Even the towels were extravagant and lined with gold. Go figure.

  “Do you know her name?” I said quietly in response.

  The maid glanced at the door and looked back at me. “I’ve overheard him talking to his wife about it, and he’s looking for a girl named Jessie. I know your name is Jessie, but come on. Monroe has been looking for her for years and hasn’t found her. At this point, I think the whole thing is made up and the money is making him lose his mind. Did you go happen to go to the same high school or something?”

  I nodded.

  This lady sure does talk a lot for being a maid. I couldn’t imagine hiring someone who talks so much… especially if they talked about me behind my back.

  “I did. I actually blew him off when he asked me to the school dance. He was one of those guys who didn’t really care much about his schooling and showed off in front of the girls. Not really my type,”—I reached out my hand, — “I’m Jessie, obviously, what’s your name? I didn’t catch it.”

  My hand was left hanging in the air as she replied, “Emily. I’m Monroe’s mother-in-law.”

  Emily stood and turned walked out of the bathroom. She seemed to have the same air about her as Monroe’s wife. I could tell she didn’t like me.

  Fuck. I bet she was digging for information. If she feels I’m a threat to his wife… then I’m a threat to her and her perfect little life. God damnit.

  Picking up the dress Emily brought in, I quickly realized it didn’t fit. At all.

  That bitch! She even took my dress from last night. I have nothing to wear. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I walked over to the intercom and pressed the button as I as wrapped myself up in the towel.

  “Hello?”

  The intercom crackled for a moment then responded, “Yes Jessie?”

  “I could use something to wear. Something… cute.”

  As if a guy could understand any of that. I’m sure I was speaking Spanish to him.

  “Look inside the wardrobe. I believe it is already set up for you.”

  Stunned, I replied, “…alright. Thanks!”

  Inside the walk-in closet was packed full of clothing. Every dress color, length and style I could possibly imagine. Shoes too.

  Picking out a cute outfit was easy. Everything went perfect with the necklace.

  Alright. Breakfast.

  I took a deep breath and walked into the hall.

  Chapter Six

  Monroe sat at the end of the table with his wife to his right and his mother-in-law to his left. He wore a full black suit with a gold watch. His white collared shirt underneath was pressed and without wrinkle. I couldn’t imagine the amount of time it must have taken him to get ready this morning. Normally I was the same way… but if the mother-in-law wasn’t there jabbering all morning I could have taken my time and been much more put together as well.

  I was on the opposite end. The table was blanketed with a white cloth accented with a gold inlaid cross pattern. Atop was stacked with pancakes, fruits and rolls. Beautiful.

  The wife. The crazy bitch. She sat there picking at her food, nibbling here and there while complaining about something under her breath the entire time. Barely audible. Not that I wanted to listen to her anyways.

  Monroe’s eyes never left mine as we ate in silence. The birds chirping said more than anyone at that table did until every plate was clean.

  “I’m out for the evening. Today is the salon,” Monroe’s wife said bluntly as she stood and stared at my necklace.

  Monroe replied, “Have fun Lacey. See you tonight.”

  His response was flat and obviously forced. There was definitely something going on between them.

  Emily scowled at me as she spoke up, “And what are your plans Jessie? Are you off to pick up your kids from school or are you… staying here?”

  Every nerve in my body twitched as she mentioned kids. “I don’t have kids, but to answer your question, I’m not sure. I don’t really have plans. I suppose I should get to work.”

  Monroe sat there without expression. He sure did have one hell of a poker face.

  “Do what you like. I’m leaving for the day as well. Monroe will show you out.”

  I nodded as I watched Monroe push his plate towards the center of the table then nod to the waiter.

  Emily stood and looked at me with the same scowl as before then walked behind me and muttered, “Bitch…”

  I turned and looked back at her, but she was already at the door. She turned and smirked then alked out.

  Monroe spoke up, “I’m sorry about that. She really isn’t the nicest person you’ll ever meet.”

  Smiling, I replied, “No worries. I’ve never had to deal with in-laws so I’m not really sure how to handle someone like that. Go you for being so understanding.”

  The plates were cleared from the table as we continued talking.

  “Come here,” he said firmly as he pulled his wife’s chair away from the table and tapped on it.

  I sat next to him.

  His wife would surely flip a shit if she knew what was going on… or would she? He is a swinger and surely she follows the media as well.

  “Jess, I have a story to tell you.”

  Smiling, I nodded.

  “There was once a boy who fell in love with a girl. Her smile, her hair, and even the way she carried herself made him want her even more. Their lives were different. He loved attention and she loved to work. He said hi, she turned away. She never noticed all the little things he did for her. As the girl grew up, she found things were paid for without her knowledge. She always thought she won contests. The cars, the home, the job…”

  Suddenly it all clicked. He’s always been there for me. From the first time we met, he’s taken care of me. Buy why marry another?

  I cut him off, “Why did you get married?”

  His eyes grew solemn for a moment. “My father, he passed the company down to me and with his dying words he told me to marry Lacey. Lacey is the daughter of his best friend who co-owned the business with him. I guess he wanted the money to always stay within the two families.”

  “Do you love her?”

  Monroe looked out the window at the men mowing the massive lawn, “I did… or at least I thought I did at one point.”

  “You have everything you could possibly want. Why not leave her and find another that you do love?”

  He looked back at me with a bit of smile, “Perhaps I will once I find the right one. We’ll see. The mother currently has a stake in the business and has taken over much of the finances. If I were to leave Lacey right now or simply cause a divorce, I’m sure I would be left with l
ittle to nothing. It’s a tricky situation.”

  Monroe continued, “I’ll put it all out on the table. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I’ve always loved you. I’ve always been there for you,” —my heart skipped a beat, “But right now, I simply can’t. I had to see you again though. You are the one thing I desire… yet can’t have.”

  His hand slid over my knee and up my dress as we sat there in silence contemplating the situation at hand. Slowly and ever so lightly I felt him pull my panties to the side and flit around my slit. I was wet for him, oh so wet for him.

  If there was ever a time in my life where I wanted pure carnal ravaging sex, now was that time. God now was that time.

  I slid back in my chair, gripping the sides tightly until my knuckles were white. Why does he torture me so?

  “Take me,” I said under my breath as we sat there in silence with his fingers twirling around the outer edges of my pussy.

  Monroe stood up and nodded. “You are mine. You’ve always been mine, and you always will be.”

  His words came from such a sensual place, but somehow brought a chill up my spine. It’s almost as if he talked about me as an object. An object to be wanted, used and desired. Wasn’t I worth more than that?

  I felt Monroe’s hand slide around mine with only my wetness between us.

  “You are mine,” he spoke again as he walked towards the door with me in tow.

  Chapter Seven

  Monroe’s took off his gold watch and set it on the side table. He quickly unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves as if he was getting ready to do manual labor. I knew he wasn’t – but in a way, he was.

  The massive bed in the center of the room was like a vortex sucking us in. There was no way to escape the darkness before us.

  I laid on my back on the bed as I watched him. His hands moved ever so gracefully such as the king or sultan of a kingdom… and I was in his bed. I was the one he needed.

  Monroe looked at me and spoke softly, “Jess – Close your eyes. Imagine yourself in a place far away where we can be together.”

  My heart skipped a beat. He called me Jess. Only my close friends called me Jess, and within only a couple days Monroe was much more than that.

  I let my mind drift as he pulled my hands apart and tied them to each of the bed poles. He did the same to each of my legs. One at time, gently, yet firmly, he put them exactly where and how he wanted them. I was his, yet he was not mine.

  My eyes opened just a bit as I watched him pull out his thick cock. His free hand ever so gently ran down my dress over my breasts. Fingers twirled around my nipples, pinching and pulling as he stroked himself hard.

  “No words,” he said.

  I nodded as he clicked off the light. A single beam of light lit the bed from the window. The rest was darkness. Everything was in shades of grey as he unbuttoned his jacket and neatly folded it over the chair. His pressed white shirt came next, which exposed his perfectly toned, athletic chest underneath. I could already feel myself wet for him as he walked over to the bed with his dick hanging out of his pants.

  Opening my mouth to speak sweet nothings, I remembered his words.

  He saw what I almost did and gave me a taunting look with a smile. Picking up his tie off of the white shirt, he wrapped it around my head and tied it within my mouth.

  Nodding to himself, I felt his mouth begin at my toes. Each one was ever so lightly kissed and pulled at with his mouth. I wanted him. I needed him.

  I could feel my walls constricting with each kiss as he neared the edge of my dress. His head went under as he proceeded to find my spot. My panties slid to the side as I gripped the ropes that bound me to the bed. I could feel myself entering into the dark world he had created for me.

  Monroe found my button with his tongue. Pleasure crept up with such deliberate force, much like a glacier moving slowly through the ocean. Nothing could stop him. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

  His tongue slid inside, bringing a world of such intense pleasure with it. My hands, gripping tighter, felt the pull and burn of the rope around my wrists. God what I wouldn’t do to be able to grab his head and push him deeper between my legs.

  I felt his hard cock against my leg as he slid up and down licking me. Sensations of lust and love filled my fingertips and exploded like fireworks down my arms and into my chest. My heart wouldn’t slow down. Adrenaline pumping, I pulled at the bindings with every motion he made with his tongue. He knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it.

  His finger slid inside, one… followed by another. He played his game, taunting me into his lustful affair as he curled the tip just inside.

  My mouth opened to scream as the pain and pleasure mixed into a swirling dark pot of emotion as he grabbed my breast with one hand and pulled my clit into his mouth. His tongue twitched and flicked in circles, pulling and nibbling at the very thing that made my body convulse with every touch.

  Finally able to take a breath, I did, as he withdrew his mouth. I felt as if I hadn’t had one in ages.

  His hands went to my dress. One on each side. He pulled – his perfectly toned muscles bulged with the force as he tore it down the center. My breasts and pussy were exposed for him. They were his.

  I felt his mouth slide up my chest to mine. His cologne filled the air, mixing with the smell of sex and desire. Emotions and memories bubbled within me. He had always been there for me, but I was simply too stupid to notice… and yet he still was there.

  Monroe’s thick cock slid up my chest as he straddled me. I felt my breasts press together as he firmly grabbed each one and slid his cock between. Moans echoed throughout the large room as I watched him tilt his head back in pure ecstasy.

  My pussy wet, I felt him withdraw his cock and slide it down between my legs, leaving a trail of pre-cum the whole way. His cock flicked up and down, tensing in excitement. My eyes caught his. A devilish grin spread across his face as he placed his body over mine.

  His skin touched and pressed against me. Two bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Then penetration. He pushed himself inside.

  The glacial movement from earlier turned into a fiery inferno as he started to move faster and faster. Each thrust brought a new level of pleasure as I laid there with my body spread wide open for him to use. Pumping against my body, I felt the carnal desire he felt. He needed me, and I needed him. We were at one with each other. A synchronized force to be reckoned with.

  Sounds of the bed slamming against the wall intensified as he hammered into me with his thick cock spreading my lips wide with each powerful push.

  His hands gripped the front of the bed as his mouth pulled on my neck. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My walls clenched tight onto his cock and held him firmly deep within me. If there was ever a way to hold a man, this way the way.

  He slowed his thrusting as I felt myself cum on his cock. I reached the pinnacle of the mountain. Groans of pleasure filled my ears as the world spun around me. His hand grabbed onto my neck and squeezed. The pain spiked the intensity to a level I had never experienced. Had I really been missing out this entire time?

  Monroe smiled as he quickened his hips once again. His hand clenched tighter around my neck with his other hand holding the back of my head. Breathing heavily in my ear, I knew he was enjoying himself.

  His shaft tensed once, twice, then finally exploded inside me. Pumping his hot cum inside, I could feel his entire body turn to rock in moments. Grunting with each slow thrust, he kept going till every drop was inside.

  “Oh Jess… how you turn me on,” he whispered into my ear as he rolled to my side.

  The stinging sensation in my wrists returned as I felt him unbind my hands then feet. It quickly disappeared as my sex high took over.

  My words jumbled around in my head as my mouth opened to speak, “I… I… Wow, I’m sex stoned,” I barely managed to say as I rolled over and cupped the back of his head and pulled him towards me.

  Monroe smiled as he turned his legs to the
side of the bed and stood up. “Welcome to my world. Please stay with me here. We’ll figure something out.”

  I watched him dress himself as he pulled his cock back inside his pants and button up his shirt, then finally wrap his jacket around himself.

  “I’ll think about it,” I said in a foggy haze.

  Without a doubt in my mind, I knew I wanted to stay. I just didn’t know if it was possible. Wouldn’t his bitch wife and mother-in-law have something to say? What if this affair caused a divorce and left him with nothing?

  My mind suddenly clearing, a single question popped into my mind, “Why did the media say you were a swinger if you were always waiting and taking care of me?”

  Monroe looked at me, “That’s just the media. I do bring women home with me from time to time, but it’s only to confuse them, my mother-in-law and my wife into thinking I’m a swinger. If they think I’m a swinger, then they will think no feelings are involved. I’ve always known who you were, and always tried to fill in the hole that was left when you said no. Finally I realized I had waited long enough and reached out to you. I’m glad you came.”

  I could only imagine what my expression was at that time as I replied, “Me too. We’ll figure something out.”

  Monroe nodded and opened the door to leave.

  “I’ll see you tonight,” he said with a devilish grin.

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