Six Degrees of Passion

by Savannah Chase

  Six Degrees of Passion

  Six Degrees of Passion

  Midpoint

  Six Degrees of Passion © July 2102 by Kiki Howell, Abby Hayes, Cassandre Dayne, DH Black, Benjamin T Russell, and Savannah Chase

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  Six Degrees of Passion

  by

  DH Black

  Abby Hayes

  Cassandre Dayne

  Benjamin T Russell

  Savannah Chase

  Kiki Howell

  A Little Rough Make-Up Sex

  by Kiki Howell

  As he stood before her, bent at the waist, his ass cheeks spread wide giving her a picture perfect view of his puckered hole.

  “I’m ready. My ass will take any punishment you feel you need to inflict. Don’t hold back. I want and deserve it for what I did,” Adam’s voice hung as heavy as his cock did between his thighs. “Get it all out of your system so we can move on. You’ve spanked me before. You know what I can endure, what I would endure for you. I love you, more than I think you know.

  My fault, of course.”

  Cynthia grabbed fast for the wooden paddle she’d dropped seconds ago on the floor.

  Tears burnt her eyes as she got back into position. There was a time she thought she could never forgive this man, this vampire, her maker, who owned her heart despite all her hate for him. The edge of the pain turned them both on. So, could this really be a punishment? Or, was it just what she needed? This time, she had more of a psychological mission, something to heal within her, more purpose than just the building of passion.

  Smack! The sound of wood against flesh resounded through the room, vibrated through her.

  His jaw clenched, but his smile now revealed fangs. Every muscle in his muscular legs and arms tensed as his dick hardened.

  “I love you, too,” she whispered.

  Smack!

  Adam let out a jagged breath.

  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

  She stopped only when her biceps screamed out from sudden overexertion. Her chest heaved each unnecessary breath. Trying to take back a measure of control over her mind and body, Cynthia noticed how violently she trembled.

  His ass burned a crimson red against the rest of his pale skin, and his erection had turned a similar color, flush with blood from his last feed. He’d made no sound, but his fingers dug into his calves. Only her strength could hurt him.

  She dropped the wooden paddle at her feet and turned to run. From what, she didn’t know. As fast as she moved, so did Adam. He grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.

  “No,” he snarled. “Neither of us will ever run from the other again. I deserved that and more for what I did to you. To us.” With a deep breath, he took her face into his large hands.

  “Sorry. I’m mad at myself, not at you. You can beat me every night, until my ass bleeds, if that's what it will takes for you to forgive me.”

  “No, Adam,” Cynthia said, stoic, making a frail attempt to stamp down all the emotions that rushed through her like wind through a tunnel.

  He cut her off, “Stop. Look at the reality of what you’ve done to me. Truth is, I loved it.

  You know how I like it rough. It wasn’t really a punishment, but a pleasure. But, if you need to get some sort of anger out, some aggression, any negative emotions left in regards to us, you use me. I want it, as redemption, as love, as foreplay…what the hell ever it needs to be for us to be together.”

  Taking her wrist, Adam placed her hand on his rock hard erection. When her fingers responded by curling around him, he made a sound as if someone had punched him in the gut.

  She abruptly dropped to her knees in front of him and sucked all she could of his cock into her mouth. He cried out while she swallowed him, pushing her lips as close to the root of his cock as they'd go, holding back her fangs from releasing.

  The strangled sound he made startled her. Cynthia pulled away, let him fall from her mouth, only to bite just above his hip bone as she felt him come all over her neck and breasts.

  After his body jerked one last time, he tangled his fingers in her hair, angling her face up to look at him. A small last drop of cum formed on the head of his erection A few seconds ticked by before he looked down at her, revealed the tears that pooled in his eyes. She’d never seen him cry before. Her confident giant, her master, had broken.

  One tear spilled over onto his cheek as he started his confession. “I love you, Cynthia. I only wish it didn’t take me being the worst kind of bastard to realize how much.”

  “Adam,” she sighed, raising herself to stand.

  A gentleman by nature, he helped her up before he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her body against his. When her arms wrapped around his neck, his seed connected their chests like glue.

  “Tie me up, Adam. Take me like you used to. Make us one again, the way we used to be,” Cynthia pleaded.

  The End

  A LESSON IN BONDAGE

  By Cassandre Dayne

  This flasher was inspired by an ongoing story line from a D/s book titled, On Becoming His, that I recently Indy published. The book in an ongoing saga about one woman’s decision to enter into a D/s relationship, and the very emotional journey both she and her partner go through. I will continue to do several flashers about Jessie and Luke with my co-author of the second and third in the series, Benjamin T. Russell. On Becoming Her Sir will be releasing later this year. You can check my fan page on Facebook for upcoming details. I hope you enjoy.

  Panting, Jessie eased her hand into the bodice of her dress, pinching her nipple until the bud ached. Closing her eyes, she twisted the tender tissue between her fingers, savoring the slice of pain. Damn it she needed to feel something other than despair or anger with herself, her ugly behavior. What the hell was wrong with her? As she continued pinching she was surprised how much her pussy clenched. She was wet and horny and wasn’t certain Luke would go easy on her tonight. She hadn’t heard his voice filled with such darkness in a long time. Disappointment was a true bitch.

  In the next several seconds she glanced out the window and watched as the headlights of his car came into view. There was no doubt he was going to punish her. Of course she deserved whatever he gave her for her behavior was beyond impetuous and they both knew it, but she had a difficult time admitting when she was wrong, which royally pissed him off. Her Sir and the man who owned her, controlled her and disciplined her was not simply unhappy, she knew he was livid by the frosty inflections in the timbre of his voice. His phone call alon
e indicated how badly she’d fucked up. Closing her eyes, she tried to figure out how to apologize to him without sounding childish.

  Just then she heard the soft click of their bedroom door opening.

  “Jezebel.”

  Jessie froze the moment Luke spoke as he walked into the room and yet tingles raced down her spine. Tilting her head, she opened her eyes slowly and glanced down the length of his almost perfect body. Her lower lip quivering, seeing the collection of silk scarves in his hand gave her more than just a feeling of apprehension. Tonight was going to be the first time he tied her up. His phone call had been very clear. He was going to teach her a serious lesson. For some reason he had never even attempted to before and given their heated passion, the fact had been troubling her more and more lately. Now she was getting her wish – much to her chagrin.

  “You’re home, Sir.”

  “Yes, and I have been thinking about you,” Luke said, his voice filling with a sensual husk. “Tell me, were you good while I was gone?” Moving further into the room, he tilted his head, gazing down the length of her and back up slowly until he was able to gaze into her eyes.

  Nodding, he slid the crimson silk back and forth between his hands.

  Issuing a single moan, she knew his look – hunger. He was going to ravage her body.

  Swallowing hard, he brushed her hand down the side of her neck to the swell of her breasts, allowing a single finger to linger just inside her slip of a dress. Her Sir liked her in very feminine clothes and knew the very slinky material was garnering all of his attention by the bulge pushing hard against the tight confines of his pants. “May I drop to my knees and suck you, Sir? To welcome you home?” Dear God, she hoped he would allow her to.

  “No, my Jezebel. I have something else in mind tonight. Take off your dress.”

  Instantly Jessie pushed the spaghetti straps down her shoulders as she studied his face, unable to read his expression. Her pussy was wet with her growing desire and the second gravity took the thin material to the floor she felt several beads of her juice sliding down the inside of her thighs. There was no mistaking her cravings given the scent of her femininity floating into the humid space. Hot and in need, she longed to touch him, kiss him, but he would tell her when she was allowed. While she was always a little embarrassed standing naked in front of him, tonight she was even more apprehensive, as if she were truly exposed. Then again, Luke could see right through her. Her every emotion and every fear he knew as if by instinct.

  “Yes. You’re very beautiful as always but very willful. You continue to try me.”

  Wrapping the scarves around his hands, he pulled the silk taut as he took a step toward her. “Just what were you doing flirting with Joseph in the bar the other night? Hmmm?” Luke sighed and allowed the ends of the scarves to brush back and forth across her chest before sliding them down between her legs. “The man wants to be inside your sweet cunt, taking what belongs to me.

  He wants to drive his cock deep inside and you know only I can allow you to be with another man. So tell me, what were you doing with him, teasing him and whispering in his ear. More importantly why?” With one hand he reached out, cupping and kneading her breast before pinching and twisting her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. All the while his eyes were twinkling. “Very bad girl.”

  A flash of anguish coursed through her body. “I…” Opening her eyes wide, she allowed a single breath to escape before she averted his almost harsh gaze. How the hell had he detected anything? “I wasn’t flirting with him. I…”

  “Yes, kitty, you were. Don’t try and deny what you were doing.”

  As he walked around her in a full circle, allowing his hot breath to float over her skin, Jessie trembled. “Are you angry with me?”

  “Hmmm… I suppose I should be, but in truth I’m amused. You seem to forget sometimes just who owns you.” Luke stopped directly behind her and eased his hand around her neck, caressing her smooth skin before flicking his finger back and forth across the lock holding her collar in place. With his other hand he caressed her neck before wrapping his hand around, squeezing gently. “Very bad.” When he removed his hand from her throat, he snapped his hand across her ass before pushing a single finger in between her ass cheeks, slipping into her dark cavern.

  Shuddering as a slice of pain coursed through her, the reminder and the understanding weren’t lost on her. Inhaling deeply, she lowered her head and arched her back in reverence and tried to think of a way to apologize. She’d been toying with Joseph, an acquaintance from work and one who made no bones about the fact he wanted her in his bed, over the course of several weeks. She knew it and worse, Sir had caught her in her own bad behavior. “No, Sir. You own me. I will never forget.”

  “Really?” Adding a second finger, he thrust both inside her ass, hitting the tight ring of muscle as he exhaled slowly. Leaning down, Luke kissed the back of her neck, gathering the drops of perspiration on his tongue. “I’m going to remind you tonight just how much you do belong to me. Always and forever.” Growling, he bit down on her neck, drawing her tender flesh into his mouth.

  Gasping, she closed her eyes and brushed the back of her hand across her mouth. Being owned by him was the most exhilarating feeling in her life. He was her friend, her lover and her Sir. “Yes, Sir.”

  When he released her he licked across the back of her neck to her earlobe and whispered softly in her ear. “First a spanking and then you’re going to get your wish tonight. I’m going to tie you up.” Luke continued driving into her asshole for several seconds before removing his fingers and patting her ass cheeks. “And later I’m going to fuck you hard in that pretty ass of yours after tying you to the bed.”

  Excitement surged through her from the mere thought. Jessie blinked furiously and watched out of the corner of her eye as he pulled the hardback desk chair into the middle of the room. Turning around slowly, she studied him as he placed the long strands of silk on top of the desk and then opened a drawer, removing a mask, a set of nipple clamps and a wooden hairbrush. She stepped back and forth on her feet, nervous as a kitty cat.

  Luke held each instrument out, showing her his intentions, before dropping the clamps and mask onto the desk. Giving her a long stare, he sat down in the chair slowly and patted his lap. “Come to me.”

  Every step slow and deliberate, she inched forward and lowered her body across his knees, anticipation killing her. He’d been spanking her for discipline on and off since the beginning of their relationship and yet every time the seconds before nearly killed her. Still, she knew she deserved punishment and she hated herself for disappointing him. There was no reason to flirt with the overt man. None. Of course the guy wanted to fuck her. Joseph had made no bones about the fact of what he wanted to do to her.

  “Yes, very bad indeed.” As he rubbed down the length of her spine first with the tips of his fingers and then with the back of the brush, he slipped his other hand between her legs. “Are you wet for me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Placing her hands on the floor, she clenched her eyes shut as he pushed several fingers into her cunt. Instantly she moaned and wiggled on his lap.

  “Very wet indeed. I’m going to enjoy fucking you tonight.”

  Crack! Slap! Pop!

  “Oooohhh!!” Pain raced through her body mixing with her wild desires and she had to fight not to jerk up from his lap.

  “Yes, a nice red ass will remind you just how bad you are.”

  Pop! Whoosh! Slap!

  “So beautiful and so damn willful.”

  Slap! Crack! Pop!

  With each sharp snap of his wrist, Jessie was taken into a moment of pleasure and pain and finally into a heightened level of need, until she was panting with desire. He continued disciplining her for a full five minutes and when she heard him drop the brush to the floor, she exhaled slowly. Shuddering, Jessie whimpered slightly but not from anguish. From need.

  Gathering her into his arms, Luke captured her mouth, pressing his tongue insi
de, kissing her passionately as he rubbed his hand up and down her arm. Their tongues entwining, he brushed his hand between her legs, forcing her legs apart and thrusting his fingers deep inside her slickened pussy.

  Moaning into the kiss, Jessie’s eyes fluttered opened and closed as he continued driving into her with such force her muscles clamped around the invasion. A series of electric jolts coursed through her, leaving her breathless and clinging to his neck.

  When he eased back he licked around her mouth and removed his fingers before lifting them both off the chair and placing her on the seat. “Put your hands behind your back.” Showing her his hand, he remained unblinking as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, allowing the suckling sounds to filter between them.