Beautiful Nightmare

by Bella Juarez

  “May I, Mistress? Can I do this my way?”

  “Yes.” Her body quivered.

  Closing her eyes, she gripped his biceps as he eased her onto her back. He shoved the sheets away and undressed her. After hungering for him for so long, the feel of it would never get old. He continued mapping her body with his hands, making her drift, lose herself in the trail of heat over her flushed skin. Growing impatient, she needed release but wanted him being close to her to last. Her eyes flew open, and she moaned when he grazed her breasts and then gripped them a little more firmly. Under his palms, her nipples beaded, and her pussy damped when he slid his knee in between her legs. Such a powerful man, she let his protectiveness embrace her.

  Her pussy convulsed when his mouth made contact with her nipple. He sucked then licked each of them while rolling the other between his fingers. At a sudden nip, she twitched. He’s learning fast. She’d known if she ever had the chance to show him this side of her, he’d love it, and they’d make the emotional connection of a lifetime. Why had she been so afraid? Edging her higher, his hot nips continued, indicating he could dish out his own small torture. Releasing herself to the slight twinge of pain, her pussy clenched needing to be filled. Grabbing his muscular ass, she rocked her hips forward and silently directed him toward her slick cunt.

  “My way, remember, Tasha.” He chuckled sensually and resisted her attempts for control.

  Being stronger than she, he easily remained firm. Loving his power play, she’d always known he’d be a challenge and would never back down easily. Moments like this reminded her she was still a woman sharing her man’s heart and feelings through his touch. A hunger she couldn’t explain consumed her while he slipped a condom over his cock. He eased himself on top of her and shot her a wicked grin then dipped down to her breast. Writhing underneath him, she was rendered helpless while he continued his maddening caresses at her breasts with his fingers, teeth, lips, and tongue. She searched for his cock, wanting him to drive into her eager pussy hard, fast, and rough.

  “No, you’re not there yet.” He laced his fingers into hers and shoved her wandering hand down to the bed. “I want to hear you scream, baby.”

  “Fuck me! Now!”

  “Be patient,” he murmured against her lips.

  Digging her nails into his shoulders, she urgently tugged him to her. With a maddening chuckle, he released her hand, rose up, and grasped his cock. Like electricity skimming over water, the contact he made with her when he rubbed his cock against her juicy slit radiated throughout her body, making her shake with need.

  “So wet.”

  When he sank his finger into her pussy, she screamed and jerked her hips. He moved in and out, finding her sweet spot. She arched her back to meet his strokes, inching ever so close to a sweet climax, and when she had it within her grasp, he withdrew, leaving her pussy clenching emptiness. Such a damn tease…he’d pay for it later, she’d see to that. All of the evil ways she could get even with him flashed in her mind while he licked his fingers clean. She closed her eyes in delicious agony when he rubbed his cock against her slit, positioned himself to her entrance, and eased into her pussy. Painstakingly, he pushed his huge cock inside her. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size, but she didn’t give a damn about his size or her safety; she wanted him balls-deep inside her.

  The need he drew from her made her entire body tremble. To keep him from moving away, she wrapped her legs around him to press him closer. He didn’t budge, and she felt like a butterfly trying to move a block of granite. It was difficult to give up the control she masterfully held over almost everything in her life, but Aaron had been a game changer. He’d left her at a loss so often and while he dangled his affections just outside her grasp.

  He’d be challenging and wouldn’t give in to her demands without a fight. He never wavered, easing himself little by little inside her. With a sigh of satisfaction, she relaxed a bit when he came to rest on top of her. Staying still for a few moments, he let her get used to him, but her pussy wanted more and so did she. He understood without words and rose up on to his elbows, cupped her face and, without warning, reared back and slammed into her pussy. Ignoring her screams to go harder and faster, he started a firm rhythm, slow and steady.

  “Take it easy, my sweet Tasha, there’s no hurry.” He dipped his head to her breast to feast once more.

  The hum of her nerve endings made her drift closer yet to a climax. Last night, she’d put aside her own pleasure to give him the release he so desperately needed. She’d have to bond with him as his Mistress, putting his needs first. It was his turn to take care of her. Aaron had walked out of her dreams and leapt into her bed. Reality was turning out to be better than any fantasy she could conjure.

  Unexpectedly, he lightly bit her nipple and sent her headlong into another dimension. The supernova slamming her body made her muscles lock and her toes curl. When he picked up the pace, a second wave hit her, and she fought for air. Digging her nails into his biceps, she squeezed her legs around his waist in a death grip, her climax reaching its pinnacle. His thrusts were urgent.

  “Take it, Mistress. It’s your cock. Take every fucking inch of it.” He pumped his hips harder.

  . She placed her hands on the marks her strikes had left behind on his chest. Knowing his nipples would still be tender from her impact play, she sadistically tweaked them. This time when he plowed into her, he came, roaring his release. The tide they rode ebbed, and they lay still, holding onto each other. He shifted to the side, but she stopped him.

  “No. Not yet.” She tightened her grip around him.

  “I’ll crush you, baby. Let me move.”

  Reluctantly, she let him move next to her and hold her. This moment instantly warmed her. In this stillness, it seemed they were the only two people on the planet. She shivered when he lightly traced his fingers over her arm and kissed her forehead.

  “We have the rest of the conference today and, tonight, blissful peace and quiet.” He embraced her tighter.

  She glanced behind her at the night table clock, which read five a.m. The fall days were growing shorter, and there would be so much to do before the Sabbath began at sundown. She sighed and snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes.

  “Five more minutes,” she mumbled.

  “Five more minutes! We’re burning daylight already. You still have part of the agreement to meet before sundown.”

  “Oh? I’ve met all your de—” Oh. She’d forgotten about the final demand contained in their agreement. She sat up and stared at him.

  “No, you still have one more promise to keep, and it needs to be done before sundown tonight.”

  “Your mom will never forgive you and neither will mine. Remember, I have a Jewish mother, too.”

  “They don’t have to know we’ve eloped. We can play that card later, if we have to. Planning a nice kiddushin will give the two of them something to do and keep them busy with each other while we run our business. I’m sure it’ll make them very happy.”

  ***

  Tasha hurried across the fenced-in area where the RAF site trailer stood. She went to drop off the Friday paperwork and payment voucher approvals releasing funds to pay the contractors after they’d completed milestones on the project they worked. She ignored the leers from construction workers. It happened all the time.

  Before driving home, she noticed she’d missed a call. Listening to the voice-mail, she giggled. They’d been able to arrange a quick ceremony on December 25th because she’d been able to procure a nice chuppah. Quickly calling her mother-in-law back, she thanked her profusely for all of her hard work. She listened patiently during her forty-five minute drive to the long story behind the ordeal. While delighted Aaron’s mother had accepted her, she’d learned to ignore her nagging much like she ignored her own mother’s rants. A concept her husband hadn’t mastered yet.

  Pulling into the driveway, she saw Aaron had already arrived home. They no longer stayed late for their
nightly back brief. They were living together, so they did it at home. Instead of tarrying at the office, they seemed to race home to see which one could get there first. The smells of a delicious dinner cooking greeted her. She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist while he stood at the stove. Before she could react, he had her up against the fridge, grabbing her ass.

  “Did you get the contractors paid?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did anyone try and talk to you?”

  While they kissed, she pressed herself into the hardness of the steel chastity device caging his cock. She tangled her fingers into his hair and fisted it.

  “Even if they did, I’m not interested. I have everything I want.”

  “Bunch of mongrel bastards. I hate sending you on a job site.” He gripped her ass tighter.

  “You need to get a grip on your jealousy. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “You’re damn right, you’re not. I’ll fucking tie you up if you try.”

  The steel cock cage under his clothes made her lick her lips at the thought of releasing him tonight. He hissed when she rubbed the front of his pants. The cage didn’t allow his cock to get hard and, when it tried, he felt it in an oh-so-deliciously painful way. Not having any sort of climax in a week would make him explode into a maniac when she finally unlocked the device. The thought of him being so aggressive and hard to handle made her quake in anticipation of tonight’s playtime.

  “You promised it would come off tonight.”

  “I did, and it will. If you’re good.”

  Tasha relaxed when he put her down. She hadn’t realized how far he’d elevated her off the floor until her feet touched it again.

  “Mrs. Rosencrantz, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

  “I love you, too…pet.”

  ~About the Author~

  Bella Juarez is originally from San Antonio, Texas and now lives and writes on a small ranch in South Central Texas. She draws inspiration from the real-life heroes and heroines of the United States military and her many experiences in the twelve years she worked within that world as well as from her life in the civilian world. Her love of thrill and adventure is reflected in her stories. When she’s not writing, Bella runs a business and is active in the business community. She also runs half marathons and loves to be in the kitchen whipping up something to feed her hungry boys.

  www.bellajuarez.com

  Coming soon from Decadent Publishing

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  Their Secretary by T.L. Reeve

  Chapter One

  “So, what are you going to do if this date doesn’t work out? Are you going to move away?” Malerie asked from her perch on the bed.

  “I wish it were different, Mal. I do. I wish I could turn these feelings I have for Colton and Tyce off, but I can’t,” Piper muttered. “My hope is Madame Evangeline will help me forget about them and move on. After the date is over, we’ll see. But I know for sure I cannot spend another day in their office. It’s too…personal in there. There are too many emotions coursing through the place.”

  “You can’t say running away will make this better for you, can you?” Her best friend’s hazel eyes pleaded with her. “Don’t you think Colt and Tyce will miss you?” God love her, ever the optimist, but Piper knew better.

  “I doubt it.” Thick waves of jealousy, along with a healthy dose of lust and longing, washed over her as memories from the day she caught Colton kissing Tyce filtered through her mind.

  It didn’t seem unusual for the pair to share an office. They were, after all, partners in the small accounting firm. So, saving space seemed natural. However, when she walked in with the Douglas case and caught them in such an intimate moment, all the dots connected.

  After seeing such a moving embrace, she often wondered what else they did while she wasn’t looking or was away. Or when she came into the office to hand over some information Colton required and Tyce, who she had seen enter, had disappeared. Could he have been under the desk, sucking Colt’s cock? All her musings accomplished was tearing her heart out a bit more and twisting the knife in her chest even deeper. She admonished herself for her unhealthy habit of imagining her bosses in compromising positions. But, no matter how many times she told herself it was wrong to pine away, she wanted to be the one under their desks, sucking their dicks and drinking them down. She wanted them to make her scream, even though it would never happen.

  It was easier to walk away and start over than to sit at her desk imagining all sorts of salacious things about her bosses. She didn’t even know if they liked her. For all she knew, they were concerned only about her work product and not her personality. It wouldn’t be the first time. She didn’t fit the “perfect” mold by any means. At a healthy size fourteen, she had enough cushion for the pushin’. Or whatever the vernacular for her size was. They were gay anyway. Which meant off limits.

  “Well, I think you’re making a big mistake. You should stick around, Piper.” Mal sat up on her bed and stretched. “What time does your flight leave in the morning?”

  “I wish I could stay, Mal. I do. But, it’s not healthy for me to be there. I’m an emotional wreck while I’m at work.” Piper zipped her bag and placed it by the door. “As for my flight, I leave at nine.”

  “Do you need a ride to the airport?”

  “No. I’ve already ordered a cab for the morning. Thanks for the offer.” She hugged her best friend. “This is the answer to all of my problems. I know it. Please don’t look at me like that.” Her best friend had perfected the wounded animal look over the years.

  “Like what?” she asked, quirking a brow.

  “The look on your face says you feel sorry for me. Put the sad puppy eyes away. I’ll be fine.” Piper said, reassuring herself as much as Malerie.

  “You should be able to count on someone to take care of you.”

  “I don’t need anyone. I’m fine on my own. Do I wish for something more? Yes. I do. But, I’m okay.” Tell yourself that lie one more time. Maybe you’ll believe it. She wouldn’t dwell on any of it, not with a date to plan for. As soon as Mal left, she needed to go to bed and sleep off self-pity. By the time she got up in the morning, she’d feel better.

  “Fine. You don’t need anyone.” Mal kissed Piper’s cheek. “Have fun and call me when you come home. If you have a good time, I might take this 1Night Stand thing out for a spin.”

  As the door closed behind her friend, Piper let out a breath. Sleep, she needed sleep. Instead, her phone chimed She slid her finger across the screen. Tomorrow is the day. Remember to go into it with an open mind and open heart. You are worth so much more than you give yourself credit. Enjoy your flight and your adventure.

  Only Madame Eve could put her trip into perspective. She typed a quick thank-you text and went to bed. Tomorrow was a new day and a new beginning. Got to stay optimistic, girl. Don’t let the past run your future.

  She never intended to use Madame Eve’s site, nor had she ever considered a one-night stand to be something that would appeal to her. But, after seeing Colt and Tyce in a loving embrace, she’d cried her eyes out then gotten drunk. After a shot of liquid courage, she’d yelled at her pitiful reflection in her bathroom mirror then stormed out and sat down at her computer. With bleary eyes, she’d pulled up the 1Night Stand website and filled out the information. When it came time to answer the questions about what she wanted, she gave the most honest, if rambling, answer she could give.

  What do I want? I want the two men whom I can never have. I’m not allowed, Madame Eve, to ever consider the idea of seeing them in my bed. They are taken by each other.

  My wish is for one night with two men who could love me as much as these two love each other. My heart squeezes at the thought I could end up alone, because I have spent my time yearning for two people who never saw me. I still crave one night with them. I may not be able to do more than take care of myself—which I’m well versed in—and witness the pleasure both men
can give each other. That, Madame Eve, would be a perfect night for me. I want to see what true love means.

  Never in a million years would she have believed she’d get a response in less than twenty-four hours. Her date would take place in two weeks at a place called The Carnivore Club, less than two weeks away. The place was also a resort. Maybe she’d also get to relax. Enjoy some me, time. Perfect.

  ***

  The next morning, Piper got up early and got ready to leave. She shouldn’t have refused Malerie’s offer to take her to the airport. Nervous butterflies tickled her stomach and made it hard to eat a bite of her breakfast. Maybe she should text Madame Eve she’d had a change of mind. The fee she’d sent in with the questionnaire, though pricey, didn’t mean a thing if she couldn’t force one foot in front of the other. But, before she opened her laptop, the cab honked outside.

  Shit. I can’t do this. What if my date doesn’t like me? What if I don’t like him? I didn’t even get a picture. I didn’t get anything. I’m screwed.

  The horn honked in an annoying pattern, and she had to get going. She took a deep breath, let it out, and picked up her luggage. Stepping out of the apartment building, she apologized to the cabbie for making him wait and placed her stuff in the trunk. If she was committed to going on this date, she might as well make the most of it. Of course, she could have open her laptop and cancel everything at any point before she went through security—or even after—but some part of her told her she needed to go through with the date. Who knows, you might find your Prince Charming. Or at least have a bit of fun.

  Fun. A three-letter word she knew little about. Her existence consisted more of working and proving herself than any actual fun. Piper’s father and mother demanded perfection her whole life. They lived in the richest part of Manhattan, had drivers, more money than they knew what to do with, and had raised her to be a socialite, but she’d never fit their mold. She wasn’t perfect.