The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales

by Zoe Blake

  Heat lapped between her legs, but that was all right. Bad girls deserved to burn, and Goldi had been a bad girl for such a long, long time. She deserved this—

  The crop whipped in, following its self-imposed ladder inexorably closer to her thighs.

  —she needed this—

  The mighty crack of the flogger jolted the hook deeper, fucking her with it every bit as forcefully as Bain’s increasingly passionate thrusts. His hand had tightened in her hair. His thighs and hips were tight, the rhythmic pump and squeeze turning hurried and jerky as his face darkened both with desire and concentration.

  “Deep breath,” he growled, the hard flat lines of his belly contracting sharply. “Fuck!” He abruptly changed his mind, changed directions and in a single hard push, buried himself in her mouth until her nose crushed up against his flexing abdomen. “Swallow!” he commanded while she gagged.

  And choked—on his size, his thickness, and the salty explosion of sticky cum jetting down the back of her throat.

  She swallowed, gulping, gagging, choking and sucking to wring from him every last shuddering drop.

  Because she could not, would not ever be able to get enough of this. No matter how hard Kaden whipped her—

  The crop bit in…

  Or, how vigorously Arsen swung his flogger—

  The heavy falls wrapped her ass, driving the pain deeper and the burning hotter…

  Or, how deep Bain liked to fuck—

  He groaned, grinding against her face until the spasming clenches of his belly and the salty spurts dwindled and ceased and finally he withdrew just enough to once more let her breathe…

  Goldi gasped. Her eyes watered. Her head and lungs both ached from the deprivation, and her pussy felt so wondrously, devastatingly neglected that all she needed was a touch, any touch, and she’d have gone off like a roman candle.

  Her back arched, her breasts screaming at the shrillness of the pain that accompanied Kaden’s seizing grip on her hair. He forced her neck back to gain just enough slack to quick release his knot on the hook. As much as she’d fought the ball of the hook when he’d forced it in, Goldi ached not to feel it go. And then ached even more sharply when he pulled it out, because that ball was huge! Usually Kaden gave her a warning, but not today. Today, he simply pulled it free, with her head tipped all the way back so he could watch her minute expressions of discomfort twist into shouts of outright hurt in that instant when her ass finally let it go.

  “Thank me for gently stretching you before I fuck your ass,” he ordered, tossing the hook aside. The clatter of metal on stone was lost beyond her gasping squeals and the clink of her bonds as she clung to the horse.

  Cum and drool dripped from her lips as Bain slid from her mouth. She might have had a hook in her ass, a cock in her mouth, and more welts on her than a broom had straw, but she was still an independent career woman with a penchant for the seamy underside of life. She was Goldi. She walked her own fucking—

  Goldi’s whole body lurched, creaking the horse and the restraints as, deciding obedience was too slow in coming, Arsen shook out the falls of his flogger, changed his aim from her butt to between her legs, and struck. He hadn’t used anywhere near the force he had while flogging her ass, but when it came to full-on pussy shots, it didn’t take a lot of strength to get the point across.

  Goldi shouted on the first hit, and apologized on the second. “‘Ank you! ‘Ank you!!”

  She got a third anyway, just for good measure, and her poor pussy—neglected up until that moment—took those strokes as if they were the culmination of an hour’s worth of seductive caressing. She came, hard enough to shout all over again, hard enough to make the welts on her ass bunch and dance while her buttocks quivered and her belly spasmed, and her nipples shook with the weights of the clamps that made each tiny movement a sheer hell. Or so she thought, right up until Bain took the nipple clamps off and a rush of feeling swept back in. She’d have grabbed her breasts if she could, held and protected them from the swell of agony that was even now filling up her nipples until she was sure the pain alone would kill her.

  “Did we say you could cum?” Arsen said and struck again, the falls of his flogger wrapping the whole of her pussy and the angled ends slapping her mons with the force of a lover’s hand.

  “Find another place to punish,” Kaden ordered as he stepped in between them. Arsen tsked, but made way.

  “Fine.” He came around to her head, already unfastening his breeches. Her heart was still thundering in her chest and the ravaging pulses of her orgasm hadn’t yet fully abated, but already her hungry eyes were glued upon his cock as he opened his fly. “But next time, it’s my turn to go first and I want her up on the cross so I can work her back and her ass.”

  “Fine,” Kaden agreed. Her first hint that he had also unfastened his pants came when he grabbed her left buttock, his fingers digging into all the worst weals and his thumb not far from her anus. “I need more lube,” he told Bain, who went to the shelf to get it.

  “Are you going to be a good girl if I take the gag off?” Arsen asked, tapping the head of his cock against her cheek, her chin, all around her eager mouth, but refusing to let her taste no matter who much she whimpered or tried to capture him between her gaping lips.

  Goldi nodded.

  “No biting?”

  She nodded harder and finally, satisfied, Arsen unbuckled the gag and took it from her mouth.

  “Ow.” Opening and closing her sore jaw, Goldi rubbed the wetness from her face onto her shoulder.

  “Ow is not a safeword,” Bain said, bringing the lube.

  “Say ah,” Arsen added, wrapping her ponytail around his hand and taking hold of his cock with the other. “Let’s put that smart mouth to better use.”

  “Before we do…” Covering her back hole with the pad of his thumb, Kaden rubbed, letting her know without speaking exactly where he intended to fuck her. Her pussy tightened in convulsing envy. Her ass burned and throbbed, the most delicious pulse of wounded heat she’d felt in a very long time. The initial sharpness of the agony in her nipples had dwindled, they were throbbing now too and it was such a deeply responsive sensation that she could all but feel the steady echo of it way down in her clit. “Any last words?”

  “Yeah.” If Goldi could have arched her hips, offering her ass to him, she would have. “Who the hell asked for lube?”

  Bain turned midstep and returned the bottle to its shelf.

  “Definitely not done being a bad girl,” Arsen noted and put the gag back on her.

  Laughing darkly, Kaden replaced his thumb with the head of his cock, pressing in only just hard enough to make sure he was centered and that she could feel his intent. “I love it when you’re in the mood to play Bad Goldilocks,” he growled.

  “‘Hu’ uh an ‘uck ee.”

  “Shut up and fuck me?” Arsen guessed.

  “‘Uh eye e’ore I ‘ie, hlea’e.”

  “Some time before she dies, please,” Bain confirmed, folding his arms across his chest and grinning.

  “Some time before she dies,” Kaden mused. He bent, pressing a kiss upon her back, finding a salty-sweet spot that was just to his liking right between her shoulder blades. “One of these days, darling, you really ought to learn to be careful what you wish for. But I’m so glad it’s not today.”

  In one hard shove, he impaled her on his cock. To Goldi, it felt as if he’d just ripped her in two, but even before her scream warbled out into gasps and mews, already she could feel that hot, shivery, melty sensation wending through her sex. That suckling pull at her clit as it began to pulse in time with the ragged beating of her heart.

  “Say ah,” Arsen said again as he pushed his cock through the open ring of the gag, filling her mouth and battering the already tender back of her throat.

  “Beg for mercy,” Kaden grunted. He thrust, each hard push slapping up against the welts on her ass as if he were spanking her all over again, each impaling shove was a mix of pleasure
and the most arousing pain.

  “I think I’ll go peel a nice, big, thick piece of ginger root,” Bain said, heading for the stairs.

  Gagged, restrained, helpless to do anything to stop him, Goldi did the only thing she could: She melted.

  God, she loved this.

  Epilogue

  They lay in a tangle on the floor: Kaden on his back, one hand tucked behind his head while the other lay limp around her shoulders; Goldi lay curled on her side up against him, using his chest as her pillow; his arm twined around her waist, Bain spooned just behind her; and lying crosswise, partially over his older brother’s legs, Arsen still had his head between her legs. Now and then, he still moved; now and then, she tightened and twitched, and came in breathless shudders that usually culminated in a gasp or softly moaned, “Ow.”

  A hodge-podge of spanking implements, loose twists of rope, vibrators, the tentacle dildo they’d bought from Bad Dragon, and half a dozen sticks of low-temperature candles of various colors lay scattered all around them. Goldi wore the wax splatters all over her belly and thighs, and everywhere else showed at least the faint blush of redness from the multitude of floggers, canes, crops, straps and the big leather paddle with the metal studs that were both the bane and the blessing of her disciplinary existence.

  “So?” Bain asked, his voice blowing sleepily across her ear. “How was it?”

  “I like being bad Goldi,” she mumbled, her jaw so sore and yet she liked that she could still taste the saltiness of their passion and their sweat in the far recesses of her mouth. “I need to be bad more often.”

  Kaden snorted. “Lord, I don’t think I could take it.”

  “No worries,” she sighed, snuggling into his side, her hips now rolling with the motions of Arsen’s attentive mouth. “If I wear you out, I can always replace you.”

  All three males stilled in the half second before Goldi erupted as far up as Bain’s entrapping arm around her waist and Kaden’s fistful of her captured hair would allow.

  “No biting, Arsen!” she both begged and laughed. “No biting! Ow ow ow!”

  “Replace us?” Kaden growled.

  “Technically, I only said I’d replace you,” she tried to specify, but broke off in a buck and squeal, flopping all the way over onto her back with Arsen following, his mouth locked on her mons as he straddled her legs to still her kicks.

  “I’ll go get another piece of ginger root.” Bain rolled out of the tangle and headed for the stairs.

  “No!” Goldi wailed, trying hard to get her giggles under control. “I’m so sore back there already. Please. Please?”

  “Oh you’re going to beg all right.” Leaving a rosy ring of teeth marks on the fleshy inside of her thigh, Arsen scrambled up far enough to flip her from her back to her belly.

  “You’re going to be a helluva lot sorer, too,” Kaden added, already looking around. “Where’s my crop? Not the one I was using, the thin one. The one that stings like a motherfu—”

  “No!” Goldi wailed.

  “Seriously?” Bain demanded, reappearing back at the head of the cellar steps. “We’re all out of ginger root. I bought a big-ass bag of the stuff just last weekend. What are you doing, eating it?”

  “I think someone has been sneaking some after we go to work in the morning.”

  Caught. Goldi twisted far enough to give each of them her best Bambi eyes. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t. Self-punishment isn’t allowed. Only my three big, bad Daddy bears get to decide when, if or how I’m punished.”

  All three gave her the same skeptical frown.

  “I’ve got Bengay in my bathroom,” Kaden finally said, wiping all trace of amusement and giggles from Goldi.

  “Uh…” she said, her big eyes anything but an act now. “No. You don’t have to do that. I will be so, so good from here on out. I—”

  Arsen began looking around. “Where did I put that gag?”

  Bain turned away. “I’ll get the Bengay.”

  “I’ll be good!” she wailed, but already Kaden had found his super thin crop, the whippy one that stung like a switch without ever breaking like one, and Arsen was heading back to her with the gag in his hand. “No!”

  But her hands were still stuck in that damn bondage sleeve behind her back and she felt more like an inchworm rolling around on the floor than a highly-evolved human being with two functional legs. Funny, how unexpectedly important arms were when it came to getting up off the floor.

  “No is not a safeword,” all three told her, including Bain who had to call it all the way from the bathroom upstairs.

  Fucking were-bears. Pouting, Goldi kicked the floor, but that was as defiant as she was prepared to be. Because she was Goldi—a sassy submissive, ready role-player, the golden-haired sex-slave to three dominant shifters, and painslut extraordinaire. She had been their submissive partner for three years. She loved them, trusted them, and the one thing she absolutely refused to do was top from below when she knew without a shred of doubt that neither Bain, Arsen nor Kaden would ever take things further than she could bear. The safeword was Rumpelstiltskin, but she would not call it and they knew it.

  Arsen got a pillow, wadded it in half and tucked it up under her hips, leaving her lying on the hard cellar floor, because that was where naughty little sex slaves who got into the ginger root deserved to get fucked. Face down, ass up, with a dozen or more fresh fiery welts striping her ass all the way onto her thighs.

  Bain had the Bengay and was sliding his hands into protective gloves even as he came tromping back down the cellar stairs.

  Kaden came to her, a thin smile curling the corners of his darkly handsome mouth. “Anything you want to say before we begin?” he asked. It was his way of giving her a chance to opt out, if only she would take it.

  But she wouldn’t. She knew it. He knew it—his dark eyes glistened; his smile broadened.

  “Fucking were-bears,” she grumbled, determined to come no closer to saying the magic word than that.

  Bain and Arsen both snorted. Kaden’s grin was all teeth.

  “Let the games begin,” he said, and with a lunging step and downward slash of that thin crop, he struck.

  A jolt of pain, a flash of heat, a slow throbbing wave of wondrous, blessed release. She had no idea exactly when her writhe of hurt became a more languid aroused undulation of her bottom alone. Goldi sighed, and melted.

  She loved this…

  The End

  About the Author

  Maren Smith

  “For me, romance and kink have always gone hand in hand. I love strong, authoritative men—men who are both ready, willing and able to leave the lady of their choosing red–bottomed and weeping for her own good. Writing has given me the wonderful freedom to explore my kinky side without feeling ‘weird’. Even better, with the invention of the Internet, I can write what I love and know it will be appreciated by people with the same interests.

  Although I’ve been writing spanking romances for more than twenty years, it’s only been in the last five that I’ve truly broken out of my self-imposed shell to explore the other aspects of my submissive nature. Fortunate enough to have married my Dominant, I am a wife, author, Little and submissive for the love of my life. Between that and my membership at three of my local Dungeons, there are very, very few things that I write about that I haven’t tried at least once.”

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  The Great Prank

  Jinxie’s Orchids

  Katy Run Away

 
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  Life After Rachel

  The Locket

  Mistress

  Morogh the Demon

  Mountain Man

  My Lady Robin Hood

  Saga: Constance’s Story

  The Suffragettes

  Treasure

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  The Next Ex

  The Miner’s Wife

  Angel of Hawkhaven

  Red Petticoat Saloon series

  Jade’s Dragon

  Warming Emerald

  Corbin’s Bend series

  Last Dance for Cadence

  Have Paddle, Will Travel

  Masters of the Castle Series

  Holding Hannah (Book One)

  Kaylee’s Keeper (Book Two)

  Saving Sara (Book Three)

  Sweet Sinclair (Book Four)

  Chasing Chelsea (Book Five)

  Owning O (Book Six)

  Maddy Mine (Book Seven)

  Meeting Marshall (Novella)

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  12 Naughty Days, A Holiday Anthology

  Confessions of a Spanking Author

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  With Hearts Aflame

  Masters of the Castle

  When the Gavel Falls (Masters of the Castle anthology)

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  Spanking Tails Vol. 1

  Spanking Tails Vol. 2

  Spanking Tails Vol. 3

  Spanking Tails Vol. 4

  Spanking Tails Vol. 5

  Spanking Tails Vol. 6

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  A Rapunzel Story

  Jennifer Bene

  The Tower Warning:

  When kings make bad decisions, sometimes it's the princesses who bear the burden. Tortured, tormented, and used for dark purposes, you're in for a ride. Tread lightly, the nightmare doesn't end when Rapunzel leaves The Tower this time.