Second Base

by Raven ShadowHawk

  She stared at his face, and even in the dim light, Karen found pride there. Love. Raw, animal lust.

  ‘Come here.’

  Dignity and pride had no place. Karen ran to him, bobbing to her knees when in range. At this height the bulge in his trousers was clear. ‘May I suck you, Sir?’ she whispered.

  ‘God no,’ he laughed. ‘I’m so horny I’d burst through your throat. I’m going to fuck you.’

  A thrill of pleasure burst in her belly and fanned outward, lighting every limb with the flame of lust. ‘What shall I—I mean how—’

  He saved her from finding a way to ask the awkward question by putting out his hand. She took it and stood. ‘Sith, off the bed.’

  ‘Yes, Sir.’ The other man moved for Dan’s command in a way he never quite managed for hers.

  Karen couldn’t help but notice the way his erection continued to fight for freedom, not at all daunted by the third party. If anything, he looked delighted to see Dan there. She shared the sentiment. Dan’s involvement was more than she ever hoped for and she shivered, overcome. Her hands fluttered as excitement got the better of her. ‘Sir?’

  He raised a hand to silence her. Looked at Sith. ‘Sit on the floor at the end of the bed, legs out, hands behind your head.’

  When Sith looked her way, Karen was ready for it. She pointed. ‘You heard him. Hop to it.’

  He smiled, sat on the floor, laced his fingers and put them behind his head.

  ‘Good boy,’ she murmured, squeezing her thighs together. Dan’s hand against her hip reminded her of his presence. ‘And me, Sir?’

  ‘Stand with your feet on either side of his knees. Bend forward and brace your hands against the end of the bed.’

  When she took the position described, Sith craned his head back to gaze at her, eyes wide and round. She kissed his forehead, grinning when his hands twitched. He wanted to touch her; his need burned hot and bright in his eyes.

  ‘Keep your hands where they are,’ she said. ‘Master didn’t say anything about touching.’

  He groaned, long and deep from the back of his throat. One knee twitched to press against her foot.

  His submission thrilled her. Gave her a sense of control and authority. She could do anything. Ask for anything. Say anything. Her mouth opened. She planned to tease him, to order that he watch but not touch. Then Dan arrived behind her and blotted out everything else.

  His hand stroked down her spine, a firm, commanding touch that left her shuddering. While one hand massaged her breasts, the other teased up the inside of her thigh and tugged on the bullet still humming inside her.

  ‘Time to fill you up with something else, Kaz.’

  She locked gazes with Sith. ‘Yes, please, Sir. I’m ready.’

  The bullet slid from her body. She didn’t see where it landed, just heard it hit the floor and roll away. The sudden emptiness left her moaning, twitching. Longing for something harder and thicker.

  Dan gripped her hips and pressed against her rear, nudging at her entrance. First with his finger, testing her slickness by slipping in and out. When satisfied, he pinched her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until she clenched her fists on the sheets. A low whimper came from beneath her.

  ‘Don’t you dare touch your cock,’ she whispered. ‘You can’t come yet.’

  Sith began to pant. Sweat glistened on his heaving chest while his arms trembled. ‘Ma’am . . .’

  ‘You wanted me to tease you, make you beg over and over until every moment was an agony of waiting. I’m going to teach you never to ask for things you don’t really want, Sith.’ Her own breathing quickened as Dan added a second finger. She shoved back against him, still watching Sith. You’re going to beg me to come tonight. In fact, I won’t let you come until you beg. Lots.’

  Lust and gratitude shone in his eyes. ‘Thank you, Ma’am.’

  ‘Watch me now, Sith. Watch our Master fuck me right in front of you.’

  As though planned, Dan chose that moment to sink into her, heaving back on her hips to pull her on to him. For a split second Karen’s toes left the floor, then she landed and braced herself against his powerful, pleasurable thrusts. No slow appetiser. No gentle warm up. Dan took her hard and fast, his hands never once leaving her hips. He leaned over her back and the curls of his chest hair scratched her spine, yet another sensation to add to the growing catalogue.

  ‘It’s like you read my mind,’ he rasped into her ear. ‘What better way to set the hierarchy than this? To make him watch and not touch. You, Karen, really are a Bitch Queen.’

  Her laughter trailed off into moans as he licked her nape, her ear. Dan bit the side of her throat, not hard, but enough to make her squeal and shudder. The delicious pain of it cut across her breathing, reducing her to low, shallow gasps.

  Something grazed her nipples.

  Karen shrieked and looked down. Sith sat slouched, his head tilted back to catch her swaying breasts in his mouth. His hands remained linked behind his head, though his shoulders and elbows trembled with the effort to keep them there.

  ‘Don’t,’ she began.

  Sith’s teeth closed on her nipple.

  Pain stabbed through her, instantly melting into pleasure as Dan’s rough thrusting morphed the bite into something else. Before she could recover, Sith bit the other nipple, leaving the first to tighten into a solid nub of hot flesh begging for more harsh treatment.

  ‘Sith?’ Dan’s voice was rough with exertion.

  Sith kept her nipple between his teeth. ‘Yes, Sir?’

  ‘Whatever you did to her, do it again. She tensed so hard I felt it all the way through me. Keep doing it.’

  Karen had just time to see Sith’s lips curve into a smile. ‘Yes, Sir.’

  He bit her again.

  It took every scrap of will power she possessed to keep her hands on the bed. To keep her knees and spine locked. The assault on her nipples switched from biting, to licking, then back again. Sometimes he would lick one before the other, other times he would bite both, back and forth before switching to licking. The erratic pattern left her gasping and shuddering, fighting to predict what might follow.

  Dan spoke again. ‘Sith, make her come.’ His voice cracked but the tone was strong.

  ‘My fucking pleasure, Sir.’

  Karen had just the presence of mind to snatch another dental damn from the pile on the sheets. She tossed it to Sith who needed no further encouragement. He ripped the packet open, spread the latex over her clit and set to work.

  The sensation of a warm, quick tongue flicking her most sensitive button dragged shrill, senseless whimpers from her lips. She wanted to speak, to give orders, but Dan’s incessant ponding, coupled with Sith’s probing tongue made speech impossible.

  Dan gave a shocked little cry. ‘Fuck! I can feel your tongue, Sith. That’s . . . good.’ Shock and desperation tangled together in Dan’s voice.

  Karen’s eyes flashed open as she heard her master call another man’s name.

  So hot . . .

  Like every wet, sticky fantasy of her most wild dreams rolled into the real world and made flesh. It left her shaking, clenching, thrashing, moaning, darting out over the precipice of control and tumbling into bliss.

  Stars of gold and purple danced before her eyes and she froze as the orgasm rolled over her, wave after mind-flattening wave of ecstasy until right was left and up was down.

  Dan continued to drive into her, his pleasure building to a peak on the back of hers. His hands left her hips in favour of her shoulders, deepening his penetration. ‘Kaz,’ he breathed. ‘Oh, God, Kaz, yes.’

  Beneath her, Sith lay flat on his back, his hands bunched into fists near the waistband of those lacy red knickers.

  ‘Please,’ he cried. ‘Please, let me come. Dear Christ, please, Ma’am, let me come.’

  The ebbing pleasure rushed back in, cresting and breaking as she whispered, ‘Yes, Sith. Come now.’

  Sith sagged with relief, then instantly tensed
again, grabbing his cock through the sopping wet lace and jerking once, twice, three times. He barely needed the last two. His orgasm ripped a groan from his throat, so raw and deep Karen feared he might hurt himself.

  She saw his seed flood her stretched, useless thong and closed her eyes, painting the image on the fabric of her memory to enjoy for days to come. She released a slow breath. Unfurled her fists. Every part of her body still trembled and sang with pleasure. Her knees wobbled.

  Dan withdrew. Though he did so gently, Karen yelped, sliding to her knees like a broken puppet. She landed beside Sith who was curled into a tight ball, hands tucked between his thighs. He seemed to be having trouble breathing.

  She touched his shoulder. ‘You okay?’

  When he shifted to look at her, Karen understood for the first time what Dan saw every time they played. Burning lust. Pleasure. Satisfaction. Contentment. Exhaustion.

  ‘I’m fine,’ he murmured. ‘What about you?’

  ‘I’m great.’

  Dan crouched beside them. ‘Don’t get too comfortable down there.’ His voice was equally soft, but his dark eyes glimmered with mischief. He tossed his head to flick a curl of salt’n’pepper hair from his eyes. ‘You still have work to do.’ He pointed at his slick, glistening cock, still hard and ready for action. ‘You up to it, Kaz?’

  She smiled. ‘Always. Sith come hold me while I play with Master.’

  Though weary, though weak, though clearly ready to curl up and sleep, Sith scrabbled up and sat on the floor. He spread his legs and Karen sat between them, the wet length of his softening cock pressed against her arse.

  When she wiggled against him, he curled one hand over her thigh to gently tease her clit. The other hand returned to pinching her nipples.

  ‘Ready when you are, Ma’am.’ He whispered in her ear, husky and breathless, nibbling her earlobe after each word.

  Dan gripped his shaft and directed the tip at her face.

  Karen grinned. Opened her mouth . . .

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  Also by Raven ShadowHawk

  Slippers & Chains: Sugar Dust

  Dan loves submissive women and longs to build a harem of willing females to fill what he lovingly calls his ‘Slave Library.’ He shares his plans for sexual bliss with Karen, the first of his submissives in his mind and his heart. But when an unexpected visit from his mother leads to uncomfortable questions about his ex, Dan realizes that past mistakes are catching up to him, faster than he can run.

  The first D/s relationship to blend comfortably with her vanilla life is the one Karen shares with Dan. She treasures the freedom in the act of submission and wants nothing more than to share it with her Master for as long as possible. Why then, does he insist on bringing other women into their bed? And why can’t he say he loves her?

  As Dan battles his inner demons, Karen hopes a sexy mini break at the exclusive fetish club, Sugar Dust will allow them time to relax and reconnect. There she meets Beth, personification of Dan’s past storming in to demolish her present. Can she show Dan that their relationship is strong enough to break the chains of his past, before Beth drives an immoveable wedge between them with her tales of what once was?

  The Meeting Each Other Series: The Full Story

  When Vicki broke up with Malcolm she felt sure her life was over. She knew she would never find another love like the one they shared and her alcohol fuelled birthday party is but one of her coping mechanisms. That night, as she prepares for bed, unexpected company in the form of her best friend Lara, changes everything for her . . . and for the lives of many of her guests.

  For the first time, enjoy the full story. Six different couples enjoy their first or most significant sexual encounters with their loved ones. This sizzling collection includes all six stories in the Meeting Each Other series and, for the first time, a secret look into how it all began in a brand new, wholly exclusive story told through the eyes of Lara Joyce.

  Coming Soon from Raven ShadowHawk

  Slippers & Chains: Picking Out Curtains

  Slippers & Chains: Happy Families

  Smexxy Snippets: In The Stationary Cupboard

  Smexxy Snippets: The Backseat Of My Sister’s Car

  About Raven ShadowHawk

  Raven ShadowHawk is one face of the author who writes fantasy and horror under a second pseudonym. She is, according to most . . . okay, according to herself, the fun one of the pair.

  Living in Leicester, UK with her partner (the Funk Master) and twin sons (known as Sprog1 and Sprog2), Raven writes erotica ranging from sensual and romantic to graphic and totally PWP.

  Her interests include badly produced porn, chocolate, dressing up (particularly in matching underwear) and shouting at women who wear stupid shoes and/or skinny jeans.

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  Acknowledgements

  A lovely collection of beta readers must be mentioned this time around, as your help has been fantastic. Very many thanks to Summer Ross, Shelli Rosewarne and Noelle Riches.

  I’d also like to tip my hat to ‘ravenink’ who continues to do fantastic cover work with the briefs I spit at stupid hours of the night.