Her Twisted Pleasures

by Amelia James

  Her Twisted Pleasures (A Short Story

  Collection)

  by

  Amelia James

  www.EvolvedPub.com

  Copyright Š 2012 Amelia James

  Cover Art Copyright Š 2012

  Mallory Rock

  Published by Evolved

  Publishing at Smashwords ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Thanks to Stevie Mikayne and Lane Diamond for their editorial guidance, and to Mallory Rock for the great cover art.

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  ISBN (EPUB Version):

  1622538137

  ISBN-13 (EPUB Version): 978-1-62253-813-3

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  Disclaimer:

  This is a work of fiction.

  Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or the author has used them

  fictitiously.

  Warning:

  Explicit language. I write fiction, and give my readers the benefit of the doubt, assuming they know romance fiction sex is fantasy sex, and in fantasies, we’re allowed to break the rules. I believe in practicing safe sex, but my characters do not use condoms because this is a fantasy, an escape from the harsh realities of everyday life.

  My readers are smart enough to know the difference. ~ Amelia James

  Table of Contents

  A Good Slut

  Dirty Words

  Next Time

  Breaking Rules

  Can’t Say No

  Her Boyfriend’s Bed

  Incarcerated Heart

  Dangerous Lessons

  Just Sex

  Twisted Trust

  Twisted Love – Part One Twisted Love – Part Two Punishing Pleasures

  Twisted Tryst

  Her Twisted Pleasure

  About the Author

  What’s Next?

  Also from Evolved Publishing A Good Slut

  I’d never lived with a guy, because I liked having sex in a different bed every night. A new guy every time would have been nice too, but I was no slut—not in real life, at least.

  Fantasies were… well, fantasies.

  I loved different, especially when it came to men and relationships. I loved the excitement of the first touch with a new lover—strange hands on my familiar skin.

  Same bored me. Variety excited me.

  My craving for variety went beyond sex—new shoes, foods I’d never tried before, the first flowers of spring. I liked the Midwest’s changing seasons, but sometimes winter dragged on too long. Too many storms.

  A summer vacation in the desert southwest had sounded like a good idea when Will Barnett and I planned it during a cold Chicago blizzard, but as we crossed the border into Texas, the heat slammed into me like a brick wall. Sweat dripped down my body, and complaints dripped from my mouth.

  Will laughed at me. He’d grown up here, and was used to the heat.

  We walked to a bar across the street to have a drink and unwind a bit. The place smelled like old cigarettes, but the liquor flowed hot and wet, so we didn’t care. The AC was broken, the waitress informed us, and the noisy ceiling fan just spread the hot, sticky air around.

  I nearly lost my mind in the stifling discomfort, and wanted to lose my clothes real fast. I flicked my tongue in Will’s ear and slipped my hand between his thighs.

  He waved at the waitress.

  “Check please.”

  We hurried back to our room and turned up the rattling old air conditioner as high as it would go. I kicked off my sandals while he threw the blankets off the bed, then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me—such an amazing kisser. His lips touched mine, just barely, soft and sweet, before they parted and his tongue swept into my mouth and carried me away with him.

  There was no escaping his kisses. His mouth covered my neck, my shoulders, my chin, even the tip of my nose. I peeled off his sweaty t-shirt and stroked his hot, hard muscles. He unzipped my jeans while I yanked my shirt over my head, and we tumbled onto the bed. He fondled my breasts while I struggled taking my sticky jeans off. I then stripped him naked, and his damp skin glistened in the fading sunset as we rolled on top of the sheets.

  “It’s so hot here.” I sat up and peeled my clingy hair off my damp shoulders. “How can you stand it?”

  If Will was tired of my whining, he didn’t show it.

  “You’re hotter than a West Texas Fourth of July.” He smiled and pulled me down beside him, our bodies sticking together. “Com’ere. I wanna eat your pussy.”

  He crawled on top of me and kissed his way down my body, nibbling and licking between my thighs—yes, my pussy, but some words felt dirty to me. I couldn’t say them even in my head. Nice girls didn’t say naughty things. Since when was I a nice girl?

  Certainly not since I’d met Will.

  I draped my legs over his shoulders like a good slut, and curled my fingers through his soft hair. The rickety air conditioner shot a cold draft across my skin, puckering my nipples.

  Last night, in another hotel room, he’d made me come so loud the people next door complained. Will had found that highly amusing.

  “Let’s do something that’ll frighten the neighbors again, Talia.”

  His tongue flicked my…

  fleshy nub, and I moaned as sizzly, sweaty sparks lit up my skin. “You’re looking for trouble.”

  “Yes I am.”

  But he took his sweet time finding it, making lazy circles around my naughty girl parts, slowly building a warm wanton fire with teasing flames gently licking my senses. My body rocked, and I moaned low in my throat, but Will wasn’t satisfied with that.

  He shoved his fingers into my hot pink flesh and started licking with purpose. I squealed and raised my hips into his mouth, dragging my fingernails across his sweaty shoulders. Those teasing licks ignited an intense blaze, sending crackling sparks all the way to my curled toes. The inferno raged out of control, consuming everything in its path.

  “I need you! Now, Will, please!”

  That’s when his wild side got aroused. His hard cock slid between my wet lower lips, but he only gave me the tip, making those damn lazy circles again. He knew that drove me crazy.

  “How can you do this to me?” I moaned.

  He just laughed.

  “How can you do this to yourself?”

  His hand slipped on the damp sheet and he sank deeper into me.

  I was getting to him. “I know you want me. You haven’t been able to keep your hands off me all day.”

  He’d kept finding excuses to pull over and make out.

  “How can you hold back now when all you want to do is make me scream?”

  Something devious flashed in his dark blue eyes and he faked a yawn. “It’s been a long day, and we have another long day ahead of us tomorrow. I’m pretty tired.” He pulled out and rolled over, turning off the light. “Sweet dreams, darlin’.”

  “I don’t think so.” I threw my body against him, pushing him onto his back. I wriggled onto his still hard cock, and smiled when his eyes rolled back in his head. “Now I’m in control.�
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  He moaned and let me

  thrust down on him once, almost twice. “Not for long.”

  He flipped me on my back and I squealed. He spread my legs and rubbed his cock up and down my pink flesh. When he slipped in, I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull him in deeper, but he held my thighs apart and teased me with the tip again.

  My body started to ache and burn. I needed more, and he knew it. I pinched my nipples with one hand, reaching down to stroke my button with the other.

  He grabbed my hands and held them above my head.

  “Nope.”

  But my legs were free, and I tried to pull him in again.

  “I gotta find something to tie you down with.” He got up and dug through his suitcase.

  Will never wore ties. He hated them; might have owned one, but I’d never seen it on him. Had he brought it along?

  No, he pulled out the belt from my bathrobe. A devilish smile lit his eyes as he tied my wrists together in front of me.

  “You packed that?”

  “Thought I might need to restrain you.” He winked and then teased me again, crawling on top of me. His body covered mine, skin to skin, but he wouldn’t enter me fully.

  “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please give me more.”

  “More what?” He knew I couldn’t say the words. I wanted to, but they just wouldn’t come.

  “More of you.”

  He pulled out.

  Damn it! “More of your cock.

  I want all of it.”

  He groaned and sank into me. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, darlin’.”

  “Harder.” I gasped and raised my hips to meet his.

  “Fuck me hard. Fuck me slow.

  Fuck me till I can’t move.”

  He pushed up on his hands, planted his knees and drove into me. I cried out and threw my tied hands around his neck, pulling him down and kissing his hot mouth. My entire body needed him. “Suck my nipples.

  Please.”

  He drew one into his mouth and tugged on the other with his fingers while he pounded me.

  I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in hard, again and again. This was exactly what I needed, and he knew that too. I came right before he did, loud and hard.

  Someone in the next room pounded on the wall. Will sighed and collapsed on top of me.

  I worked my ties free and ran my hands through his hair, and we fell asleep like that.

  ***

  Sometime in the middle of the night, I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Will was sound asleep, and I figured everyone else in the house was too, so I didn’t get dressed. The refrigerator light shone brighter than I’d expected, and….

  Alex sat at the table with a bottle of water in his hand, wearing nothing but his jeans. I slammed the door shut, but not before he saw me completely naked. The sudden change in lighting blinded us for a few seconds, but as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I knew his did too.

  “Is he asleep?”

  I didn’t answer.

  “You were a good slut and wore him out.” A delicious, wicked smile curled his lips.

  I nodded, knowing he could see me.

  Alex was a good-looking man, with the same expressive blue eyes as Will, but their similarities ended there. Will was broad-shouldered and muscular, with long light brown hair and a smile that made me melt. Alex stood tall and wiry, with short dark brown hair that refused to behave. His smile sent chills down my spine.

  His dangerous eyes sparkled in the dark as his gaze violated my body. “But you’re not done yet.” He stood up and stalked close to me, silent except for his husky whisper. “And I know you’re wondering what it’s like to fuck me.”

  I slipped back, but not to get away from him. Not really.

  He followed me, pinning me to the cold wall without touching me, his tempting lips a breath away from mine. All I had to do to kiss him was lift my chin. So I did. His tongue slipped into my mouth as his body crushed me. I felt his cock get hard inside his rough jeans.

  His fingers slid between my pink lower lips while I unzipped him and ran my palm up and down his hot shaft. He played with my fleshy nub—

  my clit—while we kissed.

  “You’re dripping wet.” He shoved a finger inside me, stroking. “Did he do that to you, or are you horny for me?”

  I pushed the word past my lips. “Yes.”

  He laughed and I came hard and fast, spinning and shivering, hanging on to his strong shoulders when my legs gave out.

  His arms slid under my thighs, and he picked me up and wrapped my legs around him. “Mmm… you’re so hot and tight after you come.”

  He forced his cock into me and I came again. Slow, swirling heat poured over my body, melting me like hot fudge smothering a sundae. My legs quivered around him as he pounded me against the wall.

  He snarled and bit my lip while I squirmed.

  “Now you know what it’s like.” Alex panted in my ear.

  “Now you want more.”

  I shook my head, but he ignored me. He put me down and spun me around, shoving my face against the wall. His arm slid around my waist and he yanked me back, possessing me from behind—fucking me as if I belonged to him. Sweat dripped down our bodies, but I didn’t complain.

  I was losing my mind again, but I didn’t want him to stop. I came in a rush of sticky heat, slamming into me and

  shattering.

  Alex shuddered, falling against me, breathing hot and ragged on my skin. “We’re being watched.”

  I turned and looked over Alex’s shoulder, and gasped.

  Will leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest.

  Alex followed my gaze and laughed.

  “Are you finished with her?”

  Will’s stoic expression was unreadable.

  Alex gave me that chilling smile. “For now.” He let go of me and stood back.

  Will crooked his finger at me, and I silently followed him back to the bedroom. He shut the door behind us and shoved me down on the bed. “You need to be punished, darlin’.”

  I quivered as he fell on top of me, driving into me. No more teasing.

  ***

  I woke up in our hotel room on soaking wet sheets. The air conditioner no longer rattled or cooled. The sun shone hot again, and Will’s arms were wrapped around me, sticking to my naked skin. “Where are we?”

  “Ummm… Texas.” His eyes blinked open, and he saw my confusion. “You okay?”

  “I had the weirdest dream.” I snuggled closer to him, feeling his heart beat steady under my cheek.

  His hand slipped between my thighs. I was still wet. “Was it about him?”

  “Yes.”

  His heart beat faster against my side. “Be a good slut and tell me about it.” He smiled. “Don’t leave anything out.”

  The glimmer in his eyes made me wonder what he was hoping for. Alex had invaded my sleep before—even hotter than this one. Will liked hearing all the dirty details.

  Strange, but if it turned him on, what was the harm in telling him? Still, I never said Alex’s name.

  “I got up for a drink and he was in the kitchen.”

  “Were you naked?”

  “Yes, but he wasn’t. He pinned me against the wall and fucked me.”

  “Mmm… did you like

  fucking another guy?” The hand between my legs probed my wet flesh, and his fingers slipped inside me.

  “Yeah.” I smiled and sweat sprinkled my skin.

  Will understood, like no one else ever had, my need for variety. I’d never been with anyone as long as I’d been with Will because… well, they soon bored me. He gave me free rein to flirt with anyone. I tried hard not to cross the line, but he never got mad, never showed any emotion at all.

  Sometimes, he seemed to like it.

  I dragged my mouth up his neck and flicked my tongue in his ear. “He made me come.” I smiled on his hot skin, knowing my
dream orgasms would make him hard.

  He groaned and draped my thigh over his hips, grinding his cock against my mound. “How many times?”

  “Um….” I stalled, teasing him. “Twice.”

  He kissed me, fucking my mouth with his tongue. “Was he fucking you both times?”

  “No. The first time he was fingering my button.”

  His amused smile told me he liked my silly words for my girl parts. “And he fucked you after that?” He teased my pink flesh with his cock.

  I gnawed my lip and buried my face against his shoulder, nipping it. “Yes.”

  “That’s my girl.” His cock slid inside me as his big hand cupped my ass and held my body against his.

  My fingers tangled in Will’s long hair and I kissed him, moaning into his mouth and trying not to remember how Alex’s cock had felt in my dream. Would it feel that good in real life? No—don’t go there.

  Then I remembered

  something else—a new element in my dreams. What would Will think if he knew he was in it too? “You were watching us.”

  “Whoa. Really?” His cock hardened, throbbing as it filled me. He rolled on top of me and plunged deep, kissing me while wrapping my legs around his.

  “What did I do when he finished with you?”

  The hottest part of my dream: Will catching me fucking another man, and not being angry—but turned on.

  “You took me back to bed and said you had to punish me.”

  “Did you like it?”

  Fucking Alex, Will watching, or getting punished? “Yes.” My heart raced and my body caught fire. I loved it all—

  having more than one man to explore my twisted pleasures.

  “Did you like being a dirty slut?” He liked to call me a slut after hearing about my dreams.

  That might not be a good thing, but he was lost in the moment so I let it go. “Yes.”

  “How did I punish you?” He slowly stroked in and out while questioning me. Maybe holding back the pace helped him focus, but it drove me nuts.

  “Didn’t get that far. I woke up.”

  “Damn it.”

  “But he told me I wanted more.” I felt his heart beat faster. “And he promised I’d get it.” I made that part up, but it did the trick.

  Will picked up the pace, slamming into me with such force and passion that I wanted to take back my words. Was he angry? Did hearing about me sleeping with another guy—

  even if just in a dream—make him lose control? I didn’t want to question it now, not with my brain melting out my ears.