Shades of Sexy: Six Uber Hot Stories

by Daniels, Wynter

  Chapter Two

  Wonderful, sinful sensations had Belle paralyzed with yearning. She gripped the cold metal bars as Ram touched and bit and turned her into a whimpering puddle of a woman. Her finger grazed something hairy on the metal bar and she startled and shoved away from the cell.

  Ram instantly backed off. “What?”

  She wiped her hands on her pants, trying to mentally shift gears. “I-I thought I felt something. Some sort of spider or bug.” She shivered.

  Ram stood taller and clasped his hands. “This obviously isn’t the time or place.”

  Of course he was right, but still, the disappointment stung. “No, it’s not.”

  “But I know what you need.” He cocked an eyebrow and she forgot all about that silly spider or whatever it was.

  “Oh?” Her body quivered at the tone of his voice, which was laced with carnal intent. “What is it that I need?” Before she had time to react, he grabbed her arm, spun her around and pushed her against the bars.

  His rock-solid chest crushed into her back. He took her earlobe between his teeth and raked it none too gently. When he released it, his breath gusted warm over her neck yet goose bumps sprawled over her skin.

  A pleasured chill rolled over her body. Her heart raced and her pussy pulsed, slick with desire.

  “You want to be mastered.” His voice—more a growl—vibrated through her.

  “I do?” Yes, yes, yes. She spent so much time and energy making sure she appeared totally in control on the job. All she wanted was to let go and have someone else control her. Someone big and powerful like Ram.

  He slid his hand around her neck, under her chin. Easing her head back so she could see his face, he grinned. “I’m that master, Belle.”

  “You are.” Tides of delicious anticipation flooded her senses. She couldn’t believe he wanted to dominate her, exactly as she’d yearned for in her fantasies.

  “You know, when we moved out of this building, we threw some outdated equipment into a cart to get rid of it.” He circled his free arm around her and pinched her nipple. Hard.

  She bit back a pleasured sigh.

  “There was this leather restraint system. You buckle it around a bunk. Or a bed. One of the older kind we phased out a few years back. Are you familiar with that particular device, Belle?”

  “Mm hmm.” Part of her job was to maintain the computer file of the equipment inventory. She remembered seeing the contraption in the catalogue. Just the artist’s rendering of it had gotten her juices flowing. The jail had a more modern restraint chair that they used now.

  “Instead of letting an inmate worker take that device to the dumpster, I think I’ll throw it in the back of my truck. Dispose of it elsewhere. Does that meet with your policies and procedures?”

  She thought about having her wrists and her ankles strapped into the thick leather buckles and lust swamped her. “Yes.” Her job forced her to be completely in control every moment. Totally giving up that control would be an erotic dream come true.

  “Maybe I can scrounge up some discarded handcuffs and belly chains, hmm? All kinds of toys for us to play with.”

  Her pussy quivered with anticipation. She managed a squeak.

  “I think you’ll like it. I know I will.” The hard evidence of his arousal pushed into her back. “You be at my house tomorrow evening at eight. Do not be late. Understand?”

  She could hardly breathe. “Yes.”

  He tilted her head back farther. “Or else there will be consequences.”

  “Oh yes.” She could only imagine what those consequences might be.

  He let her head go then gave her a kiss on her cheek before taking a step away from her. “Let’s finish this tour, Lieutenant.”

  She gingerly turned around to face him as he straightened his pants and wiped a hand over his flattop.

  They strode through the rest of the building, checking doors and locks as if nothing had happened. Belle had to remind herself the incident wasn’t another dream. Ram really wanted to make her fantasies come true.

  When she followed him inside the new building, she had to concentrate on turning on her professional persona. No one would know there was anything amiss in their courteous, respectful relationship.

  Their professional relationship. Damn it. She’d been so lost in their torrid encounter she hadn’t even considered the policies and procedures when it came to dating officers of a different rank. Not that half the employees didn’t break that rule, but now that she’d been promoted she ought to set an example.

  No one will find out.

  Wasn’t as if she or Ram would broadcast that they were having a date. Well, more like a tryst than a date. Whatever happened, they’d have to keep it to themselves.

  All she could think about now was that hot, brief episode in the old jail. Her mouth watered for more. She couldn’t wait until she could be alone with Ram again.

  * * * * *

  Belle brushed on bright red lip-gloss then blew a kiss at her vanity mirror. Her brown curls were particularly unruly tonight, but then, she planned to be pretty naughty herself. Ram had told her he liked to see her eyes so she’d opted to shed her glasses for the evening in favor of contacts. She opened another button in the front of her black shirt, revealing a hint of cleavage. And a flash of the red lace bra she wore underneath.

  Slipping on her new red leather stilettos, she drew a calming breath, but it did nothing to tone down her excitement for the evening ahead. She sprayed perfume behind her ears then lifted her leather skirt and gave her thighs a quick blast.

  She strode to her car, jumped inside and started it up. Checking the clock on the dash, she grinned. A quarter to eight. She’d be about five minutes late—just enough to get Ram to exact some delicious form of punishment upon her. Her pussy pulsed in anticipation.

  Ram’s house sat on a large lot at the end of a dead-end street. A cluster of pine trees and high hedges provided even more privacy. Malibu lights lit the path to the door of the single-story ranch home.

  She set a hand on her chest to calm her pounding heartbeat after she rang the bell.

  Ram opened the door and grinned when his gaze swept over her.

  Awareness spread through her like wildfire.

  Ushering her inside, he took her purse off her shoulder and set it on a table near the door. In a pair of faded jeans and a black T-shirt, he looked good enough to eat. “Any trouble finding your way?”

  “Nope. Your directions were perfect.” The foyer opened to a large living room dominated by a giant flat-screen television and a gargantuan recliner. The sounds of a televised football game drifted through the air. Typical man cave. To the right was a contemporary kitchen that looked clean and not very different from hers.

  “Can I get you a drink?” He led her into the kitchen.

  She spied a glass on the counter half-filled with an amber liquid. “Whatever you’re having.”

  He quirked a dark eyebrow and gestured toward his drink. “It’s scotch. You sure?”

  She needed something strong to settle her nerves. “That’s fine.” She scanned the room as he fixed her drink. A well-stocked spice rack and a jar full of assorted kitchen implements told her he liked to cook, maybe as much as she did.

  “Here you go.” He handed her a glass, from which she promptly took a healthy swig.

  The scotch burned all the way down but relaxed her in mere seconds.

  Ram stepped closer, backing her to the edge of the granite counter. “You look nice.” He sniffed. “And you smell great.” Those turquoise eyes darkened as he set his hands flat on the counter on either side of her, boxing her in.

  “Thanks.” He smelled pretty darn good too.

  “So you say you didn’t have any trouble finding your way. Yet you showed up late, huh?”

  Would he punish her as he’d warned? Her nipples peaked and rubbed against the stiff lace of her new bra creating a wonderful friction. “Right.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “
Even after I warned you that could lead to punishment. How daring of you.”

  Her breath caught. “Yes.”

  He pressed his body to hers and she felt his hard cock on her belly. “You haven’t left me much choice, Belle, have you?”

  She forced herself not to smile. “No.”

  He slanted his lips over hers for a gentle kiss then licked the seam of her mouth. His kiss was like none she’d ever experienced. He plundered and explored. If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn she’d given him ownership of it. He tasted of scotch and desire.

  Before she knew what was happening, he snatched her glass from her, set it down then lifted her onto the counter. Now eye-to-eye with him, she grew keenly aware that her breasts were actually heaving.

  “No, what?”

  Arousal sizzled through her. “No…Master.”

  That earned her a wink. “Good girl. Maybe I should let you slide on that punishment.” He moved between her legs, slid his hands along her bare thighs. “What do you think?” His fingers played with one of the buttons on her blouse.

  She lowered her head, ashamed to meet his gaze. “I think I earned a punishment.”

  He opened her top button then kissed the skin above it. She leaned her head back to give him better access. When his tongue skimmed lower and dipped into her cleavage, she held her breath at the tantalizing sensations. He stopped abruptly and looked into her eyes. “You’re right. You earned it.” Slipping his hands around her waist, he helped her off the counter then took her into the living room. He sat on the brown leather couch then shut off the TV.

  She stood over him, waiting, wondering. Her pulse raced with excitement.

  “Have you ever participated in any bondage and discipline role play, Belle?”

  She sucked in a deep breath. “No, I haven’t.” Gingerly, she met his stare. “But I’ve fantasized about it.” Her cheeks heated.

  “Then let’s make those fantasies a reality, shall we?”

  When he patted his lap, his meaning hit her. She was so aroused, she could hardly draw in a breath.

  “Take off your skirt,” he commanded.

  The temperature rose a dozen degrees. She immediately unzipped her skirt then shimmied out of it and kicked it away.

  “I like your panties.” His gaze heated her skin.

  A heavy pulse throbbed in her pussy. She ached for his touch. Climbing onto the couch next to him, she waited. “What do you want me to do?”

  “I want your hot ass right here where I can spank it.”

  For so long she’d dreamt of having a man like Ram do naughty things to her, things she was too embarrassed to voice. She crawled closer and lay face down over his lap.

  He laid his big hand on her lace-covered backside. Hot, sinful cravings rushed through her. When he peeled back the panties her pussy clenched with longing. He touched her bare butt, smoothed his fingers lazily over her skin. The anticipation was pure, delicious torture.

  Thwack.

  The first blow stung. By the third she was panting. The pain instantly morphed into sinful delight. She clawed at the cushion, afraid she’d have an orgasm right then and there. Ram slid a finger along her intimate lips. She eased her thighs apart, only a little, hoping to encourage him to forage deeper.

  He laughed. “Don’t rush it, Belle. I plan to make you wait until I’m good and ready for you to come.”

  Seething in lustful frustration already, she gritted her teeth. “Yes, Master.”

  He helped her up so she was sitting beside him. “It’s warm in here. Don’t you think?” He lifted his T-shirt over his head and set it aside. His shoulders bulged with muscle and his stomach was hard and smooth but for a nicely defined six-pack.

  She nodded as she chewed on her lip, wondering what he had planned.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

  She started unbuttoning her blouse, but he caught her hands before she could continue. “Stand up and do it slow.”

  Praying her legs weren’t too wobbly to hold her, she stood and faced him. One by one she opened the buttons until her top hung open, revealing her bra. She let the blouse slide off her shoulders and drop to the wood floor. Standing before him in only her underwear and red heels, she quivered with carnal longing.

  Ram licked his lips. His hard-on looked ready to break through the zipper of his jeans. “Now take off your bra.”

  Unhooking it, she met his dark stare then removed the lacy garment. When he crooked his finger at her, she moved closer. “Yes, Master?”

  “You have beautiful breasts. I want to taste them.”

  Desire flared inside her as she stepped between his legs.

  He shook his head appreciatively. “You want to be my sex slave, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Desperately.” Every nerve ending tingled with anticipation.

  “Then feed them to me.” His gaze landed on her bare chest.

  Her heart double-timed. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she offered him one.

  Giving it a long, slow swipe of his tongue, he groaned. “Mm.” Then he pulled the tip into his mouth and rasped his teeth over it.

  Her legs went weak so she leaned against him and let him suck and nip and lick her nipple until she thought she’d pass out from the pleasure. Ram moved to the other breast and gave it the same luscious treatment. He pushed his hand between her legs and cupped her mound.

  She rocked against his touch, moaning, desperate for relief. But he refused to give it.

  “Not yet, Belle.” Holding her by her waist, he eased her back then stood up. “I’ve set up something special for you in the other room.” Taking her hand, he led her down a hallway to a small bedroom.

  A pillar candle on the dresser threw just enough light so she could make out her surroundings. The single bed was covered in a blue bedspread but the surface was terribly lumpy. The reason became clear when Ram threw back the covers to reveal a leather restraint system strapped to the bed. Thick cuffs for each arm and leg sat open, waiting. She pictured herself strapped in, ready for whatever her Master chose to do to her. She grasped the doorjamb to compensate for her weak knees.

  “The restraint system was too small for my king-size bed so I thought the guestroom would do.” He pointed at her panties. “Take those off. But leave the shoes on.”

  The way he skimmed his eyes over her legs made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world. She rolled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

  He closed the distance between them then threaded his fingers through her hair and cupped her head possessively. His stare was hypnotic, undeniable. Covering her lips with his, he thrashed his tongue against hers, plundered every inch of her mouth until she was drowning in lust.

  Without warning, he swept her off her feet and into his arms, carried her across the room then set her down on the middle of the bed. He took one of her wrists and moved it to a cuff at her side then strapped it closed. Then he repeated the process with the other arm and after that he secured her ankles at the bottom of the bed.

  She’d never felt so utterly exposed or vulnerable.

  I’m in heaven.

  Ram stood over her looking taller and more powerful than ever. He toed off his shoes then opened his belt and pulled it free. Staring at it a moment as if trying to conjure up some wicked use for it, he said, “Hmm.” But then he just set it on the night table. Climbing onto the bed, he straddled her thighs. “Now I have you exactly where I want you. And you enjoy being my slave, don’t you?”

  “Yes, I do.” It was true. Knowing that every inch of her belonged to him was unspeakably hot. She squirmed against the rush of need.

  He cupped her breasts, kneaded them and roughly tugged on the sensitive points. She bit her lip to keep from crying out at the pain because the pleasure that always bloomed immediately after was more than worth it. He suckled one nipple as he slid his groin over her. She wished he’d strip off his jeans so she could see his erection rather than only feel it sliding over her l
egs. Wasn’t like she was in a position to make any demands, though.

  Ram moved his attention lower, sliding his tongue down her stomach. She squirmed, lifted her hips, desperate for him to touch her pussy.

  He tilted his head back and grinned at her. “You, my dear, are a very bad girl with exceedingly naughty desires.”

  The deep timbre of his voice only made the carnal ache inside her worse. “I want you to touch me. Everywhere.” Her voice broke on the last word.

  “You’ll have to be patient, Belle. Tonight you’re completely at my mercy.”

  “Yes.” Her pussy ached to have him inside her. “Please.”

  “Please what?” Even in the dim light, he couldn’t hide the arousal in his eyes. He was just as turned on as she.

  “Please fuck me.” She rocked her hips against his denim-clad hard-on, hungry for relief.

  “I told you, you’ll have to be patient. I like teasing you.” With that, he moved farther down the bed toward her feet. A savage growl rumbled in his chest as he stared at her exposed slit. He dragged a finger along her intimate lips.

  She bit back a gasp as he dipped that finger inside her crease.

  “You’re drenched. I can’t wait to taste you.” He stretched out alongside her and propped himself up on one elbow. With his free hand, he continued teasing her, tormenting her with way-too-slow strokes. He spread her lips wider, rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger as powerful cravings shook her to her core. She whimpered with helpless need.

  “I can’t take any more. I need to come.” She fought the tethers, bucked her hips.

  “In good time. I see I’m going to have to teach you patience.” He slipped his fingers inside her. Her body reacted like a lit firecracker, shaking wildly. She was on the edge of bliss and she yearned to climb over the top and fall in if he’d only let her.

  Stilling her with a hand on her belly, he drew his tongue along her folds, swirling around her sensitized bud. Just when she thought she was about to come, he pulled away, leaving her desperate for relief. She tried to break free of her bindings but it was futile.