Shades of Sexy: Six Uber Hot Stories

by Daniels, Wynter

  “You don’t really want to be set free yet, do you, Belle?” His breath gusted over her neck. Then his mouth was on her breast and he nipped at her peaked point for a moment. “Do you?”

  She shook her head. Why would she want to stop the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced?

  “Say it,” he commanded.

  “Please don’t set me free, Master. I enjoy being at your mercy. Immensely.”

  He rewarded her with a smile. And more. He moved his hand to her mound.

  Oh God, she was so close.

  When he started rubbing her cleft she exploded in ecstasy. Moaning and shaking and twisting, she screamed as her climax went on and on and on. Waves of pleasure continued to rack her body.

  Ram slid higher then kissed a trail along her neck to her ear then pulled the lobe between his teeth before releasing it. “You’re a sexy woman, Belle. I knew that under that uniform and behind those glasses, there was a hot vixen waiting to come out and play.”

  She wondered why he hadn’t asked her out after his divorce was final a couple years ago. But that was water under the bridge. Important thing was she was here and this was turning into one of the best nights of her life.

  Ram dipped his fingers inside her again and all thoughts evaporated from her mind—everything but the lush sensations of his strokes. Her pussy clenched around him and tendrils of delight shot through her system.

  How did he know exactly how to touch her?

  He slid his tongue along the valley between her breasts then licked one taut bud. Her breath hitched when he bit her pebbled nipple, hard enough to hurt, but only for a moment. A rush of erotic joy nudged her fading orgasm back to life. Little shockwaves started in her core and grew more intense.

  Ram circled her engorged bud with skillful fingers, then rolled it against his calloused thumb. She surrendered to her bliss. Her body convulsed with a pounding intensity. He rubbed and stroked, nibbled and licked relentlessly until she stilled beside him.

  When her rhapsody eased, Ram moved off the bed, which suddenly felt awfully cold. He started opening her shackles and she wondered what he was up to.

  “That was…amazing.” She flexed her stiff hands after he released them.

  “Don’t think I’m through with you.” He moved to the end of the bed and started working the buckle at her left foot.

  What else did he have in mind?

  After he’d set her free, he disappeared from the room for a minute then returned holding a long piece of black fabric and a box of condoms. Her heartbeat kicked up a notch as she contemplated the possibilities. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she watched him take his belt from the night table.

  He met her stare. The longing she saw in his eyes nearly knocked the wind out of her. He set everything down on the bed next to her. “It’s getting hotter in here.” Without releasing her gaze, he opened the snap at the waistband of his jeans then gradually lowered the zipper. He freed his cock, huge and ready, with a heart-shaped head.

  Just the sight of his perfect shaft made her mouth water. She reached out to touch it but he batted her hand away.

  “Not until I tell you to touch it.” He stepped closer, grasped the root and stroked her breast with the engorged head.

  The notion of having hard length of masculine flesh inside her made her mouth water.

  He rubbed his erection over both her nipples in turn then threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her head toward the tip.

  She licked a pearl of his seed from the slit. The salty taste of his lust made her hungry for more. His fingers tightened in her hair and he let out a gasp. She swirled her tongue over the crown and went to wrap her hand around his length. Before she could, he released her head and pulled away.

  “No. Not yet.” He pushed his jeans down and took them off, giving Belle a view of his glorious body in the nude.

  She drank in his perfectly muscled calves and thighs. He turned around and picked up his pants from the floor. Her breath caught at the sight of his drool-worthy backside and the sexy vee from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist.

  Returning to the bed, he picked up the black cloth and used it to blindfold her. Not being able to see what he was doing added another dimension to her submission.

  “That’s not too tight, is it?” he asked.

  She inwardly smiled at the idea that he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. Even though he might inflict more pain, she was sure it would only be in the interest of pleasure. He was anything but cruel.

  She could sense him moving, shifting things around. Her stomach clenched with a mix of fear and excitement.

  Grasping her arms, he pulled up so she stood facing him. He cupped her cheek and gave her a slow, tasting kiss. Then he turned her around. Her thighs bumped into the mattress.

  Taking her wrists, he held them together behind her. Then he bound them with a heavy cloth. No, leather. His belt. She forced back a sigh. He skimmed his hands down her sides, over her hips gave her backside a hard whack. And another. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud.

  She was completely at his mercy and the feeling of utter helplessness was the most powerful aphrodisiac she’d ever experienced. Her sex clenched in anticipation of whatever misdeeds he had in mind.

  Ram cupped his hand over her butt and she braced for the sting of another slap, but his touch was gentle now, soothing. His arms went around her and caught her breasts. Her blood heated when she felt his erection press against her backside.

  He released one of her breasts as he tweaked the sensitive point of the other. Long, possessive fingers parted her labia and she couldn’t hold back a whimper. He brushed a thick finger over her bud. Her pussy vibrated with longing.

  He started rubbing her cleft in slow and teasing strokes. He knew how to make her come and he brought her to the precipice again then stopped. She held her breath, praying he’d let her climax.

  But instead, he patted her mound. “Not until I say so.” His breath was warm on her shoulder.

  “Please. I want to come again.”

  Ram would let her come again, but not until he’d buried himself inside her. He turned her around to face him, looked her over. Need tightened inside him at the sight of her, naked and blindfolded, totally under his command. “Get on your knees.” He helped her kneel in front of him.

  She leaned her head back, blind and helpless and he knew he had her right where he wanted her—deliciously desperate.

  Grasping his shaft, he touched the tip to her lips again. She opened her mouth and licked a circle around the head. Pleasure raced through him as her tongue flicked and swirled over his cock.

  He tangled his fingers in her silky hair and held her head to him. Her teeth abraded his flesh as she took him inside the hot, warm and wet confines of her mouth. Her pussy would feel even sweeter.

  She made little moaning sounds that vibrated against his skin, heightening his enjoyment. When he felt himself growing closer, he withdrew his cock and lifted his balls to her mouth. Her velvet tongue slid over them, sucked gently on them, just the right amount of heat and pressure.

  He studied her face. Even with the mask covering her eyes, he could detect the joy in her expression. He heard it in her blissful sighs. She liked this as much as he did. The woman called to his most torrid fantasies.

  He had to fuck her. Withdrawing from her mouth, he petted her hair. “I’m going to help you stand.” With that, he pulled her up then bent her face down over the side of the bed. He hesitated only long enough to slide on a condom as he anticipated what it would feel like to breech her glistening red folds.

  Moving behind her, he pushed a finger into her wet pussy, she moaned hungrily, like a caged animal ready to spring. “Please, Master, please.”

  “You want me to fuck, you, Belle, don’t you?”

  “I need you to fuck me so hard.” Her voice was hoarse and desperate.

  Hanging on to the razor-thin shred of his control, he thrust into her, easing himse
lf inside her tightness. She clenched around him in welcome, sheathing him perfectly as he advanced deeper and deeper in her channel. He started thrusting, gripping her waist.

  She rolled her hips, rocked against him. “Yes, oh God, yes. Thank you, Master.”

  He withdrew a moment, gave her ass a hard slap before stroking into her again.

  She rewarded him with a joyful moan. “Thank you.”

  He clutched her hips, sank his fingers into her flesh, slamming into her with all his might. His balls constricted as he rode her relentlessly.

  Christ, he was so close. His head swam in pleasure as he detonated in a white-hot blast. He thrust hard into her pussy, ecstasy swamping his entire body. When he finally stilled, he rubbed his hands over her back, felt the waves of satisfaction rolling off her damp skin. “You okay?”

  “Oh, yes.” She shuddered a sigh. “That was…the best.”

  He bent to kiss her back.

  Belle shivered as his lips grazed her skin. Then he untied the blindfold and released her hands, pulled her into a comforting embrace. Her body felt totally used, as if she’d had a perfect workout. And completely satisfied. She’d never come so much or so hard her whole life.

  Ram rubbed her stiff arms then turned her around to face him. His eyes were half-glazed and his skin glistened with sweat. “Would you stay the night?”

  Her heart double-timed. “Sure.”

  He led her into the master bedroom and pulled back a velvety comforter on a huge bed. “Bathroom’s right there.” He gestured to a closed door behind him. “Feel free to use my robe. It’s hanging on the back of the door. Although you look…” His gaze caressed her nude body. “Great just like that.”

  “I could say the same for you.” She allowed herself a good long look at him. His broad shoulders and thick arms were roped with enough muscle to make her drool. Not to mention his six-pack. And his cock was damn fine. It was a shame to cover those granite-hard legs in long pants for work every day.

  Biting on her lower lip, she headed for the bathroom to clean up. As she pulled on his robe, she inhaled his scent.

  What happens now?

  With her having a higher rank at the jail, they couldn’t be seen in public together so the notion of going on a date was a moot point. That thought destroyed her velvet mood. Hell, for all she knew they’d go their separate ways in the morning and never go out again. But she was too tired to think about it.

  Staring at her reflection, she imagined what all that heavy makeup would look like in the morning. At least she’d thought to throw lip-gloss in her purse along with a fresh pair of panties. She scrubbed her face clean then returned to the bedroom.

  Ram was already in bed. He lifted the covers and patted the mattress. “Come here, you.”

  His simple request warmed her skin. He didn’t have to ask twice. She shut her eyes and sighed when Ram wrapped his big body around her. Maybe they could have more than just sex. Did she dare dream?

  Chapter Three

  The loud shriek of his cell woke them both. Ram reached around her to grab the phone from the night table.

  “Sergeant Ramsey,” he growled. “Mm hmm. Really?”

  Belle peeled open her eyes and tried to make out what the caller was saying, but couldn’t.

  “Yes, sir, that’s great news. Thank you.” He dropped the cell on to the wood tabletop then rolled over.

  Curiosity gnawed at her insides. No way was she going back to sleep. She sighed and yanked the covers away from him but he just lay there with his back to her. Clearing her throat, she purposely poked his side. “Sorry. Accident.”

  He grunted something unintelligible.

  She threw back the sheets then sat up and made a show of a loud yawn. When he didn’t move, she stretched her arms, sighed again. Still nothing. Rolling her eyes, she whacked his arm. “Hey.”

  “Ow. That hurt.” He turned over and clutched his forearm. “What did I do?” But the glint in his eyes assured her he was messing with her.

  “What was your great news? I assume it was the jail, right?”

  He skimmed his eyes over her bare breasts and grinned.

  She gave him another swat. “Was it?”

  He met her stare with barely disguised amusement. “What?”

  “Ram!” She set her fists on her waist. “Quit teasing me and tell me what the good news is.”

  He shrugged. “No big deal, just some realignment of management at work.”

  “What does that mean?”

  He propped himself up on one elbow and ran a finger over her hip. “That means the chief decided he wanted more coverage in certain areas. He made a couple promotions.”

  Her breath locked in her throat. If they were the same rank they could date without directly violating a policy. If Ram even wanted to date. Did she dare hope? She mentally crossed her fingers. “And?”

  “And you’re looking at Lieutenant Ramsey.” He touched his finger to her lips. The gesture was sweet and gentle and gave her hope that he wanted more than to master her.

  She threw her arms around his neck. “Congratulations. That’s so…perfect.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Well, we can…I mean, if you wanted to we wouldn’t be violating…you know. It would just make it easier if we…” She waited for him to comment, but instead, he threw the covers back and strode to the bathroom.

  Infuriating man. Wasn’t he even going to say anything about them being equal in rank now? Unless it didn’t matter to him. Would he give her some excuse like he had two years earlier? Maybe he didn’t want to date her. Maybe he just wanted last night.

  * * * * *

  Ram finished shaving then pulled open the bathroom door. Belle was still in his bed. And from the way her hands were tightly fisted on the covers, she was apparently still angry. How could he resist teasing her? Her face was red and every muscle in that sexy body was tensed up tight.

  He pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. “How does bacon and eggs sound?”

  Her adorable chin jutted forward. “I’m not hungry.”

  He tried to keep a straight face as he watched hers contort with confusion and irritation. Should he let her know he was messing around with her? He knew what she wanted. It was obvious from every conversation they’d had. Of course he wanted to pursue a relationship with her. Wasn’t his style to sleep with a woman then walk away. But he knew she had the policies at the jail committed to memory and she’d never openly violate one of those rules. “What about a cup of coffee then?”

  She hugged her knees to her chest and shook her head.

  He sighed loudly. “Well, if you won’t let me make you breakfast, you’re forcing me to take you to dinner later. If you’re free. How do you feel about Chez Normandy?”

  The confusion on her face was priceless.

  “Unless you have a problem dating another lieutenant.” He sat on the edge of the bed to put on his socks and shoes. “Because I think we have some celebrating to do, don’t you? It’s not every day that we’re promoted.”

  Her eyes brightened and her shoulders relaxed. She nodded and finally allowed her smile to come out.

  “Good. Because we need to have a real date,” he said.

  “Yeah?”

  He squeezed her thigh. “Yeah.”

  A deep furrow formed on her forehead.

  “What is it, Belle?”

  She huffed a breath. “I’m curious. Remember when we went out two years ago. I thought things were going great then…” She lowered her gaze.

  “Then I dropped off the radar.”

  She nodded. Damn, he never wanted to see sadness in those eyes again.

  He took her hand. “I’ll be honest with you, Belle. I was going through a divorce, just like I said. And it wasn’t pleasant.” He tried to relax the starch in his shoulders. Talking about his emotions wasn’t something he did easily. “But that wasn’t the only reason I ended things between you and me. You see, I felt something there, something I wasn’t
ready for.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her soft skin. “I’m not a man who admits fear, but you scared the hell out of me.”

  Her gaze narrowed on his. “Why?”

  “Look at you. You’re gorgeous and incredibly sexy. But when I started getting to know you better I realized you were much more than a pretty face and a smoking hot body. You’re smart and caring and funny. You felt way too much like…home.”

  Her expression softened. “I felt it too.”

  He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Can I let you in on a secret?”

  Wide eyed, she nodded.

  “Last night was the most amazing sex ever.”

  Her cheeks flushed pink. “For me too. I’m not saying I want it that way every time, but I do like it. A lot.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, I gathered that.”

  She elbowed him but her face grew even redder. “So you want to pursue this, huh?”

  He cupped the side of her face. “I’m in, Belle.”

  Her smile broadened. “That makes two of us.”

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  Horsing Around

  Chapter One

  Paige Eastman lifted her gaze from her laptop when the taxi came to a stop in front of a white two-story colonial-style home. Could this be her father’s place? She surveyed the lush green landscape and rolling hills. Fishing in her purse, her fingers closed around the money she’d stashed for the fare. Maybe being here would answer some of the gnawing questions she had about the father she’d hardly known.

  “This is the Circle O Ranch, right?” She handed the driver a fifty.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He stepped out of the car. Seconds later the trunk clicked open.

  She climbed out of the cab and drew in a deep breath infused with the scent of fresh cut grass and something else, something vaguely unpleasant. Another sniff. Manure? Nausea threatened, but she forced it back. Lord, it had to be a hundred degrees out. Why would anyone choose to live in such a hellishly hot place?

  No one had even contacted her until more than a month after his death. Now she had the unwanted task of disposing of the assets of a man she hadn’t spoken to in more than ten years.