One Hot Summer

by Alicia Sparks

  “Very pretty. Do you know how pretty your pussy is? It’s a good pussy, all stretched out like this. I knew you would be a good girl for me.”

  “Please,” she managed, but she didn’t know what she was asking for. She didn’t want him to remove the pencils, but she didn’t want them to remain inside her either. The gnawing hunger that had gripped her earlier still clung, becoming more acute as he pinched her clit before sliding in another pencil.

  “Please what?” he mocked, his voice teasing against her skin.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Don’t move.”

  He must have sensed she wanted to, because his hold on her pussy became harder, the pressure building beneath his hand.

  “What do you want from me?”

  “I want you to be my slave. Plain and simple. Are you ready to take it further?”

  Yes! She wanted to scream it, but she couldn’t find her voice. She nodded wildly against the tabletop.

  “Give me your hand.”

  She reached down for him, but he placed her hand against the pencils.

  “Wrap your fingers around them. I want you hold them there. Don’t shift them. No stroking. Do not fuck yourself. Just keep them there; do you understand?”

  “Yes,” the word was a breath caught somewhere in her chest.

  “Good girl. Yes, you are a very good girl.”

  Chapter Five

  It took three weeks for Summer to be able to look Marcus in the eye after their night of sex games. She had ended up screaming out her safe word, throwing on her clothes, and fleeing from the library, more ashamed than anything else. The emotions that had built up inside her chest had sent her too far over the edge. She’d had to get away from him and away from the library, should never have let him get to her like that. Why had she so unabashedly dropped her panties and plopped herself down onto the conference table, allowed him to touch her the way he had? Something about him made her act not quite like herself. Actually, everything about him made her react like that.

  She still occasionally found him looking at her from across the library, as if he were searching for the right words to make her fall under his spell again. It wasn’t going to happen, though. Nothing he could do would make her spread her legs for him once more.

  She didn’t like him, she reminded herself.

  When the library closed each night, she rushed to finish her work, avoiding glancing at him or even standing near him. So far, he hadn’t made a move to repeat the events of the eve of the Fourth of July.

  Pushing a cart toward the elevator, she tried to take her mind off Marcus. What he had done to her was unforgivable. He had made her give over her control to him. Had made her do things that caused her to blush thinking about them. She’d walked naked around the library! Allowed him to touch her, to tease her.

  Damn him! Her pussy had grown wet just from thinking about him. She’d never had a man command her with such skill, such power. It was all in his eyes, whereas his voice was gentle, yet firm. Someday, she’d find another man like that, one who could make her quiver when he crooked his finger in her direction. Someone other than Marcus Welks. For now, she’d settle for her rabbit vibrator and thoughts of someday.

  Pressing the call button on the elevator, she waited for it to open, then trundled the cart inside and sent the elevator to the third floor. She took in a deep breath, attempting to ignore the tingling between her thighs. Tonight would be a night for a cold beer and a round or two with her new best friend. Of course, she’d think of Marcus as she played with Mr. Rabbit, but only because she didn’t have a replacement man in mind yet.

  Exiting the elevator, she took the first book from the cart; then she couldn’t help but smile a little at the title. The New Joy of Sex. Maybe someone was trying to tell her something. Shelving it and reaching for the second book, her grin was quickly swept from her face.

  Self Love 101. My Life as a Sex Slave. She quickly studied the rest of the books on her cart. Not funny. Each was a book about sex. Kinky sex. Regular sex. Types of sex she hadn’t even known existed outside of porno movies. Finally, one caught her attention. Domination and Submission by M. Welks. Her heart momentarily stilled in her chest as she wondered why the library would even carry books such as these. Turning the volume over, she wasn’t completely surprised by the smiling face that graced the back cover. He’d been younger then, but it was most definitely the man she had just been fantasizing about.

  Curiosity got the better of her as she opened the book and began scanning the pages within. Reading through the introduction, she learned Marcus had worked as a dominant for several years. Of course, every act he’d performed had been approved by the submissive, who ultimately was in control.

  Turning the pages, she saw pictures of so-called submissive women in various poses. Some of them had masks over their faces, their hands tied behind their backs. Others were bent over tables, their legs spread as a man in a mask raised a leather whip. One woman with long, blond hair had her breasts bound in what was described as a form of Japanese bondage.

  Each picture provided a new possibility, and each one aroused her more than the last. Her pussy grew more moist as she continued flipping the leaves. Shifting a little, wishing she had her vibrator with her now, she opted to slide out one of the wooden chairs ‑‑ then sat on it and placed her bare foot beneath her so that her pussy grazed against the edge of her heel.

  She closed her eyes for an instant and took a deep breath, then examined a picture of what appeared to be a costume party. But the attendants were all nude or scantily clad. Some were being led around by chains attached to collars around their necks. Others had long links attached to their pierced nipples. One woman was being led by a chain attached to a ring in her clitoris.

  Summer found herself rocking against her heel, her cunt growing slicker as she imagined what it would be like to completely give someone such control. Would she allow herself to be chained like that? She turned the page to see a woman tied to a wheel. Men surrounded her, some touching her, others obviously teasing her with leather whips and feathers. The woman’s face was clearly full of arousal. Summer knew she could never allow something like that to happen to her.

  Then again, she had allowed Marcus to fuck her with a bunch of pencils with nary a thought to protest until she’d realized just how aroused she was getting.

  “Find something you like?”

  He’d been watching her, she was sure. He knew her secret. Not only was he now aware she had found his book, but he knew she was sitting here, grinding her pussy against her heel beneath her skirt, trying to get off to the pictures in his book.

  “N-no. Not really,” she lied. She knew her face must be crimson. She didn’t protest as he removed the book from her, closed it, and placed it on the nearby table.

  “I don’t think this book belongs to the library. It must have gotten mixed in by accident.” His voice was smooth, as if he wasn’t even aware it was his book. Of course he knew, the bastard! The wicked gleam in his eyes told her she’d been set up.

  “Marcus…” She wasn’t sure what to say to him, but she had to say something.

  “Which pictures excited you the most? The ones of the sexy librarian who gives herself over to her boss? The ones of the women who are being dominated by men who know how to handle a woman’s body? Tell me, Summer, what is your fantasy?” As soon as he said the words, he revealed the yardstick he’d hidden behind his back. A shiver ran through her body as she remembered her last encounter with it.

  “I don’t have a fantasy.”

  He hit the stick hard against the table, causing her to jump. To her disgust, her pussy vibrated with anticipation and her ass stung, as if it longed to have the ruler slam against it. “Yes, you do. The expression on your face proves it. You have that glazed, sex look in your eyes. You’re teetering on the edge, and I know how to push you over.”

  “I’ll sue you for sexual harassment,” she warned, conscious that both of them knew h
er words were nothing but an empty threat.

  “I doubt that. I don’t plan to rape you. What I do intend to do is show you how good sex can be. I know you need someone to take control of you. You’re so ripe for this. I’ve waited for you to come to me, to tell me to dominate you again, but you haven’t, and I can’t wait any longer.” He leaned against the table, sliding his ass onto the surface but keeping his feet on the ground. “Do you want me to show you how things can be?”

  “I don’t want anything from you.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Sure about what?”

  “Tell me you want me to go, and I’ll leave you alone. I’ll never mention this again. But if you are…” There was a bit of a threat in his voice.

  “I’m not interested in you.”

  “Prove it.”

  She opened her mouth to protest but couldn’t quite find the words. Damn him! He knew his book had gotten to her, and the smugly arrogant look on his face confirmed it.

  “If I reach down and touch your pussy, will it be soaked?”

  She stuck out her jaw, feeling it twitch slightly. “Yes.” The word reluctantly shot from her lips.

  “I thought so. Do you want me to scratch that itch, then?”

  “No.” She didn’t move, though. Heaven help her, she wanted to stand up and walk right out, file a claim against the arrogant Marcus Welks, and get the job she knew she deserved. Instead, she just gaped at him, dumbfounded, knowing all she really wanted to do was leap on the table with him and have him fuck her well into next week.

  “I’ll tell you what. If you want to see what this world is about,” he tapped the book with the yardstick, “I can show it to you. I know it intimately.”

  “I figured that.”

  “And your curiosity is making it so that you can’t sleep. I’ve noticed you yawning on and off. I bet you stay up all night wondering what it would be like. Would you like to go to a party? Be adored by strangers? Touched, fondled, whipped into submission? Have men worship at your feet? Have your pussy licked and sucked and ‑‑”

  “Enough!” She pushed her chair back and stood, slipped her foot back into her shoe. This time she was determined to walk away.

  “I’m hard for you, Summer. I want to slide my cock into you. I want to take you to a party, show off your beautiful pussy. I want to tie you up and whip you, let others touch you. I want you to be at my mercy.”

  Her hands trembled at his words and her pussy clenched. “I don’t even like you,” she managed.

  “It doesn’t matter. We have something in common, you and I. I need to dominate, and you need to submit. I can make you come alive.”

  The promise hung in the air between them.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Think about it.”

  “Go to hell.”

  Chapter Six

  Marcus knew he’d pushed her too far, which was why he wasn’t surprised when Summer didn’t show up to work the next day. He had tried too hard to get her to open up to him, but he knew he wasn’t wrong about her. The idea of having someone take control of her turned her on; it was clear that she’d never admit it, though.

  It was 10:00 a.m. when the phone rang in his office. He half expected it to be Summer. Instead, it was Doc Sherman, the head librarian for the region’s libraries. He was the man they all answered to.

  “Marcus?”

  “Hi, Doc. How are you today?” He tapped his pencil against the desk, wondering if Summer had gone through with her sexual harassment threat.

  “I’m fine, but I hate to be the bearer of bad news. Your partner, Summer, put in a request for a transfer a few weeks ago. The approval came in late last night.”

  Marcus’s heart sank at the announcement. “Thanks for letting me know.”

  “We’ll be sending you a replacement in the coming week.” The rest of the conversation was a blur.

  Summer was leaving, and whatever breakthrough Marcus had thought he was going to have with her last night was gone.

  He waited for the library to close, then headed out to his old haunt, a place he hadn’t shown up at in a long time. When he entered the door of the private club called Pleasure Shores, he knew there was nothing inside half as enticing as Summer had been in the library weeks earlier and last night. He had seen it all before, after all.

  She had been primed for his world, ready to be initiated into the lifestyle he had tried to run from for so long. Then she’d turned on him and taken the easy way out, denying her need to be dominated and denying him the need to dominate.

  The fog from the stage choked him as he entered the main room. This was more like a dance club than an S & M club. The casual observer wouldn’t know what went on behind the closed doors in the back regions. Out here, dominants hooked up with submissives, but in the hidden rooms, the entire decadent D/s world opened up to those who dared taste it.

  Not for him tonight. He ordered a drink and then slid into a dark corner booth, knowing he wouldn’t sample any of the wares that might be offered to him. The music pulsed in his head, and he imagined Summer dancing in front of him, gyrating erotically, barely clad. If he hadn’t thrust beyond what she was willing to surrender, she might have given in to him eventually. Then, they both would’ve gotten what they desired, would’ve been able to live out their fantasies.

  He watched as a group of girls flirted with one another, dancing closely, touching and teasing. One flipped her hair over her shoulder, offering her neck to another who slid her tongue all the way down to the woman’s cleavage.

  “Getting an eyeful?” A blonde stood before him, her voice like liquid honey.

  “More than plenty.” Something about her seemed familiar as he lifted his drink and smiled.

  “Thought I might run into you here one of these days.” She slid into the booth across from him.

  “Oh?” He raised his eyebrows and scanned her flawless European face.

  “Yes. You don’t remember me, do you?” She smiled in that flirtatious way that only the most experienced teases could pull off.

  “I’m afraid I don’t.” He hated admitting it, but if he were more on top of his game, he might’ve been able to place the face.

  “Giselle. You were my teacher once upon a time. In London.”

  How many drink- and drug-induced nights ago had that been? “I’m out of that scene now.”

  “I bet you still know how to make a girl’s ass sting, though. Wanna give it a try for old times’ sake?” She licked her lips and reached across the table.

  The offer was tempting, but tonight, there was only one woman on his mind. Summer had gotten under his skin, had infected him with the desire to possess her. There was more to his attraction to her than just the need to taste her. There was something about Summer that made him want all of her. “Thanks, Giselle, but I’m drinking alone tonight.”

  “A man like you never drinks alone. You want someone to control, someone who knows how to handle you. You thrive when you have a woman squirming beneath you. Want me to slide under the table and suck you, then? Remind you of how good it can be?”

  Something close to the bar caught his eye. A blur of red velvet and thick, dark hair. When the woman turned, he very clearly saw Summer’s innocent face in a whirl of vultures that would swoop down on her at a moment’s notice. His hand stiffened around his drink; he wanted to join the crowd, take her to the back, and show her how much she needed him.

  “Do you see that girl by the bar?”

  “In the red? I see her. You want her?”

  “Yes.”

  Giselle smiled brilliantly, like an old pro. “She’s yours, then. Why don’t you go up to the balcony where you can watch. She looks like she needs a gentle, guiding hand.”

  “You must have had a brilliant teacher,” he teased as he raised his glass to his lips without taking his gaze off Summer.

  “The best.”

  * * * * *

  It was her third drink tonight, and Summer still wasn
’t sure how she’d ended up here, at Pleasure Shores. Reluctantly, she had bought Marcus’s book and still found herself fascinated with every page. The pictures continued to entice her, of course, but there was more to her arousal than the images. The whole mystery surrounding this way of life and what Marcus had done to her had excited her beyond belief; that had made her realize she had to try once again to find out more about the world of S & M.

  She’d breathed a sigh of relief when the beautiful Giselle had offered to dance with her and show her around. Summer had gained entrance into the club by mentioning Marcus’s name, but she knew that alone wouldn’t get her very far if she couldn’t get over her nervousness.

  So far, this place looked like any other nightclub with pulsing music, throbbing lights, and enough fog to make the whole room appear mysterious and somewhat foreboding. She wasn’t sure what lay beyond the misty swirl, but the answer to all of her fantasies lay somewhere in the darkness.

  “Someone wants to meet you,” Giselle announced, taking Summer’s hand and leading her into one of the back passageways.

  “I’m not sure if I’m ready for this,” she whispered, her mouth close to Giselle’s shoulder.

  “What did you come here for, then? You can learn so much about yourself. You just have to let your body go.” Giselle giggled as she pulled Summer toward one of the doors. “Are you ready to live out your fantasy?”

  Was she? Thoughts of Marcus and the library flashed through her mind. Could she trust a stranger to show her the world Marcus had made look so appealing?

  “I don’t know about all this.” Summer felt sick with anxiety as Giselle opened the door.

  “I wasn’t sure either when I first started, but I had help. Someone to show me the ropes, pun intended. Let me be your guide tonight, Summer. You’ll see how wonderful it can be to give yourself over to another person.” Giselle licked her bright red lips and tossed her lovely blond hair. Gently pushing Summer through the entrance, she let out a seductive smile.