The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 37 - 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Rebecca Milton

  “It’s not something I tell people,” he said as I sat down next to him.

  “I totally get that,” I said. Letting people know you were a duchess meant one thing: none of your friends would ever be your real friends. I looked at him and noticed his lush lips. They were almost beckoning. Normally, I would fling myself in his arms and kiss him and then see how things would go on from there. I hated that I had to restrain myself. This never happened. I always took what I wanted and I never, ever hesitated. What was it about this guy that made me second guess myself so much?

  “You make me nervous,” I blurted out. He smiled and leaned in closer to me.

  “Do I?” he asked with a smile. I nodded and then laughed.

  “I have no idea why I just said that,” I said. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I apologizing? I never apologize. I looked at him and felt my cheeks flush. He slowly cupped my face and smiled.

  “I love that I make you nervous,” he said. “You know what else I would like to make you?”

  I smiled nervously. I was not sure I wanted to hear what he wanted to say but a part of me did anyway so I nodded. He smiled and slowly came up. His lips met mine in a warm exhilarating kiss sending shivers down my spine. He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. My heart was beating so fast and for some reason I could not even collect my thoughts.

  “I would like to make you mine,” he said in a whisper. His words hit me hard, making me hot and somewhat moist. I looked at him and smiled nervously.

  “What do you mean yours?” I asked in a whisper.

  “I could show you,” he said as he looked at me. I had an idea of what I wanted the interpretation of his words to be but I also needed to be sure he was on the same page with me. He brought his lips up again to meet mine and this time, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply. His kiss was so beautifully true, so soft, so unnerving. I wanted to mount him right there and ride him till I had no more in me. I almost melted in his arms when I felt his other arm snaking round my waist, holding me close. We lay down on the carpet, kissing, his hand caressing me as if he had done it so many times before.

  Taylor slipped a finger underneath one strap of my dress and slowly pushed it off my shoulder. He looked into my eyes as he did so, almost as if he was looking for a formal okay from me. I looked into his eyes and had a short debate in my head whether or not I wanted to fuck a man I had met a few hours before. But then again, this would not be the first time this happened. This was something I did almost every single day but the weird thing was, I was usually in control.

  Something about Taylor drove me wild. All I wanted to do was for him to command me, take me and do with me as he willed. I had lost myself to him. I was willing to do so much more just to please him. I gasped when he slipped the other strap off my shoulders and marveled at my breasts that were concealed in my blue bra.

  “Impressive,” he said looking at me. For some reason I felt myself blush. He leaned in close and gently planted kisses on my cleavage as he ran his hand down my torso. I looked at him as he slowly caressed me. He was clearly having a good time doing it. Under normal circumstances that would have been me, caressing, running my finger down his chest to his torso. He suddenly stopped and gently pushed me down on the carpet. I watched him as he pulled my dress off and threw it aside. I felt vulnerable, shy even.

  There I was lying in down in my underwear and shoes and Taylor, still fully clothed. He looked down at me and smiled. He was clearly enjoying being in charge. He brought his head down and kissed the sides of my face and then trailed his kiss down to my breasts again. I waited for him to take my bra off but he never did. He went down to my ribs and kissed me, expertly running his tongue on my skin, making me hotter than I had ever known was possible. I raised my head and looked at him as he avoided the area covered by my panties and then went on to kiss my thighs.

  I moaned when his teender lips made contact with the soft skin on my inside thigh. I tried hard not to make a sound as he ran his tongue up and down my thigh making me want to flip him over so bad. I gave in to my desire and flipped him over so that he was under me. I put my hand on his belt buckle but he stopped me.

  “When I have you, I want you to beg for me,” he said before slipping a hand behind my neck and pulling me down. His lips met mine in a long lingering kiss before he finally pulled away and rolled me over so I could lay by his side.

  “Come on, get dressed. We don’t want to be missed for long, now do we?” he asked smirking. I was still shocked. I was not used to people treating me like this. I was the one who treated them this way. He watched me as I got dressed and then helped me up. We were both quiet as we walked back to the house. He slipped an arm around my waist as we walked and I was inclined to turn around and kiss him but something told me I would regret that so I didn’t.

  “Will I see you again?” I asked when we got back to the house.

  “You have my number and my insurance information. It all depends on you,” he said before walking towards his family. For the few minutes I spent at the estate, looking at him whenever I could, I almost hated myself. My panties were so wet. I wanted Taylor. I needed Taylor.

  As I drove back to my condo, I could not help but think about him. Think about what being taken by him could be like. The next day, I took my car to the shop and then took a rental. On this particular day, I was not feeling particularly psyched for work. I was probably at the office for an hour or two at the most before I got a call.

  “I waited for your call. You took longer than I expected,” Taylor said. My heart almost skipped a beat when I heard his voice.

  “I was going to. I just took my car to the shop.”

  “I know. I got a call from the insurance company. Where are you?” he asked.

  “The office. Why?” I asked.

  “I just sent you an email with an address. Meet me there in half an hour,” he said before hanging up. Again, normally this would be me saying this but this time round, he was the one calling the shots. It was exhilarating. I picked my bag up and walked out of my office.

  “Miranda, I’ll be back in the afternoon,” I said as I quickly walked past my assistant. Even as I said those words, I had no idea where I was going. I went to the address he had sent me, my heart pounding hard and fast. When I got to the address, I was impressed. The place, which I assumed was his apartment, was almost as tastefully decorated as mine. He clearly had a thing for fine art evident in the Monet pieces he had lined up the walls with.

  “You’re here,” I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and smiled.

  “Do you always leave your door unlocked?” I asked as I looked at him.

  “I left that open just for you,” he said as he walked towards me. When he got to where I was, he stood right in front of me and looked at my outfit. I partly hated myself for wearing a low necked blouse.

  “I have something to show you,’ he said taking my hand. I smiled nervously as he led me to one of the bedrooms in his apartment. When he opened the door, I gasped. This was a BDSM haven. There were ropes, chains, handcuffs…the whole shebang. He held me from behind making me shudder.

  “Do you still want me?” he asked as he leaned in close. I nodded and he began lifting my skirt up. He slowly and gently caressed my thighs before he ripped my shirt off. It was a contrast from the gentle way he caressed me. He turned me around and looked at me. I could see a bulge in his trousers. He was obviously turned on by the way I looked helpless with my skirt lifted up. He walked me to a plank of wood and sat me down. He took my hands and handcuffed them to what seemed to be the headboard of the plank.

  He then took a rope and tied each of my legs to two posts at the foot of the plank. I looked at him as he took a penknife from his pocket. I was a bit terrified as I looked at him. What was the knife for? Was he one of those sadistic men who liked torturing women for their pleasure? He leaned in and placed the cold blade on my tummy making me breath harder and harder. He slowly brought the blade up and
with one smooth snip, cut my bra into two. I saw him smile as he looked at my full breasts.

  He dropped the blade and took my breasts in his hands. He kneaded and caressed making me moan softly as he went on. He suddenly took my nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers and then rubbed making me whimper. He released my breasts and then began to slowly run his hands on my skin the way he had done the day before. I was almost at my wit’s end when he pulled away. I looked at him pleadingly as he walked over to a big box of sex toys.

  He came back holding a vibrator in one hand and a butt plug in the other. I felt a shiver go down my spine. I had never used a butt plug, I had no idea what to expect. He went on caressing me before holding the vibrator against my clit.

  I sighed, gasped and finally whimpered as I felt the toy giving me intense pleasure almost bringing me to orgasm. I had heard of dominant partners and I knew that cumming was the biggest mistake I could have done. When he finally pulled the vibrator away, my panties were as wet as ever. He smiled down at me as he tore my panties away. “Tell me what you want,” he said.

  “I want you,” I said in a whisper. He smiled and shook his head.

  “You are not ready for me yet,” he said as he squeezed what looked like lube onto the butt plug. He then went on to lube my ass before he began pushing the plug into my ass hole. I moaned and gasped loudly as I felt the plug invading my privacy, tearing into my secret sacred areas. I closed my eyes when I felt his finger on my clit, rubbing and caressing. I began squirming as he probed his fingers into my drenched pussy. By this time, I just needed a release. The way he was fingering me, expertly like he had something to prove, was driving me crazy. I hated feeling like this, like I had no control over what was happening.

  He went on fingering me for a few minutes before I felt myself give out. I looked up at him as he looked at my pussy, cumming and cumming onto his fingers.

  “I didn’t give you permission to do that,” he said calmly. He pulled his fingers out and held them against my lips. I obediently licked my juices off his fingers before he walked over to his box again. This time when he came back, he was holding a spanking paddle. I had been where he was standing before and I knew how exciting being the dominant one could be but I also knew how depressing it could be for the submissive.

  I looked at him as he began spanking the sides of my ass and my thighs. For some reason, each stroke made me wetter even though I was screaming hard as he continued with his punishment. He must have hit me twenty times before he finally stopped. He looked at me and smiled again.

  “Please fuck me. Please!” I begged looking into his eyes. He smiled and finally released his cock from his pants. He unfastened my hands and legs before making me kneel on the plank. I moaned as he spanked me softly at first and then harder as he went on. He suddenly held my hair and pulled it just as I felt the bulbous head of his cock slip inside my pussy. He was a commendable size, I had to admit and the way he fucked was like no one else I had ever bedded. He shoved his cock so far up my pussy I yelped.

  I could feel my pussy wrap around his cock like a well-fitting glove and the way he rammed into me told me just one thing, this duke loved being in control. As he went on, his pace kept on increasing until he became like a machine, fucking me as if he was being pushed by something from behind. The pressure in my pussy and my ass was building up so fast I thought I might cum again but I was scared. Scared of what would happen if I allowed myself to orgasm again.

  “Allow me to cum,’ I begged but there was no answer. “Taylor please,” I begged again. He responded by pulling my hair again.

  “Right now, I am not Taylor. I am your master,” he said emphasizing each word with his thrust. “Do you understand?” he asked as he thrust hard into me.

  “Yes, master,” I said as I felt him slamming hard into me. He fucked me long and hard before I heard him command me to let go. I needed no second bidding. I came long and hard onto his cock as he also spewed inside me. We both collapsed onto the floor and lay on a heap of ecstasy before he finally reached into his pocket. I felt him take something out before I felt something cold on my breasts. I looked down and noticed he had placed his platinum credit card on my tits. “Did you just pay me?” I asked. He laughed and draped his arm around me.

  “No, I just need to be responsible for what you wear the next time I see you,” he said.

  “You do realize I can afford this, right? I am a duchess you know,” I said.

  “And I am a duke and this duke is going to take care of his duchess,” he said in a whisper.

  I knew what that meant. I would no longer be having fun with my boy toys. I smiled as I fell into a deep sleep. Like I said in the beginning, I am not a whore. I just love sex and the money, well, that’s just an added plus.

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  Strange Bedfellows

  by

  Abigail Cooper

  I'm not one to get involved with sticky relationships, and Jamie was getting a little clingy for his own good. He was always underfoot, calling me at all hours of the day to just to see how I was doing, and I was beginning to feel suffocated with all the attention.

  My mother would tell me that he was just being attentive, but I saw it as more of a stalker syndrome, and somebody that really didn't trust my own judgment. The career I had as a journalist made it possible for me to see all the signs, and even though most women would give their first born to have a man like him in their life, I was just not made of that kind of stuff. Everything he did was starting to annoy me, so much so that I needed to get away as soon as I could.

  There was a message on my answering service, and I pressed the required digits to bring up the message. “Honey, you haven't called me back, and I am beginning to get worried my little lamb chop.” It wasn't just his constant badgering; it was also these inane nicknames that he came up with that were making me sick to my stomach. There had to be a way to loosen his hold, and get some much-needed time alone.

  As if in answer to my prayer, something on my computer caught my attention, and suddenly I was smiling for the first time in the last few weeks.

  Gerald Woolston was a well-known financier, who swindled investors out of millions of dollars, and instead of staying in the country and answering to the crime, he had decided to take his show on the road. Every agency was looking for him, and every journalist was clamoring for the opportunity to get his photograph and his story on paper.

  I had been after this story for some time, and now it was looking like I was getting the results from every inquiry that I had put out to find him.

  “Jay, I think I might have a lead on one Gerald Woolston.” This caught my editor's attention, as he looked up with his glasses perched on the edge of his nose. “I just need a travel voucher, and a couple of weeks in the field, and I should be able to bring back the story of the century,” I argued, as he sat there with his hands steepled in front of him.

  “That will be an amazing feat, if of course you can actually do it,” he replied making it sound like he didn't believe that I had what it took to get the story. “If you think you can bring me that story, then by all means I will be glad to give you the voucher and the time off.” Jay was seeing the merit of what I was proposing, and if I could really come through at the last hour, he would be hailed as one of the best editors of all time.

  He passed me the voucher, and I looked down to see that the plane was about to take off in less than two hours. That didn't give me a whole lot of time to go home and explain things to Jamie, and I imagined it was going to be full of tears and remorse, all the messiness that I wanted to avoid. I just couldn't see myself listening to him whine, so instead I just went to the airport with only the clothes on my back, and of course my own personal laptop.

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nbsp; The plane took off on time for a change, and I landed in Nicaragua a few hours later. The first thing that I noticed was how bloody hot it was here. I was used to temperatures in the high 90s, but this was so overwhelming that I didn't feel comfortable in what little clothes I had on. My blonde hair was matted to my forehead, and my clothes were sticking to me like a second skin.

  Taking off my jacket, it left me with a black T-shirt that was easily drawing the sun, with my hard nipples poking out against the fabric with no bra to encumber my breasts.

  It's true what they say about women using what God gave them, and I have learned early on in my life that using my sexuality made doors open that probably wouldn't have for any of the male populace.

  “Excuse me, but I was wondering where I can find transportation to this place?” I passed a sheet of paper over to the girl at the desk in the airport. She took one look at my destination, and then pointed to a bus outside the door. It wasn't like I had designs on luxury accommodations, but this contraption was on its last legs, with acrid exhaust spilling from behind it. “Thanks... I think,” I said looking at the deathtrap that was waiting for me.