by Multi-Author
She was trapped with a murderer, but the fear she should have felt never came. A strange calm settled over her. She heard the scratch and hiss of a match being struck. A dim light flooded the small space. Glancing at the lantern, she followed the arm that held it. His masked face betrayed nothing as he watched her.
“What are you going to do with me?” she whispered, pressing her hand to her chest. Her heart was beating at such a quick pace that she thought it would burst.
“What do you want me to do with you?” he asked. His baritone voice sent a delicious shiver through her. What was she thinking? He killed two men in front of her!
“Let me go,” she said, calmly meeting his eyes.
“I can’t do that,” he replied, setting the lantern on the workbench and crossing his arms.
“Please. I won’t say anything to anyone.”
“You’re covered in blood.” His words were simple and direct. Her eyes dropped to her gown. She had forgotten about that. There was no way she could go to the boarding house dressed like this. But she had no clothes, no way to wash herself.
“Bloody hell,” she said without thinking, and then covered her mouth. Nothing about this situation was appropriate. Even though the masked man had murdered two people, he had saved her life. For that she was thankful. Pushing the horror away, she met his eyes again. “What should I do?”
“Stay here,” he said simply and pointed behind her. There was a small cot in the back of the shed. “I’ll fetch you some decent clothes.” He put his hand on the latch.
“Thank you,” Emily said, meaning it. She stepped closer. The faint hint of cloves and cinnamon tickled her nose, tainted by something darker and much more masculine.
“A good girl would be home, in bed,” he whispered as his gloved hand slipped under her chin. She should have backed away, should have flinched, but something about him was familiar and strangely comforting. If he wanted to hurt her, he would have done so already. She boldly met his eyes, shadowed by the mask. His breath caressed her lips as he leaned close.
“But you like to live dangerously. Don’t you, Emily?” He kissed her and sparks of energy zinged through her body, landing in the pit of her stomach and igniting a flurry of butterflies. A soft moan bubbled from deep inside her throat when his spiced lips parted against her own.
Emily wrapped her arms around him. Pulling him closer, she let her need pour out. He flipped the snap of her cloak, letting it fall to the floor. His hand closed over her breast, squeezing through the fabric. She inhaled sharply. Her hands wandered beneath his coat, slipping down the front of his trousers. She sighed against his mouth as her hand wrapped around his cock. He was hard and ready for her. Her thighs were already wet from his touch, his kiss.
He slid a blade from his sleeve and gently cut the laces of her gown and stays, letting them pool around her feet. She flinched as the blade retracted. He took a step back, but she tightened her grip on his manhood.
“I’m not afraid of you.” Her husky whisper sounded strange to her own ears. She stepped closer, unbuckling his pants with her free hand. She slid them down, admiring the sight of his arousal. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him sliding inside her. She licked her lips and met his eyes, still framed by the mask.
“You should be.” His voice was dark, full of sinful promises. In one smooth motion, he released her hand from his shaft and spun her around. He pulled her against his body and rubbed his cock against the cleft of her ass. He held her hips in place, teasing her as his fingertips slid across her stomach. She shivered as they inched down, disappearing in the curls between her legs. Emily jerked as he parted her folds and dipped a finger into her. Lifting his hand to his mouth, he tasted her. She swayed against him.
“You taste sweet, just like I knew you would,” he murmured against her ear as his fingers found her wet pussy again. This time he fucked her with his fingers, pressing into her, his thumb strumming against her clit. Emily cried out, the pleasure of his touch overwhelming her. Slumping against him, she whimpered as he pulled his hand from her.
“Please,” Emily sighed, rubbing her ass against him.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he said, his voice gruff. She did as he asked, thrusting her backside toward him. She looked over her shoulder at him. He gripped her hips, his hands digging into her flesh. Emily arched back when the head of his cock pressed at her opening. He slid it across the slick lips, and then slid into her with a fluid thrust.
He was bigger than she’d expected, but he filled her perfectly. A strangled groan escaped his lips as he withdrew and plunged back into her. Gripping her hips with both hands, he fucked her while whispering unintelligible words in her ear. She reached down, touching where they were joined. Finding the sweet, pleasurable center just above it, she rubbed the tiny nub and screamed at the pleasure that consumed her. Her pussy clenched him as he drove into her. She came with a lingering cry. He pounded into her until his climax followed shortly after. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him.
Emily laid her head back against his shoulder. He nuzzled her neck, kissing the spot where her pulse raced as he slipped from her body. His hands cupped her breasts, and he rolled the nipples between his fingers. She sighed, her body tingling and tender.
“Forgive me,” he murmured against her ear as he stepped back. Fastening his pants, he straightened his clothes and disappeared into the night. Emily stood there, naked and aroused, staring in disbelief after the masked man. She found a blanket on a small cot in the back of the shed. Wrapping it around herself, she stared at her ruined clothes on the floor.
Suddenly, the door swung open. Roan stood in the doorway, a lantern in his hand. His hair was disheveled, and he looked as though he had not slept in days. Emily clutched the blanket to her chest, her face heating.
“What happened, Emily?” he asked, his eyes wide as he glanced at her clothes on the floor, then back at her.
“I’ll explain later,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Can you sneak me into the house? Please.”
He blew out the lantern. Quietly, he led her back to the boarding house. When they reached the back entrance, Emily turned to him as he held the door open.
“Thank you, Roan,” she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. A lingering scent of cloves and cinnamon tickled her nose, and she knew for certain. His body was stiff as she pressed against him, her hand on his chest. “Roan,” she whispered, “how did you know I was in the shed?”
He sighed. “I saw the light in the window.”
Her hand slid down his shirt, pausing at the top of his pants.
“How did you know...” She glanced at his lips, then his green eyes. “That I needed you.”
His eyes drifted closed as her hand closed over his cock. “You’ve been keeping secrets, Roan. How wicked of you.”
“Emily.” Her name fell from his lips in a dark, dangerous whisper as his eyes met hers. He pressed a finger to her lips. “Shhhh.” He snatched her wrist and pulled her into his room.
Three Little Men
By
Dianne Hartsock
“Billy, wait. Thought I heard something.”
“Hmmm?” Billy continued to nibble along my collarbone, distracting me. He pinched a nipple, hard, shooting sparks of pleasure right to my balls. I tugged on his hair with my teeth, knowing he’d like the pain while he sucked my neck. Sex with my lover could be wild, devastating, bite marks and bruises covering my body before he was done with me.
I moaned when he palmed my dick, and then jerked my head up at an answering wail from outside. “What...?”
“It’s nothing, baby.” Billy licked his way down my sweat-drenched chest, his rough tongue twirling around the nipple over my pounding heart. I pulled against the cuffs that attached my wrists to the headboard of the solid bed. The blindfold itched. It was Valentine’s Day evening and Billy had promised me the best sex of my life. Instead I felt helpless, frightened, while something grunted outside the wo
oden walls of the cabin we had rented. Who’d have thought of camping in February? Only my inventive lover.
“Billy...Oh!” I gasped as a well-lubed finger slid inside me. Another quickly followed and I wiggled my ass, wanting them deeper. His third finger was unexpected, making me cry out.
Billy chuckled when I jerked on the cuffs. “You can’t get away that easily, babe.” He emphasized his point by fucking me hard with his fingers while I thrashed against the cuffs locking my ankles to the corners of the bed. Several pillows lifted my ass off the mattress. Easy access. I didn’t like being this vulnerable, despite the pleasure of Billy’s fingers.
“Come on, honey, let me up,” I pleaded. “I’m not comfortable—”
I strangled on a burst of pleasure as one of his fingers curled over and stroked my prostate. He nipped and licked the nubs on my heaving chest. Damn him! He knew it drove me wild, but I wanted to be free. I jumped at a loud bang on the wall behind my head, wrenching my arms.
Billy put a hand on my hip. “Easy, baby.”
“Easy! What the fuck was that?”
My pulse roared in my ears as a scrabbling sound raced along the outside wall and paused at the window. “Oh, God,” I moaned as Billy continued to stretch me wide with his fingers, seemingly oblivious to the scratching behind the heavy curtains.
Billy lifted his head, his breath a warm puff on my skin. The scampering outside continued around the cabin, nearing the door. A shudder ran through me. “Billy?”
“I don’t think it’s the Jersey Devil,” he teased, referring to one of the stories we’d told at the fire earlier.
“No?”
I whimpered when a fourth finger slid into me. So tight! My dick swelled. Fear heightened my senses. Billy’s tongue was a sweet torment over my skin. His fingers magic inside me. I groaned again when his tongue dipped into my navel, so close to my aching cock. I came near pleading with him to suck me while the scratching at the door grew louder.
“People are wrong about the devil, you know,” Billy said, and then took a long lick up my dick.
“Jesus, Billy.” Did he want a conversation now, when my thoughts were unraveling into bliss?
“The Jersey Devil is actually three tiny men, no bigger than four or five inches tall. Just about perfect, I guess.”
“You guess?” I played along, anything so he wouldn’t stop sucking me between his words. My breath was coming in short gasps by this time, fire licking along my nerves, down my spine to my tightening nuts. Billy was so good at this! Just a few more shoves of those naughty fingers inside me, a couple more sucks on my dick, and I’d be over the edge.
Planting my feet, I pushed up, opening wider for him. I shouted as his fingers slipped in deeper. He almost had his whole fucking hand in me! I couldn’t see, but the image drove me wild. I lifted my hips, driving my cock down Billy’s throat, urging him to shove harder into me.
Billy let me slip from his mouth and nibbled the very tip of my dick until I was close to begging.
“Too bad the little men kill their lovers. So much blood! Do you remember Kevin?”
I gave a confused grunt. “Your ex?” What the fuck?
I trembled when Billy wiggled his fingers, his strokes slowing inside me. “I brought him here last year. The little men loved his sleek body. He came several times under their ministrations, screaming in ecstasy when they reached his heart.”
I froze in place, ice slipping along my veins. What is he saying? “I don’t understand.”
Billy stroked my cock, building a fire again. “My pets need to feed, darling. I bring them someone each year. Unfortunately, they eat them from the inside out.”
I collapsed onto the bed, unable to stop the shivers that raced through my body. “Very funny.”
He made a noncommittal sound and I felt empty when he pulled his fingers from me. Was he angry? Shit. “Just undo the cuffs and we’ll talk about it,” I told him, confused as hell.
“Much too late for that.”
Billy left the bed and dread filled me when I heard the latch lift and the front door creak open. “Honey?” A sob choked in my throat as something scampered across the floor. The blankets pulled under me as something climbed them, and then things were on the bed with me. Oh, God! What were they? Hard little bodies crawled onto me, ran up my thighs. They knelt on my chest, and then suddenly tiny mouths clamped onto each nipple, biting and sucking. Pleasure and pain exploded through me. I was losing my mind!
I yelled as a third creature knelt at my balls and tiny hands rubbed along my stretched hole. “Oh, fuck, Billy, make them stop!”
“Why?”
I couldn’t speak after that, horror clutching my throat. The tiny hands spread me open and the thing pushed its head against my hole. Pop. It was in me! I felt the wiggle of shoulders as it squirmed and slipped in deeper. Hands like tiny claws pulled it further inside. I bore down, trying to shit the thing out. I screamed as razor-sharp teeth bit the tender walls.
A hand slid suddenly through my hair. Billy’s voice came from far away. “Easy, baby. Don’t fight.”
I began to sob as the tiny creatures on my chest nibbled down my body, two small tongues licking at the head of my weeping dick. My balls were pushed to one side and I swooned in indescribable pleasure as another one of them wiggled into my ass. The first had reached my prostate, licking at it as if it were a favorite candy.
Billy’s hands touched my face. Soft lips pressed against mine.
“Let me go,” I whispered, and groaned as the last creature rubbed against my straining cock.
“You’re so beautiful like this. Body writhing in ecstasy, slick with sweat. Come for me, baby. I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Billy, let me go. I’ll do anything you want. Make them go away. You can do anything you want to me.” I knew I was babbling, but pleasure rolled through me in devastating waves. It wouldn’t be long...
I whimpered as a tiny tongue circled my cock’s head, dipped into the slit, and licked me out. The creatures inside me burrowed deeper, sharp teeth nipping my prostate. I went mad with pain and bliss. My balls drew up close to my shaking body and tears sprang into my eyes when the last creature slithered down my dick and rubbed himself against my hard balls. Its cock felt large and knotted as it shoved against my tight skin.
It slithered lower... Christ! It fucked me with that misshaped dick in hard thrusts and jabs. I laughed, hysterical with the thought of its cum spurting inside me. Instead, it pulled out, and then two small hands, then arms pushed inside, opening me again, allowing the little man room to join his brothers.
Billy stroked the hair from my face and kissed the blindfold over my eyes, my cheeks, and chin. His lips worked their way down my body as the tiny men moved inside me. This was a dream. A nightmare! I wanted to wake up; I prayed to wake up as Billy turned around and knelt between my thighs. Christ, would he fuck me as well, push the creatures in deeper, lubricating them with his hot cum?
I felt him move and then soft, plump lips closed over my dick, sucking me into the liquid heat of my lover’s mouth. Too much! The creatures writhed inside me while Billy swallowed me down. My orgasm exploded through me in a kaleidoscope of agony and pleasure, rolling through me in waves of fire and bursting down Billy’s throat as he greedily swallowed.
It didn’t end! Make it stop. Make it stop. The little men plunged deeper and my mind reeled into ecstasy. I lost my breath screaming Billy’s name, begging him to end it. I couldn’t breathe! My chest tightened, my heart beat sluggishly, and then pain worse than I had ever imagined tore through me.
“Ah, they’re nearly there,” Billy cried gleefully as I writhed beneath him. I screamed again in terror as pain burst in my chest, and then I fell into blackness, and then there was nothing.
Awaiting Our Reunion
By
Christine Morgan
Where are you, my darling?
See how I have the fire banked the way you like it, the embers a soft glow, giving of
f a gentle heat that will pale in comparison to the heat we create, the heat of our embrace, limbs entwined and bodies pressed close.
See how I have the champagne poured, glimmering effervescent in crystal. The music turned low. The rose petals scattered soft and scarlet. The chocolates, our favorite.
All is as it was before, on that other night. That special night. That night we were first together, first showed our love to one another. All is in readiness, all is arranged.
How I have missed you. How I have waited, how I have yearned for this reunion. We never should have been parted. We never should have denied ourselves so long. This absence has been my torment, a hollow empty ache.
It must have been the same for you. Isn’t that why we chose tonight? Isn’t that why we made our unspoken promise?
Yes, time has passed and we may have changed, but what does it matter?
I still see you now as you were then. I still feel your touch. So hesitant at first, almost shy. Reverent. As if you could not believe it was finally true. And my kisses—how you stirred to them. How your caresses became sure, and then wanton. Seeking and hungry. Discovering.
Do you remember, my love, how tenderly we undressed? Revealing ourselves in slow, even teasing, hints and glimpses? How we embraced?
I still taste you, the musky-salty-sweetness of your arousal, the milk and honey of your passion. I still feel your skin beneath my fingers, recall the swift thumping of your heart.
