Filthy Smut (Vol. 3): 38 Erotic Stories (Over 450 Pages of Hot Sex)

by Lynn, KT

  “Good girl,” he whispered into her ear as he untied her restraints, rubbing her wrists and her ankles. He took off her blindfold and Elena curled up next to him, not caring about the cold floor. She just needed a moment to bask in the wonder of the intense sensations.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Michael said, helping Elena to her feet. She noticed that his shower was large, a far cry from her small shower at home that would barely accommodate two people. Michael set her under the warm spray and Elena let the water run over her. It felt good to her after the cold of the floor and she moved back to allow Michael access to the water.

  He grabbed the soap, the source of the wonderful smell that she could faintly smell on his shirts and began lathering her back. She moaned, as it felt wonderful to have his hands on her and she wanted to turn around to return the favor. He stopped her, though. “Let me.” He rubbed her legs and his hands lingered between her legs where she was now as smooth as the rest of her skin.

  Elena gasped when Michael’s hands slid up her stomach to her breasts, lingering at her nipples well after they were clean. She couldn’t help herself now; Elena turned around and flung her arms around Michael’s neck pulling him to her and kissing him deeply. She had wanted so much to please him and now he was doing all the pleasing. She didn’t quite understand yet that allowing Michael to do as he wanted was what gave him pleasure.

  He kissed her deeply and she could taste herself in his mouth. It was sweet and his taste was always good. His hands explored her ass, rubbing her smooth skin before giving her a light tap.

  Michael handed the soap to Elena and she started washing his shoulders and arms, feeling the flutters in her stomach from the sight of his nakedness. His erect cock was pressed against her thigh, but Elena wanted to be as thorough as Michael had been. She washed his chest and flat stomach and then skipped to his legs, wanting to tease him as he had teased her.

  “You like to tease?” he asked and Elena knew he would not forget that. It seemed that Michael forgot very little and that was part of what she was enjoying about getting to know him.

  Elena moved her hands to Michael’s erect cock, gently soaping it and massaging it while Michael moaned. She was thrilled that he was reacting to her touch, that his cock was throbbing in her hand as she washed it. She made sure to clean the shaft and then moved her hand to his testicles, which she washed with the same care. She watched Michael’s face, seeing his arousal written there. Michael, who was always so impassive, was aroused and it was because of her.

  Once the soap was washed away, Elena decided to do a bit more teasing. She turned back around and ground her ass against Michael’s erection, hearing him groan again and feeling the rush of power from knowing the effect he was having on her. As his cock stiffened more, she rubbed against him a bit harder.

  “You like games?” he asked, his voice low in her ear and she shivered despite the warmth of the water. “I’ll play games with you, Elena. Put your hands against the wall.” Elena reached out and pressed her palms against the tiled wall and Michael stood behind her, exploring her body. “Keep them there.”

  Michael spread Elena’s legs and rubbed his cock against her bare, moist pussy before thrusting inside of her. Elena groaned, trying to move against him, but it was impossible in her position. He held her hips and fucked her, his cock deep inside of her as she forced herself to maintain her stance. Her first instinct was to move her hands so she could touch him, but she found that she really wanted to give up that control to him, to do as he told her to.

  His cock filled her again and again, its length exploring her as the water fell upon them both. He held her hip with a hand and reached around her with the other, seeking her clit and pinching it between his fingers. It hurt, that intrusion upon her sensitive flesh, but she found herself responding to the mild pain with an arousal that grew. She pushed herself against Michael’s hand as he stroked her and pinched her.

  Elena felt like an animal as he fucked her, so deep was her desire for this man and if she could have devoured him, she would have. Her clit was aching and he fucked her harder and this time her climax built faster. She wanted to scream at him to stop and she wanted to scream at him to never stop. He was doing just as he wanted and that knowledge brought her orgasm nearer.

  When she exploded it was strong. She surrendered to the pain and to the pleasure together and felt her muscles contracting around Michael’s hard cock. He came deep within her at the same time and only his arms around her kept Elena from collapsing onto the floor of the shower. He turned her around so she was facing him.

  Michael held onto her as Elena tried to explain how she felt. “It was so . . .” She stopped, not knowing what to say, but Michael brushed her wet hair from her face and said “I know.” The pain had made it better for her and for him as well. She knew that without his having to say and though it was scary, she felt treasured at the same time. He held onto her beneath the spray, her head resting on his chest and listening to his heart beating, knowing it was beating for her.

  Elena Learns a Lesson

  [Blind Date with the Billionaire: Part IV]

  by Alora Matisse

  Themes: BDSM;

  Note: Blind Date with the Billionaire Parts I,II, & V can be found in Filthy Smut (Vol. 2) and Filthy Smut (Vol. 4)

  “We’ve talked about this before, haven’t we Elena?” Michael asked, his voice even but his tone indicating his disappointment. He was still dressed from work and Elena knew he had had a long day. She wasn’t making it any better and she was sorry for that.

  “Yes,” Elena said. “Yes, we did.” Elena couldn’t even look at him, knowing that he was right to be disappointed but she hated being the cause. He had talked to her about her temper, particularly when she was working.

  “You need to learn self-control,” Michael told her and Elena nodded.

  “I know. I lost my temper. I didn’t like the way he was talking to me and the mistake wasn’t even my fault.” Elena explained.

  “Then try talking to him calmly,” Michael said. “We’ve been through this before. You can’t just yell when you’re working, Elena. No matter how frustrated you get.” Elena was ashamed at how she had spoken to her boss and was even more humiliated when he fired her. She knew that she should have just held her tongue, but she didn’t and now she was paying the consequences. She knew she would be able to find another job, but she knew Michael had a point. She should not have lost this job – especially the way that she did.

  As soon as she told Michael, she could see his disappointment, but he didn’t say anything to her right away. In fact, he was too quiet and that made Elena nervous. Elena knew, though, that he had not forgotten.

  He had her sit in the library while he walked out. He didn’t tell Elena where he was going or why, but she knew she should sit and wait for him. Elena looked around, but her mind was on Michael. Having to tell him she had been fired had been hard – especially because she had acted so rashly. She knew she needed to hold her tongue.

  Michael returned, but gave no indication where he had been or what he had been doing. “Talking to you about it doesn’t seem to be doing any good,” Michael said. “But by the time I get done with you, you’ll have better control.”

  “I’m sorry,” Elena said and Michael did not respond. She trusted him, but she was still worried about having let Michael down. She let herself down as well and she wanted to be able to explain herself to Michael.

  Instead of further talk, Michael led her down the hall to his sitting room. She followed him, butterflies in her stomach as he closed the door behind him.

  “Get undressed,” he ordered and Elena stripped before him, feeling him watching her. She trembled a bit, wondering what he was thinking about but knowing that he would not tell her until he was ready to do so.

  He led her to a chair he had set up specifically for this lesson. Elena’s bare feet left footprints in the plush carpet and as she looked around, she saw that this was a room in
which they had not played. Compared to other rooms in his house, this one was sparsely decorated. There were two paintings on the walls, but no clocks. There was a sofa and a table and it was obvious that the chair in which she would be sitting was not part of the set.

  “Sit down,” he instructed and Elena did so. The wooden seat was hard against her bare ass and for a moment she thought Michael could have chosen a much more comfortable, leather chair from his collection. Elena knew, though, that her discomfort was not Michael’s concern and she felt selfish for even thinking about it.

  Elena sat back as Michael secured her wrists to the arms of the chair. Just the feeling of the rope against her skin made her breathing quicken. Elena watched as he wound loop after loop of the thick rope around her wrists. Michael’s whole demeanor was always an exercise in efficiency so watching him use much more rope than was necessary interested her. She knew by now that everything Michael did had a reason, even if the reason was not evident to her at first.

  She didn’t want to think about why he wanted to ensure she didn’t get up. Even if she had asked him, he would not have told her. Elena knew instead he would show her and she moaned aloud, just thinking of the possibilities.

  Michael fitted a blindfold over her eyes, adjusting it until she could see nothing. The darkness and the waiting aroused her greatly. Immediately, she began squirming, feeling anticipation and excitement. She felt that way anyway whenever she was around Michael, but now, naked and bound and at his mercy, all those feelings were intensified.

  She heard his voice in the darkness. “We’re going to play a game, Elena. While you’re tied, I’m going to touch you and tease you however I wish. If you make any sound, then I’ll stop. It is up to you to control yourself. The first time I’ll stop for one minute, the second time for five minutes, the third time for fifteen minutes and the fourth time for an hour. I really hope that you won’t fail more than that.”

  Elena took a few moments to process that information and then shivered, knowing how difficult it was for her to remain silent. She felt her pussy moisten and she was certain that the chair would be soaked before long. Still, the thought of submitting to Michael this way excited her greatly. She knew she needed to show Michael that she could be in control.

  “Just remember, Elena. No sounds. You need to control yourself. Just think of how difficult it will be to sit in the dark and not be touched. It’s up to you to exercise some self-control. As long as you keep quiet, I will keep touching you. I know that you like being touched. I know how you like being touched.”

  Elena felt Michael’s hand on her leg, sliding up slowly between her thighs, his hands just barely brushing against her skin. She bit her tongue, working to keep her moans inside, fearing that this was going to be more difficult than she had thought.

  Michael knew her body, had become adept at finding her most sensitive areas, but Elena was determined that she was not going to lose. Michael withdrew his hands and Elena moaned loudly in frustration.

  “No sounds, Elena,” Michael chastised. “We’ve only just started.”

  Immediately she was annoyed with herself. She couldn’t believe that she had already lost control. She knew she would have to try harder.

  Elena was left in the dark, her arousal only building as she sat there. In the dark a minute without being touched stretched out before her and she sighed and waited, knowing Michael was not going to give in until they had played the game.

  She prepared herself, determined that she was not going to give in again. She felt Michael’s hands against her, softly exploring her curves. Elena tried to focus on the more uncomfortable elements – the hardness of the chair and the tightness of the ropes – in order to distract herself, but it wasn’t working. She was hyper aware of Michael’s fingertips as they danced on her flesh.

  Each inch of her body felt alive as Michael swept his hands over her. “Beautiful,” he said and Elena shifted in the chair, trying to arch up toward Michael but limited by the tightness of the ropes. His hands reached for her breasts, cupping them as his tongue flicked against her nipples.

  “Tasty,” he said, licking at them as she squirmed. He started with light, delicate licks and slowly increased the suction against her nipples. She tried to keep herself under control, but Michael knew just how sensitive her nipples were.

  “Oh, oh,” Elena cried out as the pressure became too much. She needed an outlet, but she didn’t want Michael to stop – though he did, immediately. Instantly she regretted her loss of control.

  “No, please don’t stop,” Elena said, but it was too late. She had broken the rules and this time her frustration was greater. It seemed that her reactions were just too intense to be kept inside and she knew she would have to try harder.

  “Can’t you gag me?” Elena asked. “It would be so much easier if you would just gag me.” She pictured Michael placing a large gag in her mouth, effectively cutting off her speech and any sounds she might be tempted to make – a very physical reminder of the lesson he was trying to teach.

  “I know it would,” Michael replied. “But that would defeat the purpose of learning control. It needs to be self-control, Elena. Try harder, please.”

  All it took was Michael’s words to make Elena want to try harder, want to be better for him. There she was in the darkness again, though this time for longer. Her body was vibrating with need and she knew she needed to hold on, to prove to Michael – and to herself – that she could keep herself under control.

  The time passed more slowly and she sat still in the chair trying to regain her focus. The arousal clouded her head and made it harder for her to remember why she was in the chair to begin with. She remembered her outburst and loss of control and she knew she would focus and she would make them both proud.

  Suddenly, Michael’s hands touched her, spreading warmth through her, not holding back but instead touching her all over as she sat and exercised control. She tried to move against him, though she remained quiet. The only sound in the room was her ragged breathing as Michael teased her. His hands and mouth returned to her nipples, but this time Elena refused to let it distract her from her purpose. Control. Control. Control. She repeated it to herself like a mantra, the words echoing in her head and she would not allow them to reach her lips.

  He pinched her nipples between his fingertips, twisting them and she felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her. But she managed to stave off the sounds that she wanted to make.

  Michael’s lips were on her neck and then her earlobe, gently biting at her flesh while inside Elena screamed out “Fuck me. Fuck me.” The words were in her head as Michael’s hands parted her legs as wide as they would go while she was tied to the chair. His hands slid between her legs and his lips pressed against hers.

  His hands worked their magic, sliding against her and she tried moving. Michael’s endless loops of rope held her in place and she bit her lip as his fingers danced against her flesh.

  Sighs and groans of pleasure rose up within her but she pushed them down. She could not control the wetness dripping from her cunt or the way in which her body reacted to Michael, but she would control the noises she so desperately wanted to make. She would keep the sounds inside as Michael continued to tease her.

  She could endure it, she knew. She loved the teasing, loved the way she responded to his touches. All she had to do was keep quiet and push back the sounds. It was a small thing to do for Michael, to show him that she was capable of doing as he ordered, that she was capable of exercising that control.

  Michael slid his fingers into Elena’s wet pussy and beneath the blindfold, Elena’s eyes rolled back in her head. The pleasure was exquisite, especially combined with the ropes that kept her in place, but Elena controlled herself. She knew Michael could tell how excited she was; there was no need to tell him or give any verbal cues. Her whimpers died in her throat as she strained to control herself.

  “So wet, Elena,” Michael commented and Elena felt a blush of red rise to her
cheeks. Though she knew she was soaked, hearing the words from Michael’s lips just made it more real. “I may have to replace this chair.” He chuckled as he said the words, knowing precisely how he was getting to Elena.

  Michael withdrew his fingers, slick with Elena’s arousal and placed them to her lips. “Taste,” he said and Elena opened her mouth, her tongue gliding over his offered fingers. She wanted to taste him, taste his fingers and on him she tasted herself.

  The feeling of Michael’s fingers only made Elena want more, but she was not in a position to ask – or beg. Having to remain in control of her responses was very difficult for her, but she would. She knew that because it was hard, it was more meaningful. She wanted Michael to know that she could control herself.

  Elena could not be still, but she was being quiet. She could; she knew that she could. She felt something incredible soft against her skin – a swatch of silk fabric, maybe? --- and it felt heavenly. She wanted to sigh at the glorious sensation, but she did not. Michael rubbed it against her erect nipples, and Elena shifted in her seat, certain that the wood was going to be ruined by her dripping pussy.