Sexy Just Walked Into Town

by Lucy Felthouse

  Flashing colours danced behind Leah’s eyes as she worked her tongue frantically over Sarah’s clit, while the gloriously thick dick of the client she’d fantasised about all week rammed in and out of her. A new climax knocked the first from Leah’s mind with sharp intensity, as Sam spunked into her and Sarah spasmed wonderfully sticky juice across her lips and chin.

  * * * * *

  They left Leah to dress on her own. As she picked up her discarded holdall she noticed that a pile of cash had been left next to her bag, precisely the correct amount for Sarah’s new underwear.

  Feeling wobbly on her kitten heels, she took a final look around the room, her eyes lingering for a moment on the coffee table, picturing what she must have looked like to her client and his girlfriend. Smiling to herself, Leah headed quietly to the front door.

  Her hand was on the latch when Sam came up behind her. “Sarah really loves that underwear.”

  “Good.” Leah didn’t know what else to say.

  “She wondered if you had another set of the same style in black.”

  “I’ll have to order it, but yes.”

  “Will you bring it next week?”

  “I said I’d never come back.”

  “I know you what you said, but will you bring it next week anyway?”

  Leah fixed her gaze directly onto Sam’s. “Maybe.” She headed to her car, knowing as well as he did, that she’d be back.

  *****

  More about Kay Jaybee

  Kay Jaybee has been writing erotica for almost a decade. Her work includes The Perfect Submissive Trilogy - The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place - (Xcite, 2012-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012),and The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012). The novellas Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2012), Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (1001Nights Press, 2nd ed 2012), and The Circus (Sweetmeats Press, 2011). The anthologies Take Control, (1001NightsPress, 2014) Christmas Kink (KDP, 2013), The Best of Kay Jaybee, (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One, Quick Kink Two (Xcite, 2010), The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 1st Ed 2008, 2nd Ed 2012, and the short story Punished (Sweetmeats Press, 2013).

  Links

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  Kay also writes romance as Jenny Kane: http://www.jennykane.co.uk

  Praise for Kay Jaybee

  “Most readers of the genre will be familiar with Kay Jaybee’s high quality writing. Kay’s short fiction has appeared in countless anthologies and The Perfect Submissive is a testament to her skills as a phenomenal writer.”

  Ashley Lister

  “Just the table of contents had me intrigued about Not Her Type. But I didn’t linger on what was to come, because, wow, wham, bang, that first scene threw me right into the action...The author expertly plays with the old idea of ‘can a relationship just about the sex work’ ...go grab a copy of this seriously hot book, though be warned, because I for one will never be able to look another courier man in the eye again!...”

  Miz Crew Reviews

  “Making Him Wait held me captive, made me blush, had me yearning for more

  before I was even ready to let the previous chapter go... Erotica's "Queen of Kink" sucks her readers into the fascinating domain of domination and submission. A

  realm where one's words must be listened to very carefully and choices are

  empowering...”

  Rose Caraway

  Corporate Punishment

  By Ruby Madsen

  Sitting in the management meeting I hold his gaze as I argue with him about the latest figures. I know that he’ll punish me for it later, even though I’m right and that thought is making my knickers wet. I try to concentrate on what he’s saying to me but I can’t because I’m hoping that no one’s noticed the flush across my neck and chest that my filthy thoughts have caused. His eyes drift downwards and it’s obvious that he knows what I’m thinking about. I make my final point and he raises an eyebrow as I bite my bottom lip, my signal to say that I submit to him completely. I see him swallow hard just before I drop my eyes and go back to writing in my notebook. If the other managers notice anything, no one mentions it. He has no comeback and I smile as he agrees to let me look into it, even though I know how much trouble I’m in.

  For the rest of the meeting I watch him, my head filled with thoughts of what he will do to me later. I can almost feel the rope around my wrists, taste the silk of the scarves that he might push into my mouth. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him.

  Six months ago, I’d never so much as used a paddle in the bedroom. I owned a pair of handcuffs but they were more for decoration. I was too shy to ask anyone to tie me up, afraid that they’d think I was kinky. Now I have difficulty remembering how I lived before him.

  When I hear his voice telling me to strip, when he tells me to kneel or when he makes me beg him to let me suck his cock nothing else matters; nothing. I never realised how much pleasure could come from submitting completely to someone. If you’d told me six months ago that I would be here now, I would have laughed in your face. No one told me what to do in a relationship. I called the shots and I knew what I wanted from the guys I dated. At least I thought I did until I started seeing him.

  The meeting finishes and I go back to my desk but I’m not working. Instead I’m following him around the office with my gaze, watching as he talks to the sales team. I try to tear myself away but I can’t. All I can think about is what he’ll do to me later. How those big strong hands, currently being used to emphasise a point to the Sales Manager, will be all over my body, touching and teasing me and pushing me to my limit. He looks in my direction and I drop my gaze immediately. He doesn’t let me look him in the eye when we play at home and I know that my action will make him think about fucking me. I want him to know that I’m thinking about him fucking me. Maybe he’ll punish me later for thinking inappropriate thoughts at work. I hope so.

  I look up again and he’s deep in conversation with another director. I watch the curve of his lips as they curl up into a sneer; he must be pissed off. When he looks at me with that mean sneer, I know my chastisement will be harsh. I imagine his hand on my arse and it makes me shiver, catching my breath.

  I try to do some work, I really do but I’m just rushing through the essentials desperate to get finished so that I can leave on time, and I can’t stop looking at him. He’s dressed casually, no shirt or suit today and no tie, which is a shame. A tie holds so many possibilities; the slippery smoothness around my wrists or tight across my eyes. Sometimes he’ll wrap it around my neck and pull, gently at first but then when I whimper, harder; just hard enough to make the edges blur. It makes my pussy twitch thinking about it.

  Today he’s wearing jeans and a polo shirt. I watched him put them on this morning, stretched out in bed, warm in the post orgasmic glow of our early morning fuck. He’s only popped in for the management meeting we had earlier so he’ll be home again by the time I’m finished here. The polo shirt means I can see his tattoo, the sleeves short enough to expose most of it. It’s a tribal thing, wrapped all around his arm, and ridiculously I’m jealous because I want to be wrapped around him. I watch as he picks up a pen to sign some cheques and his top pulls tight across his arms and chest, making me melt. My wetness soaks the tiny scrap of material he made me wear this morning and I can feel my suspender belt biting into the flesh of my thighs as I move around in my chair. The tweak of pain sends a frisson of lust through me, flooding my knickers again. I want to go to the bathroom but he’ll see me go. He’ll know what I’m doing. He catches me staring and winks, his mouth curling up at the edges and I know that when I get home it will be so good.


  *****

  My key turns noisily in the lock on the front door. My heart’s pounding in my chest and my pussy aches with the need to come. It’s been two hours since he left the office and I wonder what he’s been doing while I’ve been working my arse off to get his monthly reports ready. All I want is to submit to him and I’m not disappointed.

  He’s leaning against the doorframe between the hallway and the living room, a bottle of beer in his hand. His t-shirt has gone and my gaze is drawn from his chest down the sexy trail of hair to the button on his jeans as I bend over to put down my laptop and handbag. It’s half undone, teasing me.

  “Good day, baby?” he asks, smiling at me as he takes a gulp of his beer. I nod, my eyes drawn to his as I straighten, watching as they darken when I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

  “Not too bad,” I say, smiling back, “I had a little disagreement with my boss, but I think he came round to my way of thinking in the end.”

  He raises an eyebrow and I drop my gaze to the floor, my breath quickening, waiting for his comeback.

  “You had a smart mouth this morning,” he states, and I can only imagine his face as I study the carpet. It sounds like he’s smirking, enjoying my discomfort as I squirm in front of him. He knows exactly how turned on I am and I know he’s going to milk it.

  “Yes,” I whisper, my pussy warming at his words. I stifle a squeal as I feel his hand on my neck, his fingers strong but gentle, pulling me in for a brief kiss before he urges me to my knees, my face in his hands, yanking me towards his crotch.

  I can feel the heat rising through my body at the feel of his fingers against my throat as my face grazes across the soft denim of his well-worn jeans. My nostrils are filled with the scent of him and I close my eyes imagining the soft warmth of his cock just millimetres away from my lips. My fingers scramble at his button but he stops me, trapping my wrists and pulling me back to my feet. A moan escapes from my lips, frustrated by his teasing and he grins at me.

  “Not just yet baby,” he whispers against my ear, his warm breath tickling me, making my pussy gush again. “I have plans for you first.”

  He pulls me into the living room and I can see he’s been busy while I’ve been at the office. He leads me over to the coffee table and pushes me gently down until I’m kneeling next to it. He kneels next to me.

  “Take off your jacket,” he murmurs, his lips tracing the edge of my mouth and I hurry to do as I’m told, my fingers stumbling over the buttons in my desperate need to please him. As soon as my jacket is off, he pulls at my shirt. “This too, and be quick,” he says and I can hear the hitch in his breath, probably as he thinks about me doing it. “I want to see you in that bra I told you to wear this morning.”

  He chose a tiny half cup push-up bra this morning when he dressed me. It’s holding my tits so tightly I’m sure it’s left red marks across my breasts. My nipples are hard, poking out over the lacy material and as I unbutton my shirt his appreciative moan makes my insides tingle.

  A moment later he grabs my hair, pulling my head back against his chest. “Do you like the toys I got for you baby?”

  On the table is a spreader bar, a heart-shaped paddle, a ball gag and a purple leather flogger. There’s also an assortment of vibrators and dildos and my favourite silk rope.

  “I think I need to remind you who’s in charge in this relationship,” he says, his voice soft and low, full of promise and his fingernails trace a sharp trail over my nipples as I writhe against him. “I’m the boss and you need to remember that. You do as I tell you and I won’t have you argue with me.”

  A moment of madness makes me back-chat him, not caring if the punishment is harsher. “I was right though,” I say, “in the meeting. I was right.”

  He grins at that, his eyes crinkling. “Oh dear.” He shakes his head. “You are really pushing my buttons tonight.” He shoves me forward so that my cheek is pressed against the cold glass of the table then roughly tugs my skirt up and over my hips, exposing the soaking wet scrap of material that’s almost covering my sopping pussy. I spread my legs so that he can see more of me, the heat of his gaze making me wetter still. I can imagine what he sees, the bright blue material cutting between the swollen red lips of my cunt. Then with one pull he’s removed my thong, exposing me completely.

  “I’ve made you wet,” he murmurs. “Were you like this in the office?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaky. “All the way through the meeting.”

  His cock is pushing against my thigh and I feel it twitch as I speak. “Fuck,” he hisses under his breath. It sends shivers through me, warming my insides. “That’s so hot, thinking about you sitting at your desk all wet and desperate for me. You are a very bad girl.” His words make me wetter and as he talks, he slides a finger into my aching hole and I moan again. I get a slap for my trouble. “If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll make you quiet,” he growls.

  I know what he means but I can’t help myself and I whimper with lust, bucking back against his hand. He pushes me roughly against the table again and stands up. I don’t move, waiting to see what he will do next. “Get up on your knees,” he snaps and I obey immediately, biting my lip. His eyes are all over me but I can only imagine what he sees. My tits lined with red marks from the bra, squeezed into submission; my shirt hanging open, pussy exposed underneath my rucked up skirt. I can make out his erection straining against his jeans and I wonder if he’s naked beneath them.

  He’s picked up the purple ball gag, winding the leather straps around his hands. “Open your mouth.”

  I do as he orders, my body quivering with anticipation. He slips the gag between my lips, pulling the restraints tight behind my head until my eyes water. “That should keep you quiet,” he whispers against my ear, his hands sliding over my body, removing my shirt and tossing it across the room.

  Pushing me forward again he pulls my hips up exposing my pussy even further. The back door is open onto the garden and I can feel a cool breeze caressing my hot, swollen lips. I ache to feel him inside me but I know he’ll make me suffer first. I try to squeeze my legs together to bring some kind of release to the throb in my clit, but he sees and without warning slaps my arse with the leather paddle.

  I squeal, the noise muffled by the gag, as the stinging heat warms my exposed bum. “I say when you can come,” he says. The paddle comes down on my flesh again and again and I can feel the heat covering my skin. I know it will be red and I know how much he likes to see it like that. I try to turn my head to see if he still has his jeans on and he spanks me again. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

  I close my eyes. The smoothness of the glass under my cheek makes me think of the soft skin of his cock and I really want to suck it. I want to feel the velvety warmth of his thick shaft pushing into my mouth, right down to his balls. I need him to use my mouth for his pleasure, his hot cum filling me, dripping down my chin as he wipes himself on my cheek.

  My eyes open as he grabs my ankles and pulls my legs as wide as they’ll go. My breath hitches as my clit throbs again, the hard nub desperate for his touch.

  As if he can read my mind I feel his hot breath against me, his tongue darting between my soaking lips and I stifle my whimper, trying not to make a sound, desperate for him to carry on. I hear a heavy clank as the spreader bar hits the floor between my legs and I sigh as he shackles it to my ankles. I can hear him take a step back, admiring his handiwork.

  “I should take a picture,” he says, “a picture of you kneeling at my feet like the wicked little slut that you are.” I nod, wanting to be able to see myself as he sees me. Nothing matters when we’re together like this. All I care about is pleasing him, making him happy. I hear his phone click then the cool touch of his fingers on me. He pulls my wrists behind my back and shackles them together, my nipples grazing the smooth surface of the table top as I topple forward. I’m helpless, completely at his mercy, awaiting my punishment.

  I hear him get up and from where my face i
s pushed into the glass I can only see his legs as he walks around me. He picks something up and then I hear the low buzz of a vibrator. My pussy twitches, the muscles clenching and I feel my wetness flowing, leaving a sticky trail down the inside of my thighs. Spread like this before him I can’t hide my arousal and yet I have no idea how he’s affected by the sight of me. I want to see his cock.

  He’s behind me again. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs and I feel the tingling buzz of the vibrator as he glides it slowly down my gaping slit, sliding it briefly inside me, my muscles grasping for it before he removes it again. I moan against the gag, saliva drooling from the corners of my mouth. He pushes the toy into me, this time thrusting it in and out, watching my pussy swallow it up and release it, a slurping wet noise cutting through the silence, punctuated by my muffled gasps.

  He guides it all the way in and turns it to slow, holding it deep inside me. It’s exquisite torture, a feeling of fullness but with the sensations too low to push me over the edge and make me come. His fingers slide between my legs and finally, at last, he pays attention to my clit. I feel the tears at the corners of my eyes as he strokes it, rubbing against the soft flesh with his rough fingers.

  Then, shattering the silence, his mobile rings and he gets up to answer it, removing the vibrator and leaving me spread across the table, my clit aching for his touch again. It sounds like it is work and I hear him move into the other room.

  Bastard, how can he leave me hanging like this? My body hums with longing, unable to do anything about the ache between my legs. I try to turn my head, the muscles in my arms burning, a frisson of fear licking its way through my insides. I can’t hear him anymore. I don’t know how long he’s going to be.