Sexy Just Walked Into Town

by Lucy Felthouse

  The seconds tick by and it feels like he’s been gone forever. I feel empty; my only existence is waiting for him to come back. I focus on the clock on the mantelpiece, my pussy throbbing with each tick. I know that he is teasing me, making me wait for him but closing my eyes for a second, every creak of the house is suddenly magnified as I strain to hear him return. The fear that he won’t heightens the sensation even more.

  Then I squeal through the gag as he brings his hand down on my bum, his fingers lashing my aching pussy. Fuck, he scared me to death creeping up on me like that.

  “Did I make you jump?” he asks.

  I nod, pushing myself up towards him. “Yeth, Thir,” I say, the gag making me sound funny.

  He winds his fingers into my hair, pulling gently, his nails digging into my scalp.

  “Where were we?” Unclipping the gag he turns me around. I whimper at the sight of him, naked at last, his jeans shed along with his restraint; I can feel his desire like a naked flame against my skin.

  “You are a fucking little tease,” he moans against the soft skin of my neck. “The way you were looking at me this afternoon, all I could think about was screwing you over my desk. I don’t know how I lasted this long before having you. If I hadn’t needed to show you who’s in control here I would have fucked you the minute you set foot in this house.”

  I close my eyes and let his words wash over me, smiling at the effect I have on him. Then at last I allow myself to look at him properly, to devour every inch of his body. His eyes are warm now; a deep, dark brown, his skin pale, his cheeks flushed with arousal. He’s so beautiful; his body tight and toned, his obvious desire for me drawing my gaze between his strong thighs. I feel myself blush as he steps back to take in every part of me. I can’t move, the spreader bar stopping me from standing, my hands still tied behind me and I feel exposed as he looks at me.

  “I need to be inside you,” he growls, unfastening the restraints on my wrists and ankles and removing the gag. As I stand, my legs are wobbly from kneeling for so long and he catches me, strong arms around my waist, pushing me backwards onto the sofa; soft fabric rubbing against my naked arse. His cock is hard, the end glistening with pre-cum, swollen and heavy, a deep, dark pink. I lean forward to take him in my mouth but he pushes me away, forcing me onto my back, his knees spreading my legs so that my pussy is exposed again. I’m so wet that my inner thighs are coated with the slick mess of my juices. I’m almost embarrassed but he slides his fingers against my skin, and without warning dips his head so I almost scream as his tongue slips inside my heated cunt. I give myself up to him as he laps at my core, drawing a low moan from my lips. I tangle my fingers in his hair and try and pull him deeper into me but he grabs my wrists and holds me back. He teases me as punishment until I’m begging him.

  “Please,” I whisper, my breath ragged, eyes half closed.

  “Please what?” he asks, trailing his fingertips between my breasts, following them with his tongue which darts over the bullet tips of my nipples.

  “Please baby,” I whisper, “I need you inside me.”

  He kisses me then. I gasp, the shock of the sudden tenderness taking me by surprise. He never normally kisses me when we’re playing, but as he sucks and nips at my lips, his tongue fucking my mouth, I realise that he’s making me submit to him again, making me wait for his beautiful cock. His kisses are rough and demanding and they leave my lips raw; swollen with lust until they mirror the heaviness of my aching cunt. He tastes salty from the sweat on his top lip and it makes me shake as our teeth connect and I taste blood, my lip cut in the frenzy of our coupling. The metallic taste hotwires my pussy and I forget everything except how much I want him.

  “Please,” I murmur again, my voice disappearing into the depths of his mouth and this time with one swift move he’s over me and I can feel the hot solidness of his cock sliding between my thighs. It rests against me for a moment; I look up at him and then he’s inside me, buried to the hilt.

  “Not so talkative now, are you?” he murmurs. “I told you I’d show you who was boss.” He shoves my arms above my head, my nipples grazing his chest as I arch underneath him.

  “No,” I whimper. I can’t help myself pushing against him, desperately grinding my clit against the hard curve of his abs. I need to come, to finish what he started this morning. My whole body is tense, I need the release of orgasm and I know he won’t deny me for much longer as his fingers grip my arse, pulling me harder onto him.

  I run my hands over his strong back, the feel of his soft skin under my touch making me shiver and I try to kiss him again. He pulls back, a half smile flitting across his face as he teases me some more. He pushes into me over and over, watching my face as he does and I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm deep in my stomach.

  Just as I’m about to come, to finally get the release I’ve been craving all day, he pulls out of me and flips me onto my stomach. The emptiness inside me is almost too much to bear and I whimper into the cushions, cool and crisp beneath my face. I can’t believe he’s going to make me wait again.

  For a moment he’s gone and then with a rush of air I feel the burning sting of the paddle across my bum. He is relentless in his punishment, even when I know he is as desperate to come as I am and I moan and writhe beneath him. The heat fills my pussy until I cry out, begging him to fuck me and then he does; finally giving in to his lust and we fuck until we’re both spent and I’m sobbing with every thrust against my burning skin.

  As the last waves of my orgasm are subsiding, he pulls slowly out of me and wraps his arms around my body. I can feel the warmth of his chest as his breathing slows and the sweat trickles between us. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, nuzzling against my neck and I feel safe.

  I’m exhausted from the onslaught of his passion, enveloped in the animal scent of our lust. As my eyes close I feel his breath hot against my ear and he whispers the words that he’ll never say out loud. I smile in the darkness. He might be the boss in the boardroom and he might be the Dom, but I hold all the cards in the bedroom.

  *****

  More about Ruby Madsen

  Ruby Madsen is the living embodiment of Lexie Bay’s dark side. She loves to explore the dangerous things in life, prefers the wilder side of romance and firmly believes that being naughty is more fun.

  Ruby has a dirty laugh and she’s been told, an even dirtier mind. She’s a stocking wearing, chain smoking tease with a fondness for red lipstick and bad boys and she wishes she’d been born in the 1950s when men were men and women were pin ups.

  This is her first published story, but she’s working on some more and hopes to have her debut novel ready in the next few months. You can expect lots of kinky games, raw emotions and not so much of the happily ever after, because sometimes life’s just mean and your heart gets broken. Although Ruby believes that there’s always something better around the corner.

  Links

  Website: http://www.rubymadsen.co.uk

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  Caught Naked

  By Sarah Masters

  The bright swathe of a flashlight cut through the darkness, the beam arcing across the concrete floor of the warehouse. Naked, Mark stood behind a pallet of boxes that stretched to twice his height. He held his breath.

  Jesus fucking Christ. Go away. Don’t find me.

  He peered between his pallet and the next, the aisle too narrow for someone to walk through without their shoulders brushing the polythene covering the boxes. He’d hear whoever was coming, despite their barely perceptible footsteps—the polythene would rustle.

  Unless they walk sideways. Shit!

  Why the hell Jake thought it would be fun to meet and fuck here, Mark didn’t know. He was all for having sex in unusual places, but the warehouse where they worked? Okay, they knew the layout, knew where all the cameras were outside so they’d avoid detection coming in, but bloody he
ll…

  Seems someone’s found me anyway.

  Jake had texted five minutes ago to say he would be late. Stuck in traffic—what a damn cliché. Reckoned he’d be here in about half an hour, but that was no good to Mark. He’d left his clothes in his locker and made his way here to their meeting spot, not expecting security to be working this area.

  He thought about his options. If he was caught he could say he’d forgotten his phone, had returned, using his keys to get in. Had heard a noise in the warehouse and was just checking it out when he saw the flashlight.

  Sounds plausible…if I wasn’t naked.

  Someone coughed. Mark jumped and released his breath. It breezed out too sharply, despite his efforts to stop it, and jostled a loose strip of polythene hanging at head height. The plastic made a crinkling sound as it blew up then settled back down.

  Fucking great. May as well have shouted, “I’m here!”

  The flashlight beam stilled at the end of the aisle, a circular pool highlighting a divot in the cement where something heavy had perhaps fallen from a forklift during work hours. The flashlight doused, and the darkness was just about absolute. Mark held his breath again, waiting for whoever was out there to step forward and show himself. And it had to be a man, didn’t it? No way a woman would break in to a bloody warehouse in the middle of the damn night.

  Sexist fuck.

  Mark’s nerves were so taut he almost laughed. His sister would have something to say if she’d read his thoughts then, and sexist fuck was one of her milder admonishments. But he couldn’t laugh. There was nothing funny about this situation. If it wasn’t security prowling, it had to be someone else who shouldn’t be here, and that someone might be armed.

  A shuffle scuffed the floor, loud and abrasive in the cocooning darkness, its echo sending a chill up Mark’s spine. His stomach rolled, and he clenched his fists, digging his fingernails into his palms to divert his mind to the pain there rather than the fear. He was so fucked—and not in the way he and Jake had in mind, either—if he got caught like this. He could face losing his job, something they didn’t need, what with the high mortgage payments on their London apartment. And if it was Ben, the burly security guard with the attitude that stunk like donkey’s bollocks, Mark might get to keep his job, but his discovery and how he wasn’t dressed would be embellished and spread around the workforce in no time.

  He imagined Ben’s words now. “I caught the skinny little bastard in the nude. And yeah, he is a natural redhead.”

  He’d never live it down.

  Like I need to worry about their opinions. Why the hell didn’t I wait until Jake took my clothes off?

  Footsteps clicked on the floor, the sound of them tinny. Mark secreted himself further behind the pallet, pressing his chest against the boxes; the shock of the cold polythene had him gasping. He silently cursed himself and stared down the aisle with only one eye, cautious in case the owner of those shoes came strolling along the narrow passage.

  A figure ghosted past the opening then disappeared. The footsteps reverberated, fast strides that quickened Mark’s pulse and ratcheted up his heartbeat. Could he make it back to the locker room so he could get dressed and get the hell out of here? He glanced behind him into the gloom, estimating the time it would take to run behind all those pallets without being seen, getting to the end before the figure reached there first.

  Fuck it. Do it. Run!

  He looked down for a moment, his mind a jumble as to what he should do. Making a snap decision, he turned and rushed forward, his mouth suddenly dry, his legs weakening. It seemed as though his breaths had amplified, would alert the other person to where he was. A more insistent thought of getting busted further ignited his need to get away, and he picked up his pace. Only two more pallets until he reached the end and the corner that would take him to relative safety.

  For now.

  His chest hurt, lungs constricting, and a sharp pain jabbed his side. That was all he needed, a damn stitch, but he pressed on, skidding around the corner, straight into…Jake.

  “Fuck!” Mark grated out, almost shitting his damn self. “Some other fucker’s in here. Quickly, I need to get dressed.” He grabbed Jake’s arm and pulled him towards the locker room, slowing as his mind registered Jake dragging his heels. “Come on. I saw someone down there. Security or a burglar, for God’s sake.” He tugged Jake harder.

  The sod was smiling.

  “What’s so bloody funny?” Mark whispered, coming to a stop beside the door leading to the car park, and turning to face his lover. He peered over Jake’s shoulder, waiting for whoever had been in the darkness to appear.

  I just want to get dressed and forget this whole idea.

  “Someone’s in here, you say?” Jake cocked his head, his face half illuminated by the glowing fire exit sign on the wall beside them.

  His brown eyes looked black, and one cheek had a spectral glow. A flop of blond hair hid his brow, and waves of it curled around his ear. He smiled again, that sometimes infuriating quirk of the lips that sent Mark nuts.

  “We’d better go and see,” Jake said. “We’ll be in shit if we leave them in here.” Glancing down at Mark’s nakedness, he grinned wider. “Best you don’t frighten them with the size of your cock.”

  Jake turned and walked back the way Mark had come.

  What’s he doing?

  “Jake!”

  Jake ignored him.

  “At least let me get dressed first.”

  As Jake disappeared around the corner, Mark let out a ragged sigh and lifted his hands, dropping them uselessly by his sides. When Jake had a mind to do something, there was no stopping him.

  “Fuck!” Following Jake, Mark rounded the corner and spotted him at their meeting place. He ran behind the pallets, coming to stop, out of breath from his quick sprint and the adrenaline rush. “I waited here like you said,” he gasped out, glancing back then looking at Jake. “And someone with a flashlight—”

  Jake pushed Mark up against the pallet, holding him in place with the press of his body. “So you waited like I asked, eh?”

  “Yes. What are you doing? We’re so going to get caught here, man. Pack it the fuck in.”

  “And you saw someone… So where are they now?” Jake’s breath kissed Mark’s neck a moment before his lips did the same.

  “I don’t know, do I? Jake, stop it. We have to go. We’re going to get caught, for fuck’s sake.”

  Jake trailed his soft lips up the column of Mark’s neck. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” he asked between kisses. “A little danger? Wasn’t that what you said I could get you if I ever wanted to buy you a birthday present?”

  Mark raised his hands then snaked them between him and Jake. He gently shoved at Jake’s chest, trying to make him see sense. “Yes, but not like this. Not when someone else could catch us at it.”

  Jake took hold of Mark’s wrists, lifting them above his head, holding them in one hand while he blazed a path down to Mark’s cock with the other.

  Oh, shit…

  “What if I told you,” Jake said, fisting Mark’s cock, “that someone was me?”

  “You?” Mark frowned, chest rising and falling hard from his heavy breathing.

  “Yeah, me.” Jake flicked his tongue out and licked Mark’s lips. “What if I told you it was safe to fuck here? That we won’t get caught? Would you do it?”

  Mark thought for a few seconds. He trusted Jake, all right, but what if he was just messing about and there really was someone else around? Could he do it even if there was? “I don’t know.” His cock hardened with Jake’s massaging, despite fear lingering. “Shit, man. I don’t know.”

  Jake bit Mark’s lip lightly, then said, “Your cock tells me otherwise.”

  Mark’s balls ached. His cock hardened further, and his arsehole tightened. “Was it you? And don’t bullshit me either.”

  “It was me. I wanted to play something out. Come up behind you. Surprise you. But I coughed, realised you’d freak,
and a couple of minutes later you bolted.”

  “Shit!”

  “Forgive me?” Jake flashed his tongue out again, slipping it between the seam of Mark’s lips.

  Mark responded by opening his mouth, allowing that hot, wet tongue to probe inside, swirling around his and bringing on a fierce rush of desire. He struggled against the hand holding his wrists in place, but Jake held tighter and pulled his mouth away.

  “Why do you need your hands free?” Jake asked, his breath skimming Mark’s cheek.

  “So I can touch you.”

  “Touch me where?”

  “Everywhere.”

  “Everywhere…” Jake fisted Mark harder, faster, dipping his head so their brows connected. “Undress me.”

  He released Mark’s wrists and paced backwards. The scent of Jake’s aftershave still hovered close, and Mark wished Jake would move forward and kiss him again. Jake took his hand from Mark’s cock—the total loss of contact had Mark lowering his hands and stepping forward so their bodies touched again.

  Jake reversed another step. “Don’t do anything except undress me.” He reached inside his jacket pocket, brought something out, and a click sounded, followed by their space being lit by the flashlight. “See? It was me.” Next, he took out an oblong box, bent at the waist, and put it and the flashlight on the floor.

  Mark’s stomach clenched in excitement. Jake stood upright, the light’s glow just enough so Mark saw him a little better. He raised his hands and slipped Jake’s jacket off, dropping it to the floor. With his heart beating erratically, Mark lifted the hem of Jake’s t-shirt and dragged it over his lover’s head. The t-shirt found a home with the jacket and, resisting the impulse to run his hands over Jake’s chest, Mark popped open the buttons on the jeans that hid the cock he needed to touch.