by Opal Carew
His lips caressed her neck. “Are you coming, baby?” he murmured against her ear.
She nodded. “Yes,” she finally breathed. “Erik, you…”
He drove deep again and she gasped. “You’re making me come.”
The words were barely audible as she rode the wave of intense pleasure.
Just as her orgasm began to wane, he found her clit and teased it. She moaned, tumbling over the edge again. Swooping through the clouds of ecstasy as he flicked and pumped.
It went on and on… her body pulsing with exhilarating joy.
Finally, the blazing passion turned to burning embers, leaving her glowing with happiness as she slumped back on the bed. He smiled down at her.
His fingertips glided along her cheek in a tender caress.
“Your face is absolutely radiant.” His fingers glided under her chin and he tipped it up, then kissed her. Sweetly. “You are incredibly beautiful.”
The glittering warmth in his eyes warmed her.
Then he hugged her close. She rested her face against his chest, feeling warm and cherished in his embrace.
Then she fell asleep.
In the morning, Kalie woke up naked in Erik’s arms, listening to his heartbeat against her ear. She smiled, knowing they had made a real connection last night. Not only had she experienced her deepest sexual fantasy these past few days, she’d found a man she fully believed could be the one.
She stroked her hand over his solid, muscular chest. She could hardly wait to get to know him better. To start building their relationship.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
She glided her hand downward, toward his already hard cock.
But his hand clamped over hers and he drew it back.
“So my captive wants another fuck, does she?”
He pushed her onto her back and his big body moved over her.
He pressed his hot tip to her slick opening and pressed inside her. Just a few inches. She trembled with need. He pulsed the tip in and out. Driving her desire to full-fledged desperation.
Then he pulled out.
“No, please. Fuck me,” she cried.
He drove deep, making her gasp. Then he started to thrust. Deep and hard. The steady rhythm building the heat inside her until pleasure rippled through her entire body.
“Oh, God.” She clung tight to his body. “Oh, yes!”
She moaned as the orgasm crashed around her, sizzling across every nerve ending. He pumped faster and she wailed.
The door opened and Carl stood rubbing his eyes.
“You two are loud enough to wake the dead.”
Erik’s cock still filled her. Fast and hard. Then he released inside her.
He slowed as her orgasm faded. She lay there, his body still resting on hers, feeling the glow in her cheeks.
Then Carl’s rigid cock brushed her cheek. “I said you woke the dead,” he teased.
She turned and licked his hard cockhead, then took the tip in her mouth.
Erik slipped away, leaving her naked and sprawled wide on his bed. Carl stepped back, his cock pulling from her mouth and he prowled over her.
“My turn.” He pressed his cock to her opening, then teased her slick slit with a few strokes.
She arched against him.
He pushed into her in one steady stroke, filling her all the way.
“Fuck me, Carl,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Make me come like Erik just did.”
He grinned. “My pleasure.”
He drew back, then drove deep again. Then he began to thrust. With her wafting in the afterglow of her orgasm, his steady strokes ignited the embers of pleasure still burning inside her. Passion flared and pleasure built inside her. Rising. Blazing hotly.
“Oh, God. I’m coming.” She wailed as another orgasm washed through her. Tumultuous and delightful. She rode the wave of joy as Carl kept driving into her.
Then he groaned and erupted inside her.
Finally, she slumped back again.
Oh, God, she would have to send Becca the biggest arrangement of flowers she could find, because that woman had made her deepest desires an intense, absolutely incredible, reality.
That day the men continued her fantasy, using her and delighting her over and over again. By dinner time, they were all exhausted. She made dinner… naked again… and they touched and stroked her as she tried to get things done. Finally, when she was able to serve the meal, they all ate.
Afterward, when they returned to the living room, Erik surprised her by sweeping her into his arms and kissing her. With passion and tenderness. He left her breathless and staring into his somber blue eyes.
“I’ve enjoyed this time with you, Kalie. You’ll never know how much.”
She nodded. She could feel her face glowing from his words. “I did, too, and I hope—”
But he covered her lips with his. Then he drew back.
“I just wanted to thank you. Right now, I’m going out for a walk.”
She watched him cross the room and exit the front door. She turned to Carl.
“Come on,” he said. “We need to get you packed up. You’re going home tonight.”
She gathered her clothes, including the new bustier, and dressed. Carl hadn’t returned the thong and she thought about asking for it, but then smiled at the thought he might want to keep it as a souvenir.
Finally, she returned to the living room carrying her purse and the small gift bag holding her new garment. Carl stood by the door, a duffel bag by his feet.
“I already have the van packed up except for this,” Carl said, then grabbed the handle of the bag and opened the door. “Let’s go.”
She followed him outside, glancing around. “Where’s Erik?” she wanted to talk to him about seeing each other again.
“He’s not coming with us.”
Alarm raced through her. “But…” Her heart ached as she realized Erik was giving her the brush-off. She bit her lip. “I don’t understand. After last night… I was sure that we made a connection.”
“Kalie, I’m sorry but Erik was afraid you might suggest seeing him again and he wanted to make it clear that it wouldn’t happen.”
She shook her head, tears glazing her eyes. “Why?”
“A lot of reasons I guess. The fantasy was pretty intense. He might believe your feelings are superficial based on the intensity of our bringing your fantasy to life. He didn’t really tell me.”
“But he did tell you he felt nothing for me?”
Carl gazed at her kindly. “He didn’t say that. But I do know he’s struggling to get over Sylvia.”
She shook her head. “Then isn’t it a good idea to move on?”
“What you and I believe isn’t the issue here. Erik is strong-willed, and if he’s made up his mind, then that’s it. There’s no way to change it.”
She frowned. Carl might believe that, but Kalie knew what she’d seen in Erik’s eyes last night. She’d seen a need that was deeper and more intense than just lust. He cared for her, she was sure of it, and she would never give up. She swore to herself, right here and now, that she would make it her mission to convince Erik King it was worth giving them a chance!
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Excerpts
The Office Slave #7: On His Knees concludes The Office Slave series. The good news is that the bonus story in this collection, The Captive, continues Mr. King’s story from The Office Slave, but Kalie & Mr. King’s story doesn’t stop there. It concludes in Mastered by her Captor. As an interesting bonus fact, The Captive is also story #4 in the Re
d Hot Fantasies series.
If you enjoyed this collection, you’ll love the erotic novellas in Opal’s Mastered By series. For more ménage, you’ll love the Three Happy Endings series, and for hot, sexy bikers, check out Opal’s Ready To Ride biker series.
For something equally hot, but novel length, you might also enjoy one of Opal’s erotic romance novels, Stepbrother, Mine, about how one woman deals with a very difficult dilemma.
Excerpts of Mastered by her Captor, the Red Hot Fantasies series, and Stepbrother, Mine are included below…
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Kalie Terron
The man who kidnapped me has haunted my dreams for weeks. Hot sexy dreams of his full lips moving on me. Over my naked body. Touching me in soft, intimate places.
As my captor, he wore jeans and a casual shirt. I hadn’t known that the man who brought my sexual fantasy to life is a powerful, wealthy businessman.
Now I’ve tracked him down, determined to convince him to give us a chance.
I’ve seen his eyes with a dominating edge. I’ve seen them filled with passion. And even filled with an intense need that rivaled my own. But now those eyes are cold and detached, as if what the two of us shared was nothing to him.
But I won’t give up.
Erik King
Kalie wants a relationship. Flowers and candlelight. Soft words spoken in front of a fire. But I’m not a romantic kind of guy. I like my sex rough and hard. And I like my women soft and submissive.
Just because she enjoyed a fantasy about being abducted and forced to have sex with two men, she thinks she can handle what I want. She doesn’t get that what I enjoy is in a whole different league.
She seems intimidated by my status, which is good. I intend to take every opportunity to keep her off balance. For her own good, as well as mine.
Her unyielding determination tells me it will be difficult to convince her to back off. Thus, my only alternative is to use intimidation to scare her away.
So I will give her the chance she’s been begging for, confident that in the end, she’ll be begging to get away from me.
Excerpt
Kalie stepped into his office hesitantly, glancing around, clearly nonplussed.
“Come in and sit down, Kalie.” Erik gestured to the chair facing his desk.
Kalie sat down across from Erik. She crossed her legs and he couldn’t help noticing her long, shapely calves.
“You wanted to talk to me,” he said.
She bit her lip and nodded. Her gaze drifted to the window behind him and the spectacular view of the city below.
“I didn’t realize you were the partner in a big company like this.”
“I’m the owner, actually. The two men you just met are minor partners.”
Normally, he didn’t comment on such things, but Kalie seemed intimidated by his status and he would take every opportunity to keep her off balance.
For her own good, as well as his own.
She had made it clear that she wanted to pursue a relationship with him and her unyielding determination told him it would be difficult to convince her it wouldn’t work between them. Thus, his only alternative seemed to be to use intimidation to scare her away.
Kalie shifted in the leather chair, rethinking her whole strategy. In his role as her captor, while playing out her sexual fantasy, he’d worn jeans and a casual shirt. She’d never expected that a wealthy business owner, like he clearly was, would take the time out to indulge in playacting with her.
Maybe it was his idea of slumming.
The sight of him in his tailored business suit, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist, reminded her of the muscular body that was hidden beneath the expensive clothes. His chiseled chin and finely sculpted features had filled her dreams for weeks. And right now, she couldn’t help remembering his full lips moving on hers, then over her naked body. Touching her in soft, intimate places.
She gazed up from her folded hands to his unsettling blue eyes. She’d seen those eyes with a dominating edge. She’d seen them filled with passion. And even filled with an intense need that rivaled her own.
But right now they were simply cold and detached, as if what the two of them had shared had been nothing to him.
Yet she sat here quivering with need being this close to him. Yearning for him to drag her into his arms and kiss her, then ravage her right on top of his desk.
“So what did you come here to say to me?” he asked, eyebrows arched.
“I…”
His cool gaze made it hard to say the words. Deep inside, she had believed when he saw her again, he would realize how much he wanted her. That she would barely have to convince him at all.
But clearly that wasn’t the case.
She drew in a deep breath. “I wanted to say that what we shared was amazing and, especially that last night…” She bit her lip. “I would really like you to give us a chance.”
“A chance to what?” he asked, his voice deadpan.
Oh, God, he wasn’t going to make this any easier.
“A chance to see if this might lead somewhere. To see if it’s worth pursuing a relationship.”
“A relationship?” He eased back in his chair. “So you see flowers and candlelight in our future? Soft words spoken in front of a fire? Holding hands as we watch movies together?”
Erik stood up and walked toward her, then leaned back against his desk.
“In case you didn’t get the idea, I’m not a romantic kind of guy. I like my sex rough and hard. And I like my women soft and submissive.”
She nodded. “I understand. I can do that.”
His eyes narrowed. “You really think so? Just because you had a fantasy about being abducted and forced to have sex with two men, you think you can handle what I want? Baby, what I enjoy is in a whole different league.”
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Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
THE MALE STRIPPER
While Becca’s friends fantasize about multiple men and erotic situations, Becca longs for something more down to earth-a sizzling night with the male stripper she hired for her friend’s bachelorette party.
Despite her friends’ good-natured insistence that she go for it, Becca just doesn’t know how to tell this super sexy man she wants to jump his bones.
But when he shows up at her door later that night-and with a hunky friend in tow-she decides she just can’t let this opportunity slip away.
THE STRANGER
The idea of sex with a stranger is Jan’s biggest turn-on. Not a one night stand, but someone who is totally anonymous. She never in her wildest dreams thought she’d do it in real life… until her friend decides to make it happen.
So, bound and blindfolded, she is ready for her mysterious lover, but is she ready for the consequences?
THE OFFICE SLAVE
Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her latest read, she’s developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business partners. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d have the opportunity to live out her fantasy… until her friend decides to make it happen.
Now she’s about to become an office slave… to four hunky men she’s never even met. But faced with the reality, can she actually go through with it?
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How far will she go to get the life she’s always wanted? Dana’s always had a clear vision of how her life would go and how she’d get there, but when her father dies during her final year of college, her whole world threatens to topple down. In desperate need of money, she takes a drastic step. She decides to auction off her virginity.
Mason is used to getting what he wants. The head of his own corporate empire, he has wealth, means, and no shortage of beautiful women ready to fulfill his every need. But despite having it all, Mason is bored. Until he comes face-to-face with a woman from his past. Unable to let Dana slip away again, Mason bids on the one thing he’s always wanted, even i
f it is completely forbidden. He’s fantasized about having her to himself for years, touching her smooth skin, tasting her sweet lips, but Dana is off-limits, or is she? What started out as a way for each of them to get what they’ve always wanted is about to turn into so much more…..
Excerpt
“We’re here, miss.”
The driver stopped the car and got out, then opened her door and helped her from the car. They stood in front of a tall, elegant looking building. It didn’t look like a hotel. More like a luxury apartment building. The driver rolled her overnight bag to the front door and the doorman opened the door for her. The driver led her across the impressive lobby, with marble floors, tall pillars, and huge floral arrangements, to an elevator.
“This is a private elevator.” He slid a card into a slot and the door opened. “It will take you to the penthouse.” Then he handed her the card and walked away.
The door closed and her stomach fluttered as the elevator started moving upward.
When the door opened, she stepped into a huge apartment with windows overlooking the city. She stepped onto the gleaming, dark hardwood floor of the foyer as she stepped from the elevator and glanced around, expecting her benefactor to be waiting for her. But there was no one in sight.
She glanced around at the elegantly furnished penthouse, with light walls and leather couches and chairs. The wood furniture had clean lines and large pieces of abstract art hung on the walls. The whole look was balanced by the softness of the plush carpets and cushions.
She walked across the floor and stared out at the city below. The sun was setting and the windows of the other buildings were bathed in orange light.
“Like the view?” a male voice asked behind her.
A prickle started along the back of her neck, then down her spine.
