We Love Kink - Erotic Romance Anthology #1
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As she complied, a blush deepened the rosy glow in her face and her breathing got choppy. It caused his own already rabbiting heartbeat to thunder like a racehorse, and he took three deep cleansing breaths in an attempt to get a reign on his raging hunger.
“First thing’s first.” He mumbled as he picked up the egg and examined the settings on the control attached to it.
“Hmm, this could be fun.” He murmured, then leaned over her and braced one hand on the mattress. He watched her watch him as he slid the sleek silver oval up the inside of her thigh. Her eyes were the size of dinner plates right now and her breath was coming out in frantic pants through her open lips. When he circled and slid the vibe inside her molten heat, two of his fingers followed suit to seat it deep.
He laid the control next to her hip, careful to adjust the wires so the egg wasn’t dislodged, then picked up the massager and plugged it in.
“Oh, Bailey.” He said on a soft laugh. “This is going to be fun.”
The soft bulbous head of the vibrator came to life with a quiet hum as it switched on. Nate didn’t think about Doms or subs or whether or not he was acting according to the rules. The only thing that moved him now was desire, hers and his driving need to fan it.
First thing he did was glide it over her hip and the soft triangle of fur she had on her mound. “I love this.” He told her and rubbed a firm circle over the patch. “I don’t get why girls remove it.” He slid the ball a little lower to brush over her lips, then brought it back up, glistening with moisture. “It’s like the gift wrap for my favorite present.” He thought she would’ve giggled at that, so when she didn’t he looked up from watching the way the rubber glided over her dripping tissues to see that she was beyond levity. Everything about her in that moment was focused on her body and what he was doing to it. Hot as hell, he thought, and used his free hand to turn on the bullet.
Bailey was lost on a cloud of pleasure. Her wand had never felt this good when she played with it. He glided it over her like a maestro and her vision became cloudy with a filmy light around the edges. Then he flipped the switch to the toy inside of her at the same time pressed the wand to her clit. Hard. Vibrations inside and out simultaneously shot her from the dreamy iridescent arousal she’d been floating in to a hard intense passion that had her crying out for him. Climax, that had been a soft and dewy prospect for later, turned into a clawing desperate hunger that she suddenly had to have. Now. God, please, now.
Bailey’s hips flexed urgently and incoherent cries fell from her lips with every gasp of breath.
“Not yet, Bailey.” She heard, as if through a tunnel. “Not. Yet.”
“Wha-?” She had no idea if she’d be able to hold back. For her, orgasms were something she strived to achieve before the guy she was with finished, and now, she hadn’t a clue on how to stop the one that was coming toward her with gale force.
Something tickled at her breast. Bailey opened her eyes and saw Nate had picked up her flogger and was running it over her chest, from one straining nipple to the next, all the while keeping the duel vibrations buffeting her.
With a flick of the wrist, he snapped one crest and her eyes flew wide open to meet with his.
“That okay?” He asked, his voice all deep and growly. “Say ‘treasure’ if it’s not and we can play without this.” They’d decided on treasure as their safe word in the restaurant and it made her mind go fuzzy with pleasure that he reminded her. It was something a Dom from her books would do.
“I’m fine.” She told him with a squeak. “I liked it.” And she had, that little jolt had set off what felt like firecrackers inside her. Snap. Her body jolted as he treated the other breast to the same. It stung, but in a delicious way that left a burning itch for more in its wake.
“Again.” She pleaded, breathless. “Harder.”
“Fuck.” Was his reverent response, then whap he did it again, and upped the speed on her toys.
Fire. Her body was on fire. Bailey’s back arched off the mattress as she cried out for him. Snap, snap, whap. Two softer blows followed up by a biting one, alternated between each throbbing peak and all the while he was relentless with the wand on her clit. The pleasure was too much for her and Bailey crested and came with a series of deep throbbing pulses from deep within her womb that lasted for an eternity. With a clatter, her toys were tossed to the floor.
Nate pulled the still moving bullet from inside her and then he was on her. Still fully clothed and the soft shirt and rough denim were just another layer of sensation against her sensitized skin.
“My pants.” He said in between ravenous kisses. “Bailey, my pants.” Blindly, kissing him back all the while, she fumbled with his belt and jeans until she managed to free his straining cock.
“Oh god, yes!” She shouted to the ceiling as he sank deep inside her still pulsating flesh. “Yes, oh please, god yes!” Now freed, her hands coursed over him, burrowing under cotton to clutch at flesh as his hips thundered into hers like a thoroughbred racing for the finish line. He was growling and talking to her, course words of praise and unintelligible grunts as his hands latched onto her hips and he actually pulled her into his thrusts. It blew her mind.
Bailey went blind and deaf as what felt like an explosion went off inside her. She was unaware that Nate followed suit, lost to the unbelievable pleasure as her body released in an orgasm so magnificent she was still in the throes of it when everything went black.
Chapter Six
“There’s really nothing to it, you just have to remember to keep your wrist loose and follow through-“ Crack
“Ow! Shit.” Nate was sweaty, covered in welts and ready to put his fist through a wall. “Easy for you to say, asshat.” He wiped the sweat from his stinging eyes with a forearm and backed up the instructional video -bullwhips for beginners- for the dozenth time. Then prepared to try again. As the video restarted, and the instructor talked about follow through and back swing, Nate decided his problem must be that he’s been holding back. He took a deep breath, pulled his arm all the way back, closed his eyes and- crack!
“Whoa!”
“Motherfucker!” The six-foot tail of the whip had recoiled. It snaked around his torso and back to snap like a fucking piranha on his ass. So, there he stood, wrapped up like a friggin’ maypole, shirtless, squeezed into ridiculous leather pants, sweaty and looking like he had leprosy with all the swelling marks on him. And Craig stood in his doorway taking it all in.
“Wait.” Craig told him as he fished his phone from a pocket. “Before you say anything, I need a picture of this.”
“Don’t even-“ click “You son of a bitch.” Click-click-click Craig ignored the cursing and the threats that Nate lobbed at him as he struggled to untangle himself from the whip. Craig just circled Nate like a fucking paparazzi, snapping away from all angles to make sure he captured Nate’s humiliation from every vantage point.
“There.” Craig told him with a superior smirk before he finally put his damn phone away. “That should about do it. Now. You wanna tell me what the hell is going on and why you stole Prince’s tights?”
Nate was thrown by the comment and forgot his struggle with the single tail for a moment to look down at his black leather pants. “What are you talking about? Because they look small? The lady at the shop said they’d be tight and I needed to wear them around for a while to stretch ‘em out.”
“First off.” Craig told him, and looked as though he were having a tough time keeping a straight face. “They aren’t too tight, they’re too fucking small. Half your ass is sticking out of the top of those bad boys. And they’re fucking purple, jackass.”
Nate looked down again in horror.
“No they’re not!” He hoped to hell they weren’t. “It’s just the lighting in here. They were black in the store.”
“Then it was the lighting in the store. Because, seriously, dude. Those are purple.”
“Well, fuck.” Nate felt like all the air had just been let out of him.
He slumped onto the sofa with a disgusted sigh, whip and all. “What a colossal waste. My credit card is still crying, and I can’t return any of this shit.” He waved his arm to indicate the mounds of opened and unopened assortment of kink supplies he had so recklessly and eagerly purchased first thing this morning.
“What the hell?” Craig sounded equal parts impressed and shocked. “There is only one woman right? Or did you plan on fucking all the rest too?”
“Just the one.” Nate said as he finally got free of the whip and dropped it to the floor resentfully. He glared at it like the inanimate object needed to know what it had done. With a groan Nate covered his face with his palms and rested his head on the back of the couch. “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing here, Craig.” He admitted. “I thought she was just there in the club for a little side action, you know? Like us. Just there to see what it was like behind the curtain. But, she’s the real deal. A submissive.”
“So?” Craig asked, holding up a purple sparkling dildo that was covered with glitter and stars. “Really, dude?”
Nate stared and for a second his frustration hung in there, but the sight of his buddy holding a candy colored rubber penis broke through all the angst.
Rather than laugh, he palmed his cell and snapped a shot before Craig caught on. “Ha. Got it. Now, if the ones you just took show up online, this one will too. Mutual destruction dude.”
“Uh-huh.” Craig seemed like he could care less. “Explain. Cuz’ this looks like you castrated a My Little Pony.”
Nate flopped to his back with a cleansing bellow of laughter and stretched out on the sofa. After he got a hold of himself he filled Craig in. “The lady at the store said I’d need one to-“ finger quotes “-play- with my sub. And I was afraid the ones that looked life-like would gross her out. So I got her a girly one.”
Craig shook his head as he dropped the toy back to the pile and stood. “Is that what you’re trying to do? Make her your sex slave?”
“Not really a slave.” Nate shoved to his feet and shuffled over to dig through the pile until he found what he was after. “A sex slave is different. That’s really hardcore and she never said anything that sounded like she was into that.” He flipped through the pages of Kink 101 until he found the chapter on slaves. “Yeah, look here. That’s, like, for deep players. Some slaves don’t even feed themselves or pick out their own clothes or anything. Bailey didn’t seem anywhere near that extreme.”
“Nate. God.” Craig snatched the book from his hands and shook his head at him. “You can’t take on a real sub.” He used the book to indicate the state Nate was in. “A book and some videos don’t make you a Dom any more than watching Star Wars makes you a Jedi.”
“I know that. But, you know, I thought I could fake it till I make it.”
“Not when it comes to this, Nate. This is serious deep level shit. There are rules and protocol and safe words and all kinds of stuff you don’t have a clue about. Some of the games in BDSM can be deadly. They do shit like choking each other. You wanna accidentally strangle your girl? You can’t fake this. You just can’t.”
Nate wanted to argue. He wanted to insist that he could do anything he damn well set his mind to.
Unfortunately, he knew his friend was right. This wasn’t just sex. BDSM was a hell of a lot more than just sex and the more he’d read and researched the more that point had been driven home.
“Shit.” He finally admitted out loud. “I know you’re right. But, I really like her, man. Like, I look at her and everything else just goes out of focus, you know? I gotta have her. Period.”
“Yeah?” It helped that Craig was a child psychologist. Nate could be completely open with him and not slam up against the stereotypical ‘bro’ ribbing that some of his other friends pulled.
“Sounds like me with Jules.” Craig said, scratching the back of his neck thoughtfully. “But, if this really is true for her and she’s a sexual submissive, she’s not going to be content with a vanilla relationship. She might settle for it if she falls in love or thinks she doesn’t have to have it. But, she won’t be happy in the long run. Hate to say it, but since you aren’t a Dom, you should probably cut her loose, dude.”
“I can’t do that.” Nate admitted as he poked at one of the welts on his stomach. Psychologist or not, some things were hard to fess up to. “See, because, well, none of this weirds me out.”
“Okay.” Craig just nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets. “And?”
“Well, it has the opposite effect on me.” Nate added.
“What are you saying, Nate? Spit it out.” Craig gave him a come here motion with one hand in encouragement.
“See, if I wasn’t a Dom or at least had the tendencies of one;” Nate wanted to know; “wouldn’t this stuff turn me off? Or at least not turn me on?”
“You think you’re a Dom?” Craig asked, in that open, non-judgemental way he had that made him so great at his job.
“Yeah.” Nate said and the truth of it settled on his shoulders like the arm of a long lost friend. “I really do.”
“Is it something you’ve thought about before, or is it because you really like this girl?”
“Honestly?” Nate asked because he was about to drop a truth on his buddy that he’d never even admitted to himself before.
“No. Lie to me.” Deadpan.
“Jackass.” Shrink or not, he was still a guy. “Since I was a kid, I had these fantasies. Like, dark fantasies. In them, the women were tied up or down and they’re screaming-in a good way- and coming for me over and over again. Then they beg me for more. I always thought fantasies like that meant I was some kind of psycho or something and I tried not to focus on them too much. But, Craig. Man, this BDSM stuff is just clicking for me. Everything I’ve read is like dominoes falling into place. All my fantasies that I thought made me some kind of deviant, they are all out there like, no biggie. And if these are Bailey’s fantasies too?” The idea boggled his mind and filled him with an almost euphoric rush. “Game over, man. Seriously, game fucking over.”
“So what are you going to do then?” Craig wanted to know. “I mean, look at you. You’re gonna put her in the hospital if you come at her with a whip.”
No argument there, Nate thought as he poked at yet another welt, this one on the exposed part of his ass.
“I don’t have a clue.” He told his friend. “But, for starters, will you cut me out of these friggin’ pants?”
Chapter Seven
Nate walked into the main lobby of the BDSM club with one goal: find Xavier and somehow convince the man to give him Dom lessons. It was the only thing he could think of because Craig was right, there was no way he had the skills to be what Bailey needed as things stood the way they did right now.
The waitress from his other night here walked in and a smile lit up her stunning face as she recognized him. “Well, hello there. It’s such a welcome pleasure to see you again, Sir.” And as fluid and graceful as a prima ballerina, she dropped to her knees and bowed her head once she stood before him. “How may I be of service?”
“Umm.” Nate looked down and thought he’d never get used to this; a beautiful woman dropping to her knees in front of him. It was an altogether humbling experience. And how weird was that? He’d always thought the opposite would be true. That he’d be riding a hell of a power trip if it were to happen and instead, he was the one feeling like the servant.
“I was hoping I could talk to Xavier. He around today?”
“Yes.” She told his shoes. “Master Xavier is in the back. If you’ll just follow me, I’ll be happy to take you to him.” Then she stood without wobbling, turned on her stiletto-clad heel and led the way.
Nate followed and tried to appear calm.
On the inside, he was a nervous wreck. He hoped the guy didn’t throw him out on his ear, or ban him from the club for being an imposter. If Xavier wouldn’t help him, he didn’t have a clue what he could do. Maybe there was another BDSM club in town? Or, mayb
e he could find one within driving distance.
Thankfully, his pretty escort brought him to an office door before his ‘what ifs’ got the better of him, and motioned him forward. “You have a visitor, Sir.” She said in a smoky whisper.
“Thank you Jessica.” Said a voice from within. “I’ve asked Dan to make a lunch run, make sure you give him your order as well.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She smiled prettily. “I’ll go find him now.”
Jessica slipped away and Nate walked into the club owner’s office. It was not what Nate had been expecting. If asked, he would have guessed the space would be filled with lots of black leather and dark wood everywhere. It wasn’t even remotely close to that. The color scheme was light and airy, there were a lot of books in the cases lining the walls. There was an overstuffed couch in a sort of dusty grey with some plush looking pillows on it in an array of colors from off white to pale blue. Two large chairs in the same colors faced a desk that looked like one of those re-mastered antiques, with the stain sanded away in patches to show the grain in the light tones of the wood. Behind the desk, a pair of French doors done in more distressed woodwork led out to a small garden. All in all, the office was warm and inviting and the half dozen plants that dotted the entire space added a feeling of life and sense of growth to the space.