It’s Monday so I have to give you something to start the week.
Fast flash. Unedited
She woke to the feeling of shallow thrusts between her thighs. His arm was a band beneath her breasts, holding her tight as he moved inside her.
Her sleepy moan made him chuckle and thrust just a little harder. She tossed her leg over his, opening her body wider to him.
“Good morning,” she whispered into the darkness.
Teasing fingers tweaked her nipple, pulling and pinching until she was squirming back on his cock with each of his thrusts.
“Fuck.” Her back arched, clit twitching as he pinched hard.
He sank his teeth in her shoulder and pushed to her stomach without separating their bodies. He spread her thighs wider with his knees and pressed deeper, causing her to gasp and writhe beneath him.
“More,” she panted. “Please, harder!”
With a hand between her shoulder blades, he rose above her and gave her exactly what she needed.
Just recounting a dream while the pieces are semi-vivid. I woke up aching, my body clenching at nothing.
My house is overrun with guests and my family has been sucked into the chaos. I try to remember that I agreed to this invasion of my privacy being labeled as a party, but it’s pretty fucking hard when I still haven’t figured out what to wear.
They’ve transformed everything until even my bedroom is no longer recognizable to me. What an elaborate scheme, far grander in scale than I’d first thought.
My good friend eyed me critically for a moment before nodding.
“Stop worrying. Just wear the white blouse with those gray slacks and you’ll look fine for the event.”
I’m wondering if perhaps bailing on this would be a better option.
“Yea, that’s probably your best bet on short notice.” She looks around the dining room before turning back to me. “You know, the house is kinda small.”
I find myself growing defensive at her comments. I straighten my blouse to keep from glaring. “It’s an addition so I have my space. The main side that everyone else stays in is actually quite large.”
She simply smiles at me before shrugging. “As long as you’re comfortable.”
What the hell does that even mean? I eye her for a moment, hoping to discern if that comment was meant to be backhanded as it sounded. She’s never struck me as a bitch, but the whole night is rubbing me wrong.
“I’m going to go find a drink, I’ll catch you later.”
I leave before she has the opportunity to say anything else. My irritation carries me outside, to the bar that’s been erected in the back yard. It’s this long white affair that glows blue and pink, with stools along the front. Bottles line the back wall, standing like sentinels to guide me in. I move to a stool near the end, next to a guy with a fair complexion and shoulder length brown hair.
The moment my ass touches the seat, tapping the bar top in hopes of getting the bartender’s attention, the gentleman rises to leave. I don’t know why, but it sets me off.
“It’s really rude to just leave like that, you know.” There was no hiding the bite in my voice.
My words stop him in his tracks. He turns back to me, one eyebrow raised in question. “Excuse me?”
I lose a little of my anger, feeling silly for my outburst. Luckily, the bartender comes to take my order.
“Nothing,” I say to the man with a shrug before turning away. “A shot of whiskey and a margarita. It’s set to be an incredibly long evening and I need the alcohol.”
I’m handed the shot before I’ve finished my sentence. A body at my side stops me before I can knock it back.
“Apparently something’s bothering you or you wouldn’t have said that.”
He’s close, the previously retreating man. So close, I can feel his body heat and smell the light cologne he used. Something… that does a number on my body.
I down my shot, letting the fire shoot down my throat to burn through my whole body.
“Look,” I breathe out. “I’m not sure why I said that–”
He interrupts me before I can say any more. “Oh, you know. Don’t chicken out now.”
He moves in closer, his face inches from mine. I feel the ripple of muscle as he presses into my side. The whiskey is already unwinding the tension in my body and I find myself leaning into him.
“I don’t know…” I swallow, distracted by his breath on my lips. “Just ignore me.”
“Too late now.” His lips brush mine and I’m done for.
The clink of a glass being set in front of me breaks some of the tension. “Your drink.”
I grab it, turning away to try and regain some sense. Lost my head a little there. More alcohol is the remedy for my lapse.
“Come watch the band play with me.” His voice seems to wash over me. Warm, soothing, and altogether too deep to resist.
I let him pull me away from the bar, across the lawn to where the band is setting up. The crowd is thin, but the way he presses into the back of me I hardly notice.
He simply holds me. An arm banded beneath my breasts and a hand holding my hip. His cock presses into my lower back and I hold my breath. When his lips fall on my neck, I release the breath as a moan.
“You wanted my attention and now you have it.” He grazes my neck with his teeth and I am liquid in his arms.
I turn in his arms, needing his lips on mine again. Nothing matters except feeling him against me, inside me. My hands find their way under his jacket to caress along the silk of his shirt. I wanted to touch skin, but I’m trying to remember where we are standing.
“Don’t be shy,” he whispered against my lips, “I don’t plan on being.”
Before I can register his intent, I’m on my back in the grass. My gasp is swallowed up by his mouth on mine, the intensity of it stealing what little breath I have.
His hands rend my slacks at the juncture of my thighs and I feel his fingers press into me. My mouth and my legs open wider for him, inviting tongue and fingers and cock if he’ll give them to me.
“So wet for me and you don’t even know my name.” His chuckle is lost as he takes my lips again.
I don’t need to know it. I lift my hips off the ground, pressing into his fingers to remind him what I need to know in this moment.
His fingers disappear and I groan my irritation. Ah, but he’s as ready for me as I am for him. The blunt head of him presses into the barrier of my panties before he moves them aside to gain entrance.
My back arches at his invasion, body stretching to accommodate, mouth sucking hard on his tongue. I grip his hips with my knees, lifting to invite him deeper. His lips leave mine to slip to my throat. My eyes stare blindly at the night sky as he moves with measured thrusts.
What little civility that remains in me evaporates under the weight of his body, and I express my savagery with loud moans that rise like summer heat.
Teresa’s eyes popped open the moment the sun touched her face. Confusion muddled her mind as she tried to make sense of her strange surroundings.
A tree stood at her back, scraping her skin as she leaned back. Her hands were bound around its thick trunk, stretching her so her breasts jutted forward in offering.
The clearing before her was shrouded in a mist that clung to the grass at her feet. The rising sun painted the sky a blood red that sent chills down her bare, dew covered body.
Red at night, sailor’s delight. Red during the day, sailor’s dismay.
The remembered omen chilled her further as she attempted to negotiate her escape. Her memory of last night was fuzzy at best following the party and she feared she’d landed herself in a dangerous situation. Fear pushed her into flight. The rope only chafed her arms more as she attempted to wiggle free. Her skin threatened to come away if she continued her struggle
“Perfect. You’re awake.”
Her head swiveled to the left to find a petite woman clad in black admiring her. The woman’s red hair was a cloud about her face and her skin and green eyes seemed to glow in the morning light.
“Trent will be pleased to know you survived the night.” The woman advanced on her quickly as she spoke, her voice a throaty purr. “And aren’t you just perfect.”
Teresa opened her mouth to speak, but one red tipped nail pressed against her lips. Just the simple contact sent a sizzle of awareness through her body. Her nipples peaked far tighter than could be blamed on the chill and her pussy seemed to plump between her thighs.
“Don’t speak yet.” The woman’s eyes sparkled as though she knew the reaction she caused. “Trent will answer all your questions. Let me make you more comfortable until then.”
The red haired beauty dropped to her knees in the wet grass. Teresa was too stunned to resist as those pale fingers curled around her thighs, parting them wide enough to scoot forward into the gap.
“So pretty,” she whispered, her warm breath brushing Teresa’s curls.
As if in a dream, Teresa watched as the woman’s head drew closer. First she pressed her lips to her hip before using her tongue to lave the bone. Unable to stop, she whimpered and pressed her hips forward in a silent plea.
“Impatient girl.” The woman’s high laugh sent a bolt a lust through Teresa. “I’ll give you what you want.”
Starting from her knee, the woman licked up until was pressing her face right where it was needed. Teresa threw her head back against the tree, overwhelmed by the way the woman touched her. First with gentle nibbles then with the flat of her tongue. She licked from her perineum up to her clit before dipping that talented tongue inside.
“God, yes.” Teresa stared at the red sky, unseeing. “Yes.”
With quaking thighs, she chased the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. Her body vibrated, her breath shuddered out, her hips rolled.
“Please. Please!” Teresa was not above begging. Her voice echoed across the clearing as she did just that.
“Not yet, Victoria.”
Even the deep voice sounding by her ear couldn’t draw Teresa from her lust. She did cry out when the woman sat back on her heels with a pout. A man stood to Teresa’s right. He was big and raven haired with skin darkened by sun. Meeting his hazel eyes seemed to tumble Teresa headlong right back into searing desire.
“Oh, Trent. Such a spoilsport.” Victoria rose gracefully to her feet and crossed over to kiss him full on the lips. “It was just getting good.”
He drew his tongue across his lips and Teresa shuddered as though he’d done it to her.
“Patience.” He spoke the words to Victoria, but Teresa knew he meant them for her.
She shook herself from her stupor enough to ask. “What’s going on?”
He smiled and she could’ve sworn she felt it in her gut. He was dangerous when he smiled both because of the predatory way he gazed when he did so and also because a smile transformed his face from something handsome to something devastating.
“You’re going to help us welcome Asmodeus.”
An unedited shortie just for the gif on this week’s MM
I blinked up at him, sleep still clouding my brain. The sun had just started peeking through the curtains and I had nowhere to be today. I should be sleeping in.
“Shouldn’t you be at work,” I croaked out.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Roll over. Now.”
The sharp command in his voice did something to me. I found myself obeying even though it made no sense. Flipping on my belly, I lay still and wait for him to tell me what’s going on. Long moments pass and sleep starts to creep back in. Just as I’m about to succumb to its seductive pull, he ripped the covers from my body.
“Hey! What the fuc–”
His hand landed with a loud crack and pain rippled across my skin. I’m rendered speechless as it morphs into something hot that woke my pussy up.
“Take off your shorts.” The way he growls the words had me scrambling to shed the fabric.
I’m panting now, my body hot just from a few commands and a well administered spank. I’d do and be whatever he wanted if he just carried on spanking me.
He leaned over me, his hand grasping my ass as his lips brushed my ear. My heart is beating out of my chest as I wait for his next order.
“I heard you mumbling in your sleep. Begging to be fucked and writhing beside me. I was hard as a rocking listening to your moans. I want to see you fuck yourself now, before I leave for work. Two fingers in your cunt, on your clit, and your ass moving.” He spanked me again. “Do it. Now.”
I rushed to obey. I stuffed my hands under me, left hand fingers thrusted deep while my right hand fingers rubbed at my clit.
“Harder. Fuck yourself.”
He smacked my ass harder and harder. His aim on my wiggling flesh sure. I was frantic. Every thrust, rub, spank propelling me higher. My cunt was a wet mess, squelching every time my fingers went in.
“Please, please, please.” I was chanting and begging.
“Come,” he demanded in my ear. “Come for me.”
I arched up and exploded. It was magical in the morning light. My body squeezed my fingers hard as I gushed over my hand. My clit twitched beneath my fingertips and I rubbed at it still even as the spasms tried to render me dumb. My ass rose and fell as I rocked into the intense wave of it. And he hovered above me, groaning his pleasure at my obedience and abandon.
I dropped limp into the bed, uncaring that I now lay in a wet spot. I fell back asleep to his whispered promise that he’d see me tonight.
Haven’t worked on this since here. Smack my butt will ya. Let’s throw in the added goodness of Masturbation Monday while we’re at it. Go enjoy the others after and maybe I’ll manage to conclude this one someday.
She couldn’t help fretting the entire day about her scheduled meeting with Mr Davensport. It distracted her at every moment, nearly causing her to ruin the laundry during her morning cleaning and destroy the garden when she attempted to help pick vegetables. The Head Gardner had shooed her back inside with a stormy look. She apologized over and over, but the stern man simply told her not to return until her head was on straight.
Clara forced herself to clean around the house as she couldn’t ruin much doing that particular task.
The door to the office stood ajar and after a quick peek inside, Clara deemed it safe to clean. If this was the closest she could be to him until later, then she’d take it.
His scent permeated the space. Her lungs breathed in his spiciness and she let herself relaxing into the chore. She opened the drapes and pushed up the windows to bring in a little air. Clara hummed softly as she cleared the dust from his shelves, admiring the decorative covers of his tomes. When she reached the front of his desk, she straightened his papers being careful not to upset his work.
There was a stubborn scuff that she knew would come out with a little more elbow grease. She bent over the expanse to buff the surface. Her body swayed and shifted in an unconscious invitation as she worked.
Clara was startled by hands on her hips and a body pressing her into the desk. She glanced over her shoulder to find Mr Davensport gazing down at her with heat in his eyes.
“Are you trying to tempt me, Clara?” His voice was gruff, his hands squeezing her hips.
While some small part of her said she should sit up and put distance between them, Clara couldn’t fight the urge to remain positioned as he’d trapped her. She dropped the rag and planted her hands on the desk.
“No, Mr Davens–” His growl stopped her. “No, Travis. I’d never dream of doing such a thing.”
She felt the evidence of his arousal through their clothes. The hardness pressed into the flesh of her bum and set her body on fire.
“But tempt me you do, Clara girl. I’ve been distracted all day with how I would finally spank your bottom.”
Her moan bubbled up. She felt hot and desperate to shed her clothing. “Why wait?”
“Because,” he breathed but didn’t go on. She felt his breath on her neck.
His hand dropped to pull the hem of her dress up. Slowly, inch by inch, the air touched her skin sending a wave of goosebumps along her skin. When he had the fabric bunched above her hips so the rough texture of his slacks abraded her skin, she shuddered at the contact.
“Because I will have you after I spank you, Clara.” He reached around to cup her between her thighs. “I will have you just like this, bent over my bed with your ass heated from my hand so I can feel it as I take you.”
“Oh God,” she moaned as his fingers played in the wetness he found there.
“I want to wait. Wait until later when there’s no distractions, no responsibilities, nothing to do except feel you on my lap.”
Even as he said those words, he plucked at her button until her hips gyrated back against him. He seemed larger against her bare bottom, hotter as she swayed and wiggled.
“But I will feel you come on my fingers now, sweet girl. I will have your scent on my hand for the rest of the day.”
He leaned over her, pressing her down as he played between her legs. Clara lost all sense as the surety of his fingers rushed her headlong into an orgasm.
“Mr… Travis! I’m going to, I’m going to.” She gasped as her tummy coiled too tight.
He kissed along her neck, breathing softly in hair. “Come for me, my girl. Let me feel you.”
She came with a muffled shriek, her hips gyrating hard against him as pleasure washed over her. So good, it held her and stole her breath. All the while he held her tight to him, his fingers buried deep.
When it passed, she relaxed into the desk, loving the weight of him on top of her.
He released her slowly, as though reluctant to do so. Her dress fell back to her ankles but she couldn’t find the energy to rise yet.
“Tonight.” He placed another kiss on her neck before he departed the room as quietly as he entered.
Clara sighed and lifted herself from the desk. Her anticipation rose and with it came a thread of anxiety. If she wasn’t careful, more of her feelings would get involved here and she’d be in trouble.
“Don’t lose your head, Clara girl.”
Too bad such pep talks never worked.
She was singing loudly as she cleaned when the doors opened behind her.
“La la la love…” she trailed off into a hum, jumping when the doors slammed.
Whirling around, she met the amused gaze of the Lord. She blinked rapidly before dropping her eyes and her body to the ground.
Silence descended on the room and she watched as his sandaled feet walked slowly by her. She bowed lower, wondering who’d been the one to painstakingly thread the gold into his footwear. The hem of his robe swept the newly cleaned stones, and she noted how it too was shot through with gold in places. What a tedious job that had to have been. Her own tunic was simple to the point of being plain, but she liked it that way.
“Excuse me?” Amusement shoot through his deep voice.
The feet backtracked to stand behind her. Light streaming through the window caught the gold and made it glint in her eye. She stayed bent to the ground, hoping he’d carry on with the advisors who continued to move by.
She felt the touch of his hand to her head. His fingers sifted through her curly strands trailing to her nape to gather the hair in his fist. He gave a light tug and she let him guide her head back to meet his eyes.
They were a vivid blue, so stunning she had to look away.
“No,” he admonished with a tug. “You will hold my gaze since you can speak so freely to me.”
Her widened eyes bounced back to his. “My Lord! I would never… I’m sorry for any thing I’ve said to offend. I’m–”
“What is your name, girl?” He lowered himself to the ground in front of her. “I would know the name of one so bold.”
Should she give him her real name? She darted her eyes to the closed door, contemplating how she could escape before she was punished.
His laughter brought her focus back to him. “Could you make it to the door, little one? I think I have you caught. Your name?”
The urge to lie dissolved under his regard.
“Lillian, My Lord,” she whispered.
“Innocence; purity; beauty.” He stepped closer, his full lips tilting up in a smile. “A fitting name for one so sweet.”
“My mother believed me destined for someone great.” Heat stole across her cheeks. “Forgive me for being so forward.”
“I think your mother is a very wise woman.” His voice dropped and something keen entered his eyes.
It was the two of them in that moment. She didn’t fully understand what was happening, but was too caught in his gaze to flee. The hand at her nape began to massage, the gentle touch relaxing her.
“I would have you for myself, Lillian.” His face neared her own. “I find myself unable to walk away now that I’ve seen you.”
That drew her out of the spell. A wave of indignation swept through her. “For your own? But I’m not a thing to be owned!”
His eyes darkened, turning predatory as he stared at her. “Well, I’ll just have to remind you that I’m Lord and I always get what I want.”
Before she could protest his high handed speech, he captured her lips in a kiss that sizzled right through her defenses.
The fist in her hair nearly drew a gasp from her, but instead used the urge to open her mouth wide. He tightened his grip signaling to open wider.
Her ears picked up the scrape of metal and the rustle of fabric. Something wet painted her bottom lip and she lapped at it. There was no stifling her moan at the taste of it on her tongue and his growl shivered down every nerve.
Her tongue formed a cup for his cock as it slid in. She held still as he gave a shallow thrust. On his next thrust, he moved to the back of her throat and she sealed her lips around him.
His moan of pleasure was everything. It made her pussy wet to hear him vocalize and she doubled her efforts to have him spill on her tongue.