EVERYDAY KINKY CHALLENGE #3

Everyday Kinky. I love this challenge. I get to write something quick and kinky about something rather innocuous. Flowers! Want to read the other kinky stories? Then click here. You should check them out.

Now about my story...

Celebration, Copyright 2014, Wendi Zwaduk

It's been a while since my sweetheart and I got together. Like more than ten years. In all that time, he's told me he loves me. He's even taken me as his sub, but not in public.

That changes today.

I found the crown of flowers on the bed with a note.

"Wear this crown and nothing else, then come down stairs. Today I'm taking you as mine forever in front of our friends."

I shivered and slipped off my dress. Hot damn. My lover, my best friend, my dom wanted me forever. I shimmied out of my skirt, then removed my bra. My nipples hardened and my pussy creamed. I placed the flowers in my hair and left the bedroom. Each step closer to my dom sent a fresh wave of tingles down my spine. He'd already collared me in private, but he'd said he wanted to do something more in public. This was the time for something more.

I kept my gaze low in order to not trip down the stairs. When I reached the ground floor, I noticed the other people through my peripheral vision. My friend Candy and her dom, Neil waited on the left. Daniel's friend Dalton and his sub, Laura, were on the right.

I clasped my hands at the small of my back and dropped to my knees. "Permission to enter?"

"You may enter," Daniel said.

I crept toward him on my knees. When I reached his feet, I curled into a ball and presented my butt to him. I knew what would happen next and couldn't wait for the blissful pain.

"With our friends as witnesses, I take you, Corinne, as my submissive and pet. Do you trust me to protect you, to give you the utmost pleasure, and to be the man you need?"

"I do, sir."

"Do you accept my crop on your ass?" he asked.

I wanted to shout, you know I do, but instead I answered simply. "I do, sir." I braced for the impact. My dom was mine forever.

EVERYDAY KINKY CHALLENGE #2! (R-RATED!)

It's everyday kinky time! This is the challenge above. Want to read the other kinky stories? Then click here. 

Now about my part of the challenge.... what to do with this cake?

Grin. Read on and see!

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too, ©Wendi Zwaduk, 2014

It was my birthday. I hate my birthday. I hate the reminder that I'm getting old. My husband? He loves my birthday. He's exactly 9 months and three days younger than me, so yeah, he loves to tease me about getting older. I love him, but sometimes...

He called me and told me he had a surprise waiting for me. I'd assume he'd have a surprise. It was my birthday. He also loves to treat me. What can I say? I've got a great husband.

I drove home in record time. I wanted to know what that surprise was. I walked in the door and looked around. Nothing seemed out of the normal and no one jumped out from behind the furniture to shout surprise. 

"Jack?"

He stepped around the corner. He'd worn the blue shirt I'd bought him for Christmas. I loved the way the soft cotton hugged his muscular frame. He grinned. "Look on the table."

I made my way into the dining room. On the table sat a cake. White frosting, whipped cream piped on top with strawberries and candles. He'd made me a birthday cake. Nice.

"This is nice. I love strawberries."

He handed me a folded up piece of paper, then walked away before I could ask him about the note. He used to send me little notes and leave me pieces of paper when we were first married, but not lately. I opened the blank card.

Chocolate and whipped cream to cool you down, but the wax will definitely heat you up. Meet me in the bedroom. I'll bring the handcuffs. You bring the cake. Let's make this birthday celebration one for the record books. 

My hands shook. We hadn't done any wax play in a while. My skin tingled. I could almost feel the hot liquid running down my back and over my breasts. Hot damn. I picked up the cake. Time to make a night we'd never forget. 

THE EVERYDAYKINKY FLASH CHALLENGE #1 (X_RATED!)

FLASHERS!! Got your attention, didn't I? Giggle. The idea is to write a piece of flash fiction based on this photo. Could be easy or hard...depending on how you work it. Here's how I'm working it. Check out the other flashes here! And now for mine!!! Did I mention it's hot? It is. :-)


The Choice - ©Wendi Zwaduk, 2014

He told me to pick one. I gulped. Pick one. I stared at the five cooking utensils. The plastic would snap more. The wood would leave a bruise because I bruise easily. Hmm... which to pick? 

I'd taken too long because my husband strolled into the kitchen. "You haven't picked."

"No," I whispered. "I haven't." To be honest, I kind of wanted him to use all five. What can I say, I'm into pain. 

"Bad girls need to pick." He palmed my bare ass. 

I could almost feel each of the utensils on my butt. My skin tingled. 

"Fine," he said. He picked up each of the cooking items. "In the bedroom."

A peal of excitement rang through me. We'd use them all. 

I stopped at the edge of the bed and folded my hands at the small of my back. I spread my feet and awaited his decision. My husband pulled the set of nipple clips out of the drawer.

"Bad girls need punished." He twisted one of my nipples, drawing a yelp from my throat. Once he'd affixed the clip on my swollen nipple, he flicked the sensitive bead with his tongue. I moaned. He slapped my breast, then attached the other clip. I love when he gets rough with me. I swayed on my feet. Holy hell, the pain felt so good. 

"Now, for some decoration." He added two hooks to the chain between my breasts. He placed each of the utensils on the hooks, adding another bit of pressure to my abused nipples. Instead of hanging the wooden spoon on the hook, he gripped that utensil tight. "Turn around and show me that sweet little ass. It's mine."

Hell yeah. 

Sunday Snog with All I Want for Christmas!

I love the Sunday Snogs, but since I didn't have a published Christmas story other than this bit of white hot flash fiction, I thought I'd share it instead. I do hope you enjoy this interpretation of Mr and Mrs Claus. Grin!

“Reindeer got your tongue?”

Her action jolted him into action. Nodding, Nick crossed the space to her and wrapped her in his arms. Jessica squealed.

“I caught you in the act,” he murmured against her neck. Her vanilla scent curled around him as he nuzzled the delicate skin. “I like it.” He palmed her ass, adding quick swats to accentuate his words. “You’ve made the naughty list, my love.”

“Not yet.” She disengaged from his arms and stepped back two feet. Taking a ribbon of silk in each hand, she tugged open the bow between her breasts. The diaphanous material skimmed down her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her in the tiny thong.

Nick rubbed his cock. “Come here.” The logs on the fire crackled. Heat engulfed the room, but nothing like the flames of desire licking his body from within.

“For my present?” Jessica bridged the gap and dropped to her knees. She stared up at him with wide eyes as her fingers worked the zipper on his now snug pants.

“Jessica.” He groaned as she reached into his trousers and removed his cock. Nick thrust his fingers into her hair when she nuzzled the engorged flesh. “Take me in your mouth, love.”

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants.

“No love. Like this.” He released her hair and stilled her movements. “You look beautiful on your knees.”

Jessica cupped his balls as she kissed the crown of his dick, lapping the come from the tip. She encased him in her mouth and hummed, the vibration going straight from his penis to deep in his belly. Love and lust flooded his body and tightened in his balls. His head lolled on his shoulders. Her tongue curled around the tip of his cock, swathing him in her liquid heat.

“Jess.” He pistoned his hips, fucking her mouth and teetering on the edge of oblivion. He swayed on his feet. “Too much, sweets, but damn it feels good.”



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Blissemas and Flash Fiction!

For my day of Blissemas, I thought I'd share a fun piece of sexy flash fiction. I love giving the Blissemas girl a story and this years scorches! Enjoy! Oh, and don't forget to comment. If you do, you're entered in the hat for the Kindle!!

Now about that flash fiction...

Nixie Claus sat in Nick’s chair. Soon he’d be home. She crossed her legs, then re-crossed them and admired her boots. Santa had been good to her that year.

Footsteps clomped on the floor and a shaft of light stretched across the floor. “Nix?” The steps grew louder and the light disappeared. “Honey?”

Nick strode through his office door. Snow tumbled to his feet and his hat slid from his head. He dropped the thick red bag and shrugged out of his coat.

“You’ll never believe the night I had.” He shook his head, his salt and pepper colored hair fluffed from the hat. “Three dog bites, a thousand cookies offered, two bottles of aspirin and fourteen hundred kids who waited up for me.”

Nixie propped her boot-clad feet on the desk. “I see.”

“Don’t they know not to wait up?” Nick finally looked at her. His lips parted a fraction of an inch and he gasped. “Please tell me you’ve waited up for Santa with a present.”

“Oh, I did.” She stroked the length of his desktop with her gloved fingers. “But Santa never told me which list I made. Last I knew I was on the perpetual naughty list.” She stood and finger combed her hair, then sauntered across the room to where he stood. “Santa, Baby?”

He palmed her bare bottom and groaned. “Need to get out of this suit.”

“Me?” She stepped backwards and wriggled her ass. “I’m not wearing a suit.”

“And I love it.” He threaded his fingers with hers and led her to the desk. “I believe you asked for a Smutty Christmas. One with sex on my desk, sex under the tree and sex in the moonlight.” He turned on the Christmas tree lamp, bathing his desktop in colored lights. Moonlight streamed in through the window behind the desk. “Will this do?”

He shucked his pants and boxers, leaving himself naked, save for his boots. “Now we match.”

“Uh-huh.” Nixie took over and eased Nick onto the desk top. With both hands, she stroked his burgeoning erection, then licked the blunt head of his cock.

“Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, you are good.” He drew in a long breath and rocked his hips, fucking her fingers. “Don’t tease me, Sweets. Climb on for a ride.”

She cocked her brow, then crawled onto his lap. Nick smoothed his hands up her sides to her breasts and pinched. The white hot jolt of pleasure-pain ricocheted to her core. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and leaned into his grasp.

“Nice.” He sat up enough to scoot back farther on the desk, then met her for a kiss. “Ride me,” he commanded between kisses.

Nixie balanced on her knees and sank down on his erection. They’d made love that morning, but nothing felt as good as Christmas morning sex. She rocked back and forth on his cock, stroking herself from within on him.

“Oh yeah.” Nick clutched her hips and drove up into her, his dick rubbing every sensitive spot in her pussy.  “This won’t last, love.”

“Don’t want it to.” She trailed her fingernails down his chest. “So close.”

“Come with me, babe.” Nick filled her womb with seed and groaned.

Nixie embraced the climax and shuddered. From her head to her toes, warmth enveloped her. She settled on his chest and snuggled. “Best yet.”

“Yep.” Nick didn’t say anything else for a long moment, just stroked her back and held her close. “You know—the only way to make this absolutely perfect, would be having the fire place on.”

“And you dropped your coat by the door.” Nixie curled tighter against him. “Merry Christmas Santa. Did you get what you wanted?”

“I’ve got you. Best present ever. Merry Christmas love.”

 ~~~~~

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Inspired by Joe

I’d seen this photo more than a couple of times in a couple of different places. I’d mentioned to my BFF/Crit partner that it would be a good picture for ‘visual inspiration’. Boy were we both right! For my contribution to the Inspired by Joe Blog Hop, Joe’s name is Stephen and he’s a naughty photography subject. Read on!

Shannon adjusted the lens on her camera and scratched the wispy hairs at the back of her neck. This had better be worth it. The model still hadn’t emerged from the dressing room. She rolled her eyes and tapped her foot.

“Not out yet?” Professor Sinclair said from over her shoulder.

Shannon suppressed the whimper. Professor Dreamy aka Sinclair could talk to her any day. One word spoke in his gravelly tone and every cell in her body quivered. She’d taken all the course offerings he taught, even when her fine arts degree didn’t call for so many photography classes.

“Children.” He squeezed her shoulder. “I’m glad you were on time. You were the only person I had in mind for this shoot.”

She blew out a long breath and fanned herself. The heat from the greenhouse hadn’t gotten to her. Nope. His words rattled her to her core. Only person in mind? Her heart leapt. Maybe all her time slaving in the photography labs had paid off. Maybe.

“He got here half an hour late and claimed he needed food before he could work, Professor.” Her voice cracked. Damn. Way to sound professional.

“He did, eh?” Sinclair stood shoulder to shoulder with her. “And call me Stephen. You’re my co-worker, not my student.”

She gripped the handle on the tripod to keep from stepping away from him. Steven winked and a slow smile curled the corner of his mouth. He leaned in close. “if I didn’t think you could do this, I wouldn’t have suggested you.”

The model, a twenty-something grad student with lanky hair and an equally lanky build ambled out of the dressing tent at that moment. She gritted her teeth—happy the model emerged and a little disappointed. The shoot called for a work man. Someone a little dirty, with muscles in all the right places. This person wasn’t going to work. Not only did he look too thin, but even if she mussed his hair, he wouldn’t have the rough-hewn work look she needed.

“He looks like a damned kid.” Stephen stomped across the path and yanked the curtain on the tent aside. “Who hired this model?”

Someone inside the tent spoke, but Shannon couldn’t make out the words.

“I said working man. I wanted tough. Shannon and I can’t work with him. Too thin.” Stephen folded his arms, bunching the muscle beneath his dress shirt. She’d forgotten how ripped he was. Her mouth watered. Every hour he spent at the gym became glaringly, deliciously obvious.

He raked his fingers through his rumpled hair. “Why do you do this to me?”

A blonde pushed out of the tent and rubbed against him. “I can do this shoot. You know I can. You loved me once.”

“Calista, this wasn’t your call. Go.” His brows knotted and lines formed on his forehead. “No more. Excuse me, what’s your name? Kyle? Thanks. You’ve done enough. Have Eunice in HR schedule you for a modeling session for my 202 class.”

Shannon turned away from the scene. So they hadn’t actually had any kind of thing between them. So she’d never told him she had feelings beyond the professor-former student fashion. So she hadn’t imagined in her wildest dreams that he had a life beyond the school. How...foolish.

“I’m sorry you saw that.” Stephen stopped somewhere behind her. “This got so fucked up so fast.”

Shannon shrugged. “Crap happens.”

He turned her around to face him. “Crap? You can swear. I won’t dock you.” The chuckle bubbling in his throat turned to full belly laughter. “I forgot what it sounds like when people don’t swear.”

She didn’t see the humor in her embarrassment. She stared at the packed dirt floor of the green house, unsure of anything to say.

Stephen’s laughter subsided. “What’s wrong, Shannie?”

Shannie. Great. He had a name for her. She shook her head. “This is nuts.”

“Hey.” He cupped her jaw, forcing her to look in his eyes. “Whatever you think is going on with Calista, isn’t. Yeah, we dated but I can’t handle a drama queen. She’s more trouble than meets the eye.” He closed the gap between them. “I asked you to help me do this shoot because I wanted to spend time with you. Professionally and off the clock. Shannie, we’ve got something good between us. I want to see where it’s going.”

Well that was a revelation she hadn’t seen coming. She swayed on her feet and rubbed her temples.

“You’re not gonna pass out on me or something, are you?” He wrapped one arm around her. “Are you okay?”

“Just shocked.” She shoved a lock of his hair from his forehead. She had to say something else. Had to be smooth. “Why don’t you model?” Not quite the smooth she was looking for.

“I come on to you, tell you I want to see you after the shoot and you want me to model?” The smile returned to his mouth and he tipped his head. “I never know what to expect from you and I love it.” He nodded and the serious expression returned to his face. “I’m going to trust you on this. Tell me what you see for this catalogue cover.”

Shannon stepped out of his embrace and dipped her fingers into the pot of black grease paint. “Take off your shirt.”

He crooked one brow and unfastened the buttons one at a time. “If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working.” He shrugged out of the dress shirt. “Now what?”

The heat between her thighs spread throughout her body. She’d seen him in t-shirts, but nothing beat seeing him in the tank top. She streaked a bit of the tacky paint over his brow and cheek, then rubbed a bit into his bicep. The heated temps in the green house created a sheen of perspiration on his skin. She stepped back to assess her work. Stephen stared at her with a slow burn in his eyes.

“If I can capture that look,” she darted behind her camera and dropped the camera height to about a foot off the ground, “the cover will rock. Get down onto your stomach and rest on your elbows.”

She focused on his prone body. The same sweltering look simmered in his eyes as he leaned forward. His muscles bunched and rippled.

“Sex on film,” she mumbled. She snapped ten shots of his pose. “Raise up a little.” She came out from behind the camera and ruffled his hair. “That’s better.”

“I meant what I said,” He rolled onto his side and touched her cheek. “I want to see you once this is done. We’ll get a beer and hang out...watch a movie...anything you want. I’m yours.” He scooted close to her. His breath tickled her skin as his mouth met hers.

The world spun and faded away around them. Stephen tasted like mint and sex. She broke the kiss first and touched her tingling lips.

“Pretty intense for me, too.” He smoothed a loose lock of her hair between his fingers. “What’s next?”

She traced her finger over his lips. “You pose. I take a couple more shots. Then we clean you up.”

“I love you how you think.”

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Flash Fiction over at DC McMillen's!

I'm guesting over at DC McMillen's today. Now I gotta tell you, I had a BLAST writing the flash fiction challenge. The picture was a riot. So why don't you pop over there and check it out! Don't forget to comment on the hops, too. You can win some great prizes! :-)

BlisseKiss!!

And I'm taking part. My Flash Fiction He Can't Quit Her is up over at BlisseKiss. Check it out! And Keep your eyes peeled for Feb 12th. The Big BlisseKiss Event takes place!

Blissemas and a Hot Holiday Bit of Flash Fiction with Wendi Zwaduk!

First, I want to thank Victoria Blisse for the opportunity to take part in Blissemas. Talk about being in the company of some fantastic authors! This is a fabulous group. Now it's my turn to celebrate Blissemas and when I sat down to plan out what I'd write about, well, it was a tad daunting. Don't write about what someone else did, don't reuse your own ideas, make it exciting, make it interesting. Was I feeling a little overwhelmed?

A little.


But the more I thought about it, the more I kept looking at the girly pic Miss Victoria sent out for promo. Can I just say she's a snazzy looking chick? Good, because I will. The more I looked at her, I thought, you know, she needs a bit of Flash Fiction. And it better be spicy because she just strikes me as a spicy girl.

Here goes....

Crissy fluffed the fur on the edge of her hat and finger-combed her hair. The glitter on her cheeks and eyebrows sparkled in the fire light. The corset fit just right and accentuated the girls to a tee. She rolled her hips and popped a pose. If the naughty look didn't work for him, tough. She loved the way the crushed velvet and faux fur made her feel sexy.

Merry Christmas to me.

"Crissy?"

Her heart fluttered and cream slickened her thong. Her Christmas wish had come true. She didn't have to turn around or peek into the mirror to know who stood behind her.

"Klaus." She leaned back into his taut chest. The spicy scent of his cologne wrapped around her. Her pussy clenched. Being good all year sucked, but having him for the reward was totally worth it.

"I've missed you," he purred. His breath tickled her neck and sizzled all along her nerve endings. "You've been a very good girl this year." Klaus yanked the collar of her robe aside, exposing more of her skin. He licked a path of fire starting at her earlobe, down the back of her neck, ending in a rough kiss on her shoulder. "I don't want a good girl."

Perfect. Crissy turned around in his arms and shrugged out of the robe. The silky fabric pooled at her booted feet. "I don't want to be a good girl."

A thick lock of his dark hair swept across his brow as he stepped forward. "Oh baby, better than I could've imagined." He thrust his fingers into her hair and captured her mouth in a feral kiss. With one hand still in her hair, he smoothed his fingers down her bare arm, down to her ass.

Crissy sighed and ground against him. She gripped his coat, yanking the zipper down. Klaus stilled her hands. “No, love. Let me. This is your Christmas wish.”

Arms still around him, Crissy allowed Klaus to walk her backwards towards the bed. The backs of her knees bumped the mattress. Blood thumped in her veins. This wasn’t exactly what she had expected, but hell, he was there. Who was she to complain?

Klaus dropped to his knees and nuzzled her belly. “You smell like sugar cookies.” He worked the buckle on her belt and dropped the accessory to the floor. Her breathing hitched as he bit the bottom button off her corset. Part of her wanted him to just hurry up. Part of her wanted him to go as slow as he could. She shivered as he popped another button on her corset.

Klaus glanced up and smiled. “Antsy?”

She nodded, unable to form actual words.

“Then I’m making your wish come true.” He flicked open the last button and opened the plush fabric. The rush of cool air kissed her nipples. She squeezed her thighs together to stave off her rising need for him.

Klaus nuzzled her inner thigh, then tugged her down onto the mattress. She plopped down with a squeak. “Oh!”

A grin spread on his lips. “The blush on your cheeks matches the color of your boots.” Klaus pushed between her thighs and cupped her breast. He pressed his face into the vee of her cleavage and hummed. She threaded her fingers into his thick hair, holding him to her. Leaving a trail of nips and hard kisses in his wake, he moved down to the hem of her thong. Klaus hooked his fingers in the elastic and yanked. Hard. The delicate fabric tore under his touch. Instead of moving the fabric, he left the remnants of the thong in place.

“Klaus.” His name came out so breathy, she hardly recognized her own voice. “Please.” Damn. She sounded needy. Trust Klaus to know how to break her resistance.

He chuckled and pulled away from her. “Lay down.”

Crissy did as told and grasped her hat. Might as well move it before it got crushed or worse. Klaus swooped in over her, placing his hand on hers. “No. I like it right where it is.”

Instead of moving off of her, he wriggled his hips. His cock slid over the slickness between her legs. The thrum of his pulse beat against her clit. Her legs quivered as the orgasm built low in her belly. Damn. They hadn’t even had sex yet. Klaus smoothed a hand between their bodies and dragged the destroyed thong across her nether lips. She closed her eyes and raked her nails down his back. She’d never last.

“Yes, babe.” Klaus arched up and thrust into her in one slick motion. “You’ll last and love it.”

Once, twice, three times, he slammed into her body. Crissy whimpered. “Too much.”

Klaus withdrew and slid his palms up and down her inner thighs, slowly bringing her to the edge of the bed. “What do you want, Crissy? Tell me.”

“You. In. Me.” Crissy wrapped her legs around his torso. “Need you.”

The grin returned to his lips. “That’s my girl.” He entered her once again, but this time he lingered. Klaus stroked her boot-clad leg and moved within her pussy just enough to build friction. She needed him. Needed him right now. Crissy bucked her hips, encouraging him to go faster.

Grasping her upper thighs, Klaus increased his movements. His balls slapped against her asshole, adding pinpricks of delight to the already heated moment. Crissy fisted the bed sheets and gritted her teeth. So close. So, so close. She opened her eyes, not wanting to miss the look in his eyes when she came. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“Fuck, yes.” Klaus collapsed down on top of her and rammed her hard against the bed. His ragged breaths tickled her skin. “Mine,” he murmured. “All mine.”

Boneless, Crissy snuggled beneath him. She stroked his head and smoothed a lock of his hair between her fingers. The afterglow of the orgasm dimmed. Her true wish wasn’t just to have him for one night, but she’d been naughty through the year. She forced herself to remain calm. “How long until you have to leave?”

Klaus withdrew and stood. “How long do you want me to stay?” He helped her to her feet and turned back the blankets on the bed. “Climb in.”

“No.” Crissy folded her arms. “Every year you go away and I’m alone.” All the emotions she’d tamped down for the year came out in a flood. “I want you here always.”

“What was your wish, love?” Klaus sat down on the edge of the bed and tugged her into his arms. “Tell me.”

“To have you every day, not just Christmas day.” She refused to look him in the eye. Refused to let her heart and her hopes rise.

“Crissy. Look at me.” He rested his forehead against her temple and rubbed his nose on her cheek. “Always my stubborn girl.” He sighed. “Then it’s good I have a lifetime to love you and break you of your habits.”

Lifetime? Break... He’d be there forever. Crissy threw her arms around his neck. “I got my wish?”

“I couldn’t stay away from my wife any longer. I passed the torch to the next Santa Claus.” Klaus kissed her, laving his tongue over her bottom lip. “The Kringles, together at last?”

She squeezed him tight. “Together forever.”

I hope you enjoyed the bit of flash fiction Christmas-style. I had a great time writing it. I'd like to thank Victoria and the others taking part in Blissemas. This has truly been a blast. And if you want to enter to win the Kindle, all you have to do is leave a comment. Remember, the more you comment, the better your chances.

Happy Christms everyone!

Introducing Megan Slayer!

A close friend of mine stopped by for a visit. She's new in the publishing world and though she acts shy, she's not by far. She's written since childhood and likes to explore the dark and the mysterious... oh, and the erotic. I've known her for years. I know you'll find her work a treat. She's willing to explore recesses I'm too chicken to deal in. But that's what makes us friends.

I thought I'd share a piece of her flash fiction, yes, Mistress.

Warning: Contains strong language, horny vampires, a sultry Dom, and hints of hot sex.

Raven stood in the throng of Goth dancers and licked her lips. The crowd swayed around her, caught up in the lullaby of the heavy music. She smiled. In spectacular performance mode, her guys rocked the house. Oh sure, she liked their music, but she held something more precious.

“I could fuck him all the way to Texas,” a slip of a teen next to her shouted above the music.

“I have.” All of them. Dear Goddess, the members of Vicious Circle could do more for one woman than her wildest dreams. And all she had to do was nod.

The girl crooked her brow and snapped, “Whatever.”

Before the last song ended, Raven edged through the sweaty swarm. The music surged in her soul, but it wasn’t enough. She needed them. Once she strode into the dressing room, she shed the silky black tunic. When they showed up, clothing wasn’t important.

The sound of their voices echoed in the hallway. Her nipples pebbled and her mouth watered. After she removed the carved bamboo sticks from her hair, the soft tresses skimmed her shoulders.

Behind her, the door opened. She peeked over her shoulder, more to tease them, than to see them.

“Mistress.”

Gerard, Aidan, Stephen, and Collin might command attention on the stage, but in the back room, bus, bedroom... she ruled.

Raven snapped her fingers. “I know you want to touch me. Close the door.”

When she turned, the metal door clicked. All four men dropped to their knees. Gerard, to her left, groaned. She tipped his chin with her index finger. “What my love? Speak.”

Without tearing his gaze from hers, he replied. “You wore the boots, Mistress.”

“I did.” She opened her hand. “Come here.”

While the other three remained on their knees, Gerard stood yet said nothing.

“You played well tonight.” As she spoke, she smoothed her hands over his torso. The muscles tightened under her touch. “You deserve a reward.” When her attention slipped to his cock, an involuntary groan ripped from his throat. “You want my touch?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I shall take you, but you cannot come until commanded.”

A rivulet of sweat trickled from his temple. “Yes, Mistress.”

“I want you all to stand.” She snapped her fingers. “Gerard, drop your leathers.”

With the flick of his wrist, he shoved his pants down past his sculpted calves. His cock, long and thick pointed to her like a beacon. Still, his gaze never left hers.

“Unzip me.” As Gerard brought the pull down between her breasts, he revealed her body inch by inch. The cool air caressed her fevered skin. She held open her arms. “Stephen, Aidan, touch me.”

Two sets of hands roamed her naked flesh. Gerard’s lips parted a fraction of an inch. Ah, her voyeur. She’d reward him soon. She dropped her hands and ran a long finger over her silken cleft. Nice and slick.

“Collin, have a taste. I won’t neglect you.”

The blue-eyed vampire strode forward and took her middle finger into his mouth. Gerard groaned. The tip of his cock glistened.

Just right.

“Gerard, sit down on the couch.” Raven pointed to the leather sofa and turned her attention to Stephen, Aidan, and Collin. “I’m going to fuck him. I want you to touch me so we can come together.”

As the three men guided her to the couch, Gerard lay across the buttery soft cushions. Raven stroked his engorged member, drawing a low rumble from his chest. She sank down on his cock, eliciting her own groan. “Now, we play.”



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