Beauty and the Beast (abandoned)

I wasn't going to share this because I was a little embarrassed at it's brutality and how it turned me on. Partly from reading Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty, which I was disappointed in. Far too little humiliation and sex. Anyway, here it is.

The prince is cursed not to leave his castle until he can tame one Beauty into submission for only him. So he sends for whores from the nearby towns, all of whom are willing to do whatever he wants. Until Belle arrives on the scene...


"Dress her for a meal," Beast commanded his servant.

Belle shook her head. "I won't eat with you."

"You will. And you will dress as I command you." Two female servants followed her into the room he’d designated as hers.

"Are you sure you should start tonight?" his trusted valet said.

"She is the first visitor since winter. And she has been only contrary to me." There was a slight thrill of the challenge, but also anxiety that she may not be broken easily.

"And there isn't much time left."

No, there wasn't much time left. He didn't really want to think about it any longer. "Yes tonight we must begin. She cannot be given time to know any other part of me. Only that I am dominating."

"His Highness is correct. As always."

See, there it was. Differing to him without questioning. His task was to take one whose spirit disagreed with him and make her submit to him. Fully. A curse cast upon him by one who saw everyone deferred to him without question. Part of the curse was that he could not leave his castle and if he did not fulfill the curse by his 21st birthday, he would never leave again.

"Yes, I am correct." Hellfire, it was annoying to always be reminded of that. "Go and make sure supper is being made properly."

"Yes Sire." His valet bowed and exited. Beast retired to his own room to ready himself for the meal.


Belle was dressed for supper by two servants. Or undressed. They took her clothes, which were dirty anyway. She was bathed and dried and then made up.

Her eyes were lined with black, her lips and breasts tinged with rouge. The hair between her legs was trimmed and groomed. "Naked? He wants to eat with me naked?"

"Those were his instructions," the taller servant said.

"He said that if you don't come down, he will come and throw you over his shoulder."

"I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I will eat naked with him and he can touch me again if he chooses, and I'll show him it won't affect me."

The servants shared a look, but said nothing. Belle tossed her hair over squared shoulder and raised her chin a little. She would endure this until her Madam could find her again.

She followed the servants downstairs, ignoring the inquiring eyes. Admiring eyes.

She stood in the doorway of the great dining room. It was once host to grand dinner parties. People didn't come to the castle any more.

"Ah, the Belle Dame comes to serve."

Serve? That got a look. She met his eyes.

"You thought to eat with me. You are but a whore. Aren't you used to serving men?"

She raised her chin again. "Yes, Sire, most of my life has been to serve men between my legs."

"You will not serve me between your legs. You will serve me as I wish. And I will touch you, bring pleasure to you, but I will not place my cock between your legs until I'm convinced it's what you want. Until you beg me."

His voice was low and almost threatening. And at the same time, it thrilled her deep inside. He could bring her great pleasure and she to him. If that is what she wanted to do.

"You are used to having women beg to have you between their legs, Sire." She spat out his title.

"You are used to men wanting to be between yours," he retorted. He turned his gaze to a butler standing near the table.

SERVING SUPPER AND EATING ON THE FLOOR?

He slipped a collar around her neck. She realized it was attached to a lead. He stood and pulled her down a hallway. She didn't have time to get to her feet so she crawled after him.

They stopped in a new room filled with a bed, a lounge, chains hung from the ceiling in two places, from the wall in others. Hanging on the wall was a row of paddles, whips, and canes of varying sizes.

"I've had my servants scurrying all afternoon to ready this for you, my darling. Stand up and feast your eyes."

She hoped that her surprise was not evident. He planned to force her with pain into gratitude that he'd chosen her. Belle had heard of whores who enjoyed pain as much as pleasure. Those who found the bite of a whip to be arousing. She'd never had the inclination.

"We won't spend much time in here yet," he said. He pulled her forward until they stood in front of the lounge. He sat there and turned her, face down, onto his lap. He held her lead tight with one hand to keep her from moving too far. With his other he spanked her bare ass hard enough to make a smacking echo reverberate around the room.

"This is for speaking back to me in the dining room." She bit her bottom lip to keep from giving him the pleasure of crying out.

It seemed to spur his anger deeper. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He moved to roll off the other side, but found that he still held the lead. He tied it to the post.

"You will find yourself bound wherever you go, sweet slut." He slapped her cheek lightly and then ran his hand down to her breast. He weighted them in his hands, caressing the nipples gently with his thumbs.

But, then he grabbed her nipples tightly between thumbs and fingers. He twisted until her mouth opened and cried out, "Oh."

"Was that in arousal?" he asked, holding in the tight twist. He watched her face with a slight smile, until there were tears in her eyes. He let go then and she was relieved. But only for a brief moment, he raised himself to kneel over her body.

Belle was going to protest this. He said he would not fuck her. She realized he was still wearing his pants.

He slapped her breasts back and forth, watching them jiggle; as if they were his personal play things. He twisted her left breast again with a hand and then bent and bit into her tight nipple.

Despite, the pain, she felt a growing throb between her legs. From the soft lips hidden within, she felt the hair between her legs start to drip with moisture. Her body tried to rub her thighs together covertly.

He caught it right away and sat up. He parted her legs and kneeled between them. "Do you like this play? You swore you would not, little whore." He held her legs apart and pushed his nose into the space between. "I can smell that you do. Your cunt cannot lie."

He combed through the soft hair to the soft mound of her sex. He slid his finger along the slit. She was slippery, waiting, wanting something to drive into her. He would not give her that satisfaction. She could not ask for it.

He parted the tender lips and grasped the buried nub and pinched. She cried out, her body arching off the bed. "Please, stop." She gasped. Her eyes filled with tears, but her cries caused him to pull the nub outward.

He bent his head to her chest. In contrasting sensations, he suckled a breast. It still stung from his earlier twisting and biting, but his tongue bathing her, sent her over the edge.

She shattered under his hand; her entire body shaking with climax.

"Damn, damn, damn," he muttered, sitting up and pushing his hair back from his face. "That was supposed to last much longer before I let you come like that."

He started untying the lead from the bedpost. He continued talking, but she was unsure if it was to himself to her. "You weren't supposed to come like that. You were supposed to gain permission for that. I suppose you'll just have to be punished."

He turned her over his knee again and spanked her until her ass cheeks felt swollen. She managed to keep herself from crying out.

He tied her to the post again and then went to the door. "Untie her and take her to her room. I don't need to tell you not to touch her." A man hustled inside to do his bidding. Beast paced for a moment. "Send Marisol to my room."

He didn't even notice when he pushed past Belle and the footman who was leading her. The footman informed a second footman of King's wishes for Marisol.

Belle supposed, on the way to her room, that he had a need for releasing his seed. Something he'd promised to not let Belle fulfill. She was happy for that, if annoyed with her own body for releasing in its own way. Especially in the face of such abuse.

Third time's the charm

Chantal didn't know how he'd managed to back stage. But he grabbed her as she came off-stage and pushed her against a wall. She'd panicked at first, going into fight mode. But then the familiar feel of his hand on her neck and the way he smelled changed her fight to get away into a fight to see his face.

"Relax, my little slut," he said into her ear. She got a quick huff of air before he kissed her violently. His tongue stabbed into her mouth. His lips were rough. Stubble scraped her cheeks and chin. He tasted of whiskey.

In a moment Chantal went from resisting him to compliant. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. It was a bad idea, but she'd hate herself for it later. Tomorrow probably when she crawled from his bed and back home.

He let go of her and propelled her to her dressing room. He closed the door behind them. He picked up a glass on her dressing table filled with an amber substance. She sat down in front of her table and looked at him in the mirror. He stood behind her, staring at her reflection with his grey eyes. Smoldering. It must be the light, people didn't have grey eyes nor smoldering ones. His suit was cut for his body and she knew the feel and taste of the skin that was underneath.


"Do you ever kick back and wear sweats?" she asked. She hoped he hadn't seen her vulnerability to him.

"You'd have to stick around the house longer than 14 hours to find out," he retorted and put his hand on her shoulder. "Do you want to change? Lila is waiting." He caressed the back of her cheek with his hand and smiled at her.

She lifted her hand and wrapped her hands around his glass. Surprised, he let it go and she swallowed it. "Thank you."

His eyes narrowed and he grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and pulled her head backwards so she was looking up at him. "That's 5," he said.

What the hell? She looked past his face to the roof, pretending not to care.

His voice was low. "Five strokes of my cane." He let go of her hair and stepped back. "Well, perhaps that's a bit much to start with. Maybe just a flogger."

Chantal didn't reply. She leaned forward and grabbed a brush out of her make up kit.

"What no arguments?"

"What's the point? You will just insist on be domineering and I'll insist that you're an asshole."

He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed until she winced. "You like when I dominate you. And you like fucking me. I don't know why you deny either."

She tossed her head. "I am not your slave. In or out of bed."

He retrieved his glass from her and refilled it. "Just my slut so far."

"That happened only twice and it won't happen again."

"You'll disappoint Lila so much. She was looking forward to seeing you again." He rolled the liquid around his glass.

That peaked Chantal's interest. "She's back? She wants to see me." She leaned in toward him.

He nodded. "You want to talk to her?" He pulled out his cell phone.

"That's fine. I'd like to see her too" She pulled up so her back was straight. "But, not for the reasons you think."

He shrugged. His eyes locked to hers and he pulled her swept her hair from the right side of her neck. He bent his head and kissed just below her earlobe and then slowly with kisses and small licks, he moved down her neck until she was shivering. He blew on the trail of skin he had just warmed and she felt aflutter down to her toes.

"Admit it," he commanded softly into her ear and then he did the same motions on the nape of her neck. He paused with his mouth over her left ear. "Tell me you want to give in." This time he let his teeth scrape against her neck gently until she found she was rubbing her thighs together like a school girl. As he teased her delicate skin with his mouth, he brought his hands around and cupped her breasts. Even through the material of her dress, which wasn't much anyway, lace and a thin layer of cotton, his hands were hot and deft.

His breath was hot on her ear. "Tell me you'll give in tonight. That you want me."

"Yes," she whispered.

"You want to be my slut."

"I'm already your slut," she replied. She was rewarded with his tongue tracing her earlobe and she groaned, sinking into her chair. He pulled her up with his hand still rubbing her breasts, teasing her nipples.

"You want to be my slave." He let a hand slide down and lift her skirt. He hovered over the thin material that covered her cunt. She watched his hand, not quite touching and she ached to stretch into it, but he held her. "Say it, Chantal."

Maybe it was her name that broke her. "I want to be your Slave."

"Sir."

"I want to be your slave, Sir."

He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back in the chair to look straight up at him. "Good girl. You'll learn to be a good Slave in time." He kissed her hard, his tongue jabbing at her, his lips tearing at hers.

There was something in that last comment she should protest, but she couldn't figure out what it was in her lust induced haze.

"Stand up now." She forced her legs to propel her. "That's a good girl." He patted her ass. "Lila's waiting in the car on the street for us." He kept his hand in her hair as he moved her to the door, but then he pulled her to a stop. "From now on you'll refer to me as Sir or Master. And Lila will be Mistress. IS that clear?" She nodded, but he growled into her ear, "Say it."

"Lila is Mistress and you are Master."

He nodded. "Don't look so scared. We'll figure it out as we go. Lila will be a good teacher on how to be submissive." Before he opened the door, he pressed his hand at the juncture between her thighs and rubbed her clit through her thong. He stopped gripping her by the hair before he opened the door. Instead he held an inch of skin between his thumb and forefinger and he squeezed.

Out through the side door of the club they went without encountering anyone. "This is where you tried to pick up those guys, in an effort to avoid me," he reminded her.

It had only been three weeks ago. It wasn't forgotten yet so she just nodded. "Yes sir."

Lila had the car waiting as promised. William opened the backdoor and pushed Chantal inside and then got in beside her. "Here she is as promised my love," William said to Lila.

"There she is. Looking beautiful as ever. I only wish I hadn't had to wait nearly a month."

"I told you my reasons. If we went too soon she'd resist, this way she had time to miss us both." He sounded like he were talking to a child. "Even if not, you aren't to question my decisions. Drive us home."

Chantal lay her head against the seat and remained silent and still for the moment.

Lila jabbered on for a few moments and Chantal answered glibly back. Her body was humming with the awareness of William's body next to hers.

His body touched her from thigh to shoulder. His fingers ran up and down the inside of her thigh, each time pulling the skirt up further. He sighed a little and then stopped moving.

Then his fingers were pressing against the crotch of her satin panties. "You've wet yourself already." He tsked.

Chantal curled her lips. Who did that? And then her mind was wholly distracted by his finger pressing against her clit through the silky material. His thumb made the smallest movements, mostly it was just pressure. Slow and steady on her clit.

Her entire lower body clenched in anticipation, in heated passionate desire. Pure lust. The pressure continued there until they reached his home once again. Chantal was shaking. Her body so close to orgasm, to screaming climax. But every time she thought she was going to he stopped moving and just pushed and her body refused to come. Chantal felt like screaming herself as her nerves were stretched to their limits. Ready to pop.

As Lila parked the car, William withdrew. "Lila, you'll have to help our slut out of the car. I don't believe she can walk on her own." He opened his door and got out, closing it behind him.

Chantal was panting as Lila opened the door and climbed in. She patted Chantal's leg. "There there, darling. He does so enjoy the lead up. Trust me once you get used to the anticipation, the orgasms are amazing. Amazing."

"I feel like I'm going to cry. Or pass out."

"You can't do either. Come on now." She hauled Chantal out of the car. Chantal leaned on Lila's shoulder and let herself be helped into the house. Down the nearly familiar halls, into the bedroom. His room.

Maybe if I'm good ....

He was standing by the wall one moment laughing. The next he had reached out and grabbed me and pressed me against the same spot. It was still warm from where he had touched. Perhaps I just imagined that part.

His lips were rough and demanding over mine. His body formed a cage around me. His hands by my shoulders. His hips pressing into mine. His stance widened, his legs framed mine.

As if he would stop me if I moved. As if I would try to get away from his kiss, as rough as it was.

I wouldn't dare pull away. He knew it as well as I. He held me for a different reason, I realized as his hands slide down my body and lifted my short skirt. I might have protested but his tongue swirling in my mouth left me distracted.

My panties went down my legs. He let them drop to the ground. And then the kiss slowed. His body removed. I lifted my hand and wiped my mouth with my fingers. My gaze softened and I could barely focus on him as he grinned at me.

I bent, trying to be ladylike, and pulled the elastic lace around my shoes. Standing, I held them on one finger, an offering. "You wanted them," I said, when he didn't move. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he grinned at me. I watched his arm raise, his fingers spread then collapse around the thin material. My eyes refocused by the time he was stuffing it into his pocket.

Wrapping his arm around me, he turned us toward the pathway through the park. I wondered if anyone had stopped to watch the show we'd been putting on, but no one seemed to be staring. "Where to?" I asked.

"I thought we'd find some place where I could fuck you."

Well then.

We walked on. He dropped his hand from my shoulder to my waist, caressing the bare skin that showed with each sway of my hips.

Over a small bridge and then down beside it. He pushed me against one of the cement pillars. It was cold on my bare skin. I shivered from the anticipation.

Then I recalled that we were in public. I looked frantically as far left and right as I could. There wasn't much to be seen, a few feet of walking paths which were fairly empty. But, I was certain someone would see us. I wanted to protest and opened my mouth to do so.

Only to be cut off with another rough kiss. He pulled away and placed a finger against my lips. "Don't even think about arguing." With one hand he pressed it between my thighs. I was dripping wet. "Slut," he added as an afterthought. "Say one word and I won't touch you here again today." He pressed his finger deep inside my body and then pulled it out slowly.

I nodded. He smiled and kissed me softly this time. His fingers started pulling up my skirt. I closed my eyes and rested against the cement pillar. I heard his belt buckle clatter and the soft thud of his pants falling. "Up on your toes," he murmured into my ear as he pressed his body back into mine. I stretched as high as I could and he bent his legs a little. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. His hand between my legs guided his hard cock. And then my pussy was full of him.

"So wet little slut," he muttered and then began fucking me in earnest. I opened my eyes and looked around. The sensations of the cool cement and his hot skin against mine, and the excitement of fucking in secret began to work it's magic on my pussy. And then it was over.

My body was left cold by his absence, but still humming with unfulfilled promises. I let go of my lip and pulled my skirt down watching him refasten his pants.

Maybe if I was a good girl I'd get an orgasm later, I decided with a sigh as I followed him back to the path.

Author's note: I can see that it is the situation that turns me on more than the actual sex. Once there's penetration I lose interest.

S.E.X Part Two

He took in her short skirt and tight top. "Did you teach like that?" In his mind, his next move was to pull her skirt up and down her panties and bury his face in her pussy.

"Stay sitting," she said. Her heels clacked as she came around the bed to see what he was watching. Trevor caressed her silken leg, moving up under her skirt. In the next house, the brunette was eating out the blonde, who looked like a screamer.

"Nice show," Claire commented. Her hands worked into his pants and squeezed his cock. She released him from his pants and moved to her knees. "I didn't teach like this. I changed. I didn't know you'd start without me."

Trevor would have answered, but his cock was engulfed by his hot wife's hot mouth. He glanced at the scene across the way. The blond was still on the receiving end of a good lapping and finger plowing- perhaps fisting.

He groaned as Claire swirled her tongue around his cock head. At this rate he wasn't going to last long.

And with that thought he blew his load right into his beautiful wife's mouth. With a smile up at him, she swallowed and wiped her face.

"She's hot isn't she?" Claire asked, sitting back on her heels.

"She invited me to watch." She looked up at him.

"I fucked her before I met you. Once or twice." Several times, maybe frequently, Trevor filled in. That woke his cock up again. That and Claire's nuzzling cheek.

"I can ask her for a threesome." Trevor thought her words on that previously would be a theory in their marriage. Not something she'd try to put into practice.

"Why don't you turn on the light. I want to see what you put on for me. And what is under that." He raised his eyebrows.

As she did that, he look off his pants and boxers. She was all legs and belly and cleavage standing in front of him.

"You are so fucking good to me," he said, getting on his knees before her. He lifted the scarp of material she passed as a skirt. She was not only pantyless she was bare.

He felt his mouth go dry. "When did you-" He couldn't look away.

"Oh, earlier. I planned a surprise. And then I was surprised. I didn't take you for a voyeur."

"I will tell you the story later. Hold your skirt." She took it from his hands. His tongue out he bent to the juncture of her thighs. He slid his tongue along her slit. Then with gentle fingers he revealed her inner lips. Then he began flicking his tongue against her, tasting her sweet essence.

He wiggled his tongue against Claire's clitoris. Her legs trembled, slapping against his head. And, then she pushed him away. "What the-" he started, staring up at her.

"I can't fucking stand up."

"Then I suggest you get your ass on the bed. Spread your legs and open your pussy for me." He slapped her upper thigh. "I am dying to fuck you." Trevor could barely speak. He looked out the window. The brunette had her head between the blonde's thighs again. The same move Trevor had been just giving Clarie. His gaze moved up the blonde's face. She was enjoying it as much it seemed.

"Hey, do I have to give you a show?" Claire demanded. With the blonde? Yes, please!

"Yes, why don't you touch yourself?" He turned from the window. His wife held open her pussy lips with one hand and caressed herself with the other. He followed her fingers from her clit to the promise of a tight hole. She slid her finger in and out, slowly, twice.

Trevor grabbed her hand and sucked on her finger. While he pushed his cock into her. Her body hugged him like a glove.

"You are a slut," he said while he pumped in and out of her. "I love being inside of you."

Claire rocked her hips to urge him faster. "Make me come. On your cock."

He reached down and covered her breasts. He squeezed each handful. Then backed off to pluck each nipple and twist.

"Do that," she panted, "to my clit."

With his thumb and fingers, he grabbed the engorged nub that pushed out from her labia for him to find. He gave it a sharp pull and twisted clockwise.

Claire gave out a sharp cry as she shattered. She bucked hard against him the nights events culminated into a great explosion from deep within him.

He eased away from his wife. "Fuck. Good times, love. Great surprise."

"I second that." She pushed on her elbows to look at him. "I was serious about the threesome."

"I wouldn't say no."

Claire smiled.

He turned and glanced out the window again. The blonde was alone and the lights were dimmed in her room now. She was looking into his bedroom.

Trevor gave her a thumbs up. She gave one in return. "One thing Claire. What is the neighbour's name?"

"Chantal."

S.E.X- Part One

Inspired by S.E.X by Nickelback.

Trevor Walsh leaned back from his computer. He took off his glasses and used his free hand to rub his eyes. As he replaced them, he checked his watch. 9:30, his wife wouldn't be back from teaching her evening class for at least an hour.

He glanced out the window into the dusk settling over the average neighbourhood. His very hot blond neighbour was getting hot and heavy on her front porch. Good for her.

She pulled away from the kiss and opened her front door. Then she happened to glance up and caught him watching.

Before he could look away, she waved. He waved back, hoping he looked suitably embarrassed. She shrugged back at him. Then she waved again. This time it wasn't a hello wave. It was a wave to follow. Her final gesture was a mimic for watch.

Could she really be inviting him to watch? No real harm there. It was like watching porn, just slightly more real.

The other thing was, he pondered as he walked through the house, he wasn't sure he'd be able to see into her bedroom. He'd never really paid attention in the seven months since he'd moved into the house. It had been his wife's house for years and she wasn't willing to move.

He opened the blinds in the bedroom. Sure enough, he could see his neighbour and a dark-haired woman sharing some wine. For the life of him he couldn't recall her name. He stepped back into the shadows and sat on the bed, while he waited for his private peep show to begin.

Through the window, Trevor saw the women set their wine glasses aside. Hands on each other's shoulders, they kissed deeply.

It wasn't a sweet kiss, nor merely passionate. There was no romance between the women. It was a prelude to a good fuck.

The brunette's shirt came off. She was bare chested underneath. The blond plucked her nipples until he could see them standing. As Blondie bent her head to suck and lick, the brunette slid her hands into the first woman's shirt.

The blond removed her own shirt and they reversed roles. The brunette lapped at the breasts, while the blond simply teased with her hands. And turned to look at Trevor. She smiled knowingly at him.

He was finding his pants uncomfortably tight now and they women weren't even in each other's pants yet. He unzipped his pants to give himself some relief. But, he didn't release his cock. Not yet.

As he watched Blondie have her nipples sucked, he noticed her hand slid between her partner's legs through her jeans. Obviously frustrated, two sets of hands fumbled for the brunette's button and zipper. The brunette pushed her own pants down, the blond slipped her hands inside.

They fell onto the bed together. At least it looked like they fell. Trevor laughed out loud. He realized he was rubbing the bulge in his jeans. He shoved his hand inside the front of his pants and grabbed himself.

Across the divide both woman had removed their pants and underwear. They were kissing and hands were groping between legs. His mind filled in the details he couldn't see. Hands combing through trimmed pubic hair, parting sticky lips. Fingers that pressed against clits and delving into those warm, wet depths.

The blond moved her partner into a good spot for Trevor to view the crux of her legs. She winked at him over her shoulder then parked herself between the wide spread legs.

With two fingers, she parted the brunette's vulva. Trevor could almost smell the pussy, as his neighbour buried her face in it. He couldn't see what was going on now, so he focused on the receiver's face. And from the look of things, the blond was good at what she was doing.

Trevor stroked his cock slowly with a soft groan.

He could see the brunette shudder and call out as she came. The blond did not miss a beat as she started fingering her partner with two fingers. At least. He tried to move his head so he could see properly how many she was using.

"There you are," his wife, Claire said.

He turned to see her legs glinting in the light coming from the neighbour's bedroom. He hadn't even heard the front door.

He pulled his hand from his pants and moved to get up. "Hi honey."

Kip and Mandy Excerpt 2

She was laying in bed when Kip kissed her hard on the mouth. "I thought you meant we'd take advantage by getting some sleep," she murmured against his mouth.
"I'd rather take advantage of you." He slid his hand down and squeezed her ample bottom. "There's something I've been wanting to do to you."

Mandy hooked her leg over his, spreading herself for him. "Yeah? You wanna tell me or show me?"

He replied by pressing his mouth of hers, sliding his tongue inside her. Her entire body woke up with a hum. He wiggled her little negligee off her body, leaving it tangled in the sheets. She felt his hard body pressing against hers as he licked at her nipples. They turned to pebbles under his tongue.
He slid down further, spreading her further. He licked at her slick heat, until she was panting, twisting the sheets around her. He came back and reached for the bedside table. They had stopped using condoms a while ago, when she went on the Pill.

He returned with a slick purple vibrator and a bottle of lubricant. Her body trembled in anticipation. He set the vibrator between them, and squeezed some lube on his hand. He rubbed it over his cock and then slipped his hand between her legs, sliding two fingers into her soaking pussy.

A few thrusts left her begging for completion. But, he stopped. His hand came out and he rubbed some more lube on his fingers. His hand didn't stop at her pussy, he moved further back to her ass. With a finger he gently rubbed at the puckered hole.

"You okay with this?" he asked.

"It's not the first time we've ever done this." Her words were coming out in spurts as he massaged.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked again with a flash in his eyes.

She nodded. "Yes." She closed her eyes and let out a groan as his finger slipped inside. "God, yes."

He fingered the tight spot. She felt her muscles tensing and relaxing around his finger, as her body adjusted itself. He inserted a second finger, making sure she was ready.

He leaned over her and whispered into ear. "Can I fuck your tight ass?"

"Yes please," she replied. Her body felt like a taut string about to break. She
turned over cradling his erection against her lower back. He moved her up so he was pressed against her ass. There was a sudden mechanical hum. The vibrator, she recalled, as he reached around with one hand to press it against her clit.

She exploded in orgasm before he even entered her. He waited until the waves subsided and then he pushed gently, slowly into her. Once he was inside he was still, giving them time to adjust to the sensations.

"Please," she whispered. She reached her free arm back to caress his arm. He pressed the vibe harder against her as he started to move inside her.

He groaned behind her with each small movement. His mouth was pressed into the back of her head, as he took her. He muttered small encouragements. "God, you feel so amazing. So tight around me." Mandy closed her eyes and focused on the feelings in her body, the stretch his cock was creating, the hum of the vibrator moving through her entire body. And then she came so hard, she was sure she was seeing stars.

She heard him grunt behind her, the usual sign of his impending orgasm. She was certain she felt the physical force of his come hitting the inside of her body.

Kip and Mandy Excerpt 1

As she went into Kip's bedroom, she felt her heart thud against her ribs. She took a deep breath and closed the door. She could hear the shower already on. She stared at the closed bathroom door for a few moments, trying to settle her nerves. Finally she stripped her clothes off and opened the door.

The room was steamy and she quickly shut it behind her. She ran her hand along the marble counter top, and then across the edge of the jacuzzi. The amount of money Kip had sunk in. It set her a little off balance. She forced those thoughts to the side, as she opened the shower door.

Kip yelped as he spun around. He wiped the water off his face. "Still open?" she asked, her voice pitched high.

He took her hand and pulled her into the spray of hot water. He kissed her then, as the water ran over his head, down her face. He moved so their bodies were pressed together.

Wordlessly, he soaped up his hands and started with her shoulders. By the time he was done, she had been washed all over by his hands. He shut off the water and climbed out. She just wordlessly followed his soundless demands. He dried her off and she closed her eyes, glorying in his hands on her body.

"Did you just come for the shower?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Do we have time?"

"Not to take the time to worship you like I should. But, it's been so long since I've had sex I'll go off the minute you touch me." She had already noticed his erection in the shower.

"Me too. I don't care. The first time, let's just. Not have expectations."

He kissed her and moved her backwards out of the bathroom. "You deserve better than what this is going to be." He picked up her up and placed her on the center of his bed. "You look like you belong there."

He descended upon her. His kisses heated and demanding. His fingers played on her skin, teasing her nipples, tracing circles on her areola. Then he replaced his fingers with his mouth. His fingers traveled down her body. He pressed open her legs. She whimpered in anticipation as her fingers drew restless circles on his chest, squeezed his shoulders.

She closed her eyes, unwilling to look at him while he caressed her so intimately. He combed his fingers through her dewy curls. He spread the tender lips, a finger pressed into her clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

She practically grabbed his cock, as it lay heavy between them on her thigh. She caressed him gently, rubbed him hard. Amazingly, he grew even harder with each stroke. At least it seemed that way to her. But, four years without sex might have caused her mind to play tricks on her.

He slipped one finger into her. "You feel so tight," he murmured into her ear. She didn't reply, she'd explain later. Maybe. It had been embarrassingly long for her. Instead, she let her legs fall open as she moaned.

He stroked her, stoking her further. She felt like she was about to explode when he stopped. His hand removed. She watched him through hazy eyes as he rolled over. She blinked as she saw him open a silver warper. Thank God he was thinking about protection, she realized as he covered himself.

He rolled her onto her back, pressing his weight into her. "Never doubt how sexy you are," he murmured, as guided his cock into her waiting body. He groaned low into her ear. "Good god, you are fucking tight."

She was. It hurt, so she pressed her eyes closed to hide it. As he started to thrust into her, he slipped a hand between their bodies, caressing that tiny hidden nub. The pain started to recede, and pleasure quickly took it's place. He pressed her higher and higher, rubbing faster and faster, thrusting harder into her. With one hand he lifted her hips upward, in response to the low moans she let out.

She felt herself explode. She opened her eyes in shock as the orgasm washed over her. "Holy mother of-." Kip stopped moving and lifted himself above her so he could see her.

Chantal- Part Three

Part One
Part Two

Chantal heard from neither Lila nor William for two weeks. For those two week she found herself tense with anticipation. She was afraid to go to work, fearful that one of them would be there. Fearful that she wanted to see either of them again. She was starting to relax back into her normal life. Flirting with the new bartender, masturbating without William's face coming into her mind.

But then two weeks after that erotically bizarre night, William showed up in the middle of her show. He sat down at the center table in front of the stage, which somehow had remained empty despite the nearly full house. When she noticed him sit down, Chantal momentarily forgot where she was and what she was doing. She caught the next line but ended the set early.

Stepping off the stage, she made a beeline for the bar and ordered a whiskey before William caught up to her. Chantal closed her eyes with a deep sigh, silently praying for help.

"Lila was right. You are incredibly sexy up there. Well, you are anywhere. Sorry, I should have stayed in the back until you were done. I wanted a close up. Again." He spoke directly into her ear with his hand resting on her back.

She shivered involuntarily. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me her heart beat out. She turned to scowl at him when he grabbed her whiskey as the bartender set it down in front of her. "Hey, if you're giving your friends drinks you have to pay," Fred, the new bartender said.

"Whatever," Chantal said, waving him off. "Where's Lila?"

"At a spa weekend. She said I should come and watch you."

"I thought she was leaving you." He smiled over the rim of the glass as he sipped her drink. Chantal glared deeper.

"Don't act like I don't turn you on, Chantal, love." He caressed her arm. She was flooded with warmth and she couldn't pull away. "As for my Lila, we're going to try once more. She's really a good girl."

"Pretty sure she's a woman," Chantal snapped. "Give me my drink."

William rolled his eyes and leaned close again, as he pressed the drink into her hand. She could smell it on his breath which made it far more appealing than from the glass. "Do you deny when I pressed your head between my legs? Were you turned on?" He breathed on her. "I held you there a long time, but you complied." HE pressed his lips against hers and she melted, kissing him back fully.

He let her go just as quickly; smiling a knowing smile. Chantal felt her face heat. She glanced around for an escape route. "I have to - stage. Uh, sing soon." She took a breath to gather herself. "I have to go back on stage." She emptied the glass and then glanced up at him where he stood beside her. That was a mistake. The warning flashed too late.

He kissed her again. She responded again. Then, pushed away and practically ran backstage.

She took her next break outside without even going upfront for a drink. As she stood in the cool air, she was tempted to hail a cab and get the fuck out. To just run away from him.

"Hey, look, it's the hottie from the club. The singer." Two moderately drunk guys were walking by and noticed her. Chantal soared. She could flirt with them, promise to take them both home and she'd have protection from William's advances.

"Hi boys," she called, deepening her voice the seductive quality. "Come on over here and talk to me."

"Hi honey," one of them said as they lumbered over to stand in front of her. Easy pickings. She smiled at them while biting her lower lip.

"Hi, what are you doing out here?" she asked. "Leaving my show."

"No, hey, never. We were just getting some fresh air. Y'know," the taller one said. They were both blonde and hot as hell. Not handsome or sexy, like William, but plain hot. They stood close enough that she could smell their alcoholic breath.

"So, what's going on with you guys tonight?"

"We thought your show was over," the short one said.

"So we left. But, now, we can have our own private show. If you know what I mean."

Chantal smiled and stepped closer. "I have to get back in there in a few minutes. But, stick around." She ran her hands over one broad chest and then another. "We'll see where things take us."

The tall took advantage of her suggestion to run a hand over her breast. And then he was yanked away by an unknown force. The second guy started backing away.

"Back off guys. She's with me."

"Hey we didn't know," the short guy said, backing away with his hands up. He glanced nervously from Chantal to William to his friend. "She was being friendly with us."

"She's really friendly. With a short memory. You can go," William said. And the guys scrambled off to avoid tangling with William.

Chantal put on a good pout. "Come on, you chased away my evenings fun," she said.

"I am your evenings fun, Chantal," he growled stepping closer to her. He pressed his body fully against hers, trapping her between the cool brick wall and his warm, hard body. What a fun place to be, she thought, wiggling against him. He bent down his head and nipped at her ear. "You like playing the whore don't you."

The squirming stopped. Chantal hesitated while she considering deny the charge. Instead she raised her head. "Yes."

"Tonight you're going to be my whore." He pressed harder into her, squeezing the breath out of her chest. "Got it." He ran his hands down her sides and grabbed her ass, pulling her against him. She gasped for air, struggling against his binding touch.

"Fuck, don't do that again," she panted out when he moved back enough to let her breath again.

He put his arm around her and moved her towards the door. "You better get back to work." Then he pressed his mouth against her ear. "Every sway of your hips, twist of your body, is for me."

My whore, the declaration rattled through her head the rest of her performance. She went through on auto-pilot.

As soon as she was off-stage, William was there with an arm around her. They went out to this car. Rushing through the night to his house.

The room he took her to was different. The furniture was darker wood. No frills here. It was a male room, William's room. The bed was merely queen sized. The head and foot boards slated.

"Wine?" he asked, as he poured two glasses of deep red liquid.

"Maybe the whiskey I was denied earlier."

"Better to be clear headed," he replied, picking up the glasses. Chantal walked past the bed. She fingered one of the restraints tied to the bed corner. "I had Lila tied there a few nights ago. Made her come over and over. Until she was in tears."

Chantal sat on the bed. The image of Lila's naked, writhing body flooded her pussy. "Here I thought it was for me."

William crossed the room to stand before her. His crotch near eye-level. He started undoing his belt. "Maybe later. You've kept me on edge all night. Actually for weeks I've been thinking about you. Where I want to come in you first." He dropped his pants and underwear. "I finally decided tonight as I watched your mouth move." He stepped forward brushing his cock against her lips. Chantal leaned forward. She took his cock into her mouth. She lathed her tongue over his hard length and swirled around the pulsing head. She bobbed her head, while she took him in and out of her mouth.

He grabbed two fists of hair. William held her steady while he thrust into her mouth. She kept her focus on breathing and relaxing as he thrust deep into her mouth. He groaned and grunted and then held deep in her mouth as she came.

Chantal sputtered. "Swallow sweet slut. Quickly. Drink my cum." Chantal gulped while she wiped her chin with one hand. "You look beautiful like that. Dripping, shocked."

"Wine please," Chantal managed."

William obliged, shoving the glass he still held in his hands to her. He watched as she emptied in two swift gulps. He refastened his pants and picked up the second glass, still full. "So many things I want to do with you. What do I start with tonight?"

Chantal waited, staring at the remains of the wine in the glass she held.

"You have five minutes to use the bathroom, undress and have yourself offered to me on this bed."

"And if I don't?" Chantal countered, lifting her eyes.

"Then I'll call you and cab and you can leave. And you won't see Lila or myself again. I suggest you go, the timer is going."

"Where is the closest bathroom?"

William pointed her to one off the bedroom. Chantal closed the door and stripped down, leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor. She used the facilities and then splashed cool water on her face. Maybe she should just get dressed, go home and forget about luscious Lila and her Master.

Not seeing Lila again wasn't palatable. Neither was not fucking William.

The dominance and submission was intriguing as well. She was used to being in charge. Most guys were willing to let her direct things. She could let of control.

Maybe.

She could try to. She just wasn't going to tell William that yet.

His back was to her when she exited the bathroom. She arranged herself on the bed.

William turned around. "Ten seconds. Testing me some more?"

"Don't rush a woman in the bathroom."

His frown turned to a smile. "I think you could be a good Slave." He moved to stand next to the bed. "On your back whore. And relax. I was saying, you could be a good slave with some training."

"Training how?" Chantal turned to her back and stared at the light blue ceiling. She tried not to tense as wonder at what was happening next filled her with anxiety.

William caressed her arm while pulling it upwards. He secured her limbs to the restraints while answering her question. "Learning my rules and expectations. Having your insolence beaten out of you." He smiled at her. "You'd have to learn not to argue with me. I suspect you'd enjoy pain. It wouldn't be too much of a punishment."

"I've enjoyed a few spankings." She was strangely cheerful despite being tied up to a bed and threatened with beatings.

Chantal felt William's eyes on her. She closed her eyes to avoid his gaze. Once she was securely tied his touch disappeared. She heard scraping to her right. She dared a glance. He was sitting on a wooden chair, holding a glass of wine and staring at her. Heat suffused her at his gaze and she closed her eyes again.

After a long while, she opened her eyes and found him still staring. His glass was half-full. "How long is this the plan?"

"Till I get bored."

"I might fall asleep."

"That's fine. I can wake you." Chantal had never felt more exposed. Usually she liked being the center of attention, this was just making her self-conscious. She closed her eyes and tired to fall asleep.

William put his hand over the breast closet to him. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh. Then he plucked her nipple. He flicked it. He pinched, twisted and pulled. With each touch her pussy clenched and flooded. She couldn't touch the fire between her legs or even rub them together. She stiffened her resolve not to beg.

He bent his head and pulled the nipple into his mouth. He teased in every way he could think of. Suck, lick , bite, blow. Until she was moaning and squirming unable to stay still.

His fingertips scraped down her abdomen. She wiggled her hips, feeling his fingers parting her sticky vulva. "So wet already." His quiet murmur caused her eyes to fly open. She met his cool gaze. "You really are quite the little whore. How often do you pick someone up? In a month?"

"Are you always so unaffected?"

He scowled at her, while giving her a sharp slap between the legs. A whimper escaped and he slapped her a second time. "My question first whore. How often?"

"Oh, at least twice a month. Average. Depends when I work and if I'm on the rag." Her answer was rewarded with a gentle rubbing of her clit with his thumb. "And my question?"

"Is not important. I told you tonight you are my whore, my slut." He pushed two fingers inside her body. Distracted by the pleasurable invasion of her pussy, Chantal didn't reply.

Her moans started deep in her body when William started thrusting his fingers. As her climax built, her tone got higher until she felt ready to break. So close. "Yes, yes. A little more," she called out. Her body arched and strained against the restraints.

His hand stilled. Chantal gasped in protest, her chest heaved for air. "Fuck."

"Not tonight, whore."

"But-" He silenced her by pressing his dripping fingers into her mouth. She sucked eagerly at her own juices. "As close as you can get to eating yourself out." He removed his fingers.

Chantal closed and opened her fingers. "I suppose."

"You aren't used to being out of control are you?"

"Not really." She paused and chewed on her lip.

"You pick partners you can dominate."

"I suppose."

"And Lila is used to being dominated. But would like to dominate as well," he mused. "And I think you'd like to be submissive."

"If anything I've learnt I'd rather not."

"You're afraid to give in. To let go."

"Why are you insistent on controlling women?" Chantal challenged.

William raised his eyebrows. Then he dragged a finger across her still sensitive clit.

She shuddered. "Avoiding the question?"

"I'm seeing just how much you can take. Before you give into it. Before you give up control."

I"m hardly in control." She pulled an arm to demonstrate that she was still tied.

"You fight your body's reactions as much as you fight me playing with you. Or calling you a slut."

She did hate that label. She resented the implications. She resented that he could take her as far as he wanted. She wanted to come, she ached for release.

He thrust into her again. And again, he took her to the edge of climax and left her without relief.

"You want to come so badly that you don't enjoy each shudder and movement. And I don't want to control you, slut. I want to show you what you are capable of." He put his hand on her stomach and rubbed a slow gentle circle. "Close your eyes and just feel now."

When her breathing relaxed, he thrust his fingers into her again.

Chantal kept her eyes closed. She could feel every millimetre of his finger stroking her inner walls. She felt her inner body clenching around him. The pace of her breath increased with his thrusts.

The build to climax was slower. Even as he pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing vigorously. And when she came she saw stars.

Chantal- Part Two

Part One

They didn't touch until they'd arrived at Lila's grand home. Both feeling too tipsy to drive, they'd shared a silent cab ride.

Once inside the house, Chantal's body was tight with anticipation. She couldn't stand it so she grabbed Lila's shoulders and kissed her, hard and chaste. Lila was rigid with surprise but she gradually softened into Chantal's body, who kept the kiss from turning heated. The last thing she wanted was to seduce the sexiest woman in the world in the entry way of her soon-to-be ex-husband's house.

"Do you want, uh, something to drink?" Lila asked breathlessly.

Chantal shook her head. "All I want is you." She could feel a buzz in her body. The promise of mutual pleasure.

Lila leaned in and kissed the younger woman, catching her lower lip between nipping teeth. Chantal moaned and squirmed against Lila's lithe body.

Lila pulled away quickly and grabbed Chantal's hand. They walked briskly down a hall, up a flight of stairs and to another hall. Chantal opened a wide door and flicked on the light.

The room was larger than Chantal's whole apartment. And the centre piece was a four poster bed. The head boar was hidden behind hundreds of pillows. Chantal kicked off her shoes and jumped on. She relaxed into the pillows and gave Lila her best "come hither" look.

Lila locked the door without explanation and then followed the invitation to the bed.

Along with her shoes, she also removed her jacket to reveal a thin, lacy camisole stretched over her breasts. Chantal reached her hand out and caressed one. The nipple tightened and puckered beneath her stroking palm. She bent her head and tongued the tight bud through the material which caused it to tighten even more. She gave the same treatment to the other nipple.

Lila pushed Chantal's hands away. She slipped the straps of Chantal's dress over the soft skin of her shoulders. Lila quickly divulged Chantal of her dress. She took in the youthful body, though there was only six, maybe eight, years between them.

Chantal's bra and panties, matching black scraps of lace fell to the floor. She stretched out on the blue satin bedspread. It was cool and slick on her skin. Lila's mouth, on her skin, was the direct opposite sensation from the bedding, causing a deep shiver to run through Chantal's body. A heated tongue lapped over each nipple. Mouth and teeth teased, leaving Chantal squirming and pulling at the bed clothes.

"Stay as still as you can. Very still," Lila said in a light voice. Despite the lightness, there was a commanding virtue to it. Lila slipped down Chantal's sleek body.

Chantal nodded and bit her bottom lip with resolve to please Lila with her stillness. Lila's hands pushed her legs open. Lila pressed a kiss to Chantal's cleft, then her fingers parted the delicate folds hidden within downy curls. She sat back slightly to take in the dusky rose shades. Lila kissed gently, then in long, slow laps of her tongue she caressed Chantal intimately.

Chantal shuddered with each stroke. And, when they stopped, Lila pressed harder or faster. Then she slid her fingers into Chantal's slick depths. Chantal's inner walls sucked her in, deeper and harder.

All t he while, Chantal concentrated on keeping her body still. Her hands clenched and released the blankets and Lila's shoulders. Her moans raised higher and higher until she climaxed. Chantal couldn't stop shaking, even when Lila stopped touching her.

"Did you give her permission to come?" a male voice asked politely.

Lila groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Not that kind of night," Lila replied with an edge in her voice.

"Pity. Well, it can change. Come here." Lila glanced at Chantal before leaving the bed. At the man's guidance, she sat on his lap. What the hell was going on? Chantal's mind clamoured to know.

Lila's movement left Chantal to study the man holding her. He was by far the most attractive man she'd ever seen. Long, dark hair, deep blue eyes, a goatee framing beautiful lips. He was dressed in black dress pants and a white button up shirt. No tie on now, but his shirt wrinkled like he'd been wearing one. Chantal felt an unwanted jolt of desire as his eyes combed over her. His eyes acknowledged he'd seen that and he smiled at her.

"Who is this?" Chantal asked finally finding her voice.

"My husband, William," Lila replied.

"And you obey him even during the divorce?"

William answered. "Our bond goes deeper than marriage. Lila is- struggling with her place."

"I cannot be wholly submissive anymore. I need to assert myself," Lila protested. With his hard look she added, "Sir."

"Maybe I should go," Chantal said as she moved toward the edge of the bed and looked for her clothes.

"No," the couple said. William spoke, "Are you into S and M? Domination?"

"Tying each other up?"

"More than that. Lila said, a few years back, that she'd be wholly submissive to me. Now she wants to go back on that." He looked at Lila with steel in his gaze. "What do I do with her now? She didn't even introduce me as her Master." He caressed her cheek with his palm and then slapped her lightly. "what do I do now, my love?"

Chantal watched in stunned silence while the couple kissed deeply. She sat half off the bed watching intently when an unwelcome pang of jealousy hit. She wanted to kiss William. The submissive part might be a problem.

William continued to hold Lila captive while he undressed her. He caressed her bare breasts lightly and briefly; his fingers dipped between her legs. He raised his head to gaze at Chantal. "Do you wish to take care of this part?"

Chantal didn't hesitate to join them. She suckled at Lila's breasts, teasing in the same way she had been teased. William pushed Chantal until she was kneeling on the floor between Lila's lax legs.

He set them further apart which exposed her bare pussy. Chantal looked up at him. Questioning, submitting. He stroked her hair. "I worried you'd be wilful, demanding. You're a natural submissive." He eased her head forward until she could smell Lila's arousal but her attention was still on William. "Go ahead. Lick her until she comes. Then I'll fuck her. She won't deny me tonight."

He spread Lila's labia for Chantal. She grabbed Lila's thighs with her hands. She lapped sloppily at Lila's cunt, smearing her face. Lila jumped, her first reaction since Chantal sat down. Lila's thighs clamped against Chantal's head, making Lila's cries and Williams words muffled.

What came through was Lila's reaction. Her full body tremors as she came. Chantal wanted more but William pushed her back.

He was naked, his erection at attention from a dark patch of hair. Chantal's haze of lust urged her to lunge for it. She met Williams eyes and his gaze held her back. He stroked Lila's cheek. "Come my pet. Sit on my lap, take my cock."

Lila eased her body onto his cock. Chantal, still on the floor, had an eye level view of cock into pussy.

"Good girl," William said in a tight voice. "Fuck me, my little slut."

As Lila began moving over him, he took Chantal's hand. He guided it between his legs to stroke his ball sac. She stroked while she watched his cock slide in and out of Lila. She only raised her head, when he stiffened and grunted. She felt his balls tighten and then release.

He stilled Lila's body. "Darling, clean yourself." Lila raised herself and headed for the door. "Oh some wine. White, sweet. Three glasses."

Lila felt the room, closing the door behind her. William turned his attention to Chantal. "What's your name lovely? And what's your story?"

"Chantal. I met Lila at the club I sing in. Last Friday, I sang 'Me and Mrs. Jones'. She and I talked. This week she brought me here."

He nodded. "And you want what I've given Lila" Chantal must have looked confused because he added, "My cock. I think you'd have preferred that."

Chantal tried to feign disinterest. "I got off before you interrupted."

"Well, you can clean it off for me. But I won't fuck you tonight. Another time."

Chantal didn't move. He had no claim on her and she wasn't going to submit to his will. Well, submit further, she realized thinking back. She wasn't going to give him anything when she wasn't going to get anything in return.

"Oh, don't do that darling. We both know you want it." She met his gaze steadily.

He dug his fingertips into her hair and pressed her head into his lap. "Clean." She sighed. She could argue further, but she would only be denying herself what she wanted. Either way she'd go home with a hungry ache in her pussy. Besides, if she complied she might have the chance for another orgasm. She opened her mouth and licked him. After she was done lapping, she took his cock into her mouth. She pulled it in and out of her mouth, trying to get him hard. He remained soft despite her best efforts.

She heard Lila return. "Pour us each a glass, my pet. Bring mine here. Chantal will have hers in a moment. Then I think she'd like to be taken home." He patted her head as she continued to caress him with her tongue.

He finally pushed her away. "That's enough. You are quite good at that. Another time I would have enjoyed coming in your mouth. Not tonight. I suspect you don't do well with delayed gratification. Help yourself to a glass of wine." He patted her cheek.

Chantal downed the glass of wine in three swallows. "Clearing my mouth of the taste," she said, looking at William with hard eyes.

He laughed. "Am I right? Are you ready to go home? I'll give you a ride."

"I'd prefer a taxi," she replied. He shrugged.

"Get dressed then. I'll call." He walked over and picked up the phone on the side table. His eyes remained on Chantal as she dressed.

He left the room undressed. "Why do you go along with this?" Chantal demanded of Lila.

"He's charismatic. He's beautiful. And he loves me. I love him too, you know," Lila stayed on the sofa, naked, while she sipped her wine.

Chantal shook her head. "He is persuasive. And beautiful. I don't think I believe he's capable of love or being loved."

"It's there. Being dominant. It's just who he is. I have to learn to accept that. I will try to see you next week."

The door reopened and William appeared. He stuck his head around the corner. "Lila stay here. I'll return shortly." Lila nodded.

"Good bye," Chantal said.

"See you soon," Lila replied, raising a hand to her lips and then outward.

Chantal shook her head again, the surrealism of the evening washing over her. William put his hand on the small of her back as she walked by. He guided her to the front door again. He kissed her cheek. "Thank you for stopping by." As if she was a family friend who just happened to drop by for coffee. "Lila and myself will see you again soon. It was a very lovely morning." He grinned.

Chantal didn't say anything as she reached for the front door to open it.

"Wait," William said. He pressed some bills into her hand. "For the cab ride home. Sorry if you felt uncomfortable. Next time will be better for you. I'll give you what you wanted."

He opened the door and pushed her out into the cool morning air. There was a few hours before the sun was due to come up. Lila climbed into the waiting taxi and gave him the address to her apartment. Then she laid her head back against the seat of the cab with a deep sigh.

Second Chance Romance

I've decided to use my semi-own webspace for the novel (instead of Lulu) and if you like my stuff please donate. Only the first few chapters are up. Second Chance Romance.

The start is more like a young adult, but it moves forward quickly into the relationship of adult Mandy and Kip, once high school sweethearts and their second chance for their first love.

12 years ago Kip Turner let the girl of his dreams go to pursue his dream of playing hockey.

Kip and Mandy were opposites in high school. He was popular and good looking. She was unathletic and shy. Despite their differences they fall in love.

A year after high school, Kip is drafted into the NHL. He’s going to a play across the country. Mandy is pursuing her dream of becoming a teacher and she refuses to go with him while insisting that Kip follow his own dream. Kip goes to follow his dream and they break off their relationship.

12 years later ...

They come into contact again. Mandy is a single mother and Kip has been playing hockey. But fate has moved them to neighboring Albertan cities.

Could they renew their old relationship and have a successful end? Or is Mandy going to let him go all over again?

Over the next few weeks I'll post some excerpts.

Chantal - Part one

Chantal was sweating as she stepped off stage. Her heart was pounding against her ribs. She'd been channelling her best Michael Buble. Totally nailed "Me and Mrs. Jones."

She sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. "Great song," the bartender, Sam, placing her drink before her. "But, isn't that usually one the guys do?"

Chantal smiled and sipped her wine. "I felt inspired to do it. Probably because the girl who picked me up last week was such a big fan of his work. And that got me listening to it in the shower."

Sam grinned, clearly interested in the girl on girl, which made Chantal roll her eyes. Reasons not to sleep with the bartender at the club you sing at regularly. The singing part, she amended in her mind, she didn't sleep with Sam on a regular basis. Just that once. "Don't you have orders to fill or glasses to polish or something?"

Sam grinned wider, but walked away, since there were other people waiting.

Chantal watched as a woman in the three piece suit sat down beside her. She sat her drink down in front of her, something fancy and pink. "Hello," she said, her voice sounding as polished as her look. Her hair was short, spiky. Chantal could imagine her fingers buried in that hair, as the beautiful red lips were pressed between her thighs. "I am Mrs. Jones."

Chantal laughed softly. "Chantal." Mrs. Jones raised her hand and Chantal took it, cool, dry skin to skin. They shook lightly and then let go. A moment of regret flashed through Chantal's mind. She should have kissed the offered hand instead of informally shaking it. "Are you really?"

"Just until the divorce. The process doesn't go quickly however."

Chantal hummed, trying to decide if the situation was ironic or not. "Have you been here before? I've never seen you. I sing her on Fridays."

"No, a friend insisted I come out with her tonight. A change of scenery."

Mrs. Jones placed her hand over Chantal's on the wine glass. There was a spark in her eyes. Chantal glanced to the stage feeling pressured. The interim music was winding down. One more song before the next set began. Chantal bit her bottom lip, considering her own spark of interest.

Mrs. Jones smiled with compassion. "You are an amazing singer. The way you move your hips." She stood, holding her drink. "I'll see you next week." She leaned over and kissed Chantal's cheek and then returned to her table.

The following Friday, Chantal arrived thirty minutes before she needed to. She finalized her set list with the stage manager and then sat the bar anxiously. The mysterious Mrs. Jones hadn't arrived early. She probably wasn't coming at all, Chantal decided, trying to convince herself that it wasn't important to her.

She was in need of a stronger drink. She motioned to Sam. "Whiskey." Just one before the show.

"Hey, where's your smile?" Chantal turned towards the face she'd been unable to conjure all week. But, the face was more beautiful than she remembered. "Sorry, I'm late. My husband- ah, never mind."

Chantal's heart fell again. "I thought the divorce was final." Please let it be final. She gulped her whisky, concentrating on the burning feeling down her throat.

"There may have been some exaggeration. I blame your hips." Her gaze fell like a touch over Chantal. "I was going to flirt and then leave. IT was touching you." She put her hand on Chantal's knee. "My only thought after that was getting into your pants." Her eyes glanced over Chantal's dress. "Er, dress."

Chantal finished her drink and thought about a second. "You are getting divorced right?" The stage manager was motioning. Chantal stood. "I have to go. I'll be back between sets."

"I'll be right up front."

During the first break, Mrs. Jones replied to the question. "There's supposed to be a divorce. I"m still living with him." She closed her eyes, her hand clenching her glass. "He sorta seduced me before I left the house."

So didn't want to know, Chantal thought, staring at Monica or Monique, the waitress. She waved her hand and ordered that second whiskey. "You don't have to explain. We- you and I don't have anything."

"Sorry. I just needed to get that out."

They sat in silence for a while, until the waitress brought Chantal's drink. "You look amazing up there," Mrs. Jones said. "Really sexy in that dress. Like a real blues singer." Her hand was on Chantal's thigh.

After the show they'd still gotten no further than small talk. Chantal didn't change or take off her make up as she walked off stage. She sat down across from Mrs. Jones and looked her in the eye. "Two things, Mrs. Jones. Are you going to tell me your first name? And, your place or mine?" She leaned into the older woman, letting her fingers run over the shiny lips.

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I'm playing with Authonomy.

You can read my latest novel attempt there.

It's a slightly erotic romance novel about two high school sweethearts who broke up 12 years ago and are now reunited.

It came from watching Calgary Flames a few times a week and my drifting off to sleep fantasies of what it would be like to be in a relationship with a hockey player. Okay, I grew up in a big hockey town, with a big crush on a goalie. Oh, unrequited teenage crush.

Anyway, this is the first in a planned series of different players on the team. I've started the second one.

I also finally have Slave's beginnings finished. It came to me in those drifting off to sleep moments one night. Master is still named William and Slave was once Chantal, a jazz singer.

If I'm on the topic of fantasies, after I finish the hockey thing, it might end up being a band one. OR well, y'know. Although the band thing does have potential for group sex and multiple relationships. Anyway, I've been listening to far too much Nickelback lately.

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