My Kinky Valentine (6 page)

“I like the sound of that.”

While we talk, Cindy pumps her fingers
inside me, from behind, kisses and kneads my buttocks; presses her
thighs against mine, sometimes her own soaking wet sex. I’m so
turned-on that the moisture is running down her hand and coating
the top of my thighs.

“Oh, god, Cindy. I need to come. Please, go
deeper.”

“I’ve planned something better than my
fingers for our first time. Stay like this. I’ll be just a
sec.”

I don’t have time to catch my breath before
Cindy returns and I hear the unmistakable buzz of a vibrator. I
look over my shoulder to see a huge rubber penis in her hands. Only
it has two mushroom heads instead of one. She smiles at my
expression.

“Have you ever seen one of these?”

“Not in the flesh, so to speak. It’s much
wider than I’d imagined it would be.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll fit.”

She leans over my back and circles my folds
with one end of the dildo. When the fake member is glistening with
my moisture she turns it towards her own body and impales herself
with it in one fluid movement. I groan out loud.

“It’s so hot to see it disappear inside you,
covered in my fluids.”

“That’s the idea, sweetie. Now, it’s your
turn,” she presses a hand between my shoulder blades and slides it
down my spine like a blind person does when reading Braille. It
seems she wants to imprint my shape into her sensory memory. “Don’t
worry, though. I’ll take my time with you. I want us to enjoy every
second of it. The first-time must be treasured.”

At last, it dawns on me I’ll be fucked by
another woman for the very first time. The idea of doing something
this naughty, of having taboo sex, only intensifies my excitement.
A gush of hot liquid squirts out of me - evidence of my lust. Cindy
doesn’t miss it.

“It seems you agree with me. Excellent.”

She grabs my chin and leans down to kiss me
deeply. Our tongues play and when I try to bite her lip, she pulls
away. She ignores my protesting sigh and moves back behind me. She
teases my entrance with the huge thing, then, she slides it along
my sex, front to back. When she is happy with the lubrication, she
enters me slowly and stops to give my body time to adjust to the
wide dildo.

“Cindy, it’s too big.”

“You’re too tight but you’ll manage. Take a
deep breath and relax.”

She goes in another inch or two but my body
is still stiff and tense. It hurts like hell, too. I feel
violated.

“Cindy, I’ve never had a penis as wide as
this. I don’t know that I can.”

She leans over my body, reaches down to
pinch my hard nub and whispers in my ear.

“Relax, beautiful. Open your body for me and
let me in. Let me show you how much I want you.”

That does the trick. I relax my muscles and
she goes all the way. She enters me so deeply the vibrating dildo
hits my womb. In this position, it slides against the front wall of
my channel, grinding my G-spot and I see stars. She rams me from
behind, pulling out and going all the way in, again and again, in a
slow pace that drives me insane. My tight walls grip the rubber
member but my moisture helps lubricate it and the friction makes my
knees weak, my climax builds up and I moan and sigh and pant.

“You’re killing me here, Cindy. Fuck me,
faster, deeper. I need it like that to come.”

She laughs softly and pulls me by my
shoulders, bringing me up, holding my back against her front. She
kisses my nape and fondles my breasts almost tenderly. I grab her
hands and squeeze them over my breasts.

“I like it rough, damn it. I need it
rough.”

Cindy’s body shudders against my back and I
feel her sex start to quiver when it grinds my buttocks. I’m sure
she’ll come any time now. Then, she pulls the dildo all the way out
of me and I think she’s done. I see red but before I can say
anything. She turns me around to face her, frames my face in her
hands and kisses me. This time it’s a sweet kiss. Her tongue
explores my mouth, runs over my lips, then, nibbles the corner of
my mouth. I may be able to get off on this kiss alone. Her mouth is
that hot and delicious.

My still sore sex actually starts to vibrate
at the idea but Cindy has other plans for us. She grabs the inside
of my knee and pulls one of my legs up to her waist.

“Wrap it around me and lean against the wall
for balance.”

When I do as I’m told, she impales me with
the buzzing dildo again. The other end is still inside her.

“Look at me. I want to see how much you like
it rough.”

Cindy grips my hips to keep me in place. She
moves her whole body up and down mine as she pulls out of me almost
completely before pushing back inside until her crotch crashes
mine. She pounds me, again and again; every time she does it the
movement pushes me up against the wall, hard. I’ll get ugly bruises
tomorrow, I’m sure, but for now I love the feeling, the urgency of
it all.

“Yes, Cindy, yes. That’s it! Hit harder. I’m
coming!”

I’m shrieking and thrusting. I’d fall flat
on the floor if she weren’t holding me so tight because my legs are
wobbly. Cindy is also nearing her orgasm because she trembles from
head to toe and grunts loud.

“Cindy, you’re awesome. You even sound hot.”
I kiss her, hard, as I slide a finger inside her. “Give it to me,
babe!”

She loses her control first and hammers me
deeper and harder a couple of more times before she wails and her
body spasms around her end of the double dildo, and hot liquid
squirts out of her. I stand up straight and hold her tight in my
arms to try and calm her down but the sight of her mind-blowing
orgasm and all the tension built inside my own body explode when
she pinches my clitoris. I moan and gasp and we both slide down to
the floor of the shower forming a heap of arms still holding each
other, legs still entwined.

“Gosh, you are beautiful,” she whispers to
me as our foreheads lean against each other and we try to catch our
breath. “I loved to see you come.”

“And I loved to make you come. You are a
vision when you climax.”

I am amazed both by the life-altering orgasm
this young woman has just given me and by her reactions to my
touch.

“I had never thought I’d be this turned-on
seeing another woman come in my arms. I think I’m hooked.”

As I lean my head back on the cold wall, I
sense her standing up. I open my eyes to see her grabbing her
scattered things but I’m too exhausted to try to move or say
anything. Cindy plants a kiss on my shoulder, pinches my nipple for
the last time and leaves.

Just like that.

My body still trembles with the aftershocks
of a massive orgasm like I’ve rarely had before. I feel faint and
close my eyes again. A naughty smile plays on my bruised lips. It’s
funny how a little receptionist turned my world upside down. Me,
Caroline Ann Sullivan, the wicked witch of the stock market, the
business bitch so many people fear but respect brought to my knees
by a soft thing with the face of an angel and a devilish, sinful
mouth.

“Oh, what a mouth! I’ll remember that mouth
for the rest of the day.”

My body clenches at the memories and a
shiver runs down my spine.

“Maybe I can give her a promotion, get her
to work in my team.”

My smile broadens as I consider the many
possibilities the future holds for Ms. O’Rourke’s career at Horizon
Inc.

* * * *

Even though this is the short-story where
these characters first appeared,
Powerless
is not the end of
their love triangle. Liz Gavin later wrote her first novel telling
their whole story.

Read
Upside Down
now. Click
here
to learn how.

WARNING - Erotic Short
Story - This 6,500-word short story is intended for adults only due
to its graphic language and sexual situations.

When Sam hands Clara over
to Jenny, she is shocked and upset. But, like the good sub she is,
Clara does as she is told. Only to discover, she might enjoy having
a stunning Domme playing with her body. Will Sam be pleased with
her?

*** This 6500- word-erotic
short is a stand-alone book intended for adults only! It contains
graphic language , kinky sex scenes involving a gorgeous Dom, a
defiant sub and a hot new Domme, plus lesbian sex, threesomes, ass
play, oral skills, double penetration, fingering, sex toys, BDSM,
and spanking. Lots of it all!***

Take to the Domme

Liz Gavin

Copyright
2013

Published by Elessar Books

After the intense, rough sex we’ve just had,
Sam allows me some well-deserved, much-needed rest. We still need
to go through my second scene tonight. The punishment had been only
a very pleasant detour.

I had broken a fundamental rule and defied
my Master. I deserved my punishment. Is it that bad I had enjoyed
every minute of it? Club Desire’s Terms & Conditions don’t
state that subs must hate their Dom’s disciplinary actions. So, I
guess I’m cool!

Sam gently unties my wrists and settles my
spent body in a comfortable position on the huge four-posted bed,
rolling me to the right. I’m awake but so sated I just lay there,
not moving. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. As he arranges my
limp body on the bed, Sam can’t resist touching me. He scatters
butterfly kisses all over my soft skin, running his big hands along
the gentle curve of my back and over my delicious butt and long,
strong legs. I know he finds my ass delicious because he loves to
fuck me there. He fucks, paddles, bites, flogs, licks and fingers
my ass in every way he can. Not that I mind, of course.

He moves his hands up my front all the way
from my feet to my breasts. He avoids touching my still throbbing
sex, though. He wants me to get some rest. But my breasts are too
tempting. They are large and spill out of his hands when he cups
them. He fondles them and plants wet kisses in the well between my
mounds, breathing in my scent; my after-sex perfume, as he calls
it.

“I’d be a billionaire if I could bottle and
sell your essence.”

He ends the idle, exploratory journey on my
face. He grabs it with one hand and whispers in my ear.

“God, you’re gorgeous. Your skin is glowing
with that after-great-sex glow. I’m glad I gave it to you.”

My mouth is slightly open, begging for his
touch and Sam runs a thumb over my full lips, just a feathery
touch. His hand is slightly shaking. He pushes the tip of his thumb
inside my hot, wet cavern, past my teeth and slides it over my
tongue. I instinctively suck it, licking his digit and feel his
cock stir back to life, nudging my flesh. He shudders and inhales
sharply.

“If only I could stay here, like this,
forever.”

He presses his erection to my butt before
pulling himself together and abandoning our sweet cocoon of
lust.

“Duty calls.”

He reminds Jenny, who had been lying beside
us, watching his movements.

“Let’s go. I need your help to set up the
next scene. Clara’s so burnt-out it’s safe to leave her alone for a
while. Surely, she won’t get into trouble again.”

He smiles at the petite brunette, that cute
lopsided grin that very few re-blooded women can resist.

“Yeah, no worries!”

They get dressed and leave the room as
quietly as they can to check on things. I hear them getting out of
the room and I try to sleep. I need to. The last couple of hours
had drained my body. But I don’t complain. Sam and Jenny have a
very satisfied customer in me.

They work here at Club Desire, the best kept
secret in New Orleans. Celebrities from around the world come to
the Club for their sexcapades. I’m one of them. Being a big name in
Hollywood has brought me fame and everything that comes with it,
except sexual satisfaction. I’ve been coming to Club Desire for
years to get that. My favorite Dom, Sam, has delivered more than
I’d asked for tonight. Bringing Jenny into the picture had been a
genius idea. I’d never thought I’d enjoy having sex with a woman.
He knows me better than myself.

They’ve prepared something special for me
later tonight. I don’t know what but Sam insisted I’ll need all my
energy. I force myself to relax and in no time at all, I’m in a
beautiful, sunny dream landscape.

“You’ve come!”

I shout and run towards Sam, throwing my
arms around his neck, giggling. He swirls me around, laughing, and
holds me tight against his body. Then, he slowly sets my feet back
on the ground pressing each of my generous curves against his hard
body on my way down. He pulls back just enough to look at me,
enjoying what he sees, while his hands keep a firm grip on my
waist. I’m dressed like the Southern ladies of the nineteenth
century. Don’t ask me why but I always dress like that when I dream
of Sam.

“You look lovely, my dear. As always, I
might add.”

“It’s awful kind of you to say that, Sir.
Thank you.”

I make a quick curtsy. But there’s a
definitely sassy glint in my green eyes. I grab both his hands and
pull him as I walk towards a small gazebo, framed by vines with
colorful wild flowers scattered all over it, that’s standing a few
feet away. He follows me to the relative shelter of the
construction, unable to deny my wishes. Nor his.

I lean against the railing pulling him
close, wrapping my arms around his waist and lifting my smiling
face towards his. When our mouths are mere inches apart, I stop and
wait for his next move.

Sam stares into my green gaze, his blue eyes
are half covered by his lids as he tries to keep himself in check.
I arch my body further into his, connecting each dangerous curve to
his angular self before running the tip of my pink tongue over my
lower lip. I’ve got a knowing, smug glint in my eyes when I
whisper, ever so softly, against his mouth.