adult-fiction

Cassie,_ I growl at the young brunette. __ow__ the sobriety?__lex brought the submissive to us. She__ an addict that he councils at Transcend. I don__ want to be mean to her right now, especially since my best friend brought her here, but I__ furious and she__ an outlet. She can__ strike back.__inety days sober,_ she says with pride.__hat__ awesome,_ I say enthusiastically and smile at her. __ love how we have to give fuck ups a medal when they behave. I would think it should go to those who never fuck up. What__ the incentive to behave if all you have to do is get shit-faced and steal shit for years and then ninety days on the straight-and-narrow we have to pat you on the back for being a good girl,_ I say in a saccharine voice.She gazes at me with huge, glassy brown eyes. I can see the tears forming. Cassie worries her full bottom lip between her teeth and tries not to blink.__ut hey, what do I know. It just seems like the system is flawed. The good little boys and girls just don__ get the recognition that a crack-whore thief gets,_ I shrug.Cassie blinks and the surface of her tears breaks and they finally slide down her cheeks in shame.__ut go you!_ I shout sarcastically. I give her a thumbs up and walk down the hall.__old_ that was just cold, dude,_ Alex chuckles at me.That was so bad that I have to laugh or I__ puke. I shake my head as my belly contracts from laughter.__core on my newest asshattery?_ I ask my partner in crime. If I didn__ have him I__ scream. I__l owe Master Marcus forever. He stripped me bare until Font was naked in the impact room at Brownstone I trained in. Alex walked in and shook my hand- instant best friend.__h_ He taps his chin in thought and the bastard tucks his black hair behind his ear. I growl at him because he did it on purpose. He knows how much I miss the feel of my hair swinging at my jawline.Alex arches a perfect brow above his aqua eye and smirks. He runs his hands through his hair and groans in pleasure._8.5. It was a decent attempt, but you pulled your hit. You__e too soft. I bet you were scared you__ make her relapse.___eah,_ I say bashfully.__ot happening, bud. I__ just that fucking good. I better go do some damage control. Don__ hurt any more subs. Pick on the big bastards. They may bite back, but their egos are delicate.

As I rock down the hall I am flung from my path- snatched and grabbed. Before I can even utter a word, a large palm is covering my mouth. In less than five seconds I am inside a pitch black room, pushed face first into a cold metal door, and I hear the lock snick into place. A heavy weight presses at my back. I didn__ even have time to panic. It was a well-timed attack.My mind flashes to another time and place, another hand on my mouth. I breathe though the panic that tries to overcome me.I allow my senses to put me at ease. He__ just softly breathing near my ear. His body is relaxed. The way he holds me feels more playful than threatening.__et me guess_ the Boss,_ I say to the heavy weight at my back. My tone is a mix of amused annoyance.

My eyes glue to him in fascination as he cleans his flogger. He__ shirtless since the room is above comfortable temperature. I watch as a drop of sweat creates a path down his back, gliding around all those perfect striated muscles. The drop disappears beneath his low-slung, leather pants. A shiver rocks my body at the thought of it sliding down the crack of his bitable ass.__atya, snap your mouth shut, close the door, and have a seat,_ Dexter commands and I listen.

I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.

When I make love to you, Lanie, I want you to feel every inch of me buried deep inside of you, loving you, worshiping your body...

I could entice you with words,_ he said. __omeday, I want to touch you only with my voice and tease you only with my words. I want to watch as you quiver with longing, as your body goes soft and slick. I want to watch the fire build inside you, and I want to make you explode before I even brush a finger over your skin.

Everyone should feel alive. Should smash up against passion and danger, against temptation and anticipation. You have to push the envelope sometimes,because otherwise how do you know what your limits really are?

I imagine you taste like honey,_ Tyler murmured. __nd when I slide my tongue between your legs, I__l lose myself in the sweetness of you. I want to watch your face as the orgasm builds inside you. I want to feel you tremble beneath me. And when you finally explode, I want to hold you in my arms and let my kisses pull you back together.

There are a lot of ways to pleasure a woman,_ he said, and his tone suggested we hadn__ even begun. __ard and raw, soft and sentimental. How can I know what she wants until I see how she reacts?

I__l give you what you want, Sloane,_ he said. __hat we both want. But think long and hard before you come to me. There are things that I like. Things that I want and expect from the woman in my bed. And I don__ play by anyone__ rules but my own.

I don__ mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don__ mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding._ _Anias Nin

Were the stars against him? A woman's fingers are quicker in the sky and shine more brightly.

I guess if you get too close, the twinkling stops; they don__ look like stars anymore.

Oh, I don__ mean to infer that you__e not a great guy. I__ sure you__e the exception to the rule.

Secrets are dangerous._ Gottfried Baumauer.

Remove the computer chipslodged in your brain before they convince youthat you__e gone insane_Take a bite out of realityinstead of becominga reality byte.

Only men with intelligence, confidence and absolutely no empathy at all can progress upstairs.

Each day of the week, Kalist indulges himself in a different, secret ritual. On Mondays, he wears cologne. On Tuesdays, he eats meat for lunch. On Wednesdays, he places a bet after work. On Thursdays, he smokes one cigarette (but claims he__ not a smoker). On Fridays, he treats himself to his favourite pastime: horse practice _ he grew up with horses and likes to try and emulate their distinctive whinnies, snorts, neighs, snuffles, sighs, grunts, fluttering nostrils, the occasional aggressive outburst and the especially beautiful nicker of a mare to her foal. And, on Saturdays, lest we forget, Maxwell D. Kalist drinks wine from a chalice.