erotica

I want to mark him permanently, brand him as mine. I grab my ankles to keep from grabbing him, digging my short, blunt nails into my flesh, the pain heightening my pleasure.

You__e an assignment, not an assignation. Soon as I get your pretty boy ass through the Wilderness and deliver you to the Outpost, you__e no more than a stain to spit-shine off my boots.

Hetty turned her attention back to her subject__ face and was quite surprised to see a meek little submissive, almost ashamed of the orgasm she was about to have, panting and heaving for breath whilst nearly foaming at the mouth. Indeed she looked quite tortured in the throes of passion and any Master would be extremely pleased with that particular look during training.

So damn pigheaded. I__e studied you, not to report you, Caspar, but because I want a relationship with you.

If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing slowly... very slowly.

For the first time I had the best of both worlds--a mission to live for and a man to love.

What are you going to do to me?___onight, I am going to seduce you. Next time, I am going to fuck you.__e smiles at me and pushes his back to the sofa leaving me sitting on top of him.__nd why__ that?_ I ask, a little bit surprised and shocked at the same time.____ the one who makes the rules so you have to do what you__e told.

A sound from upstairs sends my thought process reeling. It__ just a small noise, perhaps the sound of your feet brushing the crimson carpet in the bedroom? It__ not loud or menacing, but it sends a wave of adrenaline crashing through me. You__e on your way!

It doesn__ matter where I am, or who I__ with . . . God, Caspar. I__e dreamed about being with you.

You only get what you give away.

Turn around.__nly two words, but they deliver such a sensual threat.I do as you ask without question. You are right behind me, breathing hard into the small of my neck, where I like to be kissed.

I__ wondering how long I have to deal with this bullshit before I can brief my troops. Oh, and I gotta feed my goldfish. Let__ get this straight, Blondie____londie?___hat__ an insult, not a pet name.

Shock? More like shellshock at this point. Blondie knew I was gay, yet he was a Company Exec or else he wouldn__ be here. I was his butt boy in the worst possible way.When I squinted at him, he gave nothing up. Neither did I. I had shit on this newly minted man too.Double fucking jeopardy, jackass.

He was quite possibly the most desirable man she had ever had the good fortune to lay her eyes upon and she had to meet him like this. Life was not fair. A groan of frustration left her lips as her body began to heat once more, blood pumping furiously through her. Oh no, she thought, this cannot be happening yet again. Gritting her teeth she tried to quell her reaction.

You have chastised me, demeaned me and dismantled me, before bringing me back to life. Who would have thought all of this was possible in a grotty cubicle of the men__ room? You hold me there for some time whilst we both catch our breath. Tentatively I raise one hand from the wall and claw at your dark, luscious hair behind me. I love these tender moments between us just as much as the kinky, depraved ones.

You know everyone loves a palace.

You__ better run, little bunny_before the big bad wolf catches you.

You land a second strike, this time just on my left cheek. It feels hard already and stings like hell. I imagine the red mark it has left on my behind as I thank you. As the belt catches my right buttock, I squeeze my eyes shut. I know my tears are close. You strike me again and again. You vary the location and the intensity; somehow never letting me settle into a pattern with the pain. I try to keep count in mind, but after fifteen I am lost in the hot, stinging sensation of my behind.