Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Bound With A Bow by Beth Wylde, Lee Benoit, Mychael Black, Sascha Illyvich, and EM Lynley

Chapter One

“Ungh!” Maryanne grunted from the force as my singletail hit its target yet again, directly across the luscious twin globes of my lover’s ass. The resulting red stripe had the Domme in me celebrating the gorgeous mark of ownership.


I repeated the motion, catching Maryanne lightly on the back of her right thigh, just below the swell of her rear. She barely moved, but the throaty moan that escaped from between her gagged lips let me know she was still enjoying herself. I smiled and struck once more. This time she stiffened and let loose with a muffled scream. “Mmm, that’s nice. Looks like I found your sweet spot. Want more?”

Her head bobbed enthusiastically, so I pulled back for yet another blow. My shoulder seized up in protest of the repeated movement. I dropped my arm to my side, letting the whip fall to the floor as I worked out the cramp. I figured Maryanne wouldn’t mind a moment of rest, either. Her ass and the backs of her thighs were a delicious cherry red, and I couldn’t help but stare at my lover in fascination. While I massaged out the stiffness, I took a step back to admire my handiwork. The vision was awe inspiring.

“God damn, you look hot. All sweaty and flushed and ready for whatever I want to give you.” At the moment I was so aroused I barely fought back the urge to thrust one hand down between my legs and give myself some relief.

“I could stare at you like this forever. I bet you’d enjoy that.”

Maryanne was completely nude and bound facing away from me, her arms stretched upward and secured in a V above her head. Her legs were positioned and restrained below her in the same fashion. Her backside was on display for anyone who happened to walk by, but since it was Thursday and the club was closed, the chances of that happening were slim to none. The only people that might see us playing were the cleaning crew. After six months of working at Broad Horizons, they were more than used to seeing Maryanne and me playing on the equipment after hours.

“I can’t wait to show you off on stage. The other Dommes are going to be so jealous.” There were no women currently in the building for me to gauge a pre-show reaction from. George was on duty tonight and he was too busy waxing the floors to pay us much attention. Not to mention the fact that he prefers his eye candy to be big, beefy, and male. Maryanne’s big test would come tomorrow night when she performed live, for the first time, in front of an audience. I’d sent out hundreds of emails and posters and other promotional material to advertise the show. I was expecting massive attendance but I kept that tidbit to myself. Maryanne was already nervous enough. No need to add to her anxiety.

As I watched, a bead of sweat rolled down my lover’s back and disappeared into her crack. “Fuck, babe.” I walked closer to examine the sight, running my fingers lightly over her seared flesh. Around her waist was another set of ropes, wrapped twice around her abdomen to hold her in place. They allowed her very little freedom of movement. Some submissives like a bit more room to writhe, but Maryanne prefers her bindings to be as tight as possible. It is a delicate balance we’ve had years to perfect.

“Sometimes I wish I had a real cock so I could just bend you over and fuck you whenever I want to without having to run off and strap one on.”

Maryanne moaned and thrust her ass harder against my palm, as if the idea of being taken from behind at a moment’s notice turned her on as much as it did me. It might well have.

“Tying you up is the closest I’ve ever come to having a religious experience. Seeing you all naked and bound to the cross, shaking and pleading for me to make you cream? It’s almost fucking holy. You’re a true gift from above.”

I slid a hand down between her legs and found the proof of her excitement. “What’s this?”

My question was completely rhetorical, since Maryanne was unable to talk and the answer was dripping from my fingers. I wasn’t sure if she was soaked because of the paddling, the whipping, my naughty talk, or a combination of all three. Probably the latter.

I walked around to the back of the stage so I could look Maryanne directly in the eyes. I almost always leave them uncovered. It’s a pleasure to watch her true emotions flit across her face as she experiences each new device of my choosing. Her genuine reactions are one of my favorite things about our sessions. I’ve never had a submissive that was more responsive to my attentions.

Her blonde bangs were plastered to her forehead with sweat and her teeth dug into the ball gag, but not once had she given her hand signal to stop. Her hands were curled around the top of each arm of the X-frame but her fingers were still. No tapping, which was always her safe sign when gagged.

“Still with me sweetheart?”

Her lips curled upwards against the thick rubber in an odd parody of a smile. To reinforce her answer she nodded briskly. I cracked my knuckles in reply and prepped myself for another round, ignoring my whip in favor of something a little more personal.

“Here we go then.”

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Caught 2: Ajana’s Return by Marie Rochelle

Prologue

The loud shriek of the phone woke him up from a well-deserved sleep. Reaching for the nightstand, Ryan picked up the cordless phone on the third ring.

“Hello,” he muttered in a sleepy voice.

“I’m surprised you’re still in bed.” Sergeant Carelli laughed. “I thought you would be down here bright and early this morning bugging me about your job.”

Sitting up in bed, Ryan rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Hmmm… I was taking your advice.” He lied. “I slept in.”

“Oh.” Sergeant Carelli sighed. “I thought maybe you called one of your many girlfriends and spent the night celebrating Halloween. You’re young. You need to be out having fun, not wasting your life away worrying about cases. I don’t want you to end up a broken man like me. I put work first and lost my wife and kids because of it.

“That’s why I’m so interested in your social life. I see a lot of me in you when I was that age. Never let this job take the place of having someone to come home to late at night. You wouldn’t believe the difference it makes having another person to talk to about your problems.”

A twinge of guilt hit Ryan as he stared down at the sleeping body next to him. Moving the covers down some, he traced the small of Ajana’s back with his fingers. He celebrated Halloween the way his boss wanted, but not with a woman he should have. Telling Sergeant Carelli about Ajana was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t, not until he figured out a few things first. The last thing he wanted was a lecture, and he already felt guilty enough.

“I remember the pain you went through with your divorce from Tamara. I’m not going to let that happen to me,” Ryan replied as he removed his hand from his bedmate’s body. “I’m working hard on the robbery case, and I promise you that I already have my sights set on a special woman. I just have to work through a few things first.”

“Wonderful. I’m glad to hear it. As soon as this case is closed, I want to meet her. Can’t let you get hooked up with the wrong girl like my son Anthony did. However, I didn’t call you to be meddlesome. We got another call last night about a stolen bracelet.”

Ryan sat up even straighter. If the robbery happened while Ajana was with him, then she was innocent. Sergeant Carelli would have to drop all the charges against her.

“Sir, where was the robbery last night, and what time did it happen?”

Ryan suddenly flinched as a warm, soft hand slid underneath the covers and wrapped around his morning erection. His gaze flew over to Ajana and she winked at him, then brushed her thumb around the tip of his hard-on. He tried to swallow down his groan, but it slipped out anyway.

“Ryan, are you okay?” Sergeant Carelli questioned from the other end of the phone. “You sound a little strange.”

“I’m fine…sir,” Ryan choked out, grabbing Ajana’s wrist to make her stop, but he wasn’t quick enough to stop her from sucking his nipple into her wet mouth.

“Oh, God…” he moaned as his hand fell back down to the bed, allowing Ajana to continue her earlier assault on his lower body.

Moving up the bed, her raspy voice murmured in his ear. “Don’t let him know that I’m here or I’ll have to stop,” she whispered, sliding her hand up and down his penis. “Act cool and professional.” Ajana kissed on the side of his mouth, then went back to sucking his nipples while her hand worked at his body.

God help me. It was so wrong, thinking about other things than the case he was working on. “Sorry about the interruption, sir. I thought I saw something outside my bedroom window.” Ryan was surprised by how easily the lies rolled off his tongue.

“How about I come over and go over the call from last night? I think I have some information that you’ll find really interesting.”

“No!” Ryan shouted, pushing Ajana away from his body as he sat up on the side of the bed. “You need to stay at work and keep Angelo in line. Make sure he doesn’t eat all the peanut butter crackers I have hidden inside my top drawer.”

Sergeant Carelli couldn’t find Ajana at his house. He wouldn’t understand what happened between them last night. He watched Ajana walk past him wrapped in a sheet. She went over to her black bag in the corner and grabbed some clothes along with a small bag with the word Cosmetics written across.

Then she strolled into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, leaving him all alone in the room with a bad case of morning wood. A second later the shower started to run and he tried to relax the overwrought muscles in his body.

“Ryan, are you positive that you’re okay? You really aren’t acting like yourself.” Sergeant Carelli’s question drew his attention away from the closed bathroom door.

Hell, maybe he could make this conversation short and join Ajana in the shower so she could fix this predicament she left him with.

“I swear I’m fine, just had a restless night thinking about the Bennett case.” No, you had a restless night because you were doing the prime suspect in the Bennett case, his mind corrected him.

“Well, to answer your questions: the jeweler was located about two blocks from the station and the merchandise was stolen about an hour before you left. The owner didn’t know until he started going over the inventory.”

Ryan felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. “Did he get a look at her face? Was it Ajana Bennett?”

Please don’t let it be her, he prayed, glancing at the closed bathroom door. The woman behind it had made him feel something special last night, something which he wasn’t ready to lose.

“He wasn’t the one who waited on her. A new employee did, and he couldn’t give a good description because she was wearing a black hat and sunglasses. The owner is pissed because a diamond and ruby bracelet worth five thousand dollars was stolen.”

“Are you positive it was Ajana and not some copycat?”

“No, the same skill was used. She had the clerk show her about five or six different pieces and then she kept one on without the clerk even knowing it was gone. We have to find her and soon or the FBI is going to get involved. This is our town, and I want to bring this woman in.”

How do I ask the woman I made love to last night if she is pulling the wool over my eyes?

“Ryan, if you want to back out of the case, you can. I can give Angelo the information I have and get him right on it,” Sergeant Carelli chimed in.

“I can do this myself. There isn’t any reason to give him my case.” Ryan sighed. Running his hand along the back of his neck, he looked around the room and spotted Ajana’s black bag in the corner. Getting up off the bed, he walked over to it, picked it up, and brought it back over to the bed with him.

“Do you know if she got a collector interested in the piece or not yet? So, it could still be on her body?” he asked, unzipping the bag.

“None of our usual informants have mentioned anything about the bracelet being sold,” Sergeant Carelli answered.

Ryan searched through clothes and other personal items inside the bag. He wasn’t finding the bracelet. But as he was about to zip the bag back up, he stopped at a smaller zipper along the inside of the bag. His hand started to tremble before he even unzipped it and stuck his hand inside.

He swallowed down the lump in his throat as his hand touched something cold. “Tell me what the bracelet looks like again.” It can’t be her. Please don’t let it be Ajana.

“It’s a little bigger than a tennis bracelet, covered with diamonds and rubies. The clasp has a diamond on it.”

Pulling out the object, Ryan swore under in his breath as a diamond and ruby bracelet hung from his fingers and sparkled in the sunlight from his window.

“Sergeant Carelli, I have to call you back,” Ryan whispered, tossing the bracelet down on the bed. “Something has happened that I need to take care of.” Ajana lied to him. He was played for a fool.

“Ryan, you honestly aren’t sounding like yourself. Are you sure that I don’t need to come over there? This is becoming a high-profile case, and I don’t want you to get overwhelmed by it.”

“Thanks for your concern, sir. I have everything under control,” he replied, then disconnected the phone call. Ryan got up off the bed and went over to his closet. Snatching a pair of pants off a hanger, he shoved his legs into them, thinking about how he had to go into the bathroom and arrest Ajana.

Making his way over to the closed bathroom door, he prepared himself to do something he didn’t want to. She actually made him believe she wasn’t guilty of all the charges pending against her. Why did it have to be her? He should have gone with his gut instinct and hauled her gorgeous ass down to the station.

I can do this. No matter how much she begged and pleaded with him. He wasn’t going to help her out.

Ryan knocked once on the door, then went inside. Ajana wasn’t washing anything he hadn’t licked or sucked at last night. Standing in the middle of the floor, he got the shock of his life. The shower was empty and the bathroom window was wide open. Ajana was gone!

As he turned to leave the room, a splash of red on the medicine cabinet mirror caught his attention. Moving closer, he read the note written in fire-engine red lipstick:

Sorry, Handsome. I can’t stay. I wouldn’t look good in a jail uniform. I’m innocent and I’m going to prove it.


A

P.S. Don’t worry. We’ll meet up again, and thanks for a wonderful Halloween.

A Magical Story by Shayne Carmichael

Prologue
Brael opened the tower door and saw Master Jakob beside a cauldron with a young boy next to him. Though the child could barely see over the edge, he carefully added the ingredients the elder man gave him.

After Brael dismissed the servant, he closed the door behind him. The instant the child, Hawk, noticed him, he tugged on Jakob’s robe. “Brael’s here, Grandpa.”

“Just in time, Brael. I’ve finished with my work already.” Jakob turned, a broad smile wreathing his features. The genial, elderly man motioned for Brael to sit as he headed to a nearby cabinet and poured them some wine.

The moment Brael sat and held out his arms, the five-year-old boy chortled and clamored into his lap. He pulled playfully at one of the blond curls, and Hawk laughed at the bright, merry green eyes staring trustingly into his.

Jakob settled into the chair beside Brael and handed him a glass. “Are you fully prepared for the coming tournament?”

As Hawk’s fingers deftly plaited his long hair, Brael answered, “Of course. I thought to try the new spell you taught me last month.”

“Look what I can do, Brael.” Hawk lifted his hand and a glass flew across the room to him.

Brael’s brow arched as he eyed the boy, then glanced at Jakob.

“It’s getting harder and harder to dampen his ability.” Jakob sighed before he took his grandson gently to task. “Hawk, you know you aren’t supposed to do that.”

“But I wanted to show Brael.” The child’s lower lip stuck out mutinously.

“I know what you can do, little bird. You don’t have to show me.” Brael tickled beneath his chin to coax a smile from him.

The stubborn jut to Hawk’s jaw relaxed, and he beamed at Brael before he buried his face against the wizard’s shoulder. His slender arms wrapped around Brael’s neck, and Hawk sighed happily.

“Hawk, it’s time for your dinner. Brael and I will come to your party after you’ve eaten.”

Only the promise of his party convinced Hawk to move. He pressed a kiss to Brael’s cheek, then scrambled off Brael’s lap to give his grandfather a kiss as well. “Brael, it’s my birthday, and you promised me a story.”

“You’ll have your story, Hawk.” He already had Hawk’s birthday gift in his pocket. “And your present, too.”

A sunny grin was his reward before Hawk left the room.

“He’s growing stronger, Jakob.” Brael had felt the distinct fluctuation of the child’s power when he’d entered the room. For most, magic was a learned practice, but for a few humans, the ability lay in their blood. In Hawk’s case, the ability already showed far stronger than normal. If it weren’t hidden, the temptation to abuse the power would come from all sides. It wouldn’t only be Hawk’s father trying to use Hawk, but every faction of magician above and below ground.

“I don’t have the time left to protect him. You’ll be the one to train him, Brael, but not before the prophesied time.”

“I know all of that, but it might not be wise to leave it until he grows up.” Brael held his own doubts regardless of the prophecy.

“Phillip would misuse Hawk if he had a clue of his potential. The boy’s father pays no attention to him now, but the servants take good care of Hawk so I’m not worried about him.”

“I’ll keep him shielded, Jakob, and stop the growth of his power as I agreed.” He didn’t like the idea, but Brael understood the necessity.

“You know the prophecy as I do. You’re the only one who can train Hawk to reach his true strength. Anything else is too frightening to contemplate.”

* * * *

Hawk blew out all the candles on his cake, then beamed happily at his grandfather and Brael. As he picked the candles off the cake, he licked the sweet frosting off the ends.

“Are you going to tell me what you wished for?” Brael teasingly asked Hawk as Jakob cut the cake for them.

“If I do, it won’t come true.” He shook his head solemnly, then glanced over at the brightly colored packages on the table. “Can I open them, Grandpa?”

“When you’ve eaten your cake, Hawk.” He put a piece on the plate in front of his grandson and added a scoop of ice cream.

Hawk waited until Brael and his grandfather had their cake before he started on his own. His gaze kept drifting to the presents, intensely curious. “You remember you have to tell me a story before you leave, Brael. You won’t forget.”

He’d only forgotten once, and Hawk never let him live it down. “I’ll be up right after I’m done talking with your grandfather.”

Reassured, Hawk finished the piece of cake, then folded his hands in his lap to try to wait patiently for the other two to eat theirs. He watched each mouthful they took, and after a moment began fidgeting in his seat.

Brael lightly pinched his cheek, and Jakob chuckled. “I suppose we should let him open them.”

“Please.” He earnestly pleaded with Jakob, not sure how much longer he could wait.

“Go ahead, Hawk.”

Hawk took the nearest gift and unwrapped it before Jakob could change his mind. Inside the box, he found a small statue of a kitten. Excited, he smiled at his grandfather as he took it out. “It’s so beautiful, Grandpa. How do I wake it?”

Jakob took Hawk’s hand and held it to the smooth gray surface. “Taza tika.”

The kitten came to life beneath his hand. It blinked, then nudged its head to Hawk’s fingers. “You’ll have to name her and take care of her. She’ll be your responsibility, Hawk.”

“I will. I swear.” Hawk promised as he watched the kitten lap at the crumbs and melted cream on his plate. When Jakob touched the cat again and repeated the words, it became immobile.

Hawk reached for the small present, quickly tore off the paper, and opened the jewelry box. A beautiful, greenish-blue sunstone amulet winked in the light, and he gave Brael a delighted smile. It took him a moment to fasten the amulet around his neck. His fingers rubbed at the warm stone before he jumped out of his seat and hugged Brael.

“You have one more gift, Hawk, but you can’t use it until you’re older.”

“What is it, Grandpa?” Hawk took the box from him and lifted the lid. Inside he saw a bright purple stone, set in a very old-looking, silver setting which sparkled in the light. When he ran a finger over it, it started to glow and he laughed.

“It’s a Seer medallion, and it’s been in our family for hundreds of years. It’s very important to you.”

He put it down, then ran to Jakob, hugging the old man tightly. “Thank you so much, Grandpa. I love you.”

Jakob hugged him back, pressing a kiss against his hair. “I love you too, Hawk. Now it’s time for bed. Your father will be here early in the morning. So have your stuff ready.”

The gentle reminder earned Jakob a sour look. Without a word, Hawk picked up his presents and walked to the door, leaving them to talk. Heading upstairs, Hawk went straight to his room and put the gifts next to his bedside lamp. Contently full of cake, he undressed, then slipped a gown over his head. As he climbed into bed, he took the statue with him, whispering, “Taza tika.”

As he cuddled the fluffy animal to his cheek, he rubbed against the soft fur, listening to the tiny purring sound. The rare Taza couldn’t speak yet, but Hawk would teach her when she grew older. He glanced at the door, waiting impatiently for Brael, and fingered the sunstone. It would be his favorite amulet from now on, and he would never take it off. The Taza curled up beside his head as Hawk burrowed beneath the covers. He needed to think of a name for the kitten and wanted to give it great thought. As he contemplated possible names, Hawk became drowsy with the warmth and the quiet sound of the kitten in his ear.

“Sorry, little bird. I didn’t mean to make you wait so long.”

Hawk heard Brael and opened his eyes to see Brael sitting on the edge of his bed. The wizard hadn’t forgotten after all. He gave Brael a sleepy smile as he rolled toward Brael, curling around the man. “You promised me a story.”

“And a story you shall have.” Brael brushed a lock of Hawk’s hair from his eyes and began the story. “Once upon a time there lived a handsome, young lad.”

Snuggled up to Brael, Hawk closed his eyes, listening to the deep, soft voice.

“One day he would grow up to become the most powerful in all the land, but that day was far in the future. On this day, he walked through the woods near his house. To his surprise, he came across a silly-looking wolf. The wolf appeared far too ridiculous to be afraid of in his ugly purple and green robe. Instead of running away from him, the lad laughed at the sight of him.”

Hawk chuckled at the tale of enchantment and laughter Brael wove for him. “Was the wolf really a prince in disguise?”

“No, of course not.” Brael pinched Hawk’s cheek as Hawk wrinkled his nose. “Princes are very boring, and our young hero knows it.”

He opened his eyes, giving the wizard a doubtful look. “Are they really?”

“Yes, they really are. They sit on their thrones all day long, listening to everybody telling them their problems. It’s not much fun,” he solemnly reassured Hawk as he tapped the child’s nose lightly.

“I thought they fought wars.” Hawk grabbed the hand and tucked it under his cheek.

“Not if they can help it, little bird. Now about our wolf. He was a very nice creature, and the boy laughing at him didn’t bother him one bit. In fact, the wolf was so nice the lad decided to travel with him to see if they could find the secret castle in the woods.”

As Brael spun the rest of the adventure, Hawk remained silent, content to have the mage with him and determined to stay awake long enough to hear the full story.