Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 (DARK EROTICA)

“You can take the pleasure with the pain or just the pain.” He reminded me in an oddly gentle voice.

I took a deep breath as he started to fuck me a little slower, making me feel good again as I relaxed. His thumb circled my asshole before pushing in a little at a time. He turned his thumb inside of me as I opened up for him. The feeling of fullness was new, but once again I was wet despite myself. I bucked back against him, feeling my orgasm edge closer.

“You like that. Don’t you?” He teased, but it wasn’t really a question and we both knew it. I nodded anyway, coming as he started to fuck me harder. I could feel him hammering against my cervix as I came, but he didn’t stop.

Damon: Taking a Fallen Angel

I watched her as she moaned, feeling her tighten around me as she came. I knew then and there that I wanted to keep her. I wanted to hear her moan louder. I wanted to hear her moan my name. I rammed into her harder, slipping a second finger up to her puckered asshole, pushing and prodding until she opened up to allow me to slip it inside. Alice cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but I just curled my fingers inside of her as I picked up the pace.

There was no way that I was going to let her go. Not now. She’d behave, and that’s all I needed. I couldn’t hold back much longer, and so I continued in short, hard thrusts until my cock started to throb inside of her. Alice tried to stay relaxed around my fingers, but both her pussy and asshole continued to clench around me, milking every last drop of come from me as I came deep inside of her.

“Alice.” I groaned softly, hoping she wouldn’t hear as I came. I don’t think she did with the way she threw her head back in pleasure, bucking against me as she rode out yet another orgasm. I shivered, staying there inside of her as I softened before slowly starting to pull back out. I uncurled my fingers and slid them out as well, standing up. I walked around to where she was still on her hands and knees, looking up at me.

“You’re mine.” I said, kneeling down in front of her, but Alice gave me a puzzled look. I knew she wasn’t quite processing everything just yet. It had happened to0 quickly. I smiled at her, patting her cheek before tilting her chin up. I didn’t kiss her on the lips. I knew better than that, but I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“I said you’re mine. Now and forever. You will have to get used to that. I will be the only one you’ll ever call master.” I told her, and I left her there in the shower, wide eyed, telling her to finish up soon before I come to collect her.

I didn’t plan to give her too long, but I’d grant her these precious few extra minutes to readjust herself to the situation. I knew it’d be hard for her. With a small smile, I watched from the cameras as her legs shook just before I went to go shower off as well. Alice was in for a long ride with me, and I was going to make sure she was perfect in every way before I was through with her.

She just didn’t know it yet. She would though, and I couldn’t wait to see what she’d become. She had the fire that I wanted, and yet she was tame-able. Tame-able, fuck-able, soft. I laughed at the thought, running my fingers through my own hair. I hated how much that woman got under my skin, but at least now she was mine. She was no longer a slave I would be delivering to someone else. She’d stay mine. Forever. The thought was more comforting than it should have been.

THE END

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Devil's Gala

Chapter One

The mirror before me reflected the naked image of the sexual vixen I longed to become. A woman to be desired, adorn in beautiful jewels, with each movement drenched in silky, sensual prowess. A tigress so thoroughly laced in hedonistic sensuality, with no need to be clad in anything more. As I stained my full, pouty red lips with the deepest shade of crimson, I smirked coyly in knowing I could seduce just about anyone, even the handsome affluent boss whom enslaved my dreamy fantasies in dripping wet pleasure every single night. Following my outline with my eyes, my fingers traced circles along my thighs and repositioned the false pearls around my neck. Every curve dipped into a delicious valley of well tanned, mocha colored cream. The delicate fragrance that misted my skin was sweet, like a warm cappuccino on a cool winter's day. The pearls that lay around my neck, accentuated my skin tone as if they were illuminating up my face. My high cheek bones were gently dusted with blush, my eyes outlined in black. I looked just like a goddess. If only someone could see me this way.

As I traced my skin, I felt an intense longing deep within my pelvis that ached heavily in the absence of a lover. I pondered why with skin so soft and silky, why I lacked an endless supply of suitors feverishly clamoring to caress me, especially around the smooth and sumptuous curve of my bottom. I turned slightly to expose my wonderful rump and smiled while tenderly squeezing it, my nails digging into the sensitive skin and eliciting a hiss from my mouth. It would be impossible for Devon to ignore me now that I was enhanced and full of flavor. His hands might reach for my luscious red hair, newly dyed to resemble the fire of desire rooted in my loins. My beautiful locks hung down in large curls and landed on top of my pear shaped breasts that were perky in the dim candle lit room. The skin surrounding my heavenly nipples sparkled like gold every time I turned to admire each side.

I just wanted to reach down and caress my delicious tulip that was now engorged with greed for the delectable wand just waiting for me at work...

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I shook my head.

Dusk was fast approaching and I didn't have any of the tasks done that I was supposed to finish an hour before closing. The place I worked for was a lucrative trading business that partnered with overseas clients for incoming and outgoing products. All sorts of goods were shipped through our company from shoes to clothing to cars. Anything that was worth anything was sent using our boats because we were the most environmentally friendly and the most reliable shipping business on the globe. My boss, Devon Bloom, was an absolute hunk, his physique was comparable to Adonis. Much of his body was finely chiseled from years of care and building, his skin tan from multiple trips to the beach each year. I had been eying him since I was first hired a year ago and couldn't seem to keep my gaze from lingering over to his office every half hour of the day.

He was who I had been thinking about just this morning while I was getting ready for work, my eyes drinking in every bit of my appetizing form in hopes that he might notice me today. My new make-up, hair, and jewelry had already won over a few compliments from others around the office, so why wouldn't he also admire them? I had been so lost in my thoughts which prolonged my procrastination, the thought causing my fingers to twitch over the keyboard as I tried to regain my concentration. My eyes lost focus of the screen and trailed across the desk to Devon's office. He was still working diligently unlike me who was only imagining my own body vividly while aching for his.

I watched him through the glass as he wrapped up the last batch of calls for the evening, noticing his discontent after that last one. He tossed his cell phone across the room and it shattered against the wall. I guess I'd have to order him a new one again. If I didn't have these tasks done in the next ten minutes, he might yell at me. I was sure

to be punished in some humiliating way like being scolded in front of the entire office the following afternoon when I would least expect it. I quickly pushed that thought out of my head as I typed vigorously into my laptop. I noticed his figure moving out of my peripheral vision and started to panic, making a number of mistakes in one of the memos I was typing up for him that was to be sent out before the next morning.

It looked like I was going to be pulling another coffee-driven work night at home.

As Devon came out of his office, he tossed a few files on to my desk and waved his arms in a frustrated manner.

“I don't get what it's going to take to get those guys to come to our side of business,” he said sternly while firmly crossing his arms over his chest. “It's like they don't want good service.”

I nodded, but kept my eyes firmly on the screen before me, hoping he wouldn't notice that I was behind on all of my work. As I typed, Devon watched me with curious eyes. A tingle rippled between my thighs, causing the taut skin to twitch. What was he staring at?

“Did you dye your hair, Miss Andrea?” he asked while leaning forward.