Trick…or Treat?

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Happy Halloween! I hope you enjoy this super short story.   Fair warning…it is totally and completely NSFW. Emphasis on NOT.

 

Ding-dong.

Olivia Watterson-McConnell opened the door and grinned down at the pint-sized Red Riding Hood standing on the front porch of Bondage & Breakfast, which to most people looked like a private home.  Her mother stood at the bottom of the steps with a dog wearing a large tag that read Big Bad Wolf.

The little red-haired girl looked up at her, her mouth wide open. “You’re a princess!”

Olivia’s husband Gabe—a sadistic dominant— slipped an arm around her waist and smiled gently down at the girl. “She is, isn’t she?”

The child bit her lip. “Are you a prince?”

“He is, and he’s my prince,” Olivia replied.  She crouched down and spoke in a half-whisper as she put a package of chocolate candies in the girl’s picnic-basket Halloween bag.  “He’s handsome, isn’t he?”

“He’s kind of old,” the little girl said. “But he’s okay, I guess.”

Olivia smothered a laugh as the little girl skipped down the stairs to her mother, then turned and said thank you.

Gabe closed the door and backed her up against it, his mouth at her neck.  “You think that’s funny, Princess?”

She shivered as his teeth grazed her skin. “I…uh….”

Gabe laughed, low and dark.  “That’s what I thought.  Before we get another munchkin at the door, it’s time for a quick trick or treat. I’ll let you choose which you’d like.”

Olivia hesitated. Her husband was diabolical, so she wasn’t sure a trick was really a trick and a treat was really a treat.  She decided to hedge her bets. “You choose, Master.”

He tsked. “My will is for you to decide. Quickly, my love.”

Oh, bollocks. “I choose treat, Master.”

He grinned. “Excellent.  Turn around, palms flat against the door.”

Though nerves made her shiver, she did as he ordered.

“Good girl.” He came close behind her, his body pressed against hers as he lifted her floor-length skirt. She didn’t have panties on, because he hadn’t allowed them. He bit her earlobe, then held something up in her line of vision. “Your princess plug, my Princess. A treat, because I know how much you love it.”

Gah. Not the little one he sometimes had her wear when they were out, but the big one with the jewel that matched her eyes and the color of her gown.  She shuddered as he pressed it against her flesh, then steadily slid it past the tight ring of muscle without letting her get used to it in small increments. He’d lubed it up but standing as she was, with her feet close together, it felt huge going in. And he was right, damn him. She hated it, but oh, she loved it.

The doorbell rang again, and he dropped her skirt.

 ***

Gabe wiped his hands with antiseptic wet wipes he’d set on the table in the foyer, then opened the door. This time, they had two visitors, Black Widow and Captain America.  They were holding hands with a man who looked like Nick Fury. The little boy sighed. “A princess. Why girls gotta be princesses?” His sister reached around him and punched him. “Mama says girls can be whatever they want to be, just like I want to be a super hero.” Her father cleared his throat, and she dropped her hand. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Shaking his head wryly, he put his hands on their backs, and the kids held out their buckets.  “Trick or treat!”

Gabe grinned and looked at Olivia, whose face was a lovely shade of pink. “What do you think, my princess? Trick or treat for our two guests?”

Her voice was husky and her usually faint British accent was more pronounced, which always happened when she was aroused. “Superheroes definitely deserve treats.”

“Agreed,” he said, and as he held their container of candy, she took four packages and put two in each child’s bag.

They said their thanks, their father grinned, and then they were gone.

Gabe closed the door.  “Now, love. Trick… or treat?”

She raised a brow at him. “Are we going to do this each time we have a visitor?”

“That’s up to me, now isn’t it?”

“Yes, Master.” She dipped her eyes. “This time, I choose trick.”

Satisfaction flowed through him at both her submission and her choice. “Mmm. I was hoping you would.”  He opened the drawer in the side table and lifted out a butterfly vibe, showing it to her.  “Hold onto my shoulders.”

With trepidation in her eyes, she did as he asked.  He tapped each ankle in turn and she lifted each foot. He wiggled the thing up, then strapped the toy in place.  He flicked the remote in his pocket, and as it buzzed he settled it where he wanted it.  He knew it was right where it would torment her the most when she whimpered.  His cock hardened.

He could see a flashlight halfway down the block, so he didn’t have much time.  He dropped her skirts again and rapidly brought her to the edge of orgasm twice, but he didn’t let her go over. She was trembling when he stopped, but by the time the doorbell rang again, she was in control. Mostly.

Olivia opened the door with a smile, to a plump little pumpkin and her parents—all three of them—who waited at the foot of the stairs.

Gabe knew this trio, had seen them several times in the restaurant attached to the inn in the special section known only to those in their particular community, though he hadn’t realized they had a child. He squatted down to the adorable girl. “Hey, pumpkin.”

She giggled. “That’s what mama and mommy and daddy call me.”

He smiled at that and, as he stood, he acknowledged the trio with a nod. They smiled back. They knew who he was, too.

“Here you go, baby,” Olivia said. She dropped three packages of candy into the girl’s bag. “Happy Halloween.”

As the little girl raced down the steps to her waiting parents, Gabe set Olivia’s vibe to the lowest setting and stifled a laugh when she made a small eep and glared at him. She closed the door quickly, and he backed her against the door again.

He swiped a finger down her nose. “Relax. They know what goes on here. Didn’t you recognize them? They’re the trio that made me think about giving you that threesome with Mistress Miranda for Valentine’s day.”

She flushed deep red but nipped at his finger, which made him laugh and made him hard. “Bad girl. Hands behind your head.”

She did, which pushed her breasts out toward him.  The gown she wore was actually a skirt with a real corset, and not a cheap costume one, so she hadn’t needed a bra.  He lifted one breast out until her nipple was bared to him, and then he sucked the tip into his mouth and bit. Not lightly, but enough to leave teeth marks in her soft skin, framing the nipple that stood up, hard and aroused.

“Master!”

She loved having that done as much as he loved doing it, the perfect masochist to his sadist.  He twisted the nipple and she wobbled, but he steadied her. He’d always steady her, this woman who owned his heart just as much as he owned hers.  Gently, he tucked her breast back inside the dress, and lifted the other out, giving it the same treatment.

The doorbell rang yet again, and he covered her up.

 ***

Bloody hell, he was killing her. To calm her racing heart, she sucked in a breath—which rubbed her sore nipples against the corset, a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable—and opened the door.  There was an entire group of elementary school aged kids and, as she counted, she laughed. “They’re not all yours, are they?” she asked the woman standing with them.

“Goodness, no. But they decided they wanted to do a group costume, so here we are. Snow White and the seven dwarves.”

“Excellent costumes,” she said as she dropped four bags of candies into each proffered basket.

Gabe hooked his arm over her shoulder and grinned as they all wandered back down the walkway singing Whistle While You Work.

He closed the door, turned to her. “Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing,” he said softly. “We’re almost out of candy.”

That was her plan, because holy guacamole, he was making it hard to focus on the kids.  “I’m sorry, Master?”

He flicked the butterfly vibe on low. “I’m not. How much longer do we do this?”

Though it was hard to focus with the plug in her ass and the vibe against her clit, she glanced at the clock in the hallway. “Another half hour, or we turn the light out when we’re out of candy.”

The doorbell rang again, and Gabe swore under his breath and turned the vibe off. It eased some of her sexual tension, as did the fact that he looked like he was just about done handing out candy. She opened the door to a girl dressed just like her, sitting in a wheelchair.

“Princess!” the little girl said. Her brown skin glowed with some kind of shimmery makeup, but the sparkle in her eyes rivaled that. “We’re both princesses.”

Wryly grateful that her submissive training had prepared her to kneel while wearing a butt plug, Olivia got on the girl’s level. “You’re quite the beautiful princess. Have you found your prince charming?”

The little girl wrinkled her nose. “Boys are icky. Can I find a Princess Charming instead?”

The girl’s mother laughed, and Olivia smiled. “That works too.”

The girl looked solemnly at Gabe. “Is he your Prince Charming?”

She stood, took Gabe’s hand and leaned against him. “He certainly is.”

“He’s not too icky.”

Her mother looked aghast, but Olivia just laughed. “That’s exactly what I think, too.”  She put five pieces of candy into the girl’s bucket, and wished her a happy Halloween.

Once the door was closed, Gabe growled, tossed the nearly empty basket of candy on the table, and turned off the porch light, locking the door.  With his hand collaring the side of her neck, he guided her into his study, then pointed to the floor in front of his desk. “Not too icky?”

“Well, you do get pretty icky when you’re working in the garden,” she said as she knelt, tossing him a cheeky grin.  “But you’re still my Prince Charming.”

He wound his fingers through her hair and tightened them. “I’m your Prince? Then lick my crown,” he ordered, unzipping his trousers.

She laughed, but the sound died in her throat as he fucked into her mouth, deeply.  And when he thumbed on the vibe, the moan that came from her was embarrassing.

“That’s right,” he said, laughing darkly. “No coming until I say you can come.”

She closed her eyes and gave in to the sensation of being so thoroughly used. It was freeing, and glorious, and she loved it. She felt him move, but didn’t realize what he’d done until her skirt hit the floor around her knees and she felt air on her naked ass. She smiled around the cock in her mouth, then gasped when he hit her with a crop she hadn’t seen, and therefore hadn’t expected. He struck her several times in rapid succession, setting her ass on fire and inflaming her desire. When she groaned, he drove his cock into her throat, gagging her.

Desperate arousal flooded her and she whimpered as he withdrew, letting her breathe.  “Master, please. Please may I come?”

“Hmmm, not yet.”  He fucked into her mouth a few more strokes, then drew her to her feet and bent her over his desk.  He held her down easily, and she didn’t struggle. Oh, she wanted this, so very much. He played against her skin for a few moments, teasing her with painful pinches and sadistic slaps which kept her aroused but gave her a moment to back away from the precipice so she could follow his order not to come.

And then he let loose, thrusting into her in a single long glide that nearly sent her right over the edge. As he stroked in, he pulled the butt plug out, alternating which he was doing until she was being fucked in both places.  She was breathing hard and sweating.

He was breathing hard, too, obviously on edge himself.  He leaned over her, pressing himself against her, putting his hand in front of her face as he thumbed the vibrator to max. “Come for me, Princess,” he ordered, and with those demanding words, he spurted into her in long, hot streams, setting off her own orgasm.

She tumbled into oblivion, his weight heavy against her, making her feel safe and secure and loved. He stirred, then bit her neck, right on his favorite spot. As he slipped out of her, spent, he scooped her up and carried her over to his chair, and together they snuggled in it until their breathing returned to mostly normal.

“You okay?” he asked softly, stroking her skin.

“I am, Master.” She burrowed close, felt his cock stir once again and knew their night wasn’t over yet. “So, was that a trick or a treat?”

He kissed her, and grinned his bad-boy grin.  “Yes.”

 

Trick … or Treat? Copyright ©2016 by Jodie Griffin

A Forbidden Obsessions Valentine

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Happy Valentine’s Day, readers! Today, I’m participating in a blog hop that was the brainchild of Tamsen Parker and Rebecca Grace Allen.  The #ValentinesRewind was set up as a chance to spend more time with characters you’ve already met, and also give you the chance to win some really cool prizes.  

For my Rewind, I decided to give Gabe and Olivia (from Forbidden Obsessions) a fantasy scene.  I hope you enjoy Gabe’s special surprise. Fair warning…it is totally and completely NSFW. Emphasis on NOT.

 

A Forbidden Obsessions Valentine

 

The dress shop owner hung Gabe’s selections for Olivia on the hooks and stepped back outside the dressing room with a small grin on her face.  He grinned back, then followed his woman into the lushly-appointed space, closing the door behind him with a soft snick.  As he turned to her, he hid a smile at her slightly panicked look.

“Gabe! What are you doing? You have to wait outside.”

He gave her the face she called, in her brattier moments, his Dom of the Castle look.  Single raised brow, mocking smile. Then he strode forward, tugging the cuffs of his dress shirt from under his suit coat.

She obviously recognized the look and got his meaning, because she flushed and stepped backward. “Sir, here?”

A perfectly trained sub she was not, but she’d come a long way in the time they’d been together.  He continued forward, crowding her space. “Yes, here. Take the dress off, Olivia.’

She started to step back again but checked the motion, which pleased him inordinately.  “I can do this myself, Master.”

“Oh, I know you can, princess.  I’m just here to… help.”  He skimmed a knuckle down her cheek, then pinched her chin lightly. “And you know what it does to me when you call me Master.”

She flushed a becoming pink, but a hiss escaped from between her teeth. “What if she comes back and finds you in here…helping?”

By she, Olivia meant the shop owner, and she definitely would because she was in on this whole scene he’d planned.  Miranda was a friend and a bisexual Domme, though for whatever reason she and Olivia hadn’t yet crossed paths. This scene was both an early Valentine’s gift to Olivia and an object lesson in trusting him to keep her safe, no matter where or when he chose to exercise his will.

He leaned closed and stage-whispered in his fiancée’s ear. “And what if she does?”

He could practically see the wheels spinning her head.  She did trust him, fully and completely—with scenes inside known play spaces like Bondage and Breakfast, the kink club they’d gone to when they’d vacationed at the beach, and like-minded friends’ homes.  But she wasn’t comfortable with public play.  She hadn’t made it a limit—hard, or soft— which told him she wanted it but couldn’t make the final leap of faith that she wouldn’t be exposed.  He understood that, had seen her frustration with herself over it, and he’d been thinking over the best way to help her through that fear.  This was what he’d come up with.

Olivia bit her lip and then lowered her voice. “But Master, the rope.”

He’d tied her in a corset before leaving the house, not so tight she’d lose circulation, but tight enough she’d wear his marks for longer than five minutes. The weight of her submission lay heavy on his shoulders as he studied her carefully.  Her face was still flushed, not white with fear. Color sat high on her cheekbones and dusted across her chest.  She was anxious, but not scared. Truth be told, her slight case of nerves turned him on, sadist that he was.  If he saw true fear, he’d pull the plug on the whole damn scene, but this? This was delicious. “The green is the perfect foil for your skin, really.” He sharpened his voice and crossed his arms over his chest, enjoying himself immensely. “I’d like to see it now.”

He could practically see red sitting on the tip of her tongue as she searched his face for …something.  He rarely needed to remind her she had a safe word anymore, because she did trust him and she’d learned he wouldn’t be mad at her if she used it. Disappointed, maybe, because he was only human. But never angry, because their dynamic was based on full consent. If she was truly unhappy, so was he, and he’d made damn sure she knew that down to her very soul.   He loved what kink brought to their lives, but he loved her more.

After a long moment, she let out a shuddery breath and began unbuttoning her dress with trembling hands. “Yes, Master.”

Satisfaction flowed through him. A small concession but a huge victory in that she hadn’t looked around to see if anyone could possibly see them, hadn’t investigated the mirrors or looked for cameras.  She’d looked only to him as she’d decided whether or not to follow his orders.

As though he were her anchor in a roiling sea.

For a dominant, it didn’t get any better than that.

She was well aware he was a neat-freak and she did as was required at home, folding her dress and setting it on one of the chairs.  She turned back and locked eyes with him, then lowered her gaze and bowed her head, sinking gracefully to her knees, her thighs spread and her palms face up on them.

Christ, she knew exactly how to slay him, and his voice went thick as he praised her. “Beautifully done, love.”

He walked around her twice, slowly and deliberately, stopping just beside her.  She wore nothing but the rope, her princess plug and some panties, and those only because she’d told him in that oh-so-crisp British accent of hers that she’d not try on clothes in a shop without her knickers because that was disgusting, thank you very much. He’d laughed and allowed her a pair of bikini undies, but he’d made her use a plug and a crotch rope to keep her focused on her submission. He’d tied her so kneeling would put some additional tension on the knot and, as he’d hoped, it sat right over her clit.

Perfect.

There was a soft knock on the door.  Olivia didn’t know it, but Miranda had closed the shop for the afternoon, so no one else was in the store but the three of them.

“Come in,” he replied. Though he and Olivia had picked out a few everyday vanilla dresses together, he’d also called ahead and asked Miranda to suggest some of her kinkier stock for Olivia.

As the door opened, Olivia started to rise, but then she sucked in a breath and sat back down on her heels—which tightened the crotch rope again, causing her to hiss and him to grin—then she exhaled on a shuddery breath. Goose bumps rose over her flesh invitingly.

Miranda quirked a grin at him over Olivia’s lowered head, then schooled her face into a bland expression.  “I brought the other things you wanted to see, Mr. McConnell. Some of them are hard to fasten. I’d be happy to assist you, in any way you’d like.”

“Thank you. We’d appreciate that.” He reached down, gathered Olivia’s long hair into his fist, and then tugged her head back gently.  “On your feet, princess.”

She rose as gracefully as she’d gone to her knees, but with her standing, he could see the color across her cheeks and her chest had deepened to a dull red.

The sadist in him thrilled to that. He let the power flow through him, growling into her ear. “Good girl.”

***

Liv tried not to freak out, but it was hard. Some stranger who didn’t understand anything about their lifestyle was standing here, watching and probably judging her as she followed Master’s orders. God, she hated feeling this expos—

He stepped behind her, still holding her hair in his fist, and set his teeth at the dip in her shoulder. She shuddered at the first touch, her mind going sideways. Then when he bit down, all rational thoughts fled from her head, and she couldn’t hold back her groan—or the rush of heat between her thighs.

He laughed darkly and slid a finger under the rope, tugging on the strand between her cheeks, pulling it and letting it loose. The knot rubbed against her clit and the rest of the rope pushed against her plug. A desperate sound escaped her.

“Who decides, love?” He continued to rock the rope, tormenting her as he questioned her, his breath hot against her skin. She didn’t know if she wanted more or if she wanted him to stop, but it didn’t matter what she wanted. She knew that, and it only made her burn hotter.  He tugged her head back against his shoulder.  “Who’s in charge?”

When she didn’t answer immediately, he twisted the rope between her legs tighter, which sent her up on her tippy-toes with a gasp. “You, Master. You are.”

A soft, feminine chuckle had her heart stuttering. And when Master let out another dark laugh, a shudder started in her legs and worked its way up. God. God, how could she have forgotten they had an audience? How could she let herself—

He let go of her hair, his hand sliding around to cover her throat lightly, his thumb caressing her neck as he held her in place against his body.  Her mind dropped back into that lovely calm space, as it always did when he exerted his dominance. Then he slipped his other hand free from the crotch rope, sliding it between her back and his front to undo the knot at the base of the corset.  The soft yet scratchy rope played against her skin as he tugged it free of its hold.  She shuddered, her body melting against her Master, yielding to his control.

“Like that, do you?” His words were softly mocking but she knew he wanted an honest answer.  He always wanted an honest answer.

“Oh, yes, Master.” She tried to turn her head into his chest, to look up at him so he could see the truth of it. He allowed it, and she rubbed her cheek against his suit coat, inhaling the scent of him, as though she were marking him like a cat. “Please?”

She wasn’t sure what she was asking for, but locked gaze to gaze with him, she saw the corner of his eyes crinkle. He let the crotch rope drop and the next thing she knew, his hand was inside the front of her knickers, his fingers teasing her entrance.

Oh, yes, this. She wanted this.  “Master, please.”

Still holding her against him, he knocked her leg wider and then buried his fingers deep inside her, rubbing one knuckle against her most sensitive spot. As attuned to her as he was, it never took him long to find it—or to get her to the point where she was clinging to the edge of orgasm with everything she had.

But she wasn’t allowed to come without permission, so she fought it, twisting in his grip, straining her muscles with the almost-impossible task.

“That’s right, princess. No coming unless I say you can. Hold it.”

A whimper escaped her, and his knowing laugh made her want to hit him. She knew what would happen if she made that wrong choice, and no thank you. So instead she begged him. “Please, Master. Please let me come.”

“Not yet.”

Of course not. He never let her come right away. Sometimes, she wished that—

As though he had a direct line to her thoughts, he flexed his fingers against her neck, tightening them ever so slightly so she knew, knew she was completely under his control, and then he bit her shoulder again, this time harder. She cried out, and he withdrew his fingers from her warmth. She made another noise, this time of protest, and he slammed his fingers back in, fucking her faster with them. The need grew, and grew, and grew until —

Now,” he growled.

Her body went rigid as her orgasm flashed over, then she collapsed against him, sated.

***

Gabe knew how Olivia thought — one and done— but he knew better. Hell, she should know better by now. One was barely a warm-up, and she was quite capable of going the distance.  He didn’t stop tormenting her, instead switched hands, sliding the fingers that had been inside her into her mouth. “Suck me, baby.”  Then he slid his free hand in between their bodies and started playing with the anal plug.

She ran her talented tongue around his fingers and between them, licking them and sucking as though she’d never get another chance. He wished he could be in two places at once, because his dick wanted some of that action.  Instead, he refocused his own needs and bit her again, tugging at her skin.

She’d have both teeth marks and a bruise later, and that thought sent satisfaction rushing through him.

It didn’t take long before her arousal caught fire again. He kept teasing her, whispering all the dirty things he’d like to do to her as he fucked her ass with the anal plug and her mouth with his fingers.  She twisted against him, almost as if she hadn’t just had an explosive orgasm, but he knew it would take more than he alone could give her in this position to make her come again.

That’s where Miranda came in.

On one of their very first dinners at Bondage and Breakfast, Olivia had witnessed a threesome with two women and a man.  He’d asked her if the thought of three turned her on, but she’d given a vague answer. He remembered, though, how fascinated Olivia had been by the two women together.  That thought had tormented him for months.

He hated the thought of another man touching Olivia, but a woman, in a limited scene? Tempting. A few weeks ago, while they lay in bed after finishing off a bottle of good wine, they’d talked about fantasies, and he’d brought that scene up. When she’d admitted she kept thinking about it and wondered what it’d be like to be that woman in the middle, he was sunk.

He turned Olivia’s face toward his and kissed her deeply, tasting her essence on her lips and tongue. “You with me, love?”

She made a noise in the affirmative, and when she spoke, her voice was rough with passion. “Please, Master. I need—”

“I know what you need.”  He nuzzled her cheek, then caught Miranda’s eye and gave a small nod.

“I’m available to assist you in any way, Mr. McConnell.”

“Thank you, Miranda. Please take off Olivia’s panties. They’re in the way.”

Olivia tensed in his arms and her breath hitched. “Mas—”

Things could come to a crashing halt right now, or his woman would roll with her fantasy come to life. He was betting on the latter, but prepared for the former. He pinched her chin, locked eyes with her. “Who makes the decisions?”

She started to tremble but dipped her eyes in acknowledgement. “Y-you do, Master.”

“That’s right, princess. I do. And I say Miranda is going to take off your panties.” Considering this was new territory for both of them, he added a reminder, as much to himself as to her. “Use your safe word if you need to, understood?” When she nodded, he gave the go ahead.  “Please continue, Miranda.”

“My pleasure.”  Miranda crouched in front of Olivia and skimmed her hands lightly up Olivia’s calves and then thighs. “Mmm. She’s lovely.”  She hooked her fingers into the sides of Olivia’s panties and drew them down until they lay on the floor around her ankles. “And she’s very, very wet. Her panties are drenched, and I can smell her arousal.”

Olivia let out a small dismayed sound, which only amped up Gabe’s desire to gain her full submission. He lightly smacked her thigh. “Step out of those.”

When she did, he carefully undid the rope corset as Miranda watched. As expected, Olivia closed her eyes and drifted back into ropespace, and again he nodded at Miranda. Together, they stroked Olivia’s skin, and when her body swayed, he lifted her and moved to the chaise with her in his lap, all soft and pliant.

“Lucky guy,” Miranda said softly, pulling a small foot stool close as they’d planned.

“That I am,” he replied. When Olivia started to stir, he slouched on the bottom end of the chaise, then shifted her so she straddled his lap, her head on his shoulder, her nose buried against his neck. This would be the perfect view to watch Miranda play with Olivia’s body, to see his lover come awake under the Domme’s touch.  But first, she needed to be a bit more aware. He laid one arm across Olivia’s chest and started playing with her nipples, then tucked the other under her thigh to wiggle the plug in her ass.

She blinked her eyes open and made the most kitten-like noise he’d ever heard from her.  With a grin, he spread his knees so her legs opened wider, baring her completely to Miranda’s view.

Once again, he shared a look with Miranda and the Domme leaned forward and went to work, biting a path up the inside of Olivia’s thigh.

Olivia was still a bit out of it and though she sighed contentedly, she started lifting her hips for more. If there was one thing that set Olivia off, it was biting. He didn’t mind, as it was one of his favorite things to do to her, and he’d shared that with Miranda.

When he tweaked her nipple and jiggled the butt plug, realization washed over Olivia’s face.  She was smart, his woman. If his hands are there and there, and his mouth is right there, then who… Her eyes flew open, and her mouth widened into a wide O. He lifted his hand from her breast long enough to turn her face to his, holding it there.  “She’s going to bite you, and lick you, and fuck you with her mouth and her hand. But you will not come, understand? You’re going to hold it, like the good girl you are, and then you’re going to ask permission.”

She made a desperate noise, and he released her gaze to look down the length of her torso. He fought a grin. Miranda hadn’t paused a beat during his explanation, and right now her fingers were buried deep inside Olivia’s body, and her tongue was lashing at Olivia’s clit.

“I…yes, Master.” Her voice went up an octave as Miranda did something to her, amusing him.

“I’m so glad we understand each other.”  He kissed her nose, nipped her chin, and went right back to twisting her nipples and pinching her skin with one hand, and torturing her with the anal plug with the other.

“Edge, Master,” Olivia panted.  “Oh, God. Please let me come.”

He tsked. “You know better than that.  We’re just beginning.”

He eased off, giving her a few moments to compose herself.  They brought her to the edge several more times, pausing in between the rounds of orchestrated torture so she didn’t go over.  At this point, though, she wasn’t the only one being tortured.  His dick ached so much, it felt like those first few weeks before he’d taken Olivia like he’d wanted to. And Miranda’s color was high, as well, so it was a good thing they had a plan.

Then the shop doorbell rang.

***

God, God, God, God. Liv’s head was fuzzy and her body screamed for release, but the doorbell was a splash of cold water. She tensed, and she heard Gabe’s growled curse.

“Give me two minutes,” Miranda muttered.  “It’s probably the delivery that should’ve been here an hour ago. I’ll be right back.” She left the room and closed the door tightly behind her.

Gabe drew her legs together and turned her so she was on her knees between his splayed legs. He was sprawled on the chaise, his coat off, his tie loosened and his hair mussed, his feet on the floor. In that position, the bulge under the placket of his zipper was unmistakable. His color was high, and his grey eyes glittered with barely-restrained lust.  “Don’t worry about whoever’s out there. Unzip my trousers. I want your mouth on me, now.”

His roughly uttered demand spurred her submission, and she freed him with shaky hands.  He’d gone commando under his trousers, and his cock lay thick and heavy against his stomach. She rubbed her face against him, then opened her mouth, looking up at him, waiting the way he liked her to wait.

“Christ, you’re trying to kill me.” Leaning up on an elbow, he grabbed her hair and fucked into her mouth, shallowly at first.  “Lick me like you licked my fingers earlier.”

She did. Oh, God, she did, sucking him into her mouth and halfway down her throat. The tighter he held her head where he wanted it, the wetter she got. And when she heard the door behind her open, she didn’t give a single damn who it was.

Let them watch.

There was a whisper of air as someone reached around her and squeezed her breast.  Miranda? Liv’s eyes dipped down. A feminine hand, and as she felt breasts brush against her back, another rush of heat flooded her.

She could not believe Master had orchestrated this, but all thoughts fled as he shifted his grip and pulled her head closer, fucking into her throat. He held her there for a quick moment, and then released her so she could breathe. He did it again, this time going deeper, holding her a little longer. She gagged around him and her core clenched, hard.

He laughed, that dark laugh she loved so much, the one that said he knew exactly, exactly what that did to her—and that he planned to do it again.

He did, only this time, she felt a hand between her legs, parting her.  When he fucked into her mouth, Miranda’s hand fucked into her pussy. She groaned and then she gagged and then—

“Jesus, she likes it when you gag her with your cock. She flooded my hand and squeezed the shit out of my fingers.”

He pulled back, stroking his thumb over the tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. He smiled at her, a sweet smile at odds with the depraved things he was doing to her, but he always tempered his sadistic acts with loving gestures and words. “Mmm, yes. She likes being used every bit as much as I like using her. She’s a dirty, dirty girl, and she’s perfect.”

Embarrassed but pleased heat flashed over her, and she leaned her head forward, hiding her face behind her hair.

He laughed, then, and pulled her up the length of his body until she lay against his chest. He kissed her mouth, hard and sweet, and squeezed her ass tight with both hands before lowering her onto his cock.

With the plug in her ass, and aroused and swollen as she was, being filled by him was exhilaratingly painful. She dropped her head back, closing her eyes and breathing through it, then was startled when she felt a whisper of silk against her legs.  She looked over her shoulder and, in the mirror, saw Miranda behind her, also straddling Master’s thighs.  Her skirt was rucked up, and she wore a belt of some kind around her hips.  That was the only glance she got, because Miranda squeezed Olivia’s nipples, pulling them tightly. A shocked squeal escaped and she leaned forward, trying to shift away from the pain, but Miranda only laughed and came forward with her, still holding her nipples.

She was trapped between Master at her front, and Miranda at her back.

Master bit her lower lip and gripped her hips, his eyes glittering again. “Hold on to the back of the chaise, and do not let go. If you let go, everything stops.” He bucked his hips and fucked her hard, once, twice, three times. “Including this. Understood?”

She answered on a sob. “Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.  Here we go.”

She might be on top, but he was completely in control. He fucked her, slow at first, then harder, teasing her, drawing it out. And then Miranda began to move against her, pushing against her when Master pulled back.  That didn’t really do anything for her, but if Master wanted—

She screamed as the plump, buzzing head of a vibrator landed between her ass cheeks and against the stainless steel princess plug there.

The vibrations. Oh, God, the vibrations. Every time Miranda pushed against her, it made the vibrations stronger. Then she’d back off, and Master would fuck into her again. Back and forth, taking turns until her entire body was coiled on the edge of something immense, something she wasn’t sure she could hold back, even on the threat of punishment.  “Please. Please. Please.

Master growled his answer, the cords on his neck standing out. “Not until I come, and not until Miranda comes. Then you may come.”

Her whole body was alive with feeling, riding right on the edge of orgasm, but she couldn’t do anything to make them move faster or come faster. Master held her hips and Miranda held her breasts, and all she could do was take it. Her entire focus was on not coming, not without permission.

Christ.” Master groaned, holding her tight against him as he came inside her in long, warm, spurts. His chest heaved, and he pulled her close, locking his mouth onto hers.

Miranda came next, her muscles going tight against Liv’s body as she breathed in short bursts, her body heavy against Liv’s back.  The added weight sent stronger vibrations through the butt plug, and finally, finally, Master spoke.

“Come for me, princess. Now.”

She shattered into a million pieces, her entire body going limp and boneless. She thought she was done, surely she was done, but Master turned her slightly, and then Miranda set the giant vibrator against her clit. She came again, three more times before they showed mercy on her and shut it off.

She floated in a haze of satisfaction, words billowing around her, but she made no sense of them.  She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, but eventually her surroundings started to filter back in. Master’s wrinkled shirt beneath her cheek. His hand, rubbing up and down the naked skin of her back—but not on her scars. He knew better, and he was always so careful with her, even when he was being sadistic. Especially when he was being sadistic. Contentment filled her, and she tucked her head under his chin, unwilling to move yet.

He laughed lightly and sat up, pulling her with him, lifting her chin to examine her face. He kissed her nose. “I see you’re back with me, princess. You doing okay?” He opened a bottle of water and held it up to her lips.  “Drink some of this.”

She took a sip, then several long gulps of water. “Thank you, Master.”

“My pleasure, love.” He fed her a piece of chocolate, too, and as the sugar hit her system, she became more aware.

There was a blanket around her, so she was naked, but covered. But a blanket, here in a dress shop? She blinked, then frowned at him.

He laughed, rubbing his thumb over the furrow in her brow. “Confused?”

She scowled. “Yes, Master.”

There was a soft knock at the door.  “Come in,” he said.

It was Miranda, and she was carrying a small plate of bite sized sandwiches. Liv felt herself flush. This woman had…God.

Miranda laughed softly and set the plate down. “I think maybe introductions are in order.”

Gabe grinned. “I think you’re right. Princess, meet Mistress Miranda. She’s the owner of this shop, and co-owner of a dungeon in Maryland. Miranda, my lovely submissive and my soon-to-be wife, Olivia.”

Miranda glanced at Gabe, and when he nodded, she came close and tucked her hand under Liv’s chin. To her utter shock, Miranda kissed her on the mouth, much as Master did, then ran her knuckles down Liv’s cheek. “Thank you for including me, Gabe. It was an incredible afternoon.”

Liv’s head spun, partly from the woman’s kiss, and partly from the confusion.  “Master? I don’t understand.”

He tugged a lock of her hair. “It was your fantasy, and I didn’t know what to get you for Valentine’s Day. So I got you this.”

It took her a moment, and then—“You set this all up?”

He grinned. “Guilty as charged.”

She blinked. “I thought we were here to try on clothes.”

Miranda’s voice came from behind them, a dry humor in her words. “I sure hope you are. I closed the shop this afternoon at your Master’s request to ensure privacy, and he promised he’d make up for any losses by buying you a bunch of new things.”

Her world tipped sideways as she stared at the man she loved more than anyone in the world. “You made sure no one would see us. I was afraid—”

All amusement dropped from his face as he resettled her so they could sit eye to eye. He cupped her cheek. “I promised you I’d never put you in a position where you might be exposed. I wanted to show you we can play in public without real fear of being found out. There’s always a chance—like an unexpected delivery at the door—but I will do everything in my power to keep that from happening. I know you were worried. I could see it in your face, and I’m so proud of you for working through the fear. You please me, princess. In every way.”

Instead of making her feel better, his words made her feel worse. She sniffled. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“For what, baby?”

She blinked back tears. “For not believing you.”

He kissed her again, then smiled gently. “If you didn’t believe I’d keep you safe, you’d have called red.  I know you know you can always safe out. I gave you the opportunity more than once today.  And you chose not to.  Sweetheart, it’s not me you didn’t trust. It was your own fear holding you back. You wanted this, and I know that. I just made it happen.”

She sniffed again. “I love you, Master.”

“I know.” His eyes twinkled, and then he let her off the hook. “I love you, too.”

There was a soft snick as the door closed. Miranda had left them alone, and there was a whole rack of clothes she hadn’t tried on yet.  She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her, then hopped off Gabe’s lap and padded over to them, flipping through things she knew she hadn’t picked out. She turned back to him.  “What are these?”

He grinned at her. “Some things Miranda thought I’d like to see on you.”

She held one up, looked at what couldn’t be more than two inches of fabric, then raised a brow. “I’m not quite sure this is my size.”

He held out his hand. “Don’t worry. You’ll see. Come eat something.”

She felt a tiny pang of disappointment, but went back to him and knelt on the floor at his feet. He fed her a sandwich, and she leaned against his leg, looking up at him.  Amusement played over his features, and warning bells went off.  “What’s that look for?”

He leaned forward, whispered in her ear. “We’re not nearly done yet, you and I …and Mistress Miranda. You’d best eat up, love.”

Almost impossibly, her core clenched as she flashed hot all over. More? Good lord. “I…yes, Master.”

“That’s my good girl.”

 The end….for now!

If you made it all the way through, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this visit with Gabe and Olivia and Mistress Miranda (who will, eventually, have her own story.) For another sexy story, hop onto he next stop to visit with Alyssa Cole.  Don’t forget … be sure to comment on each story to be eligible for the massive giveaway at the end, which includes PDF or ePub copies of all four of my Bondage and Breakfast books. Thanks for joining us for #ValentinesRewind! 

 

 

Forbidden Forevers: A Bondage & Breakfast Celebration

FForevers_CoverAs a special gift for my readers, I’ve written a (longer than expected!) short story with the main characters from all four Forbidden books.

In Forbidden Forevers, catch up with Gabe and his friends when he and Olivia throw a kinky New Year’s Eve party….

Download PDF here: Forbidden Forevers Free Read

 

 

 

Flash Fiction: Game for You

 

CJ Lemire posted a writing prompt at his website after a twitter conversation that went, as things often do, to the durty.  The challenge, to write a 500 word erotic flash fiction piece based on the game Clue.  Here’s my semi-NSFW take on it:

 

Game for You

“I cannot believe I let you rope me into this.”

I grinned at Janelle’s serendipitous choice of words, enjoying the tiny furrow between her delicately shaped brows. When she’s riled, I like soothing away her frustrations by creating tension of another kind. Good thing I’d already planned for this. “What? It’s good publicity for the library and the toy shop. And you volunteered.”

“An afternoon of board games with kids? What was I thinking? I don’t have that kind of patience.”

I laughed, running my nails down her neck, playing with the small charm in the hollow of her throat. “No patience? Guess we’ll have to work on that.”

She gave me side-eye as goose bumps rose on her skin, then her gaze flicked to the slightly-open door of the library’s community activity room. “What are you doing? Someone will see.”

I scraped my nails across the tops of her lush breasts, which were covered by a loose, flowing peasant top with an elastic neckline. With my back to the door, shielding her body, she was protected. No one could see me drag the neckline down to reach the pretty lace of her bra, which I rubbed back and forth against her nipple, making her squirm. “I’m playing with what’s mine, my lovely pet.”

She froze.

Our power-exchange dynamic had always been confined to home, never in public. But last week we’d come across a couple in a darkened doorway. He’d had his hand around the back of the girl’s neck, his thumb against her throat, his other hand under her skirt.  Janelle’s light brown skin had flushed a darker color, her nipples had gone rigid and I’d seen the desire in her dark eyes.

Today, the not-in-public thing was about to change.  I planned to push her edges but, as always, she had the final say in how far things went. “You have a safe word, love. Use it if you need to.”

She swallowed then nodded once, that sweet hint of red darkening her cheeks again.

Oh, yeah. “You know what made me think of this today?”

“No, Mistress.”

I reached into the bag I had slung across my body, pulled my hand out, then turned my palm face up and grinned. On it was a length of twisted turquoise.

Janelle blinked. “Rope?”

I led my lover to the small bathroom in the corner of the room, then took her inside, stripping her of her shirt and her skirt in under twenty seconds.

I wrapped the rope around her, tying her into a waist corset with a crotch rope. One that had a knot right at her ultra-sensitive clit.  I put my lips against hers, swallowing the moan she made as I tugged first the rope and then her nipples.

With much regret, I helped her dress.  “Not just rope, pet. Clue.  Mistress Scarlet, with the rope, in the Library.”

An unrestrained laugh burst from her.  “You win, Mistress.”

I nipped her neck. “And so do you. Later.”

 

Game for You, © Jodie Griffin, 2014

Let’s Talk Holiday Pervertables with Jeremy Kohler

This blog post was originally published on 12/13/13 at The Book Nympho:

Jodie:  “I’d like you to meet OFC Jeremy Kohler. He’s cop and a Dom and he has a fondness for using everyday objects to torture a submissive.”

Jeremy: “You say torture. I say….well, you’re right. Torture’s the right word.”   He grins, looking unrepentant.

Jodie:  “So how about you give us a list of your favorites?”

Jeremy: “Not sure I want to give away all my secrets, but sure. Here’s a few.  I like to start out with a kiss under the mistletoe.  Nothing sets a scene like deep, hot, wet kiss.  I know mistletoe in this sense isn’t a real pervertable, but…”

Jodie: “Can you tell us what you mean by pervertable?”

HolidayPervertables

Jeremy: “Yeah, taking something normal and using it for kinky play. White votive candles or white Hanukkah candles for wax play.  And clothespins. I love those and sometimes use them instead of regular nipple clamps. Plus, you can put them all over your sub’s body.”

Jodie:   “Good to know. What other holiday-themed items can you use as a pervertable?”

 snowman spatulaJeremy:  “Lots of things can be used for impact play, especially around the holidays.  Does your sub like to bake?  There are spatulas with Christmas tree cutouts in them. They leave a really nice mark on a sub’s bottom.  Wooden spoons are good too, with or without cutouts.”    A devilish grin crosses his face. “Do you have one of those long wooden cheese boards with a handle? Then you’ve got a paddle.  That would be especially fun if you’re throwing a holiday party at your house.  Before the guests arrive, give your sub a few well-placed swats.  Then, during the party, every time someone takes a piece of cheese from the board — washed after use, please! —   you can whisper in her ear, give her a wink, or even better, a squeeze of her tender ass.”

Gingerbread scrraperJodie:  “Sounds like you’ve done this before.”

Jeremy: *grins*  “A few times. “

Jodie: “What else do you have for us?”

Jeremy: “It’s winter, so scarves are great for blindfolds or bondage.  Wrapping presents? Tie your sub up with Christmas ribbon — but be sure to have safety scissors to get her free immediately if there are any circulation issues.  You want to have fun with this, not hurt anyone. Well, not in a bad way, anyway.”  He pauses, and his eyes light up.  “You can even drape garland around your sub and decorate her like a tree, or hang jingle bells from nipple clamps.”

Jodie:  *laughs*

Jeremy: *winks* “Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.”

Jodie: “What about for people who aren’t into pain at all?”

Jeremy: “The holidays are good for sensation play, too.  Evergreen boughs are prickly. Pastry brushes are soft.  Gloves can be soft or scratchy.  And if you’re into role playing, there’s always the fur on Santa’s—”

Jodie: *cuts Jeremy off*  “No! Don’t go there! Not listening!”

Jeremy: *grins evilly*  “Ho ho ho.”

© Jodie Griffin, 2013

Becca’s Christmas Fantasy

This writing was originally published as part of the Scorching Book Reviews Christmas Fantasy Event in December 2013. Rebeccah and Jeremy are characters from Matzoh and Mistletoe.

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Hi! I’m Rebeccah Rickman.  This is the first year I allowed myself to have a fantasy Christmas since I met Officer Jeremy Kohler five years ago.  You see, I’ve always been married when I’ve done my ride-along with him on Christmas Day. But this year?

This year, I’m single.

And this year, I found myself imagining what it would be like spending Christmas night with him. I don’t celebrate Christmas since I’m Jewish, but I’ve always loved bright, cheerful Christmas decorations and music and lights and food and… I could go on and on.  I love my own traditions, don’t get me wrong, but I can still appreciate other people’s celebrations, right?

Of course, that’s not the only reason I imagined spending Christmas with Jeremy. I mean, sexy guy, cop, black hair, hazel eyes, nice butt.  What’s not to like?

Where was I? Oh, right. Fantasies.   Heh.

This was the last one I had, on Christmas morning. Right before I went to meet him at the police station for our ride-along:

We’re in Jeremy’s house. I’ve been incredibly curious about where he lives, but I’m more focused on him than his house.  He’s smiling at me, that sexy smile that has always haunted my dreams.  He slides his big hand around the back of my neck and pulls me close.  “Wait here,” he murmurs in my ear, his voice brushing against my skin. “I have plans for you.”

I get goose bumps from his words or his touch or even just…him. He steps away from me to turn on the Christmas tree lights, and I suck in a deep breath. Oy, he’s potent.  He moves around the room with deadly grace, turning on the Christmas tree lights, starting a fire in the fireplace, putting soft music on. The room smells good, like evergreen and a little bit of cinnamon and apples. He steps away and comes back a minute later carrying a platter of food. He sets it beside a bottle of wine on a low table near the fire. 

At the sofa, he lifts a thick, fluffy blanket from the back and lays it out on the floor, folded several times.   With that devilish smile of his, he crooks his finger at me.

My heart races.  I follow his unspoken order, walking to him as though a string connects us. I stop in front of him, my back to the fire. It’s warm, welcome after a cold day. I open my mouth to speak, but he stops me with his finger against my lips.  I nod my understanding, and he smiles again.  His eyes are locked with mine as he unbuttons my sweater, his fingers slow but nimble. Soon, he’s got them all undone, and he nudges the sweater off my shoulders.  I’m wearing nothing but a cami underneath it, and as he pushes the sweater down my arms, he’s following with his lips.

Oh, God.  I had no idea I could be so turned on by something as simple as this. His tongue. Dear God, his tongue. I shiver.

He tosses my sweater to the sofa and pulls me forward, his finger hooked into the top of my cami. I catch him looking down at my cleavage, and to my surprise, his cheeks flush. But he takes my hands and puts them on the hem of his sweater, then raises his arms. 

I get to undress him? Yay!

I tug his sweater up and he bends slightly so I can pull it over his head.  Now he’s wearing nothing but a tight black tee-shirt, stretched across his wide chest.  I toss his sweater on top of mine on the sofa, but then I flounder. I’m a little nervous. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do next. I don’t know what he likes, or what he—

He drops onto the sofa and pulls me between his spread knees.  I look down, and his black dress trousers are tented.  It’s easy enough to see he’s aroused, and I feel a tiny thrill at knowing I did that to him.

He puts both hands on my hips and presses down. My eyes fly to his, and he looks at the floor. My heart stutters, but I drop to my knees, steadying myself with my hands on his thighs. I knew he had to be in good shape for his job, but holy cow, they’re rock hard under my palms. My knees are cushioned by the blanket Jeremy laid out, and I’m touched by his care.

Jeremy moves his hands to my shoulders, and then up to my face, cupping it with gentle fingers. He leans closer, and I know this is it. We’ve never kissed before, and somehow it seems right this way. In the space of a heartbeat, his mouth is on mine, his lips warm, his tongue wet and stroking my mouth until I open for him. The touch of his tongue against mine is ignites my need like a match to a pile of kindling.  I can’t hold back the small sound I make.

I feel Jeremy smile against my mouth.

He takes his time kissing me, not just my mouth but the sensitive skin behind my ear, the curve of my neck, the hollow of my throat.  He takes a tiny nip of my chin before returning to my mouth.  This time, his kiss is stronger, and I’m glad I’m on my knees, because this? This is what they mean by knee-weakening. When he lifts his lips from mine, he kisses the tip of my nose, then reaches behind him to pull out a…

My breath catches. It’s a handful of ties. And a blindfold.  I’ve never told him the secret desire I’ve had to be tied up and blindfolded, but somehow he knows.

“Trust me,” he says.  I do trust him, with all my heart, so I nod.  With a satisfied smile, he stands, leaning over me to reach my arms.  His erection bumps against my cheek and I turn my head, rubbing up against him.

He lets out a laugh that’s half groan and steps back, but I lean forward, trying to follow him. “Not yet, sweetness.  Soon.”  He finishes tying my arms behind me, wrists crossed one over the top of the other.  And then he wraps a tie around my ankles and another around my knees, too. I’m trapped now, on my knees, unable to move. My heart speeds up. I’ve wanted to try this for so, so long.

And then he holds out the blindfold, running his fingers over it, making me wish it was me he was touching. A rush of longing floods me, heating my cheeks and dampening my panties. To cover my embarrassment, I drop my head and close my eyes. If I can’t see him, he won’t know how much he affects me. His low laugh tells me he already knows—and he’s pleased by it.

His hands push my hair back behind my ears, and then he pulls the blindfold snug against my eyes.  He runs a finger under it, and his finger tickles my eyelashes. I blink my eyes open, but now it’s dark, and my other senses flare.  I can hear his slow, steady breathing and my own pulse in my ears, and I can smell the scent I’ve always associated with Jeremy, probably his soap or his aftershave.

Jeremy lightly pushes on my shoulders, and I realize he wants me to sit on my heels.  I do, and then I feel him slide to the floor.  I’m tucked into that space in the vee of his legs, I think, because I can feel his body heat warming my front. 

“Your skin is soft,” he says, his voice a whisper against my cheek. A heartbeat later, his tongue touches my shoulder, and a finger pulls the strap of my cami down my arm, as far as it can go. “Like silk.”

My head falls back as he licks a path across the tops of my breasts to the other shoulder, where he gives it the same treatment, licking it and then pulling my cami strap down. Like his tie, it’s another thing binding my arms behind me. 

His big hand slides inside the cami, pulling it down so my breast is free. He cups it, his palm rough and hot, and as his finger rubs across my nipple, I strangle on a moan. And when his tongue brushes it and he sucks, pulling against my tender, swollen flesh, I feel that spark again, the one that runs in a direct line to my core, and I want.

His laugh is low and wicked, and I can no longer hold back the words. “Please, Jeremy, I need….”

And then my damn alarm went off.  I woke up, wet and wanting and anxious to see Jeremy for the first time since Easter.  I couldn’t wait to get there, and let me tell you something.

Reality? Way better than the fantasy.

 

Becca’s Christmas Fantasy, © Jodie Griffin, 2013

A Forbidden Fires Character Interview (orig published April 2013)

When Forbidden Fires came out, the wonderful Gillian Archer asked me if I wanted to post at her group blog, Silken Sheets and Seduction.  Below is the interview I did with Delia and Colin for that blog, originally posted in April 2013):

I stopped by Delia’s apartment today to interview Colin and Delia for this blog post.  They sat together on the sofa, Colin with his sock-clad feet on the coffee table and Delia tucked into Colin’s side.  He had his arm curled around her neck, his fingers stroking her throat lightly. The sparks that fly between them are obvious, even to a relative stranger.

Thanks for letting me interview you! Let’s start with a background question.  You and Colin used to be a couple, but you went your separate ways a year ago.  Were either of you in a relationship at the start of this case?

Delia:   *freezes in Colin’s arms* I, uh… crap.

Colin: *pulls back to look into Delia’s eyes, his fingers still*  What the hell? You told me you weren’t dating anybody.

Delia:  I wasn’t!  But… for the few weeks before you came by the station, Roy had been asking me to go out with him. I was thinking about it, but something kept holding me back.   

Colin:   *scowls* Oakes? You were gonna go out with Oakes? Your partner when you go under as a hooker? Which I hate — you know that, right?   

Delia:  *sighs, relaxes back against him, her hand over his heart*  I know you do, but it’s part of my job. Anyway, I said I was thinking about it, but I told him no, so no harm, no foul.


What about you, Colin?

Colin:  I, uh…No. No one was Delia. *kisses her temple and squeezes his fingers lightly against her skin*

Delia:  *eyes soften* Babe.

 

How would you describe your personality, Delia?

Delia:  Ugh, I hate talking about myself. Um…. driven?  

Colin:  *grins*  How about…brat?

Delia: *sticks tongue out*

Colin: Proving my point, love.  *grins again*

Delia: *laughs* Only for you, Sir. Only for you. 


Delia, how would you describe Colin’s personality?

Delia:  *turns to her guy, considers* Intense. Generous to a fault.  Dominant. Sexy. Oh, and sweet.  Can’t forget sweet.

Colin: *covers her mouth with his hand*  Yeah, enough already. That’s gonna earn you a spanking.

Delia: Yay! *grins*

 

What one thing would you take to a deserted island?

Delia: *eyes twinkle brattily* Colin, coffee. Colin, coffee. Hmmm…difficult choice.

Colin:  *raises brow* A gag for Delia.  

Delia: And again I say Yay!

 

How about vacations? If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

Delia:  That deserted island sounds pretty good. I can just see us now, living like natives.

Colin:  *plays with Delia’s hair, tugging it so her head tilts back and he can kiss her* Natives, huh? Now that gives me an idea. *his voice lowers to a mere whisper*  I think we’ll go native this weekend. I’m off work, you’re off work.  We’ll lock the door, take off all our ….  

 

*Clears throat*  Moving on.  What is your partner’s most distinguishing characteristic?

Colin:    *gets serious* Her brain.  Love the way her mind works, even if it does sometimes cause me grief.

Delia:   *eyes tear up* God, Colin. I, um…wow.    

Colin:  What? *kisses her thoroughly until they’re both breathing hard*  Just telling the truth.

 

*fans self*  So, um, Delia.  What’s Colin’s?   

Delia: His big, wide—

Colin: Hey, watch it!

Delia:  *grins* I was going to say “wicked streak.”

Colin: *rolls eyes* Sure you were.

 

What is your major skill or talent?

Colin:    *opens his mouth to speak again*

Delia:   *leans in to cover his mouth with hers*  

*both start laughing*

 

Which actor or actress would you want to play you in the movie?

Delia:   No idea for me, but Colin?  Matt Passmore. Only Colin is hotter. And, um, he’s mine. So there.

Colin:  *grins* Thanks, brat. But…who?

Delia:   Never mind.

Colin:  Delia would have to play herself, because she’s one of a kind. Only that would mean I’d have to play myself, because no fucking way any actor is getting his hands on my woman. *glares*  

 

Thanks for talking with me today. *picks up bag and heads toward door* They walk me out, thank me, and as the door closes behind me, I hear the snick of a lock and then a low, heated command.

Colin: Clothes off, now, brat.

Delia: Yes, Sir.

I hear the unmistakable sound of hand meeting ass, and a contented sigh.  And then, nothing.

 

 

A Forbidden Fantasies Character Interview

When Forbidden Fantasies came out a year ago, the lovely Veronica Scott hosted me at her website with a character interview. I thought I’d share it here as an extra:

 

What was your life like growing up?

Jess:  Well, pretty low key. My parents were older when they had me, and I’m an only child.  I didn’t really start living until I went to college.  That’s where I met Alex.    *slides a smile toward Alex, who winks*

Alex:  Me, I was your typical kid. Baseball, baseball, baseball. Then girls, baseball, girls, more baseball.  *kisses Jessica’s neck and nips at her ear*  And then I met Jessica, and it was all Jess, Jess, Jess, baseball, Jess, Jess, Jess.

 

Before the action in the book, what were your plans/hopes for the future?

Jess:   The usual, I guess. Raising happy kids, taking care of my family. Life’s been good. Maybe a little boring sometimes, but good.

Alex:   With my job, I’ve always hoped I’ll be around to see my kids grow up.  And I want to have time to travel with Jess. We had kids pretty quickly, so we haven’t had a whole lot of time for just us.

 

What changed that?

Jess:  It all started with a book.  (Author note: this was the original first line of Forbidden Fantasies, but it got cut during edits.)   See, I found out I like reading erotic romances. Really, really, REALLY like.  *blushes*  And once I realized I liked them, and thought maybe our sex life could use some livening up, I got a little…restless. And kind of cranky.

Alex:  She’s not kidding, cranky.  *Alex grins, laughs when Jess pinches him*  You know, you think you know a person, and then something happens to blow your mind.  Like finding out my wife has fantasies of kinky sex. Am I a lucky guy, or what?

 

How would you describe your personality?

Jess:  Can I describe Alex’s, instead? *grins* He’s sexy as hell, my guy. Possessive and protective of his family.  A good cop who really cares about and believes in what he does. And he’s a great husband and father.

Alex:  *Alex squeezes Jess’s hand*  Thanks, love. My gorgeous Jess is sweet and kind, sexy and kinky. Before she started sharing her fantasies with me, I never knew she had a bad girl hiding inside her.  I love it when her naughty girl comes out to play.  She’s bad and needs a firm hand – sometimes I think she likes being punished. *winks again as Jess turns pink*

 

What one thing would you take to a deserted island?

Jess: Alex.  Or toilet paper.

Alex:  *Alex laughs*  I’m interchangeable with TP? Really? I was going to say “Jess” but maybe I should make it….I don’t know, sunscreen?

*they both laugh, and Jess settles back into Alex’s arms*

 

Where would you go on vacation?

Jess:  With the kids, the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  Without the kids? I’d love to go back to the B&B. 

Alex: *Alex’s eyes go molten hot*  We don’t need a vacation for that, babe. I was going to tell you tonight after the kids went to bed, but I guess I’ll tell you know.  I just got confirmation we’re booked next month for a long weekend, Friday to Sunday.  Gabe, the guy who owns the B&B, says he has a seminar going on there that weekend, but he had one room left and we’re welcome to it.

Jess:  A seminar? On what?

Alex: *grins widely*  Bondage, what else? Remember what we saw in the lounge that night? Yeah. More of that.

Jess: Oh. My. God.  *squeezes eyes shut, then laughs ruefully* I’ve created a monster. So, where would you go on vacation?

Alex:  As long as I’m with you, I’ll go anywhere.  *kisses Jess*

 

What is your most distinguishing characteristic?

Alex:    *opens his mouth to speak, winks at Jess as he stares at her cleavage*

Jess:   Don’t you dare!  *rolls eyes and elbows him*  

Alex:  What? *rubs sternum*  I was going to say your generous….heart. Talk about creating a monster. *laughs* 

Jess:  You’re insane.  *kisses Alex*  And you have a world class butt.  *turns to Veronica*  You should see him in his boxer briefs. Oh. My.

 

What is your major skill or talent?

Alex:    *opens his mouth to speak again*

Jess:   *covers his mouth with her hand as he does the same to her*  

*both start laughing*

 

What’s your favorite color? Favorite food?

Alex:    *scowls, turns to Jess* Color? Do I have a favorite one? Guys don’t think about that. Blue? I don’t know.  Food, that’s another story. Steamed crabs, shrimp, corn on the cob, chips, beer.

Jess:   Green in almost any shade. Makes me happy. And I’m with Alex on the crabs. Welcome to Maryland. We eat crabs here. *smiles*  Oh, and chocolate, although not at the same time as the crabs. *shudders*

 

If you had to pick another career, what would it be?

Jess:  Oh, I don’t know. Lingerie model? *snorts

Alex: *glares* Over my dead body.  No one else gets to see Jess nearly naked but me. Not funny, babe.

Jess:  I was kidding.  *strokes his cheek*  You know that.

Alex:  Sorry.  *blows out a long sigh, grins sheepishly*   Me, I’ve always wanted to be a cop. I don’t want any other career.

Which actor or actress would you want to play you in the movie?

Jess:  Movie?  *snorts*  My life? Hah.  But really, I have no idea.  Now, Alex? He’d be… Alex O’Laughlin. Oh, yeah.  *grins*

Alex:  Who?  

 

Who are your closest friends?

Jess:  Alex.  My college roommate.  And I just met someone who’s dating one of Alex’s friends, and I think we’ll get along great. Her name is Bella.  I hope she and Marcus can make it work. 

Alex:  Jess.  My partner. And Marcus.   He’s the one who told me about the B&B. I owe him one.

Who do you love?

Jess:  Alex.  Our kids. Our extended families.

Alex:  Jessica, Kara and Ben. Mom and Dad.  My brother and sister.

 

What are your future plans?

Jess: I don’t think that far ahead.  Too much goes on in our lives between the kids and Alex’s job for that!  But I know what I’m doing this afternoon, before Alex’s mom brings the kids home. *winks at Alex*

Alex:  *Eyes widen, and a grin crosses Alex’s face.  He stands up from the sofa, holds out hand* It was nice meeting you, Veronica, but I think we need to go now. *winks* We’ve got….plans.

 

Hope you enjoyed this look into their lives!

Forbidden Desires Valentine

NOTE:  This story contains material that is only appropriate for adults. 18+ only.

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A Forbidden Desires Valentine
© Jodie Griffin, 2013

“Fuck, Bella mia. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Bella pinched Marcus’s nipple. “Language, adorato. And you should trust me. I’ve been trained by the best.”  She continued to wrap her new red-dyed hemp rope around his body, tying knots she’d learned and studying her handiwork.  The deep color looked incredible against his olive skin.

“I’m going to kill him,” he muttered. “I cannot believe you had private lessons with Gabe, and he didn’t tell me.”

She grinned. “It was a surprise. And you’re just mad you didn’t think of it first.”

He half-snorted, half-laughed. “You’re right about that.” He looked down at his body and shook his head. “Rope? Really?”

He wasn’t in his submissive headspace, and Bella needed to fix that. With his crazy work schedule and hers, it had been too long since they’d had any extended time to play. She needed this, and he needed the release.  “Enough talking, or I’m going to gag you.”  He started to open his mouth, so she got nose-to-nose with him while she grabbed his balls and squeezed. Not too hard, but enough that he knew she meant business.  “Or are you in the mood for a punishment? Because I have no problem bringing you right to the edge and leaving you there while I get myself off.”

His cheeks pinkened but his eyes blazed hot. His big body vibrated with tension, but he shook his head and held his tongue.

“Good. The only words I want to hear from your mouth are Yes, Ma’am if I ask you a question, or elephant if we need to stop. Is that understood?”  Elephant was his safe word when they played like this, and even when they switched and he was Dom and she was sub, she used the same one. It was a shared joke between them.

Today, Valentine’s day, she was in charge.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he murmured, his long lashes sweeping his cheek as he lowered his eyes.

Her dominant self cheered, but she held no illusions he’d totally submitted.  Stubborn as the day was long, her hot Italian guy. He challenged her at every turn, but she liked it. It might not work for everyone, but the dynamic worked for them.

She went back to her rope. Their friend Gabe had laughed evilly when she’d told him what she wanted to do to Marcus, and then he’d re-arranged his own schedule so he could teach her to do it safely. She still had a long way to go to get fancy, but she knew enough of the basics to give Marcus a taste.

He stood in the middle of the bedroom, his hands laced behind his head as she’d instructed. He was naked, his erection full and heavy and curled against his belly. She had plans for that too, later. She finished binding his chest and then walked him backward to their bed.  She’d imagined this scene in her head a million times, so she knew exactly how she wanted him.

“Sit on the edge of the bed and lay back but keep your feet on the floor, adorato.”  That was the name she used when she dominated him. It meant beloved in Italian, and even though he was the Italian one, she’d swiped it the minute she’d heard it because it was perfect to describe how she felt about him.

He did as she ordered, his broad feet still planted on the floor. He grunted and she hid a grin.  She figured he would feel the bite as the arch in his back expanded his chest and pulled the rope tighter against his skin.  She kept him like that for a long moment then gave him another order. “Pull your knees up and hang onto them.”

He made a sound of denial.

This was such an exposed position, and she struggled with it too. But she knew firsthand it would put him deeper into that submissive role, just like it did to her. She sharpened her voice. “Now, Marcus.”

His cheeks went from pink to a dull red that nearly matched the hemp, but he did it.  Without explaining what she was doing, she grabbed another length of rope and bound his lower calf to his upper thigh, and then she did the same to the other side, periodically checking his face for signs of distress or discomfort. He was fired up and his jaw was clenched tight, and when she tied his left hand to the outside of his leg, he let out a low, earthy curse, trying to twist away.

She pinched the tender skin in the crease of his leg then stroked her hand lightly over his cock and balls. “Easy, adorato. Settle down. ”

She continued to talk to him softly, kept petting him until he reached that point in his head where he’d decided yes, he’d submit.  She knew he’d gotten there when his legs relaxed, opening him wider to her view. She quickly bound his right hand, then leaned forward and kissed his stomach.

***

Marcus’s brain reached overload. Jesus, he needed what Bella was giving him, craved it, but his fucking head wouldn’t let him enjoy it without that giant struggle first. It was always harder than hell to shift from being responsible for people’s lives to being responsible for nothing.  He loved it, loved being at her mercy — she was a creative lover, and he never knew what to expect from her.  Her voice and touch soothed him and, finally, he let out a huge sigh that emptied his lungs and his mind at the same time.

“Perfect, love. Time to play.”

His eyes drifted closed as her small hand stroked his dick from root to tip, followed by her soft tongue licking him.  “Mmm. You taste good.”

His muscles bunched as she touched him, and he felt like a firecracker ready to launch, but then she backed off. He grunted, his frustration getting the better of him.

She laughed softly. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”

 No, but a guy could hope.

“I’ve barely started playing,” she continued.  He opened his eyes to look at her, but she frowned. “Keep them closed, adorato.”

“Please, I need to see you,” he blurted, daring to incur her punishment. “You look fucking hot in that outfit.”  And she did, her full breasts straining the red lace of the body stocking she wore. It hugged her curves and made his mouth water. He wanted to taste her, all of her.

“Ah, love, that’s a sweet thought, but it’s not what I told you to do.” She smacked the bottom of his foot with a leather crop once, twice, three times in rapid succession. It stung, but not painfully.  Her words and the bite of the leather just dropped him deeper into his head, farther into the space that belonged only to Bella.  His eyes fluttered shut again.

He heard a click, and then her hands were back, both of them. She rubbed the warm lube along his length, over his balls, and then she drew a path to his anus with her slick fingers. He shuddered. When her finger breached his ass, he let out a hiss of air.

 So fucking good to lay here and just feel.

She continued to play for what seemed like forever, bringing him to the brink of madness and then easing back until he was so sensitive every part of his body ached with the need to come. She stepped away and he lay there breathing hard, his heart pounding harder, his mind chaotic but only with thoughts about Bella and him together.

He heard the creak of a door and then she was back.  “You okay, love?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”  He licked his lips. He hadn’t realized it but his throat was dry. Before he could tell Bella that, though, she was there, holding a water bottle to his mouth.  She was so attuned to him, this woman he loved more than his own life.

Suddenly he felt something hard and slick against his anus and he tensed.

“Deep breath,” she said, and then she pushed, slowly, precisely, keeping a pace only known to her.

They’d played with plugs before but this one felt huge going in. He twisted his head back and forth and a torrent of desperate words fell from his lips. Finally, finally it was in and he shuddered.

“Good job, love.” She twisted it and played with it for a moment, then kissed his cock, her hair falling forward to tease his belly. “You look hotter than hot, bound up, spread wide, plug in your ass. And all mine. Who do you belong to, adorato? Who’s your Valentine?”

“You,” he said, his voice thick to his own ears, his words straight from his heart and soul. “I belong to you. Only you.”

***

Bella blinked back tears. God, she loved her man so much. He gave her so much of himself, opened himself body and soul to her. It was time to give back to him.

She got on their bed and carefully straddled his head on her knees, settling herself backwards over his mouth, her core bared by the crotchless cut of the body stocking. He had a talented tongue, and she was already so close to the edge from the things she’d done to him tonight that her next order wouldn’t take long to accomplish. “Make me come, Marcus.”

“Thank God,” he muttered.  He lifted his head and started licking her, working her body with his teeth and tongue and lips.

Goosebumps traveled across her skin as he served her, bringing her to the edge almost immediately, and this without the use of his hands. But she didn’t want to go over, not yet. “Stop.”

He froze, a low groan of disbelief and denial in his throat.

She laughed softly then leaned forward, brushing her breasts across his chest, groaning herself as they rubbed over the rough hemp rope. When he choked back a laugh, the rat, she scraped her fingernails along his abs and on his thighs and then over his ass, and the laughter died in his throat.

The room was silent except for the sounds of their harsh breathing and moans and groans and sighs. It sounded like lush, incredibly erotic sex, and she saved the memory for later, for when life got in the way again. A reminder that they needed to make time for this.

With that thought in her mind, she released the rope tying his hands to his thighs, linking her fingers with his.  “You can use your hands now, adorato. Hands and mouth. But no coming until I say you can come.”  And with those words, she sucked his cock deeply into her mouth and grabbed the plug in his ass, fucking him with it as he fucked her with his tongue. His hands were busy too, one rubbing her clit, the other teasing the rim of her anus.

Then he pinched her, giving her the bite of pain she needed to go over, and she groaned deep in her throat around his cock, coming hard. She tried to move off him, but he was having none of that. He was so strong, her man, and he kept her tight against his face as he worked her toward a second orgasm. She decided to allow him this small moment of control.

She took his cock down as far as she could, swallowing against the head of it.  He stopped licking her long enough to beg, the words music to her ears. “Please, Bella mia. I need to come. Have mercy, please!”

“You can come when you make me come again,” she muttered softly, but he must’ve heard it because he doubled his efforts.  When he bit her clit she let out a tortured cry and bowed her back, coming hard.

As she did, she pulled on the plug, drawing it out so the thickest part of it stretched him wide for a few long seconds as she sucked hard on his cock. He flew over the edge with her, coming in her mouth and down her throat in long spurts. She swallowed it all, licking him clean as his chest heaved beneath her.

When she could move, she did, getting on her knees facing him, taking in his mussed hair, his wet lips, and the look of absolute calm on his face. He was slightly dazed and still in his submissive head space. Good. He needed it.

And she’d needed to take him there.

She went to the bathroom and grabbed a warm, wet washcloth, cleaning first his face and then his cock, balls, and ass. She loved this part, taking care of him as he drifted back to earth. She talked softly to him, touching him with gentle hands as she unbound his legs.  She urged him to a sitting position and removed the rope around his chest, and then she got him back into bed, where she curled up next to him under a blanket, her hand splayed across his chest.

They both drifted off to sleep for a few minutes.

When she woke, Marcus had one arm curled up under his head and the other was stroking her hair.  “Hey,” she said softly, leaning up on one elbow to look at him. “You okay?”

His eyes crinkled. “Better than okay. I needed that more than I thought I did.”

“So did I. I have something for you. A Valentine’s gift,” she said, smiling back at him. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out an envelope.  “Here.”

He opened it, drew out a card, and laughed out loud. Rope lessons with Master Gabriel.  “Is this for me or for you?”

She smacked him. “For both of us.  Did you like the rope?”

He kissed her nose. “I loved it. And yeah, I’d like to learn it.” He turned to his nightstand and handed her a rectangular box.  “I have something for you, too.”

Her eyes misted. “Something more than two fabulous orgasms? I guess today’s my lucky day.”

“Open it,” he said, his face serious.  “You’ll see.”

She lifted the cover of the box and gasped. “Marcus, they’re gorgeous. I….wow.”  The tears fell over and slid down her cheeks. His gift was for both of them, as well. She lightly touched the bracelets, one masculine, one feminine. Hers was an etched silver band with a heart joining the two pieces in the front.  Curled up inside it was a thin silver chain with a tiny key on it.   His was a braided black leather one that matched the choker he wore whenever he wasn’t working. The ends were closed with a square lock that her key fit.  And sitting alongside his was another key, one she guessed fit the small lock on the back of her bracelet. It had a clasp on it, but it wasn’t on a necklace.

“It can be hooked on the back of my choker. You can wear your key on the chain or not wear it at all. I’ll leave it up to you. The bracelets are pretty non-specific, but I’m not ashamed of what we have.”

She kissed him, her heart melting. “I love you, Marcus. You’re right. I’m not ashamed either, but it’s no one else’s business.”  She lifted his out and put it on his wrist, locking it with the key on her necklace, which she then put over her head.  It was long enough it would tuck inside most of her clothes. Her secret and his.  “Mine.”

He placed her bracelet on her wrist and locked it into place. “Mine.”  He took the box and set it on the nightstand, then cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly on the lips. “I love you too, Bella mia. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

 

 

A Forbidden Desires Valentine, © Jodie Griffin, 2013

A Forbidden Fantasies Christmas Story

 

As my first published story, FORBIDDEN FANTASIES holds a very special place in my heart.  I wanted to revisit Alex and Jess a few months after their life-changing weekend. I hope you enjoy this peek into their lives!    PLEASE NOTE:  This story contains material appropriate for adults only. 18+ only, please!

A Forbidden Fantasies Christmas Story