Selena
P.S. Please excuse any grammar and puncutation errors. Thank you.
Warning: Adult Content, Language, Sexual Situations. Homosexual references, Menage a Trois and Pixie Mischief.
Decadence: Three to Dance
By Selena Illyria
© 2008 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
I/R, Ménage, OW/YM
Chapter 1
Aslinn moaned as she felt Dexter at her back, slowly and teasingly kissing his way along her spine. She gripped the straps above her head tighter. She gasped when she felt the scrape of Lexington's teeth against her sensitive clit. His tongue flicked the nubbin before sucking it into his mouth. She gasped and threw her head back; flame red hair caressed her back, brushing the top of Dexter's bald head. She felt him part the cheeks of her buttocks and lightly lick her puckered hole, the pressure inside of her, increased with ever suck of Lexington's mouth and ever flick of Dexter's tongue. She was going to come and they hadn't even filled her up yet. She bit her lip, trying not to move, doing as they had ordered her to, once they had entered the room.
But it was so hard, she wanted to wrap her legs around Lexington's head, run her hands through the tiny braids of his dred locks, scrap his scalp with her nails as she pulled him forward, asking him with action to give her more, to get closer. She sucked in a breath when she felt Dexter's tongue slip into her anus but only up to the first ring, forward and retreating he tortured her with his tongue giving her no more than he was willing too. She wanted to beg, plead with the both of them that it was too much, she was so close. If she didn't get them both inside of her soon she would burn alive, explode or both.
"Please," she begged in a ragged breath.
Silence, only the light sucking sounds and the light whirl of the air conditioner could be heard.
"Please, I need you both inside of me. Lex. Dex. Please." She said, breaking down and begging.
Lexington let go of her clit with a light pop only to increase the torture. He sunk one digit into her aching channel, her inner walls clamped down on his finger. But it wasn't enough.
"Is this what you need, Linn?"
He started to pump the finger in and out of her. She shook her head.
"You're cock, I need your cock. Both of you, now, I can't hold on."
She groaned as she felt Dexter rimming her anus with his finger.
"She's not ready."
She shivered at Dexter's deep baritone.
"She needs a little more prep time."
"Oh I don't know, I think she's ready now." Lexington replied.
"Yes, so ready, so ready now." She murmured in agreement.
Both of the men chuckled. She heard the sound of a drawer open and then shut, a cap being flicked open and the soft sounds of the lube being squirted out of the bottle. Her inner walls clenched in anticipation, she resisted the urge to see what they were doing. Sweat slid down her body, her breasts felt heavy, aching for the touch she wasn't allowed to give them. She cried out when Lexington latched onto her nipple and started to suck and flick the hardened nub with his tongue. She tightened her gripe on the leather handle and prayed that she wouldn't come. Without warning Dexter slipped his gel coated finger into her ass. She gasped and moaned, thrusting her bottom back, wanting more. He obliged her. His finger thrust in and out of her and she met every thrust with one of her own.
"Our woman is ready," Dexter said with a chuckle.
"Yes, I think she is," replied Lexington. He transferred his attention from one breast to the other. Dexter slipped another coated finger inside of her, stretching her dark passage even more. Lexington kissed his way down from her breast, dipping his tongue and swirling it in her navel, before planting kisses on her bare mound. He spread her legs wider, slide down onto his stomach and buried his face between legs, he licked his way along her slit before his tongue slipped into her pussy. She bucked against his face, grinding her pussy in face. He pulled away just as she neared orgasm. Placing his thumb over her clit, he circled his digit around the aching bundle of nerves. Her toes curled her toes and bit her lip as one of her lovers brought her closer to climax.
"Damn it Lex," she gritted.
"Don't worry, love, you'll get more," he pulled away from her and crawled backward off the bed. He stood before her, unbuttoned and shrugged off his shirt, showing off the rich expanse of the dark brown skin of his broad shoulders, hard chest and eight pack abs. She licked her lips. She wanted to lick a path from the center of his chest, down his stomach and dip into his pants. He let his fingers drift his chest, over his stomach, to run a hand over his erection. Stroking himself, his eyes never leaving hers Dexter reached around and slid his hand over her stomach, over her mound, stroking her slit with his finger. His other finger never leaving her as he slowly stroked it in and out of her.
Lexington slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and slowly shoved down his pants and boxer briefs. His erection sprang free, a drop of pre-cum already at the tip. Aislinn's mouth watered, longing to taste the salty essence of him. He teased and stroked himself, slowly as she watched his hand moving up and down, she longed to replace his hand with hers. Behind her, Dexter started to kiss her shoulder.
"Do you want him sweetheart? Do you want him to fuck you while I watch?"
Dexter's breath whispered against her ear, causing her to shiver. She was overwhelmed with sensation. Dexter's hands pumping in and out of her pussy and ass his lips brushed softly against her neck. Lexington came closer, stroking himself faster. He paused before them he ran a finger over the tip of his cock, the tip of his finger glistening with his need. He brought the finger within an inch of his lips.
"Do you want to taste me, sweet?"
All she could do was nod. He ran his fingertip along the seam of her lips and slipped his finger into her mouth. Her tongue flicked then swirled over the tip of his finger. She sucked the digit, showing him what she would love to do to his cock. The salty taste of him increased her desire she groaned as she felt Dexter pull his finger from her ass, moving back he took hold of his dick and ran it over the cheeks of her bottom. She thrust her ass toward him as she continued to suck Lexington's finger, her teeth scraping the sensitive pad. Lextington ran a hand through her hair, taking hold of her hair he pulled her head back and slipped his finger from her mouth.
"Please."
Lexington smiled at her seductively, desire shining in his eyes. Dexter started to kiss her neck, pulling her hair aside and he kissed her nape. Lexington climbed onto the bed until he was between her legs. He leaned down and kissed her, nibbling her bottom lip, before sucking it in to mouth, using his tongue to soothe the sting. Their kiss become hungry as Dexter nibbled his way down her back, he bit one cheek and the then other, causing her gasp. He licked his way along her spine, sliding his hands around to roll, pinch and tug her nipples. Lexington kissed her cheek, licking along the edge of her jaw before nipping his way down her neck. Dexter slipped his fingers under her jaw, urging her head toward him they kissed passionately over her shoulder.
"Let's stop with the foreplay, I'm ready to be inside of our woman." Lexington declared.
Dexter stopped kissing her and pulled away. Aslinn released the leather strap and felt the ache of holding her arms over her head for so long. Dexter came up behind her and started to massage her shoulders until she felt the pain ebb away. Lex took control of the situation.
"Lie down Dex."
Aslinn moved out of the way as Dexter stretched out on the royal purple sheets spreading his legs wide. Aslinn took in his toasted almond skin, to her eyes a buffet waiting for her to sample and taste every inch of him. She licked her lips wanting to run her tongue down her chest, over his abdomen and finally over his cock, slipping the hardened shaft into her mouth and swallowing him whole. Lex gestured toward Dexter's nude body.
"Aslinn have at him."
Aslinn didn't wait for any more instruction as she gave him a soft kiss before exploring the body she knew so well. On her knees she bent over him, her hands wrapped around the long perfection of his cock, seven and half inches of beauty just waiting to be worshipped. She licked and kissed his shaft before taking him into her mouth. She paused for a moment savoring the feel of him in her mouth, the way he stretched her, the taste of his cum on her tongue. He slipped a hand into her hair but did nothing else, allowing her to set the pace. Lex behind her ran the thick head of cock over her slit, teasing her clit before positioning himself at her entrance, without a word he thrust inside of her and stilled, she moaned around Dexter's shaft, savoring the feeling of both lovers filling her. Lex pulled back and thrust forward as Aslinn slid up and then down. In unison they worked, soon Dex joined them thrusting his hips up and down in time with Lex's hips. Lex took her pleasure to another level when his started to spank her. Heat suffused through her as with each pass of his hand. After each slap he soothed the sting with hand before repeating the action.
"Feel us, feel us filling you, you love it, you need it."Lex murmured.
"Aslinn, your mouth, god . . ."Dex moaned.
Aslinn increased the pressure on Dex's dick by hallowing out her cheeks, her tongue swirling over him, every once in a while, when she slid up, her tongue would l flick the underside of his cock head. Balancing herself on one hand, she took hold of his balls, rolling them in her hands, tugging them gently, increasing his pleasure. He gripped her hair, as he started to thrust faster and faster in her mouth. Lex matched his pace, his slaps on her ass increased, Lex reached around her to press down on her clit. Her climax was a spiral, tightening tighter and tighter with each thrust. Lex then pinched her nub causing her climax to burst forth, she cried out around Dexter's cock her hand stopped pausing in their play. Dexter paused in his thrust letting her savor her climax. It took her a moment to recover before she restarted her oral ministrations. Dexter started to thrust into her again, once, twice, three times before he pulled away, a tingling started at the base of his spine before racing upward. Heat burst forth, his balls tightened and came on a shout as he emptied himself into her mouth. She swallowed every bit, licking and sucking every last drop from him.
Lex's thrust increased as his own climax burst forth, his hands digging into her hips. She let Dexter's flaccid penis slipped from her lips.
"Yes, Lex, fuck me, fuck me harder. I need you to come inside me."
Lex did as she bid thrusting to her faster and harder. She moved her hips in time with his thrusts tighten her inner walls around him. Another orgasm was on the horizon for her and she wanted to come with him. Lex's balls tightened, he cried out as he spilled himself inside of her, she cried out as her own orgasm burst forth. Breathing hard, Lex pulled out of her, as she crawled up Dexer body. She lay on her side and Lex joined them. Aslinn was cradled between the two men.
"Happy Anniversary," Aslinn murmured sleepily.
As sleep threatened to overtake them, both men murmured in unison, "Happy Anniversary, baby.”
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Passionate Blackmail (WIP Unedited)
By:
Selena Illyria
©2008 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
OW/YM, I/R, Contemporary
Chapter 7
Rolf made sure that everything was at it should be in the VIP room that he had redecorated to become more intimate. The lights were dimmed, tea candles burned in frosted glass holders, covering every surface he could cover without it becoming a fire hazard. The air conditioner was up at full blast to counter the heat of the candles. Speakers hidden in the ceiling played Etta James'. The first course of their dinner was standing by ready to be served. He couldn't possibly thank his friend Alberto enough for cooking tonight's dinner.
He owed him a huge favor. Rolf's palm began to sweat as he started to pace. Doubts started to assail him as he thought of all the things that could go wrong. All thought flew out of his head as Tino preceded Abby into the room. Holding back the diaphanous curtains separating the VIP area from the main area, he allowed Abby to pass him. Rolf's breath halted as he took in her whole outfit. He swallowed, he tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out. Not a compliment, not greeting, not even a sound passed from his lips. His eyes roamed over or outfit. Jeans that hugged her hips, the halter top that showed off her cleavage to perfection, her hair framed her face, giving her a sexy, wild look.
Her eyes looked this way and that, taking in the transformed VIP area. Rolf felt like a teenager in high school. On his first date and not sure of what to do, Tino walked over to him and patted him on the back, leaning down he whispered, "Breath, man, just breath."
"I can't," Rolf croaked back.
"You have to. Otherwise you don't get your revenge,"
"But she looks so . . . hot!"
Rolf could have smacked himself in the forehead, hot, he had just called her hot. That was not a word to describe her at that moment. Sensual, sexy, beautiful, amazing, were all words more adequate to describing how Abby looked. All he had been able to say was hot. He might as well have just started miming, maybe that would have been a better way of expressing how he felt about what he was seeing. This was not the shy woman he had met year or so ago on her birthday at the club. No, this woman looked confident and comfortable in her skin. This woman looked on the prowl and he was currently her prey. And oh what a willing prey he was. He silently groaned as he became aware of his cock, hardening, aching, making, its presence very clear. How was he going to get through the night like this? His control was slowly slipping away from his hands he could feel it like sand slipping away. Tino patted him on the back.
"Glad it ain't me, man. Good Luck," with on last slap, Tino left the room, leaving him alone with Abby. She turned to look at him, her dark brown eyes settling on him. His heart picked up speed, breathing was becoming difficult and room was becoming a furnace. He had to say something. Otherwise he'd look like an idiot.
"Dinner?"
Rolf wanted to kick himself. Why the hell was he asking her that? Of course she was here for dinner. Well dinner and to keep him from trying to wreck her reputation. She smiled at him and started walking toward him. He felt the urge to back up. She was so different from the woman in his office a few days ago. She stopped just foot in front of him, smile plastered on her face.
"I'd love dinner,"
He inhaled a breath. Her voice was low and husky and was thisclose to coming in pants, just from her voice alone. Damn it she had all the control now. He'd screwed up and allowed himself to be affected by her appearance, forgetting why they were here. He closed his eyes and let himself remember how humiliated and hurt he felt by finding out she had lied to him. Opening his eyes, his face a mask of stoicism, he looked down at her.
"Let's be seated then," he gestured toward the table. He watched her smile drop and disappointment cross her face. She realized she had lost her edge. Good. He thought. She turned and walked toward the table, not waiting for him to pull out the chair for her, she pulled out the chair herself and sat down. He walked over to the table himself, pulled his own chair out and sat down. It was going to be a long night.
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Damn it, she thought as she realized she'd lost her advantage. She'd had him distracted. If she could just use his attraction to her to her advantage she'd have whatever proof of their affair he had and then some. She had reveled in his reaction to her, his eyes widening and darkening, the definitive bulge in the front of his pants. It had felt good to get a reaction out of him after their last meeting. But now her advantage was lost. She scrambled to think of a way to get it back. Relief came over her as the first course was served. At first things were silent between them as they both enjoyed the meal. Both of them lost in their own thoughts. Abby decided to break the ice first.
"This is excellent. Did you cook this?" She asked sampling another serving the the French Onion soup.
"No, I can't cook worth a damn. A friend of mine stepped in to help me out," he said. Abby tried to find another topic to discuss.
"Business going well?"
"As well as can be expected," he said not giving her much to work with.
"So, um, uh . . ." she tried to find another topic to discuss, but all that was coming to mind were topics of small talk.
"Let's just savor the meal shall we? Whatever topics come up, come up."
Relief swept through her. She had a reprieve for now. She could only hope that dinner would be over quickly and then she could go home.
"So, how is your sister? Still giving you trouble? I read in the paper that she's been linked to some up and coming actor."
Abby groaned. He had just brought up one the topics she had hoped to avoid. She decided to answer him. The evening would go along faster if she gave him what he wanted.
"Sadie is fine. She's still a handful, but manageable. She's not with him, she looking for a quote unquote ' hot, older, rich guy.' now."
Rolf chuckled, "I suppose she's running from responsibility. How old is she?"
"Thirty-five," she said, trying not to groan.
"I wonder if my brother is like her. I hope not," he tone was neutral, but underneath Abby could detect a sense of longing.
"Still no word?" Abby asked feeling a sense of sadness. She couldn't fathom how she would feel if she were in his place.
"I've found out some things. But that's about it."
"Like what?" She had no idea why she was asking, but something inside her waned to know more about Rolf. More than what he had told her that night. She could easily say she just wanted to know the information to make a better assessment of him. To find some sort of weakness to exploit to use against him. But she knew that would be a lie. She wanted to know him. Know more about Rolf the man, not Rolf the blackmailer.
"Why do you want to know?" He asked. She looked at him to find him giving her an intense stare.
"I . . . I . . . I just want to know," she said simply.
"Like how that night we spent together, where I wanted to know more about you?"
She gulped. She had walked right into that. But she wasn't going to back down from him. Looking directly into his eyes she replayed, "Yes, like that night."
"Why now?"
"I just want to know,"
She wasn't sure she could voice her thoughts on why she wanted to know. She could easily say guilt for walking away and lying to him. But it was more than that. She was attracted to him, intrigued by him. He was someone she wanted to know more about. Instead of pushing he seemed to accept her answer but gave her a warning.
"Just so you know I'll be expecting the same of you. If I share, then so will you, understand?"
She nodded and waited to for him to tell her what he had found out.
"I need to hear you say you understand. There will be nothing vague between us. So, do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand," she kept herself from shivering. She remembered that night, how he prompted her to voice her needs and wants to him. Pushing her to tell him what he was doing to her. It had been so freeing and so sexy to let her guard down and let go, to use words that her father would have disapproved of. To let go of the good girl wrapped up tight and let the sensual woman come to the surface.
"Good," he started telling her of what the PI he hired had found. She felt sadness and concern for his brother. She did not like the way his foster parents sounded. Without stopping herself, she leaned forward across the table and took his hand.
"I'm sorry. I hope you find him soon and he's alright," she let the concern show in her eyes.
He took her hand his hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.
"Thank you for your concern,"
"You're welcome," she said giving him a small smile.
Heat was skittering through her from his touch. She felt her nipples beading, her body tightening, her pussy contract and her panties become soaked by that small contact. She turned away her face heated. The moment was broken when a server appeared to clear away their bowls and serve the next course. He pulled away leaving her feeling of unsure of what to do next. She pulled her hand back across the table and willed her body to calm down. Taking a deep breath she looked down at the plate that was placed before her. The scent of Beef Wellington wafted up to her making her mouth water. A dish of roasted potatoes was placed on the table and the server placed a spoonful on the plate. She looked up to find him digging into his plate. She watched a forkful of food disappear into his mouth. She squirmed watching the fork slip from her mouth. She remembered how it felt to have his lips skim her skin. She took a deep breath and looked down at her food trying to concentrate on what she was eating. The taste burst in her mouth.
"Mmmmmm, oh this is sublime," Rolf said.
"Yes it is," she agreed savoring her next bite.
"So how is work? Are you still experiencing trouble with that what's it's name Danzing corp?"
She laughed, "Dazing and yes, we still are. It doesn't help that my father wants to merge with their company. If we're successful I'll have to do a lot of traveling between here and Germany."
She didn't sound too happy about that and Rolf noticed.
"You're not excited about going to Germany. I mean if you get the deal you want?" He paused in his eating to watch her. She tried to find the words to how she would feel about the possible merger.
"It's not that I wouldn't love to go to Germany," she paused trying to figure out what she wanted to say.
"But?"
"But, I would rather go to Germany for a vacation. See the castles, try the food, do things tourists do."
She didn't not going any further. She was afraid of what would come out if she continued to talk. Rolf didn't seem to give up.
"So why don't you? Don't you have any vacation time?"
She gave him a bitter laugh.
"Vacation? What is that? My father doesn't believe in vacations. We took one once, but as soon as we got there, he was on the phone to headquarters. He stayed ensconced in the hotel room. My mom got so mad she got us a different hotel room. We didn't do anything during that so called vacation. Mom was too mad to go out and I was too young to go out alone. I think I was 5 or something."
"You didn't have a nanny?"
She laughed.
"Mom doesn't believe in nannies unless it's absolutely necessary. She raised me and my sister."
"What about your father?"
"He wasn't really around. It wasn't until Sadie was born that we started having family dinners together."
"Because of your sister?"
"I assume so. He didn't really start doing things with us as a family until Sadie was born."
"That must have hurt you."
"Why would you say that?"
"You told me you weren't close to your father. You just told me about a crappy family vacation where he wasn't even a part of it. It must have hurt to suddenly have your father taking part in your family just because of your baby sister. I assume he treats her like his favorite? I mean he lets her run wild and everything."
She looked down, not wanting to answer him. She pushed her Beef Wellington around her plate and sighed, "Yes, she's his favorite."
She tried not to sound bitter about it but some of her feelings crept in.
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry? You didn't have to grow up with him or rather without him. It's like not having a parent at all. When you lose a parent, their gone, at least you knew they were with you. My father was there but he wasn't. He would come home, he'd read the paper, do work, eat dinner; interact with the staff and my mother. But he didn't really pay attention to me. I had a father, he just didn't want me."
She stopped suddenly. Tears in her eyes, she'd never voiced that thought before, not out loud anyway. She'd never even told Brenna, Shawna or her mother about what she had thought about her father. She didn't hear the chair scrap the floor or fee him when he was near her. But she did feel him when he crouched down, wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. She turned to him blindly, burrowing her head in the crook of his shoulder. He stroked her back. She sniffed and pulled away.
"I've never told that to anyone before."
She sniffed and looked at him, refusing to cry.
"Thank you for sharing it with me."
He cupped her head in his hands, stroking the sides of her face, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He looked into her eyes, the expression unreadable.
"Is that why you act the way you do? Is that why you hide the beautiful woman you are underneath clothes that don't suit you and a demeanor that doesn't become you? Because you are trying to make him see you, show him you can fit into his world?"
She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Brenna and Shawna had been telling her that for years. That she hid herself to show her father that she could fit into his world. She tamped down any personality, any emotion, any sense of self to show her father she could be like him; unemotional, distant and most importantly professional. She looked at Rolf, her heart pounding, fear creeping through her. He was seeing her, who she was. He was looking inside her and seeing her true self. She stood up suddenly, the chair falling to its side.
"I can't . . . I can't stay. I have to go," She felt the room, suddenly start to close in on her, she needed air. He grabbed her arm.
"Stop running, damn it. Stop running away from who you are."
She shook her head, "I can't do this. You . . . you . . . I have to go."
"Stop being so afraid, you're drowning in his world. You can't keep doing this to yourself. If you do, you'll lose who are you and that will be a shame."
"For you?" She retorted hotly. "I'm doing just fine. I've been doing just fine all my life."
She was getting angry. How dare he look inside of her, poke around and tell her what she needs to do. How dare he read her like a book, he didn't understand. He would never understand how painful it was to try and try and try and still fall short. He probably had two parents who loved him and accepted him and treated him like he was alive. He would never understand the pain of having a parent who barely acknowledged you out of the office. She tried to jerk her arm out of his grasp, but he wasn't letting go.
"Let go," she growled.
"No," he pulled her toward him until she was against his chest. "I'm not letting you run away. Not from this and not from me."
"I'll scream," she threatened.
"Go ahead, nothing will happen. I told the staff that things could get loud between us."
"What!?!"
She looked at him shocked. Her eyes narrowed as she let anger take hold of her.
"What exactly did you tell them? Did you tell them I was going to be your dinner partner?"
"Dinner date," he corrected, "And I told them that things could get loud between us. I didn't tell them exactly what we'd be doing."
She let out a noise of frustration.
"They could have thought of anything with that statement. My god, they could think . . ."
She didn't finish her sentence as the thought took root in her mind.
"They could think we'd end up having sex, yes."
She looked up at him, "How dare you, you bastard. You said . . . you said . . ." She was too angry to finish her sentence.
"I said I wouldn't force you to have sex with me, that's it. I never said we weren't going to have sex. That's up to you."
She took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
"This date is over. I want to go home."
"No."
"No?"
"No, not until you deal with this."
She let out another noise of frustration.
"What business is it of yours what demons I keep locked in my closet? Who the hell do you think you are? Dr. Phil? I damn well do not have to deal with this. Unless I missed that particular diploma on your wall, you aren't a shrink and I sure as hell don't have to do anything you tell me."
"You do if you don't want me to release those pictures," he said softly.
"You son of a bitch, you'll not only blackmail me to date you but to deal with my issues? What the hell is up with you? So what? You're lonely and want to help people? What next you'll break out a cape and tights and tell me you’re Superman or the Green Arrow? I don't think so."
She tried to fold her arms over her chest, but couldn't since he still had one of her arms in his gripe.
"I'm calling the shots. I make the rules and if I say you deal with your skeletons then you do," he got in her face and she didn't step back.
"You're not my father," she said glaring at him.
"No, I'm not your father, but if I have to take you over my knee and spank you I'll do it."
"Fuck you.""Sorry sweetheart not possible, although I'm sure I can fuck you."
"The hell you are," she raised her hand to slap him, but he took hold of her wrist and brought it down to her side, lowered his face and kissed her, hard.
-End of Excerpt-
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When You Wish Upon a Pixie (WIP Unedited)
Induction
By Selena Illyria
©2008 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
I/R, Paranormal, Fantasy, Shifter
Chapter 3
Raven rose up from the floor and stared at the naked man chained on her bed. This is a dream. This has to be a dream. There was no way that gorgeous man is chained to my bed, she thought. Her eyes roamed over his naked form and she felt heat creep up her face. Her eyes landed on his groin and she couldn't help but stare. He wasn't the biggest man she'd ever seen, nor the thickest, but his penis was nice, in its unhardened form. He cleared his throat and that's when Raven noticed the bright orange ball gag, the black leather straps extending from the side of his face to some sort of harness that was fitted over his head. This is a joke, no this can't be real, Jessibell, the Pixie wasn't real. That was a delusion brought on by lack of sleep. She looked away from what she was referring to as her morning waking dream. She started to pace, occasionally throwing glances at the naked man on her bed. His eyes followed her form and suddenly he started to bounce up on the top of the bed, his voice muffled by the ball gag. She couldn't understand a word he was saying.
Going over cautiously, she tried to pull the ball gag off but it wouldn't budge.
"You need to stop biting it," she said. The man shook his head, red hair going this way and that way. He nodded his head toward the bed. Raven looked at him confused. He started to nod his head toward the bed with more vigor.
"Great, I'm stuck playing mime with an idiot," Raven groaned. The mystery man stopped moving and glared at her.
"What? I don't understand what you're trying to tell me. Lassie could do a better job and he's a dog," she retorted to that gaze.
He continued to glare at her. If it were possible she was sure he would cross his arms over his well defined chest. She refused to stare at what she was sure were his hard pecs. His nipples were hardened brown peaks. She found he had golden eyes, a nice compliment to his dark red hair. Good thing he's pretty, it's a shame he's an idiot, she thought in her mind.
"Hey!" A voice shouted in her mind. She stumbled back in shock.
Oh fabulous not only have I conjured up delusions, I'm also hearing voices. I can just hear my therapist now. 'What does this delusion mean? What did the voice say to you?' Raven thought gloomily.
She sighed, reaching for the phone, dreading the phone call she was about to make. Her therapist would insist that she move back to the mainland, that being on the island had made her nuttier than a squirrel. She was about to dial when she heard the voice.
"Put down the phone. You are not crazy. I am real and I need your help," the voice said. She bit her lip trying not to moan. The voice was deep and masculine. Her panties were damp just from the sound. If chocolate had a voice it would definitely be his. Her toes curled and she had to keep from moaning. She was caught between a desire to ask the voice to speak again and dialing the phone. Her nipples were painful nubs rubbing against the rough, worn cotton of her night shirt. Her pussy pulsed and her clit ached, desiring her touch. The sex starved side of her won out.
Say something else, she ordered in her mind. Anything else, oh, oh order a pizza, she requested, knowing she was indulging her insanity, the man on the bed temporarily forgotten.
"Look you crazy woman, I need you to remove the ball gag out of my mouth. The buckle is at the back of my head. I need you to unbuckle this damn thing and then unshackle me," the voice ordered.
Raven felt ridiculously weak, her knees threatened to go out on her any minute and her temperature had risen at least a few degrees. Good lord he sounded sexy, she thought. She clenched her thighs together to keep the pulse of her clit under control, but it wasn't working. Then like cold water thrown on her, she realized what the voice had just said.
"Shit!" she exclaimed out loud looking the man on her bed with wide eyes.
"You . . . you . . .you're talking in my mind, oh crap. I need to call my therapist," she started to dial when the voice spoke in her mind again.
"Don't do that. You're not crazy, everything will be explained once I'm freed and have availed myself of your bathroom. Just let me loose and I'll explain everything, I swear," he said.
Raven's inner walls clamped down on nothing, the ache of her clit increased. She sat down on the bed feeling light headed and overwhelmed. Fanning herself with her hand she tried to cool off, her breasts felt so full and needy, her stomach was tight.
"Oh lord, if I could bottle that I'd be richer than I am now. Whew," she turned toward him, "If you speak again, I think I may come."
She slapped a hand over her mouth and cursed herself silently.
"Oh honey, I think I may enjoy seeing that," He said. She was sure if he could smirk, he would.
Ripples of pleasure skittered through her as her body heat increased, her inner walls clamped down, her clit felt like it was on fire. She couldn't stop squirming. With every word, every sentence she was getting closer to lift off and god, how badly she wanted to come. She resisted the urge to roll and pinch her nipples and rub her clit.
"Stop that," she ordered even though she wanted him to go on. She wanted to climax so badly she could almost taste it. A vibrator had nothing on his voice. She squirmed and looked over at him to find him with a knowing look in his eyes. She cursed herself and stood up. A feeling of light handedness assaulted her and she reached out feeling nothing to grab onto.
"Whoa, whoa there dolcezza, steady, steady," he said his voice less pleasurable. She licked her lips and felt a sense of stability come to her as she managed to get to the nearest wall and lean against it. Taking a deep breath, she chastised herself for not eating dinner, instead opting to take a nice hot bath, change into her favorite T-Shirt and go to bed. Rhea would undoubtedly yell at her. A thought suddenly came to her.
"Wait here," she said as she dashed out of the room.
"Oh where the hell am I going to go honey? I hear Pluto is nice this year, maybe I'll pop over there," he said sarcastically in her mind. She glowered but realized he couldn't see her. So instead she concentrated on running down the stairs without falling. By the time she got to the bottom she was clutching a stitch in her side, cursing herself for having them install so many stairs and forgoing the private elevator. She found her way to the kitchen and burst through the doorway. Rhea was already up making breakfast.
"Need you . . . come with me . . . help . . . oh . . . bacon," she grabbed a strip of bacon, shoved it into her mouth and grabbed Rhea's hand before dashing back up the stairs with Rhea trying to keep up behind her. Finally they made it to the door of her bedroom. Both women were on the verge of collapse.
"I . . . want . . . a . . . pay . . . raise . . . and . . . a . . . pony," Rhea said breathing hard.
Raven would have answered when he heard his voice again. He'd apparently turned the pleasure volume up to ten.
"Back are you? Did you stop by China on your way? Pick up a nice chunk of the great wall?" His voice though sarcastic, was still pleasurable.
Raven's eyes rolled into the back of her head as a mini orgasm ran through her.
"Oh god," she moaned as she sank to the floor.
Rhea reached out, concern on her face.
"Hon, what's wrong. Ven? Sweetie, you're scaring me, you look pale. Well paler than usual," Rhea placed a hand against Raven's forehead and took her wrist, feeling for her pulse.
"You're slightly warm and you're heart is racing. Come on, I think you're coming down with something, let's get you in bed. I'll even make my famous chicken soup."
Rhea managed to get her up, her arm slung around her waist. Raven put her arm around Rhea shoulder, but her legs were giving her trouble. Rhea managed to handle Raven's weight and get the door open only to drop her when she saw what was on the bed.
"Holy moley!"
Raven slid to the floor forgotten when Rhea saw what was on Raven's bed.
-End of Excerpt-
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(Sneak Peek)
Needing You
By Selena Illyria
© 2008 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
I/R, Contemporary
Chapter 1
“Mmmm, this is soooo good,” Cassia murmured as she chewed the piece of cheese fondue drenched bread.
“Honey, stop that, you’re making me hard.” Jonathan said, his eyes not leaving his wife’s mouth.
Cassia rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“You are such a perv you know that?”
She smiled at him. He reached out and tucked a stray curl behind her ear, the brief touch causing her breath to catch, a shiver to run through her. Her stomach tightened and her nipples beaded. She licked her lips and saw he had noticed her reaction. He leaned down and brushed his lips against the shell of her ear.
“If we were alone, I would be fucking you right now. We could go to my office, no one would notice.”He whispered as he inhaled the scent of her perfume.
She bit her lip to hold back a groan, not wanting to think about the limo ride to the Valentine’s Day party, where Jonathan had gone down on her. She struggled to breathe, trying to summon her common sense but it wasn’t surfacing. They were at the annual company Valentine’s Day party, in a room filled with people, people Jonathan had to mingle with and yet so far he’d spent most of his time with her, whispering sexual fantasies into her ear. She looked around hoping to spot Spencer, Jonathan’s brother, who, she hoped would be able to save her from grabbing Jonathan’s hand and heading to his office for a quickie.
“What do you say love, want go for a quickie?”
He pressed himself against her back and she could feel his erection pressing against her bottom. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. She was so horny, it was driving her crazy and Jonathan wasn’t helping her. He was, loving the fact that she was pregnant and gaining more curves. Every chance he got, he’d run his hands up and down her sides, caress her breasts and ass, kiss her abdomen, saying hello to their growing child, while telling her how beautiful she was. It was all hard to ignore.
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(Sneak Peek)
The Present Day
By: Selena Illyria
© 2008 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
I/R, Paranormal
Sebastian pulled back, looking down at Lea, his fingers trailed down the sides of her neck, brushing her pulse on their way down, over her satin covered shoulders and down her arms to take her hands into his. He resisted the urge to lower his head back down and take her lips again, taste the sweetness of her kiss. He drew a deep breath and looked into her eyes, filled with confusion and apprehension. He silently dammed, Jeffery Humphreys, because of him, she remembered nothing. He opened his mouth, ready to spill is deepest secrets, tell her their history, finally lay bare his soul to her and yet nothing came out. How could he explain something that had become so complicated? Even to him and he was there in the beginning. Sighing, he dropped her hands and stepped back, that small act, caused him a slight pang of pain.
"Will you have dinner with me?" He asked, silently begging her to take him up on the offer. If he was truthful it wasn't just about having dinner with her wasn't just about spending more time with her, he was hungry too, he hadn't eaten all day, too busy practicing his solo, focusing on getting it perfect. He felt he had been off the night before and was determined to correct that error, especially since he had received word that she would be in the audience tonight. That night, that performance was only for her, as it had always been. He studied her face, watching her emotions dance in her eyes as she tried to understand his earlier words. He knew he had screwed up, he should let her remember that day, instead he should have said nothing at all. Finally she looked up at him, her brown eyes melting him, he became warm, stomach tightening and breathing became hard. He watched her lick her lips and almost reached out to pull her back into his arms for another taste. His hands twitched, longing to feel her skin against his palms. He gave himself a mental shake, asking himself how would he get through dinner if he couldn't control himself? He couldn't answer himself.
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