An excerpt from Seducing Death

If you don't mind some massive spoilers, and you're okay with pretty much not understanding anything that's going on, then, by all means, I implore you to read ahead.




I am currently working on a four-book series called The Immortals. The tentative titles are as follows; Hunting Death, Provoking Death, Killing Death, and Seducing Death. As it stands now, there is a possibility for a fifth book, but I'm going to leave that up to the readers who are enthralled enough to finish all four books.

What I'm about to share with you is waaaay out of order. Sometimes that's just how it happens though. I'll be working on something and then all of a sudden a particular scene plays out in my head, and I don't want to lose it, so I have to write it all down.

And I did. This is probably what I would consider one of my HOTTEST scenes yet. But working with Vampires can be particularly erotic, and sometimes bloody, so this may not be for the faint of heart or easily grossed out.

From the moment I started writing, I never once thought I'd write a paranormal book, especially not something involving vampires, since that's pretty well played out. But I did a TON of research, binge-watched a few TV series, and worked tirelessly to make this my own. There will probably always be SOME ideas that overlap, but I think I've done a damn good job of separating myself from every other book, movie, or TV series out there.

I only hope that by the time I finish writing these books and get them into print (hopefully early next year) I can finally find my moment in the spotlight. I honestly feel like I have original ideas here, and good ones at that. My origins are well thought out, they make sense in a lot of aspects, and my characters are totally lovable and incredibly hot!

So here's to hoping you enjoy what you're about to read, and that you're left on the edge of your seat wanting more!

If you have any questions or comments or want to know more about The Immortals series, please, by all means, feel free to email me! I welcome inquiries of any kind!

And don't forget to check out the first two chapters of Hunting Death!

Excerpt from Seducing Death;
 
The more she looked at him, the more she noticed him, and the more intrigued she became.

She shouldn’t have been entertaining the thoughts that were currently bombarding her, she had Keith and their tumultuous relationship to think about, but with him thousands of miles away, and the devilishly handsome Sean right there for the taking, she was having a hard time listening to that little voice inside that said this was a bad idea.

Madison found herself wondering just what it was, besides the raving lunatic part of him, that Cybil found so fascinating. Surely it was more than just the surface beauty that attracted a woman like Cybil. After all, hadn’t Keith attracted her too? Hadn’t they been lovers once? Cybil certainly had good taste in men, she could give the woman her dues in that regard.

Madison continued her approach, getting within inches of Sean before he looked at her skeptically and took a few steps back, coming up against the wall, Madison still descending upon him, essentially cornering him.

“What are you doing?” He rasped, his voice quivering with uncertainty.

Madison stopped right before their toes would touch, brushing back her thick inky black hair and exposing the slender column of her neck. “I want you to bite me.” She whispered huskily.

Eyes wide, Sean found himself stammering, “Wha-what?”

Madison tilted her head upright so that she could better see his facial expressions, a confident, if not cocky smile on that angelic face of hers. “I said I want you to bite me. Is that so difficult for you to understand?”

Bite her? Had she really said she wanted him to bite her? Sean wasn’t sure what to think, in that moment, he was absolutely sure he was hallucinating. This was Madison. Strong, confident, sinfully beautiful, and totally off-limits, Madison.

Not only would Cybil disown him for such a betrayal, but Keith would surely rip him to shreds for touching even one hair on his beloved’s head. The woman was either testing him, or she’d gone completely mad!

“Why would I bite you?” He asked, hoping his voice sounded stronger than it had a moment ago.

“I just want to test a little theory, that’s all. Just one little bite. Come on,” she coaxed. “Just a nibble.” 

Both aroused and alarmed, Sean attempted to maneuver himself out of the corner of the kitchen she’d backed him into. But Madison was quicker. Placing a hand on either side of his body, effectively trapping him and forcing him to look her in the eyes, Madison began to work her emotions into a frenzy.

She knew, that despite being younger, she was stronger somehow, and she used that to her advantage. She forced her desire, and her rage onto him. 

 

It wasn’t so much the heat from her eyes, but the emotions she rolled up like a ball of fire and hurled at him with all the speed of a major league pitcher that caught him off guard. Sean had been with Cybil for the past seven years, he was used to emotional torture, though he had never felt anything of this caliber before.

Cybil had often used her charms and worked him into a rage when she wanted him to do her bidding. Or during those times when they found themselves horizontal, she would open herself up to him and allow him to feel her desire, to bask in the flames of her passion.

But even in anger, at her age, Cybil’s powers of persuasion weren’t as concentrated as what he was feeling now. His nerve endings tingled, all of his electrical impulses were wrought with fire and brimstone, like he was burning from the inside out.

Madison pushed her emotions onto him, practically forcing her feelings down his throat. He felt desire, fear, pleasure, and rage all at once. And through it all, one word continued to stick out in his head, she’d focused all of her mental energy on that one desire.

Attack.

It flashed in his mind like a neon strobe. She wanted him to attack. Even as he broke eye contact, his body pressed against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth bared in a painful grimace, her simple command continued to plague him.

There was no escaping the strength of her will, the power of her control.

Her rage flowed through him now like a river of lava. The more he fought, the worse it burned. But Sean tried to remain strong, he fought the urge to give in, even when Madison whispered in his ear to stop fighting it, as she pressed the sweet smelling curve of her neck against him, he held back.

With every ounce of his willpower being tested, Madison seemed to grow stronger, she twisted her rage into pleasure, she made him crave it. Heat pooled in his groin as pain became ecstasy, and fury became obsession.

Madison pressed her mouth to his ear, the wet heat of her words ringing deliciously in his eardrums. She told him to let go, she begged him to give in, and when her tongue slid over his earlobe, when she sucked it into the depths of her mouth, Sean finally lost control.

In one powerful leap, Sean lunged forward, grasping Madison by the shoulders as he craned his neck and sunk his teeth into her. There, at the hollow of her throat, where her carotid artery pulsed to the beat of his own furious heart, he submerged his fangs.

Like biting into a crisp, fresh, apple, Sean felt her skin break. He could hear the rush of her blood despite the pounding of her fervorous emotions still drumming in his head. Then all at once, as the sweet tangy taste of her blood filled his mouth, there was nothing.

Madison went limp in his arms, all of the emotion she’d packed into that one brilliant punch subsided. She was everywhere, all over him, inside of him, and then she was gone. But even as she slid down his body like warm silk, pooling at his feet on the floor, a radiant smile bloomed over her face.

Sean stood over her, he couldn’t move, his brain was mush as he tried to understand what had just happened. He tried to comprehend what it all meant.

Madison’s lashes fluttered against her face, her eyes slowly opening. She sighed, breaking whatever spell had been cast. Looking down, horrified now by himself, by his own actions, Sean slid down beside her, pulling her half into his lap.

“Madison,” he nearly shouted. “Madison, are you okay?”

Holding up a hand, Madison basically shoved it in his face as she reached for him to stroke his cheek, and laughed. “I’m better than okay.”

With an audible sigh, all the pent up air, his fear and frustration flowing in one loud rush, Sean collapsed back against the wall. He didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt like laughing too.

She was right.

Madison had somehow known that it would be better. Being with Keith, being bitten gently, over and over as he moved sweetly on top of her, inside of her, it was a pleasure greater than any she had ever known.

But this was better.

The amount of effort it had taken to break through the forcefield of Sean’s willpower had nearly drained her. Another few minutes and she would have fainted, she was sure of it. But when he’d caved, when she’d found the switch that turned him on, oh God, there just wasn’t a name for the sheer ecstasy coursing through her veins.

There was a rush of adrenaline as his hands gripped her, his nails digging into her soft flesh. And there was a tiny hint of fear in the long seconds before his teeth dug into her. A small instance when she knew she shouldn’t have tempted fate. But once he made contact, as his needle point fangs dipped into her vein, and her blood sprang to the surface, all she could feel was a sweet agonizing release.

Pleasure washed over her in waves. A flurry of passion, and a storm of rhapsody and utter euphoria. And all that from one, simple, bite.

Laughing almost incoherently, Madison looked up at Sean. He had his head braced against the wall, one hand gripped in his hair, and a smile on his face, with streaks of her blood running from the corners of his mouth, but in that moment, she didn’t think he’d ever looked more free, more peaceful.

Or more ridiculously sexy.

Did she really think that one bite was going to be enough to get him out of her system? She must have been crazy, because now that she’d tasted him, or, more accurately, he’d tasted her, all she could think about was having more. She wanted to taste him too, she wanted to feel his body moving alongside hers. She wanted to see him lose control all over again.

Climbing to her feet, Madison held out a hand to help him up. Sean shook his head at her, but allowed her to assist him, going over to the sink and grabbing a paper towel to clean himself up.

He wiped his face, then walked over to Madison to gently clean the blood from her neck, getting some of the sticky liquid on his fingers. But rather than cleaning it with the paper towel, Sean found himself slipping his fingers into his mouth and sucking the remnants of her blood from his skin.

She tasted like pure heaven.

Licking his lips, Sean looked over to find Madison staring at him with a curious expression on her face. It both excited and frightened him, the latter of which should have been his first indication that what had happened between them, shouldn’t have, and never could, again.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” Madison finally dared to ask.

Sean cocked his head, confused by the statement. “What do you mean?”

“I dunno,” Madison began, backtracking, not so sure she wasn’t making a fool of herself now. “I guess I just thought you got as much pleasure from biting me as I got from being bitten.”

“Pleasure? My biting you was pleasurable? Well, that’s a new one.”

Now she was thoroughly peaked. “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean?”

Madison laughed, not sure what the next step was in this weird dance they were doing. “Okay, so, not to be, gross, or anything, but well, when I was still human, and Keith and I hooked up, when he, you know, bit me, it was, well, it was amazing.”

“What do you mean, when he bit you? Like, during sex and stuff?”

“Oh, my God, seriously Sean? You’re not going to seriously stand there and tell me you and Cybil never bit each other during sex, are you?”

Sean suddenly seemed awkward, and uncomfortable, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck in a move to stall the conversation.

“Wow. Seriously?” Madison asked again, feeling a little sympathetic towards him.

“No. Okay? No. Cybil and I never ‘bit each other.’ I guess I always just assumed biting was a way to feed. I didn’t know it was sexual.”

“So, let me get this straight. When you bit a woman, you know, to feed, you never noticed how it made her feel?”

Sean was quiet for a moment, his eyes looking up as though he were deep in thought. “I mean, I guess they all mostly moaned and screamed and stuff, but you know, I thought it was because it hurt.”

“What about when Cybil bit you though? To drain your blood? Didn’t you feel it then?”

He shook his head. “She didn’t, she drained my blood through my ankles, she said it was more symbolic.”

“Huh.”

At a loss for words, Madison grabbed a strawberry from a nearby bowl and popped it into her mouth. Either Cybil was a cold and frigid woman, or she didn’t have the kinds of feelings for Sean that Madison thought she had. Maybe Sean was more of a companion, or a toy. Her top lackey.

It made Madison feel slightly sorry for Sean, but it also made her wonder if Cybil didn’t love Sean because she was still in love with Keith.

Wiping the juice from the strawberry off her lips, she caught Sean licking his own as he watched her.

“Hungry, are you?”

Not realizing he had been staring at her while she devoured the succulent piece of fruit, Sean gave his head a quick shake to bring himself back to reality. Only to notice that yes, he was hungry, he was starving in fact, but it wasn’t blood he was hungry for.

With his brows furrowed, Sean reached gingerly towards the bowl of fruit, picking up the biggest strawberry and slipping it into his mouth. It had been seven years since he’d tasted anything beyond blood. Seven years since the tiny little buds on his tongue had known the pleasure or the sweetness of a rich, red, ripe, strawberry.

But as the berry burst in his mouth, as the juice penetrated his senses, he closed his eyes and heard himself moan. He could taste it. He could taste it with an intensity that shook him to his core. It was almost like he could taste the very field it had been plucked from.

Madison laughed at him, making him aware of the clearly embarrassing scene he had created.

“Are you trying to make love to it?” she teased.

Sean just stared at her in wonderment. He couldn’t believe it, but damn it all to hell if the proof wasn’t right there on the tip of his tongue. He could taste it. And now that he thought about it, he realized that for the first time in seven years, he didn’t even crave the taste of blood.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Sean tossed a couple of berries in his mouth, nearly swallowing them whole, then he raced around the counter, swooping Madison up into his arms and twirling her around in wide gaping circles.

Madison laughed, smiling all the while, she didn’t understand the insanity of the moment, but she relished it. Being held in his grasp, feeling the strength and slight heat of his body against hers felt right on so many levels. For the first time in months, she felt like she was home.

Still lost in the daze, distracted by his new found discovery, Sean pulled her fully against him and captured Madison’s wide smile with his mouth, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her for all she was worth, with every ounce of passion and desire that subsided within him.

He told himself it was a thank you. He didn’t know how long this feeling was going to last, but every minute, every second, was a gift to him, a miracle, and he wanted to let her know just how much he appreciated what she’d done to him, for him.

Madison hadn’t been expecting the kiss, she still wasn’t quite sure what had happened, though she suspected she knew the truth even though she didn’t want to believe it. However, when his lips had descended on hers, as his tongue invaded her mouth and provoked her to respond, she lost all ability for rational thought.

Not that she wanted to think. She just wanted to feel.

The strength of his muscles as his body pressed almost painfully against hers. The gentle prodding of his tongue when she gave herself over to the sensation and participated. The hardness of his arousal as she moved to better accommodate him.

She wanted to feel it all. And more.

When Sean finally broke contact, she felt bereft. She hadn’t asked him to stop. She didn’t want him to. And as he stood looking at her with a newfound hunger in his eyes. She knew it hadn’t been easy for him to pull away. He wanted her, but he knew he shouldn’t have her.

And that excited her far beyond everything else she felt.

Madison didn’t speak, she didn’t have to. Words weren’t needed here. She didn’t care about the consequences, about tomorrow, about regret. She wanted Sean with an intensity that she knew was only going to eat her alive if she tried to ignore it. And with every painful breath he forced himself to take, Madison could see, she could sense, that he was having just as hard of a time holding back.

The problem was, Madison had practically been inside his head already, and she knew he had incredible willpower. That he had lost his composure just now and kissed her was a testament to just how much he *was holding back. If she wanted this, if she wanted him, she was going to have to be the one to make the first move.

Despite his bad boy nature, there was good inside of Sean, and perhaps he had gotten tripped up over his resolve when he’d kissed her, but she knew he wouldn’t fall. He would respect her in this. A murderer yes, but was there not still honor among thieves? He would not steal what he perceived to be her virtue.

So she would give it to him.

Just when he thought he was going to be able to catch his breath, Madison launched a full-scale attack. Without warning, Madison both grabbed Sean by the shirt front and shoved every last item off the countertop behind her. Bowls crashed to the floor, glass shattered, spewing in every which way, fruit spilled to the ground, wasted.

But none of it mattered. Madison was so far beyond reason and logic. All she could see was Sean. Her thoughts were consumed by the feel of him, she imagined the taste of him. Madison was greedy for the kind of pleasure that only Sean could give her, and in return, she wanted to show him what he’d been missing all along.

Still pulling him towards her, Madison slid onto the top of the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist as she forced him between them. Finally letting go of his shirt, she threaded her fingers roughly through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp as she tugged his face closer, nearly shoving his head into her cleavage.

Though he was in complete shock, Sean needed no further invitation than the one he’d been given, quickly taking control of the situation. He pushed Madison backward, forcing her to lay on the cold granite while he began to take his fill of her. He ripped her shirt, tearing her bra from her torso, and filling his mouth with each exquisite globe, sucking the tender flesh until it bruised.

He nipped at the swell of her breasts, blood seeping from the wounds, he lapped it up before pulling her upright again and sinking his fangs into the side of her neck. Madison gasped, clutching him to her, begging him for more.

So he gave her more.

Sean quickly stripped her of her jeans and panties, forcing her legs apart as he pulled her bottom towards his face, exposing the intimate valley between her thighs. Then he dove straight in, capturing the core of her burning desire between his lips and sucking it into the heated depths of his mouth.

He ran his tongue along the sensitive nub, he lapped at her body, he sucked and twisted her into knots. Then he bit into the tender flesh of her inner thigh, blood flowed freely, he drank his fill, and then he went back for more of the sweet nectar between her legs.

Madison was catapulted over and over into the land of nothingness. For she felt everything, but she knew nothing other than the raging waters of delirium that sprouted up like geysers around her. Swell after swell pulled her into the rip current that continued to drag her under.

She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move, she didn’t exist outside of this burning sensation. And yet she yearned for more. She craved a completion, a release she couldn’t grasp. Madison was lost to herself, so completely at the mercy of Sean that she could do little more than quake with each new eruption that he caused.

Satisfied that she was truly ready for him, ready to plummet over the last waterfall that waited for them, and still completely unaware of what was to come, Sean finally let up, but just a little. With his hands still plying her into submission, he pulled her face towards him for a kiss.

She could taste herself on him, the sticky sweetness of her body and her blood. And she liked it.

Madison wasn’t sure how she’d react to blood knowing how she’d gagged the first time Sean had shoved it in her face, she was ready to find out though.

Evading the second coming of his mouth, Madison shoved his head to the side and dug her teeth deep into the pulse beating a rapid tattoo at the base of his throat. Madison’s eyes flew open, her pupils almost completely swallowing her irises whole as the first irony drop of blood hit her tongue.

She could taste the metallic tang, but what was more, she could taste his desire. It was like being inside his head, she could feel him, he was surrounding her thoughts, consuming her own emotions. It felt like they were one, as though their bodies had completely merged. And it was only as the next wave of ecstasy rolled over her, drowning out whatever reservations remained that she realized her wrist was in his mouth, his teeth were in her veins.

Oblivious to the world around them, Madison shredded Sean’s t-shirt, biting her way across his chest, licking droplets of blood and watching with an avid curiosity as his body quickly healed the wounds.

Sean stood back with a forced reluctance, allowing her to explore his body. She ran her fingers along his abdomen, and it felt like every last nerve ending was on fire. She dipped her tongue into his navel, and he swore his head was going to explode.

With not so steady hands, Madison helped him out of his jeans, the last barrier that remained between them. And taking the full weight of him into her palm, she squeezed him gently, forcing a moan from somewhere deep inside him.

Madison continued to stroke him, and then she took him as far into her mouth as she could stand. She used her hands to knead him, and her mouth to push him towards oblivion. Sean braced himself against the side of the counter as Madison kneeled before him. She looked up at him with fury in her eyes.

He was torn between letting go and holding on, she drove him mad with want, insane with rapture. It was a kind of mania he couldn’t control, but he had to. It couldn’t end with her mouth around him. He had a deep seeded desire, driven by this fever that wracked his body, a need to be inside her.

Climbing out of the pit of insanity she’d thrown him into, Sean gripped her by the shoulders, lifting her and quickly, though gently tossing her on top of the table in the dining room before pushing himself between her legs and forcing the hard length of himself inside her.

Madison gasped when his body intruded hers, but as the pleasure ebbed and flowed with each thrust, and her sheath accommodated the hard steel of his sword, she wrapped her limbs around him, pulling him as deep as he could go.

Her back arched, her hands gripping the edge of the table, Madison urged him on, meeting each thrust head on. If hell was on earth, she never wanted to see heaven. She could conjure up no greater pleasure than the feel of his body in hers.

But as they rushed towards the roaring waters of hysteria together, Madison knew they weren’t done yet. There were higher planes, deeper pools beyond the four oceans, and they would find them. Even if they got lost in each other, they would find the ultimate gratification. With Sean’s hands on her hips, his fingers digging so deep as to cause bleeding, Madison gave herself over to the madness.

She was close, he could feel it. She was teetering on the precipice, on the edge of the world, ready to fall headlong into the furor. The tension was building, a coil so tight inside him that it would burst rather than unroll. He was coming apart at the seams, unraveling with each thrust. She clamped and clasped him from the inside. Squeezed and milked him, his imminent release boiling just below the surface.

Sean held on as long as he could, he waited until the very last possible second for both of them, then he yanked her forward, shoving his wrist in her mouth just as he locked his own lips around hers. If they were going to go down, they were going to go down in the most epic way possible.

He’d felt the connection earlier, he sensed her deep inside his subconscious, and he read her darkest desires as they filled each other, as they climbed into the other’s body. He would later wonder why Cybil had never mated with him this way, but here, and now, all he could feel was Madison.

As she swam in his thoughts, he tasted her greatest fears, and they gave themselves to one another. It was like a bright light, one they couldn’t escape, and though it brought an incredible pleasure, there was an underlying pain.

The orgasm overtook them both, wracked their minds, their bodies, simultaneously. A pleasure so extreme it almost hurt. So complex they couldn’t comprehend how it existed at all. Sean spilled himself into her, her body convulsing around him, little electrical shocks that prodded him to give her more. So he gave her all of him, and she consumed him whole.

They lay together afterward, Sean collapsed on top of her, there on the dining room table for all the world to see. So spent that neither of them even cared should anyone come looking for them. Splattered in blood. Covered in each other. And yet, not quite sated.

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The Neighborly Thing To Do...

I love that house. She thought to herself, jerking on the leash a little as her dog stopped to sniff at yet another tree.

She walked past this house every day, twice a day in fact, and mesmerized by every detail, fell in love a little bit more each time.

The garage door was open today, she could hear a voice.

A very masculine voice.

And as she neared close enough to take in a sidelong view of Mr. Deep Voice, a little black rocket shot out of the open garage and barked a rapid tattoo of insults at her own much larger dog.

The little rat looking animal danced around her feet, yapping and snapping at her heels.

It wasn't long though before Mr. Deep Voice himself came rushing out of the garage, holding a phone in one hand and a leash in the other.

"Oh, God, I am so sorry," he said, slipping his phone in his pocket and snatching the little dog off the ground.

Jerking on the leash to get her own monster back under control, she pushed a lock of hair that had escaped from her ponytail behind one ear, a smile blooming across her face as they locked eyes.

Not only did he have a beautiful home, but he also had a very attractive face as well.


He was all angles, with thick brown hair and eyes that were more yellow than brown, the color of a good whiskey on the rocks.

She gulped, hoping he didn't notice.

With the small dog still yapping but cradled now in one strong arm, he held out his free hand to her.

Switching the leash over to her left hand, she gripped his hand firmly and shook it.

"Hi, I'm Jake. Sorry about Satan here," he laughed, giving the dog the slightest of shakes as it continued to growl. "I haven't seen you around here before, are you new to the neighborhood?"

His hands were soft but for a couple of calluses, and his grip was firm. The smile on his face sincere, if not totally sexy.

She could do little more than nod in the direction of her apartment building right down the street.

"Just moved in a couple of months ago," she managed, freeing her hand from his grasp and using it to absently pat her companion on the head, as he sat panting and looking up at her.

"Beautiful dog," Jake commented, indicating the large mixed breed heeling next to her.

"Thank you, this is Brownie."

The large brown shepherd looking dog looked from one to the other, tongue lolling about as he realized he was being talked about.

Jake laughed, the sound of that laughter warming her up inside. First his eyes, then his laughter, Jake was just one big glass of liquid warmth wasn't he? And simply looking at him was giving her all sorts of courage she'd never known she possessed.

"I love your house," she heard herself saying before she even knew the words had formed in her head.

Jake turned for a second, admiring the two-story cabin-like structure, "Yeah, it's alright." He replied.

"No really, that little bay window, the wood look, it's great."

One dark eyebrow cocked upward, his body still half turned, he gave her a devilish smile. "Would you like a tour?" He suggested.

Before she could comprehend what he'd even said, she found herself walking towards the house with him. He opened a gate off the side of the house, and setting the little satanic dog on the ground, indicated that she should leave Brownie outside as well, he opened the back door and guided her inside with a firm hand on her elbow, lest she change her mind.

Once inside, Jake gave her a quick tour of the house that was  as lovely on the inside as it was on the outside.

She wondered if Jake looked as good naked as he did clothed. Then with a shake of her head, she thumbed herself mentally for that one.

Peering around the more than adequately appointed chef's kitchen, she almost wasn't sure she had heard him correctly when he finally spoke up again.

"Would you like some sex?"

"I'm sorry what?" She asked in astonishment, her jaw nearly dropping.

"I said, would you like something to drink?"

Her eyes a bit cross, and her brow furrowed, she shook her head, then smiled, laughing at herself, which only seemed to confuse Jake.

"Sorry... I just, I thought you said..."

"I did." He interrupted before she could finish.

"You did what? Propositioned me for sex?"

He nodded, a cocky ass grin spreading the width of his face. "Is that a problem?"

"I don't even know you!" She gasped, not sure if she should be appalled or turned on at this point. Of course, it was clearly the latter that she was feeling, her loins gripped in anticipation.

Jake took a step towards her, taking a loose strand of hair and twirling it around his fingers. "You're right, you don't know me." He crooned, his voice deep and low. "But you'd like to."

She would have huffed indignantly if she could have, but at the moment, she could do little more than swallow as her mouth began to water. As her eyes were captivated by the warming of his amber colored irises.

With a light tug on her hair, he pulled her closer, his hands reaching out to cup her face as their bodies nearly came up against each other, heat radiating off him in waves.

"I don't know you," she whispered with a lot less conviction.

Jake merely smiled at her before he lowered his face to hers and let their lips touch in the briefest of kisses.

It was feather light, but the force of it, the strength of it shocked her system completely. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing into his hard chest, her mouth seeking his in a move of complete surrender.

Jake needed no further prompting, he lifted her into his arms, placing her bottom on the top of the granite countertop and fisting his hand into her hair, he yanked her head back so that he could plunder the long smooth column of her throat.

His lips were hot, and his hands were rough as he fought to get her out of her clothes.

Jake's mouth seared her, branded her, claimed every available inch of her neck. She moaned, as much in pleasure as in pain while his grip on her hair remained firm.

Moving swiftly down her body, he finally released his hold on her so that he could maneuver her back against the cold hard granite and explore her body further.

He lapped and laved at her puckered nipples, he dipped his tongue in her navel, and he teased and tasted the sweet flavor of her womanhood.

As she arched and moved against his mouth, her body slick with sweat, with need, he pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, he examined the core of her, his fingers delving into the depths of her hot wet desire as he stroked and stoked the flames within.

She exploded in a rush of heat, a blast of firey intensity. Her orgasm a powerful flare-up that nearly singed him in the process.

And as quickly as the orgasm ebbed, he began to build it back up, flicking at the sensitive nub that pulsated and throbbed.

Climbing on top of the counter himself, Jake flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees in front of him, his hands digging into her hips as he thrust himself into her in one quick motion.

Intertwining his fingers into her already mussed up hair, he pulled her head back towards him again and rode her hard.



He pushed himself into her body over and over, each powerful thrust sending her breasts into a fast rocking motion.

Groaning low and loud, he reached out and grabbed one breast, kneading her taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger for several moments before doing the same to the other.

She moaned, the differing sensations evoking a strong pleasurable buzz of electricity to pulse through her body, as his thrusting rapidly increased.

He pitched himself into her, diving as deep as their bodies would allow. Forcing her to accommodate his thick length, and nearly coming undone with each new undulation of his hard body into hers.

 It was she however who broke first.

With her breasts flattened against the hard granite, her ass in the air while he banged their bodies together, his hands gripping and digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, she came, fast and hard.

Everything had been fast and hard with Jake.

She erupted like Mount Vesuvius. Hot wet spasms of liquid making her body slick and easy for him as he continued to plunder her booty like a pirate.

Nearing a treasure greater than gold, he pitched forward, leaning over her body as he came. As he dumped his seed into her, emptying himself so completely.

Jake slapped her on the ass, leaving her lying on top of his counter as he made his way into the bathroom to grab a towel.

Using the towel a moment later to gently clean her off, he handed her the clothes that had been discarded in their haste and poured a glass of cold water from the fridge as she commenced getting dressed.

"Thank you," she said bashfully, taking the water and putting the cup to her lips.

Jake just smiled. "I'm so glad you like my house," he finally said, pulling on his jeans as he shot her another of those grins of his. "Feel free to come back anytime."

All Tied up...

"I don't know about this," she said, worrying her lower lip as she looked around the room.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun,"

"Will it hurt?"

A wicked smile spread across his already too handsome face, "Only if you want it to."

Am I doing this? She asked herself, nervously looking from the bed to him, where he stood at the end of it, a pair of handcuffs dangling from his fingertips.

"So?" He urged gently.

She smiled shyly, nodding, then turning around when he indicated she do so with his finger, that feral gleam still sparking in his eyes.

He slipped the cuffs around her wrists, clamping them tight and being rewarded with a nervous jerk for his efforts, a low chuckle rumbling deep in his throat as he turned her around, placing his hands on her shoulders and gently pushing her onto her knees.


She stared up at him with her large doe colored eyes, gulping visibly.

Stepping towards her, he rubbed the bulge in his pants against the side of her face, thumbing the snap of his jeans loose.

"I want you to unzip it," he said in a low commanding voice.

"H-how?" She stammered.

"Your mouth."

With a little effort and a lot of courage, she leaned forward, gripping the fly of his pants in her teeth and tugging it downward.

He quickly slid his jeans and boxers off, his manhood jutting forward as it was freed from all barriers.

"Now lick it."

He braced one hand on her shoulder as she leaned in again, and threaded the fingers of his other hand through her hair, gripping it to the point of being uncomfortable, but not enough to cause her to scream out in pain.

Hesitantly at first, she flicked her tongue out, briefly touching the bulbous head of his engorged member.

And as a strangled groan of pleasure sounded from within him, she became more fluid in her movements, more comfortable with the contours she traced along his body with her tongue.

Laving at the sensitive tip of his desire, before taking the initiative to engulf him wholly.

A spasm of pleasure jerked his body as the heat of her mouth surrounded him, while she pleasured him past the peak of arousal and drove him closer to the edge of insanity.

Pulling back, he forced her onto her feet, using quick deft movements to rip her blouse from her body and exposed the creamy white globes of her breasts. Taking in the sight of her as he relieved her of her bra, he sampled her nipples, digging his fingers into her scalp as he yanked her head back for better leverage, her ample breasts thrusting out.

Having paid the uppermost part of her body some thorough attention, he maneuvered her towards the bed, sitting on the mattress, he guided her until she was between his legs with her back to him.

Then with slow sure hands, he slid his fingers up her thighs and under her skirt, pulling her lacy
underthings off with tantalizing ease.

Her skirt still up around her waist, he bent her forward, enjoying the view as her soft womanly folds parted before him.

With skilled fingers, he played her like a pianist. Exploring the depths of her body with broad strokes and a fast tempo.

Tilting his chest forward, his hands grasping both sides of her buttocks and pulling her towards him, his mouth sought her out. His tongue slipped into her body, meting out a most pleasurable punishment as he invaded every inch of her.

Her body bucked when she fought against her restraints, as she begged and pleaded for release.

Whether that was a release from her shackles or the kind that his mouth continued to promise, he didn't care. She moaned and purred his name as she became lost in the throes of rapture.

And just when he was sure she was nearing the brink of delirium, he stopped, digging his fingers into her hips and yanking her down on top of him.

Impaling her in one deft move. Forcing her body to accept all of him, filling her sheath to the hilt.

She screamed his name, arching into him as he began to move inside her, guiding her up and down the length of his shaft.

With rapid thrusts, he pushed her swiftly to the edge of Rhapsody.

Her body abuzz with a million little electrical impulses firing all at once, she was swept away by the intoxicating sensations he provoked, the dam bursting as her climax rushed forth and overpowered her.

Clasping her ass in a smacking grab, he pushed her further, drove her higher as he fought his own tidal wave of release.

With his head thrown back in a primal growl, he was exhilarated by the euphoria of the orgasm that subdued him. He emptied himself into her, onto her, using her shamelessly.

Lifting her from his lap, he quietly keyed the lock of her restraints and gave her a devilish wink on his way to the shower.

Clearly ready for round two...

Lady with the Red Dress on...

"Same time next week?"

He nodded and smiled, not really paying attention but hoping the client didn't notice. He hated these meetings.

Shaking the client's hand as enthusiastically as he could, he absently stirred the ice in his drink and watched the frumpy old man exit the bar.

God, he hated entertaining clients.

And just as he was about to check out the TV stationed above his head and catch the latest scores, a blur of red caught his attention back at the doorway.

He nearly gave himself whiplash when he did a double take, for surely his eyes were deceiving him. Nobody could look that good in red.

The fabric of the dress fit like a second skin, highlighting her every curve, with a long slit right up the side.

While he couldn't fathom what she could possibly be doing in a place like this, dressed to kill like she was, his mood suddenly perked up.

He unconsciously straightened his shoulders and watched her progress as she chose a high top across from where he sat at the bar.

Forcing himself to look away, he ordered another drink and tried to focus on the baseball game playing on one of several big screened TVs.

He couldn't do it though, he found himself looking over the rim of his glass at the lady with the red dress on.

She slid onto her chair, the slit in her dress falling to the side as she crossed her legs

Mouthwatering, he watched the way her sleek legs slipped over one another, his eyes traveling the length of those long, glorious appendages as he skimmed the rest of her body.

From the way her dress hugged her waist, to her ample cleavage all but threatening to spill over the top of the gown, surely it was enough to give any many a heart attack.


And when he dared look north of those voluptuous, and creamy globes, it was then that their eyes clashed. Like a lightning bolt, a shock of electricity shot through his body.

She was looking at him!

He quickly turned around, expecting to see some studly bodybuilder behind him, but noticing no one other than a family seated in a booth to his right, he turned back to look at her again.

Sure enough, she was still looking in his direction, and this time, when their gazes collided, his heart nearly tripped a beat. One side of her full red lips turned up at the corner in a half smirk as her brows rose and fell slowly.

Looking away again quickly, he gulped.

But before he could muster the courage to do much more than look in her general direction again, his view was blocked by one of the waitstaff.

The young man stood there for what seemed like the longest minute of his life, probably flirting with her as he took her order, before turning and walking over to the bar.

She was looking down at her menu now. Damn.


And just like that, as if she knew he was watching her, she looked up again.

The waiter, damn him, came back within seconds, sufficiently blocking his view once more while he stood there, shooting the shit with her for several minutes.

He could hear her low throaty laugh from across the bar.

There was a rich smoky quality to it, just the sound of it sent shockwaves of electricity popping throughout his nervous system.

Who was this woman?

When the waiter was finally forced to pry himself away from her to attend to other customers, she was no longer looking in his direction, but instead scanning the restaurant, drink in hand as she toyed absently with the straw.


Plucking a strawberry from the side of her glass, he stared, open-mouthed, as she put the tip of the ripe, juicy fruit to her lips.

She slid the tender fruit in a circle over her full mouth before sliding it between her equally red lips and nipping a small chunk off of it.


Either she had no idea how incredibly sexy and erotic, an image she was presenting just then, or she didn't give a damn who watched. Because she continued to tempt and tease him with that single piece of fruit. Sliding it in and out of her mouth, sucking on it for several long torturous seconds before finally popping it into her mouth and eating it.

It wasn't until minutes later, as she was licking the last of the juice from her fingers that her gaze met his again. And he'd swear, by the feral gleam in those big smoky eyes that she'd known what she was doing all along.

That perhaps she'd been toying with him this whole time.

But why?

Why him? Why not the young, and clearly good-looking waiter? Why not one of several other men currently sitting at the bar?

Not that he considered himself ugly by any means, but surely there were better-looking men than him, or at least, men closer to being in the same league as she was in.

Not that it mattered, because even as he contemplated doing something, anything, about the way she was basically mind fucking him right now, she laid a couple of bills on the table, downed the rest of her drink, and walked towards the exit.

Well hell, he thought to himself. Thoroughly disappointed in both the fact that she was leaving and the fact that his legs didn't yet feel strong enough to support him after the little show she'd put on.

And watching the way the red fabric clung to her backside, the gentle sway of her hips as she maneuvered through the bar, he was forced to swallow the bitter taste of his cowardice at not going over to at the very least, talk to her.

Draining the rest of his own glass, he signaled the bartender to bring him his check, paid his tab, and headed for the restroom.

Might as well head out himself at this rate. No point in sticking around. The chances of another woman of that quality coming into a dump like this were slim to none.

But as he rounded the corner to the restrooms, he noticed the sign on the men's room door.

Just swell.

With limited options, and going home with a full bladder not one of them, he opted for the family restroom instead, flipping the light on and closing the door behind him.

As much as it probably would have amused him, he didn't think the restaurant staff or the ladies for that matter would enjoy having a man in the women's bathroom.

Laughing to himself at the image of a woman screaming as he walked out of one of the stalls and started washing his hands, he hardly noticed when the door opened behind him.

But as a whoosh of cool air blew past him, he quickly shook himself and shoved it back in his pants, at least he'd been able to finish!

Annoyed, he turned around to give whoever it was a piece of his mind, even if he had forgotten to lock the door.

"Hey, someone's...."

The words, however, died a quick death upon his lips as he came face to face with the lady in the red dress.

He gulped audibly.

She stood just in the doorway, watching him as he stared at her while trying his best to regain what little composure he'd started with.

He wasn't sure what he should be doing in a situation like this. Should he apologize? No, wait, she walked in on him!

A thousand and one thoughts crowded his mind at once, torn between excusing himself and suggesting something so vile and inappropriate that she was sure to slap him, he could do little more than what he was currently doing.

Standing and staring.

Before he could sort through the jumble of thoughts and images though, and come up with a coherent sentence, she reached behind herself, locked the door and started walking towards him.



Instinctively, he backed up, stopping when he came up against the wall.

Without a word, she reached out to him, running her hands along his arms, down his waist and landing on the snap of his jeans, where she quickly went to work.


"Wha wha what are you doing?" He stammered, his pulse beginning to race.

Lowering herself to her knees in front of him now though, she placed a finger to her lips and signaled for him to be quiet.

Was this really happening? He thought to himself as she slid down the length of his body, dragging his jeans down around his ankles and reaching into his boxers.

And all the while, as she continued to undress him, she looked up at him, watching him, watch her.

A mischievous little glimmer lit her eyes as she gripped him firmly in her hands, he jerked slightly at the contact.

She handled him, stroked him, nibbling on her lower lip and moaning as she fondled him to a quick arousal.

She licked her lips, then leaning forward, she took him fully into her mouth, her tongue circling the head of his shaft and flicking it with hard rough strokes.

He braced himself against the wall, his hands automatically going to her head, his fingers lacing in her thick silky hair.

And she moaned louder, the sound deep in her throat, the thrum of the vibration going straight through his body as she continued to suck and lave at his manhood.

Breathing hard, his chest heaving, she brought him to the peak of combustion before pulling away, laughing as she licked her plump lips, and wiped at the moisture around them.

"What's your name?" She asked, turning and reaching behind her for her discarded purse.

It took him a minute to calm himself, to fully comprehend that she'd just spoken, let alone what she'd said.

"Isn't it a little late for that now?" He finally managed.

She chuckled, sparing him a glance over her shoulder as she fished through her purse.

And just as he was about to start righting his clothes, she stood up, shaking her head at him. "Uh-uh, I'm not done with you yet."

"You're not?" He asked in disbelief, cocking an eyebrow and taking the time to straighten his glasses.

"What's your name,?" she repeated, chewing on her lower lip with her head tilted to the side.

"Jason, why?"

The smile she gave him was nearly as potent as her oral subjugation had been.

"I just wanted to know who's name I'd be screaming in a few minutes." She replied, shoving a small square wrapper into his hands. "Here, help me out with this will you?"


She didn't wait for a response, however, turning away from him as she pulled her hair into a ponytail and slid her hands under her dress to remove a scrap of lace he supposed passed for a g-string.

When she turned back to find him doing little else besides gaping at her, she began to laugh in earnest. Walking up to him and running a finger along his mouth.

"I love your lips, Jason. I want you to put them on me. Now."

He gulped again, fumbling now with the condom wrapper as her hands trailed lower, down his chest, and along his abdomen until she was once again gripping him firmly in her hands, stroking him into another frenzy.

How he managed to finally get the damned condom on with her hands ravaging his body was beyond him, but before he realized what he was doing, they'd switched places, with her against the wall, and those lips of his that she just loved, frantically devouring her.

Just the taste of her was like an aphrodisiac, his senses spiraling crazily out of control as he endured one narcotic like kiss after another.

His lips sought her neck, her ears, the tops of her breasts, and chest heaving, her fingers digging into his scalp and twisting in his thick brown hair, she moaned, practically purring as he continued to explore her body.

With one hand still in his hair, she yanked his mouth back up to hers, thrusting her tongue inside and willing him to put up a fight, to battle her for control. With the other hand, she managed to pull him closer, to jump and wrap herself around him, her legs clutching and clamping around his waist.

Gripping her buttocks for leverage, he gave her what she wanted, with one deft movement, he thrust himself into her, sheathed himself with her body to the hilt.

She gasped his name, burying her face in his neck and nipping at his shoulder in an attempt to stifle the moans that grew louder with each shove of his body into hers.

With all the strength and control he could muster, he carried her over to the sink, bracing her on top of it to get better leverage, to force himself further inside her tight little body.

With her dress up around her waist, his pants around his ankles and their flesh joined so completely, they began to quicken their paces, the crescendo of pleasure building, nearing the plateau as they climbed higher together.

He couldn't think as he pounded himself into her, as she moaned, and true to her word, screamed his name over and over, commanding him to go faster, harder, deeper. Begging him to make her come.

He should have cared about whether or not anyone could hear him, but with her lips on his neck, her breath a feather-light caress against his heated skin, and her nails clawing into his back, all Jason could do, was hold on and enjoy the ride.

She threw her head back then, panting and groaning in pure ecstasy as her legs tightened around him, as her muscles constricted in the orgasm that finally overtook her. Shook her to her very core, the world fading and then crashing all around her.

And as her body pulsed and convulsed to the rhythm of his pounding heart, a million colors exploded like fireworks in his head, swimming before his eyelids when his own release consumed him, took him under and drowned him in wave after wave of insurmountable pleasure, spilling himself into her.

She sat there for a moment afterward, her back against the mirror as she caught hold of her breathing and watched him pull himself together.

A wicked smile graced those cherry red lips, nearly swollen from his onslaught.

Scooting down from the counter, she snatched her panties from the floor and shoved them into her purse. 

With a light pat to his cheek, her fingers lingering and trailing down his chest, she gave him one last smile and headed for the still locked door, opening it and blowing him a quick kiss before disappearing from view.

This was my first *inspired* fantasy blog, and I'm so thankful that they were willing to open up to me and share one of their most intimate desires with me! Takes a certain amount of guts for sure!

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