Dalliance in Darkness ( Dalliance #1) (12 page)

My toes curled and my muscles tightened. “May I cum?” I moaned as he railed against me like an animal in heat. I whined and moaned and found myself desperately trying to hold back from going over that edge. “Please,” I begged and begged some more, repeating that in lusty murmurs for every time that he fucked my hole.
 
“Let me cum Sir.”

I felt his hand tighten around me once again, constricting me of my air. Seconds passed, and for each that did I found myself more and more surprised I could hold back for what I usually so easily indulged in.

James released his hand. “Cum for me darling.”

I gasped for air and let go of all inhibitions, feeling my entire body quiver in one big wave, and a dozen smaller ones in its wake – my pussy contracting and my throat whining. The release so tremulous I could feel the strong needle like pleasure from my clit straight to my head; crawling up my spine like fire. I wanted to laugh and cry and sing all at the same time, but found myself to lost and floaty to do so, so I simply laid there.

James pulled himself out and flopped to my side, hooking an arm around me. “Now there’s a good girl,” he praised, grabbing my hand with the one not wrapped around my person. He just held my hand. Holding it firmly in his grasp.

I choked back the string pulling at my chest and snuggled in his embrace.

Promises

My body was tired and sore, so when James turned the knobs to his shower I lit up at the prospect. It had been a long day, and a longer couple of weeks. He checked the water and peeled off his boxers, extending a hand to me. I grabbed it and stepped in first. It was warm and inviting, and for all intents and purposes it ensnared the senses. I tugged on James’ hand wanting him to join me.

Stepping into the shower he compulsively pulled over the shower curtain. He put his hands on my waist and moved them to my ass, grabbing down on me and pulling me into him. James moved a hand up and make me look up at him, though he did not need to do so – I did that willingly. He leaned in tauntingly slow, letting me anticipate the feel of his lips against mine – the electricity between us white hot.

His lips touched mine and I responded passionately, feeling how strong and powerful his embrace was – basking in the glow of his presence and warmth. I wrapped my arms around him and climbed up him so that I could clinch my legs against him.

Without words he recognized my motion and cradled me, giving out a dark little laugh of amusement. “Atta girl.”

I went over to his neck and kissed all along it, leaving little bite marks but stopped myself, instead looking at him for permission. He smirked and held me in one hand, pushing me into his neck with the other. I sunk my teeth deeper into him, sucking and nibbling. It was weird to think, but he tasted so good.

There was an unmistakable hardness that I could feel between his legs poking at me. I couldn’t believe the stamina that he had, cumming inside of my mouth and still managing to be hard enough to fuck me. My hips instinctively moved to tease him.

I kissed his lips. “So,” I said.

“So?” He brushed back the length of my drenched hair behind my ear.

“Did I convince you, oh ravenous one,” I said.

James humphed. “You did,” he said. “So much so I’ve decided something,” he teased.

“Oh?” I felt a fluttering in my breast.

“I’ll promise to convince Dean under one condition,” he pulled me in to kiss and bite down on my lower lip. It was a sweet, delicious pain. He pulled back and I wanted to whimper. “This.” He moved his hand from my face to my clit and gave it a pinch. I yelped loudly. “Happens again.” James moved his hand up my body feeling all over. “I won’t say when, or for how long it will be and especially not how hard I will be on you,” he grinned. “And for ya.”

I considered his proposal, even if it wasn’t to what we originally agreed upon. The thought of being taken by him at any time was exciting, but I was bad with commitment and horrible at keeping myself with one person for too long – yet I promised I would try. I promised her, I promised myself.

I bit my lip and looked him in the eyes. “Bargain struck.”

Ring III

The sound of kindling fire did little to mask the cracking noise from the bullwhip striking Ms. Arthur. She had grown to love his rather vicious spankings most of all even if they did leave her with agonizing welts and bruise marks. For in her mind they were a statement of pride; a trophy of affection and love to be cherished.

The man unhooked her from the suspension apparatus letting her fall to the hardwood floor. His steps were careful and precise. Measured. He moved eight steps back to stand atop the monstrous sized pelt rug of a rare lion. The pristine furs a bright ivory in the orange lighting of the room.

Miss Arthur turned her head to look at her man. The one they all called Sir. Master. Boss. She was well acquainted with his wrath, and looked forward to experiencing only the smallest fractions of his depth. For when he smirked she smoldered. The raising of his hand was enough to let her know – back down pet. Back down or be broken so.

He snapped his fingers signaling for her to come. She was sluggish to respond still lost in another world entirely – a place within a place. A palace of the mind all her own. She knew well the commands of her teacher and dared not disobey. And so she crawled. Inch by inch on hand and knee.

Not one second did she let her gaze fall from his eyes. Grey-green. Always watching her every nuance. If eyes were truly windows to the soul then out looking in; she felt a blizzard torture her hardened carapace of a body while seeing the roaring flickers of a candle amongst the darkness. Him alone in the dark save for the comforts of his lavish chair and pelt beneath his feet – save for the books upon books upon shelves.

But for every ounce sadistic; the narcissist knew to comfort. He praised miss Arthur as she reached his feet and rubbed against his legs with her face, murmuring her approved words and phrases. It had taken some time to reduce her most wide breadth of vocabulary down to proper forms of expression. ‘Thank you master’ and ‘May I please?’ were all she could repeat every few breaths.

The man pet her hair and laid himself down beside her, wrapping his arm around her mid section replying only, “You may.”

Miss Arthur, overwhelmed with joy, mewled and squeaked her pleasure thanking him again and again. She grabbed his hand and sank back into the whole of his body.

Her eyes lowered to the ring on his finger. Remembering the gold and the etchings and the ruby opal. It had been bothering the favored servant girl for some time now. It had been so long since her master deemed it appropriate to be alone and simply lay together. The quietness and the white noise of the fireplace all contributed to her serenity.

Breaths and heartbeats passed; then turned into minutes. Mrs. Arthur’s observations continued to fall back on the ‘U’ shaped marking of her master’s ring.

The ring of her master.

About The Author

Kayla Kissler has been writing ever since her father had bought her a type writer for Christmas, and in all this time only one genre truly called to her above all else: Romance. But falling in love didn’t work out so well for her and her tastes moved to the more erotic. She enjoys reading fan mail, getting comfy on the couch and reading her favorite books. And of course much darker things only for the bedroom.

Her current series is Dalliance in Darkness – a four part saga revolving around Trish Arthur, James Borlen, Dean Underwood and Carina.

She lives in Memphis, Tennessee. Enjoys the company of two lovely pets; cat Davey and dog Barristan, Kayla spends most of her time writing erotic stories.

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Dalliance in Embers (Preview)

There was a promise that I told myself I would keep, but today I wouldn’t have to fulfill it – instead we decided that it was too late and that our bodies were too mutually addicted to one another. I found myself admiring my body in the full body mirror of the living room, dressed only in a pair of boxers that I had dug out of James’ dresser.

James walked out of the shower clothed only in a white robe, his hair still a bit damp – having only dried it off partially I suppose. He gave me a wry smile before walking over to me and giving me a kiss. It was a deep kiss, a good one. Sometimes the best things were explained the least eloquently.

A dull pain bloomed as a hand struck my hind end playfully, grabbing a handful and giving me a shake. James hummed with delight and a smile on his face before wiping the face of his thumb against his lips and walking away to the kitchen. James opened a drawer and fished out a pack of cigarettes along with a small matchbook. He glanced over at me.

I covered my breasts and laid down on the leather couch. “That’s very nineteen ninety eight of you, ever tried an e-cigarette?”

He struck a match, fire igniting from the phosphorus and lighting the end of the stick. He shook the matchstick and tossed it on the counter, taking a long drag from his smoke. James then blew it in rings. I wondered how long he had been dicking around to get that one down. James said, “I don’t pussyfoot around with my vices lass,” he held the cigarette betwixt his fingers. “Sides,” he paused. “It’s e that and e this and e everything now.”