The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (11 page)

“For once,” he muttered and she furrowed her brow.

“Why are they so nasty to you? It’s not your fault Terence couldn’t do his job.”

“The circumstances in which it happened didn’t help,” Daniel said, and she looked up to meet his eyes.

“How?”

“I knew Terence was going to be replaced when I auditioned, obviously. And I thought everyone knew. Terence, however, didn’t.”

“What?” Her jaw fell open and she stared at him, confused. “What happened?”

“My first day on set, I was all excited, every line memorized, everything to perfection. I wasn’t even supposed to be acting yet, I had come back 2 weeks early after I broke my leg. But there I was, ready to break into American Film. And there is Terence, standing on set, in the exact same costume, lines prepped, and we have a face off.”

“Oh my God,” she covered her mouth. “That’s horrible. What did you do?”

He shrugged, idly playing with her hair. “What exactly could I do? I tried to apologize to him. I thought it was a scummy move, but there was nothing I could do. Contracts were signed, and I needed another job. My only transferable skills were action movies.”

“Did you tell them you didn’t know?” she asked, and he nodded.

“I did. Unfortunately, for me, that didn’t make a difference. And so it’s been that way ever since.”

“I’m sorry, love, you don’t deserve this,” she whispered. He nodded, although he didn’t say anything. “It’s going to be different now.”

“How?” he looked down at her. She smiled.

“Well, there’s talk of making me a permanent character. Toby’s one true love. Apparently the fans responded well in the first episode. The unlovable Toby is capable of being loved.”

“Only because I have your eyes to look into,” he kissed her forehead. “That would be wonderful.”

“We’ll see. So long as neither of us sees a body double waiting in the wings.”

“Dear God,” he closed his eyes. “I hope not.”

***

Daniel left shortly before midnight, insisting on not overstaying his welcome. However, he might as well have not, because they texted so intensely throughout the weekend, it was like they were never apart.

“So what do you think?” asked her agent on the phone early Monday morning. “Do you want me to negotiate the permanent role? How’s Daniel, by the way? The media says he’s a terror.”

“Hardly,” she said, as she parked the car and switched from bluetooth to handheld as she walked out onto the lot. “He’s great. I would love if you could do that.”

“Alright, do my best,” he hung up, leaving her smiling at the possibly of what was to come as she walked towards her dressing room, which was new. Opening the door, she expected it to be empty, as no one had been in it yet. Instead, there was a giant bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the makeup table, with a card.

Blushing , she looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then opened it.

To my sunshine. Thank you for the lovely weekend and your enduring kindness over the past few weeks
. XxD

She grinned, tucking the card into her purse and immediately pulling out her phone, dialling Daniel’s number. To her surprise, she heard his phone ring externally. Turning around, she grinned as he leaned against the doorway.

“They are lovely!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back, wrapping his arms firmly around her for a moment before edging her into the room and closing the door.

“Avaline, I wanted to ask you something?”

“Hmm?” she inquired, examining one of the largest flowers with a smile.

“I clearly think the world of you. And I would be honoured if we could spend more time together… and see where this goes… But that would be up to you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“My… reputation is not the most wonderful as you know. And since you are just beginning your career as an actor, I was not sure whether you wanted to…”

“Phht,” she dismissed his words. “Daniel, Love, you think I give a shit what any of them say?
When I was a model, they said I was a slut, I was a whore, I slept and bitched my way to the top. Let them say whatever they want, I’m the one who knew the truth. And yes, it hurt but I held my ground, and stared them down, and I’m standing here right now and they are not.”

“This cast…has a way of getting to you,” he said, biting his lip. “Already, I suspect they have passed the word to make sure that I’m not in a movie, or guest starring on a sister show. They spread rumours, they make sure to…”

“Fuck em,” she said, surprising them. “We’re going to be the ones who rise above. Besides… I don’t think I could get through this without you. You’ve helped me so much, and given me so much advice.”

“Anytime, love,” he said, approaching to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him passionately. With one arm, she reached behind his waist, and carefully pushed open the door, so the whole cast and crew could watch.

If they were going to judge, they were going to know the truth this time.

***

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Nellie Cross

The fire roared in the fireplace, spurred on by the wind blowing in gently from the balcony. The bottom of her silk gown fluttered as well. She had an ethereal presence about her — almond shaped eyes, café au lait colored skin, and jet black hair that traveled the length of her back.

In front of her stood Peter Walsh; built like a boxer, with tattoos on his arms and brown hair parted and swept to the side, Peter was considered a living Adonis. Peter was the richest man in the world, and because of that, he could afford anything — and anyone. Anais was his latest purchase from the Museum.

Peter made his fortune by monopolizing internet commerce — he was in charge of every single site that you could purchase items from on the internet. You could not avoid it, no matter what country you lived in.

He had a grin across his face that made him handsome, but Anais refused to fall prey to his charms. She was here involuntarily and would continue to behave as such.

“You don’t want to look at me?”

Anais did not answer him.

“You can talk.”

She did not.

Peter strolled over to his bar and made himself a drink — whiskey, with ice. “Would you like a drink?” He grabbed a highball glass. “You look like you to drink vodka. Ice? Cranberry juice?”

He made the drink and gave it to her. Hesitantly, she took it and downed it all in two big gulps. The drink went down smoothly. She instantly felt it beginning to warm up her body.

“Would you like another one?” He made her another one which she slipped slowly. She did not want to lose her wits around him.

Peter sat on the bed. “We’re not going to act like this is some type of fairy tale; we both know how we both ended up here. I’m going to have my way with you, and I want to make it as comfortable for you as possible. You have to do everything I say. Do you understand?”

Anais sighed and nodded. The alcohol was flowing through her.

He stood up and took her drink from her. He ran his fingers through her hair. “You put on that perfume I got for you. Good.” He engulfed the side of her neck in his mouth, kissing and sucking on it. She was taken aback by the sheer force of the move, as he also tugged on her hair as well. He moved to the other side of her neck and sucked harder. He held her tightly against his body, lifting her up off the ground.

Peter carried her and threw her onto the bed. He ripped the gown off of her, exposing her body to the elements. He slid out of his boxers and his silk robe and hovered above Anais, leering at her with greedy lust. She returned his look with one of defiance.

He grabbed some items off of the nightstand. “Open your legs.” Anais reluctantly did as she was told. He threw her legs back further. She felt the cold wetness of lubricant against her asshole as Peter wiggled a finger inside of her. She inhaled sharply. He slid it in and out of her, wiggling around to loosen her. He inserted his middle finger into her and continued his probing, adding more lubricant.

The intrusion relaxed her asshole, and Peter removed his fingers. Before Anais could breathe a sigh of relief, Peter inserted a medium sized butt plug into her. He wiggled it into place. “That’s in place now.” Quickly, he shoved his face into her pussy and licked and sucked on her hungrily. Anais cried out at the sensation. Her hips shifted in response. Peter slid the plug in and out of her as his tongue invaded her. He bit the inside of her thigh and licked his way up her body, culminating in a kiss. “You taste so good,” he said.

He laid down and pointed to his stiffening dick. Anais knew what he meant and slowly took him into her mouth.

“Don’t half ass it,” he breathed.

Anais increased her sucking and licking, and Peter responded by thrusting upward into her mouth.

They stayed like this, and Peter took a sip of his whiskey and rubbed her head.

“Bend over,” he said. While he hopped out of bed, Anais got on her hands and knees. He stood behind her and rubbed her ass, massaging it, squeezing it.

“You are mine,” he said. “And no one can take you away from me.” He stuck his fingers into her pussy. “You’re wet. I like that.” He stroked her clit, causing her to shudder. “I think you like this.”

Anais moaned.

“Yes, you like this.” He rubbed her faster. “You try to be so defiant but you like it. You want me to do this to you. Do you like the thought of being my slut for the rest of your life?”

She moaned again and braced herself for what was coming. His fingers were slick with her nectar and he continued stroking her clit; she slightly rocked in rhythm until she came, gripping the sheets and crying out in agonized pleasure.

Peter laughed as he entered her. “I knew you would like it.” He thrust into her hard, and pulled the butt plug in and out of her.

Anais was still reeling from her orgasm and was overtaken by Peter’s intensity. He pulled at her hair and fucked her like a man possessed.

Anais felt another orgasm coming on, so soon after the first one. She bucked against Peter’s pelvis; her upper body fell to the bed beneath her while her lower body stayed in the air.

Peter pulled out of her and took the butt plug out of her as well. Anais heard him squeeze the lubricant bottle. Soon enough, she felt the head of his dick pressing against her asshole, pushing its way into her. Anais had to control herself from coming again, waiting instead for him to bury himself to the hilt inside of her. He grunted as he slowly made his way into her.

Once he was inside of her, and had given her time to adjust, he continued his relentless fucking. He squeezed some more lubricant onto them to ease his thrusts; he started to rub her clit again and Anais moaned and whimpered and met his thrusts with gusto. Peter rubbed her faster until she could not hold on any longer and she came once again. Peter grabbed both of her hips and had his own climax, holding himself against her until he could think again.

She crawled cat like into the bed and he crawled in next to her, both staring at the ceiling.

“That was fun,” Anais said.

“I knew you’d like it. Doesn’t it feel good not being in control all the time?”

She nodded.

“We still have the rest of the night here. Do you want to try to get another scenario?”

“No,” she said. “I like this one. I like being your sex toy. Knowing you like I do, I don’t even think that we’ve touched the surface of the depravity in your mind Peter.”

“You haven’t. But once again, we have the whole night.”

Anais grabbed her glass off of the nightstand and took a sip. “So what is in that head of yours right now?”

He laughed. “It’s a surprise. Besides, you’re my property in here, and if I told you, then it would betray our relationship.”

“Right. When do you want me to start playing reluctant again?”

“Jesus woman, you do like it. Let me get a few minutes of rest.”

She giggled. “Okay.”

***

The next morning, being thoroughly fucked, Peter and Anais were fully dressed and wearing sunglasses; they went to the reception area of the hotel to check out.

“Did you enjoy your stay?” The concierge asked.

“Yes, we did. It was much needed.”

“That’s good to hear.” They completed the transaction and Anais and Peter left, hand in hand.

***

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Anais and Peter returned to their home, where their young son Collin was flicking through Saturday morning cable television. The commercial for the Love Palace was playing on the channel he stopped on.

“Collin,” Anais said. “Good morning dear.”

“Good morning mom,” he said, not looking away from the TV. She looked up and took the remote from him, changing the channel. “Why were you watching that? Where are the cartoons?” she asked

“All of the cartoons were on commercial.”

“Where’s Grandma Rosie?”

“She’s still asleep.” He looked up at her with bright doe eyes. “I’m hungry.”

She went into the kitchen and began making breakfast, with a bright smile on her face. “Peter, do you want breakfast?”

“Yes I do.”

She made scrambled eggs, pan sausage, grits and wheat pancakes with maple syrup. The three of them sat around the table and ate. Rosie, Peter’s mother, came down the stairs in her house coat.

“Y’all back already?” She made a plate.

“Yes mom, we’re back.”

“Good, I have to go to my card club soon. Collin was a dear as usual.” She strolled back to her room.

“Mom, Dad, I have a soccer game today,” Collin said.

Anais looked at the large calendar that was stuck to the refrigerator. “At 3 o’clock.”

“I have to be there by 2 to talk to the coach.”

“Okay sweetie.”

She cleaned the dishes while Peter took Collin upstairs for his bath. She turned the television to a random channel and while she washed the dishes, the commercial for the Love Palace came on again.

“Yes it is,” she whispered to herself with a coy smile.

***

“Go, go, go, Collin, go left!” Peter was a huge soccer fan, and when his son expressed an interest in playing he was over the moon with joy. Over the summer, most of their weekends (and a few weekdays) were filled with soccer practices and games.

Anais preferred to keep Collin busy, because he was a restless little boy. Even as a baby, he would try to climb out of their arms and sit up before he was able to. He started walking, then running early. Sometimes it proved hard to keep his attention on more academic matters, but seeing that he was only in preschool, he was still learning well.

An hour later the game was over, and Collin’s team had won. The Walsh family loaded their cooler and their child into their car to make their way back home.

“I want to go back,” Anais told Peter over dinner.

“Go back where Mommy?” Collin asked.

“Collin, me and mommy are talking right now,” Peter said. To Anais, he said, “Do you now?”

“Yes, I do.”

“What do you want to do this time?”

“What can we do?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

“I want you to interrogate me.”

“Bad Cop routine, I like it.”

Anais nodded. “Don’t go easy on me. I want to see how depraved your mind is.”