Anything?--A Kinky BDSM Bondage Short Story from Steam Books Read online

  “Welcome back,” he said. “I was hoping you would wake up soon. We still have a few hours before I have to go, and there are so many more things I want to do to you.”

  * * *

  Ailssa was glad she had tomorrow off because she wasn't sure she was going to be able to move anytime soon. The day after was even looking iffy. She lay under sheets soaked with sweat and sex, too tired and sore to bother changing them. She doubted she'd be able to even get a shower before tomorrow. She'd never felt so thoroughly used before, and she'd never cum so often or so hard.

  She watched Shane dress, marveling at the fact that he could still walk. Granted, he'd been the one doing the inflicting, but as often as they'd fucked in the past four hours, she couldn't believe that he hadn't passed out. She'd blacked out at least three times, and twice more it had been close. She'd never met anyone with so much stamina and imagination.

  Her pussy was raw from being taken by his hands and cock in more positions than she'd known existed. Her neck and both of her breasts bore teeth marks and bruises, and she was pretty sure she had a couple on the insides of her thighs, too. Her nipples were swollen and dark red, sensitive to the slightest touch. Her jaw and throat ached from having his cock between her lips for half an hour. Her ass cheeks burned from where he'd left stinging palm prints, and even her asshole was sore, though all she'd had there was a finger. She had a feeling that if they'd had more time, she would've had a whole lot more.

  “I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.” Shane broke the silence.

  “I did.” Ailssa's voice was rough. “About my rent...”

  “Paid in full,” Shane said. He started towards the door and then paused, turning back towards her. “Stop by before next month's is due. If you're interested, I might be able to make some arrangements.”

  She watched him leave without responding. He wanted to do this again? She'd quieted her inner protests before by telling herself that it was a one-time thing due to extreme circumstances. She'd have the money next month, so there would be no need to put herself in this position – no pun intended – again.

  No need, she thought, except the desire that flared inside her at the thought of what Shane could do to her next time. And it would save her money. She told herself that she'd put the offer aside and think about it again when the time came, and only then if there was a good reason.

  Still, she couldn't help but let her imagination wander. A list began to form in her head, things that she'd only heard of and never dreamed she'd want done. Maybe next time Shane would let her request a few things. If not then, well, the first of the month was always around the corner.

  About Dara Tulen

  Dara Tulen knows how to titilate, and what better way to harness this ability than through erotic fiction? Before she found her calling as a crafter of erotic tales, Dara worked in customer service, in a toy store, as a freelance copywriter, and author of suspense, sci-fi and thriller stories. She was discovered by Tangerine Erotica and continued honing her craft with Steam Books Erotica & Romance.

  When she's not exciting readers through her words, Dara spends her time reading, watching movies and television, listening to music and coming up with new ways to entertain and entice her readers.

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  YES, ANYTHING

  It's that time of the month again: rent is due, and Ailssa has not a dollar to pay her hunky superintendent, Shane. But that's alright: she gets to stay free if she plays his sexy little game. This time, however, Shane lets her know that there will be consequences if she finishes too soon, and Ailssa knows that with Shane, anything goes. Yes, anything.

  THE QUEEN BEE'S CLASS IN SESSION

  Sophie is a college professor who is taking a new medication for anxiety, which has a very interesting side effect: it makes her incredibly randy. She doesn't realize this though, when she takes the pill just before going into a class of young men to lecture them about the mating habits of the queen bee....

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  STOLEN THRILLS

  by Sandra Sinclair

  Indeed, there was nothing quite like the adrenaline flowing through her veins now as she tried to cut a hole through the glass quietly and efficiently, knowing that she was in danger of being caught at any moment. There was also the thrill of being able to outwit someone, that feeling of superiority over the person she was stealing from since she had managed to break into his house, waltz about, take one of his prized possessions and leave without him noticing.

  It was truly a thrill unlike any other.

  Grinning to herself, Regan continued cutting the glass and was almost done when suddenly, she heard a deep voice, making her jump and drop her cutter.

  “I heard there was someone stealing antiques in the area but I did not actually think it would be a woman,” the man said as he emerged from the shadows. “Much less an enchanting creature such as you.”

  For a few seconds, Regan was too shocked to respond. Then, gathering her composure, she grabbed her backpack and ran to the open window.

  “Wait,” the man called after her, seemingly very calm whereas she was in the midst of panic.

  She looked at him just as she climbed on the window sill.

  “If you jump from such a height, there’s no guarantee you won’t hurt yourself,” he said to her.

  “Why should you care if I get hurt or not?” Regan told him. “I was stealing from you, remember?”

  “You were certainly trying to,” the man said. “Although you didn’t succeed so you haven’t done anything wrong.”

  “I broke into your house,” Regan reminded.

  “Well, there is that.” The man rubbed his hands. “I suppose I should call the cops and let them know all about you. I’ve taken a good look at your face, after all. In fact, I can even almost swear I recognize you from somewhere.”

  Regan frowned.

  “Or I could pretend I invited you,” he went on.

  Regan looked at him with a confused expression. “…why would you do that?”

  “As it so happens, I’ve been watching you since you arrived and I must say, you’ve caught my interest,” the man said.

  “You want me to have sex with you in exchange for your silence?” Regan asked, raising an eyebrow.

  The man chuckled. “That would be too easy, and frankly, quite boring, don’t you think?”

  “Then what do you want?”

  The man took a step forward. “Let me ask you the same question. What do you want? Why do you steal? Is it for money? Based on the watch you wear, you seem to have enough already.”

  Regan covered her watch. “Why are you asking me this?”

  “Just answer the question.”

  Regan paused, debating whether or not to reveal her reason, but deciding she couldn’t be in any more danger than she already was, blurted it out. “I do it for the thrill.”

  “I thought as much,” the man said, grinning. “While I was watching you working so intently, enjoying yourself, I thought that might be it.”

  “So what now?” Regan asked impatiently, wanting to know her fate.

  “What now, indeed?” The man tapped his fingers on the surface of a tall table. “You have two options – to jump and risk spraining an ankle and being reported to the police, or to let me teach you a new kind of thrill.”

  “What kind of thrill?”

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sp; The man grinned. “The kind I have to show you to make you understand,” he said.

  He approached her, offering her his hand.

  She looked at his hand but did not take it. “How do I know I can trust you?”

  “You can never truly know if you can trust someone. You can only try trusting someone and hope you have not made a mistake.”

  She kept silent.

  “How about I give you some time to think about my offer? As a show of trust, I will let you out of my house through the front door and not report you for the time being, but you must also give me your trust and return here within three days.”

  Regan looked at him, thinking that he must be mad to make such an offer, but deciding it was a way out, she nodded, taking his hand and jumping down the sill.

  He kissed her hand. “I will be waiting for you.”

  “And what makes you think I will come?”

  “Oh, you will return,” the man said. “Because you are a smart woman and you know that if you keep on stealing, you will eventually get caught, and yet you need the thrill and therefore you are curious as to what I have to offer you.”

  Regan wrenched her hand away. “I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you,” she said as she walked away. “No need to see me to the front door. I know my way out.”

  “It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” Oliver said, watching her go.

  She was truly fascinating, he thought. He had expected a man in a ski mask to come breaking into his home but when he saw that it was a woman, and a beautiful woman at that, he had been mesmerized, and even more so while he had watched her work. From her movements, he had guessed she was an amateur and yet she seemed to be feverish with excitement, and it did not take him long to realize that he wanted her.

  He wanted her.

  Now that he had just finished training Ella, his last slave, and set her free, he needed a new one, and he had no doubts his beautiful thief would be just perfect. She would have the thrill she had been so desperately seeking and he would have his perfect slave.

  He smirked as he poured himself a glass of wine.

  He could not wait to see her again, and he knew he would, precisely for the reasons he had stated to her. Besides, his instinct was telling him she would return and his instinct was rarely wrong.

  Yes, she would return and he would be waiting for her.

  To be continued....