Milly Taiden, April Angel, Rachel Firasek, Jennifer James

102 Pages·2013·0.69 MB·English

by  Taiden Milly

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AUGHTY

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ILLY AIDEN
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PRIL NGEL
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ACHEL IRASEK
J J
ENNIFER AMES
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Naughty Tricks & Sinful Treats
Copyright © 2013 by Milly Taiden
Edited by Rachel Firasek
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from the ceiling, orange balloons floated around the room, and
LACK CREPE PAPER DANGLED
eerie music tinted the atmosphere with a dark vibe. The perfect scene for a bit of
naughty pleasure on the most sinful night of the year.
Allison McAnders wrapped her cloak tighter around her body and swayed
through the dancing lovers. Somewhere amidst all this chaos of lust and carnal
pleasure, she’d find the devil after her heart—or her body. Graham Taiden, her
ex-boss and somewhat boyfriend, had hand delivered the invitation to the party.
She had no qualms about the raw ecstasy that would transpose as the night
developed, and she’d worn something special to make sure her Dom appreciated
her the way she deserved.
A large hand wrapped around her waist, tugging her back and into a solid
chest. “I thought you’d never get here.” Graham nudged her head to the side
with his cheek. “What do you have under the cloak?”
She faded into him until no one could tell where one began and the other
ended. “What did you ask me to wear?”
His teeth nipped along her lobe. “I told you to surprise me.”
She pressed her ass back and into him. His teeth were creating havoc with her
hormones, and she was almost ready to throw out all sense of propriety and let
him fuck her right here. “I promise. You’ll be absolutely surprised.”
“Angel, I’m almost always surprised by you.” His hand slid down from her
waist, to the top of her thighs “I don’t feel a costume.”
“I promise.” She tilted her head, brushing the side of his shaved cheek with
her nose. “I have something for you under there.”
He laughed, spun her around, and dipped her over an arm. “You are so
fucking refreshing. Let’s find one of the rooms.”
They’d been dating on and off again for the last six months. Graham was a
busy man. Since she’d quit working for him—well, he’d fired her—she’d taken
the spare moments he could offer without much fuss. He took good care of her
when they were together, but that wasn’t often enough anymore. He claimed he
was faithful, and she didn’t doubt his word. But every woman wanted more. She
didn’t want to be second to his job anymore.
He held her hand, glancing back every few feet to gaze at her. She basked
under the steel glint in his eyes. He led her to an abandoned guest bedroom—
their normal sexing room—shut the door, and flipped the lock.
Dressed from head-to-toe in dark red leather, Graham epitomized the Devil
he’d chosen to portray tonight. His sandy brown hair was slicked back and
darkened beneath his styling gel. Two horns protruded from latex applications
on his forehead. He reached up and peeled them off, rubbing the excess glue
away. “This stuff was such a pain in the ass to put on.” But it was so worth it to
see him in the skin-tight clothing. “Now. Let’s see what’s going on under this
cloak. If it’s half as good as the way you look all covered up, I’m going to need
more than the two condoms in my pocket.” He tapped the waist of his leather
pants. “Well, little sub, let’s go.”
G tight restraint of his pants. Knowing Allison, she was
RAHAM’S COCK JERKED IN THE
probably nude beneath the cape. She knew that’s the way he liked her. Open and
ready for him. It had been weeks since they’d stolen a chance to play, and he’d
missed her.
She twisted her plush lips up and dropped her gaze. “Graham, can we talk
before we get into this?”
Oh hell. He raked a hand down his face. Nothing good ever came when a
woman wanted to talk. If she planned on calling a halt to their relationship, he
didn’t know what he’d do.
He sat on the edge of the big bed, patting the mattress beside him. “You need
to talk. We’ll talk. What kind of Dom would I be if I didn’t listen?”
She paced back and forth in front of him. “I’d prefer to stand.”
“Did I ask you to sit?” She was frantic in her movements—agitated beyond
anything he’d ever seen of her before. “Sit.”
She stopped pacing and glanced down at him. Those big blue eyes blinking at
him. “I’ll stand.”
Someone was either looking for a thorough thrashing, or he’d fucked up and
hadn’t realized it. She never did bratty. Allison wouldn’t know how to be
difficult if she took lessons from Elvira.
“I want to know what we’re doing here.”
Ah…that explained it. He’d wondered if she’d ever get to this point.
“Currently, we’re at a party. Supposed to be having a good time. It’s what we
do. We get together. We enjoy each other’s company. And sometimes we fuck.”
She was pushing for something more, but he couldn’t let her get the wrong idea.
This relationship was on his terms. They had discussed this at length, and she’d
been fine with it until now. He’d noticed the last few times they’d been together
that she’d lingered at his apartment longer, stayed in bed with him clinging
harder, and he’d planned on responding accordingly when he was ready.
“Is that it? Just fuck?” She bent to her knees and crawled forward. “What
happens when I want more?”
This was not the way it should happen. He was the one in control. “I have you
right where I want you, but your minds not with me. Why are you doing this
now?”
She planted her hands on his knees and leaned her cheeks against his thighs.
“I really enjoy our time together. And when you’re gone, I miss you. I miss us. I
feel so lost.”
Fuck. She’s always been so fucking sweet. He’d obviously been failing her. It
was his job to make sure all of her needs were met, and somewhere along the
way, he’d dropped the ball. “Angel…” She frowned up at him. “Allison, if you
needed more, you should have just asked for it.”
“And put more demands on you? I know how busy you are. I won’t be the
whiny girlfriend that calls to nag you.”
He grabbed her chin, tipping her head back. “You could never be a nag. It’s
not in you.” Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes. “Hey, what’s this? Stop it.”
He lifted her to his lap. “I’ll take better care of you, I promise, but I won’t have
the tears. That’s not you.”
“How would you know? We’ve spent a handful of weekends together over the
last few months.” Her bottom lip quivered under the urge to sob. “I…even…had
something made for you, and you haven’t seen it. It’s been done for two weeks.”
She’d done something just for him? Somewhere along the way, he’d done
something amazing in his life to deserve this woman. “Angel, I think we’re
really off track here. Maybe we should take a breath, go back to the party and
dance for a while, and then we’ll both calm down. We can rehash this
conversation when we’re both not so emotional.”
“Emotional? You think I’m emotional? I’m trying to tell you that I’ve fallen
in love with you and I want to be with you more exclusively, and you call me
emotional?” Her dark blonde brows drew low, in a snarl he’d never thought her
capable of. “Emotional is wailing—which I don’t do. Emotional is taking a bat
to your Lexus—which I won’t do. Emotional is telling you to kiss my ass—
which I might do if you don’t find a fucking clue.”
Holy shit. She’d lost her mind. “Allison, come here.”
“No.” She turned her back on him and rushed to the bedroom door. “I’m tired
of being the secretary that you fuck and fire. I want to be the woman you rush
home to. I want to serve you every night.” She glanced back at him. “But if you
can’t handle that, then maybe someone at the party will be able to help me with
those needs.”
G her, making her last words seem much more wrong than
RAHAM’S GREEN EYES BLAZED AT
what they should have. He looked at her like she’d broken a trust with him, but
she hadn’t. He’d wanted to know what she wanted, what she needed. Well, now
it was all on the table.
She hurried down the long hall back to the party in full blast in the living
room. By now, all pretenses of costumes were gone and the room was a hot,
sweaty, orgy fest. Two women were tied over the large leather ottoman, their
masters swiping their asses with short crops. A Domme led her pet around by a
leashed ball-gag, allowing him to sniff the tears of the women being whipped.
And in the corner, one sub worked frantically to suck off his Dom, the sight of
the two handsome men completely enthralling her.
This was her life. The one she wanted for her own.
“Allison. Stop.”
She ignored his command even though it broke everything inside her. She
tripped over a forgotten stiletto and made it to the center of the room before
Graham caught the back of her cloak.
“You aren’t going anywhere until we finish this discussion.” He gripped the
dark fabric in a fist and began towing her back toward him. If he got his hands
on her, she’d be done.
She deftly undid the snaps in front and allowed the dark, hooded cape to slide
from her shoulders. A collective gasp broke from the Doms working the women
on the ottoman. Graham growled.
He would finally see what she’d been trying to show him for weeks. Her gift
to him. She was really his angel. In every sense of the word. Naked except for
the simple white thong, she stood before him, giving him time to take in the
beauty of her new tattoo.
He’d called her his angel since their first time together. The light to his dark.
So she’d found the most elaborate angel wings she could and had them tattooed
on her back.
She flinched under the index finger tracing the swirls of feathers. “Please, just
let me go.”
“I can’t.” Graham scooped her into his arms, one behind her back and the
other beneath her knees. “You’re mine.”
He carried her back down the hall, but bypassed the guest bedroom.
“Where are you taking me?”
“You wanted to be more to me. I’m making you more to me. I’m taking you
somewhere I’ve never taken a woman…to my bed.”
She’d lost her anger as soon as he’d scooped her up in his arms. This was
really all she wanted. A chance at more. “Graham, I’m sorry for being a brat.”
“You’re not yet, but you will be. And as soon as we shut the door, you call me
Sir.” He wasn’t looking at her, and the lack of his warm gaze made her more
than nervous—it made her shake from head to toe. He kicked the door shut
behind them, made the short walk to his king size bed, and dropped her to the
middle. “Take off that thong and get on your hands and knees.”
Having him command her in that delicious Dom voice eased all of her earlier
anxiety. She slid the tiny strip of white from her waist and down her legs,
kicking it to the floor with a swoop of her foot and rolled to position.
“Now back up. Bring that ass to me.”
She scuttled backward, dropping the tops of her feet over the edge of the bed,
backing up until her bottom rubbed the front of his leather vest. His warm palms
settled over her bare ass, warming her up and soothing her fears.
“You want to be mine?” She wasn’t ready for the firm smack that followed
the question and flinched forward. Graham’s fingers curled around her hip,
dragging her back into place. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smacked her other side. “Only mine, and I’m only yours?”
“Please, Sir. Yes.”
He slid his hand to the center of her back and pushed her shoulders down,
bringing her ass even higher in the air. One long finger swiped at the moisture
beginning to seep from her pussy. “You like this?”
“Oh, yes, Sir. Please, spank me again.” They’d never taken their play to the
edge of pain, but tonight, she might finally get him to go where they both had
been hesitant. The trust hadn’t been there before, but she’d also been holding
back her true desires.
He smacked her again, this time lighter and more of a caress than a
punishment, but he followed it with a sound smack to the other side. He worked
her from one side to the other, up and then down until her entire ass burned. It
wasn’t until she lurched away that he slowed.
His hands bracketed her hips, pulling her back against him. “That was for
your bratty attitude. This is for the tattoo.” He slid his hand down her tail bone,
over the crack of her ass, and to the tender flesh of her labia. “You want more of
me?” He slid the tip of his index finger through her folds, teasing and torturing
her until she wiggled. God, he loved doing that. “Want more of my time?”
She nodded, and he withdrew his hand. Allison whipped her head back and
glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t stop. Please, Sir. Don’t stop.”
“You will use your words. No head nods. No demur glances. Give me your
voice.” He shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy. “And when you want
something, you damn well better tell me.” He manipulated her pussy with deep,
fast strokes, inviting the moisture leaking from her to coat his hand.
He worked her until she begged, “Please, Sir. Fuck me.”
S . Now, when he was so angry, he was afraid he’d hurt her.
O NOW SHE WANTED HIM
Although, what he was angry at, he had no clue. She’d finally asked for a
commitment. He was ready to give her one, but not while she controlled the
situation. She knew better.
He pulled free of her sucking cunt. She was so fucking hot for him right now.
“Stay still.”
With the tip of his index finger, he breached her small puckered ass hole.
She’d never allowed it before. It had been a soft limit they were working up to,
but he was tired of waiting. If she wanted everything from him, then she’d have
to be prepared to meet all of his needs too.
She tightened around him. “Graham?”
“Shhh…just relax. I’m not going to fuck you here. We’re just going to play.”
He slid in further, stretching her until she relaxed. Her tight ass clenched around
him in the most delicious way. He could only imagine how she’d feel wrapping
his cock.
He fumbled with the snap on his leather pants. Playing the part of the devil
may be his biggest mistake of the night. If he didn’t get the pants off quickly,
he’d blow his load right down his thigh. He continued thrusting into her while
shoving the skin-tight material past his hips.
“I’m going to fuck you now. And when I’m done, you’ll be mine. We’ll end
this problem that we have and will be exclusive. That’s what you want, right?”
“Yes, Sir. I want that so much.”
“Well, sweet Allison, when you say it like that, how could I say no?” He
forced the head of his cock into her tight cunt, shoving through the arousal
coating her lips. “Take it all, baby.” She bore back, working both his cock and