The Devil Made Me Do It

The pirate eyed her offering as he pulled off his boots and his pants. The woman had forgotten her place. A determined smile twisted his lips. He knew how to remind her who was in command. Without warning, he leaned forward and bit her inner thigh.

Aphrodite squealed and half leaped out of the chair, but the pirate held her prisoner. ―No mercy, he said, turning his head to nip her velvety soft skin.

Quivering with pain and pleasure, she grabbed the back of his neck and lifted his face to hers. ―You know what I want, pirate.

―Silence, captive. His mouth captured hers, cutting off her protest. ―I‘ll pleasure you when I choose. He untangled her fingers from his hair and lightly bit her nipple before lowering his head between her legs.


Aphrodite‘s painted fingers curled into his shoulders as he took tiny bites of her flesh. She squealed when he bit her, then sighed when he licked the spot to soothe it. Her patience was wearing thin. When was he going to take her into his mouth? But ooh…that little nibble near her bottom felt so good. Tiny chills danced up and down her spine, chased by hot licks of flame. The flame became an inferno, completely devouring the chills as his tongue swept over her pink folds from bottom to top and back again.

Her heat engulfed him, and he forgot his plan to bring her to her knees as she did to him. Consumed by the desire to please her, the pirate feasted on her, nibbling and tasting his way through her sweet flesh until he found the succulent morsel he was searching for. Circling her * with his tongue, he thrust two fingers inside her, stroking deep, stroking hard.

―Oh, she gasped. ―Oh! She was falling, falling over the edge and nothing could stop her. ―Help! The world shattered and she fell into the arms of her pirate tormenter.

He held her close and lay back on the floor. Urging her up on her knees, he slid beneath her, thrusting his tongue into her tight channel.



―What? She barely had the strength to remain upright.

―I‘ll pleasure you until I choose.

Suddenly, Eric‘s hand wasn‘t enough.

Heather looked into his eyes and saw the same pulsing need she felt. She gave him a wicked smile, almost a snarl. ―Eat me, she whispered, her lips teasing his.

―As you wish. His tongue slipped inside her mouth as he moved her to the chair. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and ripped off her wet G-string. He thrust out his tongue, hardened it, leaned down, and touched her *.

Heather‘s thighs clenched tight around his head. He pushed them apart and slid his mouth down, sucking as he went. She twisted in the chair and he had to hold her still so he could continue sucking, licking, and tasting. Her musky sweet scent was enough to drive him crazy, but her wild pepper taste brought his cock back to full readiness.

She could see into the library over his shoulder.

Watching a man going down on a woman and having it done to her at the same time was—oh my!—so exciting and wicked. She squirmed as he held her, rubbing against his mouth, begging for more, pinching her nipples hard while Eric sucked on her *. The pulsing need spread through her body like a living thing, possessing her completely until all she knew was that she…needed…more….

And then she got everything she needed—and more.

Her mouth fell open, but her satisfaction was so great she couldn‘t scream. A violent shudder twisted her from Eric‘s grasp, and he fell back against the couch, panting. Heather jumped on top of him, sliding her still contracting p-ssy over his erection. They unbuttoned his sweaty coat and threw it off. Her orgasm never stopped as she sank her fingers into his shoulders and rode him, driving shudder after

shudder through her until her screams rattled the mirror.

But Eric held back, knowing she was capable of so much more. ―Let‘s get into a position where we can see better. She nodded and he helped her kneel on the couch, facing the mirror. He stood behind her, slowly rubbing his cock between her thighs.

Aphrodite cried out and fell forward, landing on her hands. She collapsed on the Oriental rug, breathing hard. The pirate rolled over and got up. He pulled her to her feet and bent her over the desk, presenting himself with her beautiful peach-shaped bottom.

Spreading her legs with his knees, he grabbed her hips and slammed into her.

He groaned as her body molded around him. ―I have wanted to do this to you since the moment I saw you, goddess. He lingered inside her slick heat, then slowly pulled out and slammed in again.

She wiggled backward, grinding against him. ―Then have your way with me, captain.

So he did.

Heather and Eric were mesmerized, watching the pirate‘s cock slide in and out of the goddess. The pirate‘s entire body, from his broad shoulders all the way to his firm buttocks and powerful thighs, flexed with every thrust. Aphrodite stretched out over the desk, rubbing her breasts against the smooth surface.

―Remember how the desk feels under your naked skin, baby? Eric brushed his fingers over her breasts, sending sizzling chills through her.

―Oh, yes. Heather smiled, knowing how the cool polished wood tingled against hot hard nipples. Her eyes fixed on the spot where the naked couple‘s flesh met and parted over and over again, and her breathing grew shallow.

Eric felt her thighs tighten around him. Her juices streamed over his cock and down his legs. ―Do you

want me to do that to you? he whispered, following his wife‘s gaze.

―Not yet, she answered. ―Let‘s watch a while longer.

He moaned in protest, but forgot his complaint when the pirate pulled out of Aphrodite and led her to the couch. He sat down and settled her spread legs over him. She impaled herself on his glistening erection, riding him for her pleasure.

Heather moaned and Eric smiled as she wiggled against him, seeking penetration. His hands slid around her, covering her breasts while her fingers slipped between her lower lips. Their rhythm soon matched the lovers in the library as Heather and Eric stared through the mirror. Knowing the naked couple f*cking in the next room were completely unaware they were on display increased the watchers‘ passion, driving them into each other at a frenzied pace.

Eric placed his hand over hers and together they massaged her *, competing for contact until Heather‘s fingers slid lower to grasp his cock. But she couldn‘t maintain her hold as he moved harder and faster. Bracing herself on the couch, she slammed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal strength. He squeezed her *, rolling it between his fingers, and she screamed, bolting upright in his arms. Sliding his hand under her pubic bone, he lifted her off the floor, still thrusting. The constant pressure against her swollen flesh sent her to the stars. The heavens spun around her, hot and white. Eric joined her there, wrapping his arms around her as his orgasm shook the heavenly bodies, and then they exploded.

An impassioned scream drew their attention to the library. Aphrodite held her pirate prisoner between her thighs, grinding down on his erection. She was in control—for the moment. The dam was about to burst.

It began as a small trickle, then a rushing stream, then a raging flood of undiluted pleasure swept through her. She cried out and dug her fingernails

into his shoulders. Completely at her mercy, the pirate held on tight as wave after molten wave engulfed them, leaving them both drenched and sated.

Aphrodite closed her eyes and sighed, melting into the arms of her pirate lover. He held her close, stroking her hair and whispering loving words no one else would hear.

Heather turned and kissed her husband, drawing him close. ―Do you think they knew they were being watched?

―No one ever does.

She caressed his cheek and sighed, savoring the tremors still quaking her body. ―We have to do this more often.

Eric grinned. ―Too bad Halloween only comes once a year.

―Mm-hmm. She snuggled closer to him, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. ―But the kids won‘t be back until tomorrow afternoon.

He smiled at the possibilities. ―Let‘s go get rid of our guests so we can have the place to ourselves.

Heather flipped the switch and the painting slid over the mirror. They quickly got dressed and went back to the party.

An electric hum and the sound of wood sliding against wood startled the pirate. He listened carefully, then heard a nearby door open and close. ―I think we‘re alone now, he said to his wife.


Aphrodite sat up and stretched her arms over her head, lifting her breasts and pulling her still hard nipples tight. He loved it when she did that. ―Do you really think the rumor about the mirror is true? For the first time since they entered the library, they looked directly into the gaudy mirror on the opposite wall.

―I don‘t know. He stared at it a moment longer, but it looked like an ordinary mirror to him. ―But the

possibility that someone was watching us make love made it more exciting, didn‘t it?

―Oh yes, very exciting, she purred. ―You played your role well.

―So did you. He suddenly remembered biting her.

―Did I hurt you at all?

―I have a bruise on my thigh. She parted her legs to show him.

She shouldn‘t have done that, he groaned. ―Let me kiss it and make it better. He laid her back on the couch, bending his head toward her.

―Later, she giggled, putting a hand on his chest and shoving him back up. ―We have to pick up the baby.

The pirate resisted, stealing a kiss from her lips before he gave in. ―So, my little exhibitionist, are we coming back next year?

She gave him a sinful smile. ―Definitely.



Bottoms Up

―Stephen and I had a fight this morning. Corrine tore her breadstick in half and jammed it in a dish of ranch dressing.

―I‘m sorry, honey. Andrea‘s forkful of salad stopped halfway to her lips.

―Tell us about it. Lacing her fingers together, Michelle leaned forward. Although genuinely con-cerned for her friend, she was definitely in the mood for some good gossip.

Corrine sighed and picked up her breadstick. ―It was a stupid fight.

―They usually are. Andrea and her husband had more than their share of stupid fights.

―He asked me what I wanted for Mother‘s Day.

Corrine frowned and speared her salad. ―And I said

?time alone.‘ He took it personally.

―Ooo, Michelle and Andrea chorused.

―He asked if I wanted to leave him and I said ?no, never.‘ She looked at her friends for understanding and found it. ―I just need some time to myself.‘

―I know what that‘s like, Andrea nodded. ―He didn‘t understand?

―Of course he didn‘t understand, Michelle said.

―Men can‘t comprehend the idea that we don‘t always want them around.

―He thinks the kids should be with me on Mother‘s Day. Corrine sighed. ―I love my kids, but the best present I could think of was not being in demand for a while.

Andrea smiled and sipped her iced tea. ―Have him spend the day with the kids. Then he‘ll give you all the time you need.



Corrine frowned, remembering the last thing she said to her husband before he left for work. ―I asked him to consider the possibility that sometimes I just need a break from him and Jenna and Riley.

―And what did he say? Michelle wasn‘t expecting a positive answer.

―Nothing. He just got in his car and left.

Michelle shook her head. ―Men are like children.

Andrea and Corrine grinned at each other, waiting for their single-and-in-demand friend‘s latest profound observation on the male species.

―Sometimes they need to be spanked. Her violet eyes twinkled, and she licked her lips at the thought.

―Can we ever have a serious conversation with you that doesn‘t lead to sex? Knowing the answer, Andrea couldn‘t hold on to her frown.

―I am being serious. Turning to Corrine, she explained her theory. ―All you need to do is yank his pants down, smack his bare ass a few times, and then he‘ll listen to you.

Corrine pulled a perfectly good tomato out of her salad, winced at it, and gave it to Andrea as she pondered the idea.

―Hell, he‘ll do anything you want. Michelle grinned and speared Corrine‘s tomato off Andrea‘s plate.

―I don‘t think it‘ll work. Andrea glared at Michelle.

―But it does sound like a lot of fun. Corrine smiled for the first time that day.

―It is, Michelle purred. ―Trust me.

―I‘m sure Karrie and Kayley would love some company tonight. Andrea‘s daughters were Corrine‘s children‘s favorite friends.

―Are you sure?

―Sure. I‘ll pick them up this afternoon.

―Thanks. I‘ll make it up to you. Corrine finished her lemonade and began making plans for the evening.

Stephen McAllister hated meetings. Two hours and forty-five minutes of his life gone and not one thing

accomplished. He flopped down behind his desk and skimmed the list of unread e-mails on his monitor.

Delete, delete, delete….

Whoops. That one was from his wife. He quickly moved her message back to his inbox and read the subject line: Consider this. Great, he rolled his eyes.

He thought this morning‘s fight was over. He opened her message.

Black lace…naughty…spanking…stinging…hard…

hot…sucking…f*cking.

He blinked, checked the sender name, and read it again.

Spanking, sucking, f*cking. Stephen smiled. Obviously, Corrine was ready to kiss and make up. He glanced at the clock. It was nowhere near time to go home, but he was in no mood to work now. He leaned back in his chair, put his feet up on the desk, and closed his eyes, imagining what was waiting for him at home….

Wearing nothing but a black lace teddy, Corrine lay spread-eagled on their bed. ―I‘m sorry I was so naughty this morning, honey. She slid her fingers between her legs and unsnapped her crotch. ―Can you ever forgive me?

His mouth went dry. Nothing excited him more than seeing his wife ready and willing and oh so eager.

―I‘ll try. He stretched out beside her and kissed her, slipping his tongue past her parted lips and tasting her hot mouth. A strap slipped off her shoulder and he pulled the lacy cup away from her breast. His lips left hers to suck on her nipple, nibbling on the sweet flesh until it was hard and wet. ―But I‘ll have to punish you first.

Corrine gasped as he rolled her onto her stomach.

Lifting the teddy off her bottom, he brought his palm down hard on her bare flesh.

―Oh! she cried, squirming against his hand.

Stephen felt the sting all the way up to his wrist.

And, he smiled, in his pants, too.



―I was really naughty, Corrine confessed, wiggling her bottom. He spanked her again, leaving a hot red handprint on her cheek. ―Don‘t stop, she gasped.

He spanked her then leaned over and sucked the tingling flesh, soothing her. The sight of her wriggling, glowing bottom made him hard in an instant. He got on his knees behind her and unzipped his pants, pulling out his erection and stroking it while he spanked her again and again.

―You wicked little woman, he snarled, watching her squirm and giggle as he rubbed his cock between her hot red cheeks. The heat from her stinging flesh seared him, burning through his blood, leaving him weak. ―You‘re enjoying your punishment too much.

―No, she countered. ―I think you are.

Stephen grinned, pulling her up on her knees. His cock slipped between her thighs from behind, and he couldn‘t believe she was already dripping wet.

Thrusting into her, he groaned out loud as her tight, slick channel encased his cock, nearly squeezing the life out of him.

―Spank me again! she cried, grinding back against him.

He obeyed, slapping her bouncing bottom until her heated skin burned against his groin with each thrust.

Corrine squealed, gasping his name. ―Stephen, oh Stephen….

―Stephen. Steve. Hey McAllister!

Stephen‘s feet hit the floor with a solid thud, jarring him back to reality. ―What? He shook his head, glaring at the doorway. ―Dammit Dave, what the hell do you want?

―The boss wants your report on his desk by five o‘clock. Dave informed him, walking into Stephen‘s office. ―Were you sleeping?


―No. Stephen hid a smile. Dreaming, but not sleeping.

―What is that? Dave leaned over Stephen‘s shoulder and read his computer screen. ―Black lace, naughty, spanking….



―Hey! Stephen quickly closed the e-mail message.

Dave grinned. ―Are you getting x-rated e-mails from some hottie?

Stephen couldn‘t help grinning back. ―Yup.

―Who is she? Is she someone from the office? Dave nearly drooled at the possibilities. ―Is it the new girl in accounting?

Stephen shook his head. ―Hell no.

―Tell me.

If Stephen didn‘t know better, he‘d swear his friend was on the verge of an orgasm. ―It‘s from my wife. He figured there wasn‘t any harm in telling him that much. In fact, it felt like bragging.

―Your wife? Dave‘s jaw dropped. ―Damn! I wish my wife would send me e-mails like that!

Stephen had to rub it in a little. ―I get them all the time. She likes to let me know what‘s waiting for me at home.

―Does she send you naked pictures?

―Get out of here! Stephen did not like the look on his co-worker‘s face. ―I‘ve got work to do.

Dave left without another word.

Stephen reopened his wife‘s e-mail and read it again, memorizing each word and making plans for the evening.

Corrine‘s plans were coming along nicely. Jenna and Riley were spending the night with Andrea and her family, the phone was turned off, and she found a paddle in Jenna‘s room that suited her needs very well. It was the same size as a ping-pong paddle, softly padded, but hard enough to sting in an enticing way.

But she couldn‘t find her black lace teddy. It was almost six; Stephen would be home any minute. She turned her lingerie drawer upside down, but all she found was a pair of sheer black panties Stephen snuck into her stocking at Christmas. She tried them on and liked the fit. V-shaped in front, they hugged her hips and revealed a tantalizing view of her cheeks in back.

Not finding a matching bra, she decided to go without.