Desires Book 2
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by Christy Poff
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Two incredible stories of BDSM Romance from the incomparable erotic romance author Christy Poff. "Hart's Desire" When two hearts come together and share a unique bond, the desire should not be put down--for any reason. In high school, Addington and Cory defined their Dom/sub relationship in their senior year but because of Harvard and Florida State, he made the decision for them to break it off and go on with their lives. Unfortunately, while both became professionally successful, their personal lives failed to find the same feelings. Will Hart's desire win out? "Yule Desires" Mara Bergeron wanted one thing for Christmas--her Master and the love of her life, though she'd sworn never to get involved with a married man. Jared St. Nicholas wanted the same thing, only the question of divorcing his wife got in the way. Can the Christmas holidays ignite their Yule desires?
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: January 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [139 KB]
Reading time: 83-117 min.
5 Ribbons! "Christy Poff's stories never fail to delight me with their suspenseful plots or the dynamics between the various characters throughout each story. With TORRID DESIRES 2: HART'S DESIRE & YULE DESIRES readers are treated to two stores full of all the passion, hope, desire and devotion that pull you into the story emotionally and hold you captivated until the last page. These short stories take two relationships that seem like they'd be unlikely to last and prove that in the end love really does conquer all." Chrissy at Romance Junkies
Cory Phelps graduated at the top of her class and entered Florida State majoring in biology before getting her doctorate in Biomedical Sciences. Taking the route of getting the major part of her education out of the way early left her little time to explore her sexual tendencies. She went out on dates occasionally when not doing research but usually relieved her tension with a very well-endowed vibrator. Nothing could or would ever compare to her first love though.
After receiving her doctorate, she considered several job offers in the field taking a position at a hospital in Miami. One of the doctors saw her insatiable interest in a research project assigned to her and made her an offer she could not think about turning down.
"Doctor Phelps, your mind is amazing. You should be out in the medical world sharing your knowledge instead of wasting away here. It would involve constant attendance at seminars and conferences to remain up to date on the latest technology and advancements but the rest of the time would be yours to give back and at a very hefty fee, I might add."
"What do you mean?"
"You can command whatever fee you want on the lecture circuit. You, Cory, are perfect for it."
She sat back and considered what he'd just told her and smiled.
"I think it sounds like a wonderful opportunity."
"I'll get the ball rolling for you. I have a colleague in North Carolina who is looking for someone exactly like you to assist him with his schedule. He's in a huge demand and I think he'd be very happy to send some of his clients your way."
"Then I guess I need to start looking for a new home."
"Not really," Doctor Redmond said. "All that would be necessary would be a few trips to meet with him occasionally at most, so you'd be able to work out of your home base if you wish."
"Thank you," she said, grateful for his recommendation.
Doctor Cory Phelps had made a huge leap, one that would eventually bring her full circle in other areas of her life--the ones she needed most. * * * *
Life on the lecture circuit had been fabulous. Cory wracked up a huge amount of frequent flyer miles and had been all over the United States as well as Canada and Europe. She'd given up her apartment and moved into a huge penthouse overlooking the ocean though one thing remained lacking in her life.
Before each trip, she'd check out the clubs and nightlife in the city she would visit then, if something caught her eye, she'd make some discreet inquiries to find out more about them. While at the hospital, she'd had blood drawn to prove she had tested disease free then made copies to have on hand if needed. Nowadays, exclusive clubs requested documented proof before allowing entry--a concept she supported and respected.
In Atlanta, she'd found one club catering to the Dom/sub life and after going to it once, she made it her one and only stop while in the city which turned out to be quite often. The Master's Haunt had been located in Underground Atlanta giving it a unique atmosphere, one she felt very comfortable with.
She went several times before requesting a master for the evening. Her waiter nodded then left, the manager returning to her table.
"Benjamin told me your request," he said. "I have a master looking for a submissive but before you two meet, I need to know your limitations."
"For the first time, I will use a safe word and do not wish over-the-top control or sadism. I need to get to know him before I can go too far."
He pulled out his cell phone, spoke to the man in question and nodded.
Cory followed him to a room downstairs where he led her to a door. He nodded then left, Cory summoning her strength to knock then enter.
"Ah, George remarked about your beauty--he's not wrong."
"Thank you," she said. "How do you wish to be addressed?"
"Master is fine," he replied. "Slowly strip and seduce me, slave."
"As you wish, Master."
Cory removed her jacket, laying it across a nearby chair, followed by her skirt and cami but when she went to remove her lingerie, he stopped her.
"Very nice," he commented. Coming to her, he circled her, repeating his compliment. Stopping behind her, he unhooked her bra and removed it before taking her breasts in his hands and massaging them. "No matter what I do, you will not come until I give permission."
"You told George you wanted a safe word?"
"What is it?"
Unable to think, she said the first word that came into her mind--doctor.
"Very good," he said, leading her to an X-frame. Backing her up to it, he put her wrists into velvet-lined manacles over her head while placing her feet on steps which forced her legs apart. He knelt before her, gently removed her thigh-high stockings after taking off her shoes--everything placed neatly to the side. He traced each leg to her hip then removed the lacy thong she wore, Cory naked and at her master's mercy.
Placing a spreader bar between her feet, he placed a second above her knees.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, Master," she answered, fighting the desire to cry out. He hadn't done anything to her aside from restraining her but all she wanted to do had to be held back until he allowed her to react.
"Very good," he said, his hands cupping her breasts and squeezing. His thumbs played over her nipples, Cory trying to arch her body closer.
Her breath caught when she felt the tip of his tongue teasing her nipples before he nipped her. While he attended to one, his fingertips mimicked the act on the other. Once he'd made sure both had equal attention and while continuing to minister to her buds, he slid down the length of her body and laved her pussy.
Instinctively, she tried to part her legs more to give him better access but the spreader bars held her in place.
"My slave is very eager."
"Yes, Master," she said, fighting herself to keep her body from bucking. "Forgive me."
He continued his slow torture of her--physically and emotionally--Cory falling deeper under his spell.
"I'm very pleased," he said. "Tell me your name."
"Cory," she gasped, her body on edge.
"Would you like to be my submissive?"
"Yes," she cried out. "There is one problem."
"What?" he asked.
"I live in Miami and only come to Atlanta on business."
"I have business interests in South Florida."
She gazed at him, beads of sweat running along her body. She jolted when he licked them from her, wanting this man to fuck her senseless.
"Repeat after me--I, Cory," he started.
"Swear to willingly submit my body to my master and obey him without hesitation. In doing this, I give him complete control over my life when we are together and loyalty to my commitment when we are not."
Cory repeated the vow, committing her being to the man who held her on a sexually tense plateau, one she feared falling from.
He removed both bars, massaging her legs before he stood between them. Resting his swollen cock on her pussy, he eased into her velvet heat, Cory holding her reaction.
"I am your master, the one who dominates your life. I am Master Edmund."
"Thank you, Master Edmund."
He thrust into her, sinking deep into her body until his balls touched her nether lips.
"I prefer my slave to be clean-shaven at all times."
"Yes, Master Edmund."
He pulled back, seeing her body's need. Edmund pounded her pussy, impressed by her stamina. When he neared release, he slipped his hands behind her shoulders and held them pulling her as close to him as possible.
"Come for me, Cory."
Cory screamed his name as her body languished in divine release. Shivers overwhelmed her as she shook, her body out of control. Only once had a man taken her like this--keeping her on a high for so long, she nearly passed out from the multitude of climaxes washing over her at once. Forgive me, Al...
Once more, Edmund thrust into her, her hands clenching while she held her reaction.
"Tell me about your business," he said.
"I give lectures in Biomedical Sciences."
"Is that why you said doctor for your safe word?"
"Yes, I couldn't think of anything else."
"Yes, I am, Master."
"Interesting," he commented as he released her from the frame and carried her to the bed across the room. Still impaled on his cock, she fell against him, weak but sated. "You will give me your schedule and I will coordinate mine with it. We will spend as much time together as possible and, as you've committed to do, I will control each and every aspect of your life during that time. I make one promise and that is that I will never publicly embarrass you though I will expect you to obey any command I see fit to give you when we are with others. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," she said. "How may I please you?"
Edmund groaned, his cock filling her once again.
"I have one request," he said before thrusting in again.
"I want you on birth control."
"I already am."
"Extremely perfect," he said seconds before he fucked her again.
Cory lapsed off, feeling like the cherished possession of a benevolent master. She felt his arm pull her close, praying she'd made the right decision. * * * *
Life as Master Edmund's slave had been sheer heaven. After they woke the next morning, he took her back to his home on the outskirts of the city. Set back from the highway with a thick treeline surrounding it, it afforded them the freedom to enjoy their relationship in peace.
"You will stay here when you are in Atlanta. When you are here, unless I entertain business associates, you will be naked and ready for me at all times. I want to see your body unencumbered by clothing. It is way too beautiful to hide, especially your tits. As I told you before, you will be clean-shaven at all times. If you'd like, I will tend to this myself when we are together."
"Yes, Master, I would."
Without his command, she quietly undressed, placing everything on a chair near the staircase. She stood in front of him, her head bowed, her hands behind her and her feet apart.
"You will be very happy here, Cory," he said. "I believe a slave should be cherished and not abused."
"Thank you, Master."
Cory followed him up the grand staircase to the second floor of the house then to the master suite. To the right, she saw a door that, when opened, led to his playroom. After issuing a few more instructions to her, he took her behind the door and continued where he'd left off at the club.
Over the next few months, Edmund and Cory split their time between his home in Atlanta and her penthouse in Miami. She'd had to go out of town several times, her master scheduling his meetings accordingly.
When she returned from a particularly long trip to Montreal, he met her at the airport then whisked her off to an exclusive night club in the heart of the city. When they entered, the hostess bowed her head welcoming the master and his slave. She led them to a private table where he slid into the booth next to her, their bodies touching. Instantly, the heat rose between them.
"Now, as you can see, we're among friends. I want you to remove your clothes then mine and sit next to me."
Cory did so, obeying without question while trusting he would keep his word to her. She returned to her spot next to him, seeing the tablecloth moving from the throbbing of his cock.
"Can I take your order, Master?" the waitress said.
"We will start with a bottle of champagne followed by clams on the half shell. For an entree, I want the prime rib and lobster--meat done medium--rice and broccoli. For the salad, I would like it tossed, ranch dressing on the side."
Amazed, Cory listened to him give their order to a girl who wore nothing but a diaphanous apron which showed off her attributes well. When she'd left, Cory waited for him to go on.
"Take my cock and pump it," he commanded.
"Yes, Master," she said, her hand immediately taking it and squeezing it.
He shifted his position a little to give her more room though he wanted her to turn a little and face the room.
"Watch everybody else."
She nodded then watched as subs serviced their masters without thought though she watched one male slave tending his mistress' pussy while she held him in place. A few moments later, her sated cry filled the room, no one noticing due to being engaged in their own pursuits.
A chill went through her seconds before his hands squeezed her breasts. Pulling her against him, he held her tight until he felt the need to release. Gently, he pressed her lips to his cock and she finished her task, her sweet mouth around his cock, her lips brushing his balls.
"You are mine, Cory."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"You now wear my collar symbolizing my possession of you and your being. Wear it in good health and don't disappoint me."
"Yes, Master," she said, feeling the thick gold chain now encircling her neck. "Thank you."
"Remember, slave--you are mine."