Unmasked - The End by Marie Tuhart

Cynthia took a deep breath as she opened the door trying to calm her racing heart. How in the world did she think she could handle Ben? Her insides were quaking and moisture coated the g-string she wore.

The click of the door being shut caused her to jump, she spun around. Ben was lounging against the wooden door staring at her.

"Time to pay up." His voice husky with desire.

She smoothed down her impossibly short skirt with trembling hands, it wasn't that she didn't want him. She did, but how was he going to feel when he found out who she was. He wouldn't, she decided.

"The mask stays on." She'd chosen this mask on purpose; it wouldn't slip off as it was anchored into her hair. And she wouldn't let him take it off.

"For now," he acknowledged before stalking over to her. His cap was tossed onto the chair, before he cupped her cheeks.

Hot lips covered her. No tenderness, no foreplay. His tongue forced its way between the lips to tangle with hers. Not that she minded, she was ready for him. More than ready.

Arms entwined around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. His tongue and hers chasing each other, until finally the need for air caused them to part.

"You taste of chocolate." His mouth trailed from her lips, down her neck, to the top of her breasts almost bursting from the Bo Peep costume. "I want you naked."

Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed. But he didn't move. "I can't get undressed if you're holding me." Her voice was tinged with laughter.

Ben gazed down at her, and she almost fell to her knees. His eyes had darkened to a deep golden color, hotter than a summer night and deeper than any canyon. Backing up, her knees hit the chair and she sat. 

Hard.

The impact of the wood on her barely covered ass stung, and she wondered if Ben would spank her? Her nipples tightened at the thought of his broad, hard hand striking her ass in measured strokes.

Her hands shook as she removed her shoes, then began to roll down her thigh high white tights. The rustling of clothing had her lifting her head.

Ben had removed his black shirt. Her mouth watered at the sight of his hair covered chest. Her fingers itched to touch him, to run her hands over his muscles, to play with those brown nipples.

Tearing her gaze away from his magnificent body, she found the concealed zipper on the side of the dress and pulled it down. Standing, she slipped out of her costume.

"Oh, fuck."

Her head rose. Ben was staring at her, his hands on the top of his pants.

"Honey, there's no bed in here."

Cynthia glanced around the room. What? "Did you really expect one?"

"They way you've been teasing me, yes. A nice big bed, but I can improvise."

Before Cynthia knew what happened, Ben was naked, and she was straddling his lap in her g-string and nothing else.

"Ben," she groaned out his name when his condom covered cock brushed against her barely covered pussy.

"Let's get rid of these."

There was a sharp tug at her waist, then the next thing she knew the fabric was torn away and dropped to the floor.

"That's better," said Ben, shifting his position, before his fingers dipped into her pussy. "Yes, you're ready for me."

"I've been ready for you since day one," she whispered, her lips finding his.

Hands on her hips, he guided her onto his hard cock. Her pussy opened to him. She was more than ready for him.

Ben broke the kiss, to bury his face in her neck. "You smell of honey and vanilla. And damn you feel so good around my cock."

Unable to help herself, Cynthia arched her back, sliding further down onto his cock. Damn, he was big. But oh….she closed her eyes as her head fell back.

"Beautiful," said Ben, then his mouth covered her right breast. Tongue laving the nipple before his teeth nipped at it. Then he did the same with the left.

Molten heat flowed through her veins, and she braced her feet on the floor, shifted her body and took him entirely inside her.

"Oh, my God." The words slipped out of her mouth.

"Ride me, baby."

Cynthia did, until both their bodies were quivering masses of fulfilled desire. She collapsed against Ben. Their harsh breathing filled the room.

"Tell me your name," said Ben.

Ice water filled Cynthia's veins. She shook her head, and stood on shaking legs. She had to leave. Now. He couldn't find out she was his boss' daughter.

Thank goodness she'd piled all her clothing together. Reaching down, she grabbed them, and ran out the door.

Ben was so stunned he couldn't move for a few seconds, then he rose. He was about to go after her, but knew he couldn't. He knew who she was now, and she wouldn't escape him.

****

Monday morning, Moody Advertising was abuzz with the wonderful masquerade party on Saturday night. Ben hadn't stopped smiling. He'd already finished up most of his work for the day, and it was only nine.

At ten, he sat back and waited. She didn't disappoint him. At five minutes after ten, Cynthia Bellows stalked into his office.

"What is the meaning of this?" Her voice shouted, but it wasn't anger, it was more nervousness.

"Shut the door unless you want the entire office to hear this conversation."

Color drained from her face, but she closed the door then stared at him.

"It's obvious what it is." He sat back in his leather chair. "It's your g-string from Saturday night Bo Peep."

Her face grew paler. Ben grinned. He couldn't keep her on the line for too long. "I figured turn about was fair play, but if I was going to do that, I would have sent you a pair of my underwear."

"Ho...how did you figure it out?" Her voice was whisper soft now.

"It took me a while, but it wasn't until I saw you leaving after our love making, I realized where I'd seen that delectable backside before."

"Ben," she started.

He held up his hand, and she fell silent. "This is how this is going to go, Cynthia. You and I will start dating, exclusively. Every night you will grace my bed, where I will make love to you until you are totally sated. Then when enough time has passed, we will have a very short engagement with an equally quick wedding."

Her mouth fell open, and Ben grinned as he stood and crossed the room to her.

"Do you really think I'm going to let the love of my life slip away, no matter who her father is."

The End

Marie Tuhart - Escape to an Erotic Fantasy

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Angie Davidson finds herself at loose ends after her best friend's wedding and in need of a vacation, so when sexy yet aloof co-owner of the Quick Silver Ranch, Jared Turner, insists she stay to explore their sexual attraction, she agrees. Though she loves being a submissive in the bedroom, Jared's distant air after lovemaking brings back bad memories. Can she show this fear from her, or will he abandon her like everyone strong sexy man he has nothing to else in her life has?

Sexy yet aloof Jared, co-owner of the Quick Silver Ranch is eager to explore Angie's submissive side with two weeks of toys and other naughty play. However, the last time he was this attracted to a woman—mentally and phyiscally—she wasn't able to put up with his Dominant streak. Can Angie see that her vacation with him can be the perfect way of life?

Unmasked - Part 2 by Lia Slater

Ben Montgomery wasn’t a man who easily lost control, but he didn’t have the patience to continue this game. The past several weeks of finding enticing clues and anonymous notes had forced him to come here tonight and finally meet the woman who’d been making his dick hard with want at every Board meeting, at every client luncheon, at every date with another woman.

Every time he thought of the tiny slips of panties she’d left on his desk, the scent of her sweet pussy still lingering in the string lining. Every time he reread the naughty notes and smelled the red roses…

Enough was enough. No more games.

He was the new junior partner at Moody Advertising Agency and he didn’t have time for distractions, not if he wanted to impress the senior partners, especially Ned Bellows. That son-of-a-bitch seemed to already have it out for him.

At least now Ben had a chance to end this. Mystery Woman told him to meet her at this damn party and said she’d be wearing a “Bo Peep” costume with a bejeweled mask.

Well, here he was, reduced to playing her game. As far as he was concerned, Bo Peep was going to make good on all the teasing…

Right after he found out her identity.

Holding her close, he gazed into caramel colored eyes. Eyes he’d sworn he’d seen before, along with the long locks of dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Only the bejeweled three-quarter mask she wore kept him from placing her.

Who was she?

“Tell me your name.” Ben glared at a man passing by who was showing way too much interest in his mystery date’s long slender legs. Legs clad in white thigh-highs and sparkly blue stilettos. When Ben had seen her from across the ballroom, he’d had the same awestruck reaction. There was no doubt Bo Peep had a nice, curvy figure. Only, he didn’t appreciate other men noticing that little fact. Not when he was on a mission.

Go sniff out someone else, chump. This one’s mine.

At least for the night.

“Not so fast,” she said, clearly out of breath. Her ample breasts rose and fell against his chest. Her gaze darted around the crowded room. “Why don’t we go somewhere private to talk?”

“Talk? Honey, I didn’t come here tonight to talk. And all your provocative little memos tell me you don’t have a tête-à-tête on your mind either.”

If she really craved the taste of his cock in her mouth, like she’d written in her last message, that’s exactly what she’d get. Weeks of being teased had made him hard as steel and grumpy as an ogre. He had plans with this woman and he was determined to fulfill them if it took all night.

“You make a valid point.” She gave him a wicked grin, her glossy pink lips curving upward, revealing adorable dimples on each cheek.

Another surge of blood flooded downward. Fuck, since when did dimples make his cock throb? Yet the unexpected feature only seemed to be an added bonus to his daydream-come-to-life.

With his hand on her lower back he pressed her belly against his erection, showing her exactly what she was doing to him. “Go on.”

She drew in a breath and swallowed. “Let’s head upstairs. There’s a private room waiting for us.”

“Now you’re making more sense.” He loosened his hold on her but kept his hand splayed on her waist. “Show me the way, honey.”

He walked close behind her, hopefully hiding his erection from the rest of the party guests. All around them he noticed familiar faces. Coworkers. City officials. Clients. Neighbors.

Senior partners. Shit.

Ben ducked his head.

Thankfully they didn’t seem to recognize him underneath his mask and costume, or at least they didn’t let on. Peep’s suggestion that he wear the ridiculous get-up made more sense now.

And, he had to admit, the game was becoming a lot more intriguing.

He followed her up winding stairs, feeling the sway of her hips under his grip. Her short, ruffled skirt barely covered her ass cheeks as she took one step at a time. Ben assessed the view with full appreciation, remembering one of the more lascivious messages she’d left him.

Yep, he had a lot of plans for this woman.

****

Lia Slater – Erotic Romance with Heart-pounding Emotion

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WereSlave
Book 1 in Were Legends series (Mace's story)


As the Queen of Paqualette, Nayla is forbidden to have a husband or a human lover. Her life is a lonely and disciplined existence, so when she’s given the opportunity to choose a Were from her dungeon as her sex slave, she takes a chance. Werewolves are nothing but senseless monsters, she knows from firsthand experience. But after the one she selects to be her WereSlave turns out to be more of a man than she’d ever known, she must question her beliefs.


As the alpha leader, Mace is responsible for his pack. He’ll do anything to keep them alive, even give into the Queen’s sexual demands. But not unless he’s in control. Turning his enticing captor into the submissive is the only way to show her he’s more man than she realizes. Falling in love with Nayla is out of the question, but will he be able to leave her behind when his pack is finally free?

Unmasked - Part 1 by Lynda Bailey

Cynthia Bellows watched the activity in the crowded ballroom from behind the huge silk fichus tree in the shadowy alcove. But she wasn’t hiding. She was doing reconnaissance.

As she observed the array multi-colored, extravagant costumes, electric currents zinged through her stomach. When would he get here? She refused to admit her scheme of seducing the hot, new junior partner of Moody Advertising Agency wouldn’t work. It had to.

She adjusted the decadently low bodice necklace of her “Bo Peep” costume and schooled herself to be patient. Everything she’d done over the past two months--every mystery note, every single red rose, every thong left on his desk--had been building to this night.

The zaps in her belly moved lower to tickle her clit. She clenched her thighs together, relishing the mini-orgasm. How many times had she masturbated herself to shattering climaxes just imagining the possible outcome of tonight? She drew a confident breath. Never before had her efforts failed, and they wouldn’t fail this time.

The three-quarter, bejeweled, feathered mask only slightly obstructed her vision as she continued to observe the occupants in the convention room. Each year, the Moody Halloween masquerade party was the city-wide event to attend. And by the looks of it, every city resident was in attendance. 

Cynthia checked her watch. Nearly nine o’clock. Uncertainty wiggled between her shoulder blades. The festivities had started at seven and could go well into the morning hours. Nothing to panic about. Plenty of time for him to get here.

A sudden jolt charged through her. She pivoted right as an impressive figure filled the double wide door entrance. Her knees weakened.

Even from a distance, he looked impossibly tall, or maybe it was just an illusion created by his satin top hat. The matching cape hung to his narrow hips, but couldn’t conceal the broad expanse of his chest and shoulders. She didn’t have to see his features to know lush lips and a chiseled jaw were exposed below his scarlet mask; the only dash of color on his otherwise black costume.

He moved his head in a slow, methodical manner, watching the party-goers in the room. She shivered in anticipation. He was looking for her.

Then, like magnets, their gazes collided. Cynthia’s breath stalled in her throat. Her pulse stopped, literally, before stuttering back to life. Her nipples tightened as her pussy muscles jumped. 

Tipping his head in a covert acknowledgement, he skirted the perimeter of the dance floor toward her. She couldn’t take her gaze off his eloquent, yet virile walk. Each stride dripped potent power and supreme confidence. He looked neither left nor right, but straight at her. 

For the first time since setting her sights on him, concern that she may have taken on more than she could handle dried Cynthia’s mouth. Maybe this time, her true identity would be revealed. She drew back her shoulders.

Nonsense.

Still, she had to force herself not to steal into the darkened alcove as he approached. She refused to balk even while she worked to calm her erratic heartbeat and slow her rapid breathing. She would be the picture of aloof composure, even if it killed her.

He stopped directly in front of her. Not so close that they touched but close enough that the faint, spicy scent of musk swirled through her senses. It dizzied her. She resisted the urge to lean into the ornate molding for support.

For the span of countless heartbeats, his hypnotic green eyes peered at her through the mask. They held her captive.

“Well.”

The single word, spoken in a rich baritone timbre, brought forth visions of dark chocolate and red wine. Sophisticated and alluring and wholly sinful.

“I’m here.”

Cynthia commanded her mouth to curl up. “Yes, you are.” Could he hear her heart thumping in her chest?

“And?”

She brushed past him. “And I want to dance.”

He snagged her wrist in a firm grip, one she couldn’t easily escape from. “Lady, I didn’t come here to dance.”

Tremors of excitement rushed through her veins as her pussy quivered in time to her hammering pulse. She angled her chin in mock defiance. “And just what did you come for?” Try as she might, she couldn’t contain the slight breathless quality of her voice. She yanked to free her hand.

His grip tightened. “You know damn well why I’m here.”

She barked a laugh, grateful for the loud music and that they were mostly sheltered from prying eyes. “I know? Really?”

Cynthia wrenched again to dislodge herself from his grasp. She knew if she really wanted him to, he’d release her. The thought never crossed her mind. “Maybe you should tell me.”

He hauled her flush to his body, expelling all the air from her lungs in a startled gasp. Every inch of his solid muscled physique pressed against her softer curves. Her vision blurred and she struggled to breathe.




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Fulfilled


One woman. Two men. Why choose?


Piper Vaughn has known Mark Lundgren since she was a kid and always figured they'd end up together. That is until she meets Domingo Cardoza. Now two incredibly virile men are vying for her affections. How can she possibly choose between them? Can't they all just get along...together?

Welcome

Greetings from the authors of Short Story Seductions. The blog will officially launch in the coming days with the first installment of a Halloween themed story written by four of our authors. Each week, a new installment from a different author will be posted. So stay tuned for more!