The Gift That Keeps On Giving

I will admit it wasn't just Lloyd I was thinking of when I shopped for his birthday present. He is hard to shop for, true, but I was using the opportunity to commit to something I knew he'd been craving since our first date. He'd been accepting of my reluctance but now I was ready.

It would be a two part present.

Lloyd had a long tough day, so I planned his evening carefully.

I bathed and took care of a few other necessities before dressing in an outfit guaranteed to make my message perfectly clear.

He swept into the house in a dark mood. Clearly the day had been a tough one.

He eyed my outfit, and his brow wrinkled as though he was trying to figure out what I was up to. But I handed him an icy gin and tonic, kissed him nice and long, and told him his birthday dinner would be ready soon, and we could open his gifts afterwards.

But I was twitching all the way through the meal thinking of what was to come.

He relaxed a bit, which made me happy, that my efforts were bearing fruit. We had an entire weekend ahead of us to play, so I wanted to kick it off with a bang.

If you get my meaning.

After a slice of tiramisu, his favorite dessert, we opened all of the other gifts I'd got him. The usual. Clothes, some electronic gadgets, some DVDs, and then it was time for the last gift.

It had been hard to wrap because of the shape, so in the end I put it into another box and wrapped it in red tissue paper. I figured the color choice would be clear when he got to the goods.

He had the box laying on his lap when he dug through the paper. Then he pulled out the present.

He looked up at me with an expression I almost couldn't describe.

Happy. But there was a look of dark satisfaction in his eyes that made me wet.

Then he pushed the box off on the floor and gave one experimental smack across his thigh.

"Nice toy. Has a good heft to it."

"The salesman said it was guaranteed to make an impression."

He pursed his lips and looked at me speculatively. Gave my ensemble a long look and raised a brow.

“This present has a second . . . part.” I said in a low whisper.

“Does it now?” He swished it through the air and the sound make my skin tingle.

I had expected to be nervous about the next step, but suddenly I felt . . . hungry.

“Come here.” He crooked his finger and I stood, slowly, walking around the table where his gifts were strewn. He shoved it out of the way so I was standing in front of him in my rather, ahem, provocative ensemble.

He took one hand and lifted up the front of my skirt.

Now both brows rose to his hairline.

See, I’d shaved my pussy totally bare. The first time I’d ever done the whole patch. He’d mentioned it once and I decided it would be like the cherry on top of his birthday tiramisu.

Or something like that.

“No panties? Naked little pussy?” He gave it a smack and I jumped and squeaked. “Seems rather . . . slutty . . . of you.”

“Well, after I was in that store with all the, uh, toys, I got feeling kind of naughty.”

“That kind of admission can get you in trouble. You know that, don’t you?”

Here came the big step. Could I do this?

For him?

“I’m sorry . . . Daddy.”

He gasped. His eyes blazed.

“Then you understand that there will have to be punishment meted out. Little girls who act like sluts must be punished.”

“I understand Daddy.”

“Lay down over my lap.”

I was quaking as I did what he wanted. When I’d said the word “Daddy”, saw his face, saw that magnificent cock of his swell up, suddenly it was all good. No more nerves. No more hesitation. I was making him hot. That’s all I ever wanted for him.

So I lay down over his broad, strong thighs and gave a little sigh.

“I believe it’s best if I make the strongest impression possible. Nip this kind of thing in the bud. Unfortunately, it is going to be a hard lesson to learn.”

His hand pushed my skirt up and over my back.

He ran his hand across my ass.

I was dripping.

Then he swung my gift through the air and it hit my ass with a ferocious smack and I screamed and bucked, and he had to hold me down.

“I think twenty-five strokes should drive my point home.”

The big leather paddle hit my ass again and I shrieked.

“Count for Daddy.”

“Two!”

And when he was finished with the paddle he showed me just how pleased he was with my performance, and my gift, and I was pretty darned ecstatic myself.

Even if I couldn’t sit down.

My gift had been a hit. And as he whispered all the naughty things he had planned for me, I had visions of years’ worth of gifts dancing in my head.

Luckily, our anniversary was just a month away.

I had a feeling I’d be visiting that naughty store again, for another perfect gift – the kind of gift that keeps on giving.

Telephonic Titillation - Sexy Excerpt from Words of Lust

She snatched up the phone, breathless with nerves.

“Nick!”

“In the flesh. Or at least I wish I was. How was book group?”

“Oh, well, we got to talking and didn’t get around to discussing the book.”

“Should I be afraid to ask what you were talking about?”

“I guess there’s no harm in telling you that you and our sex life was the primary topic of conversation.”

“Why am I not surprised? What is it about ladies getting together that it always ends up being about sex.”

“What else is there?”

“Sports?”

“I can’t quite see the various female Professors of English and Economics waxing on about the vagaries of competitive sports.”

“Your loss.”

“Really? We ladies can be quite naughty once we get going. In fact we had a very illuminating comparison of sexual implements that you probably would have found educational.”

“You mean you talked about sex toys.”

“Exactly.”

“Interesting. So did this conversation get you all hot and bothered? Do we need to take care of that right now? What are you wearing?”

“Give me a minute.” She put down the phone and peeled off her clothes with a tipsy giggle. “Okay. Ask me again.”

“What are you wearing, Professor?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s my girl. How about you pick out your favorite toy and make yourself comfortable.”

A few minutes later she had eagerly pulled out her favorite vibrator and lay stretched out on across the sofa, the phone cord stretched to its limits.

“What have you got there?”

“My vibrator.”

“Is it one of those little bitty things or is it one of those monsters.”

“It’s a big one.”

“Excellent. Put it in.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

She rubbed the head of the silicon vibrator between her legs. She was already wet. Just thinking of him had made her slick. She slid the vibrator in, relishing the twinge as she stretched around it, still wonderfully sore from hours of sex with him the prior night.

“Is it in?”

“Yes.”

“How does it feel.”

“Good – but not as good as you feel inside me.”

“Close your eyes and imagine it’s me.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve got my cock in my hand and we’ll play together. Now just lie there and enjoy yourself and I’ll do all the work.”

“Mmm. All right.” She turned the vibrator to its lowest setting and the humming inside her made her purr.

“Sounds like you’re happy?”

“Yes.”

“I’m stroking my cock. I’m hard for you. I’m going to fuck you so hard, Professor, so hard that you scream. Will you
scream for me when you come?”

“Yes. I’ll scream.”

“I’ll make you scream. How about I fuck you in my truck? Make you bend over the tailgate. I’ll pull your pretty little panties down and your sweet little cunt will be dripping for me. Won’t it?”

“Yes.” The vibration began to push her slowly towards an orgasm. But his words were the catalyst that made her sizzle.

“I love your ass, have I told you that? It’s beautiful and round and soft. I loved spanking you and I’m going to do that again, right now, before I shove my cock into your tight little pussy.”

She was panting a bit into the phone. Her hand was shaking and holding it was difficult. But his voice mesmerized her. Low, and intoxicating, he drew her into the fantasy.

“I want to fuck you so bad, I can’t wait to get inside. I don’t care if we’re outside where anyone can see us. If they do, they’ll see me pumping into your sweet, gorgeous hole. They’ll envy me because I have you all to myself. No one gets you but me. Do you like that, Serafina? The thought that I own your body, that no other man is allowed to touch you?”

“You know it does.” The erotic thought of being watched as he controlled her, impaled her, outside where anyone might see, was unbearably erotic and she turned the vibrator up. She closed her eyes and imagined the scene, him with his clothes on. Her dress tossed up and her panties down around her knees as he shoved himself into her hard, grunting with effort. She drew up her legs and her toes curled on the sofa as she fought to keep from orgasming. It was too much fun to be led by him.

“I’m not wearing a condom. I want to feel your hot flesh clutching me, milking me. I’m going to come hard, inside you. I’m going to fill you up.”

“It will feel so good.” She began to piston the vibrator deeper, adding the thrust to the twisting motion of the tool. Her hips were moving and she crept closer to coming.

“I will spew inside you. Then I’ll take my cock out and it will be coated with our come. Yours and mine. Then do you know what I’m going to do?”

“No.” Harder she thrust the tool and turned it to the highest setting and began to moan.

“My cock is so hard for you. Even after I’ve come I can’t get enough of you. I want more of you. I want to come in every place in your body. I’m hard and I push right between those sweet cheeks of yours – your ass is marked with my hand all over. You screamed when I spanked you and now I’m shoving my cock up your tight ass and you’re screaming again. If anyone is watching, they are seeing me shove inside your tight ass, I’m fucking you hard. Harder and harder. When I come this time I’m shooting up your ass. You’re filled with my cum. When I pull out I can see you dripping with my cum. I keep you bent over so I can enjoy the sight. Your spanked cheeks, your juicy little pussy and your ass is mine now too.”

His words were guttural and choked and as she came and thrashed on the sofa, her muscles clenched and the vibrator buried deep in her spasming cunt, she heard him grunt, groan and curse and knew he’d come with her.

Even apart they were perfect together.

Lise Horton's WORDS OF LUST .... Take 1 - A Wicked Excerpt to Whet Your Appetite!

On Wednesday night, Serafina lay relaxing in the warm, scented bath, her eyes closed. Her double class load was wearying, and Nick kept her off balance. She needed the soothing interlude to hopefully calm her whirling thoughts and allow her to get a good night’s sleep, before another manic day on Thursday. She and Nick hadn’t seen one another since Sunday of that week. They had several more dates after the run-in with Elizabeth Parker, and she’d been relieved that there seemed to be nothing about the woman’s snide remarks that bothered Nick. It was now only the third week of their acquaintance, and Serafina was utterly and completely addicted to Nick Stellato. His touch was intoxicating. Thoughts of him filled her head constantly, distracting her at the most inopportune times. Going for three days without his touch felt like a withdrawal.

Relaxing after a long, hectic day, however, she luxuriated in the tub and allowed her thoughts to stray to Nick. She kept replaying in her mind the scene between them in his truck on the occasion of their first date. She recalled the breathless intensity of that evening, and she could not resist temptation.

Her hand drifted through the water, reaching between her legs thinking back to that erotic night. She remembered his mouth over hers, nibbling, licking, kissing, exploring even as his hand slid inside her panties and touched her. The throbbing she’d felt inside was deliciously unbearable. That night she’d been desperate to have him inside her but he’d just subjected her to a glorious torment that lifted her up, all while making her crave so much more. He’d slid his fingers through her wetness, then slowly, inserted one fingertip inside her, then another as he’d moved with infinite gentleness. When his calloused thumb suddenly touched her clit, she’d writhed beneath his hands as his kisses grew more insistent until she’d moaned. She’d reveled, too, when he uttered a guttural groan that made him sound like a predator, a man enjoying his mastery of her body, pleased and possessive.

Then his fingers had plunged completely inside her, thick, and stretching her hungry flesh She’d panted and trembled. His movements had grown faster and more forceful and the sense of being invaded had pushed Serafina closer and closer to the sweet abyss. He’d stroked her, urging her on with his words, his movements, the feel of his kisses and his hand on her breast. The idea that she’d lain there, spread for him, with his hand stroking the most intimate part of her though they were fully clothed and out in a public place had lit the sizzling fuse. When the wave of heated orgasm flooded over her, she’d been swept along in the amazing sweetness of clenching muscles.

Now the memory of his touches, of the decadence of the act overwhelmed her and her fingers plunged inside her cunt as a wave of orgasm spread from the core of her throughout her body and she lay shivering, as she had lain and shivered in his arms in the aftermath that night.

WORDS OF LUST by Lise Horton. Release date September 9, 2013. E-book available from Carina Press and at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Kobo and Apple.


Words of Lust is Lise's erotic romance debut novel set in NYC. Serafina Luca & Nick Stellato come from different worlds. But lust – and love – conquer all. Release date is September 9, 2013 from Carina Press. For more titillating excerpts, visit her blog http://lisehorton.blogspot.com/ or for additional updates, stop by her website www.lisehorton.com . Lise has releases in two Ravenous Romance anthologies and under her erotica pseudonym, Lydia Hill, her short story “My Master’s Mark”, will be included in the 2014 Cleis Press anthology, “Slave Girls” edited by D. L. King.

Dream Lover

by Lise Horton


Eleanora closed the door to her small chamber and sighed with exhaustion. Gently lighting the single candle sitting atop her bedside table she stood and stretched sore and aching muscles. The day had been a long one and dinner with the joyous bride and groom celebrating while she toiled alone in the grim kitchen had left her suffering the pangs of loneliness and yearning.

Slipping out of the soiled garment she’d worn, she poured a slight amount of the chilly water into the bowl and hastily washed herself, shivering in the cold night air that shifted uncomfortably around her as the wind stole in through the cracks in the wooden planking of the garret.

Pulling her threadbare nightdress over her head she wrapped her arms about her frame and stood for a moment looking out upon the new fall of snow that blanketed the dreary yard beneath in a sparkling cover of purity. The sliver of new moon shone feebly over the snow and shadows were rife. The quiet of the night enhanced her sense of sadness and finally she stepped away, turned to her solitary bed and slid beneath the covers, finally relaxing as her body warmth heated the cocoon.

Midnight came and went and Eleanora twisted fitfully in her sleep. Her dreams fractured and the images swirled and the dreamscape was a misty greyness brightened only by a distant point of reddish light that pierced the gloom.

Warmth, then heat, began to pulse from that point of light and in her dream, her nightdress filmy and flowing about her ankles, Eleanora was drawn toward it. She reached out, but suddenly the world beneath her feet disappeared and she was falling.

“Save me!” her thin cry of despair echoed in the mist.

Then strong hands caught her. She was clutched against a hard body and warm arms encircled her. With a grip like velvet steel her savior cradled her. Soothing hands stroked her flesh and in the blink of an eye she was naked. Her flesh pulsed with awareness as the hands touched her, growing bolder and more demanding.

She lay spread across a bed, the sheets beneath her body soft and clean. Atop her lay a hard male body, his face framed by thick waves of midnight black hair, but his features hidden from hers as his seeking lips caressed her face, her neck, and then down, down, until that hot mouth found the tip of her breast and wicked teeth, then tongue feasted on her flesh. Her body began to writhe as wondrous sensations coursed through her. His hands squeezed and teased and titillated her skin, touching here, then there, growing more intense. Between her thighs fingers probed, testing her, plunging deep until the juices of her desire, unfamiliar but ah, so welcome, flooded from her, scenting the air with want.

As the air grew warmer, then hotter, as her flesh began to tingle with the heat, the bone deep cold of her existence melted away. Arms held her, hands caressed her. The man atop her, thickly muscled and heavy pressed down upon her. His thick male flesh parted her thighs. Hot and hard that flesh pushed between those now damp lips and stretched her, impaled her, filled her until she screamed with the pleasure as he came into her. Harder, then faster, deeper he forced himself into her as her tender body flowered open to the sharp impalement.

Sharp nails began to scratch at the skin over her breasts and she felt the wicked tongue pierce her mouth, searching. The kiss grew feral and her own hunger grew apace. Their bodies surged together and the pulse of need swelled. Her flesh trembled, her breath grew short as the man – as her anonymous lover - possessed her, taking from her with rough demand. Into her he thrust, at her mouth he fed. His nails scored her and she relished the sharp pains that grew until they were all encompassing. Her body throbbed and her spirit strained for a glory she could not name.

When the guttural roar filled her ears, as the man surged forward and poured his hot seed into her she felt the rush of ecstasy fill her, heard her own scream echo through the dreamscape and then – just before the iron grip loosed her and the weight of her lover vanished, a whisper sliced into her ear.

“Mine.”

***

What a strange dream, though Eleanora as she opened drowsy eyes the next morning. Pale light from the dawn filtered into the room and she lay for a moment, rousing herself from slumber.

Her cheeks pinkened at the memory of her erotic night fantasy. Her tempestuous dream. Yet her body felt tight, and sore, and there was an odd stickiness between her thighs. Frowning, Eleanora could make no sense of it.

But there was work to be done. Solace found in dreams was a fancy she had no time for. It was back to the weary existence she’d known for so long.

Rebraiding her hair, she stepped before the wash bowl and the dim glass, and pulled off her night dress. She’d wash quickly before dressing again and then …

…Eleanora stood transfixed before the glass. Rather than the pale, naked body she glimpsed every morning, a wanton stared back.

Her lips appeared swollen. Her breasts seemed fuller, rounder, their peaks hard and ruched. For the first time she noticed her waist flaring to lush hips, and the dark patch of curls that guarded her feminine core glistened.

Her eyes widened. The memories of rough hands on her body were immediate – no dreamy touches, vague and elusive, but harsh and demanding, claiming.

Leaning forward, peering closer at her reflection in the mirror in the grey morning gloom she touched her breasts. They ached. There, the marks of teeth. And there, a long red scratch. Below, on her stomach, bluish bruises, the imprints of fingers marred the pale white of her skin.

And between her thighs the telltale wash of blood stained her. Her heart began to beat faster. What was this madness?

Her mind whirled, but suddenly, just as the sun peeked over the Eastern horizon, a heated whisper washed through her very soul.

“Mine!”