“I’m going away.” Doyle looked at her, blonde hair blowing into his face. His hair looked even more tousled and unkempt than usual. 

“Away? Where?” Livana was startled. 

NICK'S LADY
by Katherine Kingston
Ellora’s Cave Publishing, May 9, 2007

Nick put a reassuring hand on Andrea’s arm. “Don’t panic. Nothing will happen that you don’t want. I promise.” 

Master Charles added, “You have my promise on that as well. For you, tonight is more about education than anything else. For Cilla it’s reintroduction.” 

They all stood and Master Charles led the way out of the theater, down two flights of stairs and along a wide hall to a room numbered 22. Despite their reassurances, Andi still felt a bit freaked out by the word “dungeon”. She’d played with Cal in one the night they met. It had been an interesting novelty but less that satisfactory. Looking back, she thought the lack of chemistry between them and Cal’s own self-absorption probably contributed to the failure, though Cal hadn’t realized anything was missing. 

Master Charles opened the door and flipped on a light. A single, low-wattage bulb illuminated a room whose walls and ceiling were painted in a dark charcoal gray. Cabinets lined one wall, while various pieces of furniture had been pushed against the others. She made out a desk, various benches, chairs—plain, stiff ladder-backed types as well as upholstered armchairs—and tables at varying heights. Leather-covered cushions in all shapes and sizes were piled in a heap. 

Two doors opened off the room on the left, one marked for women, the other for men.

“Your outfits are in there,” Master Charles said, pointing toward them. “You both have five minutes to change.” 

“Five minutes?” Andrea said as she and Cilla went into a boudoir-like powder room. 

“It starts to establish their dominance,” Cilla answered as she examined two outfits hung on pegs on the wall. “I assume the one marked ‘A’ is for you.” The only difference between the two was Cilla’s was a bit larger and black. Andrea’s was green. Both were silky camisoles just long enough to reach the tops of their thighs, but cut very low in both front and back. She had to watch Cilla to figure out the squared-off plunge went in front. The woman’s back was to her as she stripped off all her clothes and let the thing drop over her head. The shoulder straps had a fastener at the top of each. If they were opened, the entire thing would slide down and off. The back plunged low enough to reveal the crack of Cilla’s bottom. 

Then she turned around. 

The front edge went below the woman’s breasts, leaving them bare. 

“Better hurry up,” Cilla said. “You’ve only got a couple of minutes left.” 

Andi tore off her clothes and dropped the silky camisole over her head. Her breasts weren’t as substantial as Cilla’s, but the fabric running beneath them made them seem larger. 

“Let’s go,” Cilla urged. Andi was just as glad she didn’t have long to think about the spectacle she made. 

The men had rearranged some of the furniture. A straight-backed chair and a long, low padded bench had been moved to the middle of the room while a leather-upholstered armchair sat nearby but on the side. 

Neither man had changed clothes. They waited in the shadows for the women to come out.

To her surprise, it was Master Charles who came to her, while Nick escorted Cilla to the center of the room. Master Charles took her to the armchair. A towel draped over it, covering the seat and back, but she soon learned that wasn’t the chair’s only unusual feature. 

“I want you to sit here,” the Master told her. “Hike up the skirt so that it’s not beneath you.” 

Andrea did as instructed. 

“Now pull the bottom edge up and spread your legs,” he ordered. 

She felt the heat in her face at the additional exposure of her body, but Master Charles seemed matter-of-fact about it. While she did that, she watched Nick help Cilla sit on the padded bench. He handed something to her and told her to put them on. 

Her attention was distracted when Master Charles pulled out straps fastened to the legs of the chair and hooked them around her ankles, holding her to the chair with her pussy exposed. A set of clamps came from hidden compartments in the arms of the chair and he closed those over her wrists. 

Andi had a moment of panic when the restraints took hold. Master Charles put one hand on her shoulder and a finger on her cheek. “It’s all right,” he said in a gentle, compelling voice. “Nothing will happen to you. You have my promise and Nick’s. In fact, for you, this is mostly about watching and learning. As a submissive, though, you must get used to the feel of restraints and offering complete power over yourself to someone else. But you get safe words too. ‘Red light’. Use them if you really can’t handle something. If this is too much. Say those words and we’ll free you immediately. Do you understand?” 

Andrea nodded. 

Master Charles looked at her, a stern expression in his dark eyes. “You must say it,” he instructed. “You must always answer a Master. And answer respectfully. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“And you understand the safe words?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

He gave her a beautiful smile. “Very good. Now just watch and listen.” 

Nick looked over at them. He met Andrea’s gaze for a moment and offered a reassuring nod. Then he nodded for Charles to join him. 

Speaking to Cilla, Nick said, “You understand that you’re here for our pleasure as well as yours? You’ll have to earn your pleasure by bringing one of us to orgasm before you may enjoy your own. I don’t guarantee we will make it easy for you to resist it, but you know that if you have an orgasm before we say you may, you’ll be punished.” 

“Yes, Masters,” Cilla said. Her tone and even her posture were different, humbler, gentler, yet more resolved and controlled as well. 

“Good. Begin by undressing Master Charles. Slowly. Oh, but first… Hold out your hands.” 

She did as ordered. Nick put a pair of what appeared to be fuzzy mittens on her. “You may use your hands as long as you don’t remove these. You may also use your mouth and teeth as long as no part of your face touches a Master’s flesh. You’ll be punished if you do touch. Do you understand?” 

Cilla looked surprised. This must be a new game for her. “Yes, Masters,” she repeated. 

Nick nodded toward Master Charles, and Cilla began. Master Charles stood quietly, helping her only by holding his arms out or moving them back when needed. She had no trouble removing the man’s jacket and tie, but the buttons of his shirt presented more of a challenge. 

She dragged the shirt loose from his pants and started at the bottom, using teeth mostly, holding the fabric taut and away from his flat stomach with her mittened hands. After a bit of maneuvering, she got the bottom button undone. The next few took some struggling, but each one eventually gave way. He didn’t wear an undershirt. On the next to last button from the top, though, Master Charles held up a hand and said, “Her lips touched my chest.” 

Nick’s eyebrows went up and he shook his head. “You know the rules,” he said to Cilla. “On the bench. Legs spread.” 

The woman walked humbly to the bench, but a quick glimpse of her face revealed that she was neither chagrined nor unhappy. If anything, she looked satisfied.

PERFUMED HEAT

by Judy Mays

Soft light illuminated the inside of the limousine, as Moira settled back against the buttery-soft, leather cushions.  The opaque window separating the driver from the passengers was closed.   

Artemis slid into the limo, pulling the door shut behind him. 

Brendan and Belle did not join them.    

Moira's glance leaped from the closed door to Artemis.  She was alone with him, and he was staring at her with that same intense expression that had been on his face earlier. 

Trying not to seem too obvious, Moira inched across the seat away from him. 

A predatory glint appeared in Artemis’s hooded eyes. 

Moira’s breath caught in her throat.  Okay, what have I gotten myself into now?  “Where are Brendan and Belle?” 

He leaned closer. “They’re taking a cab.” 

Her back against the opposite side of the limo, Moira swallowed.   “Oh.  Ahhh, thank you for getting me away from Sylvia.  You don’t really have to take me to dinner.” 

Artemis stretched his arm out along the back of the seat behind her. “I know.” 

Lifting his other hand, Artemis rubbed his knuckles against her cheek.  “Your skin is as soft as it looks.”  His fingers slipped behind her neck.  Gentle pressure pulled her towards him.  He bent closer.  “You are a very lovely young woman.”  Then his mouth was on hers, his lips moving in a gentle, searching manner. 

At first, Moira stiffened, but his kiss was so gentle and undemanding, she relaxed.  Her lips softened and moved under his.  Her hands drifted up to his shoulders.  She sighed and inhaled his scent.   

The fragrance of Artemis’s cologne began to weave its spell again, enveloping Moira, seeping into her senses, tightening its hold on her psyche. How could cologne be so - seductive? 

Pulling her lips from his, Moira asked, “What’s the cologne you’re wearing?  It smells like Artemis Gray, yet it’s different, somehow.  The bottle I bought doesn’t have the same ingredients.” 

Artemis’s hand remained on her neck.  He slipped his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and began to trace delicate circles on her sensitive skin. 

Her pulse beat erratically. 

He caressed her cheek with his thumb.  “It’s a special blend for my personal use.” 

Breathless, Moira stared up into his eyes.  Why was he so irresistible? “The audacity, to name a cologne after yourself.” 

“I’m an audacious man.  I see what I want, and I take it.”   

Moira noticed flecks of gold in the irises of his gray eyes. Butterflies danced in her stomach.  “What do you want?”

His stormy gaze was even more intense than it had been before.  “You, Moira.  I want you.  Do you want me?” 

Instead of answering, Moira inhaled.  She’d been mixing scents since she was a girl but had never encountered anything like this blend of Artemis’s cologne.  Its uncanny fragrance was pure sexual stimulation, titillating and promising at the same time, an eclectic mixture of pine, sandalwood, cedar, and something else, something more subtle.  Who would have ever thought those diverse scents could be melded into one compelling fragrance. 

Opening her mouth, Moira inhaled and swallowed, using taste as well as smell to analyze the elusive ingredient in his cologne.  Her eyes widened.  “Aconite,” she murmured.  “Wolfsbane.  That’s your base. That’s why I’m so attracted…” 

As Artemis planted light kisses on Moira’s neck and throat, her scent and taste settled around him like a warm blanket.  The urge to mate grew stronger. “Why?” he murmured.  “Why is aconite so appealing to you?” 

Sighing, Moira closed her eyes and bent her head to the side, giving Artemis greater access.  “Aconite is a base ingredient of the perfume I’m wearing now.” 

Artemis lifted his head from Moira’s neck and stared down into her face. No wonder his reaction to her had been so strong.  Aconite, wolfsbane, just a whiff of its pungent aroma had the werewolf in him howling for dominance. He should have known since he used it himself.  Now he recognized the subtle scent enhancing the lily of the valley bouquet of her perfume, could isolate its sharp bite on his tongue from kissing her neck.  The arid bite of the aconite based perfume combined with the earthy smell of Moira’s own sexual heat was an enticement impossible for Artemis resist.  Lust surged through his blood.  

 His balls contracted, and his cock expanded and stretched to its full size.  His body demanded that he mate  - now. 

Sweat broke out on Artemis’s forehead as he struggled to control the urge to tear Moira’s clothing from her body, to pull her beneath him and plunge his cock in and out of her as hard and deeply as possible. 

He cupped Moira’ face in both hands.  “I want you, Moira,” he repeated.  “Do you want me?” 

Moira opened her eyes and stared into his. Why fight fate?  She'd wanted him since she first saw him stalking across the room.  “Yes, Artemis, I want you.” Lifting her head, she melded her lips to his. 

Groaning, Artemis pulled Moira onto his lap, his left arm curled around her shoulders while he slid his right hand down her silk clad back and hip and thigh.  He bunched her dress in his hand, pulling it up until he touched skin.  When his hand slipped back up her thigh, her dress went with it. The combination of the cool skin whispering against her thigh followed by his warm, rough fingers had her shivering with anticipation.  She wanted this man more than any she'd ever met.   

Blood pounding in his ears, Artemis sucked Moira's tongue into his mouth.  Still, he had his werewolf soul firmly under control.  He wanted more than just a quick mating.  He wanted to play first, to have Moira fall apart in his arms so he could watch her face as she came.  Then he would take his pleasure - and bring her to climax again. 

Repositioning Moira on his lap, he pushed her dress to the top of her thighs and slid his fingers between her legs.  When his fingers reached her wispy, silk panties, he tore them away. 

She was so very, very wet. 

His cock strained against his trousers.  He needed her to touch him. 

Pulling his hand away from her thighs, Artemis jerked his pants open unmindful of the button that flew across the limo.  He ripped his silk boxers and allowed his cock to spring free.   Capturing one of Moira’s hands in his, he guided it to his erection, shuddering when her fingers first teased its length – dancing and stroking down one side and up the other.  

As her tongue mated with his, Moira gripped Artemis’s cock and, slowly at first, then faster and faster, pumped it, her fingers squeezing, relaxing their grip, then squeezing harder again.  Artemis groaned into her mouth when she rubbed his first drops over the head over his cock.   His balls tightened even more. The urge to explode built higher and higher. 

“Easy, love.  Not yet.  You have to come for me first.”   

She didn’t fight him when Artemis pulled her hand from his cock and slipped his between her thighs. He slid his fingers into her wet slit.            

Moira moaned and spread her legs.  Yes.  This was what she wanted, what she needed.  She stabbed her tongue into his mouth, mating it to his.  When he slid first one finger then the second inside of her, she sobbed and thrust her hips against his hand.   

“More, please, more.” 

Moira tilted her head back when Artemis’s mouth left hers to trail kisses down her neck to her silk covered breasts.   

The sound of ripping cloth filled the limo as Artemis used his teeth to tear her dress and bra from her breasts.  He sucked first one then the other nipple into his hot mouth, fingers sliding around and around her clit.  

Moaning into his mouth, she thrust against his hand again. 

He raised his head from her breast and stared into her face.  “What do you want, Moira?”  

Moira gripped his shoulders with both hands, straining against the fingers that swirled and dance between her thighs.  “You,” she sobbed.  “Please, I need you inside of me.” 

Artemis’s breathing grew harsher.  “Like this?”  He thrust two fingers into her. 

A low keening moan escaped from Moira’s throat as she arched into his fingers, her internal muscles clutching at the slippery digits as she ground her hips against his pumping fingers.  The combined scents of Artemis’s cologne, her own perfume, and musty aroma of sex swirled and wafted around them, flooding Moira’s senses.  Her arousal spiraled. 

Artemis sucked her nipple into his mouth and slid a third finger inside. 

Her stomach muscles clenched, and her thighs shuddered.  “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” 

Artemis lifted his head from her breasts and looked into her eyes.  “Now, love, come for me now.” 

She shattered.           

Before Moira stopped shuddering from her orgasm, Artemis sat up and settled back against the seat and pulled Moira onto his lap facing him. He had to be inside of her.  Now!   "Put your legs around my waist, love." 

After she complied, he shoved her dress up around her waist, lifted her up, and dropped her onto to his cock, thrusting into her deeply as he could. 

“By all the gods, you’re tight,” he groaned.  He buried his face in her neck, gripped her ass, and pulled her towards him as he began to pump. 

Moira’s hand slid down his shirt, bunching it in her fists.  Buttons flew as she jerked it open and threaded her fingers through the hair on his chest.  She pinched a nipple. 

Artemis gritted his teeth as his balls burned.  He didn't think his dick could get as hard and achy as it felt now.  Still he fought against the pressure. His cock hadn't been inside of a woman for more years than he cared to remember so he was going to fight the urge to come and keep burying himself into Moira as long as he possibly could, allowing her slick muscles grasp, clench, and squeeze him until she milked him of every drop of resistance.  Only then would he allow himself his release. 

Moaning, Moira arched her breasts towards Artemis’s mouth as he impaled her on his cock.   He was so very hot, so very, very hard.  Her muscles stretched to accommodate his length then tightened to suck him further inside.  

Sitting on Artemis’s thighs with her legs around his waist, Moira shuddered as he stretched and filled her more than any other man ever had.  She wiggled, and he slid deeper.  She caught his rhythm, pulling him deeper and deeper with each thrust.   

He lifted his face from her neck, lowered his head, suckled a nipple then nipped it. 

A bolt of electricity seemed to jolt from her nipple to her groin.  He suckled again and gyrated his hips, pushing his cock deeper. 

Moira gyrated her hips and strained against him, pulling his cock even deeper.  She felt hot, so damn hot!  Pressure built.  She threw back her head and screamed as another orgasm ripped through her. 

This final tightening of her muscles was too much for Artemis.  He slammed his cock into Moira as he felt his cum erupt through his cock all the way from his balls.           

Gasping for breath, tears rolling down her cheeks, Moira collapsed against Artemis’s chest, inhaling the combination of cologne and male that comprised Artemis's unique scent.  Never has she experienced such wild, uninhibited sex.  At the moment, she didn't think she could even lift her head.  Nuzzling his neck, she caught a bead of sweat on her tongue.

by Judy Mays

(Coming June 9th from Ellora's Cave)

She heard the door open.  Too soon for James.  Some coworker then.