Thursday, February 9, 2012

Be Careful What You Wish For is out now!

Erotic Short
Contemporary Romance / BDSM / Rubenesque

When Connor asks Felicity what she wants for their first wedding anniversary, she shocks the hell out of him by saying she wants to try rough sex.

But as Connor jumps on the opportunity and turns into someone she’s no longer sure she knows, Felicity wonders if maybe she shouldn’t have been more careful in what she wished for…
“You’ve been naughty. Very, very naughty.”

Felicity bit her bottom lip at her husband’s husky whisper. The bristles on his unshaved jaw brushed the skin of her shoulder as he drew back, leaving her feeling restless and cold.

He’d already told her to get naked, and she’d instantly obeyed, undressing with record time. It’d felt weird to do this so openly, trusting he would like what he saw.

She shook her head. No, he always did. He got hard just at the sight of her bare body and always had. But now that his body had left hers, she suddenly wondered what she was doing here. This was going to be so unlike what they usually did, she wasn’t sure what had gone through her to ask him that.

“Connor?” she called out, needing to hear him.

“You asked for this, baby. Now grab the headboard, and do not move until I tell you to.”

She reached for the wooden rail and clasped it between tense fingers. Seconds later, hands were on her hips. He tilted her body until she was leaning down, her head pressed against the backs of her hands, her thighs open wide, her ass high in the air.

It was an altogether submissive position, and yet, she had no one but herself to blame. He was right. She’d asked for this.

When his open palm met her ass for the first time, she gasped. Then waited.

He seemed to take her non-reaction as a go-ahead and did it again, to her left butt cheek this time.

He fell into an unhurried rhythm, alternating slaps and slow caresses. Her ass was on fire, but it wasn’t hurting per se. It was the weirdest sensation really.

And then he started talking. “You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”

She felt her mouth open, ready to blast him for the way he’d just addressed her, and yet, nothing came out. Because she was wet, damn it. She’d always considered herself a feminist, but here she was, letting the man of her life call her names and getting off on it. What was wrong with her?

He thrust a finger deep inside her pussy and groaned. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet. You really like me acting like this, don’t you, baby?”

“Ye-es,” she said, pumping her hips back, trying to make him move his finger. Instead, he slid it back out. She groaned, “Connor!”

She wasn’t sure if he heard her or if he’d already decided what he was going to do because he began tracing her rose a second later. He painted it wet with the juices he’d collected, going back to dip his fingertip inside his pussy for more until she was nearly panting.

When he slid one finger, then two, inside her ass, Felicity held the headboard in both hands and didn’t let go. It hurt. Damn it all to hell, it hurt.

But she hung on and let him play with her, nearly sighing in relief when she felt something press against her clit.

Then whiskers brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and she jerked when she realized it was his tongue currently taking a very long, slow, detour of her pussy.

“God,” she muttered, closing her eyes at the rush of sensations threatening to overwhelm her.

She focused on that touch, ignoring the fingers scissoring her rose wider. His tongue flicked her clit, exactly the way she liked it. He knew her body by heart now, she thought, knew what to do to make her moan in pleasure.

Except tonight was different, and she should really have realized this sooner. Because what happened next took her completely by surprise. His teeth closed around her left pussy lip and bit.

She swore she nearly jumped out of her skin. Her nails digging into the headboard, she found herself leaning forward, trying to get away from him. His hands clasped her hips and held her still.

“Don’t you dare move,” he growled just before doing the same to her other inner lip.

Felicity looked at the wall in front of her and blinked. This was freaky as hell! Her pussy now pulsed as if it had a life of its own. Her butt cheeks still faintly ached from his earlier spanking. Her ass, now devoid of thick fingers, felt empty.

She didn’t know whether she was coming or going but…she was still wet. “Fuck me,” she murmured.

Of course, her luck being what it was, Connor heard her. “Not yet, little slut. I’m far from finished with you.”

Where the hell did my husband go? she asked herself. What had she unleashed when she’d told him she wanted rough sex for their anniversary? God, I should have just asked for jewelry like any good little wife. Stupid!

“Connor?” she called out, her voice shaky.

He didn’t respond, but she could feel his breath against her butt, moments before he bit the bottom curve of her right cheek.

“Damn it, Con!”

He smacked the palm of his hand against her left butt cheek.

No complaining. Right. Got it. Right. Fuck, that stings!

“I love your ass,” he called out, his voice almost gleeful. “I’m going to fuck the hell out of it now.”


Aleiona said...

bought it, read it, loved it!!

cool, emma!!!

Soooo sexy and yet soooo tender!! I love the way you make an hyper-hot story turn into something so sweet and yet so realist.

Emma Hillman said...

Oh, thank you so much Aleiona :)

I'm so glad you liked it. Like I said, it's a bit different than my usual but I came up with the idea when I saw the cover and decided to run with it.

Pretty perfect for V-day too ;)