Saving Lady J – The Butterfly Series

Saving Lady J

Saving Lady J – The Butterfly Series

Suzy Ayers

Dark Hollows Press

http://www.darkhollowspress.com/

Book blurb:

Jamie is a woman confused about who she is sexually. Her submissive side is constantly at war with her mouth.

She becomes involved with Julian, a man with secrets of his own, who becomes her slave.

When two dominant men enter Jamie and Julian’s life, Jamie’s world begins to unravel. As she attempts to help Julian fight his battles, she unwitting puts herself in harms way.

About the book and intentions:

There are 3/4 main characters and multiple supporting characters. Just as in “real life” Jamie has friends and a job. They don’t know about her personal activities outside of work. Jamie’s had always thought she was a “freak” and hid away. She found herself sexually and unfortunately in the lifestyle there are abusive and frightening situations, as in any “vanilla” life.

I wanted to show growth within two of the main characters over this series. The book is intended to have a second one to explain Julian’s dark past and hopefully a bright future for Jamie.

Where this came from:

 A majority of this book is based on non-fiction, real characters and a heck of a lot of naughty dreams. Julian is a real person and even Raynth is a real person that I speak with and get advice from. All names are changed and I have never met these people, sadly.

Themes/Warnings for the book:

This book is a dark erotic thriller. It is for readers 18+ and includes, but not limited to: force, mindfuckery, anal, spanking and spanking implements, non-con/dub-con, suspenseful elements, pegging, interracial sex, cuckold-themes, etc

Cast:

Jamie – main character, Domme, submissive, masochist (Switch)

Julian – main character, slave

Chris – main character, Dominant, sadist

Marc – main character, Dominant, sadist

Excerpt #1 – the painslut

Chris demanded all of my free time, which was fine with me. I needed a release after my highly stressful days at work. He seemed to be able to read me well. It was uncanny almost how well.

Our first real session was one I’d never forget. He wanted to test out a new toy on me, a flogger that had many chain-links of metal instead of leather. My entire body was physically shaking as I knelt down for him. He was intimidating on his own, but wielding a medieval looking weapon I nearly fainted as it crashed down on my back and ass.

“Sir!” I gasped and the breath coated the thin air that escaped my lungs. My fingers attempted to claw at the hardwood floor, but not gaining any purchase.

“Yes, little one.” His gravelly voice hinted at his arousal, as his weapon of torture met my skin again.

My head rocked back ever so slightly and he knelt down to accept the fact that I couldn’t speak, so he spoke for me.

“Do you enjoy the pain, my beautiful painslut?”

I nodded astonished at my own body’s reaction to this. I jumped, startled as his hand reached under me and drew out my fragrant arousal. It was sticky and bountiful. It dripped from his fingers. He plunged them into my mouth, forcing them further and further into my throat. My confusion became realization as he used my mouth, testing my gag reflex.

“Good girl,” he said as he stood back up. “Come,” he ordered for me to follow.

 

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Toy Story….

Toy Story

“Are you comfortable, baby-girl?”

She wiggled on the bed and tested the thigh sling holding her legs spread wide. “Yes Sir, I’m fine. But you can tighten the straps some more if you want to pull my knees back farther.”

“That’s an excellent idea.” He adjusted the straps, pulling her knees almost to her chest. “How does that feel now? Are the ropes on your wrist too tight?

The ropes binding her arms to the bedposts were tight, but she needed the pain to distract her, otherwise the game would be over too soon. With her legs spread wide, her arms bound and a blindfold covering her eyes, she was completely vulnerable, totally exposed, and accessible for her-Sir’s enjoyment. How delicious.

“I’m ready, my-Sir. Let the game begin.”

Fire exploded between her legs before the sound of the slap reached her ears. “I’ll decide when the game begins, Princess. To remind you, once the game begins, you will have to guess what toy or implement I’ve used on your body. There will be five objects and you will have three guesses for each. If you guess all five toys or implements correctly, I will allow you to come. If you miss just one, you will receive our previously agreed upon punishment…and no orgasm.” He pressed two fingers into the wetness of her hot sheath and she moaned. “Understood?”

Her abdomen clenched with tingling anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good-girl. There is one more caveat to the game. If you climax before I give you permission, the game is over – you lose.”

She sucked down a calming breath. “Yes, Sir.”

“OK, let’s begin.”

She jerked in the sling when something wet lashed her clit. Coarse stubble rasped her skin and her breath caught in her throat.

“Tongue, that’s your tongue.”

“Excellent, My-slut.”

Pleasure and pain closed around her pebbled nipple. “Nipple clamps, Sir.” Her nipples, an autobahn express to her pussy, practically sighed with pleasure.

“Oooh,” popped out of her mouth when a ribbed object breached her rosebud. “Butt-plug, Sir.”

“Brava baby-girl, that’s three – just two more to go.”

An all too familiar buzzing sound filled the room, just before the vibrations in her cunt sent pleasure rippling through her entire body.

“Wand, magic wand,” she gasped.

“Yes, now one more to go.” The buzzing grew louder and the vibrations stronger. He’d upped the wand’s speed – evil man.

Pleasure spikes pricked her arm. “Needles.”

“No.” The vibration grew stronger.

Barbs of pain stabbed her thighs. “Pinwheel, Sir.”

“No baby-girl, you have one more guess.” The vibrations grew stronger.

Her impending orgasm crested and she hovered on the edge. Prickly heat erupted wherever the stinging darts touched. She bit her lip and focused on the repeated tiny nips from whatever toy or implement Sir used all over her body.

Implement? Could it be?

“Fork, it’s a fucking fork.”

“Good-girl.” Sir climbed between her legs and the air rushed from her lungs when he slammed his cock deep inside her. “Now – come for Me.”

© 2015 Will LaForge

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my semi-finals submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Fork’.

 

Where The Horror First Began….

Bed and Breakfast

Dick checked his watch again. “Ms. Gordon, what are you doing in there? I want to check out of here and hit the road by Noon.”

Barbara danced out of the bathroom wearing a sheer, white sundress flowing to mid-thigh. “Ooh, he called me ‘Ms. Gordon’ in his dominant voice. You know I get moist when you act all macho. Well, Mr. Grayson, since we’re being so formal, what do you think?” She did a little pirouette that made the dress rise high to show off her defined legs, shapely ass and cleanly shaven pussy.

“You’re not wearing panties, or a bra.”

“No Dick, I’m not. What’s your point? This way you’ll have easy access to the goodies in the car. Mmm, and judging by the lump in your pants, you haven’t had enough of me yet.”

“No, I can never get enough of your sweet goodies. Come here.”

He pulled her into his arms and licked her lips. When she ground her hips into his groin, he pulled up her dress to squeeze her delicious ass.

From his secret hiding place in the wall, Norman squirmed with growing envy. He’d watched the amorous couple all through the night and returned this morning just in time to see the man mount the wanton slut again. The floor under his feet was sticky with his own spent emissions, but he’d have to wait until they checked out to clean up the mess. Norman barely stifled a groan as he freed his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.

Dick leaned back and turned his head toward the wall. “Did you hear something?”

“No, baby, I didn’t hear a thing.  To be honest, all I want to hear are your moans, because I’m going to take the edge off you before we leave.” She pushed him onto the end of the bed.

“Barbara, we don’t have time to fool around. We promised Bruce we’d be back for weapons training tonight.”

She undid his pants, yanked them off and then dropped to her knees between his legs.  “This won’t take long. You haven’t cum in my mouth all weekend and I’m hungry.” Dick’s big cock popped free and she engulfed the head in her mouth.

“Oh my god Barbara, you’re right, this won’t take long.”

She mumbled around his cock. “Do it. Come for me. Shoot all your juice down my greedy throat.”

“Fuck, I’m coming!” Dick shouted.

Behind the wall, Norman trembled with lust. Once again, he found himself torn between wanting to be him…or be her. He wiped the drool off his mouth as he imagined swallowing a man’s seed. Norman stroked his cock, once, twice, and then he spewed a torrent of his liquid essence all over the wall and floor.

****

Mrs. Bates smiled at the young couple. “We hope you enjoyed your weekend here at the Bates Bed & Breakfast. Hopefully, you’ll come back next spring when we open up either our new motel or hotel.

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Hotel’.

Photo attribution for the Bed and Breakfast picture provided – Free image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 

 

 

 

Jammies and Wild, Sweaty Monkey Sex

Jammies

“Are we just going to sit around in our pajamas all day?” He asked as he sipped his first cup of coffee.

She chuckled and rubbed her foot on the inside of his leg. “Maybe, my-Sir. Would that be a terrible way to spend a rainy day?”

‘’No little-one, that would not be a bad idea at all. So, what’s up with you this morning? How did you sleep last night? You seemed a little restless.”

“I slept pretty well and woke up dreamily, feeling all soft, pliant, subby, romantic, fanciful and horny. I’m running out of adjectives.”

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “My, my…that was certainly a mouthful of adjectives. OK, so what runs through your mind when you wake up in this subby mood?”

She shifted and placed her foot on the growing bulge between his legs. “Hmm. What runs through my mind when I feel that way? Well, the thoughts and visions are kind of ethereal as I’m waking up. I feel warmly cared for, affectionate and happy.” He groaned when she rubbed his throbbing length with the edge of her foot. “I imagine You wrapped around me, hands wandering all over, kissing, legs entwined, and wanting to lounge in bed all day, just experiencing each other. We’d enjoy breakfast in bed. Sexy cuddling, snuggling, talking, laughing – a good-girl and her-Sir. See, I’m not always a brat.”

He put the coffee cup down, slipped a hand under her t-shirt and cupped her breast. “I’m liking this subby mood of yours. Hell, we should have stayed in bed. The next time you have one of these soft and subby moods, you have my permission to do whatever comes to your wicked mind.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb around her nipple and smiled as the bud stiffened under his touch. “Tell me what else ran through your mind when you woke this morning.”

She groaned in pain mixed with pleasure when he cruelly pinched her nipple.  “I wanted to stop you when you got out of bed to put on the coffee, but I wasn’t ready to fully wake up. I imagined sliding down your body, slipping under the sheets and nuzzling your cock until it got rock hard…like it is now. Flicking my tongue around it, teasing, sucking, slurping…then taking you all into my mouth. I thought about your hand in my hair, relaxing my throat so you can push deep, then sucking with just my lips, and stroking up your length from balls to head with my tongue. All the dirty, filthy words you would be saying as I pleased You ran through my mind.”

He swallowed a deep breath as he continued to fondle her breasts. “I like the way you think. So what should we do now?”

“Sir, are you letting me top from the bottom?”

“Yes little-one, today you are in charge.”

Her grin was nearly bigger than her face. “We’re going to cuddle, kiss and make out like teenagers in heat. Then we’re going to have wild monkey sex, watch the game and eat something, other than each other, probably cereal with bananas for breakfast. I’d cook you some pancakes, but I don’t want you to fall asleep before I’m finished with you. Maybe we’ll order a pizza later and then start all over again at the cuddle, snuggle – monkey sex part.”

He stroked his chin to give the impression he was in deep thought. It took him all of three seconds to ponder her suggestion for how they should spend this rainy Saturday. He really didn’t care what they did, as long as they did it together. She was his submissive, but she was also his best friend.

“Well, you seem to have this all planned out and I must admit your idea does have potential, especially the part about the pizza. I want mushrooms and pineapples on the pizza.”

Her foot traveled up his leg and back to his crotch. “Fine, you’re going to need the mushrooms. In fact, we should probably get anchovies too.”

“Good thinking, even if your inner-brat is showing. Do we have enough wine?”

“Yep, I bought three bottles of our favorite red and white wines.”

“Little-one, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you had this all planned. OK, one more thing.”

She tried and failed not to roll her eyes. “And…..?”

“I want to start with the cuddling. I want you to crawl over here, sit in my lap, lay your head on my chest and just let me hold you for a while.”

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask.”

He winked. “Then we’ll have the hot and sweaty monkey sex.”

“Of course.”

“You are My good-girl. I love you.”

“More – I Love You More.”

“I doubt it. Now get your ass over here now. My hands are twitching to give you a spanking and my arms are aching to give you a hug.”

“Yes, Sir.”

 

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

To Bind With Love

To Bind With Love

“Do you want me to tie you up?” You asked.

You’ve caught me admiring photos on Tumblr of women tied and bound by rope. I think my lusty moans and groans drew your attention.

My breath catches in my throat as you lean over my shoulder and point to the picture on my iPad. The knots of the rope are intricate and so beautiful. I’ve been imagining myself in the woman’s place and the vision in my mind was so powerful it caused me to moan aloud. A throbbing need pulsed between my legs as I stared at that photo.

Now that I’d been caught, a million thoughts swirl through my mind in the blink of an eye. Would you think I was a freak or worse, if I admit how much I want you to tie me up? I know you love me and want to please me, but I am still afraid to share with you my deepest desires. I look up at you and bite my lip as my eyes cloud over with unshed tears.

You sit down next to me on the bed and wrap your arm around me. I lean my head on your shoulder and try to control my shaky breathing.

“I want,” I say softly.

“Baby, it’s ok. I personally think that photo is freaking hot. I can tie knots like those, but I haven’t done it in a while.”

“Seriously?” I croaked.

“Ab-so-fucking-lutely, it’s called Shibari. I have a kinky side you’ve never seen.” You place my hand on your crotch. Your cock is hard and throbbing. “Imagining you tied up and bound like the woman in that photo has made me horny as hell.”

I’m shocked and thrilled by your revelation. “Shibari,” I say tentatively, testing the sound of the word on my tongue.

“Do you trust me?”

I blink in surprise at the question. “Of course I do.”

“Good-girl, now take off your clothes.”

You leave the room and return with a length of long white rope from who knows where. I wonder briefly what other secrets you haven’t shared. I watch in total fascination and growing lust as you begin to wrap the ropes around my body. Wetness coats my swollen labia as soon as the rough fabric of the rope touches my skin. Your touch is tender and sure. It’s as though the ropes have become an extension of your hands and my heart sings as the ropes braid my flesh.

A moan tickles the back of my throat when you tell me the wrapping is almost complete. You help me to lie on my stomach with my back arched and you bind my arms to my legs. You touch my swollen clit and liquid heat gushes between my legs. It’s almost more than I can take.

“Mmm, you are so wet. I can tell you want to cum, but you can’t – not yet. You need to hold on a while longer.” You remove your fingers and I groan.

You begin to release me from the ropes. I almost wish I could stay tied up longer to fly free, but you know best. As the ropes fall away, the blood rushes to my limbs. I’m almost crying from the pain and pleasure I am feeling.

Gently you turn me on my back and your touch is sweet torture. You caress my body with your strong hands, sliding over the marks the ropes have left, tracing them first with your fingers, then with your tongue.

“Please,” I moan.

My body is tender and sore with sexual angst. I’m ready to beg you to fuck me. Then all at once, I feel you enter my body, slowly all the way to the back until you’re as deep inside me as our skins will allow. I mew like a kitten and my insides collapse around your cock.

You lean down and lick my neck, that sweet spot that makes me come totally undone. “Cum my love, I want to feel your liquid love coat my cock.”

Oh my God, at last…that’s all I needed to hear. I let it loose and explode, coating your cock with my gushing crème. The head of your cock swells against my cervix and I can tell you’re about to cum.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum baby. I’m going to shoot my hot, creamy load deep inside your tight little pussy. Arrrrggrgrgrrgr, ooooh fuck….here it comes. I’m coming.”

I finally come back to my senses as you convulse inside me, shooting your precious seed deep inside my womb. I am completely spent. I cannot even move my arms to hold you close.

You lie beside me and pull me close. We both fall asleep and it’s the most restful sleep I’ve had in months.

© 2014 Will LaForge and Jennifer Lynn

Spank Me Because You Want To

Spank Me Because You Want To

“I want you to spank me because you WANT to, because you need to do it…just as much as I need you to do it.” The last words tumbled out of her mouth and she sighed. It was a long drawn out sigh and he knew it was her way of punctuating the importance to her of what she’d just said.

He held her draped across his knees with her panties down around her ankles and his throbbing erection pressed against her belly. He’d been lost in thought while he gently caressed her delectable ass when she told him what she wanted. No, make that what she needed. Her words broke his reverie and he smiled inwardly at her insight.

He slipped a finger between her legs and her folds were slick with dew. When he held his wet finger up to her face, she greedily swallowed his whole finger. He fought the urge to push her to her knees and thrust his painfully hard cock into the wet heat of her mouth. She made wet sucking sounds as she cleaned off his finger and it dearly reminded him of her prodigious oral skills.

He pulled his finger from her mouth with an audible pop. “My-brat, is that why you’ve been exceptionally bratty this week, because you needed me to spank you? No, correct that…because it was important to you that I wanted to spank you?”

She wiggled her ass and pressed herself against him as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin. As per their standard practice when he spanked her, he had taken off his pants, but he’d kept on his boxer shorts. They both loved the feel of her hot flesh squirming on his uncovered thighs.

“Yes Sir. I hope I haven’ been too much of a brat.” The lilt in her voice betrayed the sincerity of her words. She’d been a total brat all week.

He grazed her clit with his finger and a moan escaped her lips. “My-brat, don’t you dare climax until I give you permission. If you do, I promise that your punishment will harsh. Do you understand?”

She tilted her head and looked at him with a wry smile on her face. “I’ll try not to.”

“Don’t try Brat –  do.”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s better. I’ve been distracted this week and life has made me grouchy. I apologize for not giving you the attention you need. As My-submissive, you are the most important person in the world to me. It pains me to realize you have been thinking my need to spank you has diminished. It’s simply that I don’t like to spank you when I’m grouchy, because I don’t want to get carried away and ever hurt you. You mean entirely too much to me.”

“Sir, I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me and I can always use the safe word if I need to. Right now, I just need you to show me you want me. I need to know I’m your good-girl and that you haven’t gotten tired of my ‘uniqueness’ as you call it or lost interest in me. I need you to spank my bratty ass hard, as though you really mean to hurt me. Leave your hand print on my ass and make me sore for the next two days. I want you to show me that owning me, all of me with my many quirks, is something you need the way you need air to breathe.”

He chuckled and his cock jerked. “My-brat, you are just too damn cute and adorable. Clearly, the Universe broke the mold after it made you.”

She laughed. “No Sir, they didn’t break the mold. They blew the fucker to smithereens. Now, are you going to spank me or are we going to keep talking? There’s a draft blowing up my ass.”

He growled, but it was half-hearted. “Well then, let’s begin. How does 10 on each cheek sound…for starters?”

“Perfect Sir”.

“Alright, you count.”

“One,” she moaned as fire spread across her ass and sent pikes of pleasure direct to her pulsing clit.

 

© 2013 Will LaForge