BDSM Romance Collection Page 8

  “Ha! I knew it.” His back arched and his balls pushed against my chest when I whipped him again.

  I was tracing my tongue toward his puckered, pink asshole just as Logan entered the bedroom. He’d gone to Lowland Council Headquarters to give them the news of the ancient mountain giant’s intended ambush. “Rex, Janet, I have news—”

  Rex rose up on his knees and I turned toward the cage door to see a wide-eyed, grinning Logan approach.

  “Oh hell,” he said. “The news can wait. I want in on this game.”

  “Nu uh.” I shook my head and stopped him at the door. “If you want in, you have to play by my rules.”

  His smile widened. “You’ve got a deal.” Then he grabbed my hand and yanked me back into the cage, obviously eager to join the fun.

  I told Rex to suck his lover’s cock while I returned to my position between his legs. Once there, I stroked the feathery soft leather over his scrotum, watching him draw his balls up into him in reaction to the pleasurable touch. His cock twitched harder still.

  While I tormented him, I watched his husband bury his long, thick cock down my submissive’s throat. He took him balls deep, then swept his tongue out over the kneeling giant’s scrotum. The caramel haired big man threw his head back and growl-groaned out his pleasure. He fisted his hands in his lover’s hair and guided him up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm.

  I dipped my head back between my submissive’s legs and plucked at his balls with my teeth, then I licked from his perineum to his asshole, burrowing my tiny pink tongue into the hole until he writhed and moaned loudly. I swished the whip tails back and forth over the glistening head of his cock as I did so.

  He reached a hand up, balancing on one palm and his knees now, so he could fondle his lover’s sac, tease and pluck his perineum, while he lapped under the ridge of his glans. The lighter haired giant pruned his face, then his features relaxed under this assault of intense pleasure. He yanked on my submissive’s hair, urging him to suck harder and faster.

  Watching them made my lust overcome me, and I had to have them both right then and there.

  “Fuck me while you fuck him,” I demanded, my voice thick and throaty with lust.

  The giants wasted no time complying with my wish. The fair-haired big man took his dark-haired lover in his arms and positioned him for his cock. He groped his lightly furred chest and kissed him passionately as he impaled the man with his steely erection. As he pumped in and out of his ass, he narrowed his eyes to slits filled with desire and looked at me. “Ride him, little one. Come for me. Come hard.”

  Caramel eyes had turned the tables on me, taking control momentarily, but I had no objections. I went to the pair who writhed in wanton ecstasy and I wrapped my small hand around his plump penis. I worked it, using pre-cum that spurt from his shiny head to lube up the fat, veiny shaft. Then I teased him before I took his length, rubbing my clit with his glans until it tingled deliciously.

  I let myself stretch for him as I took inch after inch of his cock. Once I had him deep inside, I rode him, letting his slippery length rub my walls perfectly. His glans thumped and stroked my g-spot awake, making it thrum with wonderful pressure that built when I rode him faster, took him deeper.

  The giant beneath him reached for me as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. He kneaded my teardrop shaped, full breasts and pinched my nipples until I whimpered and moaned. The giant I rode dug his big fingers into my ass and pummeled my pussy with fierce, rapid thrust. I soon trembled and bucked in the throes of another orgasm that had me ejaculating juices all over his shaft. The copious juices trickled over his balls and between his buttocks.

  Moments later, I gave him permission to cum, and his lover soon followed, driving his penis deep into the dark haired giant’s ass and letting out a loud snarl as he spurting his seed.

  After we cleaned up and climbed into the massive four poster bed together, Logan finally delivered his news, “The council sent spies to approach the forest and water giants. They’ve gone in to try and win the conquered giants’ loyalties. If we can get them to join with us against the mountain people, we can all have our land back.”

  “If we win,” Rex added, a look of deep thoughtfulness wrinkling his face.

  “With our combined forces, there is no way we can lose,” Logan assured.

  As the big men drifted off to sleep, I worried about their future. War was a terrifying venture, and judging by the ancient mountain giant they’d brought down today, they were facing formidable foes.

  Something blue and wispy caught my eye as I watched Rex’s barrel chest rise and fall in deep slumber. I sat up between them as the giantess floated out of shadows gathered near the door. She smiled at me, at the men, and floated to the edge of the bed.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, before she vanished into thin air.

  I felt very cold suddenly, yet oddly comforted. “You’re welcome,” I whispered back, before I snuggled in between the giants once more.

  ***

  “You’re what!?” Rex slammed his fist down on the table, making the tin mug jump a foot off the wooden surface.

  “Really.” Logan paced and frowned. “You can’t just leave us, Janet.”

  Guilt squeezed my chest. “Guys, I have to. I made a promise to my Aunt Macy that I’d do whatever I wanted with that shop when she died. I can’t let her down. She was one of the only people who believed in me when I wanted to become a tattooist. One of the only ones who didn’t say antiquated crap like, ‘Girls don’t get or give tats!’ I owe it to her to make my own shop a success.”

  Rex huffed angry breath while Logan sat down beside me, putting a big hand over mine. “Then we’ll have to understand, won’t we?” He gave a stern look to Rex when he once more objected. “And you wouldn’t want to let your Aunt Macy down. She was a fine lady.” He flashed a knowing grin and I gawked at him.

  “You knew my Aunt Macy?”

  Rex protested Logan telling me more, but Logan held up a hand and shushed him. “She was a good friend, little one. You see, every so often we giants venture down below, and we like to get to know the locals when we do.” He gave me a lecherous smirk that told me exactly what he meant by that. “I found your Aunt’s bookshop on one such visit, and I discovered her love for a good bodice ripper.” He leaned close to my ear then and kissed the shell before he continued, “Let’s just say I made her fantasy come true.”

  I laughed as this new revelation sank in. “Somehow, Logan, I’m not too surprised.”

  ***

  Though I had been gone roughly two days, when I returned below I found only hours had passed since I climbed the gargantuan stalk. I spent my first few hours back packing books, drinking tea, and chowing down a turkey sandwich while I let the reality of my adventure soak in.

  No one would ever believe I was Janet with a beanstalk, but there it was, looming larger than life outside my bedroom window. Hell, no one would believe I’d spent a wild two days with two sexy giants, but then, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. And thankfully I lived on a corner lot shrouded by thick willows, so no one had noticed the garden monstrosity yet. But I did wonder how long that would last.

  However, when I woke up the next morning after my return, I was sad and surprised to see the beanstalk had vanished overnight. I gave a rueful glare to the big hole in my Aunt’s garden, knowing I would miss those guys. No option for returning above existed now.

  A month went by and I wondered how Rex and Logan fared in their giant war. Did they, along with the water and forest giants, successfully push back the mountain conquerers? I wished them victory, though I would never know the outcome.

  My tattoo shop was coming together nicely, and I planned on opening my doors for customers in one week. I was checking the tattoo chairs I’d had installed the day before when someone knocked on the window in the front.

  Quickly I went to the door to see who it was. I wasn’t expecting anyone. For now my shop would be run by me alone, though I p
lanned to rent out one or two of the three chairs I’d had installed in the place to other tattooist or body piercers I knew in the business. So who was stopping by unexpectedly? An anxious, early customer would be nice, and I could book them an appointment.

  I opened the door to find a towering man clad in a dark coat and hat that obscured his face. Frowning up at him, I said, “Hello, can I help you?”

  He took off the hat and smiled. “I was wondering if you might have room for a pair of wayward giants?”

  I gasped and threw my hands up over my mouth. “Logan!”

  Rex stepped up beside him and I ushered the pair into the store. “What’re you doing here?” I asked, beaming at them.

  “Well, after we and the others won the war against the mountain giants, we decided we’d grown bored of castle life,” Rex told me, wandering deeper into the store as he looked around at all the empty and half empty bookshelves, the couch in the back, and the staircase leading up to my apartment.

  “And it’s been forever since we’ve been below,” Logan continued. “So we figured we both deserved a vacation.”

  “But we’d be happy to stay, help you fix up the place, run your business,” Rex added, trying not to sound too anxious.

  “Yes.” Logan smiled at me. “Rex and I appointed a young giant and giantess as new leaders of the Lowlands. We’re free agents without a home, and entirely at your mercy, milady.” He gave an exaggerated bow that made me chuckle, then his face went serious. “The truth is, Janet, you helped us heal after Kama’s death nearly ripped our relationship apart. We’ve missed you.”

  “Well, boys,” I said, taking their hands and leading them toward the couch in the back of the store. “It’s a good thing this place has high ceilings, cause I hate renovating.” I made them both bend down so I could kiss their cheeks, then I said, “You can hang out with me as long as you like, but I will put you both to work.” I went to the small steel table beside one of the chairs. “Now, have either of you ever worked a tat gun?”

  ***

  The Ugly Duckling

  (From the 50 Shades of Fairy Tales Series)

  By Leigh Foxlee

  Did I leave the bedroom TV on again? I walked up the stairs, frowning as I tried to remember my hectic morning. Kiss Corey goodbye, grab a muffin for breakfast…

  When I opened the bedroom door, I stopped mentally ticking off my before work routine and let out a scream. I couldn’t help myself.

  My husband Corey and my best friend—make that supposed best friend—Emma were screwing each other’s brains out on my brand new sheets. I hurled curses at them before I hurled the shoe I yanked from my foot. Then I turned and ran from the scene, sobbing as I went.

  Corey ran down the stairs after me, and I turned to face him as he padded into the open kitchen. Emma trailed after him. Her long, brunette curls were a tangled mess, and she struggled to keep the sheet up over her boobs as she tried not to trip over the hem. Her honey colored eyes met mine briefly, and they flashed guilt that she quickly hid by looking away.

  Corey’s gray eyes were full of fake regret and false apology. This wasn’t the first time I’d caught him in bed with another woman, but it would be the last.

  “Casey, baby, I can explain.” He gripped my arms and pressed me into the marble countertop. He tried on a sexy smile, rubbed my skin through my shirt, tried to press his cock against my thigh, but I squirmed away.

  “I’ve heard this story before,” I practically growled the words as I steeled my resolve. He was a gorgeous man. There was no denying that. And whether I hated him or not, he still had a physical effect on me. But I couldn’t let that sway me this time.

  “You told me you were going to leave her,” Emma hissed these words once she overheard our conversation. She shot daggers in my direction.

  My eyes blurred from tears, but no way would I cry again. I glared at my soon to be ex-husband and my ex-best friend. We’d been high school pals. Corey was the star quarterback. Emma was the head cheerleader, and I was their brainy little tagalong. But how brainy was I? I’d been playing this game of denial with myself for a very long time. Did a smart girl really do that?

  And the truth hit me like a punch to the gut. But then, I’d known the truth all along. Corey was using me. Always had been. After all, I was the main breadwinner. I was the one bringing home paychecks, while he made excuses about turning down good job after good job so he could go out and be the playboy.

  And enough was enough. As he leaned in to kiss me, while Emma screamed like a scalded cat about him being a traitor, I pushed my tiny hands into his massive pecs and scooted out of his embrace.

  Once I was a safe distance away, I snapped up my cell phone and said, “I want you both out of here in under an hour, or I’m calling the police.”

  ***

  Two days later, Corey was gone, and our joint bank account was drained. I stared at the computer screen readout in disbelief. All zeros where there should’ve been a nice chunk of money.

  “Bastard.” I blew a dark blonde curl out of my brown eyes and crumpled the empty paper coffee cup next to me. While I did so, I pretended it was Corey’s head.

  He’d drained every last penny we had. Phone calls to his parents and our friends turned up nothing. The guy had skipped town, or people were lying to me. Emma had also disappeared.

  Big surprise.

  The mortgage on our condo was due, and I’d just received a call that morning telling me my furniture would soon be repossessed. Thank universe I had a small personal account with only my name on it. But there wasn’t enough in it to pay all the bills, and while I had a great job as a corporate consultant who streamlined businesses for efficiency, it would take a few great paying gigs to get me back on my feet.

  So I called my guardian angel AKA my grandmother. She was a wealthy woman who’d made her money in real estate, and she’d also raised me after my parents left me, quite literally, on her doorstep.

  Gran Margie’s cell phone message informed me she was on one of her “extended vacations.”

  “Crap cakes!” I punched the END button.

  “Extended vacation” meant Gran had sold off everything and moved again. I’d get a call from her in about three months to give me her new address, ask how I was doing, and invite me to stay.

  Until then, there was only one other person I could turn to for help. My true, old best friend—Kerry McIntyre. She was a geek girl like me, but, unlike me, she never bowed to peer pressure. She walked her own line, and I felt like crap for falling out of touch with her over the last few years. Hopefully, she wouldn’t tell me to screw off when I phoned.

  ***

  “Holy crap! You’ve hit the big time, Kerry!”

  My eyes went wide as I took in the sprawling mansion. It was modern in design, with clean, bright white everywhere. I loved the parquet floor in the great room.

  She laughed at my exclamation as she handed me a cocktail and led me to a marble topped bar with leather covered stools. “It isn’t my place. I’m just staying here, for now. The house belongs to my brother.”

  And at the mention of Butch McIntyre, I nearly choked on my green olive. “Wow, what’s Butch up to these days?” I tried to sound casual about it, but my voice squeaked.

  “He was modeling, and he got married.”

  Modeling, married? My head spun with curiosity.

  Butch McIntyre had been a scabby-kneed skateboarder the last time I saw him. He was a lanky kid with a shock of black hair and the most amazing aquamarine eyes I’d ever seen. A quiet, awkward teen, he’d loved horror movies, his skateboard, and video games. He was two years younger than Kerry and I.

  I tried to picture that lanky, shy geek boy transformed into a male model. Then I thought about him being married, and my heart sank with disappointment.

  “So, he’s married?”

  His sister’s face saddened. “Was married. She died. Car accident.” Kerry’s eyes glimmered when she looked into her martini glass. “She was
the president of the agency that represented Butch, and she left her fortune to him.”

  “Oh…I’m so sorry.” I reached out and wrapped an arm around Kerry’s shoulder, gave her a comforting squeeze. “Geez, I’m a bitch.” I shook my head at myself. “I’ve missed so much that’s happened to you, and I come running to you as soon as shit hits the fan in my life, but you never said a word about Butch.”

  She hugged me. “Don’t worry about it, hon. That was Butch’s story, not mine.”

  I nodded, thankful for her forgiveness. Then I bit my lip as I thought of Butch, our past, again. “Will he mind me staying here? I mean … we weren’t exactly friends back in high school.”

  She shook her head and grinned. “Don’t worry about it. I told him you’d be around for a few months, and he was cool with it.” She got up from the stool and drained her martini glass. “Now, I better go pack.”

  “Pack?” I gave her a perplexed frown.

  “Yeah, sorry I can’t stay with you.” She flashed an apologetic smile as she rushed toward the stairs to the upper level of the home. “I’m going on vacation with Burt. You’ll meet him when we get back. Promise.”

  ***

  Two hours later, I was alone again, feeling dejected and sorry for myself. It seemed everyone except me had somewhere to go and someone to be with. I told myself to stop moping and take a tour of the house, like Kerry said I should.

  Just as I was about to do so, keys jangled in the door.

  When Butch walked in, I barely recognized him. Okay, I’m lying, I didn’t recognize him at all. Gone was the lanky skateboarder kid with an outbreak of acne and bad hair. If I’d have met the man standing before me on the street, I’d have never known who he was.

  He stood over six feet tall, and he was still slender, but the scrawniness had been chased away by curves and ridges of muscle. His skin was smooth and pale, and the dazzling smile he flashed my way brimmed with confidence. A silky black wave of hair fell over one eye, but he moved the dark mane, which fell to his chin, away from his face.