Body Worship: The Collection

By Erika Masten

From Bestselling Erotica Author Erika Masten

Body Worship: The Collection
Three Erotic Short Stories

Julia Ingram finds her world changed on the night she musters the courage to approach Kai Van Zant, a gorgeous and sophisticated man as far out of her league as he could be. Claimed and taken by the charming Dom, embraced as his lover and body slave, Julia struggles with her fears of losing Kai, his desire to breed her, and the adoration that makes her want to worship every inch of his perfect frame. Shy, lonely Julia blossoms under the influence of Kai’s gentle domination in these three bestselling erotic short stories.

Included:
His Submissive: Body Worship
Body Worship 2: Breeding Julia
Body Worship 3: Satisfying Julia

All stories also available separately.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, including elements of light domination, body worship, and impregnation fetish. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in these stories are 18 years of age or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erika Masten
• Release date: Oct 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301232277

Erika Masten

I'm the girl next door with an unexpected wicked streak (and an addiction to sexy high heels). I love turning forbidden desires and secret fantasies into erotic tales with literary flare and a dirty mouth. Let me tell you a naughty story...

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BODY WORSHIP: THE COLLECTION

by

Erika Masten

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Copyright © 2012 Erika Masten

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental.

Warning: Explicit content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

This is a work of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

His Submissive: Body Worship

Body Worship 2: Breeding Julia

Body Worship 3: Satisfying Julia

HIS SUBMISSIVE: BODY WORSHIP

Even as I’m getting ready for the night, I know it’s a mistake to attend Donna’s party. It’s always a mistake. Across the dim, silent bedroom, my laptop is open on the writing desk in front of the broad window overlooking the lights of the city. The unnatural glow from the screen plays along the overly clean, sterile lines of the modern furniture, finding little color to soften the artificial hue. The display flashes persistently with notifications that I have messages waiting, clients and projects and deadlines demanding response.

Attention: Julia Ingram. Change to Project Scope. Urgent.

Mine is the life of a freelance grant writer in an economy with government programs dwindling, venture capitalists going underground, and philanthropists dropping like flies. Everyone needs me…for what I can get them.

I turn away with slow deliberation, slipping into the blushy beige sheath dress before deciding it’s too drab for a pale redhead, then settling on the navy blue wrap dress with white piping. Not my style, really, but the style I wish was me, sophisticated and sexy in a relaxed, self-possessed way. The material is cool and soft and arousing against my bare white skin. It’s almost like wearing a silk robe out in public, with the way it hangs and hovers, dipping into a moderately deep V between my full, round breasts. Normally, the dress would be too bold a statement for me, but I don’t want to be colorless and unobtrusive tonight. For once, I’d like to be noticeable, remarkable, memorable.

Hence, I skip the neutral makeup and neat ponytail in favor of red lipstick and using the curling iron to put a bit of an Old Hollywood wave in my long hair. Studying my reflection in the vanity mirror, the wide round eyes that at turns appear light gray or faded blue or pale green but always hollow and sad, I wonder if I’m being too critical. Do I look as desperately lonely as I’m starting to feel?

That’s the big reason I try to keep myself penned up in my apartment, working as much as possible, venturing out only for hurried coffee runs or grocery shopping when the pantry is bare. If I stay buried in work, I can keep my loneliness at bay. When I go out to see friends, at one the lively dinner parties my gregarious social circle so loves, I come back starving. Ravenous for the type of companionship I see between the couples I grew up with from grade school through college. Jealous of the off-hand caresses and intimate glances as they circulate through the crowd.

I’m intimidatingly intelligent, competent, observant, astute, but also painfully shy and easy to overlook from my silent perch. You’d think if I can network with non-profit CEO’s and donor corporations, draft five-hundred-page grant applications for multi-million-dollar projects and programs, administer awards with more regulations than the U.S. tax code, I could ask a guy out. And you’d be wrong.

So, every now and then, I surrender to pressure from my friends to attend one of Donna’s penthouse soirées or Genevieve’s night club VIP parties in the hope that someone will make the move I can’t. On the off chance that piercing eyes will scan the press of my chic, charming friends and, for once, not skip over me.

There was a time when I might have been happy with a movie date and a call the next day. Now I fantasize about instant attraction and being pushed hard against the wall for a sudden, breathless kiss. About carnal stares that burn through me. Dirty words rasped into my ear while I’m being pounded from behind. Driving a man to such extremes of desire that he can’t help taking what he wants. I am a cautionary tale about the dangers of going celibate too long, when it’s not by choice.

It’s a warm evening, so I’m not surprised to find most of Donna’s party arrayed along her deck and swimming pool. A breeze and soft, playful music swirl through the loose clusters of chattering, laughing friends. I stick close to the westward glass wall of the apartment, partly because the view from one of the most sought-after penthouses in the city gives me unbearable vertigo, but also because lurking along the near side of the pool gives me an amazing view of Kai Van Zant.

My breath hitches in the back of my throat as soon as I see him. I hadn’t realized Kai was back in town.

There are more than a few handsome bachelors in my crowd, but whenever I break down and come to one of these parties, Kai is one of the men I always fantasize about for weeks afterward. Or at least that was the case before his job assigned him to an important overseas account and moved him to Zurich last January. I hope his appearance here tonight means they’ve transferred him back.

He’s a relative newcomer, having grown up in Europe rather than here in the city with the rest of us. I think he has only been a fixture at these parties for maybe three or four years. A project manager with an environmental firm, he works with one of my oldest childhood friends, and it’s clear from the lightly bronzed skin—just dark enough for that Greek god glow without looking too harsh on a golden blond—that he spends a lot of time outdoors. From the bulging muscles, especially along his arms and chest, it’s obvious he invests a fair portion of that time in rock-climbing and kayaking and otherwise training for Sex Fantasy of the