Underwater Peril Trilogy

By Dean Chills

Grace Underwater:

I met Grace in the fetish chatroom. She convinced me to come to her penthouse apartment and let her do bad things to me. I didn't realize at the time that she wanted bad things done to her as well, but I was OK with both of those ideas.

I arrived to learn that Grace was the wife of the city's drug kingpin, and he was out of town. That should have tipped me off that something was wrong, but when I saw the balcony, with its pool and hot tub, I was tempted. Then I saw Grace herself, and there was no turning back.

Soon to be Single:

I should have known my new bride was up to something when she insisted we take our honeymoon alone on a cabin cruiser in the Caribbean. I wanted to go to Europe, but no, it had to be a cruise.

I was the one who suggested we go snorkeling, and I was the one who initiated sex underwater. Little did I know that she was playing a far more serious game. Is she a "Black Widow," soon to be single again?

Diving for Diana:

When Diana came into my pool right before closing time, I was disappointed at first; I was hoping to go home after a long evening of lifeguarding. When she came over to me, rubbed my leg and asked if the two of us could stay late, she had me hooked.

She brought in a scuba tank and went to the deep end. I didn't have any equipment, but I joined her at the bottom of the pool. Then she showed me what she had in mind. Would we both get off before the air tank ran out?

　

　

These short, hot tales of underwater sex, peril play, and breath control will turn you on until the air runs out.

(Heterosexual, kinky, consensual, water-related sex)

　

• Language: English
• Publisher: SexyFic.com
• Release date: Aug 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513082141

Dean Chills

Dean Chills specializes in erotic romance, which features at least a little kink. Straight or gay, night or day, Dean’s stories always feature realistic characters in kinky new situations.   Contact Him: Dean Chills’ Email: [e-mail] Twitter: http://twitter.com/DeanChills   Check out http://SexyFic.com for free erotic flash fiction, news, updates and links to other erotic stories for purchase.    

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Grace Under Water

by Dean Chills

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I knocked at the door. It was the one clearly marked Suite 45–1, as the instructions said. The lock clicked, and a man opened it. I hadn’t expected a man.

Oh. Uh. Hello, I’m here for–

He cut me off. Come in, sir, he said levelly and without judgment. A butler? Seriously? He may have been simply security, but from the outfit, I gathered he was more than that. This way, sir. He led me through the living room, and into a smaller sitting room. Beyond the sitting room was a sliding glass door that led to a balcony.

The room had a view of the city like I had never seen before. From that high up, about all I could recognize was the rooftops of the buildings in my own neighborhood, miles away. I’d never had a reason to drive or ride the bus through this part of town, much less go into one of those towers. I don’t think they would have even let me in the elevator if I hadn’t been on the visitor list.

I guess what they say about the Internet is true; you never really know who you’re talking to in those chatrooms. I’d met Grace on one of the fetish sites, and we’d discussed what we both liked. I’d never actually done any of that stuff, or even imagined doing a lot of it, but I really liked her profile picture. She’d posted a photo of a short blond woman in dominatrix attire. I love a woman in leather, so I pretty much echoed back whatever she wanted to hear in hopes of an invitation.

And there I was, forty-five floors up in a part of town that I barely knew existed, ready to meet a woman and let her do things to me. I thought it’d be fun to go over there and do what she wanted, but I’d never imagined the place looking like that. The woman had money, and I was suddenly realizing that she was serious about making me do those things from the chatroom. I should have believed it when she’d mentioned paying me for my services. That was what gave me the guts to show up.

Ms. Garth will see you now, said the butler, gesturing to the balcony.

I opened the sliding door and stepped through outside. I slid the door closed behind me. It still smelled like my city, but the view was even clearer from out there.

There’s a view over here, too, came a small voice from the left. I turned in shock to see the blond woman from the website. She was wearing a small, white two-piece swimsuit and was seated in a Jacuzzi. Believe it or not, there was actually a small swimming pool out there on the far side of the tub. The water was a beautifully-lit sparkling blue, but the woman was the most eye-catching part of the scene. She was very slim, and had her hair tied back. She gave the impression of being very much the center of attention. I was fine with that.

You might want to get naked before you get in, she said. It wasn’t a suggestion. She reached over and picked up a tall glass of something, probably champagne, and sipped it while she watched me undress.

Ms. Garth, I–

Just Grace. Forget my last name. My husband isn’t here, so there’s no point in bringing that up.

Then it clicked. Jack Garth. I hadn’t placed her name with the man in charge of the city’s drug trade. I had friends who had