Calling the Shots

By Jess Alynn, Vanessa de Sade, Anna Sky and 2 more

Five sexy S&M shorts

Playing With Discretion - Jess Alynn
Married life doesn’t mean anniversaries have to be boring. Speaking of anniversaries, which year is it that toys are expected? Luckily for Gemma and Donavan, last year sent them in pursuit of sex toys, and this year they’re battling for dominance on who can up the ante on playing in public. Add in some new sexy lingerie, and this celebration is the hottest one yet!

The Honeymoon Suite - Vanessa de Sade
Control-freak Sam is on her honeymoon with new husband, Hugo, but it seems that, in the bedroom at any rate, Hugo is calling the shots…

Late Payment - Anna Sky
A middle-aged divorcee took in a younger male lodger to help pay her bills. When he failed to meet a payment, things took an interesting turn, and she discovered a side of herself that she never knew existed.

Sweet Discipline - G.R. Grayson
An innocuous conversation between Michael and Suzie on the drive home from a barbecue at friends, has it sequel when Michael arrives home after a work party to find Ma’am wearing stockings, heels and glasses, standing in the living room of his home, Intent on disciplining Michael for his return, she exacts her punishment and her pleasure.

The Ballet Boots - V.C.
A male ballet dancer of the prestigious New York City ballet company has a “taboo” BDSM relationship with his female artistic director/choreographer. He details how it all started with a pair of ballet boots.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Aug 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781783339358

Book preview

1988.

Playing With Discretion

Jess Alynn

Married life doesn’t mean anniversaries have to be boring. Speaking of anniversaries, which year is it that toys are expected? Luckily for Gemma and Donavan, last year sent them in pursuit of sex toys, and this year they’re battling for dominance on who can up the ante on playing in public. Add in some new sexy lingerie, and this celebration is the hottest one yet!

It was the Saturday after their anniversary, and, since they hadn’t been able to celebrate much on the actual day - both were working - Donavan and Gemma had scheduled a special date for a fancy lunch, to be followed by a leisurely afternoon of shopping for certain somethings in honour of the day.

After their shared shower - longer than necessary with all their playful shenanigans - Gemma was finishing fixing her hair at her dressing table when Donavan stepped up behind her and leant down, meeting her eyes in the mirror. His wicked smirk gave her pause, and she shivered at the sensation of him nuzzling her ear as he murmured, ‘I’ve had an idea...’

Pulse quickening at the sultry promise of his voice, Gemma lilted, ‘Oh? What kind of an idea?’

His hands swept in front of her with a flourish, one holding a suede-covered box with a hinged lid. Gemma gasped in recognition, lifting her wide-eyed gaze to meet his in the mirror again. His smirk had widened into a mischievous grin, and he lifted the lid of the box in front of her.

Memories of the previous year’s anniversary washed over her in fiery tingles, ending with a throb in her core. They had both felt greatly daring and had patronized an adult toyshop, taking pleasure in perusing the dazzling array of devices and novelties spread before them. Finally settling on one toy each, they had made their purchase and raced home, eager to try them out, chuckling like a pair of teenagers the entire way.

The device nestled in the silk-lined box was a purple plastic butterfly attached to three adjustable straps. The vibrating capsule in the centre of the butterfly was controlled by the separate wireless piece slightly larger than a cigarette lighter. The controller had an on/off switch and a toggle that slid along the length from low to high.

A flush crept up from her bosom, suffusing her throat and staining her cheeks. She swallowed hard when Donavan slipped his free hand into her curls and gripped them, twisting his fist and pulling her hair just the way he knew she liked. His voice was a low purr in her ear as he said, ‘Shall I help you put it on?’

Gemma shook her head, and Donavan released her hair instantly. She rasped, ‘No. I’ll manage.’

He stood straight again and she took the box from him, her belly fluttering in anticipation. Donavan backed away to sit on the edge of the bed, watching her. For a moment, she considered retreating to the bathroom to put the device on, but she decided to stay, rising to the unspoken challenge.

She could see his reflection in the mirror and watched his reaction as she laid the box on the dressing table and hitched up her skirt. Squirming, she peeled her knickers down her legs and raised the scrap of fabric high before tossing it toward him. He smirked, black eyes gleaming at her. Carefully, she stepped into the straps and stood, pulling them up and adjusting them around her waist and legs, baring her arse with her skirt bunched around her middle. When it was comfortably secure, she smoothed her skirt again and spun, tossing the controller to Donavan, who caught it deftly in one hand.

There was a charged moment of silence before his lips spread into a feral grin and he flipped the switch with his thumb. Gemma’s breath hitched, and she locked eyes with him as he slowly pressed his thumb against the toggle, inching it forward and starting the low buzzing. When the capsule began its muted vibrations, Gemma twitched and swallowed back her startled gasp as she gripped the edge of the dressing table to steady herself.

Donavan stood, closing the distance between them and sliding the controller into his pocket, the toggle still on low. Attempting to regain her composure, she cast a wary glance at him, her brows rising in query. Gesturing to the door, he asked, ‘Shall we go?’

Blinking, Gemma said, ‘Donavan! Aren’t you going to turn it off first?’

His lips quirked as he pinned her with a heated gaze. ‘No.’

Gemma jerked, goose flesh breaking over her as the convulsive tightening of her cunt shifted the buzzing toy pressed along her cleft. Bloody hell, lunch is going to be torture!

At her dazed blink, Donavan grinned, sauntering across the room to pause on the threshold and say, ‘Come along, dear. We don’t want to be late.’

As soon as he departed, Gemma scrambled toward her nightstand, rifling through the contents quickly and voicing a cry of triumph as her fingers wrapped around the objects of her search. She shoved them deep into her purse and swallowed hard at the continued vibrations surging against her as she hurried to join her husband.

Donavan slipped her arm through his and escorted her to the car, smirking at her faint squirming throughout the drive to the restaurant. As he led her inside, Gemma walked gingerly, trying to keep a composed façade as the sensations sent delicious shivers from her clit down along