The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 34: 11 Erotica Books

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Captive by Rebecca Milton

Focal Point by Rose Boyd

Perfect Presentation by Diana Vega

Live In Lover by Jean Mathis

A Night of Stranger Sex by Grace Barron

Design Time by Inez Eaton

Dwyer House by Nellie Cross

Ghosts of Dwyer House by Nellie Cross

A High Def Affair by Janet Bryant

In The Nick of Time by Kim Wilkerson

Stranded with the Enemy by Odette Haynes

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Warning: These stories are intended for adult readers 18 years of age or older. They contain explicit language and graphic sexual content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005469733

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Table of Contents

Captive

Focal Point

Perfect Presentation

Live In Lover

A Night of Stranger Sex

Design Time

Dwyer House

Ghosts of Dwyer House

A High Def Affair

In The Nick of Time

Stranded with the Enemy

Captive

by

Rebecca Milton

I did not know what time it was.

I did not know what day it was.

Even without clocks, we judge these things by the light. By the movement of light through a room. Over floors, up walls. Your body has rhythms that are heightened, employed in relation to the movement and presence of light.

I had none of this.

I had only darkness.

It felt like days since I had been placed into this room. My dress was torn from me, I was given a pair of shorts and a large T-shirt to wear. My bra and panties were still on. I was unharmed. I had been handled gently, carefully. I was placed in this dark room. Before the door was shut I could see there was a bed, a table and a chair. The room seemed clean and clear of debris. No bugs or other crawling critters were hiding in corners waiting to pounce or take up residence in my body. It was not nightmarish... Just foreign.

When I first entered the room, after the door, thick and strong, closed behind me and I had adjusted, best I could, to the dark, I sat on the bed. I just sat, wondering, thinking. Who was keeping me here? What did they want with me? What was going to happen to me?

The questions ran like water over rocks, never stopping, etching away at what makes you sane. After time, you can feel little bits of your sanity break off, run down river with the coursing water. When you feel this, you struggle to keep it together. That struggle makes the questions run faster, chips away at your sanity increasingly. The waters were not running at full speed yet but, I could sense they would be soon.

I was sitting on the bed, struggling to get my bearing, struggling to make sense of this when there was a thud on the door. One, thick dull thud. I froze. I waited. Then another thud.

Hello, I called out, who’s there? No one answered. The silence in the room, left in the wake of the thud, was thick. I waited, frozen on the bed. After time short time, long time, I did not know, all I had was darkness, there was another thud. This time, followed by a voice. A male voice, but muffled and strong.

Stand against the far wall, the voice told me, place your hands on the wall, place your forehead on the wall between your hands and look at your feet. Then silence. I didn’t move. I wasn’t sure if I should defy this voice or follow its orders. Please, the voice said again, do as I have said. Somehow, he knew I wasn’t moving.

He said please, which made me even more frightened than if he had simply yelled do it. I rose slowly and moved to the wall, my hand stretched out before me, feeling my way to it. I had a clear path, the position of the table and bed were well thought out. I didn’t bump into them. I reached the wall and placed my hands on it. I leaned forward and put my forehead against it as well. I looked down at my feet. I waited. I heard nothing.

I’m against the wall, I said to the dark, I have done as you asked. Silence again. With my face to the wall the darkness was heavier. I waited. The lock on the door clicked. The hinge squealed and the door opened. A shaft of light ripped the darkness in half and I heard footsteps behind me.

Do not turn around, the voice said, still muffled as if there was a mask over the face. I will tell you when can move away from the wall.

I did as he said. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for some pain, some strike to me that I was sure was coming. I heard sound of things being placed on the table then, silence again. I heard the foot steps retreating.

Now, the voice said, back straight away from the wall, do not turn, just move straight back until you can see the table to your left. I waited, breathed and then moved back. Slow steps. I knew there was no obstacle but, how did I know that the voice didn’t place one there. I edged back until I could see the table to my left. I stopped.

Good girl, the voice said, look at the table, only the table. I did.

There is a candle and a book of matches, do you see them? I nodded.

Do you see them, the voice said again, a little stronger.

I see the candle and the book of matches, I said. Silence.

Good girl, the voice said, now, picture them in your mind clearly. Know where they are exactly. He was silent again and I looked at the position of the candle and book of matches on the table. I looked at them closely. Do you see them, the voice said again.

Yes, I said and then, the door slammed shut and darkness, like liquid sorrow, filled every corner of the room again. I was blind. I froze and then stumbled to the table. My hands found the matches almost immediately and I struck one. Flame pushed the dark away and I lit the candle. The flame danced, flickered and then became still. The light was humbling, making me realize how small and needy I was. How darkness had filled me with fear. I sat in the chair and took comfort in the candlelight for some time.

After minutes of blessing the candle light, I looked at the table. There was food. Basic foods, bread, cheese, nuts, fruits and a bottle of wine. No utensils. I supposed the voice thought I would use them as a weapon if he returned. The wine was opened and transferred into a wooden carafe. The goblet was wood. The water bottle was wood. I guess I could have used them like clubs, but, much safer than having a shard of glass in my hands.

Did I trust the food? Would it be drugged, poisoned? What would be gained from poisoning me, drugging me? I had no answers, these questions simply brought me back to why I was here? Where was here?

I held off for a while and then, I could not take it. I was hungry and the food looked good, fresh, simple, something that I rather enjoyed. I broke the bread with my hands, its crust was hard but inside it was soft. The smell of it, fresh baked, moved through the air, filling the room which, until that moment was a cell, with a feeling of comfort. I immediately felt at ease and ate my fill. All the foods were harmonious with each other. The voice seemed to have chosen the meal with care. The soft, smokey cheese, the woody nuts, the slightly sweet red wine, full juicy fruit. My taste buds were alive and pleased. It left me wondering. Why?

After I had eaten my fill I lay on the bed and looked around the room. Bare walls, no windows, solid floor. What was the room used for? I noticed, on the wall across from the bed, a small loop of rope was hanging from the wall. I approached it cautiously and pulled it. A door, camouflaged with the wall, popped open. Inside was a small bathroom. Toilet, tub and towel. The discovery, which have made me happy, suddenly knowing I would not have to sit in my own waste, filled me with more questions. I closed the door. I moved back to bed. The wine had made me tired and I lay down. I closed my eyes and gave over to the need for sleep.

I was awakened by the thud. I sat up and waited for instructions. Nothing. Silence. Another thud.

Extinguish the candle, the voice said, then move to the wall, do what I have instructed. Do not turn around. I waited.

Please do as I say... now, the voice said again. I stood, blew out the candle, took a moment to orient myself in the dark and then moved to the wall. Hands on the wall, forehead between them, eyes to the floor. I waited. The door opened and the shock of light cracked the dark. I heard the voice move into the room. He cleared away the items on the table. Then, it was silent.

I will leave the candle, the voice said, I will not bring another, use it sparingly. You will get no more matches. He moved toward the door and then, he was gone. I waited a moment and then moved back to the table. Despite the warning, I immediately lit the candle, I craved the light and emotional warmth. I lit the candle and sunk into an ease again. The table in front of me had been cleared of everything that was there before. All was gone and in its place was a bag. A black, velvet bag.

I looked at it for a moment and then I touched it. Nothing jumped out and bit me. I pulled the bag to me and slowly opened it. I reached inside and my fingers felt something cold. I pulled out a beautiful necklace of diamonds. I gasped and placed it on the table in front of me. What was this for? What did the voice expect? I refused to put it on. I refused to risk it. I feared that if I put it on, it would bind me to something I was not ready to agree to. I backed away and laid down on the bed again. Slowly, easily, I fell into a deep sleep.

Thud. Silence, Thud. I opened my eyes. I had let the candle burn while I slept and there was barely anything left of it. My heart sank.

If the candle is lit, the voice said, extinguish it and move to the wall. I rose slowly and blew out my candle. I moved to the wall and placed myself in the now familiar position. The door opened, light sprung in.

Do not turn around, the voice said as it moved into the room. Suddenly the foot steps stopped. The voice sighed. I waited. The footsteps came close to me and I could feel him, his body, his being, directly behind me.

Did you not like the bauble? the voice asked. I was taken aback.

It’s lovely, I said, thank you, I... I just wasn’t sure what I had to do in return so... So....

It’s a gift, the voice said, you owe nothing in return. You do not have to do anything you do not want to do. He stayed behind me for a moment. I felt him lean in, his chest brushing against my back. His mouth close to my ear. It is a gift, he whispered. His voice was soft and soothing in my ear. This surprised me. Feeling him so close I thought I would be afraid, repulsed. I wasn’t. He stayed close for a moment and then moved away. you have almost burned out your candle, he said, be careful. He moved to the door and stopped. Did you find the room? he asked.

Yes, I said, not turning around.

Good, it is ready for you now. The door creaked closed. I moved to the wall opposite the bed and pulled the rope. The door opened. Inside there were candles lighting the room, the tub was full of water, steam wafting up from it. I looked around the room, looking for a camera. Would he watch me take a bath? Was this what this was about?

I could see nothing on the walls or in the ceiling. After a moment, I stripped down, dropping my clothes on the floor and stepped into the tub. It was hot and I smelled eucalyptus and jasmine. My body relaxed as I sank into the deep, wondrous tub. There were small carafes of soap and shampoo, smelling of honey and magnolia blossoms. The bath was so perfect. I felt some of my fear vanish and drift away with the steam.

I must have fallen asleep in the bath, I was so relaxed. The water had become a little cool. I stepped out of the tub and picked up the huge, thick towel that sat on a chair by the tub and wrapped it around me. It was warm, as if it had just come from the dryer. It continued my sense of relaxation and comfort. My clothes, however, were gone. I became frightened again. The next time the voice came in, I would be naked, covered only by this towel, standing against the wall. I blew out all but one of the candles and gathered them up. I opened the door and stepped into the other room. I moved to the table and put the candle down. I lit two more candles. I looked around and on the bed I saw two black boxes.

What is this? I screamed to the walls, no answer came. I moved to the bed and picked up the smaller of the two boxes. I sat down and opened it. Inside was a pair of lovely, delicate blue lace panties and a matching bra. I put the box down and stared at them. The other box contained a very simple but elegant black dress. Again I put the box down. I stood up and walked around the room. What was happening? What kind of strange game was going on here? What was I supposed to do?

I sat at the table for a while and thought, my mind racing. Finally, I gave in. I dropped the towel and slipped into the panties and bra. They fit perfectly. The voice knew my size. Again, I felt a mixture of fear and wonder. I pulled the dress from the box and looked at it. I don’t know what I was expecting, needles, poisoned pins. It was simple, lovely and... it fit me perfectly. I closed the boxes, put them on the floor by the bed and stood. I stood in the middle of the room in the glow of candle light. I wished I had a mirror, I wanted to see the dress on me, see how it looked. I felt pretty in it. I felt good in it. The struggle with fear and small pockets of joy was incredible. Torn and wondering.

Thud. Silence. Thud. I didn’t wait to be told, I extinguished the candles and stood against the wall before the voice could speak.

It’s done, I said, as you instructed. There was a hesitation and then the door opened. The voice stepped into the room.

Did you enjoy the bath, the voice asked, did it give you pleasure? The question sparked fear in me.

Yes, I said, quietly. It was very nice, thank you. He mumbled something and I could feel him moving closer.

The clothes, they fit, yes?

Yes, hey fit perfectly. He was closer now. How do I look? I asked him and he stopped moving. I have no mirror so, I don’t know.

You are lovely, very pretty. He moved close, I could feel him a hair’s breadth away from me. May I see the rest? he asked. My heart skipped. What was he asking? What was the rest? It took me a moment then I realized the rest was the panties and bra. I didn’t know how to respond. What if I said no and he got angry? He had been good to me. I had not been harmed. I felt, on some level, that I was safe, but, what if he turned? I took a breath.

Yes, I said, you may. I felt his hand touch the dress and felt him lift it. Up my thighs the dress crawled slowly. My heart was pounding in my chest. He lifted the dress up so my back was exposed. He was looking at my ass and the lace panties. The dress stopped moving. He sighed.

So perfect, he said in a hushed tone, I am going to touch now. I did not speak a word. He placed a large, warm hand on the small of my back and moved it down, over my ass. Touching me gently. I was amazed by the touch and