Boy Toy

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Boy Toy ISBN 9781419917417 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Boy Toy Copyright © 2008 Rena Marks Edited by Helen Woodall. Cover art by Syneca. Electronic book Publication August 2008 With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

BOY TOY

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Dedication For Jon, who’ll need his own book.

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Chapter One She’d been married for ten long years. Divorced two. She was in the prime of her life. Sexual tension was high. What a wonderful time to be single. Something from across the room drew her attention. A strange feeling, an odd sensation. The urge to see what commanded her interest was overwhelming. Pale olive eyes, touched with gold, almost transparent, surely an optical illusion caused by the framing of the lushest of lashes. An unnatural fringe of thick lace. Why was that? Males always got the natural beauty. God bless the invention of mascara for the rest. But he looked like every other young, beautiful man. Gorgeous musculature, but not with the extreme cut of a body builder. Maybe it was the sharp edge of his jaw, the hint of hardness in his eye. The slightly cynical gaze. Is that why he stood out? She had no idea, because the place was full of muscle-bound, testosterone-ridden, pretty boys. Hell it was why she worked here. Silver’s bar. She’d been here off and on for years, helping out when her college friend was between cocktail waitresses. This time she had been all too eager to help. She had a mission in life. To find a boy toy—a firm young thing five or six years her junior. With stamina. And what a gorgeous toy he’d be. Now she realized what was different about him. He was contradictory. Handsome and healthy, but one well-defined arm was covered in a sleeve of tattoos of nude women entwined. Sexy and wild, he hinted at abandoned zest in breaking society’s rules. This one took her breath away.

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Tristan had been watching her for a while. Quite a few weeks, actually. It was hard not to notice her, with her reddish gold hair and smoky gray eyes that tilted upward at the corners. A gorgeous woman certainly, but it was the intelligence in her eyes that connected them. The awareness and the wariness and the focus. She was searching, always hunting for something. Or someone. Oh, she did her job. She served drinks with a smile and a flirtation. But with a cunning eye also. She talked to all different types. There was the distinguished doctor. The downhome country boy from Wyoming. Javier, the gold-chained gigolo. The tanned body builder, a personal trainer from a nearby gym. No rhyme or reason to the men she chose. Yet they flocked, hoping for a second chance. He wondered if she’d choose him.

Silver Scott was closing the register as Nina wiped down tables. “You ready to cash out my ones?” Nina asked her, holding a wad of cash. Silver smiled, a glow that lit her entire face. “Bring ’em on. How’d you do tonight?” “Not bad at all.” The women shared a smile before Silver said, “You ought to. You’re bringing in great business.” Nina shrugged, staying silent. “What are you looking for, Nina?” Nina looked up from counting her one dollar bills. Sometimes Silver got creepy, poking around in your mind like she had the right to “How the hell do you know I’m looking for something?” Silver didn’t reply, simply awaited in a serene state. 6

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Nina sighed, resigned to being forced into an amateur psychology session, knowing from past experience she’d somehow end up spilling her guts no matter how hard she tried to hold out. “I’m looking for a boy toy. Someone trainable to service me, and then go on his merry way afterward, until my next phone call.” She leaned in. “I like the single life. I love the single life. I don’t want or need a man’s bullshit.” “You’re so bitter.” Silver’s voice was a whisper, so quiet you had to strain to catch it. “I’m not. I’m just honest for the first time in my life. Everyone has absolute perfection in a new relationship. Flirting and butterflies flitting in your belly. After a while comes possessiveness and control. It only heads downhill from there.” “What about love?” “Doesn’t exist.” “How do you explain those butterflies in your belly?” “Just chemistry. But when it gets too deep, you pull away. See, I figured out females are touchy-feely. We need emotions. Therefore, you have no contact with a guy for several days and those butterflies start to dissipate. You go back to normal.” “Got it all figured out, do you?” Silver murmured. Nina smiled at her. “Oh, yeah.” Silver reached down into a box, pulling out a necklace. “Look at what turned up in Lost and Found.” She held up a dainty silver chain with a pale greenish gold stone that dangled. “What is it?” “It’s a pendant. The stone is peridot.” Nina reached for it, fingering the light green between her fingers. “It’s beautiful.” “It’s yours.” “I can’t take this.” Silver laughed. “Of course you can. It’s my bar and I give it to you. Take it.” 7

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Nina fastened it around her neck. “Thank you. It’s gorgeous.” And oddly warm where it nestled between her breasts.

***** She sat demurely in her miniskirt on the edge of the bed in Jon’s house. Sexy, yet proper. His specialty drink was in her hand. Her fingers were long and graceful as they wrapped the glass. It wouldn’t be long before those piano-playing fingers wrapped around a completely hard cock. “Who’ll be first?” she asked, her voice warm with excitement. This was something new, something yet untried. Two men. At once. Both willing to share her attentions for the chance in her bed. “You pick,” Jon said. Between the two, she preferred him. Intelligence shone in his green-brown eyes and he looked at her with greed, as if he would gobble her up if given the go-ahead. Deep shivers ran through her midsection at the thought of his tongue delving into her feminine folds. “Let’s see what we’ve got,” she said throatily. Jon glanced at Shane. Both men pulled tight t-shirts off their muscular torsos. Yum. Nina leaned back on the bed and downed her Kamikaze, tossing the empty glass aside. Shane was the color of rich coffee, the way she took hers, a bit of milk stirred in until it reached a creamy color that was smooth perfection. Lean and with toned muscles, he was a personal trainer. Jon’s chest was lightly furred, but trimmed short, ending in an enticing trail that led into his jeans. Jeans that bulged with the impressive size of him.

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Fair was fair, so Nina stripped off her own shirt, leaving herself bare-breasted before the two men. Neither one was surprised that she was braless. Of course, her pebbled nipples had been poking through the thin cotton for quite a while. “Nice,” Shane rasped. Jon rubbed the enormous bulge in his pants. “Show me,” she demanded, as she stared at the swell beneath his hand. And because they didn’t move fast enough, she bent her knees and spread her thighs to entice them. After all, it didn’t make sense to wear panties when one didn’t wear a bra. Both sets of eyes glazed over at the first glimpse of her sex. Her labia swelled even more, although her legs were spread enough to pull the lips apart and show the glistening pink inside. “You’re wet,” Jon said unnecessarily. “You’ve been bragging about how good you are at eating pussy,” she said bluntly. “Make me wetter.” “Gladly,” he returned, unbuttoning his jeans. As he pulled them off lean hips and down long legs, his erection stood long and proud. He’d claimed to be larger than average, and looking at that beauty, she now knew his bragging for truth. It was beautiful, long and thick, with the mushroom-shaped head wide and deeply flushed with blood. Large veins caressed the creamy stalk, and she wanted more than ever to trace them with the tip of her tongue. She turned her attention to Shane. Shane was busy staring at Jon’s erection, too. Interest there. Hmm, this had possibilities. One look from Jon, and Shane quickly came to attention. He unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down the bulk of his muscular thighs. He was beautiful there, too. Creamy skin, not as dark as the rest of him. Coarse nest of curls trimmed short. His cock was thinner than Jon’s.

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How perfect. She knew what to do with that. She hiked her skirt up around her waist as Jon came at her. He pushed thick fingers directly into her wet pussy, finding her G-spot and massaging the pad of nerve endings. More creamy goodness gushed down the swollen walls of her sheath. “Mmm,” she managed to murmur. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he muttered. “Your clit is hard. Your cunt is soaked. You’re ready to take a cock now, but it’s way too soon, isn’t it? Turn over,” he suddenly commanded. “Onto your hands and knees.” She did as requested, pushing her ass high into the air. He ran his hand over her buttocks possessively, then slipped his fingers through the thick folds of pussy, gathering the juice and smearing it up and down the crack of her ass. She gasped. “Like that?” he muttered. Shane lay down on his back before her, his black beauty jutting proudly into the air. She never even bothered to grasp it, she just lowered her watering mouth to the bounty before her. She wet it thoroughly, and Shane ran his hands through her long hair as if he couldn’t help himself. “Oh, Nina,” he groaned. “That’s it.” She was sliding her lips up the sensitive skin of the stalk wetly. She never had time to think before Jon parted her entire backside with his hands. And delved in. A hot wet tongue laved her, licking the sensitive skin that was so swollen with lust. Down her crack it slid, pausing at the puckered rim for a moment. Flicking, then inserting. She nearly arched up off the bed. Any more of that sinful pleasure, and she would have lost all control, impaling herself on the hardness below her. Instead, Jon lowered his ministrations to her cunt, licking through the swollen folds as if he searched for hidden jewels.

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Despite her swollen flesh, she could feel everything. Where the tip of his nose pressed into her ass, where the stubble on his chin scraped way down low. His hot tongue as it speared and flicked over and over, finding her swollen clitoris and teasing it mercilessly. She was rough on Shane as a result, sucking hard and licking without pause. He had one hand grasping his balls and the other fist tangled into her hair when Jon stopped them. Jon gently turned her around and sat her on Shane’s lap, with the other man’s dick squeezed between the cheeks of her ass. “Hold on,” he muttered, as he reached for two condoms. They were pre-lubricated, slippery as hell to slide on. As soon as Shane was sheathed, Jon pulled Nina slightly up by the hands, so she squatted backward over Shane’s erection. Slowly Jon lowered her puckered ass onto the stiff cock below her. She inched onto it, bare inch by inch. It was incredible, the fullness, the heightened sensations. She was so ready for this, and sat down fully. It slid in easily with all the lube squishing around. When she was fully seated onto the cock below her, Jon helped her lie backward on top of Shane. Large hands came around and cupped the creamy white mounds. He pulled at her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. The contrast between the skin colors was enough to cause ripples of climax spread between the three of them. One had to wonder what it would look like to watch the darker hands rubbing a guy’s cum into her breasts. Nina spread her quivering cunt for Jon, whose gaze was pasted to her nipples, at the electric shocks caused by Shane’s ministrations. He inched his excited cock into her tight hole, gasping at the feel of another cock sharing the space. She watched as Jon looked past her at Shane and could only guess at what he was thinking. Two cocks, rubbing against each other, yet not touching. Did he dare to enjoy

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it? Was Shane in just as much wonderment? His lids were heavy and half closed in pure, heated passion. Shane held a breast up, offering her nipple for his pleasure. Jon took the hard nub between his teeth, teasing gently as he slid his rock-hard erection in to the hilt. All three of them paused, savoring the tightness they shared. Slowly, Jon pulled out, feeling every ridge of Shane’s cock against the thin wall that separated them. He began rocking in and out of her, fucking her and Shane in the process. Beneath all of them, he could feel Shane bucking his hips and Nina tightening her internal muscles. Shane lost it first, squeezing the white breast in his hand as he muttered, “Oh, fuck,” as the beginning of his orgasm rolled through his testicles. Nina began moaning, “Oh, yes. Faster, Jon, I need you. Make me come hard, that’s it, baby, fuck me.” This sexy woman was too much to take. Sweat broke out along his spine as he tried to fight his climax, but he knew he was a goner. Instead, he reached down and pressed hard against her protruding clitoris. The pressure built, a huge, earth-shattering climax that rolled across the combined bodies, shaking the bed as all three voices screamed through their mutual releases.

***** Tristan had been dating the new waitress for a month now. He fell hard for her. He was head over heels, but it was unreciprocated. She held him at arm’s length. He knew she wasn’t seeing any of the other men she had vying for her attention in the bar, she didn’t have time. She worked four nights a week, and he saw or spoke to her nearly every day. He planned it that way. Once in a while he heard her cell phone go off while it was deep in her purse. She never bothered to check the calls when she was with him.

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That was a plus. If she was with others, she gave him her utmost attention as if he was it for her. They’d shared more than a few kisses, a little petting, but nothing more. And how he wanted more. His mouth watered every time she wore her jeans slung low enough to expose the pale flesh of her flat belly. He had a perpetual hard-on and was ready to do something about it. Sometimes she wore a boned corset top that cupped her breasts, pushing them up and outward like luscious treats begging to spill from his hands. He’d give anything to unzip the back of that corset and watch her creamy bounty drop out. He’d bet her nipples were the color of pale strawberries. Honesty was the best policy, usually. And dammit, he was horny as hell. He had a date with her that evening, but some issues needed to be resolved. He called her immediately. “Hi.” “Hey. Are we still on for dinner?” she asked softly. He’d planned on taking her to eat before she headed into the bar for work that night. “Of course,” he rumbled. “But I want to talk to you about something important. Can I pick you up now?” It wasn’t too much earlier than they’d originally planned But he held his breath until she decided. “Sure. Ten minutes?” “I’ll be right there.” During dinner, they chatted about inconsequential stuff. Dessert was finally brought out, chocolate dipped strawberries. Tristan moved to the bench where Nina sat, so they could share the dessert more intimately. She’d nibbled on one, lips kissably juicy, when she looked at him expectantly. The lust in watching her glossy lips suck at the fruit was overwhelming. He was blunt as a result.

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“You’re holding me at arm’s length.” She didn’t answer, just kept those unreadable, smoky gray eyes on him Quite frankly, it was unnerving, so he continued on “We’ve been seeing each other for over a month and we’ve only shared a few kisses.” “We’ve also held hands.” He looked sharply at her, wanting to see if she was being sarcastic, but he couldn’t tell. “We’ve held hands,” he agreed. “You still want more,” she said simply. “Yes.” How could he not? He was a normal, hot-blooded man. “Okay.” “Excuse me?” She spoke slowly and succinctly, as if he were an idiot. “You can have more. Slide your hand up my skirt and you can feel me up.” He thought his jaw would drop. “You’re making me wait, Tristan.” Hell. Underneath the table, he rested his hand on her knee. She turned her head to look directly into his eyes and pursed her lips, challenging him to do something more. He slid his hand up smooth skin, up to mid-thigh, where he paused and let her feel the warmth emanating from his palm. Her eyes darkened He could almost see the desire drift like smoke across the gray of her iris. His thumb began to stroke small circles against her skin, comforting little tingles to warm them both. She parted her legs eagerly and she tilted her head, daring him to go further. Higher he climbed, until he felt the edge of her panties. Carefully, he slipped a finger underneath the elastic, and rubbed the smooth flesh beneath. 14

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She bit back a moan. Tristan leaned his head down and nibbled on her neck. “What color is your hair?” Because on her head, it was red. “Strawberry blonde. Not as dark as what you see up above. Feel it as much as you want, because I’m going for the smooth look soon.” His erection threatened to explode from his pants at her words. He slid a finger into her hot sheath and watched her mouth fall open. It was so tempting to slide his tongue inside, see if she’d taste like the strawberry she’d eaten. Instead he worked at pumping his finger in and out of her slickness. She was swollen, her pussy sucking his finger in like she’d swallow it. And so hot in there. What would it feel like to have his cock buried in her? Stroking her deep? “Is everything all right, folks?” the young waiter asked, unaware of Tristan’s hand underneath the tablecloth. “Fine,” he growled, hoping Nina wouldn’t speak. Her voice would be husky, thick with womanly desire. She was beautiful. Her lips plump and flushed a delicate pink. Her eyes glazed. Loving the sensations his finger wrought. He fought the urge to bring that finger up to his mouth to taste. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” the dumb kid continued, and Tristan actually considered shorting his tip. Instead, he pumped his finger faster, and watched her inhale, trying to make the deep breath as unnoticeable as possible, ignoring the kid until he walked away. Her slippery juice soon coated all four of his fingers. His thumb reached up to find the hard little clit which was waiting for his attention, and he pressed in. She exploded, bearing down on his fingers as if she’d try to sit on his whole hand. “Ohhh,” she moaned quietly, panting softly. He withdrew his fingers, wiping them on his napkin while she stared, dazed. 15

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Finally, she spoke. “That did not just happen.” “Sure did,” he grinned. “Unfortunately, you can’t do me. Too messy. Once I drop you off at work, though, I’m heading right home for the lube.” She smiled. “I have time this weekend.” He had a sudden gleam in his eye. “This weekend it’ll be.” He dropped her off at the bar. It was just a few minutes before nine, she turned to him. “Will you think about me while you do it?” It caught his breath every time she was so bold. “Of course.” “What will you think about?” “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “Maybe first about you jerking me off. Then sucking me off. Then I’d like to get naked and feel me inside you.” She brought her lips to his. “I’d like that. It makes me as wet as hell inside. I’d love to suck you.” “Do you swallow?” he asked. She hesitated for the briefest moment, and he knew it was something she’d thought about between them. “No.” The answer surprised him. He was about to ask why when she pressed a kiss to his lips and was out the car door before he could even react, sauntering up to the front of the bar with the strut he’d come to know so well. Leaving him stupefied with the answer and his reaction. She definitely wasn’t a prude, she was very in tune with her sexuality. But she was squeamish about swallowing? Or did it signify something else in her mind? He drove directly to his house.

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But the mood was lost as he kept thinking about her. Here he sat on his couch, pants down to his ankles, cock lubricated, but his hand stroked mechanically. He wiped his left hand off on the towel he’d brought with him, and reached for his cell. Need help It was all he had to text. She knew what he was doing. A picture of a naked breast was returned, a green stall around her showing she was in the bathroom. It was round and perfect, the nipple the exact shade of pink he’d imagined. Hell. His hand rubbed a little faster when the ring of his cell signified another text. I’d love to kneel before you and take your delicious cock into my mouth. I’d twist my fingers into my pussy while I sucked. Do you like a 69? he texted. Actually, no. I get too distracted by my hot pussy being in your mouth. I’d rather concentrate on licking your balls, then sucking each testicle gently. Licking up your cock, then sliding my tongue around the ridge of the head. His hand was pumping faster, not quite believing what he read. What’s it look like right now? she asked. It’s swollen stiff, so hard it’s purple and the head is so sensitive, I’ll explode if I touch it. Would it explode if I kissed it? If I so much as thought of it. Before she could return a text, he sent another. Because it was on his mind. Why don’t you swallow? It took a while for the return text. When it came, it was a surprise.

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For she’d pulled her skirt down, placed one leg on the toilet so she was open for his view and snapped a picture of her fingers in a “V” position, spreading the lips of her pussy wide open so he saw the pink inside. Her swollen clit, glistening, was poking stiffly out to show her excitement. His hot cum spurted as he groaned out his release. He’d barely wiped it with the towel when he texted, You made me come hard. Hmm. I’m going to be wet and horny all night until you ride me and take the pressure off. Soon, baby. He promised. Call me later. Because she’d never typed the answer to his text. The next morning he was immediately irritated. The phone hadn’t woken him up. Why didn’t she call him after her shift last night? He’d never heard the ring, and he only half slept, listening for it. He checked the caller ID anyway, justifiably pissed when there was proof she didn’t call. She was a woman satisfied for the moment and then she ignored him? This was the frustration he was talking about. She was turning him into one of her many boy toys. Someone she didn’t have to love. Someone who just offered her a stud service. And dammit, he wasn’t a piece of meat. He picked up the phone, letting it ring until her answering machine kicked on. Curtly, he left her message to call back.

Nina glanced at the phone yet again. A wry smile touched her lips. Another call from Tristan. No message this time. She’d have to answer soon before he stopped calling. This way he held on, yet knew his limitations. He was here at her beck and call. She was willingly single, not bitter as Silver claimed. She dropped nothing for no one. No man. For there were simply too many to choose from.

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He surprised her when he showed up at her work Friday night. She was glad she wore her favorite outfit, a miniskirt and black tights that matched the dark hue of her off-the-shoulder shirt. “Tristan!” “Nina.” “How’ve you been?” She kissed him lightly, right on the lips, just to give him hope. After all, she was kissing him in front of everyone in the bar. Marking him as her territory. For the moment. “You’re not returning my calls.” He was so cute. Hard and sexy, lips full. Black hair with light green eyes. Gorgeous, and suddenly she missed him. Almost regretted not seeing him daily. “No time, Tristan. I’m extremely busy and I don’t get home until three o’clock some mornings.” “Too busy for one phone call? A message? A text?” She felt sheepish. She could have called at some point. “We’re supposed to get together this weekend, remember?” he continued. “I remember,” she said huskily and placed a small kiss on his stubborn jawline. “Weekend’s not over, boy toy. We’ll connect.” She walked away, knowing he watched her ass swish. He was shaping up nicely. He sat in the bar watching her work. Laughing, flirting with customers. Full of zest. That was what first attracted him to her. She was a contradiction that puzzled him. Sweet as sugar, yet hot and spicy. Fire and water. She could make him jealous in a split second, and then smooth it over with a special smile reserved only for him. Just like now. He had been frowning when she leaned over a man for too long, she caught it and headed his way. She glanced quickly at the table before him, automatically reaching for an empty glass. 19

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When she leaned over, he saw it. The perfect peridot, dangling between the creamy white of her breasts. His stone. Literally. “Where’d you get that?” he growled. He ached to rip it from the tiny silver chain that hung so daintily around her neck, but he knew he couldn’t touch it. Not as long as she possessed it. “Silver, the owner of the bar, gave it to me. I thought it was pretty. It was in the Lost and Found. Is it yours? Would you like it?” He would love to take the possessed little stone from her. But he couldn’t, not unless she gave it willingly. After she knew what it meant. It explained why he was drawn to this bar, though. She controlled him and his lusts. And he would bet his life the witch Silver placed the stone in the Lost and Found for the sexy little barmaid to find. For some reason, Silver got her rocks off on getting women to wear cursed birthstones. What did it mean? For one month out of the year, August, his necklace around her neck would control him. He’d do her bidding. An unwilling sex slave. Again. And again, he’d resent the woman who wore it. This time was different, though. He wanted this one. How one of the three witches possessed his amulet again was beyond him. But here was Nina, wearing his stone. Swinging like a pendulum, it caught his attention like a hypnotist whenever she bent to allow a drunk to whisper in her ear.

What happened to the sexy boy toy in training? He was fine one minute, flirting away, excited over the first sex they’d have this weekend And then he changed. Hardened before her eyes, as soon as she mentioned Silver. He had to know her. It wasn’t a terribly common name.

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Her friend Silver had owned the place as long as she could remember. From time to time, she and Jessie, her roommate since the divorce, helped out when Silver was between barmaids. The three had gone to college together and had been friends despite their peculiar differences. For Silver was one of three strange sisters. An odd family of females who named their daughters colors. Silver, Scarlett, and Ivory. Whispers always ran around, wondering what happened to the men in the family. It was rumored that the witchline killed their husbands once they got what they wanted. Impregnation. For some bizarre reason females were always born to the Scott bloodline. Never a male, giving more credence to the vicious rumors of witchcraft. Each one of the sisters owned her own bar in a different city. Silver was beautiful, but never seemed to know it. It never dawned on her to notice the heads that turned when she walked into a room. Her hair floated in spirals of goldkissed ringlets nearly to her waist. Green eyes, clear as the peridot necklace that she’d given Nina. Silver’s magical eyes smiled at her, further tilting and exaggerating their almondshape. Wait a minute, her eyes were a clear green, slightly golden. Exactly the shade of the necklace. How had Nina not noticed that little fact?

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Chapter Two “I’ll be home at three. Will you wait?” she had whispered before he left the bar that night at closing. He was a fool. It wasn’t yet August. He didn’t have to obey her commands. Yet here he sat in his car, waiting for her to arrive home at an ungodly time of the morning. She had him wrapped around her little finger and didn’t even know it. But he had to enjoy her now, for when the month of August arrived, he’d grow to hate her. Headlights shone in his rearview mirror at the same time the garage door opened. She pulled in as he opened his car door and walked up her driveway. “Come inside,” she said as she hit the button to shut the garage. They entered the house and she dropped her apron onto a small table in the hallway. “I’ve been wet with wanting this all evening,” she said matter-of-factly. She turned to face him. Parted her lips. He watched as her tongue snaked out to lick at the pink fullness. They both knew this would finally happen here and now, complete fully satisfying sex, and it would be hotter than hell. “I want you,” she said. There was no pretense. He bent his head to hers and she opened fully. His large hands spanned her waist as he pulled her into him. Their kisses were deep, demanding, tongues dueling. He broke away long enough to kiss the side of her neck as he cupped the curves of her bottom in his palms, bringing her so close she couldn’t miss his erection. It pressed into her, tantalizing her with its promise of lustful satisfaction. “What do you like, Nina?” he whispered.

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“Oral,” she said. “You’d like to receive it?” he clarified. She nodded. How could she refuse? He never removed her clothing. He simply pushed her backward to sit in the armchair behind her. He spread her legs, draping them over the arms of the chair. It was extremely convenient she chose to wear the miniskirt tonight. He slid his hand over her thigh, under her skirt, pulling it up slowly, over the point where the black elastic band of her thigh-highs showed. She had no panties on, and he didn’t know if his cock could take it. His heart raced with the sight splayed open before him. Luscious female exposed. She made a small sound of protest as he did nothing but look his fill. He hushed her with a kiss to her swollen lips. The nether ones. He distracted her with more kisses as he lifted her skirt up, pulling it high on her hips. Then he bunched her t-shirt up over her breasts and lifted her bra over the creamy mounds. It pulled tightly across the tops of her breasts, emphasizing their round shape and protruding nipples. Then he pulled away, leaning back onto his heels to study her nakedness fully. “You’re beautiful,” he said thickly. Her mound was shaved smooth, the skin soft and silky, every curve emphasized with its nudity. Every curve would be tasted by him. “And so wet,” he said, dipping a finger into her sheath. Glistening juice coated his index finger, and he twisted it in and out of her. “Do you know what you look like? Your nipples are hard, waiting for me to suck. Your legs draped over the chair in this sexy pose. Your cunt, taunting me with its hidden delights. If I pull slightly on your

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inner thighs, like this,” he applied pressure just outside the mound of her pussy, “your lips spread open, showing me the wet, hot pink color inside.”

She caught her breath. His finger felt amazing, sliding in and out of her. Reaching for magical nerve endings deep inside her. And delightful it was when he used his other hand to finally touch her sensitive pussy, separating her swollen lips, exposing the throbbing little clit for his view. He licked it sweetly, thoroughly wetting the organ while she gasped with need. With two fingers forming a V rubbing around her clit, he traced gently as he nibbled. She moaned, wantonly raising her hips to give him better access. She didn’t care that he saw everything she had to offer. All she cared about was the pleasure that talented tongue brought to her. She was dripping wet, slick juice coming from her sheath. He curled his finger into her glistening opening while he sucked onto her sensitive clitoris. She clenched her internal muscles, bearing down on his finger. He lifted his head long enough to say, “You’ll feel good around my cock.” “I’d like to find out, boy toy.” But for all her bravery, her voice was weak. He growled as he gave her another long lick. She could hear the rustling of his pants dropping. She looked with interest, wanting to see his cock for the first time. It was magnificent, swollen and hard. Purple and lusty, thick veins entwining the silky skin. Ready for her. Deftly, he rolled a condom onto it. He poised it at the tip of her entrance, closing his eyes as if he savored the feel of his thick head stretching her opening. Knowing it was about to push into warmth and wet tightness. One small buck of his hips and he plunged into her, slamming in to the hilt, his balls brushing against her sensitive body.

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Passion coiled in her abdomen, building, stoking an internal flame. Incensed by the thick filling pressure which completed her, teasing her with its movements, in and out, deeper, faster. “I love how wide your cock is. Fuck me harder,” she demanded. “And press my clit with your thumb, the way you did in the restaurant.” She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off muscular arms so she could see his gorgeous chest. Her climax rose quick and hard in a sudden sweep of heated anticipation, but she tamped the runaway feeling down. “I have something better than that,” he smiled, licking a finger with a devilish grin. The tip of the finger wet the puckered rosebud of her exposed ass before dipping inside the tight entrance. “Yes!” she moaned and clenched her entire nether region, clamping down on his cock as hard as she could and bucking. “Fuck,” he said huskily. He pulsated within her, sinking his head into her neck as his cock spurted deep into the condom. Knowing she’d forced his orgasm gave her a power rush like no other. Sweat trickled in a trail down his spine as he rode the last of the fireworks and she rubbed it into the muscular back underneath her palms. Felt the rippling swells of muscle, one by one. He continued to pump her, riding her unmercifully as he wriggled the finger in her ass. He bent his head to scrape an extended nipple lightly between his teeth. This time when her climax rose, she allowed it to overtake her as she was pushed over the edge with the danger of sharp teeth and the wickedness of that naughty little wriggle. Slowly their racing hearts calmed. She could feel his thumping through the wall of his chest.

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His cock softened within her quivering sheath. She didn’t want him to pull out, though. Leisurely, he pressed light kisses to the side of her neck, comforting kisses. Kisses that hinted this wasn’t just sex. There might be something more. The thought scared her and she pulled away slightly. There was a slight question in his eyes, but he never voiced it as he grasped the edge of the condom with his fingers and allowed his cock to pull from her. “That was great,” she said, kissing his full lips. “I’ll call you.”

He was back out the door and in his car before he even knew what happened. She had no idea that he would be her completely responsive sex slave soon, and yet she pushed him away now. What the hell? Was it August already? He checked the date on his watch. No, still July. How could this human woman not want him fully? Ask him to stay the night? Women were more emotional than men, it was a known fact. Having an orgasm was supposed to release hormones that flooded her with feelings akin to love. Right? Then why did she continue to push him away? He was more confused than he’d ever been in his life. She wasn’t going to call. He’d bet his life on it, yet he couldn’t believe it. He had been…used. A one-night stand. Him. He thought about calling her. But more than likely, she would avoid his calls for the next two days. Again. Like before. Without fully being aware of it, he found himself in the bar again a few nights later. Hoping to catch her, yet not wanting to run into the witch. Sure enough, Nina came on at nine. His heart pounded each time the door opened and he glanced up.

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She walked in with a smile, tying her apron around her waist. For a split second, she halted when she saw him. She recovered nicely though, a smile spreading across her face as though she were happy to see him. “What have you been up to?” he asked. “Not a lot. You?” “Not much. You never called.” She shrugged. “Neither did you.” She expected him to call? She still wore the necklace Did she not know what it meant? That he’d do her bidding soon enough? Maybe Silver hadn’t told her. “Would you mind if I called you sometime then?” he asked, half fearful of the answer. “Course not.” She smiled as she walked away.

No, Tristan, Silver thought. I didn’t tell her. And since I’m eavesdropping on your thoughts, I may as well breach Nina’s privacy too. Nina was still smiling. Lord, that boy was sweet. He was the kind she’d have to keep from getting too hooked on. She’d have to lessen the emotional attachments, just like she’d decided when they had the mind-blowing sex the other night. No more contact, it just caused those flutterings in her belly.

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Chapter Three The heat of July never lessened as it rolled toward August. The only hint of the change was the nights ending the tiniest bit sooner. Ten minutes earlier. Nina was at work when Silver approached. “How is Tristan?” “I don’t know,” Nina shrugged. “I thought you were seeing him?” “I saw him. It’s been a week since then.” Silver was quiet for a moment. “He’s asked for you. Around the bar.” Nina looked up. She’d bet her eyeteeth Tristan never spoke to Silver, she remembered his reaction when she first mentioned her friend. Yet for some reason, Silver was pushing her. Her shrug was casual. “I’ll call him.” What were the chances he’d answer when she got off at two a.m.? Surely she’d be able to leave a brief message on his machine. He answered on the first ring. “Hello?” “Hi.” She sensed wariness, waves of it, right through the phone. The unexpected emotion made her nervous. “I wondered if you were doing anything?” The pause before he spoke was killing her. His voice was slightly mocking when he answered. “Of course not. What is it that you need?” When you’re unsure, joke. A lot. “Sex. Is that a problem?” She was about to laugh when he responded. “I can be there in fifteen minutes.” Oh! That was easy. “Okay.” They disconnected and she stared at the receiver, bemused. What the hell just happened? 28

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She opened the door before he could knock. He walked up to her and kissed her, wrapping his large hand around the back of her head and pulling her in, trapping her against him, almost angrily. Oh, yum. He was going to take charge.

He had to get her naked. Hell, she wanted it. She commanded. She was no different from the countless women who used the stone before her. Besides, she was braless under the soft cotton t-shirt, stiff nipples poking through the thin material, taunting him. Taking the edge of the shirt, he lifted it up and over her head. Naked to the waist, she stood before him, looking into his eyes as he took in the image before him. Sleek, soft skin. Ultrafeminine. Sexy round shoulders, perfectly curved breasts. Pink nipples. Perfect. Brave and trusting. Unafraid in the face of his temper. He reached out and unfastened her waistband. Slowly pulled down her zipper. Tugged the soft, worn denim over her hips. Exposing the beginnings of a soft, reddish tuft angled over her cleft. A new look from the swollen, lickable pussy he’d enjoyed before. Did she change her look often? The idea that she paid that much attention to an area most women ignored was exciting. He kneeled so his face was in line with her intimate parts. She was aroused, a hint of musk assailed his senses. His mouth watered as he wondered what her swollen labia would feel like in his mouth again. Would she gasp at the first pass of his tongue? Would she moan? Would she demand other pleasures? The wall was directly behind her, so he looked up into her eyes and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. It spread her flesh, exposing her inner secrets to his view.

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Delicately pink and swollen with need. Glistening for him. He reached out with his thumbs and pulled her lips further apart. Then he leaned in and licked. She arched her back like a cat. He nibbled an inner lip, and felt it swell in his mouth. “Tristan!” she gasped. He speared his tongue and delved into her entrance, using a fingertip to massage the swollen clit above. She was sweet. Juicy and sweet, like a fresh peach. The little sounds she made were such a turn-on. He sucked mercilessly, using fingers in her sheath, scissoring and stroking her spot. Showing her exactly what sexual lessons he’d been forced to learn. Yet this time was different. He wanted her to have more pleasure than she knew what to do with. This was the one time he didn’t resent his experience. The flood of liquid coating his finger told him exactly how he was performing. She was close as he nibbled on her clit, then spread open her lips and thrust his tongue inside like a mini cock. “Oh, Tristan, baby, that’s so good. Ahh, I might come in your mouth.” A long finger replaced his tongue in her sheath and he reached inside, stroking her G-spot while he sucked hard on her clit. He tongued it, pushing and prodding it, then alternately sucking it harshly. He was going to make her orgasm into his hot mouth. “More,” she demanded, but didn’t know what she was demanding. He looked up, just once. Decided she was ready, then positioned his fingers. He bent his head and inserted his tongue into her pussy. A fingertip pushed into her ass.

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His other hand lightly pinched her swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, catching it and wriggling it, holding the pinch, slightly squeezing, increasing pressure while his tongue thrust into her and his naughty finger stretched the rim of her asshole. “God, I’m coming!” She exploded into his mouth, long and hot and hard, a scream ripping from her throat involuntarily as she spasmed around his talented tongue, hard nipples thrusting into the air. She almost collapsed on weakened knees, but he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, where he lay down with her. She panted, catching her breath while he lay there and stared at the ceiling. A small hand reached for his stiff rod. He almost started in surprise. She was ready again? “Your turn,” she whispered. He got a turn? That wasn’t how it worked. He was her slave this month. It was the way it had always been. No one cared if his release happened or not, in fact, most preferred if he didn’t ejaculate. They wanted him to remain hard and ready on demand, no matter what measure of pain he endured. He stopped thinking about the past and the other women when an awesome wet warmth covered his neglected cock.

His cock was gorgeous and she gobbled it greedily, swallowing it whole, feeling it hit the back of her throat. She cupped his balls with her hand as she moved her head up and down, wetting the long hard goodness she played with, listening to his moans of pleasure as he twisted his fist in her hair, almost as if she was the best he’d ever had.

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This was a magnificent organ. She loved when it plunged deep inside her, pleasing her with its wide girth. And with him, she felt like it was the best blowjob she’d ever given. She couldn’t please him enough for the amazing orgasms he gave her. His entire cock was wet and pulsating with heat. She slid her lips up and down his length. She sucked the head only. She licked his balls, rolling his testicles in her mouth. She knew by the quivering movements he was close to climax. But she wouldn’t swallow. Never that. She rose and turned from him as she grabbed a condom and put it on him herself. Then she sat astride his cock, impaling herself deeply. She paused as they both gasped at the electric sensation. She couldn’t see him as she moved up and down his cock, slightly forward against the natural curve of his magnificent erection. Her legs almost seemed open wider in this position, the tender folds of her vagina spread open. With one hand she could grip his balls and with the other, she could manipulate her clit. He couldn’t hold out. He thrust his hips upward, slamming into her as he groaned and came. The thought that she had him that turned on was powerful. She ground herself on his poor abused cock as another climax erupted through her body. She was almost too wiped out to rise from him. Vaguely she was aware of him tucking her into bed and wrapping her in strong arms. Dimly she was aware of how wonderful it felt. How she could… Love him.

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***** Nina ate lunch and sat down to watch TV. Her roommate, Jessie, was at work. She was horny. It was just yesterday that she’d called Tristan over and he’d given her a massive orgasm. But her labia were swelling again just thinking about it. She pondered the idea that instead of satisfying you, the better the sex, the more you wanted. Life was unfair like that. Suddenly, she pulled her shorts down and took her panties off. Then she pulled the cotton shorts back up. She sat Indian style on the sofa, tugging the material of the shorts tight against an erotically swollen cunt. Her mons bulged, emphasized by the material. Dammit, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Tristan. How he looked when his cock emptied during orgasm. How his hard muscles gleamed as he pumped over her. How his chin was shiny with her juice when he delved into her pussy. He was just as horny. He’d practically jumped when she called yesterday. Would he be busy today? She picked up her cell and flipped it open. Then she texted. LOL. What are you doing right now? I need some service. The doorbell of her return text sounded nearly immediately. Be there in ten mts Now that was easy and simple. Sex in the single world was marvelous. She knew she was right when she wanted an unemotional relationship. A boy toy. Although him attaining the favorite status so quickly was a predicament. She rose and unlocked her front door, throwing it wide open. Then sat back down on the sofa, long legs tucked up underneath her. The material at her crotch outlining the swollen lips between her thighs.

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She heard him arrive at the front porch, saw his hand raise to knock on the door before he realized it was wide open. He lowered his fist to reach for the handle of the glass screen door instead, and pulled it open. His eyes were drawn to her crotch. He never pretended otherwise, just openly stared. Likewise, she watched him while she lowered her fingers to trace her engorged clit through the fabric. “It’s about time,” she said. He closed and locked the front door, then began to strip right in front of her. His shoes and socks came off first, then his shirt went up and over his head. His abdomen was tight and hard, a spiral of hair dipping down into his jeans. Slowly he unsnapped those and tugged them over his hips. His erection burst out, hard and swollen, curved upward to poke him in the belly. He was splendidly beautiful. She pulled the fabric of her shorts to one side to expose the smooth lips of her cunt to him His eyes focused on the sight. Smooth labia was good, good for sucking deeply into his mouth. Lifting the edge of her shirt, she exposed a rock-hard nipple. She pulled it, twisting gently, moaning for his pleasure. He picked her up from the sofa with an arm beneath her back and one underneath her legs. He carried her into her bedroom, where he set her on her feet. He was still leaning down when he yanked the thin shorts from her body, tugging them over shapely thighs, knees, then calves, touching caressing the feminine muscles. She kicked them aside and he pressed a kiss right over her mound as he raised her shirt up over her head, then delivering a kiss on each nipple. She stood before him as naked as he.

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Gently, he turned her around so her back was to him and she faced her bed. Then he pushed her with one hand to the middle of her back and one hand reaching around to finger her slit, bending her at the waist over the bed with her feet still on the floor. He spread her cheeks and pushed into the velvet of her pussy in one smooth move. She gasped with the sensation, but he only gave her two strokes. He pulled his cock out of her and she tried to rise from the bed, but he responded with a small slap on her ass. She froze and the sting of the slap was replaced by a warm, loving tongue. The soft wetness delved between her cheeks and licked a path down south. She thought she’d likely pass out from the erotic sensations. They were almost too much. He never stopped, though. His thumbs spread her cheeks and he delved into her pussy from behind, licking and attacking without mercy. She spread her legs further apart, arching her back to curve more of her greedy cunt into his hot mouth. She could feel every part of him, his delving tongue, the tip of his nose, the stubble on his chin. She gripped the coverlet beneath her hands, fisting the material tightly as she staved off her impending climax. “Stop,” she shuddered. “I want to come with your hard cock fucking me.” He never protested. Just rose from his kneeling position and reached onto her dresser for a foil packet, ripping it open. Then his sheathed cock poised itself at her pussy lips and he grunted as he pushed in fully. He fucked her the way she wanted. Hard, steady, sure. Back and forth, in and out. Then in little circles. He plunged faster, she could feel her body slamming against the mattress. He gripped her hips roughly, pulling her back to meet his thrusts as if he wanted her flesh to jiggle.

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She could only imagine what it looked like, her breasts flattened beneath her, the curvy mounds spreading out on the sides. The imagery was too much for her imagination as his cock pressed against her Gspot. Her body ripped with heated eruptions, liquid lava streaming from the walls of her cunt to coat them both as waves rocked her womb. “Nina,” he called out, bucking into her spasming flesh and letting loose his own orgasm. He collapsed onto her back, breathing harshly, supporting himself on his forearms so she wouldn’t take too much of his weight. When their hearts slowed a little, he rose and pulled from her plump lips with a slurp, tossing the condom in the trash. He tucked her loose-limbed body into the sheets, and climbed in with her. Her head was comfortably nestled onto his shoulder. She could relax for a minute, finally. Let her body calm.

She awoke wrapped in his muscled arms. Strangely, it felt natural. The thought more than scared her, it was downright terrifying. The vibration of his cell phone had him slide out of bed to take the call, whispering into it that he’d be right in. She feigned sleep throughout his quiet dressing, even when he pressed the barest of kisses on her forehead, slipping out the front door stealthily. She sat up in bed. She was in big trouble. She would not think about how wonderful Tristan was, how he’d been her favorite boy toy by far. How she’d like him to be exclusive. She would not think about him during the day, nor would she call him. Not unless it was brief, unemotional sex. He didn’t call her, either. A week went by before she called him for a night of mindnumbing sex.

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Predictable as he was, he was off running. He reached her house in record time, and knocked on the door. She opened it, dressed in a thin cotton t-shirt and nothing else he could see. Just a smooth expanse of long, lean thigh that tantalized from beneath the material. “What are you wearing under there?” he asked. “Nothing.” He could swear her nipples stiffened before his eyes, poking right through the bluegray. He wanted to be sure, so he stepped in close, wrapping a hand around the back of her head and pulling her to him. He ground his mouth to hers while he slid calloused palms down her smooth back, down to the edge of her shirt, which he then pulled up. He slipped his roughened hands over silky skin, over the sexiest backside in the world. The roundness of her cheeks fitted in his palms perfectly. She told the truth. She wore nothing beneath the t-shirt. He pulled her against his swollen cock. It was so engorged, it was almost painful. He groaned into her neck, imagining his release into her hot sheath as she milked him into orgasm. She pulled away long enough to grab him by the hand and take him into her bedroom. She crawled onto her bed, giving him a deliberate view of her bare ass as it tantalized deliberately. She lay on her stomach, the t-shirt hiked up around her waist He crawled behind her, bearing his weight on his biceps as he leaned over her buttocks. He kissed the curve of one cheek, up around the crease, over the top, and down into her crack. Her breath quickened. He spread her cheeks and placed a kiss right inside. Slowly she moved up onto her knees, pointing that delectable ass upward. Her lips were swollen, protruding between her legs. He sucked one into the heat of his mouth.

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She arched her back, hissing like a cat. He traced her spine with one finger, trailing down into her crack again. Licking a finger, he caressed her anus. She tightened her muscles, nearly sucking the tip of his finger in. He chuckled, teasing the puckered rim with slight pressure. “Dip inside?” he asked. “Um-hmm,” she murmured. He wriggled his finger into the tight little entrance, stretching it gently while she moaned. “Tristan, that feels so good,” she said, her face buried into the bedsheets. He knew what would feel better. He leaned down, pulled his finger out and lapped at her hole with his tongue. “Oh, my God,” she gasped. He pointed his tongue and speared her entrance, over and over, loving her enjoyment of his intimate caress. Enjoy it she did, with her moans and muscle quivers, the unabashed thrusting of her sex at him. He continued lapping at her ass, pushing his index finger into her drenched pussy. She was so swollen around his knuckle, she wrapped him like a glove. Just like she would wrap his cock soon. But not tonight. Tonight he prepared her for another pleasure. He pulled his soaked finger from her pussy, and smeared her slippery juice onto the puckered opening of her ass. Then plunged in. She met his finger with a thrust of her hips, a backward movement to encourage him further. His finger was buried in her ass when he wiggled it, then brought his other hand up to pull on her clitoris. “Tristan,” she panted. “I’m ready, give me your cock, please.” But he wanted to hear her beg. “Where do you want it, baby?” She was still for the briefest second. “You know,” she whispered. “Where?” he insisted. 38

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“My…ass.” “You want me to fill this pretty little ass with my cock, Nina?” She wouldn’t say it again, so he slowly pulled his finger out. Her tone was definitely in begging mode now. “Yes,” she panted. “I want your cock fucking my ass, I want a finger in my pussy, I want it all, dammit.” He pulled out of her, getting off the bed to quickly undress. “Take off the t-shirt and play with your nipples for me while I get ready,” he commanded. She was learning fast. The shirt was off in record time, her full breasts beneath her as she positioned her ass into the air. He watched her pull her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as he sheathed himself with a condom. When it was on, he gripped her hips and brought her to him. He poised the head of his cock at her back door, letting them both savor the moment. He slowly plunged in, just the bare amount necessary to stretch her rim. It felt incredible. Tight and wondrous. “More,” she begged. He pressed in deeper, gritting his teeth lest he explode over all the sensations running through his enveloped cock. He couldn’t help himself any longer, he thrust in fully, his cock buried in her ass to the hilt. “God,” she screamed. “I’m coming!” He began to fuck her frantically, forcing her head-on into her explosion. He felt the earthquake shatter around them, her muscles bearing down on his erection so hard he exploded too, emptying his semen into the condom, gushing like a runaway river. Somehow they collapsed together, his penis softening but still buried in her warmth. There was a new connection between them, a new intimacy, based on trust. And something more. He knew she felt it. But the next night, she didn’t call again.

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Not talking to the man didn’t help. She saw him for sex only, but each time she was instantly transported back into wanting him. More than that. Wanting him exclusively. Caring for him. No one else in the bar was even remotely interesting anymore. No way would she get caught in this trap. She wasn’t going to be a fool twice. She was knocking this off here and now. She picked up the phone and dialed his number. His answering machine picked up. “Hey, Tristan, it’s Nina. Look, I hate leaving this on your machine, but I need to get this off my chest. It’s really not working between us, I mean the sex is great, but I just don’t have time for anything else right now. Not at this point in my life. I’m sorry, but I wish you the best of luck in the future. Bye.”

Tristan listened to the tape in stunned silence. She dumped him? He was completely insulted. He’d never been dumped. Women usually begged for his attentions. Tossed themselves at him. Lay down at his feet. She was a contradiction that baffled him. A puzzle to solve. What the hell happened to scare her suddenly? They were going great, although she was emotionally distant. The sex helped, it was magnificent. She should have been wanting him as much as he wanted her. Especially now. The month of August had finally rolled around, so she should be at the top of her game. She could order him to do anything she wanted this month. But apparently she didn’t know, or she wouldn’t have dropped him. And did he want a woman who would enjoy the power this month gave her? This was the only time he’d ever flipped for someone and then she attained the pendant. More than flipped, actually. She was meant for him, she just didn’t know it. He’d shown her his love in every way possible, staying away when she wanted him to, moving in when she snapped for his attention. Worshipping her body, giving her the highest pleasure imaginable. Didn’t

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she feel it? He’d been around a long, long time. Enough to know that love can’t be forced, it picks and chooses and you have to grab it when it hits or it fizzles away if you don’t nurture it. Who knows if Cupid would ever bless you again should you toss away his gift? He could stay in close proximity and watch her. See how she thought, watch her reactions around others. It had literally been decades since he’d been imprisoned, but… He had two choices. To live without her, as an empty shell and watch while she continued on her destructive route. Or to live in an empty shell, the pendant. He’d be conscious for a while, but it would be a blessing when that faded away and he didn’t have to watch his love with others. Perhaps without him trying to sway her, she’d come to her senses on her own, even if it was too late for them. It would save her sanity to stop feeding the bitterness that was destroying her. Tristan held his breath and mentally delved in. Instantly, the gravitational pull of the peridot grabbed him. He was weightless, floating through air. Being drawn in one direction. She was sleeping on a bed below him, one arm flung over her head. The peridot nestled between her breasts. The breasts he’d kissed every square inch of. He picked up speed and hurtled forward, slamming into the tiny birthstone. It sucked him in, like plunging through lime gelatin He panicked for a moment, flailing, before his arms and legs suspended in the weighted thickness, distressing more when they grew heavy and slow, fighting the slush. He quickly grew accustomed to the feel and relaxed, remembering he needed no air, no food, no human touch. He needed nothing at all, he was safely ensconced, nestled in the magic of the stone.

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He held still and looked through the greenish haze that tinted his view of the world. The haze that was familiar. Nina sat up with a gasp, her hand reaching protectively for her necklace around her throat. Something had startled her, jolted her from sleep and leaving her heart racing in a panic. The peridot felt warm inside her palm. It was calming and soothing as she stared around her room, looking for any signs of a disturbance. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing had awoken her. She slowly crawled off the top of the bed and looked at her image in the mirror above the dresser. Reddish hair, streaked through with blonde. Wild gray eyes, clouded with emotion. The same bow-shaped mouth with full lips flushed pink, as through they’d been recently kissed. They hadn’t. Not since she’d given Tristan the brush-off. Tristan. Why would he come to mind? She literally shook off the thoughts of him, pushing him to the back of her mind. Quickly she strode across her room, opening the door and walking down the hallway to the living room. “Girl, you’re awake,” Jess said. “Something scared the crap out of me,” Nina muttered. Jessica peered closely at her, watching while Nina looked over the room, obviously still spooked. Jess had been watching TV, but it wasn’t overly loud. Nothing should have sent her heart racing the way it did. “Sit down. Relax,” Jess instructed. She didn’t need further prodding, that was for sure. She sat on the sofa, legs curled underneath her.

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“So,” Jess said with a smile. “Which boy toy are we on? Did we move on from the devastating hunk you had last time?” “Tristan?”

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Chapter Four While not fully conscious, Tristan’s awareness prickled at the mention of his name. “Yes, it was time to move on.” Jess dropped her smile at the look on Nina’s face. “You were with him too long. You got emotionally attached.” “I couldn’t help it. There was something about him. He was perfect.” “Remember the old saying, absence makes the heart grow fonder? Well, it’s not true, not in a woman’s case. You stay away from him, girl, no phone calls, no reminders of him in any way, and the pain will start to lessen as your emotions let up. He’ll become an ordinary guy again, not some superhero love has built up to be the perfect full-time mate.” Perfect? They thought he was perfect? He was thought of as a possible mate? “It’s just that, I couldn’t find anything he ever did wrong. He was jealous when he watched me with other men in the bar. Instead of being irritated, it made me feel warm and protected inside.” “Some of us would call that controlling, not protective,” was the wry response. Nina sighed. “You’re preaching to the choir, Jess. I know the signs and I backed away. But dammit, I want him and don’t know why.” “Let’s think it through. What’s attracted you, besides looks? You’ve had gorgeous specimens before and could drop them without a second glance.” “Hmm. Let me see. He’s so different from anything I’ve ever wanted. Not a polished, rich businessman. He’s tattooed, for heaven’s sake. I’d never cared for them before, but his are beautiful. True works of art. He’s cocky. Probably violent, don’t the two go hand in hand? If we were ever accosted in a dark alley, he’d fight to the death. It

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scares the hell out of me. But I find him cute and loveable at the same time I look deep into his eyes and I don’t see immaturity, I see a guy who loves fun Instead of seeing cockiness, I justify that it’s overconfidence. His violence is a defense mechanism. He’s too damn smart for his own good and instead of being off-putting and intimidating, I find it a welcome challenge. A stimulant to pull me from my slump.” Jessie stared at her horrified. “What the hell happened to you? Didn’t all of this occur when you went to work for our friendly neighborhood witch?” “Silver? Yeah, but that has nothing to do with anything. Come on, we’ve been friends with her for years,” Nina scoffed. “You can’t trust that voodoo crap,” Jessie said with round eyes. “Bet you got stuck with a whammy.” Nina laughed. “Silver’s our friend. She’d never whammy us.” “She’d whammy her own goddamn sisters if she wasn’t afraid the two of them would gang up on her.”

***** August 31. The month was nearly over, taking its boiling heat with it. Autumn was around the corner, soon you’d be able to feel the nip in the air at night. Leaves would change colors, bursting into glorious golds and rich burgundies before they dropped to create a colored carpet blanketing the ground. “What’s going on with you?” Silver asked with a sharp voice, interrupting her musings of the seasonal change. Apparently she’d asked a question Nina missed. “Just getting worn. I’ve been here three months now. It’s probably time to let Jessie have a turn and get back to a day job.” “You were here to shop for boy toys. I don’t see them beating down your door anymore.” Nina shrugged. “I got bored with the scene.” “Where Tristan?” 45

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“I stopped seeing him.” Silver’s head snapped up. “Why?” “I needed space.” “You were getting attached is what I hear. Dammit, Nina. I tried to help.” “Tried to help with what?” “Tried to help by giving you my necklace.” “The peridot? What does that have to do with anything?” Silver sighed. “You’ve heard the rumors about me, Ivory and Scarlett, right?” Nina nodded, amazed. In all the years she’d known her, Silver had never validated any of the whispers about her sisters. “I have the peridot pendant. You can tell it’s mine, the color matches my eyes. Scarlett has a sapphire which matches hers. And Ivory, her pendant is an opal.” “I wondered why, for being sisters, you all were so different in coloring. I mean, your features are similar, you can tell you’re related. But other than that, it’s very strange, your eyes and hair. And what do the pendants mean?” “My pendant controls a man who was born in the exact middle of August, to the day, the hour, the very moment. Peridot is the birthstone of August.” “Controls a man?” “The woman who wears the necklace can order him to do anything she wishes, but only during that month. He can’t refuse, for the stone will entrap him.” “That’s how Tristan knew you?” Nina asked, her voice horrified. Something rang true with Silver’s words. “Tristan is the man?” “Yes,” Silver whispered. “I haven’t seen him in this life, but I’m pretty sure it’s him. It’s why I gave you the stone.” “And you wanted me to do what with it?” “Use it! See if that’s the life you truly enjoy, a boy toy to answer your every whim. Fantasy, reality, whatever. If so, I’ll pass you off to Scarlett. Then to Ivory, to play with 46

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Tristan was trapped. There was no way to release himself from the beautiful greenish haze he viewed the world through. He fought against the prison, but he was too weak. As he’d known he would be. “Ow!” Nina said, grabbing the pendant from her neck and snapping the dainty chain in the process. “Ow,” she muttered again, when it burned against the palm of her hand. “Orior oriri ortus in pacis,” Silver chanted, and the stone floated in air. If she ever needed proof that her friend was truly a witch, this was it. One odd phrase and an object floated from her blistered palm. “He’s trapped. Back in the stone.” Silver’s voice was thickened, as though she spoke from a faraway place. So much of Silver’s oddity was explained now that Nina knew the reasoning. How Silver stared transfixed sometimes, as if she could see things others could not. How strange phrases whispered from her mouth. The instances in which she knew things. It wasn’t a surprise to find herself believing the strange story of three witch sisters. “How can we get him out?” 47

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“He can’t release himself. He is trapped forever, unless a witch releases him and forces him to centuries of servitude, as I did. But I can’t do it twice. He damned himself to hell.” She looked shrewdly at Nina. “Guess he couldn’t live without you.” Was it too late to admit she loved this man? Now that she was finally able to admit it, he was gone? Nothing else mattered now, no boy toys, no other men, no forced situations of no contact to allow herself to become emotionally unattached. She just wanted Tristan back. “No,” she said, and felt sick. “There has to be a way, Silver.” “I said he can’t release himself. However, this month only, he has no choice but to obey a direct command from the woman who owns the peridot. Go home, Nina. It’s nearly midnight.” She couldn’t get there fast enough. She raced from the garage, making a quick mental note that Jessie’s car wasn’t home. She was alone. But the whole drive there, anger was building. What had he been thinking, to trap himself? And around her neck. Wait a minute. How much of her life had he eavesdropped on? She locked her bedroom door, and tossed the peridot into the air. “Tristan. I want you here before me.” How it would occur, she’d never figure out. He blew in on greenish gold dust, nonexistent one moment and standing before her in the flesh the next. He stood, looking dazed for a moment. Then, noticing her angry face, unsure. “Please, sit.” One hand waved carelessly toward the bed. Her tone brooked no argument. He looked as though he’d refuse. Inside, she wanted to smile. Stubborn man. His feet dragged him to the edge of the bed, where he sat like a chess piece come to life, awaiting her move. 48

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“What the hell were you thinking?” “I’ve lived a long time, Nina. Experienced enough to know when love hits, it hits hard and once. If you can’t feel the same way, no, if you won’t let yourself feel the same way, it’s pointless for me to wait in half existence. If what we had didn’t prove to you that life can be a wonderful thing we can share, then there was nothing left.” “It was a stupid, idiotic thing to do. You knew Silver couldn’t free you twice, didn’t you?” The slightest inclining of his head was her only answer. She looked down at the floor in frustration. “I order you to lie still and let me do as I wish.” She heard his inhalation, a whoosh of indrawn breath. She wouldn’t look up to see his expression as she pushed him flat on his back with a hand to his chest. His skin was warm and hard against her palm. She trailed it over his chest muscles down to his abdomen, feeling it jump beneath her touch. Lightening her touch, she ran the pads of her fingertips down the trail of hair that spiraled south. His cock hardened before her eyes. She cupped her hand around it and listened to his breath. In and out, as if he fought to inhale and exhale. Slowly she pumped it at the base, stroked it the way she’d watched him do it. He was looking into her eyes, refusing to look away. As if he sought a connection. She rose to the challenge, meeting his penetrating gaze. But she was the one with his cock in her hand. She was in charge. She inched down his body, never breaking eye contact. Out of her peripheral vision, she was aware of his abdomen moving up and down with each heated breath. She rubbed his cock against her cheek and felt it give a small jerk against her face. “Nina,” he rasped. “Hush,” she whispered. “I want to do this so bad, Tristan.”

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Surely he knew what she meant. A connection that wasn’t just sex. An emotional floodgate she was willing to open. She kissed along the length of his hardness, pressing as many kisses as she could before she reached the swollen head of his cock. A tiny pearl of liquid leaked from the tip. She swirled it on her tongue. His taste was all Tristan. Salty and sweet, sugar and spice. Contradictory. She shouldn’t like it, but she did. He should irritate the crap out of her, but he didn’t. He was as irresistible as hell, especially when he knew it. A total turnoff with anyone else. A complete turn-on with him. She sucked the head of his cock and felt him squirm against the mattress. Slow and deep around him she sucked, over and over. Pulling him deep then setting him free. “Yes,” he groaned. “That’s it, Nina. Exactly.” She wasn’t tiring, she was too eager to work at his cock, letting it slide in and out, back and forth. Concentrating on driving him crazy. Enjoying the pleasure she brought him. “Stop,” he said, his voice thick. “I’m going to come.” Exactly what she wanted to hear. She sucked harder, nearly swallowing him whole. He thrust his hips upward, fucking her mouth, her throat. His orgasm rolled from deep within him and released on a tidal wave of pleasure, cum hitting the back of her throat as she swallowed. His arms and legs were weak, the muscles quivering in tiny spasmodic jerks. She continued leisurely, long licks along his cock, small kisses, loving touches. Soon she rose and straddled him, dropping her face to his and locking their mouths. He gasped when he felt her swollen pussy swallow his still-hard erection. It was enveloped in wet warmth. Slowly she began to slide up and down it. “I want you to come again,” she said. “Deep inside me.”

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First she swallowed, then she wanted his cum to flood her womb, without the use of a condom. The first time ever. She was letting him know she opened herself emotionally. And physically, for he was the only one. He was it. He gripped her hips, and moved her on him, faster and faster. She looked into his eyes and he locked his gaze with her. “I love you,” he said. “I love you back.” She’d no sooner replied than gasped as her internal muscles tightened, gripping his cock in rolling waves. It was all he needed to erupt, his hot cum spewing into her body, making her his.

They were collapsed on the bed, hearts finally slowing. She traced circles on his taut abs with her fingers. It was too good to be true, could she finally be his? She did tell him she loved him, didn’t she? He hoped it wasn’t just the heat of the moment. Something was on her mind, but he was afraid to find out what. “So every August you have to do some woman’s bidding?” she asked. “Whoever owns the stone. I can only be freed if an owner gives me the necklace after knowing of its power.” “Every wish? Any command?” His lip tightened. “Yes.” “You’d probably like me to give it to you, huh?” “Only if you wish to free me.” “Hmm. But it’s so tempting to know you have to obey my every whim.” She propped herself on one elbow, looking down at his hardened features.

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He was as nervous as hell. This was when most women grew demanding. Some getting the bright idea to command him to stay with them longer. Damning his slavery to their hell. “I command you to marry me, Tristan.” He felt his face smooth over with relief. Pulling her head to his, he kissed her gently, but thoroughly. Wisely refraining from pointing out that it was way after midnight during this wish.

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Epilogue Jessie walked into Scarlett’s Bar with her suitcases. She’d moved out of Nina’s house while her ex-roommate was on her honeymoon. Scarlett, Silver’s sister, had called in a panic. She’d wanted both of Silver’s college friends to come and help her out of a bind, but Nina was too newly in love. Jessie was still as free as a bird though, and that’s the way it was gonna stay. Geez, she couldn’t imagine tying herself to any guy. Sure, Tristan seemed like a catch now, but wait until after the honeymoon Marriage changed a person. It wouldn’t be long ’til his dirty socks and t-shirts piled up and he started scratching himself, waiting for Nina to wash them. She shuddered as a chill ran over her body. She was standing outside the bar. It was eerie, almost as if she stood in the exact same place as twenty-four hours earlier, for it looked just like Silver’s except for the sign that read Scarlett’s. A small apartment was located above the bar. She’d be staying there rent-free while she helped out. Not a bad deal at all. She could save quite a nest egg. She smiled. She sure loved being single.

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About the Author During my daytime job, I explore people of all types. At night, I love to read. Why did I start writing? My favorite authors were all between books and I twiddled my thumbs until deciding, “Hey, I can do this for someone else out there who’s waiting for a new release too!” My favorite authors in no particular order include: Kim Harrison, Laurell K Hamilton, Jim Butcher, Charlaine Harris and Kelley Armstrong. So obviously, I cling to urban fantasy type work with one difference—I’m a romance author at heart. I must have my happy ending with Prince Charming. And no, it doesn’t matter if he has fangs. Or fur. As long as he’s naked, we’ll be just fine! Therefore, Ellora’s Cave seems a perfect fit for my work. Join me for a few hours and get lost in my worlds! For now at night, I love to write!

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