Sunday, August 31, 2014

A Many Splintered Thing / Day 38: “She had you stock all this stuff?”

I've been on quite the writing binge the last few days. Over 3,500 Saturday, about the same today. I must say it feels good. Really good. Probably not as good as what's happening to Dahlia right now but...pretty damn good ;)



Caleb studied the arch of her brow and the half smile on her full lips. Lying there, utterly nude, it made him want her all over again. As surprising as it was, his cock made an effort to stir to life already.

“Okaaaaay,” he said, playing along. He rolled to his side to open the drawer.

Dahlia murmured, “I’d say you have some explaining to do but I’m a smart girl and I wouldn’t want to hear the gory details anyway. But knowing Jas, I must say, I’m a little shocked. Who knew? Well, besides you…” She laughed.

He wondered what the hell she was talking about but when he opened the drawer he understood. Not just condoms. And there was a large box of them. Nope. The drawer also had fur lined handcuffs, a paddle with the legend SLUT emblazoned across its leather face, a small leather whip, a leather belt coiled like the world’s chicest snake, a butt plug, a vibrator and lube. Lots and lots and lots of lube.

He chuckled.

“Oh, that’s not it, studly. Check in the hope chest at the foot of the bed.”

He moved past her and she gave his flank a fleeting stroke with her fingernails. There went his cock again. Determined it would be buried inside her just once more before they started their day for real.
Inside the chest were a length of rope—the old fashioned chafing kind, no fancy brightly colored nylon for Jas—and a crop. When he pushed the rope aside he also saw a neatly folded stack of scarves, a blindfold, and a ball-gag.

He sat back and ran a hand through his hair. Dahlia watched him, smirking.

“She had you stock all this stuff?”

“Those were my instructions,” she said, scooping her panties up off the floor by hanging over the bed and stretching her long, lush body out. He felt heat stir in his cock. Damn. He had to stop looking at her.

“And that isn’t…weird?”

She let out a joyous giggle. “Hell, yes, it’s weird! But one does not question the mistress of the house. This was all in a big bag with a very specific note attached. I didn’t keep it but I wish I had. I was instructed to put it all in the big bedroom at the end of the hallway. The one that was saved for our most treasured guests.”

She worked her panties up her body and Caleb felt a moment of what could only be described as grief. To see her covering up that amazing body was heartbreaking. He reached out and tugged them down. They warred for her panties for a moment until she was laughing outright, her eyes shining with amusement.

“So I guess you two were pretty kinky.” It wasn’t a question.

He shrugged. “We could be. It all depended. Trust me, Dahlia, there’s stuff in there we never used before. My guess is she was game to try.”

Her face grew serious. “Upon seeing this arsenal of sex and eroticism, should I be jealous?”

He grabbed her ankle and tugged her toward him. He took his time dragging her across the bed so she had a good long time to study the look he knew was in his eyes. Intent. Lust. Want.

Dahlia swallowed hard and he felt the leap of victory in his chest. She saw it. Just as he’d wanted her to.

“I can honestly say,” he said, running his hand up the inside of her leg. When he hit the flesh of her inner thigh, just above her knee, his dick went to half-mast in an instant. It was the softest thing he’d ever felt, that skin. “That the only thing I want to use on Jasmine is that ball gag.”

Her eyes flashed with jealousy, and yes, he felt a victory in that too. He liked her being jealous because it meant he was more than just a fuck to her. And that was an amazing accomplishment.

“And that’s because I’m always game to shut her up,” he added. He leaned in, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her. When her tongue brushed gently and eagerly against his he remembered the feel of her tongue on his cock and his erection went from semi to full-on. He hummed into her mouth and she licked his tongue once more.

When she broke the kiss she eyed his hard-on and said, “Someone’s happy to see me.”

“We both are,” he said. “Always.”

There was a minor break in his voice and they both took notice. She stroked him and Caleb let his eyes drift shut.

“Tell me something else,” she said, working him with her hand. Her thumb swept over the tip of his cock and electricity bloomed beneath his skin.


“What do you think when you see those things? Those things I stocked in this room on her orders. Things for you to use on her.”

He pushed her back then, covering her body with his. Caleb pushed his legs between hers to spread her thighs wide and felt the blissful kiss of the heat between her legs against his cock.

“I think thank God for Jasmine,” he said.

She went slightly rigid beneath him and he nudged her pussy again. Ready to plunge into her once she fully understood. But first he kissed her long, elegant neck before finding her nipple with his mouth and tugging that tight bud so that she hissed with a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Thank God for her for setting us up so well.” He tugged the other nipple with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. “Because when I get more time with you, I’m going to show you how I use some of those things.”

She relaxed, sighed against him. Her breath was hot on his neck.

Caleb moved his hips from side to side to part her thighs more and then positioned himself at her wet opening. He looked her in the eye. “And then we’ll figure out the things I’ve never used on a woman before.”

She nodded, biting her lip and that moment of impossibly perfect innocence shattered him. He drove into her, thrusting quick and hard, scooting them as they were, tangled together, across the bed a little. The phone began to ring but he ignored it even as she looked toward the door and said, “Oh!”

He fucked her fast and hard and her body responded perfectly. When he kissed her she sucked his tongue and he hoped to God she was going to come soon because he had very little time left before he lost control.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, engulfing him further in her wet-wet heat and arched up. The kiss carried on, deepened and she cried out softly against his mouth as her pussy spasmed and she came.

Caleb shut his eyes, feeling her lips and teeth and tongue on his shoulder. He let himself go. The orgasm felled him and he felt stunned from it. Drunken.

The phone started to ring again after a brief respite and her eyes flew open. “We have to go!” she said, pushing at him so she could sit up.


“Because the only person who uses the landline is Jasmine. And if we don’t answer, she might head up here.” She laughed wildly. “And things could get ugly.”

“Er,” Caleb said, finding his jeans. “Things could get uglier.”

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Saturday, August 30, 2014

As you can see...

I've spent more time giving a few more of my books some love. Hey, whatever gets you through the day, right?

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Friday, August 29, 2014

A Many Splintered Thing / Day 37: “That you have possibly the most spectacular ass in history.”

Did you know we are creeping up on 50K? Almost at 100 pages? I did not either. But I do like where we are at the moment...

Her body grew heavy from head to toe and then she was lost in those moments—three or four heart beats of time where everything faded away. Then she came back to his lips on her inner thigh. Kissing up, kissing down. Big hands splayed over her belly as if pinning her to the bed.

She tried to sit up and he tsked at her. “No, no, I’m coming to you,” he said and Dahlia dropped back to the bed. She watched him as he unbuckled his belt and got his jeans off. He whipped off his tee and her lust expanded.

His cock was hard against the barrier of cotton until he pulled the boxer briefs off. Then it was just hard and ready and seeing it made her stomach do that swooping falling thing again.

Caleb’s gaze found hers and she said nothing but he heard every word. He followed her line of vision and her focus before climbing on the bed on his knees and moving so he could run his cock along her lips. Dahlia pressed her mouth to him, sought him with her tongue, finally moved her head incrementally and sucked the tip of him into her mouth. When she stilled he slowly and carefully thrust so that he filled her mouth and then her throat.

That brief bird-beating-its-wings instant of panic happened but she breathed through it and shut her eyes. Remembered it was him. Remembered what he represented to her already. Smelled the signature scent of Caleb. It was something like cotton and man and sunshine and honor…

She smiled.

“Why you smiling, Dahlia?” His fingers sifted through her hair and he thrust again, cutting off any words that might try to be born there but only for an instant.

Then he withdrew and she spoke even as she reached out to take him in hand. “Just thinking of the smell of you.”

“Smell of me?” He ran the tip of his cock along her thigh, nudged her so he could run it along the swell of her ass, stroking himself along her and making her smile. It was silly and sexy at the same time.


“I smell?”

“You do.”

Caleb rolled her to her belly and she wondered how late they were for work. Realized she didn’t care. Not a lick. Not right now.


“But you smell good,” she murmured.

“Like what?”

“Like you.”

“Now that that’s cleared up,” he said, voice deep, “raise your hips a little.” She obeyed and he pushed a pillow beneath her. Her breasts were smashed flat to the bed and she had a quick shiver of a thrill pass through her as she realized he was going to take her that way. On her belly, ass pushed in the air.

Caleb dropped a kiss on her shoulder and then between her shoulder blades. He stroked her bottom with his big, warm hands and she found herself pushing her hips up even more, ass high, pressing into his hand with eagerness.

He ran the head of his cock down from her lower back, along her ass crack to her back hole. She had a brief rush of expectation when he pressed gently but then he tsked at her again and said “Soon”.

Caleb slid lower and pushed until he was half-way in her. He paused and Dahlia felt her entire body as it seemed to exhale with anticipation. Her clit thumped along with the thunder in her heart. Then he drove into her forcefully, holding her hips in his big hands. She felt tethered to earth but floating free in the wilds of darkest space.

It was the most arresting feeling she could recall.

“Can I just tell you,” he said, voice low, hands gripping tight. “That you have possibly the most spectacular ass in history.”

Another time, another man, she might have laughed at that. But not now. Not him. She sighed and pushed back to show him how badly she wanted him in her. He took the hint and thrust deep to fill her.

He fucked her that way until a tear or two slipped free of her eyes. Then he ran his fingertips along the ladder of her spine and said, “Put your hands up, Dahlia.”

She put her hands up, one on either side of her face as it pressed down into the pillow. She pushed her palms against the resistance of the mattress and kept them that way as if under arrest.

Caleb angled his body and wrapped his hands around her wrists, pinning her there. She was powerless to move, she was helpless to change her position as he continued to drive in and out of her, his cock nudging every tender, swollen place inside her. Her clitoris seemed to hum with energy, begging to be touched but denied the pleasure of contact.

Every thrust stimulated her G-spot from a different angle than she was accustomed to. The pleasure building in her was thick and syrupy. Heavy. It seemed to coax all the energy from her muscles and settle leadenly in her bones.

“Your back’s not too shabby either,” he grunted.

She found herself blushing as he spoke.

“I love a gorgeous back, and you, Dahlia, have an amazing back. A work of art. You only see backs like this one in paintings.” His big body was spread out over hers and he dropped a kiss right between the very tops of her shoulder blades.

She shivered.

Then his mouth settled on her shoulder, his hot breath rushing across her nape as he fucked her. His teeth skated along her skin and then took hold, clamping down on a bit of flesh as if he were marking her.

“Oh—“It flew off her lips before she was aware of it even as a passing thought.

He grunted and drove deeper. His fingers around her wrists grew tighter and she knew he was going to come. She thought she wouldn’t. No way. But she was still boneless from two orgasms and that was just fine by her.

At the last moment he released her right hand and said, “Come with me.” To get her in motion he took her hand and moved it lower along the bed to indicate he wanted her to touch herself. She obeyed, pushing her hand between her body and the pillow, finding the needy knot of her clitoris and rubbing even as she thrust back and up to take him. He still pinned her fairly flat, his left hand covering her left wrist. But she could move and as he pushed his face into her hair and whispered, “What the hell am I going to do with you, woman?” she came.

Caleb thrust once, twice and then a third time before going rigid against her and coming with a long, rough sigh.

They were there, frozen in time for a few beats and then he rolled to his side and pulled her along with him. He brushed her hair back and kissed her. She returned the kiss with a generosity she couldn’t remember giving another lover.

“Now tell me,” he said, smiling. “Before we both go get fired for being six years late for work…why this room? Why not yours or mine? Why this one?”

She’d forgotten in the heat of their coupling and now she grinned. It was a Cheshire cat grin. “Open that nightstand drawer,” Dahlia said.

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

A Many Splintered Thing / Day 36: She made that sound again.

My apologies to Caleb and Dahlia for leaving them in limbo for so long. And you, dear reader, I hope you find today's installment worth the significant wait.


“I can deal with that,” she said, hearing the thickness in her own voice. His fingers, big but nimble, plucked at the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper. A heated lust uncurled in her. Starting in her pelvis and working its way up through her belly and into her sternum. Her breath came short and fast and she thought the moment he touched her that might be it.

She made a noise and his eyes studied her face. Even as he spoke he pushed her waistband down. 

“What was that?”

“Me thinking the moment you touch me I’m probably going to come.” She chewed her lip when he grew still and continued just to watch her face.

He gave her a cocky half smile and his fingers swept softly along the skin that had recently been covered by denim. “That’s okay, Dahlia. If that happens, we’ll just make sure you come again. Like I said, I’m taking my time with you.”

With that, he pushed her jeans down and cool air kissed her hips and her ass. He made quick work of her red panties, pausing only to cock an eyebrow at the color.

“I like red,” she said softly.

“I concur.”

Instead of hauling her close and touching her the way she anticipated, he took a step back and put his hands on his hips. Then his eyes, darker it seemed, possibly from light but she liked to think from lust, studied her again. He ran his gaze over her body making her squirm.

“You’re killing me,” she said, standing there. Her hands hung down to her side and she tried to still the restless urge to cover herself in some way. Or put her hands on her hips. Or flee the room. If it hadn’t been so intoxicating—him watching her that way—she might have done all three.

“Hardly,” he said. Then he went back to watching her.

“I’m naked,” she said, feeling stupid.

“I know. Isn’t it great?”

A burst of laughter erupted from her lungs startling her. “But you’re not.”

“Not yet.”

“I wanted you to know,” she said, breathlessly, wanting to fill in the silence he was supplying. “That I’m on the pill. I’m clean as a whistle. And if you are I was thinking we could…”

His gaze grew sharper and he licked his lips. It was like being watched by a gorgeous predator. The feeling spiraled through her, leaving her a little weak in the knees and light in the head.

“We could?”

“Go without.”

“Without what?” he asked, torturing her. He smiled again and her pussy grew wetter. She hadn’t thought that possible but there it was.

“A condom,” she said again, forcing her voice louder.

He moved toward her then and her heart skipped a beat. It then seemed to struggle desperately to regain its regular rhythm.

He pushed himself close to her, his clothed chest pressed against her bare breasts. He put his hand between her legs and stroked her. She felt her eyes drift shut and her pelvis migrate forward to meet his touch. Caleb slid a finger inside her, gathered her moisture and then pulled his finger free to spread it on her pounding clit.

She made that noise again.

Caleb leaned in and kissed her almost chastely. As if kissing the sound off her lips.

He did it again. And then again. On the third time he began a simple soft rotation over her clitoris. When she sighed mightily, he switched tactics and pushed two thick fingers indie her. Repeatedly, he curled his finger inside her and then she was coming. Her hands flew up to grip his shoulders because her knees dipped as if they might drop her right to the floor.

He kissed her again, but this time more deeply. His tongue worked against hers, his arms looped possessively around her waist.


She found she liked the word. The connotation. The idea.

“I think you’re a bit wobbly, sweetheart. How about we move to the bed.”

She nodded, not trusting her words. He picked her up a few inches off the floor, almost as if carrying a child, and deposited her gently on the bed. Then he pushed her back, grabbed her legs and slid her so her ass was at the edge of the bed and her lower legs dangled over.

When he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs wide she thought she might lose her mind. She watched him as he descended on her, his breath hot across her inner thighs and her nether lips. She gripped fistfuls of the expensive white comforter and tried to keep her body in check. She tried desperately not to rise up to meet his mouth but behave and wait for him to do things in his own time.

“Caleb—“ she said, not knowing what else she intended to say. When she said nothing else he said conversationally, “Dahlia” as if they were greeting each other in passing at the grocery store.

Another wave of crazily joyous laughter escaped her but then he’d pressed his mouth to her pussy and his tongue had found that hard, desperately needy knot of flesh and he was licking.

Dahlia bit her tongue to keep from whimpering and focused on pressing her ass down against the bed. The man wasn’t even nude yet and she was working on her second orgasm. It seemed to rocket toward her like swiftly moving smoke, consuming her logical, rational thoughts and leaving her in a rattled, shaky, pleasured mess.

He sucked softly on her clit, nudged it with his tongue, painted wet and looping swirls across her most sensitive skin.

“Fuck,” she said.

“Soon,” he murmured, his mouths still against her sex. “And sans condom,” he reminded her.

Fresh lust speared her and she gave into her body, grabbed hunks of his hair and thrust her pelvis up, pushing herself unapologetically against his wonderful mouth.

“There’s my girl,” he chuckled and she thought she’d come just from the words he’d chosen.

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes,” he echoed. Then drove those long, thick fingers back inside her. He sucked, licked, swirled…did everything to keep her on edge, until her legs came up seemingly of their own accord and the orgasm sucked her under. As violent and forceful as the ocean before a storm. She sank down in it, floundered in it, embraced it and then let it carry her away.

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