Red, Lace Tease by Melissa Keir
Frank could harly believe his eyes. Rubbing them to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, he looked again at his bedroom door. In college, Frank and his roommate would hang a sock on the doorknob of their room when one of them got lucky. The red lace thong that was hanging around his doorknob was nothing like an old white gym sock. Immediately upon seeing the silky garment hanging there, his cock responded. After all, Frank realized, it hadn’t been getting any action since my divorce. At thirty-six, Frank was still a catch but with working all the time to pay for his allimony and child support, he didn’t have time to date.
So whose thong is this? Frank wondered. Aw, hell does it matter?
With a smirk on his face, Frank reached for the panties and pulled them off the knob. Feeling their silkiness in his hands, Frank wished that someone would be waiting for him in bed…someone who;d fulfill all his fantasies.
As he opened the door, Frank saw how the light of the moon illumnated his empty bed. Disappointed, Frank flipped the switch revealing only his boring bedroom, no sexy woman. He looked in the bathroom, closet and even under his bed, but no beautiful woman was hiding to ravish him.
More sure than ever that this was just a joke, Frank started to get undressed after a long day of managing his restaurant. He wondered who might have set him up and who had keys to his place. Just as his hands pushed his pants to the floor, a tantilizing voice called out his name.
Quickly turning around, Frank saw his sexy neighbor standing in his bedroom doorway wearing only heels and a corset.
“It looks like your lucky night. You’ve been very naughty!”
All Tied Up, Lila Munro
What was the little vixen up to now? With a smile quirking up one end of his mouth, Justin fingered the scrap of material hanging on the door knob to his bedroom. Ever since Kali had wandered into his life, he never knew what to expect next. Not that it was a bad thing. He liked her spontaneity and zest for the lifestyle he chose and had introduced her to.
He pushed the door open to find her on her knees, head down, and hands placed neatly in her lap. Beside her on the floor were a ball gag, a crop, and several lengths of red, silk, Japanese binding rope. Justin’s cock swelled at her invitation.
With his hands behind his back he walked the few steps to her then squatted and pulled her chin up. “I take it you want to play, sweetling?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Curling one hand along her jaw, he leaned in and kissed her forehead. “So do I.”
Thirty minutes later, Kali’s breasts were framed in neat little squares of red rope, she was bent over Justin’s bed with her arms bound behind her and her forehead placed neatly on the mattress, and her ankles where tied to the bed frame. Justin ran the crop down her sides and she wiggled, groaning over the ball in her mouth at the whispered sensation running over her ticklish spots. He chuckled just before the first strike met her ass, a bright red welt raising almost immediately.
The longer he cropped her and watched her ass turn cherry red, the harder his dick became. When the smell of hungry pussy met his nose, Justin dropped the crop and drove into Kali, wet heat enveloping him.
“Shit,” he groaned, grabbing a handful of her hair and driving into her. “I love it when you’re all tied up.”