What a Night! by Megan Slayer
Club Rules, #4
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He’ll make her fantasies come true.
Mark wants this anniversary to be one his
wife, Lyssa, will never forget. He’s going to pull out all the stops and make
love to her all night long. But she’s got a few tricks up her satin sleeves as
well. Will his plans go up in smoke, or will this be the night they’ve dreamed
Terms: Short Story, BDSM, Romance,
Interracial Romance, Erotic Romance, Contemporary Erotic Romance
“I’ve got to knock his socks off.”
Malyssa stared at herself in the mirror and shifted her hips. The crimson silk
draped down her body in a soft shower of red. The underwires boosted the girls,
showing off her deep vee of cleavage. The built-in boning accentuated her
waist. She rested her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.
“Prepare to be wowed,
baby,” she said to her reflection. She’d been married to her husband, Mark, for
twelve years. Twelve years of good times, bad times and lots of sex. Each time
she saw him, her heart raced. He made love fun.
Tonight, she wanted
to do something fun for him. Something to make their anniversary memorable. The
new negligee would certainly start the night off right.
She glanced over her
shoulder at the box on the bed. The bright blue paper shimmered and the bow
rustled from the breeze through the French doors in their bedroom.
Mark pampered her.
Whatever she wanted, he provided, but they worked as a solid team. Would he
like her gift? Giddiness washed over her. Picking the present went over her
budget and pushed her out on a limb. He’d either love her present or flip out.
She smoothed her
hands over her stomach, working the wrinkles out of the satin. Mark would be
home in less than fifteen minutes. Perfect timing. She stepped into the
high-heeled shoes and moved the present from the bed to the bureau.
She strolled down the
stairs with the skirt of her negligee in hand and mused on the last twelve
years. When she met Mark, she made the first move. She offered to buy him a
drink at the nightclub. He balked, then accepted.
He knew all the
lyrics to her favorite song, “Poison.”
“Are you going to be
my poison?” He smiled and threaded his fingers with hers.
“I’m not poison,” she
told him. “I’m better.”
After that night,
they never looked back.
footsteps thumped on the tile floor. The scent of steak wafted through the air
and her mouth watered.
Malyssa hurried the
rest of the way down the stairs to where Mark waited. He grinned and the dimple
in his cheek deepened. “There’s my sexy girl.” He snagged her in an embrace. “I
love the red. It’s perfect against your skin.”
He met her for a
kiss, swiping his tongue over her bottom lip. She grabbed his ass and squeezed.
The man’s ass had
been built for grabbing. Tight, round and just right for her hands. She melted
into his touch and moaned.
Mark broke the kiss
first, but didn’t let go of her. “I wanted to wait, but it’s not gonna happen.”
He caged her between his body and the wall. “Need you.”
He hiked her skirt up
over her hips and slipped one hand between her thighs. “No panties. Nice.” He caressed
her slit, smearing her juices over her pussy lips. “Want to feel you around
“What are you waiting
for?” She popped the button on his dress slacks, then eased down the zipper.
The soft cotton of his boxer shorts barely contained his erection. She
suppressed a shudder as his warmth seeped onto her hand. She encircled his
erection with her fingers, despite the fabric between them.
“You’re playing with
fire,” Mark murmured against her neck. His kisses switched between love bites
and licks. He worked his cock out of his boxers, then hooked her right leg
around his waist. In one swift move, he entered her and groaned. “Jesus, this
is always the best.”
Her back knocked into
the wall with every thrust, but she didn’t care. She needed him with a primal
urge, as much as he needed her. She clenched her inner walls around him,
holding him tight in her pussy.
“Shit, you make me
never want to leave your cunt.” He buried his face against her neck and
growled. His teeth scraped her skin and sent sizzles through her veins. He bit,
adding a dimension of lust-filled pain to her pleasure.
Lyssa dug her nails
into his shoulders and held on with all her might. Christ. She didn’t want this
tryst to end either. She closed her eyes and rode the waves of desire as well
as his cock. Her legs trembled and she gasped for air. Her pussy quivered.