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Hungry for hot and taboo short stories? You have come to the right place. Sarah J. McLaren is International Today Bestselling Author who likes adding some romance to her sexy short stories as well.
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What inspired you to write your book?
My husband told me that I should put my kinky fantasies on paper.
Here is a short sample from the book:
"What do I say if anyone asks about the marks?" Myers pulled his shirt over his rippling muscles that were now covered in bruises. His skin still glistened with the sweat of their act. Adelina admired his physique and his commitment to his health and body image. A strong body and a kind heart; the perfect man that girls would fantasize about when they were younger.
Adelina stared and imagined herself biting into those biceps. The resistance of the skin and the tingling throughout her body were almost real. Adelina bit her lip to stop her from chopping down on the bulging muscles. Bruises were one thing, but it would be more difficult to explain the bite marks.
She had to look away. “Just tell them that your girlfriend likes it rough” she joked. The flirtation wasn’t enough to calm her. It was the opposite. She couldn’t calm down, an inner battle raged within her.
“The next question would be to ask who she is.”
Adelina snapped from her fantasy. “You can’t tell them. If anyone were to find out…” If anyone found out about them, it surely would be the end of her career. Their relationship would be impossible to explain to their coworkers and she couldn’t tell her bosses that it began prior to Myers’ assignment to the team.
The Commissioner didn’t understand anything. He was strict with the rules even when the rules weren’t strict themselves. This was a special privilege and Adelina would be seen to be taking advantage of her position and the power she holds. The relationship would be viewed as unethical and unfair.
Myers’ arms slid around her. She felt safe, wrapped in his strength. “No one knows. No one will ever know.” His lips brushed her ear. “Trust me.” The hoarse whisper resonated through her.
The alarm broke the silence. She wanted to ignore it, but her sense of responsibility called her. “We have to go.”
"Let's stay here," Myers whispered, making Adelina's knees weak.
She would love nothing more than to miss work and have Myers all to herself. She envisioned the fun that they would have, tying the ropes around his chiseled muscles and pinning his arms to his side. Adelina’s heart raced with anticipation, but she couldn’t throw away her career.
Adelina had spent years working and had finally reached the top position, and this was not a good example to set for Myers. She was responsible for his decisions now as well and to allow him to skip work and have sex all day was not acceptable. His suggestion warranted punishment.
A jingle rang through the hotel room. “Your phone’s ringing,” Myers chuckled. “It’s probably Clayson. Oh, it is.” He held her phone up to her. “Do you have another boyfriend?”
“Lots of them.” Adelina tilted her head to the side and answered the call.
“Captain, you’d better get in here.”
“WHAT’S GOING ON, CLAYSON?” Adelina entered the office. She saw the issue immediately. Men in black suits tore apart the office. What are they looking for?
A tall man with a stern face approached her. “You in charge here?”
“I’m Captain Torres. Do you mind telling me what you’re doing here?”
“Your office?” He gestured to her closed office door.
Adelina clicked her tongue. “Sure, follow me.” She slammed the door behind them. This was a shakedown; they were looking for something. Something that possibly a member of her team had done, but she knew that every individual in her team was trustworthy.
“Captain Torres, how well do you know your team?”
Adelina attempted to stow her words. The fiery anger rose up. “Better than I know you, Mr…?”
“Special Agent Maddox. We have reason to believe that an individual under your command has been following their own rules.” He withdrew a folder from his jacket and threw it onto the desk. “A few recent deaths of known criminals have been traced back to a well-trained law enforcement officer. Witnesses identified SWAT gear on the vigilante.”
Adelina flicked through the file. Precise bullet shots were lodged into the victims. Maddox was right, this appeared to be the work of a SWAT member or another highly trained individual. “We’re not the only SWAT team, you know.”
“We know. We’re looking into everyone.” Maddox pulled the folder from her grip. “Your discretion is appreciated.”
“Of course,” Adelina bit her tongue. “But, it’s not someone from this team.”
Maddox scoffed, “I’m sure there are secrets your team keeps, even from you.”
His exit was a relief.
Beyond the broad, sobering shoulders of Agent Maddox, stood Myers. His eyes were filled with worry. He was attempting to ask what happened without giving away anything. Myers waited for Maddox to pass before approaching Adelina.
“Captain,” Clayson beat Myers to Adelina. “What’s happening? What’s wrong?”
Adelina pulled her eyes from Myers. “I’m not at liberty to say.” She was colder than she needed to be to the rookie. “Myers,” her eyes flickered back to her solid man, her rock. “Can you join me in the office?”
“They wouldn’t tear the office apart if it wasn’t important.” Myers hissed as he closed the door.
Adelina was thinking of something else she would like to tear apart. The buttons on Myers’ shirt teased her with their weak fabric connection. His shirts were always easy to rip off. The tingling in her crotch made conversation difficult. Myers acted like he didn’t feel the same, but Adelina knew the heat was rising in him as well.
It was a shared passion. She could tell from his body and its movement. She knew before he did. The stance he took while speaking to her allowed her to see where his blood rushed to. Adelina shuddered a soft purr, “lock the door.”
“Here? Adelina, we can’t.” Myers argued but he did as he was told.
The click of the lock was masked by the shuffling of items on the desk. Adelina’s pulse raced, but she couldn’t allow Myers to know that she was losing control. Control was a part of her. It was part of their fun and the relationship. She needed to maintain control.
“You’re not going to explode,” he tells her, but she knows that he lies.
Already she was exploding, fragmenting into little pieces at just the idea of him stretching and filling her. All he seemed to want to do was take his own sweet time kissing her breasts after he had given her a third orgasm, before kissing his way upwards to the rest of her body.
Now he is positioned perfectly, between her legs with his cock pressing against the juncture of her thighs that were spread wide to accommodate his size. Her inner bitch urged him on, push forward, she begged. Take me now.
But he ignores both and claims her mouth again. She just wants to scream her frustration to the world. If only he would just push a little…
He has always been like this. This is what she had liked about him. Even though she was the one with the upper hand in their relationship each time, he did not let it intimidate him. He is not threatened by her. Instead, he loves the tone of authority when she talks to him. It drives him crazy like nothing else does.
He pushes a lot. It slides right in. Big and hard and long. It was such a tight fit that even she wondered how it had fit at all as he takes it out and pushes it back in.
She is close to shattering. Again. The fourth time today and she is close to breaking apart from the onslaught of pleasure that this man gives each time he takes her to the edge and nudges her over.
She hangs on as he rides her and thrusts her hips to meet his, urging him on. Her relentless Myers, who is smart enough to absorb her cries into his mouth or else she would shake the entire unit and embarrass herself with the way she screamed and demanded more.
He gave her more. The pumping unceasing, the filling then retreating, penetrating further each time into her until he is at a place no other man has ever tapped into and she is now 100% a sexual beast. She exists only for his touch and the feel of his cock as he slides it in and takes it out. With her legs pushed back to her shoulders, his weight crushes her, and she welcomes it. She doesn’t want to breathe. She doesn’t need air when she feels awake in this dream of having this man fuck her.
When he shouts her name, she knows that it is a proclamation of his pleasure, of having found pleasure in her and she is pleased. When he jerks and fills her with his seed, she is humming with pride as her release is slow and languid this time. He stays in her and on top of her. She likes the way she is trapped underneath his body. She feels safe here, treasured and suddenly she had an urge to scream his name at the top of her lungs.
She laid there for a while. Then she stood up, pushed him on to the couch, bends her knees and takes his cock into her hands, stroking it ever so gently. She kisses the tip of his cock and loves the expression that has taken over his face. He loves it and she loves seeing the expression on his face. She takes it in her mouth and looks at him shivering, trying so hard to repress his scream.
The phone rang in the distance. It was from the floor where the phone had slid to. Adelina struggled with the thrill of continuing. However, there was a cruel streak in her that wanted Myers to suffer as he waited to finish. His wait would have to continue.
“Torres, I need your unit downtown.” The Commissioner’s voice sobered her.
“Fine, let’s cut to the chase. As you know, the council meeting is tomorrow, and I’d like you to represent us there.”
She told him while they were in Adelina’s bed, her fingers stroking his hair. He sat up to face her.
“What?” he snorted.
He saw the dangerous way her eyes narrowed and was instantly reminded of just how powerful Adelina was, not to mention her rank among their people. She waited until his expression was attentive and somber before she continued.
“The commissioner called, and there have been some discrepancies. He said he needs our unit downtown. I am visiting my sister over the weekend and so, I want you to attend the council meeting and report back to me with the details.”
He wanted to say no.
His tongue was practically burning with the urge to say no, but he knew that he could not defy a command from his Captain.
He nodded in agreement.
He was both flattered and worried that somewhere between their unscheduled visits, he had been promoted to the role of her confidant and she now seemed to trust him with serious official business.
But when she flashed him a smile before she departed, all the worries melted away.
Such a beautiful smile on a beautiful woman, he thought.
Was she always destined to want him, she wondered? Had it been destined that she would know just how his presence affected her? Which was probably why he had been visiting at least once a week ever since she had moved to the caves.
Was he seeing other people behind her back? She thought sourly, disliking the image of him in bed with his pick from the array of woman who she felt often fought for the pleasure of bedding him.
As handsome as Myers was, and as charming as he could be when the mood struck him, she knew there were darker things hiding in his nature that made the monster in her look like a little lamb by comparison.
Whatever else Myers was, she felt sure that there was nothing human left about him. He was just an imitation of the man he once was and could never be again.