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  DARKEST FANTASIES

  by

  KIMBERLEY RAINES

  Darkest Fantasies first published in 2000 by Chimera Publishing. Published as an eBook in 2011 by Chimera eBooks.

  ePub ISBN 9781780800769

  mobi ISBN 9781780800776

  www.chimerabooks.co.uk

  Chimera (ki-mir'a, ki-) a creation of the imagination, a wild fantasy.

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  Copyright Kimberley Raines. The right of Kimberley Raines to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Ladies

  Are you lacking in self-confidence?

  Are you fed-up with being a doormat for your partner?

  Come and learn the art of

  DOMINANCE

  with an expert

  Chapter 1

  Alicia felt a jolt of desire hit her middle as she took Kevin's overcoat from him at the door; a single glance told her he was already blatantly aroused. It was hard to believe, but she had really done it; the sexiest man in the office was really here in her flat. His cold grey eyes bored through her, and she shivered with a belated sense of apprehension, but thrust it aside. He was married, and had a reputation as being a bit of a philanderer, but as far as she was concerned that was both the challenge and the safety net. Taking a deep breath she closed the door on the outside world.

  His hands bit into her shoulders as he leaned down and kissed her. He didn't close his eyes, neither did she, and lust billowed tangibly between them. There was nothing refined in the way his hands gripped her shoulders, held her there while his tongue played along her teeth, then thrust deep into her mouth, pushing her tongue aside. She felt a moment's claustrophobic panic, and tensed. He retracted his head slightly, malicious amusement sparkling within the flecks of silver in his strange eyes. When he spoke his breath warmed her open lips. 'Scared?'

  'Of what?' she said breathlessly, hearing a slight taunt in the tone, and feeling desire blossom even more strongly at the hint of threat. She leaned forward to kiss him again, but was left discomfited as he turned casually away as if he had not noticed.

  'Go over there, by the window,' he said abruptly.

  She went, confused, but obedient.

  'Now, undress. Very, very slowly. I want to watch.'

  Alicia felt that strange jolt again. He was deliberately belittling her, yet it was not anger that blossomed, but something else. Something deeper, more primitive. As she undid the buttons of her silk blouse, one by one, he wandered to the dresser and poured himself a glass of red wine, never once taking his eyes from hers. Trapped in his avid gaze Alicia licked her lips, something telling her this was not a good time to insist that he repeat the action for her. She wished she had knocked back a glass before he had arrived, but she had not, intending to share the wine with him during the softening process that usually preceded sex. But it was too late now, and she belatedly realised that with Kevin Mellinton she was a foregone conclusion, ergo, did not need softening.

  Without the comforting haze of alcohol she felt strangely exposed to her own confused feelings, and felt uncomfortably aware that this was going to be an experience somewhat different to normal. But then, Kevin had hinted as much during their clandestine challenges at work. She wanted to walk over and turn on the CD player, put on something sultry and moody, but she didn't. This was to be done in silence, stone cold sober.

  She wasn't looking at him now, but felt his eyes on her as she slid the blouse down over her shoulders very, very slowly, shuddering as the light pressure of the silk slid against the hair follicles on her arms. Almost every hair on her body seemed to be tingling with a charge like static electricity as the blouse fluttered to the floor in a rich green puddle. Now goosebumps chilled her torso. She breathed in deeply, watching his reaction as she stood, knowing what she looked like with her full cleavage straining against the tiny, lacy bra.

  She reached behind her for the zip of her skirt, which opened with a soft sigh. She bent to slip the skirt slowly down to her feet, then stepped carefully over the waistband, trying not to catch the high heel in the fabric. She reached for the buckle to her shoe.

  'No. Leave those on.'

  Kevin's voice was abrupt, his very arrogance sending the juices flowing. Oh, God, he was wonderful. She had known he would be. She was captivated by the hawk-like gaze that never left her body. His erection was thrusting proudly against his trousers, but he didn't move, didn't touch himself.

  She shivered again as she undressed herself, feeling strangely violated, as though his hands were all over her body, touching, smoothing her pale skin. The waistband of the suspenders dug into her skin, an alien sensation, but when Kevin had presented her with the beribboned package in a sly moment when she was alone, she had felt exhilarated, because no one had ever bought her anything like that before. Of course she had to wear them, show him that she appreciated the gift; besides, it was obviously expected.

  'Slip the knickers off,' he said, and now she could hear a faint tremor in the husky depth of his voice. She had never been asked to do this before. There had always been a kiss and a grope on the settee, hands ripping frantically at clothes. This leisurely, solitary disrobing was faintly disturbing.

  She slid the elastic of the silk French knickers down over the clasps that held up the stockings, and stepped out of them. She stood in bra and stockings and high heels, and was shocked at the blast of excitement that hit her middle. She must look like a tart; she felt like one. She had never experienced anything like it before.

  'Now turn away. Face the window. Lift your arms up high. Spread your legs.' His commands were like her actions, slow and deliberate, and there was nothing seductive about them. He was using her for his own pleasure, and she was obeying because she wanted to. At any moment she could just say 'no', but she knew that would be the end of it. Erection or no, she sensed he would simply take his coat and walk out of the door. She wasn't sure why she cared, cold bastard that he was.

  She opened her legs, wobbling slightly on the high heels, and felt the dampness between her legs chill slightly. Again she had a mental impression of what she looked like, standing there with her white cheeks like two globes either side of her deep crack.

  'Twist your hips,' he said. 'One way, then the other. Slowly.'

  She did so, as far as she could, perched on the high heels, lifting one cheek, then the other, in a gyrating motion. She heard glass tinkle and knew he was pouring himself some more wine. She felt slightly cheated. 'I'd like―'

  'Shut up.'

  His tone bit her into instant silence. She was faintly shocked at her response. He was talking to her as if she was a dog, yet something stopped her from complaining. She was not under duress here, she could put her skirt back on any time she wanted, and to her surprise, she didn't want. What she couldn't understand was why. What was it in his arrogance that made her want to carry on pleasing him? Yet her body knew no such hesitation. It was fired with need in a way she had never experienced before.


  'Now rub your hands down your body. Press your tits together, then down your sides, up the cheeks of your arse, nice and slow. Round and round, that's good. Very good.'

  She felt chuffed at his slow, deliberate praise.

  'Now put your hands on your hips and bend down. Right down, that's it. Lift your head back, stick your bottom out. I want to see it. All of it. Every sweet, juicy inch.' She stood there for a moment, and heard faint movement behind her.

  'Hold the window sill.'

  She did as she was told and was shocked to feel warmth at the mouth of her sex just a second before he thrust inside her, hard as a rock, more brutal than any man had ever been with her. She gasped with shock, with an explosion of sexual excitement, feeling the roughness of his clothes against her, knowing he was within seconds of coming.

  There was no finesse about the way Kevin rammed into her, about the way his hands grasped her thighs for better purchase. Her displays had made him as ready as he ever would be; he didn't need hands touching him to get him hot. He needed mastery, that was all. He thrust hard, in and out, nearly lifting her from her feet at every movement, and she felt it building inside him, ready to burst.

  Because her legs were spread wide, Alicia had no control over any muscles. The rough penetration was painful, but clutching hard at the white-painted sill she found her lack of control as erotic an experience as she could recall, the pain itself an aphrodisiac.

  Finally he gave a great shudder and shot his seed inside her, and as she felt the warmth of his balls pulsing against her clitoris, she gave a faint gasp of something akin to relief as she felt the strength of his orgasm.

  'Jesus!' she sighed as he finally slid out, depleted.

  Kevin slapped her bottom. 'Nice arse,' he said. 'Now go and rustle up some grub, there's a good girl.'

  She stood up, wincing, and turned, hands on hips, suddenly irritated. 'You are a conceited arsehole, Kevin!'

  His lip curled. In exasperation she reached for her clothes, but he stopped her. 'Like that. I like to watch.'

  Torn between the desire to hit him or thank him for the compliment, she stormed into the kitchen in high heels, stockings and bra, and began to rustle up some grub as ordered.

  Alicia felt like stamping around the kitchen, but it was hard to stamp in ridiculously high heels and little else. After a while she began to smile to herself, and the ache between her legs was almost a badge of honour. What a stud! Christ, she'd never felt so goddamned horny. She had known from the first instant she saw him in the foyer that she was going to have him, but she hadn't expected to get him this easily. What the hell kind of wife did he have? One who wasn't interested in sex, in which case this was understandable, or was Kevin just so sexy she was unable to keep up with his demands? She shrugged. It didn't really matter. He'd been turned on merely at the sight of her, and the feeling was mutual. She didn't have to like the bastard. She was smirking with self-satisfaction as she took his food into the living room on a tray, almost as if they were a married couple, for God sake. She put the tray on the small table and turned around.

  'Where are you going?'

  'To get mine.'

  'Come here. Take off your bra and stockings.'

  She undid the catch and let her large breasts fall free, then sat beside him on the sofa and unbuckled her shoes, sighing with relief. He held a hand out for the stockings, and she handed them over, puzzled.

  'Turn around. Give me your hands.'

  'I don't think—'

  'Do it, or I'll leave right now.'

  She turned, crossed her hands behind her back, and he wrapped one stocking around her wrists several times. Something went zing between her legs as he worked. She had never been tied before. She felt him pull the knot tight. 'What are you doing?'

  It was such a silly question, he didn't deign to answer. He yanked the free ends of the stocking around her middle, pulling her wrists tightly into the small of her back. 'Breath in hard. Harder. That's better.'

  She inhaled so hard her breasts jutted proudly, and her middle sank in smaller than she had ever seen it. He pulled the knot tight around her waist, ensuring that she stayed in that hourglass condition.

  'Now you won't be hungry,' he said with a grunt of satisfaction.

  She could only breathe in constricted gasps. 'I don't think—'

  'Shut up. Open your mouth.'

  He stood up and picked up her silk panties from where they lay, abandoned on the floor, and he was looking into her eyes as he stuffed them, bit at a time with one finger, into her mouth. She sat there and let him do it. Then he took her other abandoned stocking, wrapped it around her mouth and tied it off. She gagged faintly on the silk knickers, then stared at him, stunned. She had known what he was going to do before he did it, but complied because he had asked. She wondered where it came from; this need to please him. After all, she hardly knew him. She knew he was a high-flying salesman for the Corporate Division, and everyone spoke about him with a kind of awe, but that was all.

  He turned on the television, picked up the tray and ate the dinner she had prepared, watching the football, his eyes gleaming with excitement when someone scored. If she hadn't been watching so closely she would hardly have seen the excitement. Christ, he was a cold fish. Alicia sat beside him, trussed into a sex toy, hungry, desperate for a drink and gasping for breath. She was thoroughly bemused. It was as if she didn't exist. Yet for some reason she didn't dare move or make any kind of complaint. She was not afraid he would be angry, she was afraid he would simply up and leave if she didn't please him; and for some reason, the thing she most wanted to do in the whole world was please him.

  Yet when the match finished he switched off the television and turned his attention to her with an abruptness that told her his mind had been preparing itself for a while. It was the strangest thing she had ever seen. One moment he was watching the match, next moment his prick was stiff between his legs, bulging against the zip of his trousers like some obscene animal trying to get out of its confines.

  He stood up.

  Never taking his eyes from her, he began to strip. His tie, his shirt. She saw his chest was not hairy, but hard and masculine, as were his arms and legs. Then he removed his shoes, his socks, and slid his trousers and pants down over a neat bum and muscular thighs. Now his blue eyes were sparkling.

  'Ready, darling?' he said.

  She nodded. Oh yes, she was ready. Just watching him did that.

  He pulled her onto her knees on the floor and turned her to face the seat. Then, spreading her legs, he began to massage her thrusting breasts, and all the other places she had often imagined the feel of his hands - including one she had not thought of. She jolted and made faint shocked noises as a finger slid into her anus.

  'You're dry. I didn't think of that. I expect you've got some cream in the bedroom. Stay there. Don't move.'

  He stood up and walked away. Alicia leaned against the sofa, feeling the tightness of rope around her middle and the rough fabric against her breasts, and panic in her heart. God, he was going to bugger her, that was what he was going to do. Half of her mind was repelled; it wasn't something she had ever anticipated doing, yet she stayed there, waiting, her legs apart as he had left them, until he returned carrying a tube of hand cream.

  He knelt, shuffled between her legs, keeping them apart with his thighs, and his finger slid inside her with a cold, soft touch. She winced, but it wasn't with pain. Just the shock of entry. As his finger slid in and out, preparing her, she began to writhe under his touch, never having experienced anything so erotic before. Every time his finger entered her she shuddered, every time it exited she gasped through the gag.

  Desire burned her into a quivering mass of compliance. He was going to bugger her, oh yes. Then she felt the heat of him press up against her. She knew a moment's panic, but realised if she cried out he would stop. She was torn between the fear of what was going to happen and the strangely erotic sensation it engendered in her. Besides, she w
as curious. Other people did it, so she waited for what seemed like an eternity, feeling the pressure increase, and suddenly there was the strangest sensation she had ever known as he pressed in. Her arse widened accommodatingly, lubricated with her own hand cream, and the feel of him pushing further and further in that most private of places was a crazy mixture of pain and pleasure, and most deliciously decadent. Her bound hands writhed behind her back. Oh, God.

  Kevin slid in and out of her a few times, and the tight ring of her virgin arse felt like heaven. He moved in and out gently until he felt the muscle relax, become accommodating, then began to push harder, feeling the tightness of her up and down the full length of his penis. Yeah, this one was okay. He had known she would be. Desperate to please, he could always tell. They sort of made cows eyes, the ones he knew he would get in the end.

  He pulled her back towards him slightly as he pleasured himself, the blood really pumping his prick into an iron bar, raising his balls deliciously. He reached around her tiny middle and up to those ripe breasts, and with his hands full he slid back and forth, sinking into the tight elasticity which contracted beautifully at every stroke. Better than a wank. Far, far better.

  She was making noises now, and her body was shuddering. He slipped a hand between her legs and his fingers slipped in the dampness there. He pulled her back against him.

  Then, once again he felt the buzz, and forgot to pleasure her as he brought himself to his peak, hanging on to it as long as he could. He pulsed inside her, the tight ring of her arse making the ejaculation almost painful. They hung there for a moment, joined. Then as he shrank her body squeezed him out with a soft plop.

  Kevin lifted her to her feet and walked her through to the bedroom, a persuading hand gently slapping her bottom. 'You're so nice and accommodating, sugarplum, I'll think I'll stay the night. How about that? I guess we ought to get to bed fairly pronto, though, as I have to be at the management meeting first thing in the morning.'