Sensual Erotica: The Flame
By
Red Phoenix
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Sensual Erotica: The Flame
Copyright 2011 by Red Phoenix
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.
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The Flame
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Amy glanced at Brad as they walked out of class. She unconsciously played with the choker around her neck - the symbol of their unique relationship. No one looking at the two of them would suspect the master/slave dynamic they indulged in when they were alone.
It had taken time for Brad to convince Amy she would enjoy submitting to him, but she quickly found the unique way he teased and pleased her drove her wild. He promised to make her want him more than any other man, and he’d made good on that promise. Just knowing they were headed to his house after class made her wet between the legs. Each night since she agreed to be his sex slave, he’d introduced her to a new pleasure in The Room.
She smiled when he winked at her. “Are you looking forward to this evening?” he asked with those piercing green eyes.
Amy blushed; still embarrassed by the fact she liked submitting to him. “Maybe,” she answered.
“Maybe? You like to be difficult, don’t you?”
She grinned. “Maybe.”
They were just leaving the main building when she heard her name being called. “Amy! Amy Gardner!” When she saw who it was her whole face lit up.
“No way! Is that you, Troy?” She ran up to him, laughing. “It’s been such a long time.”
Troy’s brown eyes sparkled irresistibly. “You’re not kidding. It’s good to see you again, Aims.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was actually headed to the library. I saw you coming out of the college and thought I’d come over to say hi.”
Amy threw her arms around Troy and hugged him tightly. “It’s good to see you again. How’s life been?” She closed her eyes; loving the feel of his embrace, the familiar smell of him.
When she finally let go, Troy answered her. “Things are well enough. How about you?”
“I’ve been taking classes here.” She pointed to the building and then laughed at herself. “I guess that’s obvious, isn’t it? Anyway, I’m almost done with my courses. I’m hoping to get promoted into management after I’m done.”
“Good for you, Aims. I’m glad to hear it.” Troy’s engaging smile beckoned to her.
Brad cleared his throat and said quietly, “Amy.”
Amy had totally forgotten Brad was standing there. She smiled apologetically and stammered, “Um Troy, this is my boyfriend Brad.”
Troy shook his hand stiffly. “It’s good to meet you.” The two men stared at one another uncomfortably until Troy asked, “So, you two want to go out for drinks? I’m offering to buy.”
Brad put his arm around her. “Actually, we have plans tonight.”
“Of course. Well, maybe some other time.” Troy gave Amy a little wink.
She couldn’t help blushing. Troy looked good. He must be happy to look that good and she was glad for him. It seemed they’d both moved on. Amy turned back once to look at Troy as Brad escorted her to the car. She wished things had been different. Oh well, what did it matter? He was with Kate and she had Brad now.
Brad was silent on the drive to his place. Amy was afraid he was upset. How could she blame him? Had it been the other way around, she would have been pissed at Brad for ignoring her in front of an old “friend”. Amy sincerely hoped she could make it up to him. She didn’t want their accidental meeting to ruin the evening he had planned.
When they arrived at his house, Brad insisted on opening the car door for Amy. He put his arm around her waist as they walked up to his home. Brad was definitely acting different. She wondered if he was going to confront her once they were inside, but he didn’t. Brad got them both a glass of wine and the two sat down in the living room. He explained that he wanted to talk as equals and then asked, “Who is he, Amy?”
Amy smiled nervously. “An old friend.”
“Old boyfriend?”
“No. He was a friend of my old boyfriend.” But I wanted him to be…
“You seemed overly friendly with the guy and you failed to acknowledge I was there until I got your attention.”
Amy blushed. “I’m sorry about that, Brad. I didn’t mean to be rude, really.” She put her hand on his knee. “I was just shocked to see Troy there.”
“Well, don’t let it happen again.”
She looked into his jade-colored eyes. “I won’t. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Brad’s expression changed as he stroked the back of his hand against her cheek. “Feral, I have special plans for you tonight.”
Amy knew that the use of her slave name meant they were switching into their roles. She wanted to relieve any misgivings he had, so she answered, “I can’t wait, Master.”
Brad played with her long red hair murmuring, “My beautiful Feral.” He grasped the back of her neck and kissed her deeply. The look he gave her at the end of the kiss was ripe with tenderness. Brad escorted her to The Room and asked her to strip down while he retrieved something from the kitchen. Amy stood in the secret room naked and alone. She looked at the wall of sex toys and wondered what tonight’s entertainment would be.
Brad returned with a single chair and placed it next to her. “I need you to get the paddle off the wall.” Amy’s insides churned. Was he going to punish her for what happened earlier with Troy? She took it down slowly, her hand trembling as she walked back to him.
When she returned to his side, Brad was already wearing his leather mask and had other items laid out for her on a small table next to the chair. She handed the paddle over saying softly, “Don’t hurt me, Master.”
Brad’s green eyes stared at her from behind the dark mask. “I will do what I want, Feral.” She was relieved when he smiled and added, “But I promise you will like it.” He cared about her; she knew that. Besides, Amy could always say the safety phrase if Brad went past her comfort level.
“Present your breasts to me.”
Amy moved closer to him and stuck out her chest. He took the nipple clamps and strung a round bead onto the chain. Brad held it up to her. “This gives weight. It will swing when you move.”
He proceeded to play with her left nipple until it was erect. Then he applied the clamp and adjusted it until she gasped. The initial feeling was not pleasant, but she knew that soon the sensation would feel like someone sucking on her nipple. It was something she enjoyed immensely. She watched as Brad pinched her right nipple, readying it for the clamp. Amy swallowed hard when the second one was applied. Although the weight on the chain was light, she could definitely feel the difference. It took longer for the numbness to take hold but once it did, she felt the juices between her legs start flowing.
Brad sat down on the chair and patted his lap. “Lie down on my knees.”
Amy did as he asked, noticing her movement caused the chain to swing. It made her very aware of her nipples. When she lay over his legs, the weight on the chain pulled down on them. The pressure felt just like a man sucking hard on both nipples at the same time. It was delightfully erotic.
Brad rubbed her ass gently. “Have you ever been spanked for pleasure, Feral?”
“No, Master.”
He slapped her ass cheeks with his bare hand and she yelped. The chain swung back and forth, giving her breasts extra stimulation. She didn’t care for his hand, but the nipple clamps were oh so exciting.
“Do you like that?”
“No, Master.”
“Maybe this will be more pleasing to you.” Amy saw him pick up the paddle from the table. “Spread you legs a little.” Amy did so reluctantly. “When I find the right angle this will feel pleasurable.”
He swung the paddle down and a loud smack echoed in the room. The impact took her breath away. The chain swung from the motion. Her ass stung, but she did not find it enjoyable. Brad swung again at a slightly different angle and the impact caused a tingling burst of fire deep inside her. Amy moaned. The feeling quickly dissipated, but it left her buttocks feeling pleasantly warm.
“Better?” She nodded her head, curious if he could make it happen again. The third impact sent a thousand little bursts throughout her groin area and she cried out in pleasure.
“More,” she begged.
“Not yet.” Brad put the paddle down. He picked up something new and showed it to her. It was a large phallus-shaped instrument the color of ebony. “This should increase your pleasure, my sexy slave.”
His fingers felt for her wet opening and inserted just the tip. Amy was so wet that he could have slipped the phallus in further, but Brad took his time. He moved it slowly in and out, so that Amy enjoyed the sensation of the entire length penetrating her. When it was fully inserted, he teased her clit with his fingers. She squirmed in response and the chain swung back and forth playing with her nipples. The feeling was delicious and she moaned in pleasure.
“Good. Enjoy it, Feral. All of this is for your pleasure.” Brad brought the paddle down on her ass and the ripple effect of fiery bursts combined with the feeling of fullness, caused her muscles to contract lightly around the phallus inside her. He started playing with her clit again. A hint of an orgasm began to build and Amy whimpered quietly.
“Don’t come until I tell you.”
She looked up at him in surprise. “But…”
“Not yet,” he commanded. He smacked her ass again and she became a hotbed of pleasurable electricity. She was close even without him fingering her.
“Obey me.” Brad began rubbing her sensitive nub vigorously.
What is he doing, some form of exquisite torture? “Please stop!”
He sounded amused when he asked, “What, slave?”
She panted heavily, “Stop, before I come, Master.”
Brad slowed down the intensity, but kept his fingers moving on her clit. Amy had never tried to hold back her orgasm before and she was too close to the edge to contain it.
Brad finally took his hand from between her legs and started caressing her ass tenderly. “The pleasure is in the waiting… the anticipation, Feral.”
Amy trembled from the intense experience. “It feels so good it almost hurts,” she said under her breath.
His laughter was low and rich. “Yes, when it gets that intense the release is much more memorable.” He lifted the paddle again. “Do you think you are ready now?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I agree, Feral.”
Amy moaned, knowing her release was close at hand. She closed her eyes and waited for his command. The paddle came down hard and fast. The explosion of pleasure gripped her like a vice. His finger found her clit again and he flicked it rapidly. Amy held her breath until Brad leaned forward and whispered, “Yes.”
She finally stopped fighting and waves of sexual energy crashed over her causing her pussy to contract violently around the pseudo-cock inside her. Amy screamed as her whole body embraced the climax. She couldn’t breathe. Just as it began to ebb, Brad smacked her ass again and a second climax crested over her. She melted over his knees when it finally ended.
“Good?”
Amy couldn’t speak. She just nodded her head weakly. Brad picked her up and laid her on the table. He took off the nipple clamps, sucking each hard bud to decrease the pain when the blood flowed back into them. Then he pulled the wet phallus out of her trembling pussy and gathered her into his arms.
Brad carried her up to his bedroom and laid her down on his bed. She cried out in pain. Her ass still stung from the paddling. Amy rolled to the side to relieve the discomfort while she watched Brad undress. The first thing he removed was his mask. Amy was struck again at how handsome he was. Those green eyes had the ability to hypnotize her and his dark hair covered his left eye in a charmingly boyish way. She looked at his massive cock and purred, “Come to me, Master.”
Brad lay down beside her. She noticed his cock was hard and purple from being erect for so long. He touched her breasts lightly, caressing them before leaning over and taking one nipple into his mouth. His hands ran over the length of her body as he murmured, “So beautiful.”
Brad was anxious to have her and moved on top of Amy, spreading her legs to take him. She ignored the sting of her buttocks and gave herself freely. She was ready for his thrust, but he was slow and gentle when he entered her.
Her body more easily accepted his huge cock because of the climaxes she’d experienced. Even so, Brad took his time with measured strokes. She tilted her hips to allow his full length to penetrate her. Brad grunted at her invitation and pushed himself in deeper. She wrapped her legs around him, taking pleasure in the feeling of fullness his enormous cock gave her.
“I want to savor the feeling of you,” he growled into her ear. Brad was being so tender with her. It felt different; he felt different.
Brad buried his head into her neck and sucked on it lightly. Pleasant shivers traveled down her spine. Amy groaned softly feeling completely content in his arms as his cock filled every part of her with each long stroke. He whispered gruffly, “Amy.”
It was then that she realized he was making love to her. This was not a master taking his slave; this was Brad expressing his love. He stopped moving when he climaxed so that Amy was able to feel every shudder as his cock released inside her. After his orgasm ended, Brad pulled her close and said, “I love that you are all mine.”
She kissed Brad on the cheek and snuggled next to him. He loves me. She was sure of it. Amy left his house in the wee hours of the morning stunned by the revelation.
When Brad called the next day to invite her over, Amy gave him the excuse she needed to study for finals. While it was true finals were coming up at the end of the week, the reality was Amy didn’t know how to deal with what was happening between them. She visited her friend Pamela, hoping to gain a female’s perspective.
“So you and Brad are starting to get serious, huh?”
“Well, he is. I’m trying to decide if it is something I want.”
“What’s holding you back?”
Amy didn’t want to admit to their master/slave relationship, so she kept it general. “The guy is amazing in so many ways. I’m just not sure I’m ready.”
“Based on what you’ve shared about Brad, I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t want him.”
Amy blushed. “I do want him, maybe a little too much. The guy really knows how to please a girl.”
Pamela raised her eyebrow. “Really? You have a man who loves you and knows how to please you? You’d be nuts to let him go.”
Amy let out a deep sigh and played with the choker around her neck. “I know. Brad is the best thing to happen to me in a long time.”
“I think I know what the problem is.”
“What?” asked Amy, concerned she had said something to expose their dirty little secret.
Pamela looked at her knowingly. “You still have feelings for Troy.”
Amy felt the heat rise to her face. “No, you’re wrong. I’m over him. In fact, I saw Troy just last week. He seems perfectly happy. Both of us have moved on.”
“Then I have to ask again, what’s holding you back with Brad?”
Amy worded her concern carefully. “Let’s just say he has his quirks. I’m not sure I could live with them all my life.”
“Look Amy, you are the only one who can decide that. But I have to ask, if you have someone who loves you and treats you well what else really matters? All of us are looking for love and so few of us ever find it.”
Amy went home feeling more certain about Brad. Although he had his strange fetish, he was a good man and he made her feel cherished. She curled up in her warm bed and drifted off to sleep feeling content.
The next day their professor spent the entire class session talking about the final coming up on Friday. Amy noticed Brad glancing over at her throughout the review. She couldn’t help thinking back to the beginning of the semester when she had admired him from afar. Amy fingered the collar around her neck. She questioned again if it was really something she could live with on a permanent basis.
After class, Brad came up to her. “Amy, I’d like to take you out for dinner tonight.”
“Do you have any place special in mind?” she asked, as she gathered her books and they headed out of the classroom.
Brad pushed on the metal door leading outside and held it open for her. “I was thinking of a nice little Italian restaurant close by.”
It was the restaurant they went to on their first date. This is a good sign, she thought, everything’s falling into place. “I adore that restaurant.” She smiled lovingly at him.
“Amy.”
She looked to her left and saw Troy standing next to the entrance. Her heart skipped a beat. What is he doing here?
Brad took her arm. “Come on, Amy. Let’s go.”
Amy couldn’t move. Troy smiled and tilted his head charmingly. Then he held his arms out to her.
Troy came back for me... She was very aware of Brad standing there this time, but it wasn’t even a question for her. Amy knew with certainty what her heart wanted, regardless of the consequences. She turned to Brad with tears in her eyes and tried to speak.
Brad put his finger to her lips. “No, Amy.”
Amy turned her head away from him and said, “I’m sorry.” She tried to leave, but Brad wouldn’t let go of her arm. “Brad, I’m sorry. I have to go.” She pulled away from him and started walking towards Troy.
“Feral, come back here,” he commanded firmly.
She turned back towards him and mouthed the words, “Goodbye, Master.”
Amy faced Troy again. There was no denying it. She was drawn to Troy like a moth to the flame. She ran into his embrace crying, “You came back for me!”
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The Sensual Erotica Series
Loving Amy
Boy Toys
Bottoms Up
Deeper, Baby!
Taming Feral
The Flame
His Embrace
Her Gift
British Lover
Secret Admirer
The Quartet
Thrilling Her
Lover Mine
Amy’s Choice
Be sure to look for the next story in the Sensual Erotica series called His Embrace told from Amy’s point of view. First time lover sex is oh so satisfying! Troy comes back for Amy. She gives up a life with Brad to be in her lover’s arms. Despite the pain of the past, the two cannot deny their desire for one another. Yet, Amy hides a sexual secret that threatens their future. If it's exposed, it may ruin Amy's chance to remain in his loving embrace.
Read a passage from His Embrace:
“Amy, I’ve loved you since the moment we first met.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks. “All that time?”
Troy nodded and then shrugged his shoulders. “You were Sam’s girl. What could I do? I’m not the type of guy to screw over my best friend.”
“I didn’t admit it to myself until Sam and I broke up, but I’ve loved you for quite some time.”
“Damn it, Amy. That night I should have come back to the bed and taken your face like this.” He took her face in both his hands. “I should have kissed you.” He pressed his lips against hers. “And then I should have looked you straight in the eye and said, ‘I love you, Amy Gardner.’”
She looked into his dark brown eyes, searching for any deception. She found none.
“Amy, about the whole Kate thing…”
She put her finger to his lips. “I don’t care.” She kissed Troy with years of pent up emotion she’d been carrying. It felt good to be in his arms – it felt right. Amy looked over his shoulder at a stack of boxes against the wall. She broke from his embrace and looked around his apartment, noticing how sparse it was. “What’s going on, Troy? Your place looks empty.”
He gestured to the stack of boxes, “I’m moving, Aims. I am heading to New Delhi in two weeks. When you moved out of your apartment and dropped our group of friends, I figured you moved away permanently. Seemed like a good idea, so I asked for a transfer and got it.”
“No, Troy! I only moved to the other side of town to be closer to work.”
“How could I possibly know that?”
“Why did you come back tonight if you are moving away from here?”
He held her face in his hands. “I told you, Amy. I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t stay away from you.”
“But I left Brad for you!” She got up and walked to a window trying to hold back the tears. “And you’re just planning on leaving me behind?” she choked out.
Troy’s voice was grave when he answered. “You can go back to him if you want. I’m sure he is hoping you’ll return.”
She closed her eyes. Going back to Brad…it wasn’t an option for her now. She loved Troy and now that she knew he loved her, there was no other reality.
Troy got up and put his arms around Amy, pulling her close. “We’ll work something out. There’s got to be a way.”
Amy turned around and buried her face in his chest. “Fate can’t be this cruel. I don’t want to lose you now that I finally have you.”
“We need to make the most of these two weeks, Amy.” He started stroking her long copper hair. “Can we finish what we started a year ago?”
Amy looked at him for several minutes. Then she went back for her drink and held it up, asking with a glint in her eye, “Am I sober enough for you?”
Troy shook his head with a smirk. “I was only thinking of you that night.”
“When a drunk woman says she wants you, you should…” she stopped and then said reluctantly, “do exactly what you did.” Then Amy added with a growl, “All except for the kissing another woman part.”
Troy got a pained expression on his face. “I thought you said you didn’t care about that anymore.”
“I changed my mind. It’s a woman prerogative.” Amy sat down on the couch and looked up at him. “So what happened with Kate that night?”
Troy wiped his hands apprehensively on his jeans. Amy couldn’t tell if he was nervous or about to lie to her. “I was standing under the mistletoe and she took it to mean that I wanted a kiss. That’s all there is to it.”
“You weren’t just kissing. I saw you two. She had her tongue down your throat and you were digging it.”
“It meant nothing.”
“Is that why you started dating seriously after the party?”
“I hung with Kate because you refused to talk to me. But it turns out she has a different idea about what makes a relationship.” He turned the interrogation on her. “What about you and Brad? How serious are you two?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I’m curious why he called you Feral tonight. Isn’t that a name for a wild animal?”
Amy looked at her hands again, not wanting to talk about their unique relationship. Then she smiled and said, “Brad has a different idea about what makes a relationship.”
“Fair enough,” Troy replied moving in to kiss her, but Amy put her hand on his chest to stop him.
“You’re leaving me.”
“Not by choice,” he complained.
“What is the point of making love tonight if you are just going to abandon me?” Amy felt tears prick her eyes. “If we can’t be together then what’s the point of any of this?”
Troy took Amy into his loving embrace. Amy felt the electricity pass between them as he held her. “I’ve finally got you in my arms, even if it’s just for two weeks. I’d give up a lifetime for this.” He nuzzled her neck. “We don’t have to do anything. Holding you is enough.”
She gazed into his eyes. “It’s not enough for me.” Amy wrapped both arms behind his neck and lightly bit his lower lip, just as she did that night a year ago. Troy lifted her off the ground and carried her to his bedroom.