My Kinky Valentine: Volume 2 - In Spirit Page 3

  Chapter 2 - Clara

  When I come to slowly opening my eyes, a very different kind of shiver invades me; chilling my body and soul. While I was unconscious Sam had come back and now his furious face is hovering over me. Shit! I’m in so much trouble.

  “What-the-fuck-have-you-done?” he articulates each word in a booming tone that’s ominous.

  Another chilling shiver moves along my spine and I don’t dare reply for fear of making things worse. Besides there’s no real explanation. Sam doesn’t see or hear Marcel. How can I explain what has happened while he was out? On the other hand, there is no way I can pretend nothing happened when the air in the room smells of sex. The sheets are crumpled and drenched in sweat and fluids. I wince and pull the silk sheet up to my chin trying without success to protect myself from his wrath. I’ve never seen Sam so angry.

  “How can you betray me like this? Don’t you trust me?”

  He keeps yelling but there’s a bit of hurt in his tone too.

  “Isn’t your Master enough, ungrateful pet? You think I don’t know what you need? Is that it?”

  Sam raves on without expecting an actual reply but I wouldn’t be able to say anything even if I wanted to.

  “Have I ever failed in giving you what you needed even when you didn’t know you needed it.”

  I shiver visibly and barely manage to shake my head as if to say ‘no’ without much confidence. I open my mouth but nothing gets out of my dry throat.

  “What is it? What do you have to say, pet? I want to hear it from you.”

  “I-I’m terribly s-sorry s-sir,” I finally stammer a weak apology.

  My voice so thin it sounds foreign to my own ears. I’ve never stuttered before. I’m not the stuttering type.

  “Can’t hear you. Speak up!”

  “I’m terribly sorry sir.”

  It’s a little firmer and louder this time but I’m still uncomfortable.

  “Get out of that bed. Now! You don’t deserve the luxuries I give you. Get on your knees on the floor. Stay there and think about what you’ve done until I see fit to come back.”

  I scurry to my feet to follow his instructions and Sam stomps out without looking over his shoulders slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang. It rattles. So do I.

  “Oh Marcel. We’ve gone too far. This is Submissive 101 stuff - never ever get any kind of sexual gratification without consent. Let alone behind your Master’s or Mistress’s back. I’ve done both. He’s going to let me have it. Big time! I’m so screwed!”

  “I’ll find a way to help you.”

  I know Marcel is trying to comfort me; however, the words sound hollow because we both know there’s nothing he can do.

  “Thank you my sweet ghost. I know you mean well. Right now all you can do is keep me company.”

  As the seconds turn to minutes I lose track of time. All I know is that I’ve been kneeling, naked, waiting for Sam to return for what seems a million years. It could have been five minutes though. I couldn’t tell. Relief rushes through my body. My back is turned to the door so I move my head to check if it is Sam.

  His cold bark freezes my movement, “Don’t move an inch. I haven’t given you permission to do that. You will learn to obey me one way or another.”

  A gush of bile invades my stomach and I struggle to keep it down as raw fear paralyzes me. It’s true I have a hard time submitting and often wonder if I misbehave just so I can be punished. Sam’s tone indicates I’m in for the punishment of a lifetime.

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  Halloween at Club Desire

  Clara Hervaux wants to go back to New Orleans and celebrate Halloween with Marcel at Club Desire. But things are complicated now that the movie star is the target of some crazy fan who’s been threatening her. How can she ditch the bodyguards that follow her around? Is it safe to go there alone? Will she be able to keep her escapades at the club as a secret? Or will she disappoint her favorite ghost and fail to spend Halloween night with him this year?

  *** This 7500-word short is intended for adults only! It contains graphic language plus steamy, kinky scenes involving a celebrity, her gorgeous assistant, a stunning Club hostess and a hunky ghost. Not all at once, though! ***

  Halloween at Club Desire

  Complete short-story

  Liz Gavin

  Copyright 2013

  Published by Elessar Books

  I can’t wait to get to club Desire for my little private Halloween celebration. I’ve missed Marcel so much and I’m so eager to see him again that I leave my Bel Air mansion at three in the morning - three hours before the time my flight leaves LAX airport. I couldn’t sleep so I decide to get up and drive to the airport myself instead of waking up the driver. I’m not able to ditch the bodyguards, though. They follow me around since those stupid letters started coming in the mail. Who still writes letters, anyway?

  When my last movie opened and became another huge blockbuster, a crazy fan, or someone just plainly crazy, started writing threatening letters to me. Henry - my PA is the person who reads and sorts out my mail - showed some of them to me. I told him to get rid of them. It happened over six months ago but I remember that day vividly. As I drive the little convertible through the winding streets, with a smile on my lips and the wind blowing my red curls, I replay our conversation in my mind.

  I was stretched out on a big, soft couch reading some dirty novel in my favorite room of the house - the library - when Henry stormed in and threw a pile of sheets of paper on my lap. They were covered in cut-out words from magazines and newspapers. They looked like something out of a very old-fashioned mystery film.

  “What’s that, sweetie? Did the printer break down?”

  “Very funny, Clara. No, they’re the letters I’ve told you about. There’s a new one every day. Sometimes two. We should go to the police.”

  “Nonsense! Forget about them.”

  “I can’t. You’re in danger.”

  “Henry, you’re overreacting. I’m not in danger. Throw them away. Burn them. I don’t care what you do, just get rid of these letters. They don’t mean anything.”

  “But, Clara, they say they’ll take you away. They are very specific about what they’ll do to you once they get you, too. I must confess I have nightmares about some of them. We can’t sit on our hands and do nothing.”

  I grabbed a few of them, skimmed them over and showed them to my overzealous PA.

  “Here, darling, look. They say they’ll teach me a lesson because I’m a slut who ruined George Clooney’s marriage. Now, Henry, you know as well as I do that I didn’t wreck George’s marriage in real life. My character had an affair with his character in a damn movie. Why would I worry about these letters, for crying out loud?”

  “Because whoever is writing them is clearly insane. That’s why. There’s no need to be afraid of mentally healthy people.”

  I petted the couch beside me and ran my hand over his thigh when he sat there.

  “Calm down, Henry, will you?” I kept stroking his leg as I spoke softly in his ear. “I’m not afraid of this lunatic, either. I don’t want to lose my precious freedom over something that ridiculous. And that’s what’s going to happen if Peter finds out about these threats, you know.”

  I kissed his neck and licked his ear. He shivered but kept talking, although his voice sounded throaty then.

  “As your manager, that is his job. Besides, I saw somebody following us in a tinted-glass SUV the other day.”

  Henry was out of breath. That was an excellent sign. I nibbled his earlobe and he stroked my inner thigh, under my short skirt, until he reached its top. His fingers pressed between my legs and I spread them further apart to give him better access. I mirrored his movements and cupped his crotch. He hissed and I chuckled softly against his neck.

  “Oh, Henry, darling, people follow me everywhere all the time,” I cares
sed his cheek with my nose and pecked him on the lips, breathing inside his mouth. “Forget about these letters. I can be a real slut but few people know about it.”

  I giggled again as I ran my hands up his wide chest until I tangled my fingers in his black, curly hair and pulled him down for a proper kiss. I had started that little sexy game to distract him but the argument and his wandering fingers got me excited. I wanted to let off some steam and my favorite way to do that was sex. Henry is always ready to help me out in these occasions, or any other occasion involving sex, for that matter.

  I ran my tongue over his full lower lip and when he gasped I slid it inside his mouth and stroked his velvety one. I moaned and bit his lower lip. He sighed and before I knew it he was lying flat under me on the couch as I straddled him without breaking our passionate kiss. I devoured his mouth as I rubbed my soft body against his hard one.

  He pushed my tank top off and I opened his shirt. As our skins touched, electric shocks ran through our bodies. I felt hot moisture pooling down inside me when his erection poked at my soaked panties. I nestled his hard member under my body and he trembled.

  “Oh, god, you’re gorgeous and you feel awesome.”

  “Do you like it when I ride you, my pet?”

  He grabbed my waist, pulling me down on him, moving my body up and down his own, thrusting his hips up. I bit my lip to stifle a moan but it got out anyway. I grabbed his shoulders for balance. When he spoke again, his voice was strangled.

  “I love it when you’re on top of me because I can go deeper inside your tight body, Clara. Do it, please. I want to feel you around me.”

  “Patience, sweetie. Let’s have some fun, first.”

  I reached for the side table, opened the little drawer and found a black silk scarf. His wicked smile was all the encouragement I needed. I loved role-playing with Henry sometimes. So did he. I bent over and kissed his beautiful brown eyes closed before tying the makeshift blindfold around his head.

  The air caught in his throat when I grazed his sensitive nipples with my fingernails. They pebbled immediately. He was very responsive. I licked then sucked them until he bucked under me. I laughed, running my thumb over his lip. He bit its tip and sucked it inside his mouth. It was my turn to gasp. Amazing sensations filled my body up and I squeezed my thighs around his hips. He thrust his hips higher.

  “What’s wrong, Henry? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, please, don’t ever stop. I’ll behave.”

  I chuckled when I saw his hands fisting over his head in a clear attempt to control his body’s reaction. In this position, I had free access to his wide chest and I feasted on his trembling flesh. Each time I licked or grazed my teeth over his skin, Henry moaned or sighed but he didn’t move his hips under my body again. I felt the tension in the muscles of his thighs. I leaned down and kissed him slowly and gently.

  “Very well, sweetie. Be a good pet and I may let you come soon.”

  Because he couldn’t see my face behind the scarf, he believed my firm voice but the truth was I was bluffing. I could barely control my own climax. I was dying to feel him inside me.

  I laced my fingers through his, kissing him again, still rubbing my soft mound over his hard erection. It twitched and poked at my silk panties. I reached down between our sweaty bodies and opened his zipper to free him. I closed my fingers around his member and guided the smooth tip to my hot entrance. Henry hissed when his silky head connected with my folds. When he threw his head back, I took advantage of the position to suck on a very sensitive spot at the base of his neck.

  “Oh, god, Clara! You’ll be the death of me,” he wailed, moving his hips upwards to meet mine.

  As he penetrated me, I untied the blindfold. I wanted to stare into his gorgeous eyes as I fucked his brains out. I moved slowly up and down, swaying my hips, controlling the rhythm of our bodies as his member filled me completely. When he hit my sweet spots, I let out a low moan. He cupped my large breasts and rolled my hard nipples between his fingers. It took my breath away, then, it was my turn to throw my head back and close my eyes as sizzling sensations took over my body: his steel-hard member moving in and out of me, his fingers pulling at my nipples, his hips swaying under me. I moved over him as slowly as I could but I knew my climax was just around the corner when I felt the first spasms. My breathing got ragged. So did Henry’s. I felt his orgasm wouldn’t take long either when his body tightened under mine.

  “Bend over, Clara. I need to taste you.”

  I did so and he clamped his mouth over one nipple, biting and sucking at it with a fierce hunger that shocked me. Henry loved to play with my breasts but I had never seen him so out of control. I whimpered and picked up speed. His urgency spurred mine. When he moved to the other nipple, repeating his hungry assault, my walls contracted around his member setting off his orgasm.

  “Oh, Henry, don’t stop.”

  My body squeezed him further when I reached my own climax. It was so overwhelming that I lost touch with reality for a few precious seconds. There was nothing else in the world except our sweaty, slick bodies rubbing against each other, fueling the fires of ecstasy that scorched us both.

  We gasped, moaned, kissed, bit, pinched, twisted and rolled. Our bodies already knew the dance so our minds were free to explore a world of sensations, colors and tastes. We soared up and came crashing down together until the waves of pleasure subsided enough to let our hearts slow down a bit. But, my breathing was still ragged as I collapsed over his spent body. Henry embraced me and kissed my closed eyelids.

  “Gosh, Clara. I don’t think I can move for the rest of the day.”

  “So don’t,” I snuggled beside him without opening my eyes. “Shut up and sleep a little. I need to recover, too.”

  He laughed at my mockingly serious tone and kissed the top of my head.

  “What if someone comes in? The door isn’t locked, you know.”

  “I don’t care. That’s part of the fun. Besides, nobody’s going to say anything to anybody about us if they find us together. That’s the beauty of confidentiality agreements.”

  I chuckled against his smooth chest and heard his breathing got even before I fell asleep, too.

  A loud honk gets me back to the present and I focus on my surroundings. The traffic lights had changed but I was too distracted by the delicious memories to see them and some nice Californian driver is reminding me I need to pay attention to what I’m doing. I apologize, shift into first gear and move forward. Soon, I get to the airport and park in the long-term parking lot. The bodyguards are right behind me.

  Although it’s still early, I take the security check line, always followed by the faithful entourage of secret-agent-looking guys that my manager has hired. It turns out that all that steamy sex distracted Henry only temporarily. My stubborn PA showed the damn letters to Peter and now I have these bodyguards following me everywhere I go. It will be a little awkward once we get to New Orleans but there is no way I’ll let them know about Club Desire. I’ll have to be creative to ditch them. I’m good at avoiding the most vicious paparazzi so I think I can handle four men who work for me.

  However, if they are as stubborn as my dear Henry is, there’s always that little thing called ‘confidentiality clause’ on the contracts they had to sign when they started working for me. Still, I’d rather they didn’t find out about my sex adventures in the French Quarter. I smile as I remember the little art gallery on Royal Street that serves as the perfect disguise for one of the best, most exclusive sex clubs in the world - Club Desire. My final destination today is a very well-kept secret, which its clients want to keep that way. I’m no exception.

  Being a movie star means it’s impossible to take a regular flight without being recognized. I don’t mind it. I patiently sign the autographs and pose for the pictures my fans ask me to take with me. The security team, on the other hand, go wild when I do this. For all I care, they can scowl at me all they want. I would never disappoint
my fans because of some immaterial threat.

  “Miss Hervaux, I’m sorry but we need to go. They are boarding our flight,” one of the men gently holds my arm and apologizes to my fans before dragging me to the gate. “I’m sorry, madam, to hold you like this but they were crowding around you and we worried it could get out of hand.”

  “It’s no big deal, Jerry. You’re only doing your job.”

  I give him my trademark million-dollar smile and he answers me with a yellow one of his own. He starts walking funny and I notice the uncomfortable bulge between his legs. Not wanting to make matters worse, I keep the wisecrack that pops up in my head to myself. It’s Peter’s fault for having hired four horny bodyguards to work for a pin-up looking movie star. Pardon me if I sound cocky. I’m merely realistic. My appearance is my livelihood so I know exactly how I look, how men react to those looks.

  On second thought, Peter likes his men strong but dumb. Maybe that’s the criteria he used when he and Henry were recruiting my security team. These four men are handsome and strong. I bet Peter gawked at their muscles instead of listening to their answers during their interviews. At least Henry is straight. I’m sure he vetted the dumb candidates.

  On our arrival in New Orleans, a town car is waiting for us with Rob, my driver, beside it. He opens the door for us to climb in and gets behind the wheel.

  Jerry and his colleagues do their best to act natural but I sense their discomfort. I’m not happy about the whole thing either. So I look out of the window and sip from my bottle of water. This damned traffic jam is driving me crazy.

  “Madam, traffic is completely stuck on I-10. I’ll get off ahead and take Tulane Avenue.”

  “Yes, do that, Rob. I’m in a hurry.”

  “Very well, madam.”

  He knows New Orleans like the back of his hand but I’m too impatient today to appreciate it. I look out the limo’s tinted window again but I can barely see the buildings as we pass by them. I remember the last time I saw Marcel and shivers of anticipation travel down my spine, concentrating in my lower body. We had a steamy, kinky night exactly a year ago today. I feel hot liquid pooling inside me at the memory of that encounter. I take a deep breath to calm my throbbing pulse. It doesn’t work. Such sizzling hot memories, combined with the Ben Wa balls I inserted still onboard the airplane, are playing havoc with my body. I squirm on the leather seat as my clitoris gets as hard as a pebble, begging for release.