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  Sugar and Spice

  A Collection of Kinky Girl-On-Girl Stories

  Edited by Mira Paul

  A Ravenous Romance™ Original Publication

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  Copyright © 2011 by Ravenous Romance

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  ISBN-13: 978-1-60777-386-3

  This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Introduction by Mira Paul

  Nothing Like the Sun by Elizabeth Thorne

  The Taming of Ms. Lucy by Louisa Bacio

  Breakfast at Jackie’s by J.V. Altharas

  Enforcement by Dorla Moorehouse

  Her Equestrian Melody by V. C.

  Lucky by Xan West

  Daddy’s Home by Scarlet Page

  Für Elise by Maggie Morton

  Homecoming by Angel Propps

  No Love, No Glove by Giselle Renarde

  The Domination of Rubberella by Thomma Finland

  Introduction

  We were a tangled mass of limbs and lust when she made me say it. Fingers waist deep in my pussy, she made me beg, “Please fuck me…Daddy.”

  Daddy. That one word, slowly massaged out of me by her skilled fingers, shifted my entire world. Before she came along, I only whispered my desires in dark corners and pretended that relationships without pain, rope, and power exchange could satisfy me.

  She called herself Daddy and introduced me to others who called themselves Mistress, Top, Sir, Madame, slave, bottom, pet, submissive. She brought me into a community of women who claimed their desires proudly and wore their identities with regal authenticity. There weren’t any dark corners here. They unabashedly mixed romance and kinky eroticism into their everyday lives, replaced the mundane with sugar and spice, and along with Daddy showed me one hundred and one new ways to transform pain into pleasure.

  This collection is filled with stories about these types of women. In Elizabeth Thorne’s Nothing Like the Sun, a Mistress and her slave, Mara, blend the sacred and the erotic into a loving ritual of submission:

  Mara moaned around her Mistress’s fingers, loving the feeling of being so open and available to her every whim.

  J.V. Altharas’s characters, on the other hand, find a perfect place for devotion in the corporate world in Breakfast at Jackie’s. The two come together so nicely that I had to wonder how many assistants began their mornings under a desk, bringing their boss to orgasm.

  All the stories here rejoice in the love, excitement, and orgasms that SM can bring to committed relationships. Some authors flirt with the edge of consent to bring their characters to new levels of trust, while others make SM as familiar as dicing veggies for dinner.

  At the heart of all of these stories are women who can dominate, whip, and fuck their way to erotic fulfillment and do so without shame. Read these stories to your lover or yourself and bring this spice into your own life.

  Nothing Like The Sun

  by Elizabeth Thorne

  Mara took Friday afternoon off from work and spent hours preparing her Sabbath dinner. She was experimenting with a new recipe and enjoyed having the opportunity to concentrate so completely on the task. The abundance of time she had spilling out before her allowed braiding the special six-stranded challah to become a form of moving meditation. Shaping the bread made her feel so free and focused that, while it was undergoing its final rising cycle, she went down to her craft room, drew six lengths of crimson leather from her stash of supplies, and wove them into a matching whip.

  Later, when setting the table for the night, Mara curled her beautiful braided creation around the Sabbath candles to highlight the matching intricacies in the structure of the bread. Then she pulled the Moroccan chicken casserole from the oven to rest and went into the bedroom to clean herself up before her Mistress’s arrival.

  As was her wont, Michelle called when she was a few minutes away, letting the phone ring twice, then hanging up before Mara could answer. When Mara heard their private signal, she finished brushing her hair, hung the damp robe from her shower on the back of the bathroom door, and fetched her collar from its place of honor beside the bed. Taking one last look at the Sabbath table to make certain nothing was out of place, she unlocked the front door and knelt before it, naked and head bowed, to wait for Michelle to arrive.

  No matter how many times she had waited for her Mistress like this on the Sabbath, Mara still found it exciting. There was something oddly empowering about preparing their home and her body to welcome the woman she loved. It made her feel strong to be comfortable enough to kneel there wearing only her skin, and it made her feel beautiful every time Michelle asked her to do so. The heat in Michelle’s eyes when she looked on her slave’s naked body had helped Mara to finally begin to love herself as much as she still was amazed that her Mistress did.

  Mara had been in place for only a few seconds when she heard her Mistress’s steps on the front porch, but thoughts of Michelle’s arrival had already warmed her body with lust. Waiting for her Mistress on her knees always felt like a promise of things to come.

  * * * *

  Michelle opened the door to the scents of fresh-baked bread, garlic, and roasting meat, and the sight of a naked woman on her knees. Pausing for a moment to take a deep breath, she marveled at what her relationship with Mara had become.

  When the two of them had met at a lesbian bar on the Lower East Side, Michelle had never imagined the feisty young woman would end up being such an important part of her life. She had found Mara adorable, with her pert, athletic figure, short black bob, and bright green cat’s-eye glasses, but she had assumed any involvement would be a passing fling. She knew what she wanted from a long-term relationship and hadn’t imagined that the girl would be able to give her—this.

  Looking around, Michelle saw the life she had always wished for and never imagined she would actually be able to have. The house they shared was in a lovely suburb, perfect for raising children. The table was set for the Sabbath dinner that would be a quiet affirmation of their faith. But most important of all, the intelligent, self-assured young woman at Michelle’s feet was not just her girlfriend and her partner, but her slave.

  Michelle took her time hanging up her coat and putting away her purse, knowing that waiting for her attention increased the feelings of ownership and objectification that a week of running her small bookstore made Mara so often crave. Finally, Michelle took the collar from where it rested in Mara’s hands and her girl looked up to meet her eyes.

  “I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,” Michelle said as she locked the cool steel band around Mara’s throat and, holding the collar in her hand, drew her lover up for a kiss.

  “Yours,” Mara said, “for as long as you want me.” The words, which the girl had once spoken out of fear and uncertainty, now sounded like a ritual promise. “Welcome home.”

  Mara’s throaty voice was an invitation that Michelle had no desire to resist, “Can the dinner you created for us tonight wait a while before we eat it?” Michelle asked. “I’ve suddenly had the desire to put something else in your mouth.”

  Her slave’s eyes flashed with desire as she answered, “Yes, ma’am. There’s nothing that won’t be just as good in a few hours.” />
  “Then do what you need to do with the food and meet me in the bedroom,” Michelle responded. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

  * * * *

  After putting the casserole in the refrigerator, Mara went into the bedroom to wait. She assumed the pose she knew her Mistress preferred, kneeling with her legs wide apart and her spine curved to press her face to the floor. Mara was, she had to admit, also quite fond of the position herself. She enjoyed how sensual and vulnerable it felt to have her ass and cunt so open to her Mistress’s view. It made her feel like an offering.

  When she heard the water in the shower stop, Mara quivered in anticipation but kept her forehead pressed to the floor. The door to the bathroom opened and she heard Michelle’s voice say, “Good girl” before she felt the cool, damp skin of her Mistress’s foot against the back of her shoulders, pressing her tighter to the ground.

  The increase in the curve of her spine was almost painful, but Mara loved the feeling of being under her Mistress’s control. She could hear Michelle toweling off above her, and she gasped and squirmed each time a drop of water fell down upon her heated skin.

  “A little excited, are we?” Michelle asked from above her head as she removed the weight from her foot and trailed her toes down the length of Mara’s spine.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Mara said, sighing as Michelle stepped away from her to hang up her towel.

  “Whatever am I going to do with you?”

  Mara closed her eyes and steeled herself for a moment to find the strength to say the words. “I am your slave, Mistress. You should do whatever you want.”

  “Very good, girl,” Michelle said, then sitting down on the bed, she continued. “Look at me.”

  Mara sat back on her heels and stared up at her Mistress.

  My mistress’s eyes are nothing like the sun, she thought, but they heat me all the same. Mara loved the look in Michelle’s eyes as her Mistress gazed down at her. It was hungry and certain, as though Mara was a possession that Michelle had long coveted and was finally in a position to take. Which, Mara supposed, was true.

  Mara could feel herself growing wetter just from the power in that stare. It was funny, she thought. If you had asked her five years ago to describe the woman she would fall in love with, she would have spun tales of lush, bosomy blondes fond of pin curls and red lipstick, not the slender, strong redhead who stood before her. Michelle wasn’t so much beautiful as she was handsome, and the contractor was far fonder of jeans and wife-beaters than rockabilly dresses. Still, Mara had never wanted anyone so much.

  It sometimes frightened Mara to know she would do almost anything Michelle requested of her, however humiliating or painful, just to have her love and her touch. In fact, in a way, she longed for Michelle to ask her for things she hated and feared. Submitting to things that were difficult for her always made Mara feel more truly like her beloved’s slave.

  Michelle reached into a bag she had placed on the bed before going into the shower and pulled out a strange metal contraption. It was composed of two curved bars and what seemed to be a ratcheting system. Mara had no idea what it was for until Michelle leaned towards her, kissed her on the forehead, and said, “Open your mouth.”

  Mara did as she was told, and her Mistress worked the two bars between her lips so they curved behind her teeth.

  “Grunt when it becomes painful,” Michelle said, then began forcing Mara’s mouth open with the ratchet.

  When her jaw had been widened to a point that was stressful, but not quite painful, Mara grunted at her Mistress, and Michelle locked the dental gag in place. Mara could feel herself drooling around the metal and was both horrified and turned on by how dehumanizing losing control of her mouth made her feel.

  “My beautiful little animal,” Michelle said, running a finger over Mara’s cheek before dipping it into her mouth and stroking the top of her palate, making her squirm.

  Mara tried to respond and found she couldn’t form words around the gag, only grunt.

  “You can’t even talk, can you?” Michelle moved another two fingers into Mara’s mouth, pushing them deep enough into her throat to make her gag before drawing back. “Now you really are just a series of holes for me to use.”

  Mara moaned around her Mistress’s fingers, loving the feeling of being so open and available to her every whim.

  Michelle fucked her girl’s mouth with her fingers for a little while, loving the sense of power it filled her with to see Mara drooling and gagging uncontrollably around her hand. When she pulled her fingers from her slave’s mouth, she smiled to see the combined look of relief and disappointment on the girl’s tear-covered face.

  “Don’t worry,” Michelle said, wiping her fingers on Mara’s cheek before walking around to the other side of the bed. “I’m not done with you yet.” Then she pulled her favorite cock and harness from the nightstand drawer.

  Mara looked at her with hunger in her eyes as Michelle slipped the base of the double-ended dildo deep inside her own body before securing it firmly with the leather straps. Michelle ran her hands over the long, firm pink cock where it now stuck out in front of her pelvis, and could feel it move against her clit and vibrate deep within her cunt as she jerked herself off for a moment before moving the tip of the dildo to rest between her slave’s waiting lips.

  “Do you think it will fit?” Michelle asked as Mara looked up at her with fear and anticipation in her eyes. “Or will I have to open you wider?” She grasped her slave’s hair in a firm handhold and slowly started to push her cock between the metal bars holding open her jaw.

  Fucking Mara’s mouth while she was wearing the dental gag was a fascinating experience. Her slave couldn’t work her cock with her lips and tongue the way she normally would when she was on her knees, but Michelle loved how deeply she could force herself into Mara’s throat with her jaw held so wide. The pleasure she was taking in the act came more from the power she felt at having so much control over her slave’s mouth than from the sensations of fucking her throat, and Michelle felt herself becoming more and more turned on. Tears streamed down her girl’s face while Michelle treated Mara’s mouth as just another gaping hole.

  The sight of Mara naked at her feet remained Michelle of the most beautiful things she had ever seen, and she couldn’t help smiling as she repeatedly forced the girl’s head deep onto her cock, making her groan and gag. Finally, when she began to worry that her slave couldn’t take it any more, she pulled out of her mouth.

  “Climb up onto the bed and bend over, little animal,” Michelle said. “You have other holes for me to violate before I’ll be ready to welcome in the Sabbath.”

  Mara shivered at her Mistress’s words before clambering up onto the bed. Her jaw ached and her throat was sore from dental gag and the pressure of the big latex cock in her mouth, but if anything it had only made her want Michelle more. Every moment of pain, ever second of gagging humiliation, had increased Mara’s desire to be fucked.

  Spreading her knees as wide as she could, Mara bent over with her cunt and ass in the air. The continuing presence of the dental gag in her mouth made her feel deliciously dehumanized and open and like nothing more than a toy for her Mistress’s use. It was erotic to have a woman as incredible as Michelle want her so much that she would choose to use her for her pleasure, and Mara loved the sensation of being just a body to for her owner to hurt and violate at will.

  Mara moaned at the feeling of Michelle’s cock pressing against the entrance to her cunt.

  “You want that, do you, little animal?” Michelle pushed Mara’s face into the bed and held her still. “You want your Mistress’s cock?”

  Mara tried to push back onto Michelle’s cock, but her Mistress’s hand on her neck wouldn’t let her move, and she moaned in frustration.

  “You little slut,” Mara felt the fingers of Michelle’s other hand reach around her body to toy between her legs. “Do you realize you’re dripping wet?”

  Mara grunted around the dental
gag and tried to push back onto her lover’s fingers.

  “In fact,” Michelle said, pulling back her hips and making Mara whine in desperation, “you’re so wet, I bet I wouldn’t need any extra lube if I decided to fuck your ass instead.”

  Mara suddenly stilled as the head of her Mistress’s cock moved to press against her tight pink hole.

  “We’ve been talking about my doing that more, haven’t we, little animal?” Michelle worked two fingers into Mara’s cunt as she asked the question. “My using your sweet little ass?”

  The feeling of her Mistress’s fingers inside her was incredible, but Mara was afraid to move because if she did, she knew just where that cock would go. Suddenly the latex she had so recently ached to have inside her seemed too large and frightening to take.

  Although Mara regularly fantasized about Michelle holding her down and fucking her ass, the truth was that she feared it as well. They’d done some anal play with fingers and toys, but Michelle had never actually fucked her from behind. Mara wasn’t even sure if she wanted her to, or if the fantasy was hot only because it was something she feared.

  After having her lover’s cock in her mouth, Mara had already wanted to be fucked so badly that she felt like she would cry, and the sensation of Michelle’s fingers inside of her only increased her desire more. They weren’t quite what she so desperately craved, but they were so close and she whimpered around the gag as she felt her Mistress’s fingers withdraw and her cock move as Michelle slowly covered the latex with Mara’s fluids.

  Again and again, Michelle dipped her fingers into her lover’s body and moved the liquid to her cock, until Mara couldn’t take the teasing any longer and slowly started to push back against the latex.

  “Good girl.” Michelle’s voice was husky behind her, and Mara felt the pressure on her ass increase. “Hold still a moment,” she continued, then there was a cool, liquid sensation as Michelle grabbed the lube from the nightstand and poured it over her cock.