Too hot to handle
Authors: Liz Gavin
Too hot to handle
Liz
Gavin
Too hot to handle
Copyright
2013 by Liz Gavin
Published
by Elessar Books
All
rights reserved, including the right to publish this book or portions thereof
(except for reviews, news media reports, brief quotes with attribution, and
purposes of promotion of this book or other novels by Liz Gavin) in any form
whatsoever.
This
book is a work of fiction. All characters in this novel are fictitious. Any
resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.
The material in this book is for mature audiences only
because it contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the
age of 18 only.
All participants in sexual activities within this book are
over the age of 18.
Table of Contents
Sexy novels
Upside Down
-
Complete
Edition
Upside Down – The Serials
Steamy
short stories & Collections
Halloween no Clube
Desire
(Portuguese Edition)
No
Clube Desire
(Portuguese Edition)
Maureen’s Tale
(The Dark Side Series Book 1)
Maureen’s Lesson
(The Dark Side Series Book 2)
Maureen’s Reward
(The Dark Side Series Book 3)
Sem
Força
(Portuguese Edition)
“Give up,
woman. It’s no use.”
“I’ll never
give up on you. You’re mine.”
“I’m not
yours, or anybody else’s for that matter. Now, get off of my bed.”
Marie-Claudette
ignores me, the angry, naked man lying beneath her and leans down to kiss me
again. She’s tied me to the bed and is straddling me. But no amount of cajoling
on her part has been able to make my dick get hard and cooperate with the
seduction she had planned so carefully.
She has been
harassing me for months now. I don’t know why she thinks she’s in love with me.
I’m used to women flirting with me. With my looks and money, that’s a given.
But they know when they’re not wanted. That’s just not the case with
Marie-Claudette. And it’s not a good idea to be rude to her or openly defy her.
She’s a powerful witch, you know. So, I lay there hoping she gets tired of this
useless pursuit.
She shoves
her tongue inside my mouth and I feel nauseated. I want it to end. I would pump
my dick into action if I could and if it meant the torture would end. But I’m
helpless.
She’s
getting angry about the whole situation. Good, maybe she’ll let me be now.
“What’s
going to take for you to fuck me?”
“I would if
I could, believe me. Too bad my cock is not in the mood today.”
“It’s never
in the mood. I’m getting tired of this. I love you and all, but I’ve got my
needs, you know.”
Marie-Claudette
gets off of me and stands beside the bed looking down at me. She seems very
angry and unsure of what to do next. After a few moments, she bends down to
grab her clothes and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Very well,
then. It’s your choice. But if I can’t have you, no one else will.”
She gets
dressed and starts moving in circles around the big four-posted bed. She’s
chanting in a strange language I don’t understand. It sounds like French but it
isn’t. I start to panic but there’s nothing I
can
do to stop the crazy
woman. She’s casting a spell on me.
“Marcel
Revault, I curse thee to stay in this house forever more. Nobody comes in and
nobody goes out after I leave today.”
***
That’s how I
became a ghost in this huge, beautiful French Quarter mansion. She left there,
tied to the bed. I screamed until my voice disappeared. I cried. I prayed but
Marie-Claudette never came back and her spell prevented people from hearing me
or entering the house.
My friends
must have assumed I got myself entangled with some married lady with a jealous
and dangerous husband and had to disappear from town for a while. I had done it
before so it would be a fair bet.
The spell
was lifted only when the witch died, many years later. And my body had turned
to dust in the heat and damp of New Orleans. So when the government seized my
properties for lack of an heir and sold the house, I wasn’t even a memory any
more.
Now, I’m
bound to the house but I don’t complain about it. Although there’s an art
gallery on the ground floor, this is in fact a very busy and exclusive sex club
named Desire. I get to participate in many interesting little scenes. People
can be quite kinky.
But my
favorite is a client called Clara. She’s a movie star and she’s one of the few
people who can see me and interact with me. Most people can do that only when
they’re sleeping. But that’s not the case with my little Clara. The naughty
woman loves that, actually.
I heard the
manager talking to her on the phone earlier and found out she’s coming tonight.
My dick has been hard ever since the phone call. She’s so hot. She’s a gorgeous
tall woman with a curvaceous body and flaming red hair. All these attributes
bought her ticket out of Gutterville, Nowhere, USA to the big screen. Granted,
she started in porn but now she’s a respected actress.
I sense her
coming and rush to the front door. She’s wearing heavy make-up: purple eye
shadow to highlight her dark green eyes, vibrant red lipstick and just a touch
of blush. I can see she’s wearing no bra under a white see-through top with
long transparent sleeves that she wears under a black leather corset. It
fastens under her large breasts, pushing them up a bit. She’s wearing black
silk stockings and my favorite black leather mini skirt. I bet the stockings
are held on the top of her generous thighs by red garters. It’s her trademark,
along with her black lacy panties.
Her large
breasts are my favorite feature and I squeeze them slightly and pinch her
nipples as she stands at the door, waiting for the hostess to come. She smiles
at me and I see a shiver of pleasure travels down her spine. I bet a gush of
hot liquid is forming in her cunt.
She can’t
talk to me out loud but I can read her mind and she knows it. So, she tells me
that after ditching her band of P.A.’s, body guards and fans and leaving the
hotel undetected, Clara walked to Club Desire. It’s not far from her luxurious
suite at the Omni Royal Orleans, but because of the paparazzi she had to
disguise herself and got out of the hotel though a back door. After a 10-minute
walk up Royal Street, she arrived at the little art gallery. It looks so
innocent on the outside. But a passer-by would never guess what really goes on
in the rest of the place.
“Good
evening, Madam.”
A stunning
brunette, with the face of an angel and a perfect body made for sin, wrapped in
black leather and wearing impossibly high heels, greets her at the door to the
Club. She smiles sweetly at Clara, dimples and all.
“Hello. I’ve
booked the Golden Suite for tonight.”
No names are
necessary, here.
“Yes, madam,
it’s ready for you. Would you like to have a drink at the bar before going up?”
“No, just
take me to the suite. I don’t have much time tonight. And make sure Sam knows
I’ve already arrived.” Then she adds, as a second thought. “Please.”
Clara is a
powerful person in Hollywood and she’s used to ordering people around. Not here,
though. In Club Desire she’s the best sub any Dom could wish for. Tonight, Sam
is going to be the lucky bastard. He’s one of her favorites. I don’t blame her.
He’s very good at what he does and he’s gorgeous as hell.
The
beautiful young woman nods and takes Clara straight to the top floor where the
largest suite had been booked in advance.
“The scene
has been set following your instructions, Madam. We hope you like it.”
“I’ll check
it out now. If there’s any problem, I’ll call you. What’s your name?”
“It’s Jenny,
Madam.”
“Very well, Jenny.
Thank you.”
“Is there
anything else I can do for you tonight, Madam?”
“No, that’ll
be all.”
When the
brunette leaves her alone, Clara takes her time checking the suite out. It
looks like an old Venetian ballroom decorated for an extravagant masquerade.
The furniture is old European style; not very practical but extremely gracious.
The huge four-poster bed is covered with red and golden cushions over a black
brocade bedspread. She can hear faint music as she moves around the room.
Everything is there, according to her instructions. Except for Sam, of course.
She turns to me, now that we’re alone.
“Sam loves
to keep me on my toes, sometimes literally. I prefer when he makes my toes
curl, though. Oh, God! What’s taking him so long? I can feel the liquid heat
pooling between my legs. This anticipation is killing me. I’m sure knows that,
the bastard.”
“Clara, my
dear, you know he has a day job. He must’ve gotten held up. Nobody would keep
you waiting if they could be with you instead. I can keep you company and maybe
warm you up while we wait.”
She laughs
at my joke. Sam doesn’t know I exist and he’d be very angry if his sub started
her party without him.
Sam drives
carriages around the French Quarter. Surprisingly enough, this is a great way
for picking up dates. There’s always a lonely tourist doing some touristic
stuff thinking they are getting a real taste of what Nola! Most of them would like
to get a taste of Sam, instead. Women
and
men, alike. He’s got a square
jaw, dark blue eyes and black hair. He’s 5’7” and his muscled body is framed by
golden skin.
Business has
been slow lately, with the tourists vanishing and the city looking so run-down.
Luckily, his good looks had landed him this gig at Club Desire a few years ago.
He helps the clients fulfill their kinkiest fantasies. Since this is an invitation/referral-only
kind of place, the owners pay good money for the employees’ silence. The
members are some of the biggest celebrities in the world, but you’ll never hear
them mention this place.
“My dick has
been throbbing all day at the thought of your long legs wrapping around my
waist, your feet locking behind my back as I bang you without mercy and make
your beautiful tits spill out of your soft leather corset.”
Clara blows
me a kiss and winks at me as she gets to the center of the room, her pulse
accelerates and she feels the air changing all around her. There’s a strange energy
in the room now. Sam is coming and she doesn’t have time to answer me.
Sam’s voice
sounds from behind her. She had been so distracted she didn’t hear him coming
in. His deep, masculine growl rolls over her body, sending a delicious shudder
down her spine and playing with her already wet and aching sex. His tone is
unmistakable.
“Why are you
standing there still dressed? Don’t you know better than that, cat?”
Sam uses the
pet name he’s given her at the Club as if she needed a reminder of who’s in
charge now.
“Keep your
eyes down and strip for me. Slowly. If you please me enough, I might consider a
kinder punishment.”
Sam is
unaware of the third party in the room. Although he feels something different
in the air, and all his body hair is standing, he puts it down to his primitive
lust for Clara.
“It’s been
too long since I last fucked you. You shouldn’t take that long to come visit
us, you know. Now I’ll have to control myself not to rush your scene. I’ve been
fighting a hard-on for most of the day. The only thing I could think about was
your hot mouth sucking me dry.”
He sits down
on the bed to watch his cat get naked. She’s a vision. Her large breasts are
almost spilling out of the cleavage. He’s dying to have them in his huge hands
to do with them whatever he wants to. His dick is getting hard again.
I’m a few
feet away, leaning on the wall and watching Clara, who’s about to start her
little private peep-show. My crotch gets tight and my cock is fully alert. My
proximity affects her and her breathing changes. It gets heavier, more excited.
I can almost hear her heart beating. I get closer and run my hand over one long
leg. Her sharp intake of air and sigh are so loud that Sam can hear her.
“What’s the
matter, pet? Am I bothering you?” He asks, raising a perfect eyebrow.
“No, Sir!
Absolutely not! It’s just that I’m so excited I’ve got goose bumps all over my
body.”
She replies,
keeping her eyes cast down as he had commanded her to do.
“Is that
right? Can I do that to you just by watching you? Well, then, tell me exactly
how you feel as you undress for me, cat. Let me know what else I can make you
feel.”
Clara
sensuously stretches her arms above her head, rolling her hips as she slowly
runs her hands over her body and reaches back for the zipper. She opens it and I
run my fingers over the soft skin that she slowly reveals. This is a little
game we love to play. She tells her Dom he’s doing to her what I’m doing. It’s
very hot and they have no clue what’s really going on. She gets turned on, I
get a hard-on and everybody wins.
“It’s like
your hands are on my body, Sir. As the cool air touches my bare skin it’s like
your fingers are running all over my body.”
She rubs her
soft, strong hands, along her thighs, kneading the flesh and torturing both me
and Sam as the skimpy piece of clothing travels over her perfect legs down to
the floor. I kneel in front of her and place a gentle kiss on her navel just
above her sex.
“I can feel
your hot breathe on me, Sir, on my belly, on my crotch and on my cunt.”
She
continues her narrative, following his instructions but wickedly following her
words with her own hands.
“That’s so
hot.”
Sam can
hardly get the words out through his clenched teeth. His dick is so hard his
pants seem uncomfortable. Her movements hypnotize him. She’s so responsive.
“I feel
your hands on my breasts, Sir.”
She cups her
breasts and lifts them up to him, showing off her perfect tits and making them
pop out of the white thin top. Her brown nipples are two hard pebbles offering
themselves to Sam, begging for him to suck them. His cock jerk and his mouth go
dry. He swallows hard and runs his tongue over his parched lips. When Clara
starts unhooking her corset, Sam barks. His voice sounds hoarse and strangled.
