Hot Ride(16)

The eerie sound of scuttling in the bushes sent shivers down her spine.  She walked a little faster. She thought she heard an engine in the  distance, and glanced back, but couldn't see any lights. Of course, the  slope of the hill and the trees would block her view of any vehicle  until it was fairly close. The sound seemed to be getting louder,  though.

She was wearing a white dress, making her fairly visible, which was  great for not getting hit, but not so good for trying to stay out of  sight. She walked to the far side of the shoulder, looking for a place  where the ditch wasn't too deep so she could scurry in behind the brush.  She glanced back and saw the glow of headlights from the other side of  the hill. The approaching vehicle seemed to be moving pretty fast. She  stepped carefully down the slight incline of the ditch, watching her  footing on the grassy surface.

A crackle caught her off guard, then the bushes rustled. A sharp screech  escaped her throat as something leaped toward her. She jumped back,  then twisted around and lurched toward the road, her heart thundering in  her chest. A light flashed in her eyes-a single headlight-as her heel  caught on the pavement and she tumbled forward. The animal bound across  the road and tires screeched, then the approaching motorcycle swerved  and spun around, barely missing her as her hands hit the ground.

The driver gained control of his bike, then leaped off it.

"Shit! What the fuck, lady? Are you fucking insane?"

She shivered as she stared up at the tall, muscular man in jeans and a  black leather jacket, silhouetted by the light of the single headlight  behind him.

He offered his hand and she reached for it, then he lifted her to her feet, none too gently.

"I could have been killed. You could have been killed. What the fuck are you doing walking around in the dark?"

She just stared at him, adrenaline pumping through her, as he pulled off his helmet, revealing dark spiky hair.

Oh, God, when she'd feared someone scary would come driving by, this is exactly what she'd had in mind. Only this was worse.

What would he do once he calmed down and realized she was out here all alone. She shuddered.





The Office Slave

by Opal Carew



Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life …

Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her latest read, she's developed  a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of  four incredibly hot business partners. Never in her wildest dreams did  she think she'd have the opportunity to live out her fantasy... until  her friend decides to make it happen. Now she's about to become an  office slave …  to four hunky men she's never even met. But faced with the  reality, can she actually go through with it?         

     



 



Excerpt



Her gaze locked with Slade, the only man here who hadn't fucked her yet.  Her heartbeat began to race again as she thought of him pushing that  big monster of his into her. She glanced at the bulge in his pants.

He smiled as he noticed the direction of her gaze.

"Follow me." He turned and walked to the door.

She obeyed. Once he left the room, instead of turning left to return to  the offices, he turned right, then led her down the short hallway to an  exit at the end.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

He pushed open the door, ignoring her question.

"Come here, slave."

She trembled in excitement when he called her slave, and responded to  the no nonsense tone of his voice immediately. She stepped toward the  doorway and peered through it.

She sighed as she realized it was some kind of storage area, or maybe  loading dock, with the concrete floors and utility-style lighting. Then  she noticed the motorcycle, every bit as big as the one she'd seen him  getting off this morning, standing a couple of yards from one wall.

He nodded toward the bike and she walked to it. She could feel him behind her, big and masculine. Close.

She was alone in this garage-like space with a big, bad boy biker. And  she was his slave. Her insides quivered at the thought. She stopped in  front of the big machine and stroked the black, leather seat, then  turned to face him.

"I saw you watching me when I arrived this morning, and got the impression you liked the idea of being with a biker."

At thoughts of this big biker with his huge cock filling her, all she could manage was a nod.

His gaze locked on hers and he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged  it over his head, then tossed it aside. Her gaze locked on his broad  chest and chiseled abs.

"Even a slave deserves a treat sometimes."