Author: Edited by Valerie Gray; Stories by: Matthew Dyne, Rosalía Zizzo, Lynn Lake, Kris Anderson, Mykola Dementiuk, Michele Arnesen, J. Wellington Thorpe and Valerie Gray
About: Volume II of this exciting new series, edited by the enigmatic Valerie Gray, promises to be just as sinful, delightful, and taboo insightful with nine stories from a variety of writers across the whole spectrum of strange fleshly delights. A young girl named Beatrice is subjected to three kinky moments as her coming-of-age ritual. A woman confesses how she gives in to a Master, keeping such secrets from her husband. A dog is more than man's best friend, but a woman's competition . A nymphet seduces her grandfather and a teen vixen writes erotic emails to her father. A young man discovers the secret sins between his father and sister. A young lady collects condoms for future use, holding them gold coins in her hand. Need we say more? Find out for yourself!
I was his slave girl. I imagined he owned me and could make me do anything he wanted, and I couldn't refuse. He untied my shirt from around my wrists and ordered me to take my hands out of it, and he began to rub his penis through his trousers. I knew he was going to have me suck him, but I wanted to be fucked, so I cried out No, No.
He knew what I wanted, but he wasn't going to give it to me. He pretended to be sadistic. He was going to make me do what he wanted. "You don't have a choice," he said. His smile was scary, but it was also adorable. He walked to the bed and sat down and spread his legs. "Come Here," he said. When I didn't move he ordered, "Come Here!"
I pretended to be really scared, and I crawled to him. I was his pet, his victim, and his property. I had no choice but to do what he wanted. My subjugation and crawling made him so hard he had to adjust his penis. He smiled. I couldn't tell if he was happy, wanted to kill me, or was going to impale me. He played me, and I followed like a lovesick puppy. I crawled on hands and knees and groveled. I would have done anything he asked, anything he wanted, anything he told me to do, and if I didn't he would have made me.
"I'm not going to repeat myself," he said. "You know what I want, and you're going to give it to me."
Please fuck me, I thought. Please.
"Unzip me, and take it out," he said.
I crawled to him and unzipped his zipper, as slowly as I possibly could.
"Cute," he said. "Now you're being a good girl."