The Best of Lexie Bay - Volume Two

By Lexie Bay

Relive more of Lexie's short stories in this second anthology, where you'll discover new delights at an award ceremony after party, enjoy the heat with a hot summer fling and bring out your voyeuristic side at a masquerade ball that takes a turn to the dark side. You'll find millionaires, Doms and bad boys, get a taste for the wild side and discover some very interesting kinks!

 

Lose yourself in Lexie's fantasy world and get hot under the collar with "The Best of Lexie Bay – Volume Two". Nine stories, originally published between 2013 and 2017, now all in one place for a whole night of pleasure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexie Bay
• Release date: Apr 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224801466

Lexie Bay

Lexie lives in Brighton with her family and spends her days creating stories to excite and entertain. She loves the adrenaline rush of the unexpected, revels in the heat of the sun, likes to lose herself in the realms of fantasy and has a thing for smells that take her back to her childhood. She started writing to immerse herself in a world where women are adored and men fall at their feet but she soon realised that sometimes they do that so you can stomp all over them in your stiletto boots! Ever since then she's been creating stories that stay true to her original romantic dream while exploring the erotic, the kinky and the totally wicked. Her style covers all sorts of desires and dabbles in both retro and contemporary naughtiness, but often with a twist of humour. Let go of your inhibitions and submerge yourself in worlds where longing and passion are just the tip of the iceberg.

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For Tabitha for reminding me why I do this and for my girls for reminding me that I can xx

Introduction

These stories were written between 2013 and 2017 while I still had quieter evenings to create them.

Now that my family has grown, I have quiet days to fill instead, and I am excited to be working on so many new stories to bring to you this year.

In the meantime, I hope you enjoy these as much as I have loved revisiting them.

Love Lexie xx

The Best of Lexie Bay – Volume Two

Contents

Eat Me

originally published in Smut for Chocoholics – Tales of Indulgence by Kev Mitnik Blisse & Tilly Hunter in 2013

Best Supporting Actress

originally published in Sex Toy Stories 2 by Ravenous Romance in 2013

Teaching Her to Play

originally published in Hot Summer Flings by Ravenous Romance in 2014

Corporate Punishment

originally published in 2014

Playing With the Big Boys

originally published in Athletic Aesthetic by Kojo Black in 2015

Sophie’s Secret

originally publish in Sexy Just Got Rich by The Brit Babes in 2015

Masquerade

originally published in Gratis: Transformation by Hedonist Six in 2014

Inflataballs

originally published in Sexy Just Got Kinky by The Brit Babes in 2016

Innocent Lies

originally published in the Brit Boy Box Set by The Brit Babes in 2017

Eat Me

Icheck my watch; he should be here any minute. The handwritten instructions he left this morning were very specific and I have followed them to the letter, because I want tonight to be perfect. I pick up the heavy cream writing paper that he always uses and breathe in the smell of the aftershave he has sprayed it with. Even his writing is strong and masculine, the pen leaving indents in the paper just as his fingers leave prints on my skin. I close my eyes in anticipation of what will come later.

I’m wearing exactly what he had delivered to the house earlier. I smile as I remember the excitement of opening the big white box. Nestled inside were the basque and the stockings that are now on my body. No-one has ever sent me such beautiful underwear before. I stroke my fingers over the smooth satin and the soft lace that now hugs my curves, flattering my voluptuous hourglass shape. The dark chocolate brown of the fabric, identical to the colour of my hair, makes my pale skin look luminescent in the candlelight.

Dan likes to fuck me by candlelight and I like to make him happy so there are plenty dotted around the living room and bedroom. He likes to trace the shadows on my skin, watching my bruises flowering like the silhouettes the flickering lights create. The heady scent of their perfume brings welcome memories of the way he will use my body when he returns from the office and I check my makeup in the half light of the bedroom. My eyes are dark and heavy lidded and my lips scream a scarlet slash across my face. I know that when he has finished with me my lips will be swollen and my face will be smeared, dark tracks of mascara tracing the tears he will bring to my eyes with each violation of my skin, turning it from white to pink and if I am a good girl, on to a deep heated red, making it hard for me to sit tomorrow.

I have scattered the rose petals in a trail from the sofa to the bed and over the crisp white sheets. I check my handiwork and I can’t wait to rumple these sheets later, soiling them with lube and the aftermath of our fucking, lying exhausted in the mess that we have made together. In our bed.

I go to the kitchen and re-arrange the dark chocolate truffles that were delivered by hand by the local chocolatier. The smell of them has permeated the atmosphere of the loft and it makes my mouth water. I know that they will melt in my mouth and I wonder if I could get away with eating just one. The taste will linger on my lips and he will know what I have done, which will mean certain retribution. I reach out towards the temptation, then jump as I hear his key in the front door.

It is as though he knew I was about to disobey him. I slip my high heels on and move back to the living room, arranging myself on the sofa exactly as he has requested, my arms above my head and one knee bent so that he can see the split of the crotchless knickers he included in my parcel. I feel wanton and sexy and my nipples are so hard they hurt. I hope he will recreate this pain for me later with the vicious clamps he keeps for special occasions. I bite my lip hoping that he will approve of what he finds when he walks through the door.

I can hear him in the hallway and picture him hanging up his jacket, placing his briefcase just so and putting his shoes neatly on the rack. I adore his attention to detail, the strange habits he has, the order that he maintains in his life. Then I see his silhouette in the doorway and I catch my breath. He never fails to make my stomach flip, his sheer presence and the way his suit and shirt hug his body making my pussy wet.

Hey beautiful, he says walking towards me, I see you got my gift.

Hi, baby. I did thank you, I say, my eyes never leaving his. It’s beautiful. I love it. It’s the most amazing underwear I’ve ever had. I watch him as he walks towards me. Is it everything you imagined? I stretch a little so that he can appreciate the exquisite detail of the underwear. His eyes burn darkly as he runs them over me and a soft smile curls his lips.

You make it look incredible, sweetheart. Now, come here.

I stand and walk towards him, noticing with delight that his cock is already straining against the crotch of his trousers. He opens his arms and I snuggle against him, my lips finding his. His mouth is warm but he is still cold from the frigid night air and I gasp as his icy hands slide over my skin. I want him to slip them inside the soft fabric of my knickers and slide his fingers into my heated cunt.

Instead he walks me towards the island which separates the living area from the kitchen. Turning me around he bends me over it. The cool white marble surface makes my nipples even harder and they press agonisingly against the soft cups of the basque, desperate to be freed, pinched, twisted; a direct line to my pussy, each tweak causing a response in my clit.

He watches my reaction, his eyes sliding over my curves and his fingers delicately trace my suspenders to the tops of my stockings. He pushes my thigh with his knee and I spread my legs for him. He strokes the curve of my arse and I hold my breath, desperate for his touch. My pussy is exposed between the edges of the crotchless panties and I know that it is glistening in the candlelight, so wet for him, aching for his cock, his fingers, his tongue.

He rewards me with a stinging slap across the back of my thighs and I cry out, my body jerking. A gush of liquid coats my pussy and he laughs softly.

You like that baby? he asks, tracing the pale pink hand print his slap has left on my skin. It looks so pretty. I love how you mark so easily. Look how wet you are, babygirl.

As he speaks he slides a cool finger into the hot velvet folds of my pussy. I murmur his name, my face pressed against the marble. All I can focus on is the sensations his finger is causing throughout my body. In and out, slow and gentle, my pussy clenching as it tries to hold him inside. He leans down and kisses my shoulder, continuing his tease and then he removes it and leaves me, bereft as he disappears into the bedroom.

I know better than to move, although my body’s desperate need for his brutal punishment almost makes me look up. I know he will be angry if I do and I want him happy tonight. He will beat me anyway; I know that he loves it as much as I do and I want his slow seduction rather than his fierce anger tonight, even though I love both. So I hold my pose, my legs quivering with the wide stance he has placed me in.

I hear him return and then he is binding my wrists above my head and attaching me to some of the hooks he has strategically placed around the loft. The silk rope bites into my flesh and I moan, my desire for him bubbling over. He restrains my ankles the same way and then he kneels between my thighs, his mouth level with my pussy. I love to have his eyes on me, it makes me wet when he takes the time to appreciates every inch of me so close up. He leans his cheek against my inner thigh and then slowly teases me, dropping little kisses up my leg, edging ever closer to his goal. I can feel my pussy contracting, the juices slickening my lips and I am more than ready for him. With feather light licks he moves from the hard bud of my clit, making me wriggle against my ties, burrowing through my swollen lips and then moving further north. I moan as I realise what he has in mind, my body convulsing, pulling against my shackles.

His tongue reaches my arse and he laps gently at the tight pucker, holding my thighs with his big hands. I gasp and sigh as he probes me, the tip of his tongue violating this most private place. He loves to penetrate me anally and he is the only man I have ever allowed to do it. It’s not just that I can’t deny him anything; his pleasure when I give in is so intense it only serves to heighten every experience we share. I love to feel the sting as his swollen head breaches the tight ring of muscle; love to feel him slide the full length of his cock into the tight passage, making me forget myself as he pounds me into the most intense orgasms I have ever had.

I feel the cool slide of the lube as he drips it over me and then the press of his fingertip impaling me. Please, I whisper, unable to hold myself back and he responds, sliding in deeper then slipping another alongside. I catch my breath, my muscles tightening against the intrusion and then relaxing as I force myself to breathe. I want him everywhere at once, my pussy tight and hot, and I wish he would fuck me. I want his cock and his fingers, I want him to fill both holes; to use me, but I can tell from the gentle sliding of his fingers that this is going to be a slow burn rather than a frantic, rough fuck.

He spanks me again, my flesh wobbling at the force of his blow and I jerk backwards, his fingers sliding deeper inside me. I can feel the heat spreading across my bum, matching the mark on my thigh and I hear him grunt his appreciation. I try to imagine what he can see as he kneels behind me, the satin and lace of my underwear and the stockings outlining the white and pink of my flesh and my arsehole stretched to accommodate his thick fingers.

He removes his fingers and stands up. I wonder if he will fuck me now.

You look so beautiful like that, he says as he moves into the kitchen area and I whimper as I realise what he has gone to get. He keeps a wooden spatula in the drawer, a taunting reminder every time I cook for him. It hurts, but I want him to hurt me tonight. My nipples ache and my skin prickles with goosebumps as I anticipate the pain he will inflict on me.

I’m going to give you five baby and I want you to count, he says as he slides the wood across my cheeks.

Yes, I gasp and then he brings it down onto my flesh.

One, I cry, the hot sting making me jump.

He brings it down again on the same cheek and I can feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Two, I gasp.

He changes position and slaps it onto the other side. The virgin flesh burns quickly. Three, I say, almost forgetting to count as I get lost in the pleasure/pain that he is inflicting on me.

He gives me the next two blows quickly and I struggle to count the four and five he has demanded. When it is done, he strokes my burning cheeks and kisses me, pulling my head back by my hair so that he can reach my lips.

Good girl, he says, as you took that so well, I think you deserve a little treat.

Thank you, I whisper.

He trickles more lube over my gaping hole, my legs burning with the effort of holding this pose for him. I can hear him gliding more over his cock, ensuring a smooth entrance when he fucks me. He is working it down the length of the shaft and as he does, his finger probes me again. I am more than ready for him and he notches the head of his huge dick against my tight hole.

Relax angel, he said, I’m going make you cum so hard you’ll struggle to stay upright. It’s a good job I have you tied.

His words make my pussy gush and he pushes against me. That’s it baby, relax and let me in. Let me fuck that tight little arse. I want to feel you squeezing me. As he speaks he is pushing into me and I squeal as the first burn of the muscle turns into intense pleasure as he breaches my ring.

Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it baby, take it all in.

The lube helps him slide and it doesn’t take long before he is buried in me. I can feel him deep inside me, the rub of his cock inside my bum making me feel dirty and wicked. I love him, love what he does to me, how he pushes my boundaries and yet always keeps me safe.

He fucks me hard, his cock pounding me. I tell him how good it feels, ask him to fuck me harder, give me more and he slips his fingers round to my clit, squeezing and stroking me towards the orgasm that I can feel building inside. I know that he is close too, his voice gravelly with lust, the words he is using getting meaner, dirtier as his cock takes over his brain.

That’s it you dirty little slut, he growls, slamming into me, his balls slapping against my pussy, you love me filling your arse, don’t you.

I moan my agreement, his words pushing me over the edge.

Oh Dan, I gasp, I’m so close, baby, so close. Oh God! and then I’m cumming, my pussy clenching around nothing, my arse tightening around him, his cock pounding me again and again until he’s cumming too with a grunt of animal lust and I can feel him filling me, his spunk hot, his cock throbbing inside me.

My skin is on fire, from the beating and then the relentless pounding of his body against mine. It is like he has branded me, marked me as his and I am shaking as he gently slides out of me. He wipes me, and then unties the ropes. I stand upright slowly so as not to collapse but I am so weak that he has to hold me. He guides me to the sofa and wraps me in one of the blankets draped across the back of it.

Wait there baby, he says smiling and disappears into the bathroom.

I am warm and sated, my skin tingling and a little sore and it feels as though he still has his hands on me. I close my eyes to hold myself in the moment and wait for him to return.

When he does come back he is wrapped in a white towelling dressing gown which emphasises his broad back and clings to his perfect arse. He has the body of an athlete, honed to perfection in the gym and on his bicycle at weekends. His shoulders are powerful and his thighs are solid. He is all man and he makes me feel protected. When he wraps me in his arms I never want to leave.

You OK, sweetheart? he asks opening a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses. I nod as he hands one to me and sits down next to me, holding out his arm so that I can snuggle into him. I sip the cool liquid and wrap my arm across his stomach.

He slips the blanket off my shoulder and looks at my new underwear. I lean back so he can fully appreciate the way the cups squeeze my breasts and he grins.

I knew this would look amazing when I saw it in the shop, but you’ve surpassed my expectations, darling. I’ve never seen you look more beautiful. Your hair all mussed up, your make up smudged and your skin marked by my hand.

I kiss him, my emotions too much to allow me to speak. Our tongues entwine and he pulls me tight against him until I can feel his heartbeat against mine.

Are you hungry? he asks and I wonder if he is going to feed me the truffles. Only I have something for you. Something I want you to do for me.

I look at him, trying to work out what he could mean.

I’m starving, I say, realising that the intense sex has left me feeling ravenous. I wonder if he wants me to suck his cock but he gets up and goes out into the hallway. I’m intrigued when he returns with a medium sized white box. It looks like a cake box, the sort you get from the patisserie for take-out, but he is hiding the writing from me. I try to see and he laughs blocking my view further.

Patience, he grins.

He places the box in front of me and gestures for me to open it. I sit forward so that he can appreciate my legs and cleavage as I do so, then pull the box towards me and slowly open the lid. I gasp. Inside is a huge piece of chocolate cake. Not just any chocolate cake though, this cake is legendary. I have wanted to taste this since I was a child. I remember telling him about it when we first got together and it makes my heart burst that he remembered.

How did you get this? I ask. You can only get this in America!

For you baby, anything.

I look up at him, my eyes shining and see that he is hard again. He’s hard because he bought me cake. I’m confused but I like it. I dip my finger into the soft fudge topping drawing it through it until my finger is coated. I lift it to my lips and with my eyes fixed on his I slowly suck the creamy confection off it.

Don’t tease me, he growls. Take off that blanket and spread your legs.

I do as I am told and he sits down opposite me.

I want to watch you eat it.

I look up at him, the raw desire in his voice making my eyes wide. I go to get up to fetch a fork but he barks at me to sit back down.

I want you to eat it with your hands and I want you to make it messy. Enjoy it, savour the flavour. I want to see the pleasure on your face.

I look at the huge piece of cake and try to mentally calculate the calories. He sees me hesitate and looks menacingly at me.

Baby, you don’t need to give a shit how many calories are in that damn slice, because by the time you’ve finished eating it I can guarantee you I will be ready to fuck every single last one of them off of you.

I giggle and with a sigh of pleasure I pull off a chunk of the sticky sweetness and pop it into my mouth.

Oh God! That is unbelievably good, I mumble, my mouth full of cake. A smudge of fudge topping smears the corner of my mouth and sticks to my lip. I go to wipe it off but Dan stops me, gripping my wrist so tightly it burns.

Don’t you dare, he growls, it looks sexy. I want to see it smeared all over your face.

My heart beats faster, as I remember the last time he wanted to see something smeared all over my face.

I pick up another chunk, my fingers sticky with the thick chocolate sauce that is laced throughout the slice. I slide it into my mouth, making sure that it smears on my lips. The sponge is moist and light; the layers stuck together with a sort of whipped mousse and throughout there are chunks of milk and dark chocolate which melt in my mouth. I close my eyes and enjoy the myriad of different textures and flavours. My hand rests on my thigh and leaves a trail of chocolaty fingerprints. I open my eyes and catch him looking at the gap between my basque and