OUT NOW IN AUDIO—Multi-Orgasmic Vol 3 by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) and Narrated by Frankie Holland (@voiceoffholland) #erotica #audio #audiobooks #audible

Love erotic short stories? Then check out this third collection of sexy short fiction from the pen of award-winning erotica author Lucy Felthouse.

Felthouse is back with a third volume of her popular short stories. Heating you up this time are tales of tattooed bad boys, unusual bondage, female domination, women taking matters into their own hands, outdoor encounters with strangers, indoor encounters with husbands, spanking, and even a Valentine’s Day surprise.

Enjoy sixteen titillating tales, over 54,000 words of naughtiness packed into one steamy read.

Please note: The stories in this book have been previously published in anthologies, as standalones, and online, but have been re-edited and updated for this book.

 

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Passing Out Passion

As we filed into the mess, I glanced to my left and caught my mother’s eye. We shared a smile. From my other side, my dad grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze before letting go. It had been a tough twelve weeks, but now my younger brother Shane had successfully completed his basic training for the British Army, we were overwhelmed with pride. We’d just watched him and his colleagues at their passing out parade, complete with the pomp and ceremony Brits are famous for, and were heading indoors for some food, drink and celebrations.

I could hardly wait to see Shane and tell him how proud of him I was, but I knew that the recruits had some stuff they had to do before they could head into the mess and be with us. Hopefully they wouldn’t take too long.

Throughout the parade, I’d barely taken my eyes off the spectacle before me. The band and the recruits had mesmerised me with their well rehearsed routines, and when I’d finally spotted Shane, I’d welled up. My little brother. Though, of course, he’s not all that little. He’s four years younger than me, yet when we stand side by side I barely come up to his shoulder.

Now, though, I looked around at the other families and friends who’d also come to celebrate their loved one’s achievement. There were lots of hugging women, and men shaking hands and slapping backs. There were people closer to my age, too, the brothers and sisters of the recruits, and also girlfriends and boyfriends.

“Christina.”

My mother’s voice tugged me out of my thoughts, and I turned to face her with a smile.

“Come on, sweetheart, your father’s gone over there to get us a table.”

I fell into step behind her as she walked towards the table she’d indicated. But the room was filling rapidly, and I quickly lost her in the squeeze of bodies.

I wasn’t concerned. I continued to slip between people with a polite smile and the occasional “excuse me” if they hadn’t seen me. Soon, though, I got to a group of people so tightly packed together and laughing so raucously that I was going to have to resort to shoulder tapping, I just knew it.

After my increasingly loud pleas went unheard, I reached up to tap one of the group on the shoulder. The guy spun round faster than I’d expected, almost knocking me over in the process. He reached out and grabbed my elbow to steady me, then our eyes met and a gasp escaped my mouth before I could stop it. He was obviously just as surprised as I, as his blue eyes widened and his grip on my arm tightened. My resultant frown obviously made him realise what he was doing, as he let go of me and finally opened his mouth.

“Hey!” His previous shock forgotten, his face transformed from surprised to delighted. “What are you doing here?”

 

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

 

 

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Alone. Exhausted. Hunted...Found.

Alice Bennett's situation couldn't be worse, but that's not going to stop her fighting. She has a plan - a plan to escape the cruel man leading her wagon train and survive alone in the mountain wilderness.

She has skills, a few supplies, and a loyal horse. But life is about more than just staying alive, and when a mysterious and handsome local with a proud, passionate glint in his eyes and an affinity with the forest shows up she is as captivated as she is terrified.

And then she meets his warrior friends!

Tensions soar. Desires flare. Jealousy rears. Can Alice handle the fierce determination of the men promising to protect her? Will her spirit ever truly belong with the people who've welcomed her into their lives? And will the love of three Chochmi warriors be her true salvation?

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Alone. Exhausted. Hunted...Found.

Alice Bennett's situation couldn't be worse, but that's not going to stop her fighting. She has a plan - a plan to escape the cruel man leading her wagon train and survive alone in the mountain wilderness.

She has skills, a few supplies, and a loyal horse. But life is about more than just staying alive, and when a mysterious and handsome local with a proud, passionate glint in his eyes and an affinity with the forest shows up she is as captivated as she is terrified.

And then she meets his warrior friends!

Tensions soar. Desires flare. Jealousy rears. Can Alice handle the fierce determination of the men promising to protect her? Will her spirit ever truly belong with the people who've welcomed her into their lives? And will the love of three Chochmi warriors be her true salvation?

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Welcome to Saturday Spankings, you know I like to take you globe-trotting, last week was Africa and this week we're heading to the Scottish Highlands with OWNED BY THE HIGHLANDERS. Enjoy!

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When a wounded Jacobite rebel and his companion seek shelter in her home following a clash with a group of Red Coats, Lady Moira Campbell of Leannan Creag offers her aid. But after she risks all of their lives with her careless disregard for their instructions, she quickly finds herself held in place by one stern Scotsman while her bare bottom is soundly spanked by the other.

Reid Murray and Kendal McDonald were certainly not looking for a wife when they sought refuge in Moira's home, but her beautiful body's response to their firm-handed dominance and strict correction is as delightful as it is obvious, and they decide to make her their shared bride.

Despite her shock at the scandalous nature of their marriage plans and their willingness to correct her behaviour in the most shameful of ways, when the two handsome Highlanders take her in their arms and claim her properly Moira is left spent and satisfied. But after her recklessness puts her in danger again, will her punishment be thorough enough to finally teach her obedience?

“It won’t happen again.” Oh, God. Reid was going to spank her. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was because of the bread. But this was because of her silly, stupid, crazy need to use bad words. Not that she’d thought he’d hear. She’d presumed she was alone.

He pulled out a chair and sat, knees apart and with his kilt riding up. His boots were coated in dirt and his fists clenched. He was so big, so strong, and the expression on his face was one of grim determination to teach her a lesson.

“Over you go,” he said, nodding at his lap.

Her belly clenched, so did her pussy.

“If I tell you again I’ll double the punishment.”

“Aye, of course.”

Moira had upended herself over Angus’s lap once, but he’d found it uncomfortable, and from then on preferred her over the table should she step out of line. But she didn’t think Reid would find her heavy or uncomfortable at all.

“Now.” His voice had deepened and a muscle flexed in his cheek.

Quickly she did his bidding, tipping over his wide thighs so her ass was presented to him. Already her buttocks were tingling and when he hoisted up her dress to expose her ass cheeks, she couldn’t help a whimper of nervous anticipation.

“I hope you’ll learn each lesson we teach you,” he said, smoothing his work-worn palms over her soft skin. “For this pale flesh of yours is delicate and lots of spankings will become incredibly uncomfortable, Moira.”

“I’ll try.” Blood was rushing to her head. She spread her fingers on the cold floor to keep her balance. Her feet were in the air; he’d tipped her forward so her ass was the highest point.

“Angus, God rest his soul, may not have been as strict with you as he should have been.”

“I believe he was.”

Smack.

“Ouch!” She lurched forward as searing heat spread over her right buttock.

“That is for us to judge,” he said. “Now try to keep still. Be as loud as you want because there’s no one for miles around, we have just determined that, to hear your woe.” He paused. “Because Kendal won’t save you, in fact he’d likely take a few swats at your ass too, just so you knew he was also unhappy with your cursing.”

“Aye. I understand.” She curled her toes and screwed up her eyes. Waiting for the next spank was almost as hard as taking it.

But she didn’t wait long. Soon it was there, blistering hot and making her clench and jerk.

Reid held her tight against his body, his arm over her back and curling around her waist.

It was clear he was a good shot with his free hand, and made quick work of spanking her hard and thoroughly. Each slap hit a slightly different section of flesh, making her gasp and cry out.

Her skin heated, sweat popped on her brow, and her body rubbed against his hard legs.

“The colour you’re turning shows me you’re going to remember this wee lesson.”

“Aye, I will,” she gasped. “I’m sorry for cursing, really I am.”

“I can tell you are.” He smoothed over her flesh, caressing it, as if tracing the marks he’d made.

When he slid his fingers down the crack of her buttocks and over her asshole, she held her breath.

“Do not fear me touching you here,” he said, stilling over the tight rosebud of her anus. “For I will, and so will Kendal.”

She didn’t reply. The sensation was so new, so thrilling, but also frightening.

“Angus never took this hole, did he?” Reid tugged her right buttock so he could examine her intimately.

“No,” she managed, her eyes still closed and an image of her hole exposed to him besieging her. Embarrassment swarmed over her body like a rash. “It wasn’t his persuasion to.”

“That’s a shame. You would have enjoyed it.”

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Once again, Alice followed Mahpee along the track.

He stopped twice, to point out moose track—huge teardrop-shaped prints—and wolf dung.

Alice looked around warily. “Would a wolf attack a horse?”

“Not a wolf on its own. A pack in the winter, who are hungry, yes, they would.” He tapped the string of his bow that rested over his chest. “But do not fear. They are well-fed in the summer, and I have this. I will not let a wolf harm you, Brave Flower, or Faith.”

She nodded. “I believe you.”

“You should.”

He turned and continued north.

Alice studied his broad back, strong shoulders, and long sleek hair. Mahpee was a fine figure of a man, powerful and agile, big and strong. It was clear he was clever and skilled, too. He’d learned another language, her language, and seemed to know everything about the wilderness.

But when he left again…later…and she was all alone in the cabin, then what?

She tried to push that worry aside. Her mother had always told her to try to enjoy the moment. And right now, riding past a huge swathe of pink and white wildflowers with a blue-winged bird fluttering beside them, life seemed all right, more than all right. She was enjoying herself.

A sense of calm came over her. She was aware of Faith relaxing, too, as if she sensed the change in Alice’s previously tense body.

Alice smiled and patted her neck. Mahpee had been right, this was a good way to feel at one with a horse. Though what it would be like at a gallop, she had no idea. Well, it would be bumpy, she guessed that.

They came to a gap in the trees. A huge meadow stretched before them. An assortment of grasses swayed in the breeze, creating long silk scarves of shimmering movement.

“This is pretty,” she said, sensing they’d arrived.

“Ah, there is more.” Mahpee leaped from Ouray, landing softly. He reached for her waist and tugged her down.

She landed with a soft gasp, her hands wrapped around his hot, hard biceps. Fingertips resting over the thin leather bands circling his upper right arm.

“You will see,” he said with a grin, the corners of his eyes creasing. He didn’t have paint on his face today.

Alice had no idea what he meant. She did hope it wasn’t another bear she’d come to see, though, or a wolf or lion. Whatever it was, Mahpee was pleased with himself.

“This way.” He tugged her away from the horses who’d already dipped their heads to graze. “Go softly.”

He held her hand, his big fingers folded around hers. She often felt small standing next to men, but Mahpee even more so.

They waded into the knee-deep grass.

“Keep going?”

“Why?” She giggled.

“You will see.” He held his other hand out, as if ready to catch something. “Like this.”

And then the meadow around them came to life. A fluttering burst of orange as a hundred butterflies, more, a thousand, rose into the air. Every step they took sent a new wave of the tiny insects upward in a magical dance, swirling and flickering. The air trembled with them in a quivering cloud.

“Wow.” She held out her hand and they flapped featherlight wings against her skin. “There’s so many.”

“Yes.” He smiled. “You like?”

“Yes. I love it.” She gazed around, feasting her eyes on the sight. Her mother would have loved to see this. Alice hoped she was with her in spirit, somehow.

They walked farther, more butterflies rising into the blueness of the sky. “Where are they going?”

“They will return; this is their home, for now.”

“And then where?”

“They will follow their own paths. The way we all must.”

Alice stopped. She’d never imagined to be on the path she’d found herself on.

“What is it?” Mahpee released her hand and put his palms on her shoulders.

She liked their weight and heat. “Thank you, for showing me this…and for being here.” She stared into his dark eyes. “It’s so very beautiful.”

His jaw tightened. “Not as beautiful as you are, Brave Flower.”

“You think I am beautiful?”

“More than any other woman I have ever seen. More than any butterfly or bird.”

A strange swelling sensation filled her chest, and her eyes prickled. “Mahpee.”

“I said I would care for you, and I will.” He moved his hands from her shoulders up to her neck, his fingers catching in her hair. “I do not wish for you to ever get one scratch or bruise or moment of pain, hunger, or sorrow.”

His eyes flashed with such determination, such truth, that Alice could resist no longer.

She went up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. She closed her eyes, lost to the sensation of his closeness and his touch.

He slid one hand to the back of her skull and cradled her head possessively. His grip increased, and he hugged her closer, their bodies coming into alignment.

Alice moaned softly and parted her lips.

His warm tongue peeked in, searching for hers.

The kiss intensified, and her heart rate increased, sending heat over her entire body.

Somewhere she had the thought that Chochmi kissed better than white men, than Dan, but then it was gone and she could think only of Mahpee and being in his arms.

He pulled back. “Brave Flower?”

“In answer to your question yesterday, Mahpee.” She paused. “Yes, I think you are a very handsome warrior.”

He stroked the back of his index finger down her cheek then over her chin. “That pleases me.”

“It does.”

He nodded, and then his mouth was on hers again.

Alice fell into the kiss this time, sliding her hands around his warm shoulders and gliding over the wide expanse of smooth skin. She wanted to get closer to him. It was as if she couldn’t get close enough. Would she ever get enough of the new man in her life?

Their tongues tangled. He tilted his head, deepened the kiss, and groaned softly.

Alice moaned, too, absorbing every inch of his body that connected with hers—his solid chest, thick strong arms, and the bulge in his groin that butted up against her stomach.

He was hard.

She withdrew, breathing fast and shallow. Mahpee wanted her body. That much was clear. Would he just take it? Push her down to the meadow floor and drive his cock in? Would she want that?

He released her and adjusted the leather bands around his biceps. He didn’t bother hiding the wedge of flesh evident through his pants.

“We should go to the cabin,” she said.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His eyes narrowed. “I thought you wanted to kiss.”

“You didn’t scare me. And I did want to kiss you.” She paused. “I liked it.”

“So did I.”

She was silent as she looked around. The butterflies were thinning now.

“So why must we go?” he asked.

“We have seen this beautiful sight, and thank you. I will never forget it.”

He nodded and stared at the ground, his mouth tugged into a downward curve.

“Mahpee.” She clasped his hand. She hated seeing him crestfallen, thinking he’d done something wrong. When in truth it was clear he was a kind and gentle soul.

She took a deep breath. “Will you stay with me tonight, Mahpee? At the cabin?”

He snapped his head up. “Stay?”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

He nodded. Once. A quick up and down of his head.

“Does that mean you will?”

“If you do not wish to be alone.”

She turned his hand over and stroked the lines that mapped his palm. “I said that wrong, it is not just that I don’t want to be alone, I want you to be with me. I’d miss you if you left me now, Mahpee.”

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Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week I'm taking you to beautiful Africa!

He grinned as he reached for the waistband of her knickers. He dragged them down her thighs and made short work of removing them.

Yes!

Now she was ready for him, all he needed to do was get his cock out. And damn, from what she’d seen it was a very fine cock too.

She closed her eyes, tugged her arms, and spread her legs.

“Pretty pussy,” he said, stroking over her pubic hair.

She knew she should be ashamed of her position, of exposing herself to this man who wasn’t her lover. Who was someone who liked to discipline her in the most unreasonable of ways. But she was too far gone on the road of lust. Her needs were all-consuming.

He flicked over her clit.

Her entire body twitched, her legs pinging as if made of elastic.

“And so wet,” he said, slipping lower to her entrance.

She held her breath as he circled her there, then slid in. As he stretched her with what she thought was two fingers, he set his thumb over her clit.

“Oh, yes, yes…” she hissed. Being filled was bliss and just what she needed. She canted her hips for more and gasped as he smoothed over her G-spot. “Rhett, yes, just there… oh, fuck…”

Moist clacking noises filled the air as he began to finger fuck her. She’d take what she could get, her orgasm was racing toward her, coming was within reach again. She knew it was going to be big, so big. She wasn’t sure how she’d cope with its ferocity when it was finally set free.

“Jeez, woman, you’re so sweet and tight.”

She didn’t answer, it was there. Her heart thudded. She forgot to breathe. The topple into ecstasy was within reach.

He pulled out.

All sensation stopped.

“No!” she wailed, opening her eyes. “Not again, you bastard, you total, utter, fucking bastard.”

He laughed and stood from the bed. “I think we can safely say you’ve learned your lesson, Casey.”

She clamped her legs together, tried to scissor them to create enough stimulation to work her clitoris, but it was no good.

She arched her back, kicked the mattress, shook her head. The all-consuming disappointment at not coming was eating her alive.

He stood at the side of the bed, his hands on his hips, looking down at her.

“What the fuck are you staring at,” she snapped at him. “Call yourself a man, do you?”

“A man who demands his woman be obedient.”

“I’m not your woman.”

“You’re living in my house, sleeping in my bed, and seconds ago you were begging me to fuck you. I’d say that makes you my woman.”

She couldn’t argue any of those points, and besides that, her brain was fudged. All she could think of was getting free and masturbating. She might have a quick scout around and see if there was anything she could use as a dildo too.

“And…” he went on. “Don’t think I’m setting you free anytime soon.”

“What?” His words infuriated her further. “I demand that you do, right now. You’ve had your fun.”

“Disciplining isn’t for fun, Casey, it’s to ensure you walk the line.”

“Yeah, right, fingering me didn’t get you hard, is that what you’re telling me?”

“Not especially.” He was annoyingly still while she was fidgeting. “Though hearing you beg, seeing you practically naked, that did.”

She huffed.

“But I don’t need to go and jerk off, Casey, if that’s what you’re wondering. I can wait for the real thing.”

“The real thing. You think you’re ever going to get that from me now?” Red dots of anger danced in her vision. “Because you’re not. You’re bloody well not. I want to go back to Amakala. I can’t cope with your stupid games, your constant crossing the boundaries of our relationship.”

“You still want to go back there?”

She said nothing, just scowled at him. It was the last thing she wanted. At least not until she’d been well and truly fucked by Rhett, that was what she wanted right now.

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BOOK ONE 

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BOOK THREE 

Alone. Exhausted. Hunted...Found.

Alice Bennett's situation couldn't be worse, but that's not going to stop her fighting. She has a plan - a plan to escape the cruel man leading her wagon train and survive alone in the mountain wilderness.

She has skills, a few supplies, and a loyal horse. But life is about more than just staying alive, and when a mysterious and handsome local with a proud, passionate glint in his eyes and an affinity with the forest shows up she is as captivated as she is terrified.

And then she meets his warrior friends!

Tensions soar. Desires flare. Jealousy rears. Can Alice handle the fierce determination of the men promising to protect her? Will her spirit ever truly belong with the people who've welcomed her into their lives? And will the love of three Chochmi warriors be her true salvation?