The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

Love Palace

by Nellie Cross

The fire roared in the fireplace, spurred on by the wind blowing in gently from the balcony. The bottom of her silk gown fluttered as well. She had an ethereal presence about her — almond shaped eyes, café au lait colored skin, and jet black hair that traveled the length of her back.

In front of her stood Peter Walsh; built like a boxer, with tattoos on his arms and brown hair parted and swept to the side, Peter was considered a living Adonis. Peter was the richest man in the world, and because of that, he could afford anything — and anyone. Anais was his latest purchase from the Museum.

Peter made his fortune by monopolizing internet commerce — he was in charge of every single site that you could purchase items from on the internet. You could not avoid it, no matter what country you lived in.

He had a grin across his face that made him handsome, but Anais refused to fall prey to his charms. She was here involuntarily and would continue to behave as such.

“You don’t want to look at me?”

Anais did not answer him.

“You can talk.”

She did not.

Peter strolled over to his bar and made himself a drink — whiskey, with ice. “Would you like a drink?” He grabbed a highball glass. “You look like you to drink vodka. Ice? Cranberry juice?”

He made the drink and gave it to her. Hesitantly, she took it and downed it all in two big gulps. The drink went down smoothly. She instantly felt it beginning to warm up her body.

“Would you like another one?” He made her another one which she slipped slowly. She did not want to lose her wits around him.

Peter sat on the bed. “We’re not going to act like this is some type of fairy tale; we both know how we both ended up here. I’m going to have my way with you, and I want to make it as comfortable for you as possible. You have to do everything I say. Do you understand?”

Anais sighed and nodded. The alcohol was flowing through her.

He stood up and took her drink from her. He ran his fingers through her hair. “You put on that perfume I got for you. Good.” He engulfed the side of her neck in his mouth, kissing and sucking on it. She was taken aback by the sheer force of the move, as he also tugged on her hair as well. He moved to the other side of her neck and sucked harder. He held her tightly against his body, lifting her up off the ground.

Peter carried her and threw her onto the bed. He ripped the gown off of her, exposing her body to the elements. He slid out of his boxers and his silk robe and hovered above Anais, leering at her with greedy lust. She returned his look with one of defiance.

He grabbed some items off of the nightstand. “Open your legs.” Anais reluctantly did as she was told. He threw her legs back further. She felt the cold wetness of lubricant against her asshole as Peter wiggled a finger inside of her. She inhaled sharply. He slid it in and out of her, wiggling around to loosen her. He inserted his middle finger into her and continued his probing, adding more lubricant.

The intrusion relaxed her asshole, and Peter removed his fingers. Before Anais could breathe a sigh of relief, Peter inserted a medium sized butt plug into her. He wiggled it into place. “That’s in place now.” Quickly, he shoved his face into her pussy and licked and sucked on her hungrily. Anais cried out at the sensation. Her hips shifted in response. Peter slid the plug in and out of her as his tongue invaded her. He bit the inside of her thigh and licked his way up her body, culminating in a kiss. “You taste so good,” he said.

He laid down and pointed to his stiffening dick. Anais knew what he meant and slowly took him into her mouth.

“Don’t half ass it,” he breathed.

Anais increased her sucking and licking, and Peter responded by thrusting upward into her mouth.

They stayed like this, and Peter took a sip of his whiskey and rubbed her head.

“Bend over,” he said. While he hopped out of bed, Anais got on her hands and knees. He stood behind her and rubbed her ass, massaging it, squeezing it.

“You are mine,” he said. “And no one can take you away from me.” He stuck his fingers into her pussy. “You’re wet. I like that.” He stroked her clit, causing her to shudder. “I think you like this.”

Anais moaned.

“Yes, you like this.” He rubbed her faster. “You try to be so defiant but you like it. You want me to do this to you. Do you like the thought of being my slut for the rest of your life?”

She moaned again and braced herself for what was coming. His fingers were slick with her nectar and he continued stroking her clit; she slightly rocked in rhythm until she came, gripping the sheets and crying out in agonized pleasure.

Peter laughed as he entered her. “I knew you would like it.” He thrust into her hard, and pulled the butt plug in and out of her.

Anais was still reeling from her orgasm and was overtaken by Peter’s intensity. He pulled at her hair and fucked her like a man possessed.

Anais felt another orgasm coming on, so soon after the first one. She bucked against Peter’s pelvis; her upper body fell to the bed beneath her while her lower body stayed in the air.

Peter pulled out of her and took the butt plug out of her as well. Anais heard him squeeze the lubricant bottle. Soon enough, she felt the head of his dick pressing against her asshole, pushing its way into her. Anais had to control herself from coming again, waiting instead for him to bury himself to the hilt inside of her. He grunted as he slowly made his way into her.

Once he was inside of her, and had given her time to adjust, he continued his relentless fucking. He squeezed some more lubricant onto them to ease his thrusts; he started to rub her clit again and Anais moaned and whimpered and met his thrusts with gusto. Peter rubbed her faster until she could not hold on any longer and she came once again. Peter grabbed both of her hips and had his own climax, holding himself against her until he could think again.

She crawled cat like into the bed and he crawled in next to her, both staring at the ceiling.

“That was fun,” Anais said.

“I knew you’d like it. Doesn’t it feel good not being in control all the time?”

She nodded.

“We still have the rest of the night here. Do you want to try to get another scenario?”

“No,” she said. “I like this one. I like being your sex toy. Knowing you like I do, I don’t even think that we’ve touched the surface of the depravity in your mind Peter.”

“You haven’t. But once again, we have the whole night.”

Anais grabbed her glass off of the nightstand and took a sip. “So what is in that head of yours right now?”

He laughed. “It’s a surprise. Besides, you’re my property in here, and if I told you, then it would betray our relationship.”

“Right. When do you want me to start playing reluctant again?”

“Jesus woman, you do like it. Let me get a few minutes of rest.”

She giggled. “Okay.”

***

The next morning, being thoroughly fucked, Peter and Anais were fully dressed and wearing sunglasses; they went to the reception area of the hotel to check out.

“Did you enjoy your stay?” The concierge asked.

“Yes, we did. It was much needed.”

“That’s good to hear.” They completed the transaction and Anais and Peter left, hand in hand.

***

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Anais and Peter returned to their home, where their young son Collin was flicking through Saturday morning cable television. The commercial for the Love Palace was playing on the channel he stopped on.

“Collin,” Anais said. “Good morning dear.”

“Good morning mom,” he said, not looking away from the TV. She looked up and took the remote from him, changing the channel. “Why were you watching that? Where are the cartoons?” she asked

“All of the cartoons were on commercial.”

“Where’s Grandma Rosie?”

“She’s still asleep.” He looked up at her with bright doe eyes. “I’m hungry.”

She went into the kitchen and began making breakfast, with a bright smile on her face. “Peter, do you want breakfast?”

“Yes I do.”

She made scrambled eggs, pan sausage, grits and wheat pancakes with maple syrup. The three of them sat around the table and ate. Rosie, Peter’s mother, came down the stairs in her house coat.

“Y’all back already?” She made a plate.

“Yes mom, we’re back.”

“Good, I have to go to my card club soon. Collin was a dear as usual.” She strolled back to her room.

“Mom, Dad, I have a soccer game today,” Collin said.

Anais looked at the large calendar that was stuck to the refrigerator. “At 3 o’clock.”

“I have to be there by 2 to talk to the coach.”

“Okay sweetie.”

She cleaned the dishes while Peter took Collin upstairs for his bath. She turned the television to a random channel and while she washed the dishes, the commercial for the Love Palace came on again.

“Yes it is,” she whispered to herself with a coy smile.

***

“Go, go, go, Collin, go left!” Peter was a huge soccer fan, and when his son expressed an interest in playing he was over the moon with joy. Over the summer, most of their weekends (and a few weekdays) were filled with soccer practices and games.

Anais preferred to keep Collin busy, because he was a restless little boy. Even as a baby, he would try to climb out of their arms and sit up before he was able to. He started walking, then running early. Sometimes it proved hard to keep his attention on more academic matters, but seeing that he was only in preschool, he was still learning well.

An hour later the game was over, and Collin’s team had won. The Walsh family loaded their cooler and their child into their car to make their way back home.

“I want to go back,” Anais told Peter over dinner.

“Go back where Mommy?” Collin asked.

“Collin, me and mommy are talking right now,” Peter said. To Anais, he said, “Do you now?”

“Yes, I do.”

“What do you want to do this time?”

“What can we do?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

“I want you to interrogate me.”

“Bad Cop routine, I like it.”

Anais nodded. “Don’t go easy on me. I want to see how depraved your mind is.”

“And you will.”

He rubbed her thigh. “We can go next weekend. Collin, you have that slumber party next weekend, right?”

“Right Daddy.”

“See, we don’t have to call my mother over and interrupt her card playing.”

***

“Card playing?” Rosie said when they informed her of their plans. “I was going to go to the casino.”

“So everyone is going to be busy next weekend then?” Anais asked.

“Apparently so. It works out well then. Don’t come home with another child,” Rosie said.

Anais put on a face of mock indignation. “We’re not planning on it.”

***

The week dragged on for Anais. She loved her job as a hairstylist, but she wanted to go back to the resort. Her clients would talk to her about their usual problems — men, work, their children, and yet Anais was only half in reality. Her mind was focusing on the fantasy of what Peter would do to her.

“You are my property in here…” His voice circled around in her mind, sending a jolt of excitement through her lower back. After their first round, Peter spanked her with a paddle for her perceived disobedience. He then double penetrated her with the aid of a dildo to teach her what her place was. Anais’s orgasm was huge from that game.

She could only imagine what he would do to her during the bad cop interrogation routine.

“Anais!!!” Her client snapped her back to reality.

“Yes?”

“What do you think I should do?”

“Do what feels right.”

“That’s not good advice,” the client said.

“How are you going to reject free advice?” Anais asked.

“I’ll reject it if it’s not what I want to hear.”

The patrons and hairdressers laughed together.

***

Friday finally came. Anais packed some clothing into an overnight bag, while Peter collected his toiletries in his. They both wore huge smiles on their faces.

Collin came into the room with his sleeping bag and backpacked stuffed with clothing. “You guys look really happy,” he said with a yawn.

“You’re getting sleepy before you even get to the sleepover,” Anais said, rubbing his hair.

“He’ll wake up once he gets around his friends.”

“I just hope Richard doesn’t fart like he does at school,” Collin said with a straight face.

Anais and Peter laughed. “Just cover your nose,” Peter said.

“But Mom, he could run the rats out of a house.”

“Do you want to take some air freshener?”

“I already told Thomas to have some.”

The couple laughed some more. “Baby, are you ready to go?” Anais asked.

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

“I’m definitely ready.”

They drove Collin to his friend’s Thomas’ house and dropped him off after speaking and trading pleasantries with the other parents.

“Be good sweetie and have fun.”

“I will mom. Bye dad,” Collin said.

“Bye champ.” Peter waved at his son.

They had to stop themselves from running to the car and speeding to the Love Palace.

The same concierge was at the desk. “Welcome back to the Love Palace, what is you fantasy?”

They were checked as quickly as possible and given their room key.

Once inside of the room, they got a quick look at the layout of the room. This room was a suite — the bed, table, couch and bathroom were to one side, and the other side was set up as an interrogation room- cold, gray and unforgiving; a chair and a table sat in the middle, and there was a two way mirror that doubled as a window.

“What floor are we on again?” Anais asked.

“We’re on the seventh floor. No one will see us unless they hover next to us in a helicopter. Room service?”

They ordered a meal of salmon, basmati rice, white wine, French bread, Caesar salad and tiramisu for dessert.

“Do you have something to put on?” Peter said.

“Yes.”

He gave her a black sack. “When you finished getting dressed, go into the interrogation room and put this over your head.

Anais ran into the bathroom and put on the clothing — a mini skirt that left little to the imagination, a tube top that would expose her breasts if she bent over too far; clear 7 inch heels and a furry cropped jacket. She put her hair into a high ponytail on her head.

She strolled into the interrogation room and sat in the chair, adding the sack onto her head like she was supposed to. She waited in silent anticipation, closing her legs tight to put a bit of pressure on her sensitive clit. Her hands were folded on the table in front of her.

After what seemed like an eternity, the sack was ripped off of her face. She looked around while readjusting to the light; Peter was standing behind her, dressed in a shirt, tie and slacks.

“You thought that was really cute, didn’t you?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Anais said with attitude.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” He slammed a manila folder on the table. “Prostitution, money laundering, murder. You have quite a rap sheet there dear.”

“I ain’t a hoe, and I sure as hell didn’t murder anyone or launder any money from them either.”

Peter stood across from her at the other side of the table. “Well, I have people who would attest to the opposite of your claims. How many husbands have you been through, three already? And all of them ended up dead.”

“They were old, they died of natural causes. I can’t help that they can’t handle a hot thing like me,” Anais said.

“Oh, they can’t handle a hot thing like you? Autopsy showed some poison in their system.”

“Poison?” Anais sneered. “Is this like the 2nd Century or something, who still poisons people?”

Peter yanked her by her hair, slightly pulling her ponytail out of place. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? You know damn well you poisoned every last one of them and collected the money.” He grabbed her face. “Just admit to it. You’re the scum of the earth.”

“What kind of cop are you?” she retorted. “You can’t treat me like this.”

“I can treat you anyway I feel like it. As long as you’re in here, you don’t have any say in anything. You can make this real easy on yourself and just tell me what I want to hear. I can make everything a lot more pleasant for you and make sure you don’t spend the rest of your pretty little life rotting away in jail. Did you kill your husbands?”

“I told you, they died. I had nothing to do with it, although I was on top of one of the old bastards when he bit it-“

Peter jerked her out of the chair and slammed her onto the table, pinning both of her arms behind her back. He pressed his crotch hard into her revealed ass. Anais moaned.

“You don’t like doing things the easy way, do you?”

“Judging by your dick detective, I think you like doing things the hard way.”

With his free hand, Peter pulled at her hair, which was coming out of the ponytail. “Don’t be cute with me.”

She grinded her hips into his. “What if I could sway your opinion of me?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t want to try to sway my opinion. You might regret it.”

Anais slipped out of his grip and turned to face him, opening her legs wide to reveal the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “What’s wrong detective? You can’t handle me?”

“You can’t handle me,” he said with confidence.

“Try me.”

Peter began to undo his tie, keeping his eyes on Anais the entire time. Once he unbuttoned his shirt, he pulled Anais out of her cropped jacket and threw it off to the side. He kissed her forcefully and shoved his hand up her skirt, rubbing the lips of her already wet pussy. Anais moaned into his mouth and went to undo his hands, before he pounced on her and held her arms above her head. “You don’t get to touch me.” With one hand he held her arms down and with the other he continued his violation of her.

She shifted beneath his touch and looked at him with lust in her eyes. He stuck two fingers inside of her and finger fucked her hard, getting his fingers slick with her wetness. She bucked against his fingers before he removed him, denying her of the pleasure.

Peter took his pants and boxers off and pulled Anais to her knees, forcing his cock into her mouth. “Suck me,” he said. He held her hair in a vice grip and fucked her face. Anais swallowed him eagerly and sloppily, getting him wet with her spit.

He exhaled deeply and starred upward at the ceiling, pounding into her with such force that it nearly choked her.

He pulled himself out of her mouth and forced her back onto the table. He squeezed her neck gently and hiked her skirt up around her waist and threw her legs up into the air, opening her pussy to him.

“Is this what you are willing to do for your freedom?

“A girl’s gotta do-“

Before she could finish, he pushed into her, and she cried out in pleasure.

“Is this what you are willing to do for your freedom?”

The grinded into one another, two joined as one. He squeezed her neck a little tighter before pulling out of her. He left her spread eagle on the table and walked around her like a lion stalking its prey. He circled the table once and then flip her over onto her stomach, entering her again and fucking her once more. He pulled her hair. Anais met his thrusts with enthusiasm, looking at the both of them in the two way mirror.

He pulled out of her once more and went to his pants thrown across the room. He dug into his pockets until he pulled out another bottle of lubricant and a 10-inch dildo. He spread some lubricant across his fingers and worked his way into her tight asshole. She gripped the table and cried out in pleasure as he worked the full length of his middle and index fingers into her.

Anais moved with his fingers, and then he removed those and inserted the lubricated dildo into her almost all the way to the other end. Once that was in place, he stuck his dick inside of her pussy and fucked both of her holes.

“Spread your cheeks,” he demanded. Anais did as she was told. At the sight of her spread open holes, Peter thrust harder into her and Anais enjoyed every single second of it.

“Did you do all of that stuff?”

“No!” she said.

He fucked her harder. “Did you commit those crimes?”

“No!”

He growled into her ear, “I’m not going to stop until you confess.”

“There’s nothing to confess to.” She braced herself for what was coming. Peter slapped her ass hard.

“Confess!” He slapped her again.

The table cut into her stomach as he pounded into her. He held her neck down with his free hand.

“Confess and you won’t rot in jail.”

“I didn’t do it.” Anais could barely speak because she was overcome with pleasure. Peter continued fucking her. He stopped.

“You can’t come until you confess.” His thrusts became slower. “So did you do it?”

“No.” Electricity shot up her spine. She squeezed her muscles tighter around the dildo and her husband’s dick and he grunted in response.

“Did you do it?”

“No.” They continued on like this, and Peter smacked her ass and pulled her hair and abused his privileges as a cop.

Finally, Anais could not stand it any longer.

“Did you do the crimes?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her orgasm overcame her with fury and the table shook along with her. To her, it felt like it lasted forever, but the contractions finally subsided in her pussy and she laid on the table completely spent.

Peter was still hard, but he pulled himself and the dildo out of her. He whispered in her ear, “Even though you’ve confessed, I’m still not done with you.”

He went into the room and brought in a bag of stuff and dropped it on the table. Anais saw ball gags and scarves and nipple clamps in the bag.

“I’m to make you regret ever committing a crime,” he said. He growled into her ear, “Now you will get to see how depraved I am.”

For the next 30 minutes, Peter continued his violation of her, first putting the ball gag in her mouth.

“You’re a sick woman,” he said.

He tied a silk scarf around her eyes, plunging her vision into pitch black darkness. She felt some feathers run along the length of her spine and she shuddered. The feather went back up her spine and she heard Peter growl. He flipped her over and stuck his dick between her tits, rubbing up and down her chest, bumping it against her chin. He rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb and pulled it taut.

Anais moaned into the ball gag. She heaved her chest into the air.

Peter pulled her up to a sitting position and licked her open mouth while cupping her breasts in his hands.

He looked at her. Grabbing a pair of handcuffs from off the table, he locked her hands behind her. “You’re officially under arrest.”

Anais once again moaned. Peter put the nipple clamps on her and stuck his dick inside of her, thrusting upward into her, holding her body close to his. “You are going to rot in jail for the rest of your life, and I will be there to fuck you and never let you forget why you’re there in the first place,” he whispered.

She moaned her approval. Peter ran his fingers gently through her hair and kissed the side of her mouth.

His thrusting became more urgent. “You want me to torment you for the rest of your days?”

She responded in kind, bouncing madly up and down his dick, grinding her pelvis into his. Peter bit her on her earlobe. He turned her over and fucked her from behind once more, holding her hair in a vice grip, making her ass cheeks bounce back and forth, until his thrusts grew more shallow; he stiffened up and let out a primal groan and released his seed deep inside of her. “You are mine,” he growled.

He pulled out of her. His hands moved gently while they unlocked the handcuffs from around her wrists, untied the scarf and removed the ball gag from her mouth. He picked her up and carried her to bed, tucking her underneath the covers. He pushed some hair out of her face.

“Are you satisfied woman?”

“Yes I am man.”

He kissed her on her forehead. “Do you need a towel?”

“Yes, thank you.”

They cleaned up and Peter crawled into bed with his wife. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

***

Collin ran into the car before his parent could even get out.

“Hi sweetie, what’s wrong?” Anais asked.

“Thomas had a bad case of diarrhea while we were at the trampoline center and we had to bring him home and he stunk up the whole car.”

“Oh no,” Anais said. Peter stifled a laugh.

“But other than that, we had fun. We made some smores and watched a few movies and hit the piñata. I got some candy. Did you have fun last night while I was gone?”

“Oh, we had a lot of fun kiddo,” Peter said.

“What did you do?”

“Um…”

Peter made the save, “We played Scrabble.”

“Yeah, Scrabble.”

***

At home, Collin took his stuff to his room and then ran down stairs to turn on the television.

Rosie was still gone to the casino.

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The commercial had come on once again. Anais smiled. “We have to go back,” she said to Peter.

“I would think you’re addicted.”

“I’m addicted to you.”

They shared a kiss. “We’ll go back.”

“Mom, Dad, what are you talking about?”

“We’re talking about some mommy and daddy issues,” she said.

“Yeah, what your mother said,” Peter co-signed.

“Well, okay.”

***

They sat out in lawn chairs at another of Collin’s soccer games. Well, Peter moved along the sideline as the game progressed, cheering excitedly for his son. “Go left, come on you can do it!”

Collin got the ball and took it all the way before scoring a flawless goal into the net. Peter jumped up and down as if the kids had just won the World Cup for their country.

“Peter, we’re supposed to be encouraging good sportsmanship among the children,” Anais said.

“My son just scored a beautiful goal, I don’t care about good sportsmanship right now, my son is awesome.”

Anais clapped and laughed at him.

One of the other moms came up to them. “Can I ask you two a question?”

“Um, sure, yeah.”

“How do you two manage to look so happy?”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

“Like, you two look like you still enjoy being around one another and I, I guess I just want to know the secret.”

Anais and Peter shared a look between the two of them. “Well,” she began, “if you really must know… have you seen those commercials for the Love Palace?”

“All I do now is watch television, so I’ve definitely seen it.”

“You and your husband need to go there for a night, and I promise that you won’t regret it at all.”

“That’s it? You still screw each other?”

“It’s more than that. We listen to one another. Do this with your husband and I guarantee that you will begin to listen to one another.”

The woman shrugged. “I’ll give it a shot. Thank you very much.”

After she had left, “Did that just really happen?” Peter asked.

“It just happened.”

“Wow.”

Collin ran up to them once the game was over. “Did you see that shot I made?”

“That was amazing, I am so proud of you,” Peter gushed.

The Walshes drove home, a picture of happiness.