This is an excerpt from "Taped" by Kay Jaybee, part of the anthology The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica edited by Rose Caraway. It has been reprinted with permission from Cleis Press. This excerpt is sponsored by LELO.
Beth tried to remember precisely what Ryan had said during his fantasy talk last night.
He’d mentioned hands running all over her as she lay taped to the bed of his van, like a living mattress. At the time she’d assumed he’d meant his hands. Now she thought differently.
The unloading had finished, and Beth was aware that the voices outside the van had faded away. The door was still open, but she wasn’t sure if there was anybody there. Her legs were beginning to feel cramped from being strapped in one place for so long, but she was too scared to flex them and risk being seen. Convinced she was alone, Beth risked a slight roll of her neck. Her movement made the sheet above caress her flesh, causing her to sigh far louder than she intended to.
"I’m not sure that sigh was loud enough to be picked up by my old tape recorder, baby." Ryan’s voice made her jump. "When I come to play the cassette back to you later on, I think it would be nice if there were more interesting noises to listen to, don’t you?"
Beth was too busy thinking to reply. Are we alone, or is Ian still there?
"I asked you a question." Ryan’s tone was firm, and this time Beth found herself answering.
"Yes, Ryan."
"Good girl."
With the plants gone, there was room next to Beth, and she felt the van rock as someone climbed into the van and sat by her head. It was Ryan.
"I can’t tell you how amazing you look."
His hand came to Beth’s stomach, smoothing the sheet over her. Her frustration at the cotton’s presence between her and the touch she longed for was overwhelming, and Beth failed to hold in a groan.
"That’s more like it, baby. Nothing like a grunt of frustration from a bitch in heat, all hot and ready to be serviced."
Beth’s pussy rippled with lust as she recalled him saying those very words to her the night before. They hadn’t seemed strange then, just sexy, as he’d been sharing his erotic dreams. Now they really meant something. She felt every bit his bitch, and Beth couldn’t deny the heat, even if she wanted to, as warm cunt juice flowed from her.
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