This is a story I wrote via tweet over the last couple of weeks. I’ve tweaked and added a few things. If you like it, I’ve set up a tip jar over there on the sidebar. Do what feels right!
I wake up late for class, and grab the first pair of underwear at hand. A quick sniff test reveals two things. The panties aren’t clean and aren’t mine. The smell is amazing. I glance over at the sleeping form of my roommate. I know what she smells like. Now I want to taste her. I can’t let her know about my secret desire, but there is another option.
I lick the crotch of her underwear and my eyes roll back into my head. I’ve never slept with another woman before, but I’ve always dreamed about it. I suck on the delicate silk and lace of while I slide my underwear down to my thighs. I run my fingers up and down my wet slit and slip them inside. I thought I’d been quiet until I hear her say “I’ll need those back when you’re done. They aren’t mine, exactly.”
Panic grips my heart and I stop what I’m doing.
“Oh, you don’t have to stop.” I hear her get out of bed and cross over to me. She removes the panties from my mouth and replaces it with her hot tongue. Her fingers slide into me twinning mine. Her knees slide my legs wider apart while she pulls hard on my nipple. I moan into her, hot breath mingling. Kiss broken, she growls. “Just don’t take what’s not yours.”
She turns me on my front when she is done finger-fucking me. But I still haven’t come and she’s not done with me yet. The still wet lace goes around my wrists at the small of my back, as I breathe into the pillow. Her legs pin my knees to the bed. Her hot sex presses to my bound hands. “My turn.” She engulfs me and rocks.
Her cunt is so tight and ridiculously wet. The skin of her mound is smooth as she rubs against me. She comes around my fingers like a torrent. I don’t know if it’s piss or just a flood of cum. All I know is she screams like a banshee and it nearly breaks my fingers. But oh god I still want more. She slides off of me and pulls my underwear the rest of the way down my legs and binds my ankles.
Her weight leaves me and I whimper at the loss of sensation. A drawer scrapes open & there’s a sound I remember from one drunken night of complaining about men. She carries a switchblade. Gooseflesh breaks out over every square inch of me.
“Let’s get rid of this tank top.” She cuts it from me, none too carefully as I feel steel on skin. She sits the switchblade down nearby. I whimper as she rubs her own fluids across the surface of my ass, working some down into the crack. “This started with you taking something that doesn’t belong to you.” She brings her hand down on my wet skin, hard. “You need a spanking.” Her hand across my wet ass stings sharply.
There’s not a lot of power behind the blow, but I hiss. It hurts but there’s a twitch inside me I can’t deny. I want more. “Hit me again.” My mouth is dry and the words come out as a croak. I love how weak I sound.
She grabs my hair, winding it around her hand and pulls hard. “You don’t talk and you certainly don’t tell me what to do.”
Tears spring to my eyes and I nod.
With one final hard pull, she releases my hair, straddles my waist reverse cowgirl style, and begins raining blows on my ass. Every two or three strikes, she alternates scraping at the reddened flesh and kneading it, pulling my cheeks apart. I can feel her dripping cunt and hear its wet noises as it rubs against the small of my back. The scent of our arousal fills the air.
I chew at my lips and only moans and squeaks escape my mouth as she brutally punishes me. Finally, she stops and chuckles. “You seemed to like that a little.” She dips into the cleft between my legs and spreads the fluid between my cheeks, working it around the rim of my asshole. The pad of her finger presses in and I try to relax and invite its presence. I love being fucked in the ass.
She pushes in up to the first knuckle and then the second, slipping in and out of me with agonizing slowness. Pain and pleasure mingle into a volcano of sensation, added to by the invasion of her slick fingers. “I have something for you. I ever catch you without it and there will be repercussions.” She dismounts and takes something else from her drawer. “It’s as pretty as you are.”
The metal is cool and slick. My roommate runs it down the crack of my ass and then presses it against my tightened sphincter. “Don’t resist, it’s going in either way.”
At first, the slick pressure is enjoyable. Then the stretching becomes uncomfortable, nearly unbearable. What is she putting into me? It doesn’t matter. She has me where she wants me and as much as the treatment hurt, the idea of her owning me lit everything in my brain and soul on fire. Finally, after being stretched to the point where I thought I might tear, it relented and I closed around it.
“Now,” she pats me on my still tender cheeks, “keep that in and you’ll always have a memory of what happens when you play with other’s things.”
“Can I come, now?” My voice cracks as I ask the question. I know how desperate it sounds and it’s not half as needy as I feel.
She snatches the panties from my ankles and smacks my ass. “Do whatever you like.”
I squeal in pain and frustration. I don’t want to make myself come. I want her fingers in me and her mouth on me.
She takes the panties from my wrists. “I’m keeping your panties for my collection. You’re one of mine now.”
I roll on my side and watch her, happy to be owned. Then I think about the girl who once wore the panties I tasted and hope we can compare notes about our mistress. I also hope we can spend some time together discovering new sensations and seek pleasure away from her gaze. I sigh and finger my clit to one orgasm after another, singing for her pleasure as she gets ready for the day. Class will have to wait and when I go it will be on weak and shaking legs.
Author Bio: Aimée Maroux is a lover of mythology, erotica and fantasy. As a writer, she combines those passions into a diverse collection of erotic short stories. Being an obsessive researcher, most of her works contain footnotes, expanding upon life in the ancient world and references to myths. You can find more of her writing on her erotic mythology blog: 
There are ebooks I’ve read where the point is clearly to get you off as quickly as possible. This falls under that category. Most of Amber Skye’s library seems to. This is not me throwing shade. 
step up from Amber’s work in some ways. I don’t mean to imply that one’s better quality than the other. Not at all. Because this follows the titular character over the course of her adventures, you get to watch her develop as a character. Most of that development does focus on the sex. This is by all means a book that strives to make you “get there”. And it works in that way. But again, unlike books that shall not be named here, there is a character here and it is thoroughly enjoyable. Also, and perhaps most important, there are laughs to be found. 
As part of the Taken by the Greek Gods series, 
Author Bio: Juliette van der Molen is a writer and poet living in the Greater NYC area. She writes completely unladylike erotica and other sundry things. Her work has also appeared in Rose Quartz Journal, Burning House Press, Memoir Mixtapes, Zathom and several publications on Medium. You can find more of her writing at Medium and connect with her on Twitter 