I gaped, staring at my body and the wax picture painted onto me.

  "With your permission," Lucent said, "I would like to take a picture of this. I will keep it private, Miss Tanner, and I swear never to show anyone."

  "I..." I didn't know how I felt about that. Was this pornography or art? Both? Who knew? "Can I have a copy?" I asked, sheepish.

  He blinked at me, clearly caught off guard. "Yes," he said after taking a moment to regain his composure. "If you'd like, I can arrange that."

  I nodded and lay perfectly still. The wax covering my clit and my lower lips cooled, but I continued to feel an insistent pulse where Lucent had first poured it. Pounding, beating, thrumming like a miniature heartbeat, my clit desired freedom and release.

  Lucent reached atop one of his bookshelves and retrieved a fancy looking camera. Turning it on and adjusting the settings, he pointed it at me and...

  Click.

  Just one. That was enough, apparently. I glanced over at him in time to see him turning the camera off and stowing it away.

  What now? We were going to have sex, he said. I definitely liked that idea. Though I didn't quite know how this should work with me covered in wax. Lucent knew what he was doing; he returned to my side and collected a small, metal spreading knife from one of his drawers.

  "This," he said, "is the best part."

  Why? I didn't know until he started.

  He formulated it into sensible ideas and words while my mind reeled with the possibilities.

  "The heat of the wax and the way it dries on your skin increases your sensitivity," he said. With quick, deft strokes he peeled wax from my upper body and my breasts and my stomach. The chips and pieces cracked away and he flicked them onto the floor.

  Wow.

  My skin beneath the wax was red and responsive, like a sunburn but not bad. Everywhere Lucent touched, everywhere he removed the wax, I just felt more. When he tweaked my nipple after freeing it from its cocoon of wax, I swore I must have nearly had an orgasm right then and there, from nothing more than that. I felt like I had four nipples tightly packed into one and all of them sensitive beyond belief.

  Lucent chipped and flicked and removed more wax, leaving a red-skinned imprint of his lilac flower painting on my body. When he reached my pubic mound, I realized I was in trouble. Lucent realized it, too, but with a goofy grin on his face and an ever vigilant gaze towards his newfound source of excitement, I don't think he found it as troubling as me.

  The wax came free from my pubic hair easily, just as he'd said. The mineral oil kept it from sticking too much, though it did nothing to remove my heightened sensitivity. He cracked and peeled away the wax on my clit and my labia and everything else and...

  I spasmed in some heady, immediate orgasm. What? How? I knew how, and yet I didn't. I'd been so worked up before, so needy and aroused, that with the extra sensation throbbing through me from the wax, and the easy way Lucent handled my body, I became completely undone. While I squirmed in climax on the table, completely not expecting this, Lucent put a hand on my stomach and pubic bone and kept me mostly in place.

  He seemed more amused than anything, and he stroked and rubbed around the hood of my clit, urging my climax onwards.

  Oh, wow. Oh, wow. That was all I could think. Oh, wow.

  "So you see, Miss Tanner," Lucent said, cocksure and confident. "I'm about to have a lot of fun with you. Not that you need it at the moment, as I'm positive your arousal will give me plenty to work with, but the mineral oil from before should provide us with an interesting experience, too."

  He didn't say anymore. He didn't ask me any questions, or tell me what he was doing, or anything. Staring at him, rapt, my pleasure fading slightly during my post-orgasmic wind-down, Lucent divested himself of his shoes and pants and underwear. Standing before me, naked and glorious, he stepped to the end of the table.

  He grabbed my legs. He grabbed my legs and pulled, and with the slickness of the oil that had dripped onto his cushioned table, I slid towards him easily. His erection stood prominently before me, eager, like he said, with anticipation.

  I thought I might have a little time to prepare, maybe some warm up beforehand, but, no. He pulled me and I slid directly onto his cock. He sheathed himself inside of me, the mineral oil and my arousal making his journey extremely easy.

  I had an orgasm, and I was coming down from an orgasm, but apparently I wasn't. I gasped as he fitted himself inside of me, filling me completely. He held my thighs tight, squeezing me against him, and in my heightened state of affairs, all I could do was feel pleasure. As he rocked against me, pushing in and out of me in quick bursts, I think I died.

  This wasn't a little death, not by any means. Petite mort? No, not at all. This was some grand event, pronounced and open only by invitation, but Lucent and I both had VIP passes.

  My body, inside of me, attempted to clench onto him in desperate release, but the slickness of the oil prevented it. My orgasm grew, heavier and powerful, and Lucent continued his insistent exploitation of my core. Even worse, he decided it was a good idea to toy with my clit with one hand while he held my thigh with the other and pounded into me.

  This was all... a lot. I couldn't think of any way to define it besides that. Sex multiplied by five, squared, then cubed. Slippery and slick, constant, intense and... a lot.

  I orgasmed again, and again. And more. I had never had multiple orgasms like this before, and I always felt jealous of those who could, but apparently Lucent knew how to release that hidden restraint inside of me. As easily, I thought, as if he'd undone the clip of a leather cuff and set me free. I closed my eyes and became pure pleasure and thought of nothing except him and I coupling, climax overtaking me over and over.

  ...

  Lucent and I had left Sam's Carousel club a little before two in the morning. We must have arrived at his apartment at about two, but I didn't remember checking the time then. I was too excited to see his home.

  I had no idea what time it was now, nor if time existed anymore. Maybe everyone in the world had decided to do away with it while Lucent and I made love excessively on the cushioned table in his candle room. This, I thought, was a good room, and maybe I should stay here forever.

  We weren't having sex anymore, but that was fine with me. I lay there, gazing upwards, seeing myself in the mirror, nigh oblivious to everything else. I saw Lucent, too, and he looked happy. I thought I must be glowing, because everything seemed brighter all of a sudden. My body felt wonderful and light like an airy gust of wind.

  Lucent had filled me with his own orgasm while sating me with more than a few of mine. Then he cleaned me with a towel while I lay there, smiling like an idiot. Well, maybe I was an idiot, I thought, but what of it? Lucent accepted me and he treated me nicely and he saved me.

  He also poured hot, melted wax all across my body and brought me to the brink of agony before delivering me into a triumph of consummate ecstasy. Lucent was very good at these sorts of things. A thought occurred to me and I panicked.

  Before I knew it, he had me cradled in his arms and was carrying me out of the room.

  Anxious, worried, I looked up at him. "Lucent, do you do this often? I mean, do you do it with anyone else, too?"

  He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Miss Tanner, I told you this already. I don't believe in partial relationships. I don't partake in casual sex, nor do I do things merely for the fun of it."

  "Oh," I said. "What does that mean?"

  "What does that mean with you, you mean?"

  I nodded. "Yes."

  He brought me to the door and I opened it for us, unthinking. He smiled at me and nodded his thanks, then carried me into the hallway of his skyrise apartment.

  "I don't know," he said, shrugging and lifting me up slightly.

  "What do you mean you don't know? You need to know. You can't not know."

  "I don't think this is a good idea," he said.

  "Oh." I didn't really like that answer.

  "I want it to be a good idea, though."

  This was a better answer, I thought. "I liked the wax."

  "Did you? You look thoroughly fatigued."

  "I do?" I grinned, sleepy. I felt a little tired, too. Tired, but awake. I wanted to cuddle with him and talk, and lay in bed or in front of a fireplace on a pallet in the library. With snow surrounding us. Just us. Alone.

  "I'm taking you to my bed," he informed me, sounding as if he refused to accept dissent.

  "Alright," I said.

  "You smell beautiful," he said. "I appreciate your choice in candle scents."

  "You have really nice candles," I added. "Those are soy? They smell better."

  "Soy, yes." He nodded and we wandered down his hallway towards, I assumed, his bedroom. He hadn't bothered to turn the lights on and we traveled softly through the darkness. "I have them custom made by a small candlemaking company in Minnesota. They're quite accommodating."

  "Oh," I said. "What's your favorite scent for a candle?"

  "Currently, I believe it might be lilac," he said with a rakish grin. "Previously I enjoyed pumpkin and spice, though."

  "We should use pumpkin candles tomorrow," I said, nodding.

  Lucent laughed. "Maybe. Maybe not. We'll see."

  I was sleepy, and maybe not thinking well, but the next words just came blurting out of my mouth. "Can we go on a date, Lucent? You said in the library you'd think about asking me out on one once we got out and I know you wanted me to go away but I don't want to go away and I would like it if you asked me on a date."

  He stopped in the hallway and stared at me. I couldn't see much of him, except a faint shadow of his face provided to me by the glimmer of the moon and stars from a nearby window. He shook his head and grinned, amazed. "You want me to ask you on a date?"

  "Yes, I would like it."

  "I'll consider it, Miss Tanner. I think I might. Let's go to sleep for now, though."

  "You'll sleep with me?" I asked.

  "I am going to put you in my bed and I am going to get in right beside you, yes."

  "Can we cuddle?"

  "Yes."

  "Can we talk?"

  "For a little while, and then we need to sleep."

  "Sometimes I talk in my sleep," I said. "If I do, will you answer me still?"

  He snorted out a chuckle. "You're very difficult, did you know that?"

  "I know," I said. "But you like me still."

  "I do," he agreed. "Yes."

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  A Note from Cerys

  This one was a lot. It took a lot of time, it ended up being a lot longer, and I think it's a lot better because of it. There were some really difficult scenes to write in this one, but I think that's what makes it that tiny bit better than some other things. Most particularly, I had a really hard time writing the scene involving Cole. Maybe it's a bit silly, but I get very attached to my own characters, and while I think bad things happening sometimes is good and necessary, it's kind of hard to deal with. They're kind of like children or friends in that way; we always want the best for them.

  Besides that, I'm proud to announce that this is my 50th e-book! When I started this, it seemed like gaining any traction and doing better and becoming "real" was impossible. I know some other authors who do very well, with lots of great e-books, and fans, and everything, but I didn't know if that was possible for me. It's silly(again, more silliness), but sometimes it doesn't feel real.

  You're real, though, and you're reading this right now, and I just want to say thanks. You've made this real for me, and without you none of this would be possible for me. I always try to make my stories the best that I can for all of you, and I really hope you enjoy them. I put a little piece of me in all of them, and it's a little hard to open up like that, but I think it makes my stories more special than otherwise.

  Anyways! The way things are going, I'm hoping to finish up The Billionaire's Paradigm series with seven or eight e-books total. I believe I can finish everything up fine with seven, but I think I might do an eighth as a kind of "closing" book, you know? Would anyone like that? I don't want to give away any of what's going to happen, but I like the idea of the characters having some time to have fun at the end. It's not really important, I guess, but I think it's nice to do that. Also, I'm going to miss them and be sad that I'm finished. If you think it's a neat idea, or a bad idea, or whatever idea, I'd love to hear your thoughts and you can email me any time.

  I hope you enjoyed this longer, 50th e-book special thing! I've actually been trending towards writing things longer for awhile now, but this one was... a lot... yeah. It might only take four or five hours to read the entire thing(if you're fast), but it took me close to twenty times that to make it what it was. I loved every second of it, though, and I hope you love it, too.

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  Sample (Sweet)

  Please enjoy this sample from the historical BDSM erotic romance novelette, "Dominant Dreams," by Cerys du Lys

  "Good evening, Nina," the man said.

  "How do you know my name?" she asked.

  "How would I not?" he said with a smirk. "This is a dream and I am the master of dreams."

  Her breath caught and she inhaled quickly. "An incubus," she said.

  "Exactly that. Though I'd prefer you call me Gideon."

  "I can't," she said without thinking.

  "And why is that?" Gideon asked.

  Nina didn't know. She'd read something about demons in the books her tutors had given her, but there wasn't much information. Still, she knew that a demon of dreams was called an incubus, and supposedly they were one of the worst. They ate dreams, the book said, and would devour your mind.

  "What do you want?" she asked, and with a tentative pause she added his name. "Gideon."

  "Ah, so you can say my name." He chuckled to himself.

  "I'm not afraid of you."

  "You shouldn't be. I mean you no harm."

  That caught her off guard. She stared at him, at his rugged features and attractive jaw. She wanted to kiss his cheek, feel the brush of stubble against her soft lips, but of course she couldn't. Except, why not? Perhaps he wasn't real and all of this was a dream anyways.

  "I thought we could get to know each other," Gideon said, ignoring her hungry stares. "Would you like to play a game?"

  "I should think playing a game with a demon is a bad idea," Nina replied. Perhaps she found him attractive, but she still had her wits about her.

  "You think correctly!" The way he said it sounded gleeful, which she found odd. "Never play a game with a demon without laying out the exact rules. Fortunately for you, I shall do just that. It's a simple game, and one which I think you'll enjoy."

  She frowned, brow furrowing. "I have no clothes," she said, remembering her state of undress.

  "The game involves nothing to do with clothing. You may remove the rest if you'd like?"

  He raised one brow, leering at her, his gaze wandered from the top of her head, down her long, blonde hair, to the curve of her collarbone, and along the swell of her breasts. There, he lingered, and she found herself excited by his stares, not knowing why. Her nipples hardened and he grinned in satisfaction, before continuing his inspection of her. Soft stomach down to her perfect hips and then he took special interest in the hidden slit behind her lacy panties. Nervously she crossed her legs, attempting to hide herself from view.

  (You can find the rest of this story here: Dominant Dreams )

  Sample (Spice)

  Please enjoy this sample from the erotic urban fantasy novellete, "Vanima's Dirty Dilemma," the second in the Vanima's Initiation series, by Cerys du Lys

  "I will tell you one thing," Devi said with a devious grin. "This is a little different than yesterday. Bryn's a professional, so he knows what he's doing. The first part of your interview process today involves checking out some studs. We've invited the hottest boys from the University to join in on a 'Best of the Best' man competition, if you will. You'll get to see the first part, but you don't get to vote or anything like that. That's for official Spellbloom sisters. If you get in, you'll see the whole thing another time, but if not..." Devi trailed off, with a shrug. "It'll be a once in a lifetime opportunity, most likely."

  Ugh. Vanima knew of these kinds of things. While she didn't despise them, she rarely understood the point. Trot out a few boys in their underwear, make them flex for a bunch of girls, whistle at them and set them to the same standards the men sometimes put women at, treating them like pieces of meat and nothing more. It barely sounded interesting, really. Vanima had sowed her wild oats a long, long time ago, as it were, and she would do this thing, but doubted it'd excite her that much. She could have let Ada come, could have told her niece everything already.

  Devi and Vanima reached the Spellbloom house in short order. Devi managed the magical lock on the front door with a few quick cantrips, and then ushered Vanima inside. Together, they moved past the main room, went down a flight of stairs into the basement, and hurried to a small room off to the side. Devi closed the door they entered through, and moved to the wall of the small room. There was nothing in it except space, two opposed doors, and the girls. Curious, Vanima eyed the other door, opposite the one they'd just came in. Where did that go to?

 

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