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- Herausgeber: Ellis O. Day
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Patrick and Annie's relationship is on the rocks.
He's happy with their sex life, but she's always been kinkier than him. He's sure she wants to add someone else to their bed. He's done threesomes before. It's only fair that she gets to try one. He's not sure he can survive watching another man touch her, but he doesn't think their relationship will last if he doesn't allow her to explore more kink.
Annie's been in failed relationships before. She knows the signs and Patrick is sending them loud and clear, but she's not ready to let it end. She loves him too much.
When he suggests that they invite another person to their bed, will she agree? Does she want that?
If they go through with it, will it make their relationship better or will it destroy it?
If you enjoy romantic comedies with explicit, kinky sex where two people work through their issues and comes out a better couple, then you'll love More Than A Voyeur.
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More Than a Voyeur
La Petite Mort Club Intimate Encounters, Volume 5
Ellis O. Day
Published by LSODea, 2024.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
MORE THAN A VOYEUR
First edition. July 18, 2024.
Copyright © 2024 Ellis O. Day.
ISBN: 978-1960201171
Written by Ellis O. Day.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also By Ellis O. Day
More Than a Voyeur (La Petite Mort Club Intimate Encounters, #5)
CHAPTER 1: Patrick
CHAPTER 2: Annie
CHAPTER 3: Patrick
CHAPTER 4: Annie
CHAPTER 5: Annie
CHAPTER 6: Patrick
CHAPTER 7: Patrick
CHAPTER 8: Annie
CHAPTER 9: Annie
CHAPTER 10: Patrick
CHAPTER 11: Patrick
CHAPTER 12: Annie
CHAPTER 13: Patrick
CHAPTER 14: Patrick
CHAPTER 15: Annie
CHAPTER 16: Patrick
CHAPTER 17: Annie
CHAPTER 18: Patrick
CHAPTER 19: Annie
CHAPTER 20: Patrick
CHAPTER 21: Annie
CHAPTER 22: Patrick
CHAPTER 23: Annie
CHAPTER 24: Annie
CHAPTER 25: Patrick
CHAPTER 26: Annie
CHAPTER 27: Patrick
CHAPTER 28: Annie
CHAPTER 29: Patrick
CHAPTER 30: Annie
CHAPTER 31: Annie
CHAPTER 32: Patrick
CHAPTER 33: Patrick
CHAPTER 34: Annie
CHAPTER 35: Patrick
CHAPTER 36: Annie
CHAPTER 37: Patrick
CHAPTER 38: Annie
CHAPTER 39: Patrick
CHAPTER 40: Annie
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Patrick and Annie’s relationship is on the rocks.
He’s happy with their sex life, but she’s always been kinkier than him. He’s sure she wants to add someone else to their bed.
He’s had threesomes before. It’s only fair that she gets to try one. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but it is. He’s not sure he can survive watching another man touch her, but he doesn’t think their relationship will last if he doesn’t allow her to experiment with more kink.
Annie’s been in failed relationships before. She knows the signs and Patrick is sending them loud and clear, but she’s not ready to let it end. She loves him too much.
When he suggests that they invite another person to their bed, will she agree? Does she want that?
If they go through with it, will it make their relationship better, or will it destroy it?
If you enjoy romantic comedies with explicit, kinky sex where two people work through their issues and end up a better couple, then you’ll love More Than A Voyeur.
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CHAPTER 1: Patrick
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Patrick turned off the car and stared at the wall of his garage. This was the first time since Annie had moved in with him that he’d dreaded going home. They’d had some rough patches before but nothing like this.
Things hadn’t been great between them since the blowup with her brother Vic. His news tonight wasn’t going to make it better, but sitting here wouldn’t change anything. It’d only delay it. He got out of the car and walked into the house, smiling at Sophie’s and Boomer’s barks of joy as they raced to greet him. At least they were happy to see him.
“You may have to share the couch with me tonight.” He bent, scratching Boomer behind his long, floppy hound dog ears while rubbing Sophie’s belly as she dropped onto the floor and rolled over. She’d gotten so big. She’d been a sweet little puppy when Nick had brought her to La Petite Mort Club, but now she was a forty-pound gangly terror.
“Patrick, is that you?” Annie called out.
“Yeah.” Who the hell else would be coming in through the garage? But he kept that question to himself. It’d only start another fight, and they were already in for a doozie once he told her what he’d done. “Dinner smells great.”
He headed into the living room, the dogs trotting at his side. She was an excellent cook. His hand drifted over his stomach which wasn’t as flat as it’d been before they’d met. Her food was the best he’d ever tasted. He used to work it off at the gym and in bed. Their sex life had been off the charts hot—at least to him—but not lately.
He started for the kitchen. She’d been working a lot, trying to get her catering business going, and when she was home, she was usually busy cooking something. He veered toward the small bar in the dining room next to the kitchen. Tonight, they were going to both need a drink. He’d make hers stronger than normal to help soften his news. He pulled his phone and keys from his pocket and put them in a bowl on the counter. “I’m going to make a drink. You want one?”
“Sure, but you’ll have to help me drink it.” Her voice came from behind him not from the kitchen.
He spun around and his knees shook as his gaze wandered over his wet dream come to life. She was stretched out on the couch, wearing nothing but a blindfold and handcuffs. His throat dried at the sight of her body—all that hot, warm skin, fragrant and waiting for him. Her nipples were already hard little buds and her small waist curved into large hips that a man could sink into. Her legs were slightly open, and he swore that was wetness glistening on the patch of hair between her thighs.
“I thought we could fuck before we eat.” She smiled and her lips were so wide and lush.
“I think we’ll both be eating something very soon.” He kicked off his shoes as he walked to the couch. “Starting with me.”
He grabbed her ankles, moving her legs before sitting sideways on the couch. He leaned in, kissing along the crease of her thighs. She moaned and wiggled as his lips moved toward her pussy. He paused, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. Fuck. He’d missed this. They hadn’t been completely celibate but lately sex had been infrequent and quick. His dick pressed at his zipper, but that was staying locked up for a bit. He licked upward, slipping his tongue between her folds, and teasing her clit.
She moaned, her mouth open and her chest heaving. “Please, Patrick. Fuck me.”
“Later.” He didn’t want to hurry through this. After he told her his news, she might not let him touch her for a while, so he was going to get his fill.
CHAPTER 2: Annie
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Annie moaned as her bound hands reached for Patrick.
“First, I’m going to bury my face in your pussy.” He kissed her fingers before tossing her legs over his shoulders.
“Oh god, Patrick.” The linen of his shirt felt rough on the sensitive skin of her thighs as his hot breath teased her swollen flesh.
“You’re so beautiful.” He spread her lower lips and licked up her slit, soft and teasing.
“More. Please.” She squirmed, but his hands tightened on her legs, holding her in place as he continued to run his tongue along her pussy in soft strokes.
He traced the sides, dipping inside her for just a moment and then flicking her clit.
“Oh, God. Yes.” Her body bucked, trying to get closer to the pleasure. “Again. Do it again. Please. I need you inside me when you do that. Please.” She writhed under him. She needed him...his fingers...his cock...something inside her to ease the ache of emptiness.
He stilled, his hands squeezing her thighs almost to the point of pain before he let go and stood, walking away.
“Patrick?” She pushed the blindfold from her face and sat up. “What’s the matter?” What had she done now?
Things had been off between them lately, and she wasn’t sure why. She’d been working a lot, but they still had sex. Not as often as before but that was to be expected in a relationship, especially when they both worked long hours. It didn’t bother her, but how he treated her after sex did. Instead of being close and feeling connected, he seemed distant. Her gut twisted. She’d been through this before. It was how it always started—the beginning of the end. She almost choked on a sob. She couldn’t lose him. She loved him more than she’d ever thought she could love anyone, but she didn’t know how to fix things because she had no idea what was wrong.
“I’m just doing what you asked.” His tone was hard as he came out of their bedroom. “As always.”
“What do you mean by that?” She instinctively braced herself. He’d never called her pushy or bossy, but he hadn’t defended her when her brother had. Was he pulling away from her because she was too bossy?
“Put the blindfold back on and get on your knees.” His green eyes were dark like the forest at night as they skimmed down her body.
Her gaze dropped to the bulge in his jeans. He wasn’t distant or disinterested now, and the best way to show she wasn’t always bossy was to obey. She licked her lips. She couldn’t wait.
CHAPTER 3: Patrick
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Patrick’s cock almost burst through his pants as Annie climbed off the couch and got onto her knees before pulling down the blindfold. She was so amazing and always so fucking eager to play. He absolutely loved how adventurous she was, especially in the bedroom, but he hated that he wasn’t sure he was enough for her anymore. She kept hinting at things. Even a contortionist couldn’t eat her out and fuck her at the same time. Nope, that required two men or.... He placed the vibrator on the end table next to the couch. He hoped this would satisfy her, but he feared it wouldn’t be enough for long. She wanted another man not a toy. He didn’t think he could share her with anyone, but he couldn’t lose her either.
“Patrick?” She tipped her head a little, causing her dark hair to fall around her shoulders and over her fabulous tits.
“Raise your hands.” His voice was already rough with desire. She obeyed immediately which made his cock throb, but he had a cure for that. He grabbed her hands with one of his, holding them over her head as he stepped closer. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, skimming it across her mouth and painting her lush red lips with his precum. Her tongue darted out, tasting him. He groaned. It felt so fucking good. “Want more?”
“Always.” She smiled and opened her mouth wide, waiting for him.
“Fuck.” His balls tightened as he slid the tip of his dick into her mouth. His eyes drifted partially shut with pleasure as she swirled her tongue around him, exploring his slit. It felt so fucking good. “Keep your arms up.” He wrapped his other hand in her hair and thrust forward, sliding into her mouth.
She closed around him, sucking.
“Annie. Yes. Like that.” He thrust gently as she sucked. He’d love to slide all the way down her tight throat and feel it closing around his cock, but he only did that when she controlled the pace. Right now, he needed to be in charge. He was losing her. She wanted more than him. She wanted to fuck other men. He couldn’t let that happen. She was his. His! His thrusts became harder, and she gagged. “Sorry, babe.” He pulled back, his hand stroking her hair.
She lifted off him, breathing heavily. “It’s fine. Please.” She opened her mouth, waiting for him.
He slid into her hot wetness again, just the tip, and she sucked like he was a fucking thick milkshake. His legs trembled as he grabbed her head, holding her in place. Her suction increased, making his balls tighten. It felt so damn good. “Annie.” He panted. “I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
She sucked harder, and he slipped over the edge, his eyes closing as his hips thrust, spilling his seed, and finding relief in the fact that right now, she was his and no one else’s.
When he was done, he pulled out. He’d come hard, but it wouldn’t be long before he’d be ready again, especially if he kept looking at her. She was a gorgeous hot mess—her hair tangled from his fingers, blindfolded, bound hands over her head, her chest heaving and his cum dribbling from her mouth. “Your turn.”
CHAPTER 4: Annie
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Annie squeaked when Patrick picked her up and dropped her onto the couch. He unhooked her handcuffs and then lifted her leg. She pushed up her blindfold and her body almost melted at the sight.
His face was tight with tension, and his green eyes were almost black from desire. Her gaze dropped to his pants. He’d zipped them up, and there was no longer a delicious bulge, but she knew him well enough to know that it’d be back soon. Nothing could keep him down. He clamped the cuff around her ankle.
“What are you doing?” Her arm and leg were now attached.
“That’ll keep you open and my head safe.” He glanced up at her, a spark of amusement in his eyes.
“I can’t help it that I squeeze you. It’s your fault. You’re too damn good at this.”
“And don’t ever forget it.” He swatted the side of her ass.
“Hey.” The protest sounded as false as it was. She loved it when he got a little rough.
He leaned over her. “Hello, Annie. I forgot to say it when I came home.”
“Hi.” Her heart melted. She loved this man so much. She touched his face with her free hand. “I was waiting for you.”
“I saw that.” He smirked as his eyes drifted down her body, sending tingles everywhere they touched.
“Did you like my surprise?”
“Very much.” He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands cupped her breasts.
She moaned as he kissed his way down her neck, touching that spot that seemed to be directly linked to her pussy. He lingered there, licking and sucking. She wiggled, needing more. “Please, Patrick.” She was desperate for him.
He moved downward, pausing on her breasts. He pulled a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh....” she moaned as he sucked, the sensations making her body tighten and the juncture between her legs throb with need.
He bit her nipple, sending a spark of heat through her before soothing the sting with his tongue. She writhed as his hot mouth burned a path to her abdomen but then he stopped, staring at her pussy.
She reached for him, tangling her hand in his hair, and gently pushing him downward.
“Trying to give me a hint?” He looked up at her, grinning as his fingers skimmed up and down her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where she ached for him.
“Yes, damn it. I need you to stop teasing me and get to it.”
“Patience, love.”
“You weren’t saying that when I had your dick in my mouth.”
“That was entirely different.” He traced her pussy, but his touch was fleeting and way too light.
“How?” She shifted, trying to catch his finger, but he only grinned wider.
“It was me on the edge, not you.” He chuckled.
“You’re an ass.”
“Yep”—he pushed the leg that wasn’t bound to her hand farther from the other as he bent—“but you love that about me.”
“That is not one of the qual....” Her words turned into a moan as his mouth lowered to her pussy, and he licked deep inside her. “Yesss. Oh, God. Yes.” Her hand tangled in his hair, and her free leg dropped onto his shoulder, her foot trying to pull him closer. He was so good at this; she wanted to scream and weep.
A hum filled the room, and her body froze except for the pulse between her legs. That increased...A LOT. She knew that sound. “Patrick.... Oh, my....”
The vibration skimmed over her clit, and she almost shot off the couch.
“Hold still.” His hot breath branded her skin as he rolled that toy over her pussy, teasing her swollen nub.
“Oh, oh...Patrick.” She bucked, not sure if she was trying to get closer or away as pleasure danced with pain.
“Stop moving.” He slapped her thigh as he yanked her leg off his shoulder. He bent it at the knee and tucked it against his chest before leaning forward and holding her down as he pushed the vibrator into her.
“Oh, oh.” Slick from her juices it slid easily into her. He pulled out and then pushed it back inside, fucking her with the toy. She moaned, her body clamping on to it as the vibrations stroked her passion. It felt so good but not as good as him. He was bigger and hotter and better but then his mouth was on her clit. He sucked as he thrust the toy into her, in and out as his tongue teased her nub, flicking and then sucking.
It was too much. She bucked against his face. “Please.” She panted. “I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” He moved so fast she barely knew what’d happened. He dropped her leg as he unhooked her handcuffs. He used his body to keep her still as he lowered his mouth to her pussy again. He sucked her clit as he pressed a button, turning the vibrator up.
She screamed. Her body spasmed so hard it stilled and then shattered, her pelvis thrusting as her muscles squeezed that toy.
“Fuck that.” He lifted off her, pulling the vibrator from her body and tossing it aside.
“No. Pat...rick.” Her pussy clenched, but there was nothing there. She needed the toy...him...something inside her. She curled into a ball, almost weeping from the emptiness, but then he yanked her legs apart.
His dick, hot and hard, prodded at her opening. She gasped as he shoved inside, her body still tight from her orgasm.
“Open for me.” His mouth came down on hers, his tongue invading.
She couldn’t help but respond, her body softening for him. He pushed all the way into her. He was hot and thick, stretching her. “Oh fuck. You feel so good.”
He grunted in her ear as he pumped into her. He was way past pretty words. This was what she loved best, him out of control because of her. She responded to his need, pulling him deeper with each thrust, her orgasm spiraling back to full swing.
She wrapped her arms around him. His shirt scratched her skin in a wonderful way as his hot breath came in desperate pants in her ear. His strong body rubbed along hers. He was everything and everywhere—above her, around her, inside her. He was hers. Her body tightened, clinging to him, and she gasped as she came, squeezing him and holding him tight.
He thrust into her over and over and then his body stiffened. He groaned as his hips slowed, emptying his desire inside of her.
CHAPTER 5: Annie
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Annie’s hand ran up and down Patrick’s back, content to stay just like this, maybe forever. She kissed his ear. “I’ll have to surprise you more often.”
“Hmm.” He grunted and then rolled off her.
That wasn’t quite the reply she’d wanted, and her heart tore a little. He got up, pulling on his pants. This was how guys acted when they were done with a woman. Sure, they’d fuck her but after that they were distant. That little tear turned into a full fledge maiming. She stood.
“Where are you going?”
“To put on some clothes.” It was bad enough he was acting like a dick. She didn’t have to be naked while he did it.
“I’ll get you that drink.” He walked to the cabinet where they kept their liquor.
“Make it a double.” She strode into their bedroom, trying to stay calm. Things hadn’t been great lately, but maybe it wasn’t over between them. No, forget that. If he kept acting like this, she’d end it. She didn’t need to put up with him being an asshole. She grabbed a bra and put it on, but the snap wouldn’t fasten. He’d broken it a few weeks ago when he’d been eager to fuck. “Damn him.” She threw it across the room and dropped onto the bed, tears welling in her eyes. Who was she kidding? She wasn’t going to end it. She still loved him. She’d truly thought that she’d finally found her happily ever after, but once again, she’d been wrong.
She stood and walked to the dresser, putting on a different bra and a clean pair of underwear. He could’ve had a bad day. Weeks of bad days and he didn’t talk to her about it? That wasn’t good either. She put on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. What was wrong with her that made all the men in her life leave? She was a bit strong-willed and stubborn, but she was also loving and caring. She wiped the tears from her eyes. This was not her fault, and she was tired of playing these games with him. She needed an explanation for why he was acting like this, and she needed it now. She stormed into the living room.
“We need to talk.” He sat on a chair across from the couch where they’d just made love.
Her heart froze. Those were the four worst words in the English language. She knew they’d been fighting a lot, but she hadn’t thought it was over, not really. She’d suspected, but she hadn’t truly believed it. She swallowed the knot of pain in her throat. She’d survive. She always did. “Where’s my drink?” She was going to need it.
“There.” He nodded to the end table by the couch, a distance from him that seemed like a mile. She sat and gulped down half of it.
“Shit.” His eyes widened. “I hope the news isn’t that bad.”
“Just tell me. I’m in no mood to drag this out.” She couldn’t believe him. He was dumping her, and he hoped it wasn’t that bad.
“What do you think I’m going to say?” He frowned.
“Nothing.”
“It isn’t nothing that makes you chug your drink.” His eyes narrowed as he puzzled it out. He was a top-notch private investigator. He’d figure it out sooner rather than later.
“You said we needed to talk.” She finished her drink and stood, walking across the room, and pouring another one. “It’s no secret what those words mean in a relationship.”
“You think I’m breaking up with you?”
She shrugged, but the surprise in his voice soothed her heart and her nerves.
