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  CONTENTS

  SUBMISSIVE DREAMS

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  About the Author

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  Submissive Dreams

  ISBN #978-1-906590-92-5

  ©Copyright Ashley Ladd 2008

  Cover Art by (artist name) ©Copyright (Month/Year)

  Edited by Michele Paulin

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author's imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  SUBMISSIVE DREAMS

  Ashley Ladd

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  Dedication

  To my wonderful TEB editor, my critique partners,

  and everybody who helps my characters come to life.

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  Chapter One

  "You're not gonna fuckin’ believe this.” Lilli whistled long and loud while she shook her head. The late afternoon sunlight filtering through the grimy windows glinted off her multi-coloured hair streaked blonde and red through her auburn locks.

  Accustomed to her friend's over-ebullience, Stacey Cooke gave an obligatory smile. However, she didn't blink an eye. “Uh huh."

  "No, I mean it. This is fuckin’ unbelievable! Sit down. This is wild."

  With an arched brow, Stacey double checked her seating arrangement. “I am sitting. So what is it I won't believe?"

  Reverently, Lilli placed her laptop atop Stacey's legs. “Look closely. Recognise anyone?"

  Stacey gulped. Naked bodies writhed together, kissing, caressing, shagging their arses off ... Women were tied up while men enjoyed their wicked way with them.

  "Uh, why do you want me to look at this?” Despite herself, she couldn't stop staring at the huge hard cocks fucking the moist pussies. Nor could she keep from creaming her own panties.

  "Come on. Don't you see it?” Lilli jumped up and down as if panicked. She jabbed a finger at the screen.

  "Look at the man's face. Don't you recognise him?” Her friend's voice reverberated with frustration and excitement.

  Stacey hadn't exactly been studying faces. Those muscles and cocks were mouth-watering scrumptious, and she squirmed on her chair.

  Lilli tapped her pointy, chipped fingernail on a man's face

  Stacey's eyes dilated on the face she knew so well. It went blurry before her eyes, and her heart skipped several beats. She couldn't breathe. It couldn't be. She had to be hallucinating. Or this was a trick. Was it April first?

  "That's Brandon."

  The caption under the bald-headed man proclaimed him to be ‘Tyrannosaurus Rex', but it was unmistakably her ex-husband—on steroids. Or maybe some great graphic air brushing was in play. Still, she laboured in disbelief as she struggled for air. “Th-that couldn't be him. He'd never, ever..."

  Gobsmacked, she couldn't finish the sentence.

  Lilli leaned close enough to kiss the screen. “Dominate women? Tie them up? Shag them in public? Be a porn star?"

  All of the above. Stacey couldn't help herself, she stole another look at the man's face. It certainly looked like Brand, but she couldn't wrap her mind around all this. Hell no! Her husband couldn't be fucking other women. Especially not so many other women—where everybody could see him. “They say everyone has a double..."

  "If it was me, I'd be finding out for sure.” Lilli waved a dismissive hand and paced before her.

  The hurtful truth slapped her between the eyes, and she dragged in a deep breath.

  "We're divorced. He can do whatever the hell he pleases.” Even if it ached that he'd never done any of that with her, that he was doing it with so many other women, she'd get over it. Still, obsessed against her will, she scrolled through the pages, counting just how many partners he'd had. Holy! ‘Rex’ had fucked at least twenty women onscreen. The man was more machine than human.

  She mumbled more to herself than to her friend as she rested her chin on her hand, her spirit draining. “Just how would I find out for sure?"

  Lilli crossed back to her and gave her shoulder a commiserative squeeze. “Well, you could pick up the phone and just ask him."

  "Lovely. You expect me to blurt out ‘are you a porn star? Is that you shagging all those twits?’ Like I'm really bloody going to do that."

  Lilli confiscated the laptop and clicked on a few keys. Then she handed it back as she licked her lips. “Look, they're advertising for women who want to ... participate."

  "You're not suggesting...?” Stacey gaped at her friend. “Why would I want to? We're divorced with a capitol ‘D'.” Pain slashed at her nevertheless—a pain she didn't want and refused to name. “I mean, he never wanted me that way. Our sex was mind-numbing..."

  She shut up when she realised she'd revealed more than she'd intended. Flames licked her cheeks.

  Lilli leaned over her, crimson heat flooding her cheeks. “You call that boring? If he wasn't your ex, I might be tempted..."

  Stacey wanted to scream ‘No way!’ but bit her tongue. Instead she said with as much calmness as she could muster, “He means nothing to me. You're free to do what you want with him. It seems everybody else has..."

  "Besides the unwritten code that friends do not date their friends’ exes, methinks you still have feelings for the guy. You've not taken your beady little glowing eyes off him."

  "Methinks,” Stacey mo
cked her friend, “I'm still in shock that one, you were looking at porn in the first place, and two, that Brandon, Rex, or whatever the moron calls himself now, would do this shit, and three, that he would let himself be photographed and posted all over the G-D internet.” Tears pricked the backs of her eyes, and she struggled to hold them back.

  Her friend must have seen them for she gave her a hug. “It's okay. I understand. You're allowed to get emotional and feel hurt. He wasn't a big, hulking He-Man with you, was he? Maybe it'd have been different if he had been. Maybe you'd still be together."

  Stacey could only nod as she unleashed her tears for what could have—what should have been. “He was so nice, too nice, with me. I wanted a man to take control, to stand up and be the man, but he was still a boy."

  Lilli stroked her hair. “I know. But he didn't with you, and now he's this big alpha male with all those other babes."

  Stacey hiccoughed and paged through the site. “Count them! There's at least thirty! And his dick is screwing every last one of them. How am I supposed to feel?"

  To her shame, she was not only wounded but turned on. It was all she could do not to squirm in her seat while looking at Brand's hard hot dick driving into all those wet, pink pussies, pumping his seed into them. Well, she presumed they were on birth control or that he wore condoms for protection. But if he was, she couldn't tell from the photos.

  She could see plenty else, however. The cameraman, whoever he was, had done a pretty good job of getting close ups of Brand's big cock and the red, swollen pussies.

  Bollocks! She wanted to wake up and find out this was just a nightmare.

  "This is just blooming lovely.” She pushed away the computer, the proof that her ex had moved on. She bet he didn't remember her. How could he after shagging so many beautiful women? After achieving such super stardom?

  "What are you going to do about this?” Lilli asked as she reclaimed her computer and resumed her endless surfing.

  Stacey fixated on the bloody machine, her gaze rapt. “Turn that off, will you? I don't want you ogling him, if you don't mind."

  "Okay, but that won't stop millions of other people worldwide from looking."

  "At least my best friend doesn't have to. Promise me you won't, okay?"

  Lilli paused too long.

  Stacey wrenched around in her chair and looked up at her friend. “I mean it. Promise me."

  Lilli rolled her eyes. “Oh, okay. I promise. But you gotta admit he's got a huge dick. I don't get how you could have kicked that magnificent god out of your bed. You gave up on him too soon, ducky."

  Stacey rubbed at her forehead, trying to remove the first traces of what promised to be a catastrophic headache. “Sex isn't everything. Marriage is about a whole lot more."

  Lilli harrumphed. “Don't give me that bull. Sex is a crucial part of it or you two would still be together."

  Stacey recalled their tentative vanilla sex, how she wanted to scream in frustration at the same old missionary style night after night. She'd been scared to tell him she'd wanted to be more adventurous, that she'd craved something more, that she'd needed more. Maybe he'd been scared, too.

  She buried her face in her hands. “God, I was such a fool."

  "Then tell him! Maybe it's not too late.” Lilli faced off against her, hands planted on her ample hips, challenge flashing in her eyes the shade of a mocha latte.

  Stacey looked up and swiped away the last tear she was ever going to shed over her ex. Sniffling, she dabbed at her nose. “Oh, come on. You've seen the evidence. He's getting his rocks off shagging every twit who moves."

  Mischief danced in her friend's eyes. “Well, not every woman. They all looked pretty young and hot to me."

  Stacey scrunched her nose. “Which means I'm an old hag in comparison. No way would he want to even talk to me much less shag me. He's selling sex. It's not romance."

  As she recalled, Brandon hadn't been big on the romance side of things either—another of her complaints. “Let's just pretend we never saw this, and I'll get on with my life. I think I've done just fine without him. I have a good life. I'm better off without him."

  Lilli made a face. “Uh huh. If you call moping around your house and being a workaholic getting on well with your life."

  "Just because I don't go pub hopping looking for Mr. Goodbar and shagging every bloke I see, doesn't mean I'm not happy."

  "Smile for God's sake. At least, pretend you're happy."

  Stacey stretched her lips wide and woodenly. She made sure to show plenty of teeth. As if she were a ventriloquist, she asked, “Like this?"

  Lilli threw up her hands. “Fuck it. You're bloody hopeless. I give up."

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  Brandon ‘Tyrannosaurus Rex’ Hudson prepared for another video taping with today's co-star, Summer Dawn. His cock swelled at the thought of the beauty's rounded, naked body, of biting away the flavoured material in order to make her big tits escape their confinement so that he could nibble on those, too. He pulled down his pants and masturbated, knowing that no one on set cared. They were used to seeing him starkers and actually expected such bizarre behaviour. The producers didn't care as long as he kept bringing in the income and his shows received tens of thousands of hits. The last report said they'd topped a million. More importantly, those million hits translated into multi-millions of pounds. The porn business was bigger than he'd ever imagined.

  It still boggled his mind that not only was he a porn star, but that he was at the top of the heap, the ‘king’ of porn.

  Wouldn't his ex be surprised?

  Not just surprised. Shocked.

  He hoped she'd be more than a little sorry she'd given him up and deprived herself of all the pleasure his big cock and hot lips brought to all these other babes. He dared anyone to call him humdrum now and claim he didn't satisfy them.

  Leticia, the producer's assistant ambled by and whistled. “If you want some real practise instead of just getting off on your hand, I'm ready, baby."

  Ogling the luscious babe with her big ass and her tits almost falling out of her low-cut bustier, he crooked his finger to her. “Come over here. There's time before the shooting for a little warm up."

  They'd played this game before, and Leticia always backed off, giggling and mumbling some excuse he never believed.

  Fire flashed in her eyes today, however. “You got enough stamina to shag two women in one day? I don't want to get sacked for wearing out the big star."

  He continued to crook his finger at her. “Let me worry about that. Get over here and bend over."

  She shot him a coy look. “Don't you want me to pull down my knickers first?"

  Ninety-nine percent sure she wouldn't ante up, he dared her, “I want you to strip buck naked.” When she pulled off her top and let her bodacious boobs jiggle before his ravenous lips, his cock grew bigger. “Go for it, babe. Take them all off."

  Leticia tsked. “Patience. I'm getting there."

  Patience was not his forte, and he dragged her into his arms and stripped her of the rest of her clothing. “Bend over, bitch."

  "Ooh, I love it when you talk like that.” Letty, as he liked to call her, bent over in front of him and wiggled her arse. “Stick that huge monster in me. Let me have it."

  How could he refuse a woman in need? This was such a far cry from his ex shunning him in bed, he couldn't believe he was the same man. His cock dripping with his juice, he rammed it into the hot piece of arse who begged for it.

  Moaning and writhing, they cried out in unison. He pulled out his dick so that just his tip teased her cunt.

  She tried to impale herself on him. “Don't stop now. I need you."

  "Don't you worry. I have no intention of stopping until you know what it's like to be had by Tyrannosaurus Rex."

  He snarled at the cheesiness of his words, but the audience and his conquests seemed to love it.

  She panted and moaned. “Please.” She pushed back at him, her pussy lips quivering and red with
her slickness.

  As a Dom, it was his mission to make her behave. “You know the rules. You've watched me enough. You don't speak until I give you permission, bitch. I'll have to discipline you.” With that, he pulled all the way out and smacked her bottom.

  She started to whimper then cut off her whine midstream. He'd make her sweat it out, but he was so damned horny, so ready to spill his seed, he couldn't wait. She'd caught him off guard before he was psyched up to do the show.

  He leaned over her and tweaked her burgeoning nipple as he rubbed his dick against her rounded bottom. “Today is your lucky day. I'm not going to make you suffer ... much.” He swatted her bottom again. “Next time, I'll hang you from the ceiling and use the clamps."

  She turned and tossed him a saucy wink. “Why not today?"

  "Did I give you permission to speak?” He stopped rubbing against her even though it was excruciating pain for him, too.

  "No, Master."

  "Did you speak again? I don't believe I'm hearing this. Maybe you aren't ready to be dominated. Maybe you aren't a submissive."

  This time, Letty didn't make so much as a whimper.

  He waited a couple moments, then satisfied she was obeying, he rammed into her inviting pussy. “This time, I'm going to be easy on you as you're just learning. Remember what you've learned. I'm the Master. You're the slave. Slaves never talk back to the Master without permission. You have permission to speak now."

  "Yes, Master. I'll do as you say, Master."

  "Excellent. You please me very much. Let me show you how much.” He pounded his cock into her as his hands held her arse, as he watched his cock slide in and out of her tight pussy. Blimey, he'd died and gone to heaven. He had the best job in the world.

  "Hey! Save some of that for the filming, would you, stud?” Chuck, the producer said through his cupped hands.

  "She's just warming me up. There's plenty more where this came from.” Although his voice was breathy, couched in moans, he spoke the truth. He'd become a shagging machine. This was his job. It was more than his job. It was his mission to fuck as many beautiful bodies as he could and bring as much pleasure to as many people as he could.