Release Blitz from House of Erotica: Spy Games

From the sunny streets of South Florida, to the bars of Paris, to the backstreets of Rome where a secret club for old spies lies hidden, Spy Games is a collection of nine tantalizing tales in which spies and detectives seduce and deduce in all corners of the world.

Edited by Jillian Boyd and featuring stories from the likes of Zak Jane Keir, Slave Nano, Emily L. Byrne and F. Leonora Solomon, Spy Games is filled with danger, desire and the thrill of sex and spying. Unleash your inner Mata Hari and devour this collection… should you choose to accept this mission, of course.

Spy Games

Excerpt from Playing with Mr. Rhymes by Ella Casias

Half an hour later we were at his house. One of seven, apparently. At least, those were the ones the agency knew of. There were two guards on the main gate, another four at the entrance of the house. Rhymes led me through, only giving them a small nod. When we entered the house he offered to make us drinks. I checked again for the key pendant every agent had for a situations like this. In case something goes wrong, push the small button on the side and in ten minutes tops this place would be swarming with agents and cops.

Rhymes offered me a glass and took my hand, leading me upstairs to his room. The moment we stepped in he took the glass from my hand, resting in on the cabinet. And then he was on me. There was no time for finesse as he backed me to the wall and pressed his body against mine. His fingers snaked under the edge of my dress and I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing to my belly. His tongue danced in my mouth, making me moan and arch into him, looking for more. I felt a rush of sensations I hadn’t felt for a long time and it only made my resolve stronger. Just for tonight, Mr. Rhymes was going to be mine.

His lips moved down and began to caress the smooth curve of my neck. He pushed my panties to the side and probed at my entrance, finding me already wet and ready for him. He continued to push his finger in and out, rubbing my swollen clit with his thumb.

“Harder,” I breathed and he removed his hand and pushed himself away from me, walking backwards toward the bed while untying his light-blue tie. His eyes were like molten lava and I knew his arousal and need for me were as strong as mine for him.


I gladly obeyed, wriggling as I slowly brought the dress over my head and tossed it on the floor. Rhymes was on the bed, his shirt unbuttoned and trousers gone, leaving him in briefs. I approached him, but he stopped me.

“All of it.”

I glanced down at the tiny bit of fabric that barely covered anything and eased out of them. I put my knee on the bed and removed his briefs, releasing his cock. My mouth went dry at the sight of him. I lowered my head and licked the tip as I brought my hand up and began to stroke.

“Don’t tease me.” He rasped, barely holding onto his control. I took half of his length inside and felt his muscles flexing. Damn, he was beautiful. A part of me felt sorry because I knew it was going to happen only once. After a couple of minutes of sucking and humming he told me to stop. He sat up, between my thighs. I heard him murmur “Beautiful” as he took in all of me, spread in front of him.

He placed his hands on my thighs and held them apart. He bent down and using his tongue he spread the folds of my pussy and worked his way inside, his tongue probing.  I was close and urged him to go faster. It took just moments before I cried out in ecstasy, waves of orgasmic bliss washing over me. In a haze, I heard him tearing at a foil wrapper so I opened my eyes to find him putting a condom on.

“You were playing with me all night, daring me to make you mine. I’m going to get my reward for being a patient man.”

I opened my thighs wider and that was the only invitation he needed. In one hard thrust he was inside, making me arch my back and call his name. Rhymes pushed his hands under my ass, lifting me without slowing his pace.

“You’re a tease, Melanie. And you really shouldn’t tease a starving man.”

I urged him on with my legs wrapped around his back, clawing at him with my nails. Tomorrow, he was going to have some nasty scars as a reminder on our passion filled night. I screamed in ecstasy as my orgasm made my whole body shudder, clenching his cock and sending him over the edge. Rhymes collapsed on top of me.

Things went blurry then. Because the last thing I remember was snuggling up close to him. I must have fallen asleep because the next time I opened my eyes it was four a.m. Slowly, trying not to wake him up, I got out of the bed and put my dress back on. In the mirror, I could see my make-up was mostly gone, but it didn’t matter anymore. I checked again if he was asleep, and made my way downstairs. The third room I looked in was the one I needed.  There were papers everywhere so I hurried; checking every drawer and taking pictures with my mini-camera of everything I could get my hands on. Half an hour later I was done and went to the toilet before I made my way toward the exit. The guards didn’t bother me. They probably expected me to sneak out of the house at some time. It was dark downstairs as I tiptoed to the front door.

Then, the light went on and I turned to the stairs to see Rhymes in his briefs, standing at the top of the stairs. I thought my heart was going to burst from the sudden surge of panic.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Rhymes murmured and I contemplated my answer.


“Come back to bed, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” I glanced to the exit, then back at Rhymes and thought why not? After all, there wasn’t going to be another time. That’s why I made my way back and Rhymes showed me – twice – why it a very good idea to go back upstairs indeed…


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Kay x