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  Honey Flava

  ALSO BY ZANE

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  Love Is Never Painless

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  COPYRIGHT NOTICES

  “The Meaning of Zhuren”

  copyright © 2007 by Qing Yang

  “Photo Shoot”

  copyright © 2007 by Lisle L. Mitchell

  “Emma’s Cricket Lesson”

  copyright © 2007 by Anna Black

  “Pins and Needles”

  copyright © 2007 by Ian Frey

  “Double Ten”

  copyright © 2007 by Lisa G. Riley

  “Prince of Roses”

  copyright © 2007 by Shannon Frost

  “Dragon’s Breath”

  copyright © 2007 by Anne Elizabeth Davidson

  “May I Ask a Favor of You?”

  copyright © 2007 by Marchelle L. Jackson

  “Gimme Some Yang”

  copyright © 2007 by Larissa Lyons

  “Past Reclaimed”

  copyright © 2007 by Renée Manley

  “Samaya”

  copyright © 2007 by Frances Jones

  “The Mistress Charisma Treatment”

  copyright © 2007 by Jocelyn Bringas

  “The Seduction of Nguyên Lang Ha”

  copyright © 2007 by J. F. Gump and Lisa Danford

  “The Wicked Wahine—a Tall Tale”

  copyright © 2007 by Betti Mustang

  “Geisha Girl”

  copyright © 2007 by Kissa Starling

  “Chocolate Cream”

  copyright © 2007 by Tracee A. Hanna

  “The Land of the Rising Sun”

  copyright © 2007 by Audrienne Roberts Womack

  “The Flow of Qi”

  copyright © 2007 by Michelle Robinson

  “The Big Bang Theory”

  copyright © 2007 by Zane

  This book is dedicated to all the people in the world

  who do not engage in boundaries when it comes to love,

  who realize that passion is universal,

  and who recognize that every day is truly a gift.

  CONTENTS

  INTRODUCTION

  The Meaning of Zhuren

  JEAN YOUNG

  Photo Shoot

  MITCH

  Emma’s Cricket Lesson

  ANNA BLACK

  Pins and Needles

  IAN FREY

  Double Ten

  LISA G. RILEY

  Prince of Roses

  S. J. FROST

  Dragon’s Breath

  ANNE ELIZABETH

  May I Ask a Favor of You?

  M. LAVONNE JACKSON

  Gimme Some Yang

  Past Reclaimed

  RENÉE MANLEY

  Samaya

  FRANCES JONES

  The Mistress Charisma Treatment

  JOCELYN BRINGAS

  The Seduction of Nguyên Lang Ha

  J. F. GUMP AND LISA DANFORD

  The Wicked Wahine—a Tall Tale

  BETTI MUSTANG

  Geisha Girl

  KISSA STARLING

  Chocolate Cream

  TRACEE A. HANNA

  The Land of the Rising Sun

  LOTUS FALCON

  The Flow of Qi

  MICHELLE J. ROBINSON

  The Big Bang Theory

  ZANE

  ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTORS

  INTRODUCTION

  Once again, I have had the immense pleasure of editing a marvelous anthology of erotica. It has been a great experience to be able to showcase the talents of so many others. As with Caramel Flava, I decided that it was important to cross the color lines of love and romance and do a collection full of vibrant Asian characters and a kaleidoscope of other races.

  Nationality is one of the few things in life we cannot choose, like gender. That is why racism itself is such a foolish thing. Passion, sensuality, and love are truly universal, and life is too short to spend it worrying about things we cannot change. I loved the submissions for Honey Flava because it opened me up to another culture. Now I plan to do some traveling, both to the Orient and Latin America. The world is a big place, a huge melting pot of expression.

  I hope that you will enjoy this collection of erotica as much as you have enjoyed all the rest. While all of this, editing anthologies, has been a fun experience, I am a novel writer and that is what I plan to go back to.

  I appreciate and love all of the contributors and hope that your being showcased in these national bestsellers has helped your careers. Thanks for sharing your talents with me, and the world.

  Most of all, thanks for the love and support shown by my loyal readers. Without you, I could not exist. Over the years, we have bonded through emails, book signings, and letters. I look forward to the next ten years.

  If you are not on my email list, please send a blank email to [email protected] to be added immediately. Visit me on www.eroticanoir.com or check out my provocative blog at www.myspace.com/zaneland. Lastly, make sure that you watch Zane’s Sex Chronicles on Cinemax every week. It will get your juices flowing and warm up your nights; possibly even inspire you to get a little freaky.

  Peace and many blessings,

  Zane

  Honey Flava

  The Meaning of Zhuren

  JEAN YOUNG

  WHEN DIRK ASKED JEAN how to say master in Chinese the first time they dated, she answered pleasantly, “Zhuren.” Little did she know what zhuren would mean to her in the coming days.

  Dirk was a tall, handsome, thirty-year-old man. His charm and alluring appeal captured Jean’s heart from the moment they met. Soon, their romance heated up and became physical within a couple of dates. Three weeks after they met, Jean asked curiously about the ropes Dirk always carried with him in a black duffel bag. “Are they for rock climbing?”

  “No, they are not for climbing. They are…” He looked at Jean with a teasing smile. “For fucking.”

  “Oh!” Jean was stunned and intrigued. She remembered seeing pictures of women being tied up and how such images turned her on. “Perhaps,” she said, blushing, “we could try it one day.”

  “Why wait? Let’s do it now.”

  Jean stared at him for a brief moment b
efore she nodded. Her face lit up with excitement while her heart pounded anxiously.

  “Good. I’m pleased you’d like to try. Remember,” he spoke as he took out the ropes, “don’t say no. It doesn’t mean anything. If you want me to stop, say a safe word.” He looked around the bedroom and pointed to the Chinese painting. “Say peacock if you want me to stop the whole thing. And say…” He looked up again. “Crane, if you want me to skip whatever I am doing. Crane is the caution word and peacock is the safe word. Got it?”

  Jean nodded nervously.

  “Don’t worry.” As if he heard her unspoken words, he assured her, “It seems you are going to be helpless and out of control. But you are in control, with the caution word and safe word. Just don’t expect me to stop when you say no. I won’t. Oh, call me zhuren when you address me, each and every time. If not, you will be punished. Understand?”

  Jean was surprised he remembered the Chinese word for “master.”

  Bang. He spanked her hip with his right hand. “What did I tell you? Address me as zhuren every time I talk to you. Understand?”

  Jean was shocked. Even though it wasn’t too painful, it did hurt. “Yes,” she said hurriedly, “yes, zhuren.”

  “Good. Be a good doll.” He took out a black blindfold from his bag. When he looked up, he saw Jean was watching him with wild eyes. “Another thing,” he whispered as he put the blindfold over her eyes. “Don’t look at me directly. I am your master. Lower your head when you talk to me. Never look at your master in his eyes, unless he asks you to. Understand?”

  “Yes, zhuren.”

  “Good doll. Remember, before I release you, you are my doll and I am your master. Now, take off your clothes. Slowly.”

  Obediently, Jean followed his instruction. Soon, she stood naked in front of him.

  “Now, wiggle your body. In a sexy way. Like a call girl.”

  She wanted to protest, but knew better not to. Reluctantly, she wiggled her body.

  “Good.” Dirk sounded pleased. He grabbed her breasts and twisted her nipples in his hands. Jean wiggled more, out of pain.

  “Yes, good girl. I like the way you twist your body. You…” he whispered, “you turn me on.” He pinched her nipples a little harder. Hearing her whimper and watching her struggle, he smiled and said, “It’s time to reward my good doll.” With these words, he let go of her breasts, scooped her up off her feet, and threw her onto the bed nearby.

  Jean cried out. But before she could make another sound, a ball with small holes was stuck into her mouth.

  “Say peacock.”

  “Pea…cock.” She barely made out her own word.

  “Say crane.”

  That was even harder to pronounce clearly.

  “Okay, I can still hear you.” He pinched her left nipple, this time quite hard. Jean cried out with her muffled voice. “You forgot to say zhuren again. Remember, every single time you open your mouth, you have to say zhuren.”

  What am I doing? she wondered. But her curiosity kept her going. Well, to be fair, she liked the excitement, just not the pain. She had little tolerance for any pain. How could she allow someone to inflict pain on her deliberately?

  Before she answered her own question, she felt a rope being tied on her right wrist. It turned several times around her wrist before being knotted to secure the tie. Then her arm was stretched toward the upper-right corner and was soon securely tied to the rod of the headboard. One by one, all her arms and legs were tied up.

  When he finished, Dirk stood at the end of the bed checking his piece of work. In front of him, on the bed, Jean’s naked body was tied up—spread-eagled, with only a blindfold and a mouthpiece. He watched for a few seconds, marveled about her beauty and his own work. A satisfied smile curled up his lips. “Now it’s time to give my good doll some reward.”

  He picked up a vibrator from his bag. “When I say it is a punishment, I know I will enjoy it, you won’t. But when I say it is a reward, I know both of us will like it. Or at least I think you will like it as well.” With his left hand opening the upper part of her vagina, Dirk turned on the bunny-eared vibrator and placed it on Jean’s clitoris.

  Jean jerked at once. As a normal adult, she had masturbated from time to time. The pleasure of touching herself down there was enormous. When she was a conservative teenager, she thought it was a terrible thing to do. Yet, even then, she couldn’t stop pleasing herself that way. Often she did it with shame and regret. Now she knew it was a healthy and normal way to please one’s self, but she had still never touched herself with anything other than her finger.

  The pleasure was so intense that she thought she couldn’t even handle it. She moaned and struggled in her bondage, trying to get away from the vibrator. However, Dirk was prepared for her struggle. He placed his left arm on her stomach and leaned his body on her to stop her movement. Meanwhile, his left hand kept on spreading her vagina, and his right hand pressed the vibrator firmly on her clitoris.

  “No! No! No!” Jean cried out through her mouthpiece. Her whole body tensed. Sweat appeared all over her body. Her head tilted backward and swayed from side to side. She wanted to get away from the intense pleasure. It was too much for her. She wanted to put her legs together to reduce the intensity, but obviously it wasn’t possible. The bonds he tied were so tight; she couldn’t move an inch. She felt so helpless under his weight and with all the bondage. Such helplessness seemed to intensify her experience. The excitement and the pleasure became an unbearable torture. Her cry grew louder as Dirk continuously and mercilessly forced the vibrator on her.

  Soon, she felt she was going to explode. Her legs stretched rigidly. Violently her whole body jerked. Her clitoris was red and swollen. Body fluids gushed out of her vagina. She could even hear her own wet noise accompanying the vibrating sound. “Oh, God!” she screamed as she was on the verge of coming.

  But then, it stopped! Jean couldn’t believe Dirk turned off the vibrator right before she came. “No!” she screamed again. This time she meant for him not to stop the vibrator. She wanted the vibrator placed back on her. She desperately wanted to come. The pressure had built up so much inside her that she needed to let it explode.

  At first she thought Dirk probably didn’t know she hadn’t yet come. “Please!” She was hoping that her plea would give him the right message. But soon she realized she was wrong. Dirk did know. He’d stopped it right before she came, on purpose! Jean felt hot and cold at the same time when she heard him say, “That’s all for the reward. As a good doll, you shouldn’t come before your master, unless I want you to. Understand?”

  Jean was breathless. Her body was burning with desire. She wanted to come, to release the intense pressure inside her, to end her torment. “Please!” she begged, hoping to move him, wishing to receive his mercy.

  “Wrong.” Dirk lifted up her left hip and spanked her again. “How many times do I have to tell you to address me as zhuren?”

  Tears welled up in her eyes.

  “Now,” he said as he moved up, straddled her neck, and set his body weight lightly on her chest. “It’s time to give me a reward, for being your good master.”

  With the blindfold, Jean couldn’t see what he was doing, but she guessed from the way he sat on her. “No, please!” She shook her head in protest when Dirk rubbed his penis on her cheeks.

  Although she was twenty-five, Jean had never experienced oral sex before. Somehow, it seemed so intimate and intimidating to have a penis in her mouth rather than in her vagina.

  She took a deep breath and then shut her lips tightly after Dirk removed the mouthpiece. Perhaps it is time to use the caution word. But then her curiosity and her sense of adventure prevented her from saying so. Her fear of the unknown and her concern for discomfort and embarrassment seemed to weigh as much as her curiosity and her willingness to experience new things. She hesitated. The split-second hesitation took away her chance to choose.

  While his knees clamped her head in place, Dirk pinched Jean’
s nose. As she opened her mouth for air, he shoved his large, hardened penis into her mouth decisively and forcefully.

  Jean made a muffled noise of “No.” But before she could say anything else, Dirk thrust his penis farther, reaching for her throat. It made her gag. Tears seeped out the corners of her eyes. She wished that Dirk would see her tears and then perhaps treat her differently, with care and mercy. But either he didn’t see her tears because of the blindfold or he didn’t care; Dirk continued taking his pleasure. He pulled his penis out, then thrust it into her mouth again, repeatedly, in a moderate rhythm.

  After the initial shock and a few more gags, Jean calmed down a bit. Having a hardened penis thrusting in and out of her mouth seemed extremely erotic and even became enjoyable.

  “Suck it,” Dirk instructed. Jean followed without any hesitation this time. She was eager to please him. Hearing his groan as she fervently sucked on his penis excited her. She knew she wet the bed even more. How she wished that he would enter her body, now! She was so ready for him.

  As if he heard what she thought, Dirk moaned and thrust a couple of more times before he forced himself out. He moved down and knelt between her spread legs.

  Oh, please. Give it to me, Jean pleaded loudly in her mind. I can’t stand it anymore. Take me!

  Dirk didn’t seem as on fire as Jean. He lifted up her hips and shoved a pillow underneath so that her vagina was more open and easily accessible to him. Then, with one hand opening up her vagina, Dirk placed his penis at the opening, barely touching her.

  This is it! Jean wiggled her body, lifting toward him, welcoming him to enter her.