by Lashe, Lexie
“Again?” she asked weakly.
“Yes. Again.” As he said the words, he moved. She gasped as he lifted her easily off the ground and tossed her over his shoulder. Their clothes were left behind as he made his way up the path, away from the barrier leading to the front of the display. The flat of his hand pressed against her ass, holding her to his shoulder. She pushed on his back, but he didn’t break his stride.
“Where are we going?” she asked, somewhat thrilled by the prospect of being carted away like a captured prize.
“To my home. I have something I must give you.”
Sandra grinned. She could just imagine what that something was. Already her body was moist and ready to go again. That in and of itself was amazing. As if detecting her desire, his free hand lifted to touch her from behind. A thick finger slid into her pussy, wetting itself before moving to play with her clit. He circled the tight bud, strumming it with callused fingers. She jolted in pleasure, even as she was draped over his shoulder. Her nipples brushed his back. Her clit was still sensitive from her orgasm and it didn’t take much to stimulate a tremor from her pussy.
She clung to him, holding on tightly as he walked beneath her. His hand didn’t stop, but neither did his feet. A finger slid back to the tight rosette of her ass. Without stopping to ask if she liked such a thing—and in truth she’d never been touched there so she wasn’t sure what her answer would be—he thrust a finger inside the tight hole. Rimming it, he wiggled his way deeper. It was too much. Sandra came again, crying out into the passing trees.
“A nice treat,” he said when she finished. “Your sounds of pleasure have made me hard again.”
The shadow of a cabin came into view. The heavy press of his shoulder into her stomach started to ache. She’d not noticed it before that moment. He opened the door and brought her inside before letting her go. He set her on her feet. The inside of his home was one large room. A bed was tucked against a wall next to a closed trunk. Thickly woven blankets covered the mattress. The nearby fireplace was barren.
“How long have you lived here?” she asked.
“Centuries, days.” He shrugged. “Time does not have the same meaning.”
Aroused for a century? That seemed inhumane. No wonder the man seemed ready to burst from his pants the first time she touched him.
Her eyes moved from the small kitchen area to his naked body. His cock was full, towering from his hips. He brandished it confidently, swaying back and forth so it danced for her. He grinned, placing his hands on his hips.
“Get on the bed, prize. I would have you on your hands and knees again. It lets me go deepest.” He stood aside, clearing the pathway to the bed. Every expression said he didn’t expect her to disagree.
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His cock was tempting and he’d already made her feel so good with it. Her nipples ached to be touched so she lifted her hands to feel the heavy globes. He groaned in approval.
Slowly, she made her way to the bed, still holding her chest. Crawling on her hands and knees, she trembled with anticipation. The bed shifted behind her.
His body came against her ass and thighs. “Allow me to try.” He reached around her and grabbed her breasts. His hands were warm, strong. The callus rubbed the delicate flesh. It felt sinfully good. He massaged her breasts, played with the nipples. His cock teased her pussy as he rubbed it between her thighs, brushing along the wet folds of her cunt.
“Get me wet,” he ordered. “I need to be wet.”
She obligingly rocked along his cock. The stimulation felt good and she was content to stroke against him for the moment without penetration. When he began to slide in her body’s cream, he readjusted his position and thrust into her pussy. She gasped, thinking he meant to fuck her there. Instead, he pulled out and drew his cock to her ass.
He used her body’s lubricant to pry open the tight hole. She’d never been fucked there. The tip of his cock slid in and he began to work his hips back and forth. As if sensing her nervousness, he was gentler on her ass than he’d been on her pussy, giving her time to open up and adjust to his size.
“Oh lover, you feel so good, so wet, so tight. I knew you’d be a good fuck when I beckoned you in to join me.” He finally slid all the way in and let out a victorious cry. The pressure of him there was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Discomfort quickly turned to pure pleasure as he began to move. Soon she was rocking back and forth on the bed, meeting his thrusts. His hands stayed on her breasts, holding them, using them to control her movements.
“Take it, take it, ah, fuck, take it all,” he moaned, more to himself than to her.
His movements became frantic. His balls slapped against her pussy. His cock shoved into her ass. His fingers tightened on her breasts.
The excitement of the intimate act combined with the pressure inside her ass. Sandra came, trembling violently. She cried out, completely dominated. Her lumberjack kept pumping into her, even as she trembled. Then, suddenly, he jerked. He came so hard cum leaked out of her ass before he even withdrew his cock. His hands fell from her breasts to the bed to support his weight.
For a long moment, he simply gasped for breath. The heated beats of it hit against her hip and back. Finally, he slapped the side of her ass lightly and pushed up.
“My time runs out,” he said. “I have to send you back.”
“Back?” she gasped, not sure she wanted to go.
“I appreciate your eagerness, lover, but that is not how this bargain works. The museum is but a peek into possible worlds. It is no place for a woman like you to live.” He got up from the bed and grabbed a candle from the mantle. As he touched it, the wick lit with a burst. He carried it to her. “Remember me, lover, and the pleasure I gave you.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he tipped the candle and dripped wax on her breast. She arched at the sensual feel of fire melting against her sensitive flesh and closed her eyes.
“Sandy? Where are you? You’ll never believe what happened.”
Sandra opened her eyes, blinking hard at the insistent sound of Max’s voice.
“What are you doing?” Max demanded.
Sandra blinked in a daze. She looked at her hand. It was extended to where the lumberjack figure had been standing. She drew it back quickly. He was no longer there. Instead, he was on his knees on the ground. His clothing lay in a heap behind him.
“Is that…?” Max looked slack-jawed at the display.
Sandra followed his eyes to the woman before the lumberjack. There, in all her naked glory, was a perfect replica of her body made out of wax.
“You little who—” Max began.
“Don’t say it!” she warned. What was going on? Was this real? Could it be happening? The aftermath of sex and the sore pull of her newly stretched ass and pussy answered her questions. She even smelled like the lumberjack.
“You are one lucky bitch,” Max swore. “I guess I don’t have to tell you want happened, but let’s just say in my little wax play I was car number five on a long naked train.”
“How…?”
“Ah, I see I was right,” the artist said behind them, startling them with his sharp voice. He rubbed his hands on his gray smock, though they both looked clean. “You have made a perfect addition to this piece. Jack is not easy to please. He’s passed up seducing many onlookers over the years. He said he was waiting for his fantasy. I see you are it. I knew you were special the moment you walked in.”
“Hey, what about me?” Max protested playfully. “I’m not special?”
“Yes. You were in Sebastian’s display. He will seduce anything that comes within ten feet of him. I will have to speak to him. He has almost seduced his way out of display space. If he doesn’t stop, I’ll have to put him in storage.”
Sandra laughed, unable to help herself, and knowing Max would hardly care what one man thought of him or his choice.
“You, on the other hand,” the man said. “You have made Jack a very
happy man. He will spend eternity locked in the moments you gave him. A pleasurable way to be rewarded for such deeds as his.”
“Deeds?” Sandra repeated, staring at Jack’s strong body. She wanted him again, but when she reached forward, all she felt was wax.
The artist didn’t answer.
“Hey, where’d he go?” Max asked.
Sandra looked around. They were alone. “Maybe we should go. It’s getting late and I honestly don’t know what to make of what happened.”
“Make what you will of it.” Max hooked her arm and dragged her with him toward the door. “All I know is tonight we’re sitting down with three bottles of wine and you’re going to dish every last detail.”
“I am?”
“Yes, and don’t worry.” Max grinned. “We’ll be coming back here tomorrow.”
The End
About The Author
Lexie Lashe is a pen name for a fantastically awesome romance writer who wanted to spread her creative wings and soar into naughty girl territory. She writes Erotic Romances under the name Alexis Dumont.
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Books by Lexie Lashe
Wax Museum
Club Fetish
Decadence and Sin
Séance and Sin
Submission and Sin
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To learn more about Lexie’s books visit www.LexieLashe.com and www.AlexisDumont.com
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