by Zoey Marcel
“Yet you left. You only came back because I saved you from that psychopath.”
“That’s not true.”
“I gave you my heart and my collar. You threw both back at my feet and then left without saying good-bye. What the—” He looked away, blinking quickly and dragged his hand down his face.
Her head drooped and her chest hurt. “I’m so sorry. I was just scared at first, but I’m not anymore. I only drove a little bit outside of town to see if I could ever handle leaving and having to live without you, and your brothers, and Diego, but I can’t.”
Greyson didn’t look at her. “Saul’s dead. You’ll be fine.”
His splenetic remark cut her. He tried to mask some of his pain in anger, but she knew him too well for that now. “Please. I’m so sorry I hurt you, all of you. I panicked when I found out about the town weirdness, but I’m over it now.”
He shook his head and scoffed. “They should have told you upfront. Idiots.”
“They should have, but I shouldn’t have run out on you guys. I’m sorry for that. It was sweet of you to offer to move for me. I can be sweet, too. I don’t mind staying in McKenna Downs with all of you. I love it here, and I don’t care where we live as long as I can be with my cowboys.”
He finally made eye contact with her again. “When we have an argument in the future, you should keep your clothes on. It’s no fair seducing me out of the chance at winning.”
She bit her lip when he gave her a tiny, lopsided smile. He forgave her. She hugged his lap, beaming with smugness that he was already hard for her. Her spirit felt at rest when he began playing with her hair. The feel of his fingers threading and strumming through her soft strands felt soothing even with his calluses.
“Think twice before I collar you again, Melanie. I intend to marry you. We all do. None of us wants a divorce. You don’t get one, slick, so before you say yes and wear our ring, be sure this is what you really want.”
Her head popped up and she nodded emphatically while wiping the salty, wet streaks off her face. “It is. I want to be with all of you more than anything.”
Her skin warmed and her pulse hummed with delight when he used his finger to direct her attention to his.
“I’ve never had to take any pills to get hard for you or Diego, ever. I eventually had to with the women I was with after what Saul did to me, but never once with you or Diego.”
Sweet relief washed over her. “Thank you. I thought you were lying to trick Saul, but a part of me was afraid you weren’t.”
Greyson shook his head and used the backs of his fingers to graze the softness of her cheek. “I can’t look at you without feeling like my fly is gonna bust open.”
She smiled and leaned into his loving touch. “That’s so sweet.”
He winked at her. “Pretty romantic, huh?”
Mellie laughed. “Oh yes, the perfect words to a woman’s heart.”
He chuckled. “Good thing I didn’t say that upfront, huh?”
She giggled and kissed his knuckles. He seemed content while she lightly massaged his hand and admired it.
“I’m ready,” she said.
He cocked a brow as if in challenge, but his smile spoke of his amusement. “I decide when we have make-up sex, not you.”
She grinned. “I meant for knife play. If you want, you could tie me up and run the dull end and the blade over my skin. I won’t panic this time. I mean it might still be a little scary, but I trust you, even if you want to cut me a little. I know you won’t hurt me.”
Truth be told he looked excited, slightly mad with urgency even. She would have laughed at the overabundant enthusiasm if she wasn’t so turned on by the idea herself now. Being completely helpless and at anyone’s mercy was terrifying, but because it was him, undeniable exhilaration accompanied the trepidation.
“Hop up.”
She got up, getting even more thrilled when he led her by the hand, then proceeded to tie her standing up to the huge wooden log that served as a post and decoration within a few steps of one of his closets. It was a simple having-her-arms-tied-behind-her-around-the-log-with-her-body-flush-against-it kind of thing. The stained wood felt cool and smooth against her bare skin. The ropes were rough around her wrists, but the contrast of harshness and smoothness was delicious.
“Can you take my safe word away from me for this scene, please, Sir?” she asked.
He appeared surprised, but then he looked turned on and kissed her forehead in an almost lunge. “If you really want to be completely subject to my will.”
An edgy rush of need and fear pulsed through her. “I do, Sir. I want to feel the blade on my skin, knowing I’m tied up without a safe word or any way out. I just have to stay here and take it because I’m yours and it’s what you want.”
Sir moaned and fastened her collar around her. “A smart person would have put this on you before tying you up.”
She smiled. “Someone was eager.”
He smirked and slapped her pussy, seeming pleased when she yipped. “No talking, and remember who you’re talking to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her slit flooded with warm cream and her areolas crinkled with anticipation. Her knees buckled when she saw him get the knife. He set it aside and eyed her with a challenging little smile before tying her legs in place. She was immobile and despite her apprehension, she reveled in her powerlessness.
He stood in front of her and lowered his voice to a hot as hell raspy hush. “Don’t talk or scream, just feel…the knife gliding across your skin, my hand touching you wherever I want.”
Mellie started to tremble and ache at his titillating words and the dull end of the blade teasing its warning down her collarbone. Her folds moistened naturally and her cunt lips began to flush and swell with heat. Even her breasts felt tight and swollen.
He flipped the knife over so the blade made almost weightless contact with her flesh. The pinprick feel of the deadly tool coasting over her flushing chest raised goose bumps in spite of the fever it inspired in her body.
“Do you know how hard it makes me seeing you stripped naked and tied up? Nowhere to run or hide, forced to feel everything I want you to.” His heady murmur nearly made her swoon.
The blade continued its delicate scrape over her breast tissue, turning to the dull side when he made contact with her nipple. He nudged the tender nub carelessly, making it throb and harden with painful awareness. Her areola wrinkled even more with enjoyment.
Running his palm up her inner thigh, he turned the dull end of the knife to meddle with her other nipple. The aroused protrusion of flesh tightened with need under the delicious abuse of the knife. Hot juices poured out of her channel at the gradual slide of his hand up the inside of her leg. He bypassed her snatch, making her ache with madness and want.
Her heart thumped wildly and her pulse pattered like hail on a rooftop when Sir flipped the knife back to the sharp side. He lightly trailed the blade down her body, raising sharp prickles of awareness and terrific fright in her.
She thought he’d continue his lethal descent, but he took her by surprise when he stopped suddenly and put the knife ever so gently to her throat without applying pressure. The threatening action startled a fearful gasp from her, but the immediate feel of his warm, rough hand cupping the swollen flesh between her legs strangled a feverish moan from her.
“Does it turn you on knowing I have complete control over you? I could leave marks of my ownership on your gorgeous body.” He rubbed his hand back and forth over her naked pussy, drawing a desperate whimper from her. “I could fuck you and fill you with all my hot cum and then walk away and leave you aching for release.”
Mellie panted, burning up with lust. A tattered cry skittered from her when he raked the blade, still without cutting her, up the underside of her breast. Her nerves screamed “oh yes!” Her cunt pounded inside while her mons tingled and heated beneath his stroking hand. She felt extra sensitive and aware in every place he touched her.
“P–please.”
He smiled. “Or if I want I could make you come hard in whatever way I choose.”
His hand ceased its motion and her mound felt like it was teeming with nerves. Her vagina fluttered at the close proximity to his hand, the feel of his maleness touching her sex, knowing her heat and wetness that betrayed her absolute need for him.
Sir moved the knife slowly up and down her inner thighs one at a time. “Your pussy’s dripping. It didn’t have a choice. Your sweet little cunt has to do whatever I want it to.”
Liquid desire flowed through her veins and dripped relentlessly from her slit. She was so hot, so wet and ready for him. She would burst into flames if he kept this up much longer.
Mellie’s mouth fell open and several ragged gasps crept from her when she felt the knife on her pussy. He didn’t cut her, but sweet god, was the threat of doom incredible. It was a toss-up as to which would make her combust first—the scintillating look in Sir’s eyes that said he wanted to devour her or the sight and feel of the blade whispering its sharp, ample threats across her overheated private flesh.
Her pussy kept gushing with cream that felt almost as hot as the blood boiling in her body. Frigid chills of fear combated the inferno that burned through her system. It was like her body was an ecosystem and couldn’t seem to make up its mind if it was a blistering hot desert or a freeze-your-frigging-booty-off polar cap. She shook helplessly when he used the edge of the dull part just behind the tip to gently pull open her delicate folds. The cool draft felt like a glacial wind on her opened sex as he studied her drenched pussy lips with satisfaction and a trace of male arrogance.
“You’re soaked for me. Your pussy knows who owns it,” he whispered, getting down on his knees. He set the knife on a pillow he’d laid near him and then spread her sex lips. He made his voice stern. “Get wetter for me, now.”
Mellie’s whimper smothered in her throat and came out breathless and barely audible as her body responded and obeyed his demand. Her cunt throbbed hard and unleashed another hot splash of cream for him. She felt it ooze from her body and coat her inner thighs.
“Like I said,” he whispered with a conceited little smile, “your body does what I tell it to.”
A breathy outcry floated from her when he closed her slit and pressed a kiss on her mound. He grinned at her boisterous response and proceeded to pepper steamy kisses along the seam of her pussy until the ache within felt like it was eating her alive from the inside out.
“Please,” she begged him in a whisper. She felt like she was flying, drunk and completely high with passion.
Sir stood again with the knife. “See, I have to be the one to decide when you come, slick, not you.”
She sobbed with pleasure when he scraped the dull part of the knife over her clitoris, teasing it into electric oblivion. He stopped before she could actually get off. She wailed and nearly exploded with energy when he pierced a finger into her channel and held it still inside her.
“I’m gonna cut you in one tiny spot on your leg. I won’t leave a scar or permanent mark. I want you to visualize coming and feel the sensations of orgasm in your body without actually getting off. I want you to come for me mentally, but your cunt better not spasm at all.”
She nearly fainted with dread and euphoria. It was so perfect, so taboo and dangerous. She wanted it.
He teased her clit with the dull end again before focusing on pricking her inner thigh with the tip of the knife in an area where her fluid hadn’t touched. The sharp little puncture hurt, but a brick of pleasurable sensations and savage fear punched through her.
She pictured and felt the near effects of climax in her body without fully coming. Scorching electricity sizzled in her womb and she felt a deep, heavy ache seize her lower abdomen. Her vagina ached with forbidden paradise. Her pussy didn’t contract or spasm, though. It was probably the closest thing to coming without actually going over the brink. A mental climax like he’d said. The mind control thrilled her and nearly made her come, but that would have earned her a penalty.
Sir withdrew his finger, seeming aware of her obedience. “Did you come in your mind?”
“Yes, Sir. I felt it without the tremors. It was like an orgasm, but not.”
He smiled. “That can happen sometimes, but you have to be aroused to near insanity.”
“It was amazing. I need you so bad.”
“You need to come for me first, physically this time.”
He tickled her pulsating clitoris with the dull portion of the knife. Prickly awareness and electric tingles sparked on her clit until she exploded with sensation. The climax, while intense, was gentle from the scant brush of the knife, but the waves of ecstasy were to die for. Her womb clenched and her pussy convulsed with hot thrills.
“Oh god! Please, Sir. Please stick it in me.”
He laughed and set the knife down and then untied her legs, but not her arms. The sight and sound of him undoing his pants made her pussy melt. Primitive urges ransacked her body when he wedged his dick up her. Despite her saturation, his erection was so rigid and still so damned wide it was uncomfortable.
“Shh. It’ll get easier, just take it,” he murmured inches from her lips.
His warm, minty breath blew a dizzying kind of bliss against her skin as she relaxed her body for his will. He gave a forceful thrust upward and sank deeper. A harder shove launched his cock deeper into the recesses of her body, making them both cry out in abandon.
Her body quaked and perspired against the wood and his own body when he hoisted her legs up and had her bracket them around him while he moved inside her. She kept moaning and sighing in rapture as he worked his penis deep into her body and took his pleasure. She couldn’t move her arms and he held her thighs still as he fucked up into her hard and determined.
It surprised her that her pussy already burned with the telltale signs of her approaching orgasm. Normally it took a bit longer during intercourse for her to have a vaginal climax with one man, but it was never very long with them. Still, this was record time even for Sir’s mammoth-size cock.
“C–can I…” Her shaky whisper broke and she couldn’t finish.
Swells of hot pleasure rose inside her. Tremendous pressure escalated and firmly foretold what it had in store for her.
“Come for me, Melanie,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
About a heartbeat later her cunt caved in on his dick and sucked him hard and furious. She choked on her offering of outcries to him as she shuddered under his power and the brutal siege of orgasm. Unaware of her surroundings and possibly her own identity, she just kept coming and coming for him as he fucked his big cock into her however it pleased him. He didn’t give her mind time to register the release or her body time to settle before demanding another explosion from her.
Over and over again he jabbed his erection into her, at times pounding the living hell out of her so she screamed, and other times gyrating his hips and seducing what little brain power she had left with each delicious grind of his groin against hers. Then there were those parts where he pulled almost out of her with only the tip of his hot, stiff penis left inside her. He would hold her gaze, looking just as possessed as her, yet still entirely in control as he gave a long, thorough push back into her sodden depths.
Mellie had tears pouring down her face, and her throat felt parched from gasping, panting, and screaming. Sir’s sounds of passion only added to his already staggering sex appeal and the agonizing delight of his thrusting dick.
“I can’t…” she pleaded in a whisper when another climax took over her. Sheer nirvana invaded her body, but he wouldn’t stop fucking her. He rode the shudders and contractions in her sex, seeking his own release and driving her crazy from the overstimulation and too-good sensations.
Finally the heavens had mercy on her and the man came hard. His final thrust caused wonderful ripples of aftershock to shoot through her ready to retire pussy. His face was breathtaking and incredible as he shove
d hard against her pelvis and flooded her cunt with his blazing sperm. He slumped against her, breathing hard and shaking like she was.
A breathless chortle told her that he was as in awe and impressed with their lovemaking as she was. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks and she closed her eyes and breathed in his hair to savor the moment with him.
* * * *
Making conversation with her sister was almost always enjoyable, but Mellie got a little distracted through parts of it when she remembered the phone number that Kendall’s ex-boyfriend Charlie Huntington had given Mellie to give to Kendall. So far Melanie hadn’t, wondering if maybe Kendall wouldn’t want to go there again. Regardless, it was only fair to tell Kendall since Charlie had asked her to and obviously still had feelings for her sister. She got the strong feeling that Kendall still felt something for him as well, maybe even loved him.
“I can’t believe you’re engaged,” Kendall said in a bubbly voice. “Which of those two men did you end up picking, or did you actually go through with getting engaged to both?”
Oh boy.
She’d forgotten to mention to her sister that it was in fact five men she was engaged to. Kendall had thought the idea of marrying two men was ridiculous. Mellie could only imagine her sister’s reaction when she told her about all of her fiancés.
“Actually, Kendall, I’m engaged to all of them.”
“The whole town?” Kendall shrieked.
Mellie laughed. “Heavens no, that would be too much. I’m engaged to five men.”
Because that sounds so much better.
“What?”
She had to move her cell phone away from her ear for a second when her sister yelled with the volume of an accordion with a temper.
“Are you crazy?”
Thanks, sis.
“No, just in love.”
Her heart swelled with adoration when she peered down at the beautiful engagement ring they’d gotten her. It was a stunning silvery band with a brilliant medium-sized diamond on either side of a large aquamarine heart. The shade, while the typical striking light blue, didn’t resemble the usual crystal waters of the tropics that the stone usually did. This gem also had an ever so subtle hint of something that quieted the blue to more closely resemble the baby blue with a whisper of gray that her eyes had. The expensive ring was a dazzling masterpiece made all the more priceless because of the eternal love that it symbolized.