by Fawkes, Sara
“Do you like touching yourself?”
“Yes.” I take a step forward while I continue to pet and stroke.
“Stop right there. You’re about to cross a line, Ms. Savage.”
“Am I?” I ask softly, stepping closer still so that I’m standing between his parted legs. I lift my
left foot up and place it on the arm of the chair, tilt my hips and finger my pussy for his viewing
enjoyment.
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
“Yes.” My fingers slide deeper into my heat. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Don’t push me.” His voice is gruff, his breathing labored.
“Why?”
“I don’t like to be pushed.”
“I think you do.”
“You’re playing with fire.” His hands clench and unclench on the arms of the chair.
“I’ve always been a bit of a pyro,” I say, sliding three fingers into my cunt, tilting my chin and
pelvis up in defiance while I use my drenched fingers to rub my clit. “Don’t hold back with me, Wade.
I can take it.” I grunt softly as my clit swells, wanting—no—needing to spasm beneath my touch. It
feels so damn good particularly because Wade is watching with that tortured, stern expression that
only adds to my pleasure. I’m panting when I say, “If you don’t like what I’m doing, make me stop.”
With a growl, he rises to his feet, grabbing me about the waist so I don’t fall. My heart crashes
against my sternum at the abruptness of his movement. Oh shit! Have I made a mistake? Pushed too
far? I stare up at the man before me. Not only is there no remnant of Wade the gentleman, nasty Wade
has disappeared too. In his place is a predator. A feral, primal being, a wolf who looks like he’s going
to devour me whole.
“Get on your knees.”
I do as he says. There’s no denying this Wade.
He hastily undoes his fly and pulls out his cock. It’s absolutely beautiful. As big, if not bigger than
I’d imagined. The man is circumcised with a large head and a lovely thick shaft.
“Hold onto my legs. Here.” He positions my hands at the backs of his thighs. “Now open that
saucy little mouth of yours.”
Looking up at him, I lick my lips before opening my mouth. The wolf is gone and controlling
Wade is back, wearing a grim expression as if he’s not only holding back his sexual needs, he’s
holding back an integral part of him. That feral being has been corralled but after tasting freedom, the
wolf side of him is clambering even more wildly to get out.
With one hand beneath my chin and one on himself, he circles my lips with the head of his penis,
barely penetrating. “You like to suck cock, don’t you?” The words come out, short and clipped.
When I go to answer, he slides his penis along my tongue, making it impossible to speak.
“That’s right. No more talking. I’m going to fuck the impertinence right out of your mouth.”
Holding the back of my head, Wade thrusts. All the way. I open wide to accommodate him, sucking as
he withdraws and opening again as he thrusts. His grunts of pleasure are exquisite and I force myself
to take him deeper, running my tongue along the underside of him, playing with the sensitive tissue
between shaft and head as he withdraws. His next thrust is so deep and forceful, he hits my gag reflex.
It’s my throat’s g-spot and my mouth explodes with saliva while tears run down my cheeks as if my
face has orgasmed around his big, beautiful cock.
He grunts, fucking my face with abandon, holding my head still, having his way with me. At times
it’s too much, my throat is too full and I can’t breathe but when he withdraws all I want is for him to
slide into me again, to fill my mouth and throat, to hear his soft curses and labored breathing,
evidence of his passion.
Suddenly, he yanks back on my hair, pulling my head away. “Jesus.” Letting go of me, he squeezes
low on his shaft with one hand, cupping his balls with the other. His eyes are wild and his lips are
pulled back in a sexy snarl. The wolf is back. “You almost made me lose it,” he growls.
“Good,” I say, wiping my drenched mouth and cheeks. “I’d be happy to finish the job.”
“No.” He grimaces, holding his cock as a means of control.
I love it. I love seeing a big, powerful man struggling to fight off an orgasm. I love it that I’m the
one who brought him to this point.
“Get up,” he demands, working to zip himself back together. “Go to that dresser and open the top
drawer.”
I move across the room to the furniture he’s talking about, still vibrating with the power of my
ability to almost bring him to his knees. One more suck and he’d have been mine.
“There’s a black scarf in there and some hemp rope. Take them out and then go sit on the bed.”
The rope is soft in my hands and my entire body quivers with acute anticipation. As much as I
enjoyed bringing Wade to the brink, I can’t wait for what he has in store for me. I reach for my pussy,
needing to feel myself.
“Blindfold yourself.”
Reluctantly, I pull my hands out from between my legs. They’re trembling as I tie the scarf around
my eyes. But the soft scarf smells like Wade, sandalwood and musk, and I breathe deeply, trying to
regain composure. I sit with my back straight, rubbing my knees from side to side. Waiting.
“Get on your hands and knees. Turn around. I’m not done with that ass of yours.”
Chapter Eleven – Wade
Blindly, I crawl onto the bed positioning myself doggy style as commanded. I arch my back, thrusting
my ass into the air.
“Hands on your ankles.”
“Huh?”
“Hold onto your ankles. I’m going to tie your hands to them so you can’t move. Do you
understand?”
“Yes,” I say, barely able to breathe.
It doesn’t take Wade long to complete a figure eight knot between my left wrist and left ankle,
before he moves onto my right side.
“I’m going to redden that naughty ass of yours with my hand. If you behave, I’ll reward you with
my tongue in your pussy and later with my cock in your ass.”
I moan. The man has a talent for making me needy with mere words. I wriggle on the bed, waiting
for Wade to touch me but the position I’m in doesn’t allow for much movement or I’ll lose balance
and fall on my face. I twist my head, trying to hear what he’s doing, catching the sound of a drawer
sliding open, then closed. I hear his sure footfalls as he approaches the bed and feel the very slight
vibration as he sets something down beside my leg.
“Your ass is so tiny,” he says softly, his hand finding my flesh and gently caressing. “I need to
prepare you.”
Everything is louder when blindfolded. I can hear the sound of a bottle being popped opened and
something—lube?—being squirted. Wade’s cool fingers caress my puckered opening, one slick finger
sliding into me, then two.
“So fucking tight.” He moans.
I sigh.
Something presses up against me. It’s not his fingers.
“This plug is going to look so fucking sweet while I warm your ass.” He gives the plug a turn,
corkscrewing it into me inch by inch.
I groan in response to the pressure.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He smoothes his palm over my right butt cheek an
d then lifts it. I know what’s coming.
Smack.
Ah! I’m thrown forward, but Wade’s arm around my waist stops me from toppling. He slaps my
ass again and again, high then low, lightening quick, not too hard, but certainly not soft. With each
strike, I cry out with moans of pleasure.
“Fuck, Tess,” his voice is strained as he caresses my hot skin. “You make me want to lose it.”
“Do it,” I cry. “Lose control.”
He warms my ass with a flurry of slaps until finally, with a grunt, he shifts behind me, hands on
my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. He yanks, pulling me to the very edge of the bed and I hear
him fall to his knees on the floor behind me. His thumbs part my pussy and his mouth is on me.
Feasting. Gorging on my most sensitive place. Delving into my depths, sucking every last bit of
moisture from my flesh.
Being bound and blindfolded only adds to the sensation of his ravenous mouth consuming me and
I arch into the sensation. A primal cry rips me apart from toes, through my abdomen, up my chest and
out my throat, unraveling me completely. He sucks my orgasm into his mouth, not letting up,
demanding more from my body; more and more and more. Starbursts explode behind the blindfold
and my fingernails dig into my ankles as I try to hold on while my pussy quakes like it’s never going
to stop.
“Fucking hell,” Wade rasps. He tears his mouth away.
“No!” I cry out from the loss. Until I hear the sound of his fly. Oh, God! Make that a yes, yes, yes,
yes!
The blood reverberates between my ears as my body tries to find equilibrium again after shattering
so thoroughly. All I can hear is the pounding of my racing heart and my labored breathing. I wait for
Wade to remove the butt plug and position his cock. I know it’s coming. Any second. I start to pant
again while I anticipate his cock fucking my ass while his fingers play with my pussy. In and out of
me in delicious rhythm.
Oh, God. I think I’m going to come again just from imagining it. But nothing happens. Nothing.
“Wade?” I moan, so, so needy. “Please.”
Amidst all the pounding in my head, I hear another pounding. It’s coming from across the room.
Someone’s at the door.
“Fucking hell,” Wade mutters. “How’s that for timing.”
Swinging my head behind, I ask, “What? What is it?”
“Don’t move,” Wade says, caressing the curve of my rump. “Don’t you dare move.”
As if I could. I’m hogtied and blindfolded. But there’s someone at the door and I feel terribly
exposed.
“Holy shit.”
Startled, I whip my head around at the familiar voice. “Connor?” I call. “Is that you?”
“Hey, sweet thing.”
My muscles jerk involuntarily and, because of the restraints binding my hands to my ankles, I lose
my balance, toppling forward. Strong arms catch me before I land on my face.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask once I’m righted, searching blindly for the man who righted me.
“Wade?” There’s a note of panic in my voice.
“I’m going to untie you.” Deft fingers work the rope on my right side.
“Wade,” I say between gritted teeth. “What the hell? What’s Connor doing here?”
His hands pause on the rope. “You said you could take whatever I dished out. You still stand by
that?”
I lick my lips and breathe in a shaky breath. “Maybe.”
“Maybe doesn’t work, Tessa. Yes or no. What is it?”
Oh, God. This my fantasy. Both of these cowboys. Wade and Connor. In one room. Together. But,
sometimes the reality of the fantasy is scarier than you think it’s going to be, which is definitely the
case for me right now. At this moment, instead of feeling excited I feel how very naked I am and how
vulnerable that makes me feel.
“Connor?” The word is shaky as it rattles out of my throat. “Connor, what are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to play. You don’t mind, do you?”
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Does it help for you to know that I’m staring at your pink ass and pussy and I’m rubbing my
cock, imagining how good it’s going to feel when I’m inside of you? Do you think that’s something
you might want?”
Before I have a chance to answer, Wade says, “I told you Con, her ass is mine,”
“You can have her ass, asshole. I want that pretty little pussy.”
Holy, fucking shit! My knees wobble as I listen to them argue possessively over different parts of
my body. Every inch of me is trembling, whether it’s with excitement or trepidation, I’m not sure yet.
Wade brushes the hair away from my left ear, smoothing it over my back. I feel him move closer,
his warm breath on my neck and cheek. “You said you wanted to see the real me, no holding back.
This is it, Tess. There’s nothing I want more than to see you and Connor fuck. I want to tell him how
to make you come. I want him to watch me fuck you, in case...” He exhales instead of finishing his
sentence.
“In case what?”
Wade doesn’t answer, he strokes my back, up and down my spine, breathing in an overly
controlled way.
“He’s afraid he’ll go too far,” Connor finally answers for him.
“You won’t go too far,” I whisper, aiming my face in the direction I think Wade is sitting.
“You don’t know that.” Tucking hair behind my ear, he says, “If you don’t want this, just say the
word and we’ll stop right now.”
I lick my lips, contemplating the situation. I’ve been with some doms before, control is paramount
and Wade is the epitome of control, so why is Connor’s presence necessary? Yet, do I really want
Connor to leave? Haven’t I been lusting after both these men all weekend? Wade, domineering and
sternly sexy. Connor playful and fun-loving. What a delicious combination.
“I don’t want to stop.” I whisper. “I want both of you.”
He keeps stroking me. “You sure, baby?” His voice is pained, like he’s not at all sure himself.
“Yes. I know what I want.” I realize my hands are free and I’m able to move. Still on my knees, I
turn toward his voice and lift my hands, seeking out his face, touching him, exploring the hard lines.
“Just give me one thing, first.”
“What?”
I don’t tell him, I show him. Rising up on my knees I kiss him, a full-on, opened-mouth kiss. He
responds in kind, owning my mouth, making love to it with his tongue, plunging deep, tasting my
willingness and accepting it.
“Damn, you two. Get a room, would you?”
I grin and feel a similar expression cross Wade’s face before he pulls away. The mattress releases
as he gets up off the bed.
“A word about Ms. Savage here,” Wade says. “She’s feisty and she’s horny. We’re probably going
to have to restrain her again.”
“Hey,” I say, removing the blindfold. “I’m right here. I...” My words trail off as I stare at the men
standing at the foot of the bed. Both have their shirts unbuttoned. Connor is all bare brawn and muscle
whereas Wade is totally ripped hard lines of sinew and skin with a sweet patch of hair nestled between
his pecs. My eyes drop to the front of their jeans where there are twin bulges. Heat prickles my skin as
I imagine the glorious cowboy flesh tucked inside.
Two Cowboys.
> Two cocks.
My mouth starts watering and my pussy tightens at the thought.
“Look at her,” Connor whispers. “She’s going to come right now.”
“I told you.”
“Hey,” I protest. Weakly.
“Retie her blindfold.”
“My pleasure.”
“No,” I say. Both men stop and look at me, concern mirrored on their faces. “I want to see. Please.
Let me see.”
Connor looks at Wade, deferring to him, and Wade studies me. The harsh lines of his face
suddenly soften. “Okay, darlin’. I’ll be a gentleman, this once. Just for you.” He turns to Connor.
“Grab the blindfold and find something else to replace it. Top drawer.”
Connor makes his way over to the bed to where I sit. I must still look a little uncertain because
Connor cups my chin and lifts my face. “You okay with all of this, sweet thing?”
I nod. I am okay with this. More than okay. I’m ecstatic to play. I know the rules and my pussy
pulses eagerly while Connor fingers the black silk that’s fallen around my neck. Gently, he unties it,
the material sliding softly around my neck. Whereas Wade gets nasty once he has me naked, Connor’s
gone all sweet and gentle on me. I’m reminded of the good cop, bad cop routine, which I suppose
makes me the naked perp in the interrogation room in this scenario.
Heaven help me.
I wriggle my bare pussy against my heels, nudging the butt plug in the process. The unexpected
pressure makes me moan.
“Jesus, Tess,” Connor whispers. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
“She doesn’t do it to be sexy,” Wade says. “She does it because it feels good, that’s what makes it
so fucking hot.”
“Hey,” I say panting as I look from one man to the other. “Stop talking about me like I’m not
here.”
“Sorry, darlin’.” Connor touches my cheek and kisses me.
He reminds me of juicy fruit gum, soft, sweet and moist. Delicious.
“I am so hard for you right now.”
“That’s enough,” Wade commands, pointing to the dresser.
Connor takes the blindfold and crawls off the bed making his way to the dresser on the other side
of the room. I’m struck by the distinct impression that he’s done this before.
“How about this?” Conner turns around. I gasp. He’s holding a riding crop.