The Escape: A One of the Boys Novel

by Crumpton, Teresa

  Only one night with a man that has the potential to satisfy every desire and need I have. I am so fucked!

  Chapter 12

  Rex

  Holy shit, I still can't believe Teagan agreed to my fucked up, crazy assed idea. I honestly didn't think she would. Hell, I kind of hoped she wouldn't. But I'm not going to kick a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, I'm going to prep this room with anything and everything we might use.

  Tonight's interaction needs to be flawless and leave her wanting more. Much more. That said, there's no way for me to plan a scene as I normally would with her. Not with her need to dominate. Especially when I can't fathom how the night will ultimately end.

  Focusing on the open cabinet and it's contents, I’m reaching for the rope when I hear a soft knock at the door over the mood music playing from the speakers.

  “Come in,” I invite, turning from the cabinet.

  “Sir,” one of the subs addresses me. “I have the champagne you requested.”

  “Thank you. Put it over there on the side table.” I instruct, my attention going back to the cabinet and the different choices of rope.

  Gripping each rope one at a time, I test their weights, but decide to skip them. Having only this one night, I really don’t want to waste time tying Teagan up when we could be performing other pleasurable acts. Closing the cabinet, I turn my attention to the room and other implements that we might use, when I notice the sub is still here.

  “Little sub, is there something I can help you with?” I ask as the door opens, revealing Teagan with her long, red hair up in a ponytail hanging over her left shoulder past her breast. The thigh-length dark gray trench coat and knee high suede black boots finish the look, and my jaw about hits the floor.

  If only we didn’t have an audience. Speaking of our audience...why the fuck is she still here?

  “I’m not opposed to having a menage, but not for our first time,” Teagan says pointedly, placing a hand on her hip.

  “Good to know, but not what I was going for, either. She brought us the champagne,” I explain and turn my attention to the sub. “Why are you still in here?”

  Teagan enters the room, heading for the sub.

  “I thought you might need––” She begins.

  “Did he ask for something besides the bottle and two glasses?” Teagan interrupts her. “Has he said anything to you except to ask why you’re still in the room? If you’ve answered no to any of these questions, then you need to get the fuck out.” She stomps around the sub, heading for the sofa.

  The sub quickly scurries out of the room, closing the door behind her.

  “I hope you’re not going to be that soft on me tonight,” Teagan comments, plopping down on the sofa and crossing her legs once she’s seated.

  I move to sit next to her. “Don’t get any crazy ideas.”

  She bats her eyelashes at me. “Me? Get crazy ideas? Whatever would give you that idea?” she quips in her sweet-as-pie tone.

  I’m going to enjoy learning all the sides of her. Hopefully, her sass carries over when we start our session.

  There’s now a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Are we going to pop,” she pauses as she slides a hand up my thigh, “that anytime soon?”

  Little vixen might kill me, and I really want to savour her.

  “Would you like a drink?” I ask, reaching for the champagne bottle, but she shifts on the sofa.

  “Sure,” she answers, rising to her feet. Turning to face me as she unties her coat, she begins unbuttoning it, but I grab her hand, stopping her.

  “I want to do that.” I tell her quietly, pulling her in front of me. “Now let me open this bottle.”

  “You're lucky I think you’re sexy,” she replies before twisting enough to grab the bottle from the table and handing it over.

  Dumbstruck, the first thought that comes to mind tumbles out of my mouth. “You think I'm sexy huh?” I grin up at her as I rip off the foil on the bottle and start twisting off the metal wire.

  “You going to pop that or stare at me all night?” She saunters closer to me, until she’s stradling one of my legs.

  I lean slightly to my left to make sure the liquid inside the bottle won’t spill on her when the cork pops out. Ever so slowly, I edge the cork out of its tight hole, my eyes locked on hers the entire time. Her eyes darken with desire, and I instinctively know this is going to be one hell of a night, where control is going to be a battle won and lost at every turn.

  Oh yeah...any scene I could’ve constructed, this minx would have blown it out of the water.

  Finally the cork pops out from the bottle, and as the champagne begins to spill out, Teagan crouches down just barely hovering over my leg, places her lips around the bottle’s opening, and sucks down the flowing liquid, not allowing any of it to hit the floor. Just the sight of her mouth wrapped around the cylindrical object sends a jolt of lust down to my cock, causing it to stir. Removing her mouth from the rim of the bottle, she sensually licks her lips as she rises to her full height in the heels. And my cock twitches again before it hardens.

  “Since you’ve now had a swallow,” I smirk, “I think I’ll wait to pour us that drink.” I lean forward enough so that my leg rubs against hers and set the champagne bottle back on the table.

  As I re-adjust my position on the sofa, I place my hands on the outside of each of her legs and look up at her, making sure our eyes lock. Even though this is what we agreed to, I have to know, without a doubt, that she’s still game for whatever happens here tonight. When it comes to The Escape, I can’t lose her, even if that means I don’t fulfill this desire we’re trying to sate tonight.

  “Teagan, are you still sure about this?” I ask.

  “Am I sure about us fucking our most devious desires out of each other for this one night? Yes, I’m sure. I’m only here to fuck.” she answers, her expression changing from sultry desire to something more akin to sternness.

  “I’m just making sure.” I allow my hands to roam up her thighs. “I need your safe word.”

  “Pink elephant,” she replies without hesitation.

  S&M by Rihanna begins pouring through the speakers as my hands slide up her thighs a little more. When they hit straps on each thigh, our eyes still locked on each other, I quirk an eyebrow up at her in silent question.

  “Unwrap me and find out,” she taunts.

  Damn vixen isn’t going to make this easy on me, whatso-fucking-ever.

  Leaning what she’s wearing under her trench coat is the best part of her arrival so far. Bringing my hands out from under her trench coat, I reach for the first button I come to and start unbuttoning the coat from the bottom up, going as slow as I achingly can to draw out the torture for us both and to take control of this tug of war. With every button I release, she bites and re-bites her lower lip, dragging it between her teeth, adding a little pain to the anticipation.

  “Drop it to the floor,” I command, my voice a little more raspy than normal as I get my first full fill of her in the white lace and black satin strappy lingerie and garter belt she has on underneath.

  As the coat drops around her ankles, I take her in. Good God, it's sexy as hell, and it leaves everything, and yet nothing, for my imagination to wonder about. My eyes are no longer connected with hers as I can’t help but stare at her breasts now at eye level. She is completely on display, yet I want more. So much more. I want her cuffed to the bed, spread open across it, and blindfolded as I use the flogger on her. In fact, just imagining that causes my mouth to water, and my dick stands at full attention, making my jeans achingly tight.

  Her right hand fumbles for a second with a strap that seems to match her lingerie before her grasp tightens around it.

  "Can I help you with that?" I ask as she shakes her head and that’s when I realize it’s a collar.

  "Not in any way," she snickers winking. “Like what you see?” She’s taunting me again.

  “How about I show you?” Her eyebrow lifts in answer to my quest
ion. “You can either walk this tight ass of yours,” I give her ass a smack, “or I’ll carry you over my shoulder over there. I’ll warn you now...if I have to carry you, your ass will be red by the time I cuff you to that bed. You have two seconds to make your decision.”

  She doesn’t speak. Instead, she bends slightly, bringing her face level with mine, all the while making sure her pert little breasts are more visible. Or at least making sure more skin is actually seen. And before I know what’s happened her small hand is up my shirt rubbing my bare chest.

  With her still straddling my leg, I wrap my arm around her thighs and lift her onto my shoulder and stand, using my free hand to swat her ass with every step I take. I can feel her heat rising with every smack, and I slow my pace, taking smaller steps so I can spank her ass more. When my knees hit the bed, I toss her onto it.

  “Don’t move.” I instruct, but she doesn’t listen. Instead, she rolls onto her knees and crawls toward me.

  “I don’t think I’ve had enough spankings to make me obey yet. It doesn’t even sting,” she announces, watching me then glancing over her shoulder at her ass, which she can’t actually see.

  “Spitfire, don’t worry. I’ll make it sting. But I have other plans first,” I promise. She doesn’t comment. Instead, she sits back on her ankles, coming face to chest with me and dragging her hands up her body, until one is inches away from her pussy, and the other is cupping her breast.

  “Maybe if I play with myself, you’ll want to spank me a little more. Or maybe I should just take control tonight?” she practically purrs.

  Leaning over, I reach for the flogger that’s on the nightstand. “I’m in control tonight, Spitfire, and I will prove it,” I growl with the flogger in one hand, and the other grabbing her ponytail. “Now, turn around. I’ll let you decide if you want to be on your knees or laying on your stomach. Either way, once you’re there, don’t move! As I’ve said, I have plans for you tonight, and I promise you will be coming all night long. Now choose!” My voice lowers as I say the last part as a command.

  Teagan spins around, settling onto her knees and elbows just as my first strike of the flogger hits her ass and back. Our session with the flogger lasts until her ass is good and red. She will be able to sit down at some point tomorrow, I just don’t know when. I’ve made subs cry before with the flogger, but not Teagan. She takes everything I dish out and begs for more. Every whimper and request for more has my dick thickening, and now I need to release this pent-up tension.

  “On your back, Teagan. Lay flat with your head hanging over the bed. You liked that little scene the other night where the sub was being feasted on. Well, we’re about to recreate part of that,” I tell her as she moves into the position I’ve requested.

  She glances at my bulging cock and begins unbuttoning my jeans. “This looks painful, but I’m sure if you fuck my mouth, you’ll get a little relief. That is...until I make you hard again.”

  Before I realize she’s done it, my fly is open, and one of her hands is wrapped around my cock, and the other is cupping my balls. She’s gently tugging me closer to the bed, guilding my dick into her mouth. As her lips seal around my length, her hand moves to my ass holding me in place. When she slowly starts to slide her mouth down my shaft, taking me all the way down her throat, that’s all the prompting I need. My hips take over, speeding up as I drive my cock down her throat and pulling out, inch by inch. I watch how she rubs her thighs together as I fuck her mouth, getting the friction she needs between her own legs. Yet, she never lets go of my balls or my ass. It feels like I’m a lollipop, and she’s trying to lick her way to my juicy center.

  Damn that mouth of hers!

  Three times, I almost lose my shit because of her tight little mouth. However, I’m able to hold myself together, until she tightens her fingers a little more around my ball sac and tugs a little harder. And just like that, I pop off down her throat, just like the champagne did earlier.

  Chapter 13

  Teagan

  With Rex’s cum still coating my tongue, I lick my lips, craving more of him. My head is still hanging off the bed as I watch Rex adjust himself before stepping away from the bed and walking over to grab the champagne from the table. This time, he grabs not just the bottle, but also the two flutes next to it. He saunters back toward me, the dark gleam back in his eyes. He sets the bottle and glasses down on the nightstand before grabbing the chair next to it and dragging it closer.

  “We need to get you off, and I have all the tools out that you’ll need. That said, I want to watch you make yourself cum. I like...watching,” he adds, pouring champagne in both glasses and passing a glass to me.

  He wants to watch me pleasure myself.

  The wheels turn in my head at the possibilities to drive him insane with lust. Flipping over, I take the offered glass as he takes a seat. Our eyes stay locked on each other’s as we take our first sip.

  “I’ll let you watch, but you can’t touch,” I demand. “Your ass stays in the chair. If you so much as twitch as if you’re getting up, I stop.” I take one last sip of my champagne before setting it on the nightstand and picking up the small vibrator.

  “Do your worst,” Rex invites, settling back in his chair.

  Taking his cue, I twist around, gathering the pillows from the head of the bed and making myself more comfortable. Rex's stare bores into me. Propping myself up, I settle in against the pillows, letting an elusive smirk linger. His glare is piercing, making my nerves bubble up. It’s the best––and most nerve-wracking––feeling on earth. Pushing the power button on the vibrator and spreading my legs, I press the battery-powered o-maker to my clit softly. The sensations sending every nerve into hyperdrive as Rex bites his lip.

  With the speed on the lowest setting, I let the sensation warm me up. Rex’s look is all I need to get me into the perfect mood to really play. The apprehension that had consumed me melts away, and I relax into the bed, letting the euphoria devour me. The hunger that palpates from Rex as I work the tiny toy in small circles over my sensitive skin radiates through the small space. Our eyes lock as subtle whimpers escape without warning from the back of my throat. The moment washes over me while I work on igniting both of our desires into a frenzy.

  “Rex, if you could touch me right now, what would you do?” I ask breathily, as my free hand roams slowly up my leg to my stomach.

  He takes a sip of his champagne, swallowing hard as his eyes track the movement of my hand. “I'd let two fingers fill you.” The statement sounds casual, but the look in his eyes tells me that he’s definitely not feeling relaxed at the moment.

  Tweaking my nipple, a low moan finally escapes Rex's lips. "I’d have my mouth all over you."

  Swiftly dragging my hand south, I plunge my fingers into my dripping pussy. Rex straightens as his shoulders tense, his face hardening. The desire to join is radiating from him as he starts to slide off the chair.

  “And yet you promised not to move,” I purr, watching his eyes darken.

  “I’ll sit here as long as you make yourself cum, but I’m telling you right now my little vixen, if you don’t cum soon, I will make you. Now turn up the speed,” he commands.

  “Your little vixen? Since when did I become yours?” I wonder, my fingers filling me. "No breaking the rules," I mutter before crying out from the pleasure that is all too consuming.

  As Rex halts, my head rolls back, the sensations devouring me.

  “Teag, you know damn well the speed you have that on is just a tease. It’s not going to get you off, and while I am enjoying watching this, I won’t wait all night,” Rex informs me, leaning forward in his chair.

  “Yes, you will. This is what tonight's all about. And you know it,” I reply, hitting the button to increase the speed.

  “Damn, Teagan, watching you is sexy as fuck,” Rex growls as I caress my breast one last time.

  As my hand slowly trails down my body to my pussy, I lift the vibrator off my lace-covered clit and slide the skimpy
fabric to the side. With my pink flesh completely on display for Rex, I gently rest the vibrator back on my clit and slide my finger along my folds before pushing a finger in.

  “Damn, you have a beautiful pussy,” Rex compliments, his eyes darkening as he sits forward a little bit more.

  Moaning out my pleasure, I ride the build-up gathering in my belly as my back and leg muscles tighten with every pulse buzzing through my body.

  “Rex,” I groan, pushing another finger in.

  “That’s it, Teagan. Now cum for me,” Rex commands, his voice growing husky.

  Letting the vibrations overtake me, I succumb to the sensations building in my core until I let go, my orgasm coming in waves, one right after another.

  “That’s my girl,” Rex mutters as he leans forward, grabbing the bottom of the chair and pulling it closer to the edge of the bed. “Now it’s my turn to make you moan.”

  His hands reach for my legs and pull them to the edge of the bed before propping them over his shoulders. Rex’s breath tickles my thighs, and my core tightens in anticipation. With each breath, his hand slides ever so slowly down my thigh, coming to a stop meer inches from my center.

  “Rex,” I whisper, desperate for his touch where I need it most.

  And with the whisper of his name still on my lips, he licks my center, tasting me for the first time. As his nails dig into the tender flesh on the tops of my thighs, I melt into the sheer perfection of his embrace. With every lap, I crave more of his tongue and his touch. There is a delicate magic that dances on my skin––pure and electrifying. As he takes his time, the exploration washes over me, making my back arch into his overwhelming hunger.

  Rex's hands make their way up my stomach as his tongue works its magic. His fingertips gently caress every inch of skin they come in contact with. It's only when my breasts are firmly in his grasp that he finally feasts on me. With just his mouth, I buck from the desire pooling in my center, yet I can't let him have control. Not yet––and maybe not ever.