More Than Darkness
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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon
More Than Eyes Alone Can See, and
Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story will make some
sense, probably, if you read it without having read either of our stories, but
it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them. They're all worth
reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen.
ourselves.es'> On with the story.
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It was morning again before
Salida woke, slowly drifting up through layers of consciousness.
across her ribcage, and she turned until her face was buried against a warm
shoulder. She dozed there for several
minutes, content in the knowledge that whatever else her husband had been
As she started to waken more fully, she became aware of her . . . unique
mental state. She was once again in
control of her mind, was no longer confused.
And that was good. What was
interesting was that she couldn’t think of one thing that she’d be ashamed of
doing. Shd nod no inhibitions or morals
at the moment. All she wanted was to be
close to Jeffrey, as close as she could be without climbing inside his skin.
of her mind, and she knew that Jeffrey could make them go away.
anything but him, and who she was with him.
For who they were.
With that goal in mind, she turned on her side, slowly planning kisses
on the bare shoulder next to her. How flawless . . .
ministrations, but as far as she could tell, he didn’t wake.
Pulling the sheets down, Salida kept kissing, grinning widely when she
found that all he was wearing was a pair of boxers.
and stomach, her hands moved down to his thighs, kneading the muscles with
confident hands.
Not bothering to remove the barrier between her and her ultimate goal –
for the time being – Salida let her mouth drift over Jeffrey’s stirring arousal
and started kissing the insides of his knees, planning on working her way up.
further, she was interrupted.
“I’m probably going to get slapped for this, but that’s one hell of a
way to wake someone up. Especially
someone who isn’t your husband, sunrise,” Sands muttered with a sleepy grin.
Interested by this new development, but in her state of mind, not
deterred, Salida simply murmured, “I suppose you should wake him and disappear
before anything interesting happens, shouldn’t you?
finds you didn’t try to stop me. Or alert
him.”
“What the fuck do you mean, you would just keep going anyway even I didn’t
fucking leave?” Sands asked with a raised eyebrow, not quite believing his
ears. “Because I don’t really like
giving up control any more than Jeffrey does.
Salida shrugged. “Fine.
going to happen when he wakes in the middle of this.
entire hand, I believe. Although, he
might just settle for taking your right n–”
“Why the fuck don’t you leave then?
just because you’re fucking horny, sunrise.
forget about it. I give him enough
leeway as it is,” Sands said with a glare in her direction.
“Come now,” she replied. “There’s
got to be something I could convince him to do for you in return.
to my husband. If you won’t take pity on
me, then let’s bargain.” Taking a break,
Salida moved to sit at Sands’ side, her bare legs stretched out in front of
her, giving him a good view of their length until they disappeared into her
shorts. “What is it?
of an apartment? Want Jeffrey to keep
his threats to himself for a week? Tell
me.”
Sands was intrigued. “You’re
actually attempting to bargain with me. I
don’t know if I fucking believe it.” He
laughed and put a hand to his chin as if in deep thought.
you realize that?”
“Better the devil you know, than the one you don’t,” Salida quoted.
“Very true. Fine, you want to
make a bargain with me, we’ll bargain. I’ll
let you have your wicked way with Jeffrey for the rest of today if . . .” he
paused for a moment to think and then smirked.
to me. For a week at least, to do
whatever the fuck I want for a change.”
Salida shook her head. “Don’t ask
for the impossible. One day.
Jeffrey would have a fit over an hour more than he thinks you’re
due. He’ll argue that he has the right
to more private time than you because he’s married and
you’re not. But I could probably get you
two days.”
Sands shrugged. He hadn’t really
believed that he’d get a week, but he’d figured he’d go all out while he was
holding all the cards. He could push
that it be a week, but he knew Jeffrey would never fucking go for it.
enough, sunrise. I need assurances or
whatever the hell I feel like.”
It was her turn to disagree. “No.
every night. I do care if I have to come up with some sort of plan to break you
out of jail. If you don’t respect
Jeffrey, at least respect . . .” Respect what?
Her feelings?
believe otherwise, there is more than your life and happiness at stake.
people. You stood up for me yesterday,
and I’ll stand up for you today, but I expect a semblance of civility from you.
half an hour each day. It’ll probably be
in your own interest.”
“You got that fucking right. He’d
drive me insane if he didn’t get that much at least,” he muttered under his
breath. “Fine I suppose I can be fucking
civil. I’m supposed to be the refined
rich gentleman after all,” he said with a snort that said he didn’t believe it
any more than she did. “You have a deal,
vixen,” he said, putting out a hand so she could shake it.
with a wink and a smirk.
Salida briefly wondered what would happen if she didn’t convince her
husband. She’d try, but Jeffrey was just
as stubborn as Sands, if not more so.
But she found that she wanted to keep her word to the other man . . .
which was disconcerting to say the least.
For the sake of the two of them
getting along. That’s why I’m doing
this. I don’t like it, but Sands has to
be treated as an adult, not an inconsequential annoyance.
Swallowing, Salida said, “Go to sleep, Sands.”
husband. And she had every intention of
putting him in a good mood before breaking the news.
With that in mind, she started her slow seduction again, taking her
time. If Jeffrey woke, he woke.
Several minutes later, Salida was pulling down the waistband of her
husband’s boxers, and feathering kisses over ever inch of skin she could
reach. She wasn’t sure how much longer
he was going to sleep, but it wouldn’t be long.
And as if to ensure that he woke, she slid her lips along his erection
before slipping it into her mouth.
Jeffrey’s eyes snapped open and his head shot up off
of the pillow so that he could look down at her with a gape.
or there would have been . . . hell to pay,” he muttered breathlessly, letting
his head fall back limply against the pillow as he became completely aware of
where her mouth was and just what it was doing to them.
Salida deliberately moaned, trying to refocus his attention.
of them if he found out just who had woken up first this morning.
Several minutes later, Jeffrey was close to coming, and Salida was
rather dedicated to seeing him come. She
liked watching almost as much as he did.
Which gave her a rather wicked idea for later, but now
was taking more of her concern.
actions considerably. Either Jeffrey
would force her to start moving faster, or he’d get dominating and demand to
come inside her. She didn’t care what
the outcome was really . . . she just enjoyed the look of pain that was showing
on his face.
“You’re . . . fucking . . . enjoying this . . . aren’t you . . . my
fucking . . . wicked . . . vixen?” Jeffrey asked breathlessly, beginning to
buck quickly into to her face despite her hands pressing down firmly on his
hips. He was so fucking close he could
taste it, and yet now she decided she wanted to tease.
To reply, she hummed in female satisfaction at seeing him reduced to
this because of her.
Jeffrey moaned as he felt her hum around his arousal and arched his back
unconsciously trying to get closer to her mouth.
pleaded with her.
Feeling a bit of disappointment mix in with her growing arousal, Salida
pressed Jeffrey into the mattress even harder as she rose over him to take his
arousal even further into her mouth. She
dug her nails into his hips as she scraped her teeth over his length once . . .
twice . . . three times . . .
Jeffrey yelled hoarsely as he came violently, nearly insensible with
passion. After the first time she had
scraped her teeth over his sensitive length he had felt his climax call, but he
had withheld. But then she had to go and
fucking do it again. Twice.
out after that. He felt his forehead
furrow as he grimaced in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his orgasm ripped
its way through his body, his eyes were clenched tight.
what it was or if it was even words, but that didn’t matter.
one was Salida, his beautiful fucking wife and her unbelievable wake-up call.
currently doing with it. Everything else
was unbelievably trivial at the moment.
Salida rode out his orgasm with him, not moving her mouth until he had
collapsed back on the bed, covered in sweat and gasping for breath.
devouring the sight of him so totally defenseless with
hungry eyes, growing antsy with the rush of arousal the sight caused.
closed, and his hands were twitching.
Unfortunately though, he wasn’t good for anything but eye candy in this
state. And the best way to get him ready
to go again was either to cause pain or challenge his control of her.
pain. So without a second thought,
Salida got off the bed and wandered out to the mini-fridge in the living
room. She grabbed a bottle of orange
juice and began drinking, waiting for an irate husband to join her.
the moment, she felt like being a tease.
Jeffrey lay in bed for a few minutes longer, taking the time to recover
from his wife’s little . . . escapade. He
was more than a little pissed off that she had simply decided to up and leave
once she had had her fun with him, and he definitely was going to make her pay
for that. “So, vixen likes to play,” he
muttered to himself, regaining control of his breath.
purposefully to where he heard his wife making noises, having pulled his boxers
off completely from where Salida had left them down at the middle of his
thighs.
He found her, of all things, getting ready to pour herself a bowl of
cereal for breakfast, a bottle half full of orange juice set down on the
kitchen table beside the bowl. “Who says
you just get to up and fucking leave after that, vixen?
didn’t. So get that fucking sexy ass of
yours back into bed before I have to do it for you,” he threatened, moving
close to her.
She looked up at him out of level eyes.
She took several minutes to judge the view he was offering,
“No,” she said simply. “And
before you ask why the fuck not, here’s my reasons.
hours, I feel like being a tease, and I want to have sex in front of a mirror,
not in bed.” Not bothering to gauge his
reaction, she poured cereal into her bowl.
Jeffrey sat down hard in the chair across from her and looat hat her
directly. “Fine.
your fucking energy for what I’m going to have to do to you for that little
stunt you just pulled. And we’ll have
fun in front of a mirror if you want. It
sounds like it could be fun. Or
narcissistic, take your pick,” he said with a playful shrug.
and if she really wanted to play, he was more than willing to let her.
She smirked. “As long as you fuck
me and not patience, I don’t really see a problem with that.”
bite, chewing slowly. Once she’d
swallowed, she murmured, “However, eating too fast is bad for the
digestion. You wouldn’t want me to have
to beg off due to an upset stomach, would you?”
Despite her meek words, there was an evil smirk on her lips.
“You’re un-fucking-believable. I
could always just force you you, you know.
the rate you’re going at. Are you trying
to drive me insane, or did you just wake up deciding that it was the day to
jerk me fucking around?” Jeffrey could
feel his good mood start to evaporate slightly.
to be teased. Sure, he loved to tease
her, but when the tables were turned he fucking hated it.
didn’t give a fuck.
Sighing, Salida said, “Jeffrey.
Do you remember how I acted the night we met?
the innuendo that was flying between us that night?
that I was a sure thing, because I know better.
You were cocky and full of yourself, and you knew we were going to end up in bed together.
laid have significantly increased . . . but you won’t flirt over
breakfast. Can you tell me why that is?”
For a moment, Jeffrey didn’t know what to say.
teased,” again, but that was childish. Suddenly,
the answer came to him in a flash, and he didn’t fucking like it.
I fucking want. I would have gladly have
taken you in the middle of that fucking bar on top of the pool table if you
would have gone for it. I was pissed off
that you didn’t. But you’re fucking
right. I’m being a prick.
recall,” he said with a wink. “And God
the fuck knows how many innuendos passed between the two of us that night,” he
said with a laugh.
“Mmm . . . he can be tamed,”
she teased him. “And before you start
making comments, remember that you’re the one that dubbed me a man eater.”
“Oh, I knew you were from the moment I saw you, vixen.
reaffirm that title any time I like,
vixen,” he said with a smirk.
“How generous. But something
tells me I’ll only be going for the title when I want to. Because I imagine
things could become very unpleasant
if I didn’t.” She was still giving him
that sly little smile, the one that dared him to best her with words the way he
did with his body.
Jeffrey quirked an eyebrow at that, intrigued.
to me as it does to other men, as you very well fucking know.
only want you to do it to me again. And
again. But again, not everyone shares
my,” his voice lowered a little, “appetites.”
“So you’re telling me that a knee to the groin would make you harder?”
she asked innocently. “Want to test that
theory?”
“Maybe later, vixen,” he said with a smirk, successfully managing to
keep his real reaction from such a comment from showing on his face.
and love? The one leading this game?
high and dry after giving him a wake-up blowjob?
smirked. “Well . . . you were definitely
dry when I was done.
might be exaggerating things just a smidge.”
She took another bite of her rapidly disappearing cereal.
be willing to go to get laid within the next twenty-four hours?”
Jeffrey narrowed his eyes at her comment briefly before responding, “Well
I suppose it all depends on you, vixen.
just sit here and banter with you. But
we both know that that will change within a matter of seconds should you give
me . . . proper incentive to do so. But
twenty-four hours is a long fucking period of time to go without having sex
with my own fucking wife, so I’ll listen to what you have in mind, vixen.
above all else, so if given a chance between doing something you ask me to or
going celibate for the rest of the day, I’ll more than likely choose what you
have in mind. Especially considering I
know you’uckiucking devious enough to go through with no sex for the rest of
the day if you set your wicked little mind to it.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I was rather .
. . hot . . . when I woke up this
morning. I was somewhat disappointed
that you were selfish and didn’t make me come with you.”
reach. Then, with a melodramatic sigh
she said, “But I suppose it was worth it to see your reaction as I fucked you
with my dirty little mouth.” Having
finished her cereal, she picked up her bottle of orange juice and leaned back
in her chair. “I love how you bare your
throat while you’re in the midst of your orgasm.
. . .” she drew a line across her throat.
“But such a turn on. Such an
unconscious display of trust. Not to
mention that you quiver.”
“I do not fucking quiver,” Jeffrey said defensively without thought or
hesitation.
“Oh yes you do. Right after you
come and you stop slamming into me.
Every single muscle in your body pulls tight for no more than a few
seconds, and during those few seconds, you quiver.
to hang on to the tail end of your release.
And then you become absolutely boneless, either
crushing me in the most pleasant way, or lying underneath me and supporting my
own weary body. But you most definitely
do quiver.”
“Oh shut the fuck up,” Jeffrey muttered, slightly irritated.
he couldn’t fucking help it.
he loathed above all else. Hearing her
talk about him in such a state rankled more than a
little but.
“What? You think I don’t lose
control when you make me come? You think
I don’t become helpless?
avoided but couldn’t, because stopping you would have made me burst out of
frustration. I’ve willingly put myself
in a position – and a very fun one at that – that allows you to hurt me.
me forget. And by the time I remember,
it’s too late.” She was taking her time
finishing her juice. “I’m sure you can
think of other examples, if you put your mind to it.
Jeffrey paused for a moment and thought.
murdering you rather than fucking your brains out.
and rattle the walls. And I fucking love
it. I love to hear you hit those fucking
high notes almost more than anything else.
me without thought or intent. You’re
just mine.”
Salida blushed. She was well
aware that she screamed, she just didn’t exactly like
that she did. That was another thing to
look for in housing . . . somewhere where she wouldn’t disturb the neighbors.
Jeffrey saw her blush, and smirked.
the thumb and forefinger of his left hand lightly and held it there for a
moment while he looked at her. “I love
seeing your blush spread to . . . other areas of you,” he said with a smirk,
looking down blatantly are her breasts.
hot. It’s one of the sexiest fucking
things I’ve ever seen, vixen. So if I
can get you to fucking blush for me, that’s great.
clothes on,” he removed his hand from her chin and ran his fingers lightly over
a breast through her shirt, “all the better.”
Ok. She was ready.
laid since early that morning, and had instead received nothing but one
distraction after another. “And what do
you think of making me blush without clothes where we can both see it?”
Jeffrey grinned widely from ear to ear and Salida laughed softly.
doing sitting here fucking talking then?’” he asked, rising to his feet.
blush from head to toe completely naked, beautiful, and voracious just the way
I like you? I’ll be more than fucking
willing to show you, vixen.”
Salida held out her hands, and he pulled her from her seat.
hips, pulling her in for a kiss before turning her and walking her to the
bedroom. She was in front, and Jeffrey
was close behind, not exactly pressed against her, but close.
Closing the door of the room behind them, Jeffrey directed his vixen
over to stand in front of the room’s free-standing mirror.
behind her, he slipped his hands under her shirt and started whispering in her
ear. “You wanted to fucking play, so we’re
going to fucking play. I bet you can’t
go until orgasm without screaming. If
you do, then I’ll let you choose what position we fuck in next.
place a soft kiss behind her ear, “then I get to tie you to the bed and have
playtime with ice. And the other day, I
picked up a pair of ankle restraints for you.”
covered it. “No.
I’m telling you that this is the way it’s going to be.”
Salida met his eyes in the mirror, wondering if she should make a fuss
or not. If she showed enough resistance,
he would probably let her alter the deal.
But it was already so . . . intriguing that she was willing to risk
it. Slowly she nodded, indicating that
she understood the rules and the risks.
Then she leaned back against his strong chest and waited for him to
start.
could see him and moved her hair to one side of her neck so he could kiss the
other without hindrance. With his right
hand he fondled her right breast gently, but with increasing forcefulness.
began moving it slowly downward until his fingertips encountered the edge of
her panties. That didn’t seem to bother
him as his hands kept moving within her underwear now.
fondling of her breast through her bra, his left hand playing with the soft
hair he found there. But he didn’t keep
her waiting lon long as he pulled her body backwards so it was even closer to
his and ran his slightly chilled fingers over her clit.
time, even as he kissed her neck. “That
shirt’s got go, vixen,” he murmured against her neck before forcibly pulling
her shirt up over her head and arms with his right hand and deftly undoing her
bra and throwing it where he had dided ded the shirt before moving his hand back
to her now naked breast.
Salida clinched her teeth, unsure if not being
able to scream meant not being able to make any noise at all.
better safe than sorry.
As Jeffrey continued fondling her, she leaned back into his body,
arching back and neck to make herself more available
to his hands and lips. But eventually
getting tired of being left out of the action, she turned her head quickly and
captured Jeffrey’s lips with hers, kissing him passionately.
on lip, that she gaspeto hto his mouth when he started
rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Jeffrey wanted to smirk at her gasp but continued his onslaught,
simultaneously deepening the kiss even further, rolling her nipple even faster,
and moving his fingers to caress her wet opening as his thumb continued to make
lazy circles around her clit. “I thought
you wanted to watch, vixen?” he drawled slowly, moving away from her wanting
mouth. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” he
asked, gesturing to the mirror with a nod of his head even as he continued his
ministrations. “It doesn’t look like you’re
watching to me.”
Salida bit back a curse, her fingers digging into the unprotected skin
of Jeffrey’s thighs as she turned her face from him.
took a deep breath and moved her eyes to what his hands were doing.
She’d never been one of those women who stood naked in front of a mirror
surveying their bodies, but she wasn’t toE>totally unaware
of what she looked like either. But
Jeffrey’s hands, showing lighter than her skin, added a new dimension to the
experience. She watched his fingers play
with her breast, amazed by just how large his hand looked when cupping
her. Letting her eyes drift lower, her
brow furrowed when she saw that she was still wearing her underwear.
a penny, she thought, bringing her hands up to remove it herself.
love to her, she was going to watch it all.
fingers were teasing her and coaxing moisture from her desperate body, she
couldn’t hold back the blush that stained her skin from head to curled toes.
“Ah, and there it is.
with a smirk, growling softly into her ear as he nipped playfully at her
neck. an>Nan>Now that he was sure that she was
watching again, he forced himself to slow down his hands’ movements so that she
could see every caress. And he hadn’t
gotten his scream yet either.
Unfortunately, his knees were beginning to hurt from where he was
kneeled on the carpet and he had no doubt that it was the same for Salida.
too. There were no bets against him
having to do or not do something before he came, so he intended to have fun.
do I fucking manage to keep her looking at the mirror and able to see what’s
happening to her without staying in this position? he
asked himself, a frown crossing his features momentarily.
Looking around the room, Jeffrey found a bit of inspiration.
tempting body, pulling a moan from her throat and causing frustration to appear
on her face. He got to his feet, pulling
her up after him. “Go sit on at the foot
of the bed, vixen.” She looked at him
with a mixture of curiosity and irritation, but did as he said, watching
intently as he pulled the mirror over to stand in front of her.
position be her her.
For a moment he looked at their reflection, then
his hands started arranging her to his satisfaction.
lap, her legs thrown over the metal footboard at the knee, and centcenter
exposed to sight, cool air, and hot fingers alike.
and she didn’t look away.
Jeffrey once more kept his movements slow, allowing her to watch and
feel just exactly what he was doing to her in great detail.
forever, but then, neither would she. He
took his time in letting her arousal build slowly; both tormented and pleasured
by the way she pushed herself against his own.
rhythm he had started to change the pace, speeding up his movements quickly
before slowing down again oto sto speed them up and slow them down once more in
a rhythm of intense crescendos and diminuendos.
coax that high note from her or fucking die trying.
supremely confident that he wouldn’t lose this one, but she was showing nearly
remarkable restraint. It irritated him
and he simultaneously lightly bit her shoulder, and pinched her nipple and clit
at the same time in a somewhat childish display if he was being honest with
himself. He kissed and caressed an
apology before resuming the new rhythm he had induced.
Salida was trying to regulate her breathing now.
sorts of moan, groans, keens, gasps, and cries . . . but she kept them all
bottled. Unfortunately, she couldn’t
bottle the way her body was starting to move in reaction to Jeffrey’s teasing
and taunting caresses. She wanted to
plead with him to let her come, but she knew the moment release crashed down on
her, she’d scream, loud and long. So she
held out, biting into her lip to keep quiet.
But even so, she couldn’t help the pained whimpers that started escaping
her as Jeffrey started entering with her with one finger instead of two.
instead of letting her arousal die, it increased it.
Jeffrey was on a razor’s edge with his play now and he knew it.
orgasm to scream, but if he brought her too quickly she would come before she
got the chance and he would lose the bet.
sounds she wanted to let loose deep in her throat, merely letting out those
enticing pained little whimpers that turned him on more than a little.
slowing down his right hand’s movements even more so that his fingers were now
only ghosting around her nipple, barely touching her.
she whimpered at the loss of touch and brought his middle finger to his lips,
wetting it with his tongue slowly. He
then moved his wet finger back to her nipple, coating it in his transferred
saliva. Once satisfied, he moved his
hand away and blew gently on her wettened nipple,
smirking as she gasped at the sudden jolt of cold that traveled through her
body as her nipple hardened.
“Jeffrey,” she hissed, her body arching instinctively.
Release me, please.
care about anything else. All that
mattered was finally being able to come.
She’d been craving it like a druggie a fix all morning.
“But you haven’t screamed for me yet, vixen,” he pointed out, speeding
up his movements a little, but otherwise doing nothing to honor her plea.
willing to give her what she wanted, but not yet.
made. When he had made it, he had
thought his victory had been cinched.
stubborn. “Scream for me, vixen.
want to hear it. So why
She shook her head. No.
But I have fought.
come. Not to mention that he’ll take me
again, and again with some bondage
means it’ll be easier to break the news of my little deal with Sands to him.
the final conclusion was the same.
Taking a deep breath, Salida closed her eyes and screamed, “Screw me
already you fucking bastard!”
Her exclamation startled a laugh out of her husband and lover and he
moved her quickly so that she was lying on the bed underneath him, his arousal
positioned at her entrance. “How could
any man refuse such an order from his wife?” he asked with a wink and an arrogant
smirk before thrusting into her fully, giving her a chance to adjust to the
sensation before launching into a quick and rough rhythm that would suit both
their needs. He lay on top of her, still
thrusting forcefully as he claimed her mouth against his own, placing his
tongue at her closed lips in invitation.
passionately, focusing his concentration on the kiss as his unbelievably
aroused body did the rest for him.
It didn’t take much to make Salida come.
Some part of her mind was amazed that she’d lasted past his first
thrust, but she didn’t waste time marveling.
With her mouth locked on his, she started meeting his thrusts with her
hips, slamming their lower bodies together and crying out into Jeffrey’s mouth
as the sensation of pent up desire climbed to new unbelievable heights.
Salida was screaming once again, the sound muffled by her husband’s mouth on
hers.
“There’s my, little vixen, screamer,” Jeffrey managed to say between
thrusts as he felt her come. He only had
a brief moment to wonder at the fact that his ears weren’t ringing this time
after her screams before he let go and followed her into climax.
heavily against each other’s chests, he muttered, “You lost, vixen.
just the idea of it was enough to clear his head and bring him back to Earth if
not make him ready to go again.
Salida was less than upset about the latent threat in his voice, but she
decided to put up a struggle anyway. He
would expect it of her, and he'd probably enjoy making her submit as well.
him and rolled across the bed, halfheartedly trying to escape – more to tease
than anything else. She was close to
getting her feet on the ground when an arm snaked around her waist and threw
her back onto the mattress. She blinked
and stared up into a pair of amused and irritated dark eyes.
comment he wasn’t making, she simply murmured, “Vixen,” as if that should
explain everything.
“Yes, I was aware of that, thank you,” Jeffrey said, mischief alighting
in his eyes. He crawled over and
straddled her waist to keep her from trying to escape again and lifted one of
her arms above her head before looking down at her and asking, “Restraints or
lace? This is probably the only choice
you’re getting for the rest of the day, so keep that in mind.”
“We’ve never used real restraints . . . at least on me,” she
breathed. “Can I at least make a request
if I can’t have another choice?”
Jeffrey nodded, his eyes suspicious as he
lowered her arm a little. “I’m not
certain I’ll honor any requests from you, but go ahead.
“Do you have leather gloves? And
if you do, will you wear them this time around?
At least for a little bit?”
Jeffrey raised an eyebrow at that and nodded slowly.
a good vixen and stay here until I get back?”
She shook her head. “Since when
have I ever been good?”
“That’s what I figured,” Jeffrey said with an indulgent smile as he
quickly and deftly secured both of Salida’s wrists in the restraints that
head and foot boards of the bed. It
would have been pointless because they would have been put back up
their bedroom furniture. He then got up
off the bed and moved to restrain her feet in the longer ankle restraints he
had picked up. Salida put up a bit of a
fight on principle this time, and Jeffrey had to jerk his head back quickly tvoidvoid a kick in the mouth or a broken nose.
weight and position to restrain her ankles as well without too much trouble.
turning to leave.
Salida sighed. He just couldn’t
resist using that joke. But everything
else about him outweighed his use of corny jokes, so she didn’t make any
comments, merely waited impatiently for him to come back.
As seconds ticked by and he didn’t come back, Salida grew restless,
flexing her muscles where she laid, not to get loose, but to move.
naked and totally defenseless, and her husband was not bothering to hurry back
to her. Inexplicably, she felt herself
growing mildly aroused again. It was a
bad sign for how the rest of the day was going to go.
Jeffrey returned a minute later, clad in a pair of black gloves and
absolutely nothing else, and leaned against the doorway and just watched her,
the early morning light making his dark eyes seem to sparkle as he stood there
looking at her. Just when she was about
to yell at him to get his ass over there and attend to his wife, he moved to
sit at her side on the bed and Salida could see for the first time that he had
the ice bucket held in one hand. “Fun
with ice, that’s what I wanted, that’s what we bet, and that’s what I’m going
to have now.” He took an ice cube from
the bucket and popped it into his mouth, sucking on it for a long moment before
crunching it up with his teeth. He then
leaned over her chest and began kissing the warm skin there with his now
ice-cold lips and tongue causing her to shiver.
he said, moving back to a sitting position and grabbing another ice cube from
the bucket which he set on the middle of her chest.
his hand off of the cube.
Despite the order not to move, Salida couldn’t help but gasp as the ice
started to melt on her skin. The moment
air filled her lungs, the cube slid down her chest to rest on her stomach.
hardest not to buck and get the invading chill off her body.
“Don’t worry, vixen. I’ll be more
than willing to warm you up later once I’ve had my play,” Jeffrey promised,
reaching into the ice bucket again and bringing an ice cube to rub at a nipple
as he held on to it. After he had done
that, he immediately lowered his hot mouth to it, licking and sucking the cold
away each time he placed the ice cube anywhere on her body.
cube had made and then placed another one on top of her belly button this time,
once more telling her not to move.
Salida did her best. She held her
breath and locked her muscles in an effort not to move.
quivering from the cold, making the ice move in incremental slides this way and
that. “Jeffrey,” she whispered, tossing
her head on the pillow and pulling at her arms.
“It’s cold.”
“The very moment someone manages to create a warm ice cube, I’ll be the
first to try them, vixen,” he said with a small laugh, placing a hand over the
ice cube and causing it to melt rapidly, sending rivulets of water down the
sides of her stomach and in-between her legs causing her to gasp.
unsettled Salida a bit and pulled out yet another ice cube from the now hated
bucket and moved down to sit at her legs.
intentions, he was running the tip of an ice cube in-between her thighs along
her clit and at the edges of her opening.
did so slowly, then turned to look up at her.
look on his face that deserved to be slapped off at the very least.
“If I had a hand free, I’d slap you for that,” she breathed, “Right
before I threw you onto the floor and fucked you there.”
hand causing havoc on her nervous system at the same time she was fighting not
to moan at the sensation of leather on her skin.
she whispered, closing her eyes and tracing the movements of his hands.
you. It’s like being completely
vulnerable with a stranger.”
“As if I’d ever let another fucking man do thisyou,you,” Jeffrey said,
answering his actions by pressing the slightly melted ice cube deep within her
and holding it there with a gloved hand as he continued massaging her leg and
inner thigh with the other.
She cried out, struggling weakly as her body’s heat melted the ice
cube. The only thing keeping her
grounded was Jeffrey’s other hand on her leg.
Through the sharp darts of pleasure shooting through her, Salida gasped,
“Never let another man do this.
Bastards, all of them. Don’t
trust . . . only you.” Her words ended
on a whimper as Jeffrey removed his hands to get another ice cube.
Jeffrey paused at her words and turned to stare at her fixedly.
I don’t want you to be fucking
uncomfortable. Well, I don’t want you to
be uncomfortable about that, at least.”
“Not uncomfortable,” she sighed. “I’m
excited.” She fought the urge to wiggle,
but couldn’t hide her blush. “You’re
fucking turning me on, alright?” she asked irritably.
fighting . . . but with you it’s okay to pretend.
So don’t worry.”
“Oh, I wasn’t worrying, vixen. I
just didn’t want you yelling at me for making you even more uncomfortable as I
did this,” he quickly placed a succession of ice cubes down the middle of her
chest and stomach, and balanced on her thighs. Once he had done that, he pulled
one final ice cube from the bucket, “Last one.
get more. And I really don’t want to
have to get fucking dressed for that, so it’s best for the both of us if you
just do as I fucking say,” he said before putting it in his mouth and leaning
over to kiss her, allowing the ice cube to pass through his lips to touch hers,
sliding it and his tongue into her mouth when the opportunity presented itself.
He let the ice cubes melt, having had
his fun with them, and instead ran his leather-clad hands along her arms,
shoulders and the sides of her breasts as he kissed her.
When he finally backed away from the kiss, Salida practically whimpered,
“I’m so cold, lover.” He looked down at
her face and saw that she was completely serious.
“Have you ever wondered if there’s something wrong with you?” he asked,
reaching for a discarded blanket to dry her off with.
“More than once, but I never got past the usual suspects.”
drying her off instead of using body heat to warm her.
into the sack naked with someone else who is already naked.
He looked down at their naked forms as he dried off her body.
“My shirt was pulled off by my impatient husband, I removed my own
underwear, and you . . . you don’t have shame enough not to wander through the
place naked anyway,” she said with a laugh, happy to be dry again if not warm
yet. “Now come over here and warm me up
like you said you would.”
“As my vixen commands,” he said with a wink as he moved to lie on top of
her, pulling the blanket over them both.
their needs by burying himself deep within her.
wait any longer so he settled into a gentle rhythm that quickened with every
thrust of his hips. “Are you getting
warmer now, vixen?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her chest an
breasts.
She tossed her head. “Nope.”
but a particularly energetic thrust made her moan and arch her neck.
Jeffrey nipped at her arched neck and smirked, “Oh, I’m presuresure,
vixen.” He was about to make a comment
about how he could always stop if she didn’t think so, but comments like that
had a way of backfiring which was completely unacceptable at the moment, so he
kept his quick mouth shut for a change deciding to kiss her instead.
Salida was quick to kiss him back, tilting her head to the side and
lifting it from the pillow – about all she was capable of doing at the moment
with her arms and legs pinned. But even
as she responded, she fought, as much as she could considering
the circumstances. Their lips tangled
and pulled apart over and over, but she refused to open her mouth until he made
her. It was a small defiance, but one
that gave her satisfaction nonetheless.
“Vixen wants to tease, alright,” Jeffrey murmured, biting at her lower
lip that she refused open. Slowing his
thrusts down dramatically, he moved his head away from her lips and down to her
chest, nipping and kissing at her collarbone before moving lower to lick at one
of her nipples lightly. Not kissing it –
he wasn’t going to give her that much – but not leaving it alone either.
Her satisfaction evaporated. But
if he wanted to play hardball, then she’d play as much as she was able.
and she couldn’t force him to kiss her again . . . but she did have a few
tricks up her sleeve.
It took effort, but Salida managed to still her hips.
as he tormented her breast, she inhaled deeply and purposely contracted her
inner muscles, squeezing down on his length inside her.
hadn’t imagined that it would feel quite like that.
That’s just playing dirty, Jeffrey
thought to himself, unable to express his thoughts into words as she tortured
him again and again.
come before he could stop himself. But
he couldn’t make her stop – he wouldn’t make her stop – so there was nothing he
could do about it. He moaned again
around the nipple he had taken between his teeth, suckling at it hard, before
moving to kiss her breast without thought.
keep control of himself, and Salida with her naughty little trick was pushing
that limit. He moved his kissing to the
side of her neck, kissing her with ferocity, more than likely leaving bruises
in his wake.
Salida was gasping for breath now.
She could tell that her actions were driving her husband over the edge
rather quickly. The only problem was
that it was doing the same to her. Then
she remembered that she’d wanted release all morning and stopped worrying,
simply focusing on keeping up her actions.
Each time it was harder to do than thst, st, and she began to strain to
keep up the motions, trembling and crying out as Jeffrey started slamming into
her. His hands were all over her, his
mouth viciously attacking her neck and shoulders.
You and me fucking both, vixen,
he thought to himself, not able to do anything about it.
he couldn’t care less at the moment. When
he felt her start to quiver as her orgasm started to unleash itself, the last
remaining remnants of his control were dashed and he felt himself come into her
hard enough to hurt as he bit into her shoulder to muffle the moan that tried
to claw its way out of his throat.
Salida moaned as she felt Jeffrey bite her shoulder, his teeth breaking
the skin, but there was nothing she could do about it presently.
their bodies take over, struggling to break free so she could hold on to
him. He seemed to understand what she
wanted, but didn’t give it to her directly, instead
wrapping his arms around her tightly, holding on to her.
the moment, Salida let her mind drift as her body finally stopped convulsing
and afterglow started to take over.
“You don’t like to play fair, do you vixen?” Jeffrey muttered into her
slightly bloodied shoulder once he could speak coherently again.
he said with a short laugh. He leaned
back to look down at her shoulder and frowned.
fault for making me lose control so fucking quickly.”
of blood and saw that he had left a near perfect imprint of both his upper and
lower teeth upon his shoulder. It didn’t
seem to be deep; he hoped to fuck it wasn't deep.
end of it. “Fuck,” he muttered, falling
back on top of her. “Well that was
fucking fun, I must admit.”
“Mmm . . .” Salida purred. “I don’t
suppose you’d like to let me go so I can hold you?”
Jeffrey frowned as he thought about it.
just pulled, but I’m in an agreeable mood, so sure, why the fuck not?” he asked
aloud, stretching an arm lazily up to where her arms were bound and releasing
her wrists. He didn’t have the will nor
the energy to undo her ankles though, so he left them be.
The moment she could, Salida wrapped her arms around Jeffrey, squeezing
tightly. Shifting a bit so she could
tuck her face into his neck, she asked, “Why won’t you let me hear you when you
come?”
Jeffrey paused a moment and thought about it.
and leave it at that,” he instructed a bit forcefully, but then remembered
their conversation on losing control in front of the other.
quivered, but he’d give her this much at least.
feeling agreeable. “Fine.
fucking hear it. You’ll get your chance.
Although you’ll have to fucking remind
me or I’ll muffle myself without thinking about it.
Salida couldn’t help but chuckle at the way he so ungraciously conceded
to her. “Jeffrey,” she murmured, running
a hand through his hair, “you’re acting like I’m asking for your gall bladder
or something. All I’m asking for is . .
.” she trailed off, unsure of why she was asking what she was asking.
control over me, that you’re giving me pleasure.
you’re enjoying yourself. And while
biting me is a very good way to mark me as yours, it is a little uncomfortable
after we’ve settled back down.” She
kissed his neck. “You need reassurance,
and so do I. I love you, and I love
hearing what I can do to and for you.”
Jeffrey prickled slightly at the insistence that he needed reassurance,
and might have said something to the negative, but a voice was screaming inside
of him that it was true. He
should have already had etched in his brain like the wedding ring on his
finger; that she was his. “You know me
too fucking well sometimes, vixen,” he muttered, but he wasn’t upset with her.
one more way of showing that she was his.
I’ll try to be more careful, alright?
She pulled him close. “That’s all
I’m asking. I’d be an idiot to ask for
more.” There were a few minutes of
comfortable silence between the two before Salida decided that the earlier
Jeffrey knew about her deal with Sands, the better.
she wanted to give him time to work through it.
“Jeffrey,” she said softly, pushing his shoulders.
far as to free her ankles. She got up
and slipped on her robe, ignoring the look of curiosity and mild irritation on
her husband’s face. Coming back to sit
on the bed, she took his hand in both of hers.
“Oh fucking hell, I’m not going to like this, am I?”
Best just to say it.
Sands woke up before you did. And I had
to make a deal with him to make him go away.”
“You what?!” Jeffrey yelled at
the top of his lungs. “Oh vixen, please
don’t tell me you made a deal with that fucking bastard,” he moaned, clenching
his eyes shut tight before opening them into suspicious slits.
of a deal did you make with him?” he asked slowly, not daring to imagine.
“Two days,” she offered, afraid to go on.
“What’s in two days?” he asked slowly, his fist clenching around Salida’s
hand.
“I’ll see you again in two days,” she said quietly, looking away from
her husband. himself, but I told him that’d be impossible.
So he settled for two days.”
“There’s no fucking way,” Jeffrey said.
with this, and I sure as hell don’t. So
again, I’m not doing it. Not for a week,
certainly not for two fucking days. Hell,
I don’t even like giving him the hours I do already.”
“Jeffrey,” she protested. “I don’t
want you to be gone for two days either . . . but I think it’s important to
give him that time.” She hunched her
shoulder, anticipating how he would react.
Not that she though he’d hit her – not really – but it was instinctual.
“You’re fucking taking his side?!” Jeffrey yelled, pushing himself
caged tiger. “I don’t fucking believe
this! There is no fucking way I’m
agreeing to this, vixen. And thankfully,
that’s enough. He can’t
sure the fuck not going to. I don’t
fucking care what you promised him. You
should have fucking known better,” he hissed at her.
“Jeffrey . . . I thought you were going to try to get along with
him. And part of that is at least
allowing him the chance to have some private time if he can’t have his own life.
I understood that things were going to have to be this way to some extent.
everyday.” She curled into a ball and
watched him pace. “I
least delay a major confrontation between the two of you.
things get to go on as they have been.
And it’s not like we won’t have any
contact. I made him promise to give me
at least an half an hour each day to talk to you.
does, we can probably push that time to an hour.
have a husband this time next year.” She
looked at her hands. “I live in constant
fear that somehow I’m going to loose you.
And if two days apart every now and then is what it takes to delay that,
then I’m willing to suffer. fight you on this. If you want to tell
Sands that the deal is off, I won’t say anything.”
“Fuck,” Jeffrey muttered, taking a heavy seat upon the bed.
fucking idea, but that her explanation of why he should do it made sense.
asked, sounding resigned. “Wait, I’m an
asshole for asking that. It was fucking
Sands’ idea, I know it was. And I bet
you had to talk him down to two fucking days, am I right?”
“He wanted a week – not that I think he expected to get it.
my fault. I could have waited until you
woke up on your own, but I was . . . impatient.”
face. She doubted it was good.
“How impatient?” Jeffrey asked, his voice turning to ice.
fucking answer, but it had to be asked. And
she must have been pretty fucking impatient if Sands thought he could get away
with making a deal with her.
“I was kissing your knee?” she asked, unsure of how he was going to
respond.
Jeffrey gripped the sheets tightly, his posture going ridged.
“Well, before he woke up, I was kissing your chest, and then I guess I
decided to work my way up, because I was kissing the insides of your knees, and
my hands were t abt above them. But you –
he – was still fully . . . covered, and he interrupted me before I got past
your knees.” Salida could feel her
stomach sinking; she didn’t think this was good.
“He interrupted you,” Jeffrey repeated quietly.
He stopped
moving a muscle. Then, seemingly
completely calm, he stood up, yanked the alarm clock off of
the bedside table and out of the wall outlet, and threw it against the far wall
with a scream of pure fury, about a foot from where Salida was.
down on the bed, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, his fingers
gripping his hair. “You didn’t want to
stop, so you made a deal with him to go away,” he muttered a full minute later,
not looking at her.
Part of Salida was screaming at her to leave, but the other part simply
replied that doing so would simply make him angrier.
to upset him, Salida scooted until she was closer to the edge of the bed.
no intention of shedding blood for him in anything but passion.
“Don’t come fucking near me right now, vixen.
to hurt you, alright?
et
a fucking handle on this,” he said slowly, not looking up at her, his face
still cradled within his hands.
Slowly getting to her feet, Salida crept into the bathroom, locking the
door silently behind her. Sliding down
the door, she huddled on the floor and breathed a few choice curse words as
tears started trailing down her face.
All she’d wanted – all she’d needed
– was to be with her husband. To
reaffirm that he still loved her, and that he still wanted her.
had been – she hadn’t been entirely sure.
And knowing his libido, she hadn’t thought he’d mind.
goes to show just how little I know the man, she thought, any bitterness in
the statement directed towards herself.
She started to feel chilled as she sat on the floor, but she didn’t
bother moving. She simply curled around
herself and let the tears come. That
Jeffrey didn’t want to hurt her gave her some hope . . . but she was still
afraid that she’d just managed to do what her schizophrenia had failed to
do. Drive him away.
only having one part of him.
******************************
I’m a fucking asshole. Jeffrey
cursed to himself. He very much wanted
to push his anger away and go after her, but he wouldn’t.
He hadn’t been lying when he said that he didn’t want to hurt her.
goddamned clock at her rather than
next to her. Very fucking close.
you’ve caused me,” he muttered to himself since Sands was no where to be found
for a change. Is it really so much to ask that he get a few days to himself?
him, playing devil’s advocate.
tear each other to pieces. Isn’t that
what you told her? He
keep up his end of the deal.
don’t do anything for him in return. You
can’t think he’ll just bend over and take it forever.
going to tell you to fuck off. And then
where the fuck will you be? Where will
vixen be? Jeffrey didn’t want to
listen, but it wasn’t exactly easy to drone out voices within your own head.
now, having to deal day in/day out with Sands, but he wasn’t.
her. Stop being fucking stubborn and go
get your wife. She made this fucking
deal for you. She wanted time with you.
walking over to the dresser and grabbing a pair of clean boxers.
but because he was fucking cold. He
walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
Salida took a deep, shuddery breath.
“Just a moment,” she called, cursing the slight tremble in her
voice. Shaking her head, she got a
washcloth and soaked it in cool water, rubbing her eyes with it.
eyes still felt swollen.
Once she was convinced she looked as good as she was going to get, she
walked to the door and unlocked it, opening it slowly to find Jeffrey waiting
on the threshold. She looked at him, at
the unreadable look on his face and the arms crossed over his chest, and left
the door halfway closed. “I’m sorry,”
she whispered, looking at the ground. “I
had no right –”
“No, don’t even start. Come over
and sit down on the bed and just listen.
said gesturing to the bed. Once they had
both seated, he spoke, “You’re right, alright?
it really does – I haven’t been fair to Sands lately.
nothing in return and I fucking know it.
don’t know, and I don’t like it. It
makes me think he’s planning something and that’s not good for any of us.
that’s what I’m doing.an san style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Trying.
work, and I won’t say that a confrontation between us isn’t going to come
someday regardless, but I’ll fucking try.
him, but I will just have to live with it.
any more than you want to see me there. So
there will have to be boundaries set. But
I think he’ll agree with them.” Jeffrey
sighed. “I love you, vixen.
sacrificing things for the person you love.
sacrifices. I don’t like it, but I’ll do
it to keep Sands happy. For our sake.”
almost fearing the answer. “I don’t want
any more fucking animosity between us. I
don’t like fucking fighting with you,” he said under his breath, turning to
look down at the floor.
Her answer didn’t come in words.
She simply worked her way into his lap and sat there, one arm sliding
around his back, the other raising to pull on his head until he rested it on
her chest. Then she sighed, her lips
finding their own resting place against his crown.
quietly. “Perhaps the sane part.
to hurt me. You haven’t yet.
already given him his own warning. But I
agree that more talking will be required on that front.
Jeffrey wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, needing to
touch and be touched. “I don’t
understand how you can still trust me, but I know fucking better than to
question it,” he whispered into her chest.
hurt you if it’s up to me. And since I
seem to be bearing some hard truths at the moment, I don’t think Sands will
either. Hurt you, that is.
both know it. But I’ll talk to him about
it,” he said with a sigh before continuing.
things. That’s just one.
looking forward to it. But it needs to
be done,” he said, squeezing her even tighter.
she forgave him rather than telling him.
face.
Salida simply sat on her husband’s lap, holding him and letting him hold
her. Minutes ticked passed, and she
could feel herself relaxing, and as she did so, she thought over the
morning. And then she remembered
something that made her tense suddenly.
Jeffrey felt her practically jump in his arms, and he raised his head to
look at her, his arms tightening around her.
It was just over two days ago that she’d had her own little
episode. If it was happening again. . .
. “What is it, vixen?”
“It wasn’t Sands,” she said weakly.
“I asked him what he w-wanted in return for . . . for leaving for the rest
of the day. I’d forgotten.”
leave. “It’s my fault,” she
whispered. “All of this.
Jeffrey closed his eyes and sighed, not letting her go.
have found a way to work this deal of his in somehow.
If you hadn’t given it to him, I would
have uventually. Of that, you can be
certain. He’s more patient than I amnd and as slippery as a weasel. Don’t blame
yourself, vixen. I fucking don’t, so
there’s no point.”
“Okay,” she whispered. Wiggling,
she managed to position herself so her head was tucked under his chin.
something else?” The hands stroking his
back left him little doubt what ‘something else’ was.
“Oh, I very much want to do something else.
making my fucking head hurt,” he said, closing his eyes and enjoying her touch,
his own hands moving to echo hers on her own back.
She nodded, completely understanding.
One hand left his back to pull him down for a gentle kiss, and it
stayed, cupping his cheek in her warm palm as their lips played.
“Mmm,” Jeffrey purred against her lips.
he asked with a wicked smirk.
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” she murmured back, lifting her head to
kiss him again. “Right after we have a
make-up session of necking.”
“I suppose that can be arranged,” Jeffrey said, leaning down to kiss her
neck gently, not wanting to bruise as he had before.
bitten, still feeling a hint of remorse for his actions.
“Don’t,” she whispered, seemingly knowing that he was avoiding her
shoulder. “I really don’t care.
as it’s because I’ve driven you out of your mind with passion.
even then I’m not sure.” Before he could
protest, she kissed him again. He didn’t
like the thought of hurting her purposely, but she knew that if he ever did,
that she would most likely not blame him.
She supposed it was part of not being ‘conventionally sane,’ but it was
the way she felt. She wouldn’t be happy,
but she’d probably forgive him in time.
To distract herself from these thoughts, Salida deepened the kiss,
twisting around until she was straddling Jeffrey’s lap, and pushing him down on
the bed. She liked being able to control
their actions, and would until he decided he’d had enough of laying
under her.
Jeffrey was content to let her have her way for the moment,
only because he knew she liked it. He
was still feeling a bit like a prick for his earlier actions and he decided to
let her have a bit of fun for a change.
long – his personality and love of control wouldn’t let him – but he’d give her
a few minutes at least.
He reached up to entwine his fingers into her hair, reveling in the
length and texture. If she never cut her
long hair it would be too soon for him. He
smiled around the kiss they shared and took great pleasure in the sensation of
their tongues vying for dominance between their mouths.
Salida knew she was running on borrowed time, and made the most of
it. There was no way of knowing how he
would respond to anything – if she went too fast, he might get aroused quickly
and take away her playtime. If she went
too slow, he might get impatient and take
control. So she decided just to do what
her body told her, and it told her to kiss him hard and deeply.
their own accord as her knees squeezed his ribs.
move it as he wanted to deepen or pull back on their kiss.
liked feeling the gentle tugs on the roots.
As Jeffrey bit down lightly on her tongue, she moaned, and her devious
fingers started teasing his small nipples, pinching them lightly before pulling
and rolling them. Then her palms smoothed
over his chest to his arms, her nails digging into his skin, kneading in the
same way a cat kneads a pillow before sleeping.
At the feeling of Salida digging her nails into his skin, Jeffrey hissed
slowly at the contact, but didn’t do a thing to stop her or regain control.
moment and moving toward aroused in a lazy pace.
other to her back, running it up and down what he could reach in this position
in slow strokes, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin under his fingertips.
as he apparently did until he had met her.
could bring him to arousal with a well timed kiss like no one he had ever met
before or cared to meet now that he had found her.
mouth. It was somewhat fascinating how
easily the phrase found its way to his lips.
of the word, but she was showing him.
“Mmm . . .” she hummed. She never
grew tired of hearing that. And she
never grew tired of saying it back. “Love
you,” she whispered, moving her lips down his jaw to his neck.
loved how it felt on her skin as he turned his head to kiss her back.
sensation was rough. Just like the man
under her. Rough, but ultimately gentle
towards her.
Her hands continued their exploration, even though every inch of skin on
his body was well known to her by this time.
Scooting down his body a bit until her softened center rested over his
hardening body, she let her lips follow, breezing over his chest before making
a more thorough claim on him. As her
mouth worked, her hands slipped to his sides, running up and down his ribs in
long, slow, firm caresses.
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Jeffrey moaned a little, arching up to her touch.
was giving him. Moving was the furthest
thing from his mind at the moment. As
long as she kept doing what she was doing, nothing else mattered.
Salida couldn’t help the smile that came to her face at the sound of his
moan. She knew he could feel it against
his skin, so she raised her head to look into his dark eyes.
whispered. She slipped her lower body
down even further, rubbing over him lazily.
“I love hearing your voice, period.
It’s so sexy. Dark, and warm, and
full of naughty language that makes me want to do very naughty things.”
“Oh at this point, just tell me what you want to hear and I’ll say it,
vixen. I don’t know exactly what you’ve
done to me, but I think this is the most relaxed I’ve ever felt before.
hard-on you’re giving me right now,” he muttered with a smirk.
“Well, can’t have you too relaxed,” she murmured back, an evil grin on
her face. “I’m sure it’d be criminal to
waste such . . . talent.” Salida could
feel her breath speeding up as Jeffrey responded to her.
said, “Tell me what it really felt like to pop my cherry.
could teach me, but I know you well enough by now to know there had to be more
to it than that.” Her hands were busily
stripping off her open robe and his boxers.
He let her remove his boxers without complaint before speaking.
a little fucking incredible, I must say.
alone. Every,” he moved his hands to her
sides and breasts, caressing the sensitive flesh he found there, “bit of you.
period. I don’t know how else to explain
it than that.”
She smiled. “You don’t think that’s
a bit hypocritical?” The look of dismay
on his face only pushed her to continue, a wicked smile on her lips.
with before I came along? And I’m not
counting the ones Sands slept with – those are his business.
honestly enjoying this. “And by the way,
what you say won’t have any effect on what we’re doing now, because I know that
I’m the only one who’s lived to fuck
you more than once. So spill it, lover.”
“Some questions are better left unanswered, vixen,” he warned.
I’ve fucked up until you. Unless you
count the women Sands has fucked too. . .” he trailed off, actually seeming to
consider the number. Just when she
thought he was about to answer, he grabbed her hips firmly and reversed their
positions on the bed so that she was the one underneath him.
he said, leaning down to take one of the nipples he had been caressing into his
mouth. “It’s my turn.”
“Now who’s cheating?” she asked, deciding she’d made her point.
and you decide to screw me. Not that I’m
complaining, mind you.” Her words were
broken by gasps as her body readily responded to his touch.
hands led too, and it craved release as much as her mind did.
holding his head to her chest. “They’ve
all given up even the semblance of resistance to you.
invading forces.” She didn’t know where
this stuff was coming from, but she couldn’t put a leash on her mouth either.
“Well, that’s fine, vixen. Just
as long as you don’t try to put up a fight as I . . . breech your defenses,” he
said with a smirk, looking up at her over her chest.
breast, and gave it the same attention he had its mate, his hands moving to
caress her sides and hips as he kneeled in-between her legs, his hardening arousal
pressing against her stomach. “But I
suppose having you fight me might be fun too, up to a point,” he said,
punctuating his words with a playful nip on her breast.
her unless he couldn’t otherwise help it.
“Nope,” she said, tossing her head.
“I’m surrendering to the raiding forces, willing and ready to be
violently sacked.” She planted her feet
on the mattress and started begging for him with her hips.
treasury.” At another point in time she
might have blushed at the metaphors she was using, but now she really couldn’t
care less.
“Well, I guess with willingness like that I can hardly do
otherwise. Especially when your
treasury’s wide open like that; completely undefended.
smirk, leaning back to kiss her breast while moving his left hand slowly
between Salida’s legs and lower, enjoying the wetness he found there.
but he wasn’t done playing yet. He
slipped a single finger deep inside of her as far as it would go, positioning
his hand so he could thumb her clit as he did so. He frowned slightly as he was
forced to reposition himself at her side, straddling her left leg, or c his his
own hand in the process of giving her the pleasure she sought.
“Mmm . . . Jeffrey,” she
breathed, moving into his touch. “I’m
glad you were my first,” she admitted. “I
don’t think . . . other men would be nearly so . . . willing to deviate. . . .”
her voice trailed off as she focused on building her pleasure.
Always need you. And not just for
this.” As she moved against him, she
could feel her leg pressing into his arousal.
“Well that’s fucking good, because I’m not going anywhere,” he said with
a half-smile, refusing to think about the bet that had been made and the fact
that he would be going somewhere very
soon. “And I’m more than willing to . .
. deviate for you, vixen,” he said
with a smirk, speeding up his hands movement’s slightly before kissing her chin
softly and then moving to her neck and shoulder, kissing as he went.
her, leaving feather-light kisses in apology, but he didn’t let the guilt of it
hinder his movements any longer as his kisses grew in pace with his hand in an
attempt to bring her ever closer to her breaking point.
She could feel herself approaching the edge.
wanted it on her terms. “Stop,” she
gasped. “Please, I want to come around
you. Oh please.”
“As my lady vixen wishes,” Jeffrey said with a smirk, pulling his hand
out from her slightly and raising it to his lips where he sucked it clean.
positioned himself to enter her. He did
so without too much hesitation, although he did go as slow as he could manage
for both their pleasure. Once he had
filled her completely, he launched into a quick rhythm, no longer interested in
taking things slow, or even being gentle for that matter, as he thrust inside
her. “I’ll never get fucking tired of
this, vixen. Never get tired of you.
he moaned as her hands found their way to his back and pulled at him as he
thrust into her.
Salida came relatively quickly, crying out under her husband as he never
even slowed for her. His actions simply
launched her higher, her arousal building again as soon as she came back to
earth. Each time he entered her, she
could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, could feel her body welcoming
him. Wng hng him to feel the same, she
latched her lips onto the pulse point on his neck, suckling furiously, her
teeth nipping at him as he drove her towards climax again.
to scream this time.
Jeffrey moaned at the sensations she was giving to him, forcing himself
to remember her words earlier and that she liked to hear him express his
pleasure. And by God, if that’s what she
fucking wanted and was willing to bring him to that pleasure, he was more than
willing to let a few moans slip past his defenses.
thrust into her was almost too much to take as his thrusts increased in
intensity. When he felt her climax come
– heard her scream in his ear and her inner muscles pull at him relentlessly – he
didn’t bother holding out any longer, and followed her into a shared climax
that had them both senseless with passion.
Salida groaned, and rolled them both, so they were lying on their sides
with their arms around each other. “I
should put something on,” she murmured. “I’m
ready to sleep again.”
“No, don’t. Stay,” Jeffrey
murmured, holding her down on the bed. “If
Sands wakes up first he should know fucking better to try anything.
“I don’t want to cause any fights,” she murmured, snuggling closer.
“Don’t fucking worry about it. It’s
natural for the two of us to fight. If
it’s not one fucking thing, it’s the other,” he said, reaching to pull the
sheet up and over their bodies and then wrapping his arms around her again and
holding her close. “Just rest for a
little while, vixen. I’m not going
anywhere,” he said softly, closing his eyes and tilting his head down so that
his forehead rested on the top of her head.
“Mmm . . .” her voice trailed off as she fell deeply
asleep. Her hot breath moved over
his skin as she relaxed, trusting him to stay with her and to be waiting when
she woke up.
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Salida woke an hour or so later,
alone in the bed, but a thorough search of the room revealed Jeffrey standing
by the window, looking out. He didn’t
look happy. “What’s wrong, love?” she
“Sands wants to make a fucking appearance,” he grumbled.
if he’s going to fucking hijack our body tomorrow?”
Salida sighed, wrapping the sheets around her.
adventure.” She started to get up, but
then sat back down. “Would you prefer I
stay or go?” she asked delicately. “I
wouldn’t want to be a distraction or anything.”
“You’re always a distraction, vixen.
as well. But if you want to get dressed
first, I’ll tell Sands to fucking wait.”
“Ok,” she sighed, not really wanting to do any such thing, but deciding
it would be best for all involved.
Slipping her robe back on, she put on a pair of baggy pajama pants, and
called that good enough. Sitting back on
the bed, she picked up her brush and starting working tangles out of her
hair. “I’m ready whenever you are,
lover.”
Jeffrey sighed and spoke up. “Alright,
show yourself, you bastard,” he muttered, and immediately his posture changed
and Sands was staring back at her but it was Jeffrey who spoke.
“I assume sunrise told you about our bargain?” he asked slowly, shooting
a glance in Salida’s direction.
Salida nodded slowly, still working on her hair.
“She did. And I fucking agreed.
sternly.
“I assumed as much. Like what?”
Sands asked, beginning to pace back and forth across the room slowly.
“Number one, I don’t want to fucking end up in jail, and I’m sure as
hell vixen doesn’t want to have to deal with that either.
get caught.”
“Number two, you will give vixen and I an hour together both days.
Sands looked to her as if to make an appeal, and she merely
shrugged. He nodded, having expected as
such. “Fine.
well as addressing Jeffrey.
“Use protection,” she grinned. “Or
at least common sense. I don’t want a
fucking STD or somethispanspan style='mso-spacerun:yes'> So high-class
hookers only, Sands.” The smirk on her
face was evil.
“Oh fuck you, sunrise. Not
everyone is as lucky to find someone a. . . . charming as you are to warm their beds every night,” Sands said
with a smirk, but there wasn’t any real animosity in his tone.
you do, so no trouble there,” he said, making a face of disgust.
“If that’s all, then leave. You’ll have your day tomorrow and the day
after. Today’s mine,” Jeffrey said
between slightly clenched teeth.
“Alright, alright. I’m fucking
going. Have fun doing whatever the fuck
you two do all day without the pleasure of my company,” he said with a wink,
and then he was gone.
Salida looked at Jeffrey. “What
senseless?”
rey rey cocked his head slightly to the left in thought.
smirk.
She sighed, and threw herself backwards on the bed.
lovely body slamming into me, but there’s got to be more to us than that, doesn’t
there?”
“I suppose you’re right, vixen. Well
fine then. What would you like to do
today? Anything you want.
other senseless’ afterwards,” he said with a smirk.
She made a face, trying to think of something they could do together
outside the room.
“I do not want to do anymore
apartment shopping right now, vixen. I’m
fucking tired of that for the moment. Beyond
that, I don’t fucking care.”
She bit back the comment that she didn’t particularly care either,
knowing that would guarantee that they never leave the apartment.
she said. “There’s a lot of things I’ve
never done. Surely we can find one that
interests us both.”
Jeffrey shrugged. “Sounds like a
plan. dressed, unless you want me to go like this, that is,” he said with a smirk,
looking down at his bare chest and boxers.
“That depends. Do you want people
to see me in this?” With her arms spread
wide, she demonstrated just how easy it was to see that she wasn’t wearing
anything under the robe, other than pants.
“Not fucking funny, vixen. Of
course I don’t. You’re mine.
dressed. It’s not quite warm enough out
to go dressed like this. And it would be
pretty fucking stupid to make all those rules to prevent Sands from getting me
arrested and then going out and getting nicked for public indecency, now wouldn’t
it?” he asked with a smirk, moving to the dresser before he hesitated.
partir yor you’d like me to wear? I’m
giving you the choice if you fucking want it.”
“Those black jeans that show off your ass,” she replied promptly.
pulling out a bag. “And I bought this
for you the other day. I thought you
might like it.”
Jeffrey pulled on the pair of pants she had wanted before taking the bag
from her hands with a suspicious glance.
he asked with a smile. “Although, I must
admit I like the pajama pants,” he muttered to himself before pulling a white
bundle of cloth out of the bag and holding it up so he could read what was on
it. “Oh, ha-ha vixen.
with a big arrow, pointing not to the side like he had seen before, but
downward. “I bet you think you’re pretty
funny. Although . . . it’s not entirely
untrue,” he said with a laugh, pulling the shirt on over his head without
hesitation and then posing to model it for her.
“Like you’d give me a run for my money in the ‘stupid’ department,” she
cooed, fanning herself with a mocking hand.
“I’ve got to admit though, that I like you in the pants without a
shirt. But so be it.
favor and help me pick out an outfit, would you?”
“Would you be entirely surprised if I said as long as it was tight and
red I’d be happy?” he asked with a wink.
“No. But I’d be surprised if I
have anything that matches that description and is still clean . . . or intact.”
of what she had recently washed, and came up with a disappointing array of
clothing. “The only red things that I’ve
got clean are lingerie. But I need to
wear more than that.”
Jeffrey sighed dramatically. “I
suppose you better wear something else then.
clothes you own. I don’t really pay much
fucking attention to them, honestly. I
much prefer you wearing nothing at all,” he said with a wink.
something blue. I don’t care what it is,
but I like the fucking way it brings out the color of your eyes.”
Salida looked at him, surprised and touched by the free admission, and
turned to her drawers. “I suppose I
could find something,” she muttered, rifling through the dresser.
capris, and a powder blue peasant-style shirt.
Grabbing them – and the fiery red lingerie – she retreated to the
bathroom, immerging five minutes later, dressed, half her hair pulled back in a
braid and the rest flowing free, and large silver hoop earring hanging from her
lobes. She mimicked Jeffrey’s turn as a
fashion model, and spun, letting him take in her outfit from all sides.
“Not nearly enough, too much clothes,” Jeffrey muttered, leaning over to
nibble on one of her pierced earrings and playing with the hoop before wrapping
an arm around her waist and moving to stand beside her. “Let’s fucking go then.
fun today.”