“So tell me,” I whispered, letting my lips brush against his ear almost imperceptibly, “why have you brought me here?” I looked around in gesture. The darkness hung heavy between the trees.
We had only met a few hours earlier and already he was marked as unpredictable, maybe even dangerous. For me this could only be encouraging.
Some friends and I had made arrangements to meet at a local coffee house, as was our usual Friday night routine. The group of us, composed of young women, dominated a table at the back of the establishment. We, as always, were animated in the expression of our various opinions on politics, poetry and of course sex.
I saw him as we were leaving. I noticed that he had been sitting quite close all evening and likely heard everything we had said. I smiled at him knowingly, considering the education he must have received. He nodded back at me, his eyes penetrating, his gaze more like a possessive grip than a casual recognition. As I continued past him, my peripheral vision caught a badly abused and dog-eared copy of the Marquis de Sade’s Justine, lying in front of him on the table.
My friends and I continued our conversation outdoors in the parking lot, until one by one they had excused themselves to go study or sleep. I refused all offers to be driven home. Feeling overheated, I decided to walk. Fall had come early this year and the air had taken on a threatening bite, but to me it seemed perfect.
It didn’t take me long to realize I was being followed. The heavy footsteps seemed to creep up my spine. I spun around to find my brooding, coffee house voyeur standing close behind me. I said nothing and only stared at him accusingly.
“I’m sorry if I startled you. I wasn’t sure how to get your attention and you were walking so quickly…” I detected a thin accent, Italian, or maybe Castilian?
“What do you want?” I asked, affecting a level of caution. The street was well lit and the traffic heavy. I wasn’t at all worried for my safety. Maybe I should have been. “Can I walk you home? I assume your going home.”
“You didn’t answer my question, what do you want?” I watched the facade crumble and he glowered at me from under long dark lashes.
No longer holding on to his mask of tempered politeness, he smiled, more of a grimace really. He rammed his fists into his coat pockets, and sighed noisily. “I’d like to talk to you. You and your friends seem very liberal in voicing your ideas. I suppose, I just wanted to hear more.”
“Is that all?” I asked, trying to restrict the level of excitement in my voice.
“That’s all,” he replied, his manner cemented. It seemed he held his breath.
We stood staring at each other for a long moment. There was about him a tremor of sexuality, animal at the core but cloaked in a stoic guise. His physical presence was somewhat overwhelming. He stood a foot over me, broad shoulders a horizontal plane looming high above. His eyes, large and expressive, contained a lurid contempt partnered with profound intelligence. His long wavy hair was pulled back severely. I found him utterly irresistible. I should have been leery. He exuded menace, undeniably.
“Would you like to continue on home? I would be glad to walk you. Or would you like to go… somewhere else?”
I smiled at his suggestion. “What did you have in mind?”
“Nothing really, maybe we could just drive.”
I hesitated, but not for long. Something in this man’s nature lured me past my reason and I found myself longing for his companionship.
We walked together back to the parking lot to retrieve his car. It looked expensive and was of a dark color. Opening the passenger door, he ushered me in.
We drove in relative silence through crowded streets. Occasionally, he would glance down at me and smile, asking if I was “too cold” or “too warm”, “radio or no radio.” Normally this absence of conversation would have crippled me, forcing me to initiate something that would ease the tension. Surprisingly, it felt natural to let this man drive, allowing me to watch the street lights reflected in the windshield.
After a while we strayed from the city, perusing the outskirts and eventually taking to highways and byways. With a quick gesture that startled me, he reached between us for the cellular phone resting in its cradle. He dialed and waited. Then in a low voice, “Hello…no, not yet…your patient, I’m glad… sorry… soon.”
A girlfriend? A wife maybe? I didn’t ask but was more than a little disappointed. So it would be just one night, only this and no more. I guess I could live with that. At least he hadn’t tried to hide it.
I don’t remember how long we drove. I think I might have dozed a bit. I looked up when he brought the car to a stop and killed the engine, leaving the lights on, blaring into the dense underbrush. I was about to ask where we were when he got out of the car, came around to my side and opened the door. Pulling my coat closed around me, I shivered.
“You’re cold. Come here.” He spoke with a quiet authority that left no room for my resistance. I stepped from the car, my eyes straining to see him in the dark.
He brushed against me. I could smell his heat, the salt of his skin. Electrified by the contact with this stranger, I could sense something dangerous emanating under his heavy, woolen coat. I turned to face him.
I opened my mouth to speak, hoping to draw him out. I didn’t have the chance. He breached the distance between us, swiftly closing around me with his arms, bending so that I could feel his breath on my cheek. His sudden intimacy drowned out all my thoughts and I leaned into him.
“So tell me,” I whispered, letting my lips brush against his ear almost imperceptibly, “why have you brought me here?”
“I love this place. I wanted you to see it.”
“See it?” I laughed against his cheek. “It’s so dark, I can barely see you.”
“No?” he pushed me back gently and moved to the driver’s side door, reached inside and killed the lights. My breath caught in my throat. A chill ran through me. I felt utterly helpless outside his embrace, shut off from the light. When he returned he reached for me, turning me at the last moment so that I faced out into the night.
“The moon is full, your eyes will adjust.”
We stood for a time, enjoying each other. After a while he spoke again, cautiously meting out his words.
“I’d like to play a game with you.” He nuzzled against my hair. I was silent. The implication instilled a slow but steady dread in me. Still, I had to know what lived in the workings of this man’s mind. My curiosity piqued. I asked, “what kind of game?”
He came around to stand in front of me, capturing my attention. He reached around my head to tangle a fist in my hair. Ever so slowly, he lifted my face and bent to me, hovering a long while, letting his breath caress my lips and eyelids. He descended then, his mouth firm and coercing. I parted my lips and allowed for the length of his tongue to find it’s home between them. I returned his enthusiasm, sucking on his full bottom lip. He allowed me to tease him only a little before he again demanded submission. So deft was his kiss, so swift to elicit a response, I could feel my panties becoming immediately saturated with my own liquid silk.
He withdrew a little and spoke. “It’s simple really, like the game you used to play when you were a kid. You run and hide. I’ll see if I can catch you. If I can’t, well then, you win. If I can, you’ll still win.” Just as he had predicted, my eyes had adjusted. I could see him grinning at me in the darkness.
“What makes you think I can out run you?” I asked in doubt.
He kissed me again. “I have a feeling you’ll prove an interesting opponent.”
“And what if I get lost? I don’t even know your name if I need to call it out.”
“It’s Angel.”
“Really?”
“Yes really, now how about it? If your frightened we can forget the idea and I’ll just drive you home.”
With the way I was aching for him, that seemed a cruel threat. Gingerly, and against my better judgment, I nodded, accepting his challenge.
“Good!” he smiled with pleased anticipation, “I’ll give you a head start,” he pressed me to him, speaking softly into my ear, pausing now and again to place a gentle kiss on my neck. “I’ll turn the headlights on again. Walk straight from the car and try to keep it in vision at all times.” He stopped. “Your really O.K. with this? Don’t feel you have to.”
In answer I turned to walk into the trees.
“Hey,” he grabbed for the sleeve of my coat, “before you go, don’t you think I should know your name in case I need to tell the police who they’re searching for.”
“Oh, thank you for the encouragement.” I scowled at him but with no malice.
He laughed, a heavy guttural thing that broke the silence of the clearing, but it cheered me some.
I actually loved this game as a kid and was quite good at it, understanding the need for stealth and patience. I was always willing to hide where the other kids feared to look. Being willing to go the extra mile had always paid off. I was never found.
“My name is Sara.”
“Sara,” he whispered. He pulled me to him for one last consuming kiss and then pushed me on my way.
I walked to the front of the car. Swallowing hard, I tried to forget the cold and the darkness. I startled as the headlights ignited behind me. My shadow was thrown askance, looking deformed in the garish light. I had no idea where I was, or what I was doing. Despite this, I told myself to run! Just run.
I traveled a safe distance from the car, keeping my eyes on the terrain. I looked for natural markers, trusting them more than the position of the headlights. They were undependable after all, being in his control.
I slowed to a walk, not wanting the sound of crunching leaves to give my position away. I chose several quick places to hide in the event that he wandered too close. My heart beat wildly in my chest. I stopped and listened for him. Nothing. I continued on carefully.
I was now out past the safety of the headlights, which had been my intention all along. Using my instincts and newfound knowledge of this place, I hoped my nerve would pay off yet again. I was breaking the rules a little, but he had all the advantages. I was just evening the odds.
Moonlight filtered down through the trees and hung in pools. I avoided these, keeping to the shadows. Even in the darkness I could see why he loved this place. It was so like him, wild and lush.
A breeze stirred the dead leaves on the ground and a night bird sang out somewhere high above me. I was cautioned by the sudden movement and stilled myself behind the trunk of a giant oak. As the breeze died, my senses regained themselves. I was instilled with a newfound prowess, primal in my awareness. I thrilled at the chase, even as it terrified me. I felt like a young doe fleeing the sharp fanged predator, head down, breathing shallow and rhythmic. My nerves, a web of cognition, extended past my body.
Despite the intensity of my focus I found myself haunted to distraction by the memory of him. It nested on my lips and crept inside the slippery cleft between my legs. I needed to be found as much as I needed to elude him.
I heard motion off to the right of me and a shadowy figure emerged out of the darkness. Still, he was very far off and most likely hadn’t seen me. I hunkered down, hugging my knees, watching intently until he was out of sight. I then crept on all fours, in the direction exactly opposite of his trajectory. When I felt safe, I stood and ran as fast as I could, securing for myself some distance. I stopped to catch my breath, scanning the woods for movement, and to gain my bearings. He was unpredictable out of sight, I knew. I should have stayed close to him, relying on my smaller size and speed to avoid his net. I wasn’t about to underestimate him though. Better to play it safe.
Another gust and chaos erupted all around me. The trees bent and swayed in a macabre dance. Then a more concentrated rustling came directly behind me. I held my breath and turned in time to see him leap for me. I gave an alarmed cry and bolted. How in hell did he get there!? With my heart in my throat, I ran, jumping over fallen trees and tripping down inclines. I could hear him at my heels. It’s over, I thought, he’s so much faster than I am. He reached out and caught the back of my coat. I spun out of control. He brought me down with ease and was on me in an instant. Pinioned under his full weight, I couldn’t catch my breath. He laughed in my ear and lapped at the skin on my neck before shoving his velvet tongue into the recesses of my mouth.
Once I was used to the idea of defeat, it didn’t seem so bad, after all, I won either way, right? I imagined those demanding lips opening all my flesh, tasting me, licking and sucking at my swollen mound that now throbbed beneath him. I struggled weakly. My emotions having mutinied, I fought only to free myself of his weight.
“Are you giving up that easily? You were doing so well. I’m enjoying myself immensely.” The timber of his voice was heady and it cajoled me into action. Mustering all my strength, I pushed at him and surprisingly he toppled. I ran full boar, the wind whipping at my hair and stinging my face. I didn’t know if I could endure this teasing. I was cold, my feet hurt and I knew I had lost my bearings in my flight.
He was behind me again but not as close this time. I picked up speed, reaching out for trees and using them to catapult me around obstacles. I was doing it! I could barely hear him now and there was no way he could reach me before I had found a safe place to hide. Confidence regained, I stifled the urge to giggle uncontrollably. With a serpentine grace, I shot through shrubs, over noisy brooks and under low hanging branches. I turned, just for a moment to look for any sign of him. Not a sound. Nothing.
Then, my momentum stopped dead. I thought I had run into a tree, the force of it caused my head to reel. I was falling, my knees giving out, but the sensation of a powerful grip urged me back to consciousness and when I realized my predicament, it was too late. A hand came over my mouth to stifle the imminent scream that woke there.
I stared into the unflinching eyes of a tall, blonde stranger. His icy gaze held a stern resolve and something else, exaltation. His grip was suffocating. I struggled against him in a full panic. He pressed his mouth against my ear, “Shh, you’ll be fine. Calm down. She’s here!” he shouted out. I twisted to see another stranger approach, followed by Angel, stepping casually out of the brush.
Fighting tears of apprehension, I glared at Angel with an accusatory brilliance. His demeanor still inviting, he smiled and reached out to smooth my hair, pulling it away from my face.
“Do you have it?” he asked the fair one, still holding the heat of my eyes, meeting the challenge in them.
“Yes,” he answered, handing Angel something I couldn’t recognize, at first. Dark leather and steel studs glinted in the poor light.
“Open please. It’s only for a while, then we’ll remove it.” He approached me slowly holding the gag up to my face. I could see a small, round ball affixed to the mouth piece, designed to insure silence. I shook my head fervently. The game had changed and I didn’t want to play.
He must have sensed my fear and changed his tone to one of even calm, like the tone one would use with a child. “No one will hurt you. That’s not the intention. I know that you have little reason to, but you must trust me. The gag is only a precaution. It must be used and it will be worn only briefly. Do you understand?”
I closed my eyes and struggled for breath, grimly aware of the absence of alternatives. Despite the danger of the situation, I began to recall Angel’s fingers heating my cool skin, drawing on my lips until I could think of nothing else. These thoughts muffled my anxiety and I found myself giving in, surprised by my lack of caution. I had consented internally but how could I bring myself to utter compliance. I felt shame, anger, fear, but dusting all this emotion was a profound thrill that pulled at my stomach, spread to my womb and the length of my legs. He was after all, irresistible.
Keeping my eyes shut tight, I opened my mouth only a little and the ball was inserted. It was firm against my tongue and teeth, a shock of bitter realism in this otherwise dream like event. The straps were brought behind my head and fastened tightly. Powerful hands forced my arms behind me and something cold was wrapped around my wrists.
They led me through the forest and at times carried me for what seemed like an eternity. I could see warm, fluttering light through the trees just before we came upon a small cottage.
Upon entering the cottage, as had been promised, the gag was removed and my hands freed. Of course, I had to agree to remain civil. My coat was taken from my shoulders and placed on a tall wooden stand near the entrance. Angel remained at the door as I was ushered in. He produced a large cord from around his neck, on which hung a small silver key. He locked the door and slipped the cord back over his head.
The cottage appeared clean and sturdy despite its obvious age. It consisted of one large room, as far as I could tell. Rough hewn, wooden rafters intersected high above were shadows clung. A few pieces of furniture occupied the room; a couple of soft looking arm chairs covered in an austere Damask, a small, ornately carved dining table had been pushed against one wall, its chairs stacked haphazardly in one corner, a thin bed, under an elegantly embroidered coverlet was placed on the opposing wall. I stood on a worn Oriental rug, where several exquisite looking pillows had been scattered. They were of varying size and shape, some fringed and tasseled, all in rich shades. I watched the fire leap and twist in the brick hearth. The inviting blaze ravaged the kindling. Tiny contained explosions sent the occasional spark spiraling up the chimney, out into the night sky.
“She’s cold, let her sit by the fire,” Angel shot over his shoulder.
“I’ll stand thank you.” I spoke quietly, hoping I hadn’t breached the civility clause.
The shorter of the three handed me a large glass filled with an aromatic red wine. “If standing will make you more comfortable,” he smiled with genuine affection.
“Drink it. It’ll help,” the Nordic blonde leered at me from across the room, perched on the table top. His muscular arms were folded forbiddingly across his chest.
I took a sip. It felt so good, I took another, then a gulp. Hot and herbaceous, the wine burned its way home to my stomach. “That’s enough. Thank you.” I handed the glass back to the one in front of me and he finished it himself.
“Maybe more later, hmm?” I noticed his accent was similar to Angel’s.
Angel came to stand behind me, reaching around to hold me by the waist. I didn’t move, though I desperately wanted to. I couldn’t shake the desire that remained even after the fear and uncertainty came to roost. I watched the other two with a shaken uneasiness, fairly sure what they wanted, but with only a vague idea of their methods.
“Now for introductions,” Angel commenced, pointing to his tall fair skinned accomplice. “Sara, this is Ian.”
“Nice to meet you Sara,” Ian nodded. His features were chiseled and striking in their Germanic fierceness. His eyes were hard and carried the sharp intensity of a bird of prey.
Angel pointed me in the direction of the one still holding the empty wine glass. “This is Marco, we’ve been friends since childhood,” he voiced proudly.
Marco was shorter and leaner than the other two but still possessed an imposing stature. His face smooth and dark, he had eyes full of humor and black hair to his shoulders. There was to him a fresh vitality, almost boyish. He said nothing, but smiled lazily.
Angel spoke with the same quiet authority that we all seemed to recognize and accept. “Let me explain to you what this meeting is about and why, so there is no question of our intent. The more you know the less you will fear. That is my belief.” He paused and looked around, apparently for interjection, there was none.
“In bringing you here we’ve taken a great risk. We choose our partners based on what little we know of them, through observation and limited contact, as well as our instincts about their nature.” he maintained his embrace and continued. “We hope they will react with interest, opening to the pleasures that we can provide. Under no circumstance is anyone forced to do anything against their will.”
I felt relief at hearing this, but then remembering how easy it had been for Angel to twist my will, the relief was somewhat diminished.
“On a rare occasion we have been met with a less than enthusiastic reaction. At that point we have been forced to release that guest, before we’ve had a chance to convince them of the value of the experience. Then, of course we are left to fear that some recourse may be taken to disband our unique hunting party. We have learned that taking every precaution can prevent a messy misunderstanding. That is why we use this remote location and the equipment required to restrain and silence you.”
Remembering the means used to secure me, I took quick stock of the cottage looking for more of the intimidating apparatus. I could see nothing.
“Do you understand so far?” Angel asked, bringing my thoughts back to him.
I watched the other two for some expression that could help me better interpret what was being said. They only listened with patience, keeping their eyes keenly on me. “Yes,” I sputtered. “I think so.”
“Good. It is very important you understand that you are here as our guest, to receive and give pleasure, never pain, unless…that is to your liking.” He glanced at the others and they nodded in amused agreement.
He continued his briefing, speaking directly into my ear so I could feel his lips stroke its tender shell. I ached for him, wishing I could turn and silence his dissertation with my mouth. “I don’t expect you to feel comfortable immediately. I’m asking only for the opportunity to persuade you. What I’ve seen of you this evening Sara, leads me to believe that you are more than worthy of our attention; courageous, independent and beautiful, all qualities we admire.”
I blushed despite my best attempts to suppress it. This seemed to please them. Their smiles widened. Angel tightened his grip.
“More wine now?” Marco smiled.
“Yes please.” My mouth was dry and I needed some kind of distraction, hoping to stall in any way I could. I also desperately needed the wine’s anesthetic quality. Marco walked to a sideboard against the far wall. My eyes were drawn to his movement, his solid grace, every gesture calculated as he poured wine from a faceted decanter into a clean glass. He came to me with the glass and stood waiting for me to drink. I decided to forgo the sipping and gulped half before lowering it.
“Finish it,” Marco urged, lifting my hand, and I drained it. Now flushed and warm, I took a deep breath and handed the glass back.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much.”
His grin impish, he reached out to take a leaf from my tangled hair.
Angel released me and walked across the room, sinking down in the overstuffed arm chair closest to the mantle.
I stood a singular vision of feminine vulnerability, my arms hugging my chest, knees doughy. My anticipation was palpable.
I starred at Angel. He ran a lean hand through his wavy hair, pulling it free from a leather cord. It sprang forward to frame his face. He crossed his legs at the ankles, reaching out just as Marco handed him a glass of wine, all the while not taken his eyes from my form.
“Your kisses were sweet Sara, and I long for them still. But I would like to share that which I have so enjoyed with the others.”
I blinked in confusion, knowing this was the beginning of something profoundly foreign, something uniquely perilous that I could in no way prepare myself for. I held my breath waiting for the edict.
“I would like you to share those kisses with Ian now and I’m sure you will be well rewarded.” He gestured to where Ian sat, still balancing squarely on the table top. I turned slowly to gauge Ian’s reaction. He was no longer smiling. His eyes glittered in the firelight, watching to see what I would initiate.
My boldness having abandoned me long ago in the forest, I was riveted, unable to reason. Sensing my hesitation he uncrossed his arms and held them out to me. I gulped and walked to him, frozen with fear.
Stopping just short of him, I stared at his generous mouth. I couldn’t meet his eyes for fear I would panic if I had to stare into their stark opulence.
His arms came around me not in a claiming embrace, only a steadying one. “Sara,” his voice was tender, fluid.
I looked up without thinking and was lost, gripped by the urgent curiosity that played itself out on his face.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked letting his eyes sweep over me in appreciation. Then, holding my face between his palms he lowered himself, his lips pursed and parted. I closed my eyes for the impact.
The press of him was tender but with a subdued strength. He pushed his tongue between my lips to gain entrance. The silken dance of it in my mouth sent electric tremors down my spine. I relinquished myself to him, forgetting all my apprehension. There was only this mouth, this heat. Boldly, I took the full length of his tongue, sucking rhythmically as though it were the more intimate of organs. His breath quickened, his grip on me tightened. I pulled away long enough to catch his bottom lip in my teeth. Letting go, I extended my tongue to let in run visibly over the exterior of his lips and between them.
He slipped from the table in one graceful motion and stood towering over me. I guess I had expected him to leap on me and was surprised when he took my hand and led me back toward Angel. He stood behind me holding my shoulders and gestured for Marco to join us. We were positioned strategically so that Angel had a vantage point from where he sat. I glanced at him for direction. He seemed proud of my efforts and he nodded his approval.
“Very nice. I’m eager for you to show me more.”
“Another challenge?” I retorted, feeling somewhat renewed.
“Ah, but there is so much left undiscovered Sara, and Marco is waiting.”
I turned in Ian’s grip and watched as Marco stepped forward. He brought a hand up to touch my cheek with his palm and let his thumb trace the moisture on my lips. At his touch an internal cord unwound, leaving me unsupported. I started to tremble and could feel myself slacken against Ian.
“Ian is adept, isn’t he.” Marco’s eyes became dark and guarded, they had lost their humor.
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. I felt Ian shift behind me and murmur his gratitude.
“Yes,” Marco continued, “we all have our own unique talents.”
He moved his hand behind my head and brought it forward until my lips touched his. My stomach knotted at the thought of this fresh intimacy. Closing my eyes, I gave myself over to it. His kiss was raw force and craving, his tongue an organ of power that demanded immediate yielding. I felt a swoon and leaned against him.
Ian stepped forward pressing me between them. The sensation was delicious. The crush of their firm male anatomy was more than I could bear and a low moan escaped me. Ian gyrated, his engorged cock digging into the small of my back. Ignoring my weak protest, he reached around to the front of my shirt and started to deftly unfasten the buttons there. He let the shirt fall to my feet and then held my arms tightly to my sides, my shoulders pressed back, my breasts jutted in invitation behind a sheer bra.
Marco only looked on, his eyes narrowed with hunger. “Our pretty package still wears too much wrapping, Ian.”
Ian had been caressing the length of my neck and shoulders letting his hands fall to the cleft between my breasts. With Marco’s comment, the remainder of my outer clothing fell away under his fingertips.
Now I stood barely covered against them, in the last of my modest underclothing that represented the last of my resolve.
Both Ian and Marco became distracted when Angel stood and came forward, his desire tangibly depicted on his face. The ferocity of it speared me. I fought the urge to back away from him. Before he closed the distance between us, he removed his shirt in one swift movement, then flattened his smooth, naked chest against mine.
“You blossom under their attention,” he smiled. “I’d like to taste you to verify my suspicion.” His kiss was more demanding than it had been hours ago, more possessive. I knew he had been rekindled by my performance. This familiar embrace brought a copious saturation of my panties that threatened to spill over and run down my thighs.
Each minute brought me closer to abandon. The scent of male arousal was heavy and became intoxicating. I could feel fingers working the hooks of my bra and Angel stepped away in time to watch it fall. My breasts adjusted to their own naturalness, nipples taught, aching. I knew it was useless to resist them at this point and it seemed ridiculous to even think of it.
Ian arranged a few cushions on the floor and urged me to sit. I complied, eager for more of their ministering, feeling cold and exposed without the warmth of their hands. Angel took the position behind me and pulled me back into him. Marco and Ian rested next to me, one on either side.
“Are you feeling more at ease?” Angel asked into my ear.
“Ease…doesn’t describe it.” To clarify, I took his hand, and in a brazen gesture brought it down to my cleft, still covered by drenched panties. At the contact of his fingers with my slippery nectar he moaned and the others grinned in excited recognition.
“I think you have impressed us all Sara, with your enthusiasm,” Angel muttered, as he kissed my neck and caressed my bare arms. Marco let his fingers drift over the planes of my thighs as Ian bent his fair head to capture a tender nipple between his lips. They were all around me, finding my desire and catalyzing it.
Angel pulled my chin to the side, so I could see his face. “My question is, to state it more clearly, would you like to continue?”
Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back on his shoulder. “Don’t make me beg.” I arched my back against him, driven to distraction by the contact of a moist tongue through the thin material of my panties.
Angel laughed at my appeal. “No my beauty, not yet.”
Ian rose and started to remove his clothing, slowly, piece by piece. I watched him, enthralled. His skin glimmered in the dancing firelight. He caught me starring. I tried to hide my embarrassment but it seemed to excite him to know that I watched.
Marco nuzzled at my thighs urging my legs apart, sliding his tongue over my covered slit, lapping up the moisture through the thin fabric.
Breathlessly, I continued to watch Ian while Angel whispered encouragement, “he’s very pretty isn’t he? Such skin, and the way his hair falls into his eyes when he bends. Do you like him?”
I couldn’t answer, I could only watch.
Ian removed his pants last, his long cock springing out of them eagerly. He was a vision, lean and yet defined. His every movement emanated control. He reclaimed his position at my side and bent to me for a long kiss. I reached for him, sliding my hands down his smooth belly to grasp his velvety shaft. He exhaled violently. “Let me feel your mouth on me,” he spoke, still holding his lips to mine.
It thrilled me to hear the beseeching in his voice. I rose, still clinging to him as he sat back on his knees. I tasted the flesh of his neck, inhaling his scent. Nipping here and sucking there, I stopped to listen to the pounding of his heartbeat before snatching a nipple with my teeth. He held his breath waiting for me to meander my way to his more sensitive regions.
I pushed his knees far apart and he leaned back, his arms stretched out behind him for added support. I let my hair sweep over his swollen member, and pressed it to my cheek, breathing in its pungent perfume. Reaching beneath him, I stroked his heavy ball sack, gently squeezing the sensitive nuggets inside. His hips undulated in small circles, providing himself with the friction I was withholding.
I could feel the others caressing my back and the tender flesh of my thighs. Hands came up to hold my hair away from my face so that Ian could enjoy the sight of me appreciating his cock. I kissed the shaft, then dipped to press his cool testicles to my lips. I could feel him vibrating beneath me, moans and sighs becoming his new language. Extending my tongue, as he watched, I lapped at the scrotum, and carefully sucked a lobe into my mouth, and then the other.
This gorgeous cock had cast a spell on me. I was drunk with the power I held over this man’s desire. I needed to wield this power for my full satisfaction. Reluctantly, I lifted myself until we faced each other, still both on our knees. His eyes hung heavy with disappointment. I pulled his head to me, searching for his tongue, receiving the validation of his need through this kiss. I nuzzled his face with my chin and cheeks. I had to hear him ask for it. I could accept nothing less.
“Can I put it in my mouth?” I purred.
“I ache for your mouth,” he whispered.
“And can I swirl my tongue over the head, before I try to swallow the length of it?”
Ian’s breath escaped him but he didn’t answer. He continued to subtly undulate against me. The others had fallen back and when they returned again, I realized they had both silently removed their clothing. I turned to smile at Marco who was sitting at my right, his hand resting on my back. I pulled him to me and sucked on his lips, vying for the attention of his tongue. He kissed me deeply. I reached for his erect member, pulling on it gently, so the skin could slip over the turgid head, pushing out a tiny dew drop.
Pulling away from Marco, I looked at him evenly. “I think that Ian would like me to suck his cock. Should I?” I kept my voice reticent.
Marco smiled at my wickedness. “Would you enjoy his cock in your mouth?” he asked. By the mirth in his eyes, I knew that he fully understood the gist of my game.
“Very much…only I’m not sure it’s what he want’s. Will you ask him for me? Ask him if he wants to watch himself slip into my mouth.”
Marco and Ian looked at each other their eyes glittering with amusement. Marco spoke through a catlike grin. “Ian, Sara would like to know if she might suck your cock for you. She would like to hear you ask for her talents.”
Though I couldn’t see Angel, I could hear him chuckle under his breath with a distinct level of pride. His hands were buried deep in my hair, gently tugging.
I was sure that Ian was enjoying my jest, but his eyes bore into me with a hawk like intensity. “Please Sara,” his serious expression softened somewhat. He watched my lips as he spoke. “I want nothing more at this moment, than to watch you pull on my cock with your mouth, let me see your lips stretched around it. May I?” Nothing in his face represented supplication, but I had heard what I had needed to.
“Of course,” I whispered against his lips.
I lingered for only a moment at the burgeoned head, circling it with my tongue then immediately sank down on the shaft. His body went rigid. Letting his head fall back, he grunted his enjoyment. I suckled him with rhythmic strokes, sucking hard on the uptake and letting my lips squeeze him on the way down. The result seemed powerful. After only a few strokes, a flush appeared on his milky skin and he began to quiver violently. I pushed him to the back of my throat slowly, once, twice and a third time before pulling off. Reaching for his kiss, I shared with him the traces of his fluid.
“That’s enough I think. I don’t want to spoil your appetite.”
“Impossible,” he boasted, but I knew he was willing to be patient.
Immediately I was pulled back and down by strong arms, to lie on firm cushions. Angel hovered over me, his mane of thick hair hanging in my face. He arranged the cushions behind me elevating my torso, allowing me to watch Marco, who sat between my parted legs. Marco smiled up at me, a smile full of promise. He pulled at the seems of my panties, until they came apart in his hands with a loud rending sound. My excitement surged at the force of his strength.
“Now it is your turn dear Sara. Marco is skilled. You will be begging for fulfillment in no time,” Ian growled in my ear, before bending to suck at my nipple, squeezing the base of my breast, forcing the bud up to meet his lips. My breath caught in my throat.
I hadn’t considered the repercussions of my challenge; that they too would be skilled in the game of restraint. I should have known better than to think I could win a game they so often played.
I watched Marco with marked anticipation, fearing my own weakness, knowing I had never been able to resist a man’s tongue there. At first touch of tongue to clitoris I would grovel for mercy. I saw that Ian could intuit my apprehension and yearned for my submission.
Angel kissed me tenderly cooing assurance. “Before you leave here, you will know satisfaction like never before. Don’t worry.”
“I anticipate experiencing you fully before you leave my sight. We will all know satisfaction,” Ian interjected.
I felt shadowed by his bravado and watching these men silently concur, I was overcome by a passionate vulnerability.
Skillfully they stroked the length of my body. All my intimate flesh invoked, their hands were deliciously rough on my bare skin. I watched as Marco caressed the dark fur at my opening with the back of his hand. Settling himself comfortably, he began to separate my vulva’s outer lips, smiling at the tender petals he found inside. My breathing stifled. I reached for Angel and Ian, gripping them in a silent plea. They pitilessly worked the flesh of my neck and breasts, rising intermittently to claim passionate kisses.
With two fingers Marco flanked my swollen bud, pushing the surrounding skin up over it and down again. I bucked at them all, not knowing if I could withstand this blissful torture. They attempted to quiet me, murmuring words of gentle comfort and pushing me against the floor with the weight of their bodies. They did not however stop their hands and mouths from attempting to urge me over the brink.
Marco continued his maddening, slow manipulation of my clit and inner lips. Bringing moisture from my open portal with an adroit finger, he circled the knot until I was close to breaking over him.
“Tell him what you need Sara,” Ian pinned me under his cool gaze.
“Yes,” Angel added, “no less than you asked of Ian. Let him know how you enjoy his gift.”
Marco paused and glanced up at me, resting his chin carefully on my pubis. He applied a gentle pressure, moving slightly back and forth so that it pulled at the tight skin around my clit. He waited, a bastion of patience, for my response.
I couldn’t find the words to utter my frustration. I grew impatient. Looking to avoid their intent focus, I closed my eyes, turned my head to one side, and tried to calm myself.
Ian interrupted my search for solace. “Oh Sara, there is no escaping this. Answer to your need. Tell him what you want.”
“I…I want to come.” My words were barely audible, spoken into Ian’s chest.
“Look at me Sara,” Marco insisted.
I was reluctant to meet his eyes. Sighing, I brought my head back to center and looked at him. His eyes, so languorous and full of appreciation, how could I deny him anything?
“Tell me.”
“I want to come,” I said, this time with more conviction.
He smiled at me with that boyish magnetism. “Of course you do beautiful, but how would you like that to happen?”
I groaned my protest. I didn’t want to talk anymore. But I understood this little reprimand for my boldness earlier and I hoped that my cooperation might draw leniency. I gathered my wits and spoke. “I want you to make me come, with your tongue.” Spelling it out, I hoped they would require nothing more of me.
“Like this?” Marco asked full of impudent satisfaction. He brought down his moistened tongue, making contact with my exposed flesh. I arched, a cry escaping me. With his tongue flattened, he propelled my passion without friction. I wouldn’t last much longer, their combined efforts unerring in their effectiveness.
“Ask for it,” Angel whispered, “and you can have some relief.”
I could utter but one word “PLEASE!”
His mouth became forceful, his tongue flicking in strong circular patterns and then side to side. My tension built unbearably. I threw my back. He seemed to know when I was too close and pulled back, given his applications to other sensitive areas. Occasionally, he would blow on my burning slit until I vibrated in front of him. He ran a moistened finger around my opening, now inundated with my juices as well as his saliva, and let a finger slip down, caressing the pucker of my anus. “I would enjoy pleasing you with my fingers but the first penetration you will experience, will be that of a stiff cock. Trust me, it’s much better that way.”
Yes, a cock, I thought to myself. I would not endure this alone. I reached for Angel, who I knew had yet to feel the heat of my mouth.
“I want you in my mouth…please…I have to share this.”
“I would like that very much, but this is your gift. After you are spent then you will be at our mercy.”
It was too late anyway. The sound of Angel’s voice, Ian’s suckling on my aching nipples and Marco’s deft tongue had brought me past safety. I heard my cry echo off the cabin walls. My body shook violently and a sweat broke on my forehead and chest. The exquisite sensation spread from my loins to my thighs and burned its way to my extremities. I was dying, I knew it.
Bearing down, it swept over me and lingered for long moments before dissipating. Tears streamed from my eyes and I gulped out tiny sobs. Overcome with discomfort and exhaustion, even the movement of the air burned over my racked flesh. How could I bear this again? I knew there would be more, hours yet of this glorious agony. I was terrified that I hadn’t the strength.
“Shh…it will pass.” Marco consoled.
The others held me tight, uttering quiet praise. Ian kissed my closed eyelids and wiped away the tears. Angel excused himself and came back with a cool glass of water, he lifted me and helped me to drink.
I held my knees to my chest, rocking gently back and forth. Over-stimulated, overwrought, I had to get out of here, as irrational as it seemed. Panic urged me to my feet.
I stood quickly, pulling myself free of Ian’s grip. I crossed my arms over my naked breasts, feeling a shame that had been absent until now. I looked around for my clothes, expecting them to be strewn across the floor and was surprised to see them laid out neatly on the narrow bed.
“Come here Sara,” Angel rose and followed me cautiously as he spoke. “You just need a quiet moment to rest, then you’ll be fine.” He held out his arms for me. I shook my head and picked up my clothing.
Seeing my opposition, the other two also started forward. I felt a cold foreboding as they approached. The sight of them naked, descending, all still erect and unsatisfied, was breathtaking. My heart quickened in my chest. I suddenly wanted to torment them, to see them struggle for me, watching the sinew twist so sublimely under their skin. Filled with daring, a spark ignited between my legs and my stomach lurched with excitement. I was not ready to lie down for them again, just yet.
I bounded onto the bed, trying to put some distance between us, my clothing still in the grip of my hand. My action signaled alarm. I watched in awe as they fanned out, all of them poised to spring. They appeared animal, predatory. I shrieked with mirth, trying to stifle giggles. Standing on the bed, I lurched for the head of it hoping to throw them off, then I propelled myself in the opposite direction. Angel swung out as I jumped from the bed to the floor. His reach was too long. He caught me easily around the waist. He held me to him with one arm, my back pressed to his chest as I faced Marco and Ian, my feet not touching the ground.
Angel laughed. “You are spirited aren’t you. Where did you think you could go?” He pulled the clothes from my fist and threw them back on the bed. I kept my eyes lowered but couldn’t help smiling despite my best attempts. The others stood so close, I could hear them breathing heavily with exertion and smell their masculine scent.
Finally, I looked up trying to measure their demeanor. Marco’s playful eyes were etched with thin laugh lines, his lips thick and upturned at the corners. Ian’s brooding grimace was severe, yet tender. They held a remote assurance and seemed not to be disturbed by my behavior, rather, they seemed amused by it.
“Maybe she needs a little discipline. What do you think Angel?” Ian spoke with gentle admonishment, his hair tousled. It created an inviting frame around his eyes.
“No!” my eyes widened. “Please, I’m sorry,” I squeezed through a stifled laugh, my apology not very convincing.
Marco smirked, jumping into the fray. “Yes, I think we’ll have to start all over again to ensure you’re enthusiasm.” He reached out and snatched my erect nipple, giving it a hard twist, “pretty tease.” I flinched and blushed violently.
“I doubt that will be necessary,” Angel interjected. “Lets’ see.” He hoisted me onto the table. The surface pressed my buttocks up, rounding my hips and forcing my legs to part slightly. Angel parted them further and pushed a finger between my nether lips. He found it slippery and ready for him. Sighing, he pulled me to him for a kiss. His long tongue grappled with mine until I had to fight for breath. I was feverish for him, mysterious, dangerous, Angel. I could resist him no longer, nor any of them for that matter.
“Your succulent. I was right.”
The others fell back. Leaving me with Angel. He noticed their gesture at the same time I did. They both rested, one in each of the large chairs. Angel looked at me, grinning.
“What’s happening” I asked with real curiosity.
“It’s a term of the hunt. I brought you, I’ll be your first.”
“That’s a bit primeval isn’t it?”
“Yes, maybe,” he laughed, flashing perfect white teeth. He pulled my hips to the edge of the table and positioned his cock at my entrance, resting the head on my inner petals. Hoping to hasten his penetration, I lifted my hips toward him. With no ceremony, he gained entrance in one stroke, encompassed to the hilt. It stole my breath and I knew an intense color had come to my face. I battled against the force of it, the size of it. I squirmed against him, pushing at his chest. It was almost painful, deliciously so. I could feel his cock twitching at the entrance of my womb. I squeezed at him, sucking at his length, as would a hungry mouth.
Catching him off guard, he forced his breath out through his teeth. He pulled me to him, his tongue sweeping my mouth. “You feel so good. I’ve been waiting for this moment all evening,” he breathed in my ear.
Then he began to withdraw slightly, only to plunge his way back in, forcing me open. With a greedy rhythm, we rocked back and forth on the hard table top. My arms came around his neck and he rested his head on my shoulder. I could see the others, watching, tugging on themselves, waiting for their opportunity.
I was surprised when he lifted me from the table, still encompassed by my heat. With one hand under my buttocks, he carried me effortlessly to the floor. We settled down on the cushions and he pulled me underneath him.
Looking up at him filled me with a powerful satisfaction. His head rolled to one side, pressing against his shoulder. His eyes were closed, long dark lashes resting on his cheeks. With his arms on either side of me, he supported his hip thrusts, urging his shaft deep between my wet, feminine lips. His mouth opened to issue strangled grunts. After a time he looked down at me, his eyes hooded and expectant.
The silver key swung like a pendulum from the cord around his neck, mocking my circumstance. He noticed where my attention was focused and grinned, as if asking if my freedom was of any interest to me at this point. In answer, I pulled him to me by the cord and plunged my tongue deep into his mouth.
He sat up on his knees, freeing his hands. Reaching down to cup my breasts, he squeezed a nipple between two fingers. The sensation was delectable. One hand trailed downward, searching out the center of my pleasure. Manipulating it, he pushed me that much further to my goal. The pulse began again, that beacon of pleasure that started at the tender spot under Angel’s fingers and radiated outward. “I’m going to come.” I warned, feeling a bit sheepish at my lack of control. I rattled beneath him, crying out in blissful torture.
Shattered by his artful touch, I peaked, then ebbed back again. Opening my eyes, I saw triumph bold on his face. It lasted only a moment before he was shaken by his own fierce explosion. Before I could recover my breath, Angel withdrew, his face reddened and moist with perspiration. We watched as his come shot from his cock, spilling in jeweled droplets on my stomach. His lips extended in concentration.
When he had regained composure, he rubbed his cream into my stomach in wide circles. I smiled, full of satisfaction to have brought him such pleasure. He bent to me and crooned words of appreciation into my mouth. After some indeterminable period of rest, he sat back, seeming to take stock, his demeanor enigmatic.
Marco and Ian had come to sit next to me playing idly with my hair and breasts, letting their fingers dip into the moistened crevice where Angel had just been. I sat up and reached for them, my eyes closed. There was one mouth, then another, both distinctive, both luscious.
Angel lifted himself to his feet and with a sigh, sank into a chair, where he sat glowering at me. “Come here,” he commanded. The others released me and I rose, walking to him with only a little hesitation.
He pulled me to him so that I stood between his spread legs, my knees butting up against the seat of the chair. Lifting one leg, he placed my foot on the arm of his chair so that I was bent at the knee and falling open. My mound was splayed wide, exposed to him. Angel smoothed the hair at my entrance and explored the flesh inside. Leaning forward, he pulled my hips to him so that he could taste my cravings. I was slightly sore, but his tongue soothed the burning and replaced it with a fierce need.
“Always so responsive. I love that about you,” he smiled to himself, not looking up for an instant. “Are you capable of more Sara? You have been so very gracious but can you trust even further?”
I smiled in response, twisting my fingers through his thick hair.
“Now, go show Marco how I’ve prepared you for him.” Angel released me.
I approached Marco, not sure what to do. He lay on his back starring up at me, his eyes both gentle and remote. His black hair fanned out away from his face, it lay like a halo on the pillow. He reached for me. I started to bend, wanting to lie on him and feel his length beneath me.
He gestured in the negative with a quick shake of his head. “No. Remain standing and straddle me.”
I did as he asked, confused but curious. He pulled on my legs so that I had to shuffle upwards toward his face. He stopped me when he felt he could reach me more easily. Then, he began to caress my calves and the insides of my thighs.
Ian came to stand behind me, I could feel him investigating the curve of my buttocks, squeezing tenderly, then parting the cheeks and allowing his fingers to slip into the crevice. He brought his finger down to the bud of my anus and pried at the tender flesh. A long moan escaped me as his fingers continued forward to slip expertly into my drenched furrow.
Just as I had grown accustomed to his touch he stopped, leaving me feeling empty. He pressed his hips to my back, so that I could feel how pleased he was with me. His appetite was clear in the rigidity of his member. Holding me around the waist with one arm, he leaned over to bring his hand around the front where I throbbed for him. His fingers once again found their mark, stroking the knot that protruded there. I admired the fleecy golden hair on his arms, amazed at their strength and skill. I extended my pelvis towards his fingers, feeling as though I would burst.
Marco placed his hands behind his head in a calm repose and watched Ian work my clitoris, I being helplessly exposed to his gaze in this position.
Angel starred fixedly, from his chair. He seemed content for the moment to pleasure himself with a capable fist. I knew it wouldn’t last, his face having grown dark with a libidinous rage.
“Now, sit down on Marco, take him to the very base, take him in one swift motion.” Ian’s breath came hot on the nape of my neck.
Marco held the shaft so that it pointed upward, ready for me to impale myself. I kneeled, bringing myself down until I could feel the tip of him nudging at the entrance. Then, reaching down, I held my lips open with two fingers and guided his cock deep into my recess. I did as Ian had instructed and slid down until I felt that Marco had hit my natural barrier. To feel him so deep inside was bliss, but he kept his hands on my hips, not allowing any movement until he himself required it. I began to squirm hoping to signal him of my need. He only smiled at me with detached amusement.
After a time he lifted me slightly and I began a rhythm, using my thighs to ease up and down on him. I looked directly into his eyes, hoping his pleasure would be reflected there. He seemed contented to gaze at me, watching my breasts bounce as I plunged onto him.
I leaned forward to balance my weight more evenly on my hands as well as my knees. My hair hanging in Marco’s face, all faded but this wonderful piston-like force. Burying my head into his shoulder, I tensed for the final release but was terribly disappointed when he stilled my hips. He held me in place, not allowing me to move. “No, not yet. I have something more in mind.”
“Something…more?” I looked at him incredulously.
Hands behind me began to stroke the swell of my buttocks and a new pressure asserted itself at the pucker of my exposed anus. In a flash I knew what the “more” meant. I tried to raise myself, knowing that my current position was one of extreme vulnerability. Marco anticipated my reaction and quickly brought his arms around me, preventing movement of any kind.
“Wait! I don’t think I can.” I grew uneasy.
“Of course you can, that part of the body is very pliant. It will only take some patience. Once you’ve grown accustomed to it, there is much pleasure to be derived.” Marco assured.
“Relax into it Sara, concentrate on releasing your tension. I will go very slowly.” Ian sounded full of concern but I knew he couldn’t be dissuaded.
I found myself worried about my ability to accommodate him and despite my desire to relax, I found myself constricting involuntarily. He continued to circle my anal bud with the tip of his moistened sex, urging himself gently inward.
“Ah, no Sara you’re squeezing. The trick is to bear down, as though you’re trying to push me out. I promise, I won’t hurt you.” He sounded so sympathetic, speaking quietly, trying to reassure me.
It seemed an eternity. Ian would push until he could feel me resist him, then he would hold very still while Marco distracted me with kisses. His lips were agile and pulled from me all the passion that I felt. When Marco was sure that I wouldn’t bolt, he released me to lift myself a bit. Angel left his chair and walked to us. He watched for some time, before reaching under my belly to stroke my clitoris.
They coaxed me with kind words and caresses. All of them, working towards a common goal. They labored for the attainment of some great transcendental ecstasy, and I, an unwitting and expectant recipient, had to trust them completely. I smiled at the irony of my only control being in my complete submission.
Breaking out into a sweat, my hair pressed to my face, I concentrated on the gradual intrusion. I opened myself to Ian’s thick member, until he announced that it was done.
“Hold very still. We’ll wait a while. You’re doing fine.”
“Just rest Sara. You’ll see, it can be truly amazing.” Angel whispered as he smoothed my hair from my face wiping away the perspiration. I let my head drop onto Marco’s and looked into his smiling eyes. I tried to be still but couldn’t stop an occasional convulsive twitch, that would squeeze them both, ringing from them little surprised gasps.
“Are you all right Sara?” Ian asked.
“Yes, I think.”
With that Ian began to withdraw slowly and then push back into my depths. I was breathless, stretched beyond comprehension and shocked at my ability to house them both with no pain, only this tremendous expansion. With this subtle rhythm, I became aware that both Ian and Marco were experiencing something quit unusual. They both seemed intent and focused.
Marco’s eyes remained closed, his breath shallow, coming in little puffs. “God! Sara, you are so sweet,” he sang out.
I began to share their passion. So full of their male flesh, every inch stimulated in a unique and forbidden way. I came to understand their sentiments, gaining my own fevered awareness.
Angel looked on. The room swallowed me, I was lost to it all. It would happen again, I could see that now, the familiar build, that electric buzz that signaled my eminent orgasm. Shuttering, I started to lose control, rebelling against their constricting embrace. It took all their strength to hold me, but hold me they did.
“Damn! Keep her still. I’m too close, she’s going to send me over” Ian growled.
Marco pulled me to him tightly. My pleasure mounted and I knew I would soon peak. Angel knew it too and withheld his touch. I shook with miserable frustration compounded by the fierce prodding I was receiving from the others.
“Soon beautiful, but not yet,” Angel chided and before I knew it he left my side to come around and kneel before me, his member fat in his hand. He pushed the head of his erection to my lips, I was glad to see him fully recovered so soon. It took no urging. I opened my mouth to him. Ian’s thrusts propelled me onto Angels cock, I had only to open and suck.
“Do you like it? Are the other’s cocks as sweet as mine?” I would have loved to answer but I knew I wasn’t expected to. He swept the hair away from my face and continued to test me. “If you could only see yourself Sara, so beautiful in your subjugation.” But we both knew that if I was slave, then I was also master.
All their attentions were focused on opening my every portal. They seemed in no hurry to finish and stroked my most sensitive areas with an ardent commitment. Concentration became very difficult. I stopped sucking, finding it hard to even breath.
Angel’s voice soothed and grounded me. “Let me see you take it all, show me how talented you are.”
Resuming, I tried to indulge him with the little control I had, drawing on his length and using my tongue creatively to spur him on, though I suspected that my performance was secondary to his desire to stir me with his verbalization.
Before long Marco started to tense and heave. I knew he was coming. Their excitement seemed to build simultaneously, one’s passions contingent on anothers’. Soon Ian gave a cry and swore under his breath, my signal that he had succumb. His hips snapped and he shoved forward in uneven jerks.
Angel shot between strokes, his hands on the sides of my head to steady his thrusts. “Drink it Sara, all of it,” it was barely audible through his puffs, his tone imploring, rather than aggressive.
I obeyed and swallowed hard. It slipped down my throat with all it’s biting saltiness. A few more strokes, then he fell backward, breathing heavily. Tendrils of hair had matted to his face and neck. Still gasping for breath, he came back to my side. “Now you Sara.”
Though they were spent, Marco and Ian remained within me, becoming the servants of my desire. They continued to thrust. I was amazed at their continued stiffness.
Angel brought my passion to attention with his fingers. His voice perched on the lip of my ear calling my need. “Oh, Sara. You are exquisite when you come. The most beautiful expression lives on your face in that moment, so luminous. I’ve seen it so many times tonight. Show me again. I want to remember you that way.”
I groaned at the power of his words. The culmination of their special efforts washed over me, forcing me to one peak and then another. The pressure, then giving way, then delightful suction, drove me up and up, until I was over the plateau. I squeezed them both inadvertently with the power of my orgasm. Coming copiously, I hummed my rapture into Marco’s mouth, as he brought it up to capture my whimpers before they were screams.
Part IV Catch and Release
I sank onto Marco not able to support the weight any longer and Ian slumped over me. We remained locked in each other, the sound of our labored breathing made me smile. I felt only profound gratification and complete lethargy.
We all lay stroking each other tenderly, not speaking, until they slipped from me, one and then another. Ian excused himself and returned with the opened bottle of wine. It was passed to me. I refused it, too tired to lift myself.
I dozed, stirring only once to hear them talking softly, with that low male vibration that can be so comforting. I opened my eyes to see them all seated facing the fire, still magnificently naked. I couldn’t hear them very well, just snippets of male fancy and an occasional innocuous chuckle. A thick blanket had been laid across me, I pulled it up to my neck, closing my eyes again.
I was urged awake gently, in time to see a black silk scarf come down over my eyes. I tensed, fearful of their intentions.
“It’s all right Sara, don’t be frightened. It’s time to go.”
“Go?” I asked trying to disguise my disappointment.
“Yes, it’s late. We want to get you back before dawn and it’s a long drive.” I could distinguish their individual voices well now. That familiarity burned me in the face of its imminent conclusion.
I was dressed in a quick and thorough fashion, each doing his part to make me presentable. I was then assisted into my coat and carried out into the cool air. I wanted to speak, to ask so many of the questions that nagged at me, to tell them that I wasn’t ready. But in the end, I could only nestle into the warmth of this man’s chest.
I played a game with myself, trying to guess who held me. Was it whimsical Marco? Or was it Ian with his reserved ferocity? Maybe it was Angel? My Angel, captor and lover. I found it didn’t matter. I cherished them all.
The drive was uneventful. No one spoke. When the car halted, I was struck by a sense of foreboding like none I had ever experience before. I waited for the blind fold to be lifted. Instead, I was taken from the car in the same helpless manner that I had entered it. I was carried a short distance and then set firmly on my feet.
They moved around me. I sensed a change, a shift in mood or something more subtle. I didn’t know.
Ian’s voice penetrated me, as well as his sex ever had, so deep that I resonated with it. “I have enjoyed your company Sara, very much.” He lifted my chin and lingered at my lips, delivering a long kiss that seemed to convey some secret emotion, something that couldn’t be articulated. It spoke of passion and longing, and of appetite never quelled.
Then another transition and the voice of Marco. “Good-bye sweet Sara, you will be missed.” His kiss was firm and warm in the cool, early morning air. “Don’t forget us,” he teased. I imagined his eyes sleepy and playful. I snorted, the idea of forgetting them suddenly comical.
It seemed they moved away from me. The air wrapped around my legs and spidered in my hair. Then I heard Angel’s voice as calm and authoritative as always. “Thank you Sara, for being so, how should I say it? Understanding. I will be haunted by images of you for a long time to come.” Then he leaned in to whisper into my ear, I could smell his scent and inhaled deeply. “I’m finding it harder to leave you than I would have liked. Your charm is to blame.”
Then lips were on mine in a final kiss that lasted an all to brief moment. It contained all the passion I had come to expect from him. All that I had been taught to receive and make flourish.
I heard the jingle of keys and felt their weight pressed into my palm. He closed my fingers around them.
“I’ll never see you again will I, any of you?” I managed to squeak out, trying hard to hold back tears.
I heard nothing for a long moment except for the din of the early morning traffic. Then, “I don’t know Sara. Maybe. When you least expect it.”
A car door shut and tires skidded on the gravel.
Standing perfectly still, I was afraid to move, afraid I’d disturb the dream. I reached up to remove the scarf. They had at least left me with this little memento.
I stood shocked, in total disbelief, watching the traffic speed past my house in the pale light. How did they know where I…? I smiled to myself full of new wisdom. I had been gifted a unique and esoteric self knowledge. With the heat of them still clinging to me, I unlocked the door and went inside.
The End
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