Squinting, I see him picking up a woman and throwing her over his shoulder. He walks her toward the tree line, and I find myself following them. I stop when they do, making sure to stay far enough away where they can’t see me through the heavily wooded area.
He drops her to her feet, and she throws her blond hair over her shoulder, looking up at him. He tosses back his drink before dropping the now empty cup to the ground. “On your knees.” Tyson orders her. “Legs tucked underneath you.”
My lips pucker, sucking on my straw, making myself more comfortable and leaning against a tree.
She does as she’s told, kicking off her heels first and then dropping to her knees in her mini dress, her ass sitting on the heels of her feet. She’s got cat ears on top of her head—her nose is pink painted on the end and black whiskers are on her cheeks with her black eye shadow and thick liner, completing the cat look.
Tyson reaches down and unfastens his belt, he rips it from the beltloops, and I take another drink, staring like a peeping tom. Kneeling in front of her, he slides the leather belt underneath her shins and the ground, bringing it around her legs on top of her thighs, pulling it tightly, making her whimper.
I can see her skin pulling from here. Pressing on her shoulders he pushes her back into the skinny tree he’s got her kneeling in front of. He stands and grabs a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.
I suck on my straw some more, the burn no longer even bothering me. I’ve lost count on how many I’ve had since we arrived.
“Left arm.” He demands and she lifts it to him without question. He wraps the cuff around her wrists tightening it to the point it makes her cry out. Her chest rising and falling quickly. Holding it up, he walks behind her, pulling it behind the skinny tree. “Other one.” he snaps his fingers, and she lifts it as well behind herself. Tyson fastens that one, cuffing them above her head and behind the tree. The position has her body pulled tight, chest pushing out, her heavy breathing can be heard from where I stand.
He walks back around in front of her and kneels, running his knuckles down her face. She leans into it, her lips parting and her tongue darts out before he pushes two fingers into her mouth. She gags, her chest heaving before he pulls them out and slaps her across the face, making her whimper.
My pussy pulses and I take another drink. I should go …
“Open.” He commands and she parts her lips again for him. “Good girl.” He praises her and I swallow, my thighs clenching. Shoving two fingers into her mouth again, he slowly runs them over her tongue that she sticks out for him.
Taking another drink, it slurps, and I freeze, hoping that they didn’t hear that. The way he’s finger-fucking her mouth and she’s gagging; I’d say that they didn’t hear a thing. “Keep your mouth open.” He orders, pulling them out and standing. He unzips his jeans.
Nope!I turn around to run inside, but hit a wall, making me yelp.
“Shh,” A hand goes to my hair and gently pulls my head up to look in a set of green eyes.
It’s Ryat. Fuck! “I …”
“Shh,” He whispers, his eyes looking up and over my head and I know he can see what I was watching. “You want to watch them?” He asks, his eyes lowering back down to mine.
I shake my head but can’t make myself say the words. My numb lips refusing to lie right now.
He pulls away from me and spins me around with his hands on my shoulders. I see the girl still kneeling and cuffed with Tyson standing in front of her, a black combat boot on either side of her restrained legs. He has one hand in her hair, forcing the ears to hang off the side, while the other grips the base of his cock that is in her open mouth.
“Ryat …” I whisper.
“It’s okay.” His deep voice assures me before I feel him lowering his lips to my ear. “I don’t care if you watch them. I care if someone watches me fuck you.”
Swallowing, I feel his hand reach around and slowly pull up my dress. His fingers going between my legs, pulling my underwear to the side.
“Watch him fuck her mouth, Blake while I play with your cunt.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
RYAT
IWAS WONDERING where the fuck my wife went. It didn’t take me long to find her outside. I watched her follow Tyson and Nicki out here into the woods.
Blake has always been curious when it comes to sex. She has a very open mind and is willing to try anything. And although, I’d never share her, or even let someone watch me fuck her, she likes to watch others. I noticed it the first time when we walked in on Tyson and his server at Blackout. She was almost ashamed that it turned her on.
It’s dark enough out here and we’re in the tree line enough that no one can see us. Well, Tyson could if he looked up, but he’s too busy to care. Plus, he likes an audience.
“You’re wet.” I say and she whimpers, her body trembling.
I spread her pussy the best I can in this position and slide a finger into her sweet cunt, making her suck in a breath. “Ryat … I—”
My free hand comes up and wraps around her throat from behind as well, cutting off her words. She doesn’t need to explain herself to me. “Just watch them.” I order, feeling her swallow against my hand. I’m not cutting off her air just yet.
Tyson pulls out of Nicki’s mouth, his pierced dick wet and drool runs down her chest while she keeps her mouth wide open, staring up at him the best she can. Her back and head are pressed into the tree due to how he’s got her wrists cuffed behind it.
I work my finger in and out of Blake before entering another one, making her breathing pick up. The lights behind us on the outside of the house give us just enough to see them through the trees.
Tyson kneels down and shoves his fingers into her mouth again, pushing her head back at an odd angle, and Blake’s pussy tightens around mine.
Nicki gags, her chest heaving. He pulls them out and slaps her across the face. “Please?” She begs, her body fighting the restraints.
“Please what?” He asks her, before forcing his drool covered hand between her tied legs. “You want to come?”
“Yes!” She nods her head quickly. “God, yes.” A cry rips from her when he finds what he was looking for.
Blake moans, her hips rocking back and forth on my hand.
His free hand comes up and wraps around Nicki’s neck, holding the back of her head to the tree. “What would you do for that?” Tyson questions. The muscles of his forearm flex while he finger-fucks her cunt.
“Any—thing.” She licks her wet lips.
I enter a third finger into Blake and before she can make any sound, I move my hand from her neck to her mouth, silencing her. “Shh,” I whisper in her ear. “We don’t want to interrupt them.” I tell her.
Blake shakes her head and sucks in a breath through her nose.
Tyson removes his hand from between her legs and Nicki sags in disappointment. “When I cum, you cum.” He informs her.
She opens her mouth up for him, understanding what he wants. He grips her cheeks, leaning into her and spits into her mouth. “Don’t swallow until I tell you to, do you understand?” He commands.
She can’t answer because that would require her shutting her mouth, so Nicki nods the best she can with his hand holding her tear-streaked face.
“I want my cock drowning in your drool.” He adds.
Blinking, fresh tears roll down her cheeks and he lets go of her face to stand. Gripping the hair at the top of her head, he pushes his cock into her open mouth and doesn’t go easy on her.
Blake’s breathing picks up, her body rocking back and forth against mine again while I finger-fuck her just as hard as Tyson fucks Nicki’s mouth.
My fingers are soaked shoved into Blake’s underwear and her cunt tightens down on me while her body stiffens. Her pussy pulses when I feel her cum on my hand seconds later. Removing my hand from her mouth, I pull my fingers out of her and lift them to her mouth. “Clean them.” I order roughly.
My cock is so fucking hard, and I wish it was covered in her cum so she could clean it off instead.
Tyson let’s out growl, also cumming in Nicki’s mouth. “Swallow.” He orders her when I feel Blake’s legs give out.
I slide a hand behind her knees and pick her up, carrying her back to the house. I think we’ve had enough of this Halloween party. It’s time to take my wife home so I can cum.
BLAKELY
RYAT AND Ilay on the floor in the living room of the cabin. The fireplace is going, the flames heating up the room. I’m covered up with a blanket even though I’m sweaty. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. The moment we entered the house, I jumped on him. I hated to even wait that long. If I had my way, we would have had sex in his car in the parking lot of the house of Lords.
He lays on his back, one hand behind his head, the other absentmindedly runs through my hair while my head is on his bare chest. My fingers run over the Lord’s crest. “When did you get this?” I ask.
“A couple of weeks before classes started.” He answers.
“This year?”
“Yeah.”
I sit up and his hand falls from my hair to my bare back. Looking down at him, I ask. “Did it hurt?”
He laughs softly. “Well, it didn’t feel good.”
“Will I have to get one?”
He sits up, cupping my face. His green eyes search mine. “Why would you think that?”
I shrug. “If the Lords have to have a brand of some kind, I just figured the Lady does too.”
“No—”
“What if I want one?” I ask softly.
Silence falls over us and I look away from his stare. My eyes dropping to his brand.
“Blake,” His hand comes up and slides into my hair, forcing me to meet his eyes again. “Why would you want one?”
Licking my lips, I answer honestly. The alcohol I had earlier helping me out. “I want something to show my devotion. To prove that I’m all in.”
“You do.” He frowns, his free hand going to my left hand and lifting it to kiss my wedding ring.
“That’s to you.” I sigh.
“That’s good enough for me.” He states.
Pulling away from him, I stand, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself and go to walk out of the living room to our bedroom but he jumps up and grabs my arm, stopping me.
“Hey?” He says softly, “I don’t need you to prove yourself to me. Do you understand?”
“You did before.” I remind him.
“That was then.” Letting go of me he runs a hand through his hair. “This is now.”
“And?” My eyes fall to it again. The round circle with three lines through it. I know it represents power. Which a Lady doesn’t have much of.
“And I know how you feel about me.”
My eyes look up at his. I feel stupid for thinking of it. Of course, a Lady doesn’t get the same mark of a Lord. We’re beneath them, right? Most Lords have arranged marriages. We’re disposable. “It was stupid.” I say, feeling dumb. “I just thought … I wanted to prove to you that I love all of you. Even the part that takes you away from me.” At his silence I lick my lips nervously and add. “You once said that you chose this life. I wanted to show you that I choose it too.”
I go to walk away but he wraps an arm around me from behind, my back now to his front. Pulling my hair off my shoulder and to my back, his lips gently kiss my neck, right behind my ear. “Lie on the floor.” Comes his command.
My heart picks up, my breathing coming quicker at the sound of his voice. Without hesitation, I pull away and do as I’m told.
He walks over to the fireplace and grabs the tongs off the hook and then removes his Lords ring from his right hand. My heart starts to pound in my chest when I watch him place it on the end and over the fire, heating it up.