Wilder's Fantasies (5 page)

Never Let Me Down

Marcelo took great care with preparation for playtime. It was the framework for the trust he and Fiona shared during their explorations. First he would undress her, folding her clothes neatly and setting them aside. Next, he would bathe her with warm, downy cloths and apply exotic oils to every inch of her skin. From there came the binding.

The material used to tie her up varied as did the positions Sometimes he trussed her to rings along the wall using cotton rope. Other nights he would secure her to the bed with silk or use different apparatuses lined with velvet or fur to mold her into the position of his liking. Even with these small variations, Fiona always knew what to expect.

She had also become accustomed to being blindfolded. Marcelo often employed the technique to heighten an experience. Each time he tied the silk scarf around her eyes, she enjoyed the sexual play all the more.

“Marcelo?” she called out to him. From his footsteps, she knew he moved around the playroom, but she couldn't tell what he was doing. No telltale sounds or scents though she had been splayed out in a ready position, bound to his liking for nearly half an hour. Sometimes the wait was part of his bag of tricks, too.

“Yes,
preciosa
? Growing impatient?”

“Yeah, but in a good way.”

A warm, bass laugh told her he was amused. He must have something very special planned, indeed.

“What are we waiting for?” she asked.

His answer: a light whack to her thigh with a sturdy wooden paddle. “Patience,
mi amor
. Patience.”

Without warning, a thick void of sound hugged her ears. Headphones? This was new. Noise-filtering headphones. Now, not only was she deprived of sight, but also of her hearing.

“Marcelo?” She struggled to keep the burst of panic out of her voice. Her own words proved the only sounds she could hear.

His reassuring hand stroked her cheek. She imagined him saying, “All you have to do is say the word.” He loved to remind her that the safe word would set her free. He also knew that Fiona regarded the use of the word
Strangelove
as weakness and she was not weak. She prided herself on pushing to whatever limit he had chosen—and in some cases, past it. This new device would make tonight's game all the more arousing. Fiona trusted her master.

As if he sensed her thoughts, his touch moved from her face, down her abdomen, to her thighs. A gentle kiss grazed her clitoris. She tensed against her bindings. Sueded leather cut into her ankles and tightened around her wrists. Arms bound overhead, she cursed that she couldn't run her hands over his body. It was, after all, such a lovely body. Thick, sculpted musculature covered in caramel-colored skin.

Marcelo slipped a finger inside her cunt, and then another. And then another. The tension worked to open her. Muscles deep inside relaxed with each push. Hot lips suckled at her bare nipple, sending electrical pulses from her breast straight to her core. Her pussy tightened around his fingers. At this, he withdrew their stimulation. No, he wouldn't let her come yet.

Thick cock probing her wet slit, Marcelo into her cunt. Or was it Marcelo? Something about the shaft felt foreign, not quite like Marcelo, nor did the slim form between her legs feel like her master. Had someone else entered her?

The realization gave her a shiver. While Marcelo was more than willing to allow others into their bedroom to watch or take part in games, he rarely allowed anyone to take their enjoyment while she was tied up. That was usually his right alone.

Excitement washed over her at the thought her master sharing her. Bound and unable to see or hear who fucked her, Fiona delighted in this new game. Her cunt spasmed, her nipples drawing to tight buds.

The stranger's rhythm seemed somehow familiar, but she couldn't figure out to whom it belonged. His thrusts were urgent, passionate, but at the same time less commanding than Marcelo's. He moved inside her cunt with tenderness, but enough force on the upstroke to rub the entire length of his shaft against her most sensitive spot. She moaned and writhed beneath him. Who cared at this moment about names or faces? As long as he kept giving her pleasure. But just as she neared a powerful orgasm, her beautiful stranger withdrew.

“No,” she cried. “Please, don't stop.” Though she knew the objection to be useless, she pulled against her restraints. To her surprise, her legs came free, no doubt because Marcelo had given the stranger permission to free them.

Strong shoulders scooped under her knees and someone pushed inside of her again. This time it was Marcelo. His cock filled her, his sac tickling her ass. He slid in and out of her easily, her cunt soaking wet. Marcelo worked hard and fast, his pelvis ramming against her thighs until her pussy dripped cream. Again she felt herself on the edge of losing control and again, her master withdrew.

He released the tie holding her hands, but maintained control over her, leading her, she assumed, in the direction of the bed. Her instincts proved correct. Pulling her back against his front, they scaled the plush mattress. She felt Marcelo lay back, keeping her back pressed to his abdomen and positioning her low enough so that he could enter her again.

The whole of Marcelo cock inside her cunt, the stranger joined her them. He spread her legs and with gentle pressure, slipped the head of his shaft into her pussy as well. Fiona gasped. Could she handle two men in the same hole? Every inch of her body wanted to find out.

She shifted against the pressure, stretching through the discomfort and pushed forward. Finally, the stranger's cock slipped all the way inside. Moans of pleasure and pain shook Fiona.

The men moved in time with each other at first and then with alternating forward and back movements. Marcelo let go of the straps that held her wrists. Hands shaking, she touched the stranger's body. Such smooth skin and taut muscles. Before she could pluck his name from her memory, his mouth lowered to hers. The taste of his lips cemented her suspicions. This was no stranger.

“Angel?” she murmured.

Only playful swipes of his tongue came in reply.

Pushing off the headphones, she allowed them to clatter to the floor and pulled off the blindfold.

“Pleasantly surprised,
preciosa
?” Marcelo asked, his deep voice behind her.

“Oh yes,” she answered.

Angel's handsome, flawless face peered down at her, his solid chest against hers, pressing her against Marcelo. One hand entwined with Marcelo's and one arm wound around Angel, she felt completed, somehow whole. In Marcelo, she had found her master and now, in Angel, she found her lover.

The young man moved in for a kiss and began to make love to her again. Marcelo matched the rhythm. Fiona's body responded to the heat and friction, her juices leaked down her thigh. Taking a breast to his mouth, Angel rubbed his teeth and tongue across her nipple. The added stimulation brought her closer and closer to coming. She prayed the men would let her climax.

She whimpered through the tremors that shook her legs. They both continued to thrust and bury themselves inside engorged and sodden cunt. Finally, the tension in her core broke free; powerful contractions pumped each wave of ecstasy through her entire body. Fiona writhed, her pussy clutched around both men’s cocks.

Angel’s movement grew jerky, beads of sweat streaming down his brow. He buried his entire shaft inside her, his quaking matching her own. Keeping her gaze on his glassy, blue eyes, she drank in the enjoyment written across his expression.

Marcelo cradled them and slid from under his two sated submissives. He stroked their bodies, soothing the jerks and twitches that gripped them until their bodies stilled.

“Stay inside her,” he told Angel and positioned himself behind the young man.

Angel tensed as Marcelo entered his ass. Fiona watched Marcelo take is pleasure, his chiseled features contorted. Angel braced himself for each of their master's thrusts but still the forward momentum drove the younger man deep into Fiona. Her cunt still swollen with arousal, she felt another orgasm building. Marcelo sank his entire cock into Angel and shook. His shudders set off a new climax inside Fiona and her body sucking at Angel's still hard shaft. She cried out pulling both men against her.

In the aftermath of the receding climaxes, the threesome collapsed into a tangle of torsos and limbs. Fiona gazed at her two men. Angel's response, a flurry of pecks along her shoulder and collarbone, Marcelo’s a languid kiss.

When his mouth receded, Fiona asked, “How did you know?”

Marcelo chuckled and caressed her cheek. “
Mi amor
, I see in your body language and expressions your every desire.
Angelito
is part of those desires, isn't he?”

Unable to speak, she buried her face in her master's chest and pulled Angel's body close behind her.

The men stroked her body, wordlessly conveying the affection of their newly formed bond.

Fiona drifted off to sleep, her emotions soaring. With Angel and Marcelo, she could explore the highest heights of pleasure and pain. She had no doubt her lover and her master would
never
let her down.