“What do we have here?”
She picked up what appeared to be a honeycomb fishnet dress, with a halter neck and hemline that would finish halfway down her thighs. With a giggle and a shrug she pulled it over her head and looked in the mirror with a combination of curiosity and trepidation. She hadn’t regained enough weight to do this…er, dress justice. Had she?
Hmm, perhaps it didn’t look too bad. Her nipples had hardened in anticipation and peeked through the holes in the fishnet. She could even see the pink lips of her *, which she figured was the idea. She felt sexy in a tarty sort of way, especially when she added shoes that made her legs seem endless.
She returned to the bathroom, dried her hair so that it tumbled down her back in a disorderly array of curls, gave her eyelashes a quick flick of mascara and her lips a slash of gloss. She examined her reflection again, unsurprised to notice her eyes gleaming with anticipation and her cheeks flushed deep pink for the same reason.
“Okay, bring it on,” she said to the sexy image starting back at her.
She took a deep breath and headed for the great room. It was now dark outside and they had followed the theme through from the bathroom by lighting candles on every available surface, creating a romantic ambience. A bowl of fragrant roses sat in the center of the table, giving off a heady perfume. Leave it to her guys to think of flowers. The table itself was set with crisp white linen, sparkling crystal glasses, and china she had never seen before. The same background music spilled from the speakers and a log fire burned in the grate. It wasn’t strictly necessary. The evenings tended to be cool, it was true, but the nature of Cantara’s thoughts already had her overheating.
“Hey, guys. Something smells nice. What’s for dinner?”
“Fucking hell!” Raoul glanced away from the hob, where he was stirring his sauce, and looked his fill at Cantara instead. Shit, she was red hot! That dress was a sensation. He thought so and so did his cock, which stood to rigid attention. No change there then. “Hello, darlin’,” he said, sending her a wicked smile.
“What he said,” Zeke agreed. “Let’s get you another glass of wine.”
Zeke poured her wine and steered her to the seating area. Raoul left his sauce to simmer, grabbed beers for him and Zeke, and went to join them.
“You look…er, refreshed,” he said, blowing Cantara a kiss. “You asked what was for dinner and I reckon it could just be you. Dressed like that you are definitely messing with our plans, ’cause I’m pretty sure I can’t wait until afterwards.”
“Mr. Control Freak has met his limit,” Cantara said, laughing at him. “I never thought that day would dawn.”
“I’d need to be a fucking monk not to be affected by you in that get up.”
“True, but something’s missing.” Zeke canted his head and examined her critically. “Nipple clamps,” he decided. “I’ll be right back.”
“I have to wear nipple clamps all through dinner?”
“You have to do as you’re told. Speaking of which, come here.”
Raoul patted his knee and she elegantly rose from her chair and sashayed across the room in her tall heels to join him. She plonked herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Feels like you’re pleased to see me,” she said, giggling as she wiggled around, inflicting severe damage on his erection.
“You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I get the picture. I feel the same way. Now that we’re free to be ourselves, I feel…well, de-mob happy.”
“Good phraseology.” Raoul slid his hands beneath her butt and lifted him from his lap. He unsnapped his jeans and unzipped, freeing his pulsating erection. “Straddle my knees, sweetheart. I need a little taster.”
With the fingers of one hand, he eased his path of entry and slid the tip of his cock into her. Feeling no need to take things gently, he thrust himself all the way home with one powerful flex of his hips, filling her with his desperate need. At the same time he latched his teeth onto one of the solidified nipples that peeped through the honeycomb fabric and bit down. She threw her head back, eyes wide open, and cried out.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, sugar? You can’t get enough of my cock, or Zeke’s. You’re gonna wear the pair of us out with your needs.”
He thrust with even more force, bit her nipple harder, and slapped her butt with one free hand. Raoul was on fire with need, and in no mood to practice restraint. He could sense Cantara was similarly minded and increased the harsh tempo of his upward motions, stretching the tight walls of her cunt to the absolute limit with his throbbing cock.
“You are gonna come so many times tonight, darlin’, that you probably won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
“I need you and Zeke to bring me back to life, Master,” she replied, panting as she rode his cock like a woman emerging from a three-year sex drought. “Whatever you need, I’ll stay with you.”
“I know you will. This is just an appetizer, and it’s gonna be quick.” Raoul circled his butt against the seat as he thrust hard and deep, feeling her closing the walls of her * around his length as though afraid he might take it away from her. “That’s it, darlin’. Let’s really fuck.”
The exploded together. Cantara’s cries, loud and uninhibited as she orgasmed, were music to Raoul’s ears. He worked her into a frenzy before he finished coming himself, and then kissed her long and deep, never wanting to let her go.
“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” Zeke asked, watching them with an amused expression, nipple clamps dangling negligently from the fingers of one hand.
Raoul laughed. “It’s our little sub’s fault for being so goddamned sexy. She steals away my self-control.”
“You’ve never had any where she’s concerned.”
Raoul shrugged. “True. Go grab a cloth from the bathroom, bud.”