She didn’t care either way. As long as they were together, she was happy. She tried to decide how long she’d been on the table. It seemed like hours, but from the way darkness had come, she’d say it was more like an hour.
Her body was totally cooled now. As a matter of fact, she was downright cold. She’d just thought about complaining when Knox came outside and caressed her thigh.
“Good. Follow me, Vixen.”
Tatum followed Knox through the house. When they reached a staircase that went down, she frowned.
“Where are we going?”
“To the dungeon.”
Once down the stairs, Knox opened the door and she saw that he wasn’t kidding. They were in a true BDSM dungeon. Candles provided illumination and Tatum made out a St. Andrew’s Cross, and a wall featuring numerous floggers, crops, and what even looked like a whip.
“Whose house is this?”
“Pablo’s,” Vince said. “He has some fetishes. Bondage. Whipping. He’s even pierced his cock.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” Vince said. “I watched him take a sub one time, in every possible way, if you get my drift. The woman loved it.”
“On the table, Tatum,” Knox said.
She lay down and put her arms out to her side.
“Very good,” Knox said. “What we’re going to do tonight is very intense. Some consider it edge play. This shows the ultimate in trust, especially when you have more than one Dom.”
Tatum’s breathing increased when Vince passed Knox a long, white candle.
“Ever played with wax?” Knox’s voice was deep with arousal.
“No, Master.”
“Relax, take deep breaths. You have to trust me, Tatum. Trust us. Just relax.”
Tatum wanted to shut her eyes, but she couldn’t take them off the candle in Knox’s hand. Several times he tipped it, as if to drop wax on her body. She’d tense up, and just when she thought he would pour the hot liquid on her, he’d pull back.
After three attempts at that, she thought that maybe, just maybe, he intended to just tease her with it. Then, the next time he tipped it, the hot liquid landed on her stomach.
She hissed and twisted at the same time Vince dripped wax onto her nipples, alternating between the two.
The pain was intense, and quick, not enough to burn her, but enough to provide a heated sensation that shot straight to her clit. She wanted to beg for more as both of her Doms set the blunt edge of the candle on her stomach and caressed her gently.
Then, Vince took Knox’s candle, and Knox crossed to the top of the table. He covered Tatum’s eyes with a blindfold.
“Master.”
“You’re our canvas,” Knox said. “We’re going to draw whatever we want. The blindfold just takes it to a different level. You won’t know where the wax is going to hit now that you can’t watch the candle. The sensations will be much more intense.”
Knox caressed her temples as Vince poured the wax on her stomach and breasts, moving around her body as she moaned and wiggled.
It was erotic and it felt fabulous. When they started to peel the wax off, the sensations increased, her heated skin coming into contact with the cold air in the room.
“Knox. Master.” The words came out as soft moans.
“Hush,” he said. “We’re not anywhere near done.”
When her body was free of wax, they both moved away. Tatum felt an immediate sense of loss, both physically and mentally. She could hear them talking quietly so she knew they were still in the room.
Then, after what seemed an eternity, she could feel them both on either side of her. They started as a team, dripping wax in lines around her nipples and breasts, and then down to her pussy. This wax was hotter, more intense, and Tatum couldn’t help the cry of disbelief that came from her lips.
“Different types of candles have different melting points,” Knox said.
“We used plain paraffin at first,” Vince said. “This candle, a votive, is about five degrees higher. More sensations.”
“More pain,” Tatum said.
“Relax,” Knox replied. “Remember I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally. We know what we’re doing, baby.”
The wax dripped onto her pussy from both sides and Tatum bucked against it, inadvertently opening her legs wider so that the wax trickled down her slit. She moaned and thrashed but noticed that Knox didn’t rebuke her. They trailed the warm liquid over her stomach in alternating lines, and Tatum thought she might come at any moment.
They moved up and down her body, concentrating on her torso until the wax felt like an extra layer of heavy skin, encasing her breasts, pussy, and stomach.
This time when Vince peeled the wax off, he didn’t use his fingers. She felt the cold of metal against her skin and she gasped.
“Relax,” Knox said. “It’s just a butter knife. Cold against hot. Do you like it, baby?”
“Yes.” Had that word just come out of her mouth?
“You’ve been such a good girl.” Knox leaned down and suckled a nipple while Vince peeled the wax from her pussy. “Would you like to come now?”
He peeled the blindfold back and smiled down at her.
“Yes.” She moaned when he took the other nipple into his mouth.
“Yes,” Tatum said. “Yes.” Too many different sensations were hitting her body at one time. Hot and cold, desire and anxiety. It was a buffet of feelings that she didn’t quite know how to handle.
“Too much,” she whispered, even as her body screamed for more.
“Shush,” Knox said. “Deep breaths. Relax.”
She melted into the table under her as both began to massage her body, which still tingled from the heat of the wax.
She groaned when Vince straddled her face, his huge cock in his hand. She looked at Knox, who smiled and nodded. She put her hands on either side of Vince’s hips as he went onto all fours, giving her better access to take him into her mouth, sucking him down and loving the sounds that her ministrations produced.
Tatum closed her eyes and concentrated on his cock. He tasted warm and salty, manly. His cock was not as full as Knox’s, but it still felt wonderful, erotic. Vince ran his fingers over her stomach, and she sucked harder.
She’d just gotten into an easy rhythm when she felt Knox’s tongue against her clit. He gently jabbed at it first, barely touching the hard nub before pulling back, over and over and over.
“Clit tease,” Vince laughed.
“Yum,” Knox replied. “So very tasty.”
Tatum wanted to beg for more, but Vince continued to fuck her mouth. But when Knox lifted her slave ring with his tongue she groaned deep in her throat. He pulled harder and she felt like she would die. The pressure and pleasure were incredible, and Vince didn’t let up. He continued to pump her mouth as Knox let go of the ring and began to circle her clit with his tongue.
He laved at it, the cock in her mouth keeping her from voicing her approval. When he moved down and stabbed her opening with his tongue, Tatum sucked harder on Vince.
Seconds later, Knox replaced his tongue with his cock, and Vince leaned down. His tongue began to bathe her clit, sucking her ring into his mouth the same way she was sucking on his cock. Knox pounded into her, and the twin sensations of sucking and fucking about drove her over the edge.
Tatum loved the erotic sensations that raced through her body. She’d been part of a ménage à trois before, but never anything that had made her feel so fantastic, both inside and out. The things she’d done with Brandon had always left her feeling used, and somewhat degraded.
With Knox and Vince, she felt needed, and loved. Light and airy. Warm. Attached.
After a few minutes of loving, the men left her.
“No, please. I want more.”
Knox’s chuckle filled her ear. She heard the ripping of a condom package, and seconds later her pussy was filled again, this time by Vince. She turned her head toward Knox, who watched them with
an amused smile on his face.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You still hungry?”
“Yes, Master.”
Knox took Vince’s original position, and Tatum swallowed him greedily. When his mouth captured her clit she thought she would spin out of control, but she fought it back. Vince pumped her hard as Knox sucked and nipped at her clit.
When he sat back up, she moaned.
“Deep throat me, baby. You can do it. Move your neck back just a little.”
Tatum followed Knox’s directions, relaxing her throat muscles. Seconds later he slid deeper inside her. She’d only done this a few times, and she hoped she got it right, and didn’t embarrass herself in front of her two Doms.
Knox’s muffled, “Oh, fuck,” told her it felt as good to him as it did to her. She sucked with her throat muscles, knowing that like most men, he wouldn’t last long.
And he didn’t. Seconds after she’d started, he lifted up and came, his warm liquid filling her as she grasped his hips and thighs, encouraging him with her hands. Vince pumped harder, his hands gripping her own thighs as Knox filled her throat.
When he lifted off her, he bent back down and started in on her clit again.
“Master,” Tatum whispered. “Please?”
“Not yet,” Knox said. “I like watching this.”
Her legs were spread wide, with both men lavishing attention on her. She knew from Vince’s increased intensity that he was almost there. At Vince’s first cry of release, Knox pushed his thumb down on Tatum’s clit and said, “Now.”
Tatum’s hips shot off the table, Vince sliding into her deeper as he pounded out his own orgasm. Knox’s fingers continued to stimulate her, almost, but not quite, to the unbearable point of pain.
“Look at my Vixen soar.”
“Yes, Master. So good. Thank you. And thank you, Master Vince.”
“I should be thanking you, Tatum,” Vince replied. “I enjoyed that very much.”
“Let’s go upstairs,” Knox said. “We can go for a quick soak in the hot tub and take a nap before dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Vince said. “Then we’ll be ready for round two.”
Tatum grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. She could hardly wait.
Chapter 19
Knox stood in the doorway and watched Tatum sleep.
He watched her chest rise and fall softly and wondered again how he’d gotten so lucky. His thoughts quickly clouded over with the danger that she was in. Soon after they’d gone to bed, Vince’s cell phone had rung.
Alan Malfee was dead, shot by Rodney Baker, according to several men at the shop. Then, a half hour after Malfee’s murder, Tatum’s neighbor had reported seeing a strange man lurking in the backyard of her now vacant house. He’d identified Baker from photographs.
Vince had proposed, and Knox had agreed, that it was safer not to let the hot-headed Tatum know what had happened just yet. Better to keep her here, buried away in Chama, while they hunted for Baker.
“Fuck her a couple times. I sure wish I could stay and play.”
“I can handle that.” Then, Vince had hopped into Knox’s truck and roared out of the driveway. That had been almost four hours ago, so he knew Vince was already back in Santa Fe.
He put his hands on the top of the doorframe and leaned inward.
“Tatum.” He whispered the word and watched her fidget and moan softly. “Tatum, wake up.”
She sat bolt upright, her breasts jiggling.
“Hello, sunshine.”
“What time is it?”
“Around nine. Let’s fix something to eat. I’m starved.”
She stood and stretched, and Knox felt his dick harden.
“Where’s Vince?”
“He had to go home. Emergency.”
“Nothing bad, I hope.”
Knox weighed his answer carefully. “With Vince’s work, it’s usually bad. Come to the kitchen.”
He walked away before she could ask another question. She padded behind him, buttoning up his shirt as she entered the room.
“No. Naked.”
“Master.”
“Now.”
“Tell me what happened.”
“What happened is I have a subbie who doesn’t like to obey her Master. I told you earlier that you’d be naked the whole time we were here. Did you think that would change because Vince left?”
“No.”
“Good. That might make me jealous.”
“Lie down on the table while I cook dinner.”
“Pablo might not like it that I’m naked on his table,” Tatum said as she stepped onto the chair and lay down.
“Pablo would be jealous he wasn’t here to see you naked on his table. He’s a horny little bastard. I’m surprised he hasn’t shown up.”
Knox turned toward the stove and watched Tatum through lowered eyes. She glanced nervously at the doorway and he smiled. There was no way Pablo was showing up uninvited, even if it was his cabin, but Knox liked to keep her on her toes.
“I’m making some green chili stew,” he said. “How does that sound?”
“Delicious.”
“Good. Come and peel some potatoes.”
She jumped from the table and he licked his lips, appreciating the view of her body as she walked toward him.
“So, did we stop at forty-eight hours for the no fucking punishment, or seventy-two?”
“You were serious?” She stared at him, potato and peeler in hand.
“Very. Now that you belong to me, I take punishments very seriously.”
“You took them seriously before.”
“True, but now they will remind you that you’re mine.” He traced his finger around the choker. “A collared sub. My Vixen.”
A smile warmed her face and his cock twitched.
“Hurry and peel.” He watched her finish the chore, then wash and cube the potatoes.
“Kneel, over by the table.”
He finished making the stew, setting it low enough to simmer, then walked over to her, gently stroking her face.
“Let’s go outside for a while.”
He took her hand and helped her to stand. They crossed toward the motorcycles.
“Are we going for a ride, with me naked?”
“Of course not, Tatum. That would be dangerous. Come here.”
She walked gingerly across the ground toward him, and he cursed himself for not remembering that she wasn’t wearing any shoes.
When she was near him, he stepped back.
“Straddle the bike. I’m going to ride bitch behind you, and you’re going to ride my cock.”
* * *
Tatum shook her head.
“That’s Craig’s bike.”
“This is my bike, Tatum. It’s the reason we’re together. It’s got a new seat, new grips, and new saddlebags. I’ve made it my own. Come on, baby. Straddle it.”
Tatum was almost ashamed of the fact that she was so wet. She’d always wanted to have sex on the bike, but Brandon had always refused, saying it was cliché, too trite.
She felt weird about the fact that the bike was Craig’s, but then again she knew Knox was right. The bike was his now. Tatum had to stop thinking of the past and move forward.
She threw her right leg over the bike and balanced herself on her feet.
“I’m wet,” she whispered.
“I know, baby. Go ahead and sit down.”
“I’ll stain the seat.”
“And I’ll think about fucking you every time I ride it.”
His zipper came down, and his low groan let her know he’d released his cock. He slid into position behind her, lifting her up enough so that she came down on his cock, her pussy engulfing him in one swift stroke.
“Ride me hard, Tatum. Fuck me.” His words made her shiver and she began to move, bouncing on him as he yelled out his approval, his hands on her hips as he brought her down harder and harder and harder.
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nbsp; “Come, Tatum. Come over and over and over for me.”
He grabbed her hand as she reached for her clit.
“No. Come from fucking only. You can do it. Be nasty for me, Tatum. Fuck me hard.”
She bounced harder, losing all sense of reasoning as she rode him. He was right, she didn’t need her hand. His cock hit her in just the right spot, and she came, screaming out his name to the cool night air. She felt deliciously naughty as she rode him, his breath hot against her back, his breathing as labored as her own.
“Will you be everything for me, Tatum?”
“Yes, Knox.”
“Will you be my lover, my sub, my nasty little Vixen?”
“Yes, Knox, oh Lord, yes.”
She felt him explode inside her.
“Will you be my wife?”
She gripped the handlebars and tried to get her breathing under control.
“What?”
“You heard me. I’ve thought about it a lot, and this isn’t exactly how I had this planned. But I want you to marry me, Tatum. Be my wife; be bound to me in the eyes of the law. We can be bound to each other.”
He lifted her from him, and she turned toward him.
“Knox…”
“It’s kinda fitting, don’t you think, that I ask you on the bike, since it was on this bike that I got the first inkling that I wanted you in my life.”
“Really?”
“Really. So, what do you say? Will you accept my very unromantic, very spur of the moment proposal? I don’t even have a ring.”
He pulled her back into him for a long, deep kiss that Tatum thought would sear off her toes.
When he finally let her up for air, their gazes locked.
“Well?” He caressed her cheek with his thumb.
“Yes. I’ll marry you.” Tatum blurted out the words before she could think about it too long. Thinking about something too hard could prove treacherous and if there was one thing that she knew, she loved Knox Keaton.
Chapter 20
“I can’t believe you lied to me.” Tatum pushed away from Knox. He sat astride the Indian, an innocent look on his face.
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