Fleeing Temptation [Temptation, Wyoming 2] (Siren Publishing Menage and More)

by Marcel, Zoey

  “Mm, that’s so hot. I want to hear all your sounds,” he cooed, fingers journeying lower until they toyed with her dripping folds. He looked like he would lose control any second. “God, you feel so warm and soft. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  Her cunt pounded at his words, literally aching for his suggestion to materialize. “You are a wicked slave.”

  He licked his lips and flicked her clit with his thumb. “So wicked.”

  Her breath hitched and she thought she would lose her mind if he continued. She purred with delight when he fondled her midriff and untied her top, revealing more of her décolletage.

  “You dress so damned sexy for work. You do know you’re selling magic and not sex toys, right?”

  Her chortle came out breathless when he unhooked the front of her bra with one hand. Her breasts bounced, free and unencumbered by the garment.

  “Holy crap, you have amazing tits,” he murmured, groping them with his free hand while his other one played around in her underwear.

  Hilary moaned and pushed into his hands. She should have closed the store by now but couldn’t think of moving at the moment. She wanted to revel in this abandon until the end of time.

  Cameron knelt to suck her breasts at the same time his finger plunged into her vagina. A sharp cry strangled in her throat at being penetrated and sucked on again after so long.

  “Do you like that?” he whispered hotly.

  “Aye, it feels so good.” She had to resist the urge to tear all their clothes off, throw him down on the floor and take him.

  “Do you want me to give you another finger?”

  “Aye, please. I need it.” She mewed when he slid a second one inside her. Either his fingers were enormous or she’d become tighter than normal from years of celibacy. She panted and rode his digits as he thrust them inside of her while sucking on her tits.

  “My cock is going to feel so much better. It’s way bigger than that.”

  She snickered breathlessly. “Well, I should hope so.”

  He smirked. “Yeah, that would be pretty sad if my digits had the old boy beat.”

  She laced her fingers in his soft, brown hair, needing something to hold onto. “More.”

  He alternated nipping, licking and sucking on her breasts, planting the occasional kiss while he finger-fucked her cunt slightly faster than before. His thumb made circles on her clit, drawing the erotic sensations from her body.

  “Mm, you look so good when you’re losing control to your slave. Guess we know who has the real power now, huh?” Cameron taunted as he stood and sassed her with his eyes while he brought her to the edge.

  She glowered at him, but a playful smile slipped through. “I’m going to punish you later for that.”

  He winked at her with a saucy but charming grin. “I look forward to it. You like it when I’m a bad boy, don’t you?”

  “Aye. Oh god!” She nearly swooned when he clapped a hand over her mouth as the orgasm rolled right through her, making her writhe against the wall in euphoric agony. Her pussy clenched his inserted digits, washing them with the liquid heat of her release. Her womb trembled with spasms, drowning out what she thought was the sound of a dinging bell.

  “You’re so beautiful, Hilary. Thank you for that,” Cameron whispered into her ear as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a spare napkin. He stuffed it into her panties to soak up the moisture and sucked his fingers clean. “I think you have a customer.”

  She panicked and clasped her bra closed, retying her shirt.

  He licked the shell of her ear, making her shiver. “See you at home, baby.”

  He headed toward the back door and she hurried around the corner to the front of the store. A tall, African-American man stood browsing near the crystals. “Are you still open?”

  She nodded, hoping she didn’t look like a woman who just climaxed long and hard. “Aye, we are. I mean we’re supposed to be closed now, but I got distracted. I can help you, though, before I close.”

  “I appreciate it.”

  She liked his South African accent. His subtle, mischievous smile said he knew what she’d been up to a minute ago, or perhaps paranoia had gotten the better of her. “What sort of crystals are you interested in? Oh, Dakarai, I didn’t recognize you from behind.”

  “Do you still want to go through with this?” The way he picked up a blue crystal and gazed into its aquamarine clarity almost made him look obsessed and dangerous.

  “Aye.”

  He turned the crystal slowly in his hand as if looking for an image in a crystal ball. “You aren’t afraid of me, knowing what I am?”

  “You’re a dreamscape vampire. You merely feed on dreams and have the ability to interpret them. That is hardly something to fear. You’re practically human.”

  His black eyes flickered up to meet her fearless gaze. “I am not human. I may not be a blood drinker, but I’m still a vampire. Do you know what vampires really are?”

  “Aye.”

  “What are they?”

  “Demons.”

  “Precisely, and yet you are willing to have me put you in a coma. When dreamscape vampires feed on the energy from dreams, they aren’t merely capable of seeing what the person is dreaming. Sometimes they will materialize in the dream and other times they will interact with the individual and affect the outcome of the dream. I can appear as myself or become someone else in the dream. People become weak in that realm. They run slower, hit weaker and lose their ability to scream. I can come to you as an angel or your flesh fantasy and give you a dream that makes you sigh. Or I can come to you in a nightmare and bring your greatest fears to life. I can show you what it’s like to die and you won’t be able to wake up for relief until I permit it, because you gave me the power to place you in a coma. That doesn’t make you afraid?”

  Hilary swallowed, trying to make herself taller, but the freaking giant towered over her, making her feel small and weak. “You said when you met me that I was among the most powerful witches you ever met. Doesn’t that make you afraid?”

  Dakarai smiled, glancing down casually at the crystal he turned in his palm. “I confess, as a witch surrounded by materials for sorcery, you are more in your element right now than I, but in the dreamscape I am the master. When you allow me to place you under that coma tomorrow, you will place your life in my hands.”

  “I trust you.”

  He stared her down, expression creepy as his tone became lethal. “Suppose I never let you wake up? What if I choose to keep you in an eternal sleep and feed on your dreams whenever I wish? What if I find my greatest strength and pleasure in harassing you with nightmares and feeding on the dark force of your terror?”

  She fought the urge to teleport herself somewhere. “And suppose I have a spell to counteract it, or reinforcements waiting should something go wrong?”

  “Touché. I feel everyone should weigh the pros and cons of any decision. Don’t you?” He handed the small cluster of blue crystals to her.

  Unfortunately, backing out wasn’t an option at this point. Things had reached the point of desperation. “I don’t have a choice. I need to find out if those nightmares I keep having of Nex are just stupid paranoia or if he’s giving them to me.”

  Dakarai’s expression appeared piqued with interest and surprise. “Nex, the hellcat?”

  “Aye, do you know him?”

  “I have heard of him. The tiger that was presented to the queen as a gift in the fourteenth century and got loose and terrorized the people of Scotland until a witch gave him a soul and turned him human. I forgot what happened next.”

  “The dire wolf, Eversor took away his soul and Nex learned how to shift between man and beast whenever he wanted. He swore revenge on m–the witch and terrorized the Scottish people far worse than before.”

  Dakarai eyed her curiously. “You seem to know a great deal on the subject. I heard the witch sent Nex to hell.”

  “Aye.”

  “You are the witch, aren’t
you?”

  She nodded.

  “How is it you are centuries old and look so young? Are you immortal?”

  “No. I died at twenty-five back in the fourteenth century. A demon raised me from the dead a few months ago and told me to run. He said he was a friend of Nex’s and resurrected me so the tiger could hunt me down slowly to terrorize me out of retribution for what I did to him. I thought he knew where I was, but it’s been months and I haven’t seen him. I’ve been having nightmares of him for the past few weeks, so I don’t know what to think.” She handed him the crystal. “I’m aware of the risk, but I need your help.”

  “I will help you. Meet me at the address and time I gave you yesterday.”

  “Can’t we do this sooner?”

  “My partner and I have a club to run. Once it’s closed, you may come over there and I will do what you asked.”

  * * * *

  Callie felt giddy as she stepped into her sheer, yellow panties and lacy, pale-yellow bra. She left her straight, long, blonde hair down and hurried out of her room, bumping into Cameron in the hall. A wall of hot male chest greeted her, and she felt his flaccid penis through the cotton of his plaid boxers. It lifted slightly when he put his hands on her and saw what she was wearing.

  “Mm, you look like a sexy lemon.” He kissed her forehead and breathed in the scent of her bangs.

  She giggled. “I was actually trying for more of a pale-yellow flower, but lemon’s good too.”

  “Maybe we have time to play around before she gets here.”

  “No, we can’t have you spent when she gets home. You need to save your strength for that threesome.”

  His eyes lidded as he planted kisses on her nose and eyelids. “I recover pretty quickly, or should I remind you?”

  She moaned when he grabbed her butt and pulled her groin into his. “No fair teasing me with that thing. Oh gosh, here she comes! Hurry! Get on your knees!”

  They ran, trying not to laugh in the frenzy as the key turned in the lock from outside. They fell to their knees just as Hilary entered. Callie tried to ignore the rug burn from skidding on the carpet.

  Hilary looked surprised to see them kneeling before her in their underwear with their heads bowed. “Well, this is certainly unexpected.”

  Callie couldn’t contain her excitement. “We love you and we want to do naughty things to you.”

  Cameron looked like he stifled a chuckle at her blatant enthusiasm.

  Hilary’s countenance softened with humor before she put on a serious air. “I don’t know, Callie. It has come to my attention that Cameron’s knowledge of the female anatomy has greatly improved. Now where do you suppose he obtained his skill?”

  Callie blushed. “He practiced on me, but only so he could get good and impress you. He wanted it to be a surprise. He never penetrated my vagina, though, and I never let him spank me. We wanted to save those things for you.”

  “I see. Both of you go into my room. Cameron, why aren’t you wearing your collar?” Hilary asked.

  Cameron smirked. “Because I’m not a dog.”

  “In retrospect, do you suppose your sarcasm proved a wise answer?”

  “Probably not.”

  She grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen. “Most definitely not. Both of you get into my room now.”

  They hurried into her bedroom, exchanging thrilled glances on their way.

  “Remove your underpants and plant your ass in that chair, slave. Put this on him.”

  Callie took the pink dog collar from her and fastened it around Cameron’s neck after he stepped out of his boxers and sat. Both smiled at each other while she did so.

  Hilary stepped over with some rope once Callie moved away. “You are going to be bound to this chair and watch your fellow slave punished for all your lewd conduct.”

  Cameron appeared turned on as she tied him to the chair, but he groaned in disgust when she crammed the penis gag into his mouth and fitted the band around his head to hold it in place.

  “Aye, you suck that big, tasty cock, you raunchy little boy. You enjoy that man meat while I debase your friend.” Hilary turned to her. “If you trust us, then take off your lingerie.”

  Callie’s fingers trembled with nervous excitement as she freed her breasts and stepped out of her see-through panties, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. She felt vulnerable yet beautiful under the approving weight of their gazes.

  “Get into my bed on top of the covers. Don’t hide your body. I want to see every inch of it.”

  Callie obeyed, rubbing her legs against Hilary’s comforter, unable to believe she was finally in her bed about to make love to her. She’d wanted this for a while now. Watching Hilary strip down to her bare flesh was intoxicating.

  “Does the sight of your mistress’s body please you? Do you burn with lust for her as you did this slave boy?”

  “Yes, very much.”

  Hilary smiled and climbed onto the bed on her back. She tugged on Callie’s arms. “Then lie in my arms and take your punishment.”

  Callie gulped, quivering with bliss as she lay down on top of Hilary and pressed her naked body against the other woman’s. She moaned softly at the soft, forbidden warmth of her.

  Hilary played with her hair, sounding pleased. “Such wayward slaves I have. I hold no objection to the two of you mating like bunnies, but don’t you think that a mistress has the right to be informed of the affairs of her household?”

  “Yes, we’re sorry. Ow!” A hot, swift slap on her rear snapped her out of the drugged, euphoric daze of being held by Hilary.

  “What is my title?”

  “Mistress.”

  “Will you forget it?”

  “No. Ow!” Callie cried out at the fiery sting the spanking evoked. “No, mistress.”

  “I want you to say these words while I spank you. ‘I’m a wicked girl, mistress. Please forgive me. Punish me for my sins, I beg you.’”

  Callie wanted to laugh and make out with her at the same time. The comical plea made her hot for some reason. “Yes, mistress.”

  “And when I’m finished spanking you, I want you to thank me for disciplining you and worship my breasts.”

  The order made her dizzy with lust. “Yes, mistress.”

  “Start begging me now.”

  Callie cried out at the quick, sharp slaps on each globe. “I’m a wicked girl, mistress. Please forgive me.”

  Hilary struck her buttocks harder, seeming pleased by her mews of pain. “I’m not sure you deserve forgiveness.”

  Her buns burned with fiery, erotic suffering. “Punish me for my sins, I beg you.”

  “You deserve no less.” Hilary whacked her ass a few more times before giving it a soothing caress and loving on the inflamed skin. “Your mistress approves of your ass. You will spend many nights with me in my bed. Does this please you?”

  Callie sighed with contented rapture. “Yes, very much.”

  Hilary smacked her raw butt cheek. “You dare to forget your mistress’s title again?”

  “I’m sorry, mistress. It won’t happen again.”

  “Indeed it won’t, and I know just the thing to remind you.”

  Callie squealed at the fierce swats on her fanny. The heat blooming on her backside traveled to her slit and made it tingle with yearning. “Oh god, I can’t take it! My pussy.”

  Hilary’s voice became filled with evil pleasure. “Aye, your pussy. Roll over.”

  Callie squirmed, wishing she had kept her mouth shut. Her butt burned and throbbed with the pain of lying on it, especially when Hilary dragged her across the bed so her rump rested on her lap.

  “I’m going to abuse this little cunt because it pleases me.”

  Callie let out a little scream when Hilary slapped her mound. The pain sucked, but the aftershock lingering on the heated flesh felt divine. She moaned, growing hot and desperate when Hilary placed her palm over her mouth.

  “Hush now. You are not to startle the villagers with your pathetic yelp
ing. Save that for our man puppy over there.”

  Callie caught Cameron’s playful glare. His penis looked as rigid and erect as a statue. His eyes were glazed with lust over the obscene performance in front of him.

  Her outcry melted into Hilary’s hand when she slapped her mons again. She did so several more times before lightly fondling the pinked flesh.

  “You may thank me now.”

  “Thank you, mistress, for disciplining me. I needed it bad.”

  “Aye, you did.”

  Callie felt sheepish. “May I worship your boobs now?”

  Hilary chuckled. “What a willing little harlot. Aye, you may.”

  She moved onto the bed more and lay on her back. Callie lay on the side of her so Cameron could watch while she kissed and sucked the mountains of her breasts. Her groans and sucking probably made her sound like a baby piglet suckling a tit, but she didn’t care. Hilary had fantastic breasts. Her heady panting spurred Callie on.

  “Fuck my bosom.”

  Callie honestly hadn’t a clue how she was supposed to do that with her female genitalia. “I don’t have a penis.”

  “You don’t have to. My tit shall serve as the cock. Stick it up your vagina. I’m going to fuck you with it.”

  Callie gaped at her as she sat up. “Oh, wow. Okay.”

  Hilary moved so Cameron had a better view. “Mount me, Callie girl.”

  Callie straddled her chest, clitoris tingling when the woman’s nipple brushed it. She spread her labia and sex lips, guiding the tit to her orifice. Her breasts were large enough for the task, but only the nipple fit into her hole.

  Hilary squished her breast tissue, allowing part of her areola to cram into Callie’s chamber as well. “Suck my tit with your quim. Make love to it.”

  Callie’s head went back and she gasped at the pointed nub tickling her vaginal walls and the squishy breast tissue being squeezed by her greedy cunt.

  “Just rock back and forth while I touch you. Don’t let it fall out.”

  She whimpered helplessly when Hilary gently massaged her clit. Callie gripped the fleshly breast with her pussy while rocking back and forth against her. Her climax stormed in far too quickly. “Oh, mistress, I’m coming!”