by Fawkes, Sara
lit up her face.
“My mom gave it to me.”
“I think there’s more to the story than that.” He sat up beside her.
She laughed. “Yeah, there is. It all has to do with a science project I had to do when I was a kid.
Our teacher gave us a list of ten butterflies and moths that we had to draw. She required they be from
a specific book in the school library, but there were only five copies. With twenty-five kids in the
class and only three weeks to do the project, I could never get my hands on the the book, because all
the copies were always checked out. When I finally did get a copy, there were only a few days left
before the deadline, and I discovered that the picture of the leopard moth had been torn out of the
book. I drew all the others, but I was in tears because I didn’t know what to do about the tenth picture.
The next evening, my mom showed up with the picture I needed. She’d taken the afternoon off
work and driven all the way to Garnersville to the big library there and found the book, then
photocopied the page and brought it home to me. I got an A on the project and that picture became a
symbol of how much my mom would do to support me and how she would always be there for me.”
He watched her glowing eyes as she told the story and his chest tightened. How he would have
loved to have someone care about him like that.
He curled his hand around her face and kissed her. “You’re very lucky to have such a loving
mother.”
It wasn’t just her mother. It was clear both her father and brother cared very much about her. And
all of them cared about each other, with a mutual love and respect Storm longed for.
She smiled warmly. “I know.” She gazed into his eyes. “What about you? You haven’t told me
about your family.”
He shrugged. “Nothing to tell.” Then he tossed back the covers and stood up, well aware of her
gaze caressing his naked form. “Let’s get some breakfast. I’m starving.”
* * *
Jessica hurried home from work on Friday, excited because Storm had told her he had something
special planned for that evening. Usually he and the band played at a club or event on Fridays, but two
of the band members were down with the flu so this week he was free.
It almost felt like they were a real couple, rather than just a short fling. Any time he wasn’t
rehearsing with the band, he spent with her, and he slept over most nights. She couldn’t believe a sexy
bad-boy like Storm wanted to spend so much of his time with her. She didn’t know how long this
would last, but she was loving every minute of it.
In fact, a part of her was starting to believe that maybe he was in this thing for the long haul.
He greeted her at the door, and excitement shimmered through her at the sight of him with his
tattooed arms and bare chest, covered only with a leather vest. His muscles rippled as he took reached
for her and took her in his arms. His full lips covered hers and he kissed her passionately, leaving her
breathless.
“I picked up some Thai food,” he murmured when he released her.
She glanced at the table and he had the table set, candles burning and take-out laid out with
spoons.
“This is lovely.” She walked toward the table.
But disappointment must have glimmered in her eyes, because he chuckled. “Don’t worry. This
isn’t the surprise.”
She smiled. “Do I have to wait until after dinner?”
“Yes.”
Her smile turned seductive and she slinked toward to him, then stroked her hands over the
muscular ridges of his chest.
“Even if I try very hard to persuade you?”
He chuckled, a deep rumbling from his chest. “Baby, persuade away, but I’m not telling you a
thing.” He grabbed her hands and tugged her into his arms, then pressed his lips against her temple.
“Except that I find you extremely sexy,” he murmured.
“How about just a little hint?”
He winked. “Wait here.”
A moment later, he returned with a gift-wrapped box in his hand. It had glossy black wrap and a
big red bow. Excitement quivered through her. She loved gifts. She reached out her hand but he
shook his head and placed it on the coffee table.
“That’s just a teaser. You can open it after dinner.”
She pursed her lips, then glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Be warned. I’m going to eat
fast.”
He chuckled and poured her a glass of wine.
She enjoyed the food, but as promised, finished quickly. There was the gift, but also a sense of
heightened sensuality. Storm had a twinkle in his eyes that intrigued her, and made her think that he
had something very sexy in mind for this evening.
Once the dishes were cleared away, she sat on the couch and stared at the gift he’d brought her.
“Go ahead,” he said as he sat down beside her.
She picked it up and discarded the bow, then pulled away the paper. Inside, she found a black
leather bodysuit that looked like a sexy one piece bathing suit, except it had cutouts over the nipples
and a zipper along the crotch that wound up the lower back. If he opened it, he would have access to
everything.
She gazed at him with wide eyes.
“Why don’t you go put that on?” he suggested with a wicked grin.
She scurried to the bedroom, eager to don the scandalous outfit for him. When she pulled it on,
she peered at herself in the mirror. The legs were cut high and the tag on the zipper glinted in the
light. The underwire bodice pushed her breasts up high, and her nipples peaked out the cutouts. The
outfit made her feel wickedly sexy. A real bad girl!
She grabbed the leather jacket he’d given her from her closet and pulled it on overtop, then she
pulled on her sexiest spike heels, which were the ones she’d been wearing when he’d met her on that
dark, lonely road.
When she stepped back into the living room, he gave her a wolf whistle.
“You look like a sexy biker chick.” He wrapped his arms around her and stroked over the leather
covering her back, then in a swift motion, he pulled the jacket down her arms and twisted it, the
leather pinning her arms behind her back. “But that’s not what I had in mind.”
His gaze lingered on her breasts, which were thrust forward, her exposed nipples peaking from the
leather.
“This evening, you are going to be my love slave. And as part of that, I’m going to bring your
other sexual fantasy to life.”
She gazed at him quizzically. “But the only fantasy I told you about was...” At the slow smile
spreading across his face, her words trailed off.
He couldn’t be serious. Was he really going to bring another man here to make love to her?
“I don’t think so.”
He dropped the jacket to the floor and pulled her into his arms. His lips brushed her temple.
“Don’t worry. It’s just a fantasy.”
“So you don’t really mean to—”
“Shhh. Just trust me.”
Then he released her and grabbed a tall, cushioned stool. She hadn’t noticed it beside the desk.
Then he opened the desk drawer and pulled out a length of robe he’d clearly stashed in there ahead of
time.
“Turn around and face the stool,” he said with authority.
Shivers danced down her spine as she obeyed. He pressed h
er down so she was bent over the stool,
then he wrapped the rope around one of her wrists, threaded the rope through one of the rods at the
base of the stool, then tied her other wrist. He worked the rope around the stool and her wrists until he
was satisfied she was secure. She tried to move her arms, but the binding held her arms firmly against
the legs of the stool and stretched downward toward the floor. She couldn’t stand up, either. She was
well aware of her ass sticking up and out toward Storm.
“Now I’m going to blindfold you.” Storm placed a black cloth over her eyes and tied it behind her
head. His lips played along the back of her neck before she felt his warm body move away.
She felt his fingers glide down her ass, then he reached under her. She heard the zipper unfasten,
and cool air caressed her most intimate places as the fabric parted.
“Are you ready?”
She drew in a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Good. Now wait a moment.”
After a few seconds, she heard the front door open and close. Had Storm gone out?
Or, was it possible Storm had let someone else in? Was there another man here?
“Storm?”
“I’m here, baby.”
He was right behind her.
“Is there someone else here with us?”
He laughed. “Just trust me. Now no more talking. Just enjoy.”
She couldn’t hear footsteps on the carpet, so she couldn’t hear Storm move around. Or the other
man, if there was one.
A big, male hand cupped her breast and squeezed, then his fingertips squeezed the nipple. A
different hand stroked down her back, then over her ass. Both hands slipped away, and she felt the
leather over her backside pulling apart, exposing her fully.
Big fingers glided along her ass, to her folds, which were already slick. Two fingers glided inside
her and she arched toward them.
Storm chuckled. At least, she was pretty sure it was Storm.
To her disappointment, the fingers slid away. A moment later, she felt something warm and hard
press against her lips.
“Open,” Storm commanded.
She opened her lips and something hard slid inside. But it wasn’t the warm, soft skin of a cock.
She realized it was a dildo, though short. It filled her mouth, then she felt a strap being fastened
around her head, which held the dildo in place. It was a special gag.
“Suck on it,” Storm instructed.
She did so, imagining him watching her cheeks hollow. The dildo had the contours of a real
cockhead, and she imagined it being Storm in her mouth.
“I’m going to stroke you now,” Storm warned from behind her.
As his fingers stroked along her slit, she imagined that the cockhead in her mouth belonged to
another man. Storm’s fingers slid inside her canal while she sucked off his friend.
Then Storm’s fingers glided upward, to her ass. His slick fingers toyed with her back opening,
then one finger slowly slid inside.
“Baby, have you done anal before?”
She nodded. Though it hadn’t been her favorite experience and she’d only done it once, she
trusted that Storm would make this time special. And exciting.
He glided a second finger inside, stretching her. She was tense at first, but he kept working on her,
stretching her gently, until she finally relaxed. He seemed quite happy to take all the time in the
world.
“Now you're going to feel a cock slide inside you. But don’t worry. It’s much smaller than mine.”
Oh, God, was it another man?
“Relax, baby. I told you to trust me.”
She drew in a deep breath, then sucked hard on the cock in her mouth. Something hard and slick
pressed against her back opening, and slowly glided inside.
Again, it wasn’t a real cock. It went in a few inches, then stopped.
She finally accepted that there was no other man here. Storm was trying to make the experience as
real as he could for her, allowing her imagination to embrace the situation.
“Is that good, baby?” Storm asked.
She nodded.
He stroked her hair, then glided his hand down her back.
“Now that you’re filled with one cock, I’m going to fill you with another.”
And that didn’t count the one in her mouth, which she continued to suck.
Something brushed against her slick slit. This time it was hot, hard, and definitely a real cock.
Storm’s cock.
It glided slowly inside her. Stretching her. Making her intimately aware of the other cock inside
her, too.
He was so hard and long, it seemed to take forever for his big cock to fill her. But then she felt his
groin against her. A second later, she felt his fingers brush her ass, then a vibration started deep in her
back canal. She murmured against the cock embedded in her mouth.
Storm released the strap around her head and it fell away. She allowed the short cock in her mouth
to fall to the floor as Storm caressed her ass.
“Do you like two cocks inside you?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.”
The vibration in her ass increased, and she moaned.
“Oh, God, it feels so good.”
He reached around and found her nipples, then pinched them. She moaned again.
He grasped her hips and then drew back, his cockhead dragging along her inner passage, driving
her wild. Then he drove deep.
“Oh, God yes.”
The vibrating cock in her ass sent shivers of excitement through her. Storm drew back and thrust
in again. Warmth washed through her limbs and she arched against him.
He kept thrusting into her, filling her again and again.
“Oh, Storm. Oh, yes.”
“Are you going to come, baby?”
Her nerve endings shimmered to life, and heat swelled through her.
“Yes. So soon.”
He thrust faster. She clenched around him. He was so big and powerful inside her, driving her
pleasure higher.
“Oh, God, Storm. You’re making me... I’m going to...”
She lost her hold on sanity and catapulted to a place of pure bliss as intense pleasure erupted
through her. She gasped, then wailed long and loud.
“That’s it, baby. I love hearing you come.”
Then he groaned and thrust deep into her. He erupted inside her with more force than she’d ever
felt before, which vaulted her to an even more intense orgasm.
He rested against her back, his big cock still inside her. His fake friend’s, too. She smiled.
He kissed the back of her neck, then she felt his weight move away. His fingers brushed against
the back of her head, then the blindfold slid away. He crouched down and a moment later, she felt the
ropes holding her arms tight to the stool legs release. Soon he had her unbound and he helped her
stand up.
He scooped her into his arms and she wrapped her hands around his thick neck, then glanced
around and grinned.
“So where’s your friend? Didn’t he want to stay and snuggle.”
He gazed down at her as he carried her to the bedroom.
“Believe me, I won’t allow any man to snuggle you but me.”
“But you will allow him to anal fuck me.”
He grinned. “On my terms only.” He brushed his lips against hers. “And I don’t see that ever
being with anyone other than our little purple silicone friend.”
She grinned. “Or we could branch out and maybe invit
e my longer, bigger blue friend.” She
stroked his raspy cheek. “He could take me from the front, while you take the back.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You are turning into quite the bad girl.” He swooped in for another kiss
before he placed her on the bed. “My sweet little Jess has come a long way.”
She laughed, and stroked his dangling cock. “Speaking of long...”
* * *
Jessica finished wrapping the small box, then tied a metallic red ribbon around it and curled the ends
with scissors. She added a matching bow and smiled at her creation.
Her phone chimed and she glanced at the screen. A text from Storm telling her he was here. She
grabbed the gift and scooted to the entrance, then pressed the button to unlock the door downstairs.
She put the gift on the coffee table and waited in anticipation until she heard his knock at the door,
then she pulled it open.
“Hi.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
“Mmm. Nice greeting.”
She took his hand and led him to the living room. “I have something for you.”
“Oh, what’s this for. I didn’t miss some kind of anniversary, did I? Let’s see, it’s been six weeks
since our first date. Seven if you’re counting from the day we met.”
“No, it’s just because.”
He grinned. “Just because what?”
Her eyes turned misty as she picked up the small gift-wrapped box from the table and handed it to
him. “Because you’re so special. And you mean so much to me.”
His grin faded, and his face turned almost solemn as she took the gift from her. He tugged the
delicate ribbon off with his big fingers, then tore away the gold foil wrapping paper, exposing the
black jewelry box inside. It was the box that had held a Christmas broach she’d bought last year, but
it was the perfect size.
He lifted off the top of the box and stared inside. The key lay nestled in the white cotton inside.
His gaze darted to hers.
“It’s a key to my apartment. You already stay over most of the time and when you come over
before I’m home from work, we have to arrange getting the key to you, so I thought...”—she shrugged
—“that you might like your own. This way, you can come over any time you want and... if you’d like,
you could even move in.”
