Unraveled- 8 Delicious Tale of Passion

by Fawkes, Sara

  Spiderman pajamas, barefoot, his hair sticking up all over and rubbing his teary eyes.

  “She’s not in the room?”

  He shakes his head.

  “Why don’t you show me?” I take his hand and he leads me back down the path toward the guest

  lodge. They’re staying in the first room on the corner. Number one, two doors down from Connor’s

  room. I glance longingly in that direction.

  Once inside, I find Stacey isn’t there so I take Alex to the separate bedroom and tuck him back

  into his bed. “Your mom’s probably gone down to the Big House for something to eat. I’ll go find her

  and bring her back, okay?”

  He nods, his lip still quivering. I’m tempted to kiss the top of his head, but decide to rub his hair

  before heading for the door. I don’t know what it is about kids that makes them seem so much younger

  at night. Gone is the rough and tumble little boy and in his place is a scared, vulnerable little kid.

  “Tessa...?”

  “Don’t worry,” I say from the door. “Your mom will be right back. And, if you really get scared,

  Connor’s room is only two doors down? He’s in number three. Okay?”

  Alex’s eyes light up and I wonder if he’s going to pay Connor a visit even though he doesn’t look

  that scared anymore.

  I don’t know what makes me think Stacey’s in the Big House, but that’s where I go. The door is

  open but the mess hall is dark. There are a couple of people in the lounge, drinking and sitting by the

  indoor fire, but Stacey isn’t among them.

  I go down the long hall, past the offices, to the very end. This is Wade’s domain. I can feel him in

  the wood paneling as if his essence has been absorbed by the walls. My skin prickles as I stand in front

  of the large double doors at the end. I swallow, then knock.

  There’s no answer.

  I knock again. Still nothing.

  Hmm.

  Making my way back down the hall, I pop into the lounge and the men turn when they hear me

  enter.

  “Has anyone seen Stacey?”

  A guy named Al, says, “Last I saw her, she was out by the corral, talking to Wade.”

  A weird itching sensation creeps around my neck and down my throat. What is it? It feels

  suspiciously like jealousy. Why the hell should I be jealous? I don’t do jealous. Normally. Not to

  mention, I’ve been lusting after two men. Pretty greedy if you ask me. But whatever it is that has

  settled in my stomach, burning the lining, sure as hell feels like jealousy. It’s not good.

  I make my way across the yard toward the barn and corral. There’re big overhead lights

  illuminating the way and sure enough I recognize the outline of two people standing with their backs

  to me, leaning on the corral fence. Their voices carry on the evening air.

  “That pretty much sums it up,” I overhear Wade say.

  “Wow. Alex will love to hear all about it.”

  “Is he asleep?”

  “Fast asleep. He’s had a big day.”

  “You must be tired too.”

  “Not too tired.”

  They’re quiet and I figure now is the time to make my presence known but then Stacey turns

  toward Wade and says, “Will you do me a favor?” She looks up at him and I know what’s coming

  before she says it. “Will you kiss me?”

  “Stacey...”

  “Please. Just a kiss.”

  “Stacey, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

  “Why? What’s wrong? Don’t you like me?”

  “Of course I like you.”

  “Then why won’t you kiss me? That’s all I want. One kiss.”

  He touches her cheek in this gentle way that dissolves all the acid eating away at my stomach. If it

  wasn’t for Alex being awake in his room, I would leave the two of them alone. Gladly. Stacey needs

  Wade. She needs his touch, his attention, all of him. She needs him way more than I do. She deserves

  him.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t get involved with guests,” Wade says quietly. “Please understand.”

  She sniffs. “Is that true?”

  “Yes.”

  “What about Tessa?”

  “What about her?”

  Oh, God. If I could disappear, I would. But I can’t, so I stand there quietly, listening to a

  conversation I shouldn’t be listening to.

  “I bet if it were Tessa here, things would be different. You’d kiss her.”

  “Look—”

  Oh shit! “Stacey!” I call as I jog toward them.

  Both of them turn at the sound of my approach.

  “I’ve just come from your room,” I say, out of breath, pretending I’ve just run the whole way from

  the guest lodge and not been standing in the shadows listening to a private conversation. “Alex is

  awake. He was outside and crying. I put him back to bed but he’s asking for you.”

  “Oh my God!” Stacey covers her face.

  “It’s okay,” I say. “He’s totally fine. Don’t panic.”

  “I’m the worst mother.”

  I quickly step up and give her a hug. “No you’re not. You’re an awesome mom.”

  “No,” she wails, shaking her head.

  Rubbing her back, I whisper, “Alex is in bed. Safe and sound.”

  “But I left him.” She chokes on a sob. “Who does that?”

  “Don’t beat yourself up because you need time for yourself too,” I whisper. “At the end of all this,

  what do you think Alex is going to remember? That he woke up scared one night or that he had the

  best weekend of his life hanging out with real cowboys?”

  She shakes her head, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She looks up at Wade. “I’m sorry. I—”

  “Don’t be,” Wade says softly. “Can I walk you back to your room?” He makes a move to take her

  elbow but she pulls away.

  With a brisk shake of her head, she says, “No. I’m fine. I’ve got to go.” Turning to me, she gives

  my hand a quick squeeze. “Thank you, Tessa.”

  I squeeze back.

  Wade and I watch her hurry along the path to the guest lodge. It’s not until she’s out of earshot

  that he turns to me. “How much did you overhear?”

  “Pretty much everything.”

  He looks down at me. All I can see is the lower half of his face. The severe line of his lips, the

  rigid cut of his jaw. “What are you doing here, Tessa?”

  “You know what I’m doing here.”

  His lips press together. I can’t see his eyes but I know he’s watching me with that intense stare of

  his. “You sure you want this?” he whispers. “Because once we start, there’s no going back.”

  “I’m sure.”

  He inhales deeply. “Thank God.” His exhale sounds like a groan. “Because I want to fuck you so

  bad it hurts.”

  Chapter Ten - Wade

  “Take off your clothes.”

  Wade’s sitting in a big easy chair in his bedroom, which is more like a suite than a room. There’s a

  massive stone fireplace on the main wall opposite to where he’s sitting. It’s flanked by overstuffed

  book-cases and a few feet away from his chair is his king sized bed covered with a handmade star

  quilt. The floor is strewn with sheepskin and cowhide rugs, and the western wall is made up of floor to

  ceiling windows overlooking the ranch and the Rocky Mountains beyond. Though it’s too dark to see

  the view right now and the blinds are drawn. There’s some quiet music playing in the background.

  Everything from Faith Hill to jazz, I wonder if it’s
Wade’s seduction playlist.

  “Did you hear me? Take off your clothes.”

  Once I’m done checking out his bedroom, I turn to face him. “Bossy,” I say.

  “You haven’t met bossy yet, sweetheart.”

  With a smile, I slowly unbutton my western style shirt, button by button, yanking on my shirt tails

  until they’re free of my jeans. “Thanks for washing my jeans, by the way.”

  “No talking unless I ask you a question.” As an afterthought, he says, “You’re welcome, by the

  way.”

  I suppress my smile. Holy hell, this is going to be fun. I haven’t been with such a blatant dominant

  in a long time. Not that I’m a sub by nature, but every once in a while, with the right partner, there’s

  nothing more exciting than being told what to do and how to do it. My nipples tighten and my clit

  tingles in glorious anticipation while I unbuckle my belt and undo the fly of my jeans.

  “Turn around.”

  “Huh?”

  “Turn around. I want to see your ass as you bend down to remove your jeans.”

  I turn so my back is to him and slowly peel my snug denims down my legs, bending at the waist,

  thrusting my ass in the air.

  “Fucking hell,” Wade groans.

  I do a subtle weave of my hips—side to side—hoping to entice him with the way the electric blue

  G-string slashes my ass in half, wanting to move the man to action. I’ve been around enough

  dominants to know that they like to draw out the foreplay for as long as possible, remaining dressed

  while their subs are naked, withholding their own pleasure and stimulation while they stimulate their

  sub. I’m too impatient for that. I want pleasure, for both of us, now—his cock, his tongue, his hands,

  all of it, on me, in me—even though I know the longer those things are denied the better it’s going to

  feel when I finally get them.

  “You like to show off that pretty ass of yours, don’t you?”

  Stepping out of my jeans, I stand and glance over my shoulder. “Maybe.” Wade’s eyes are

  gleaming with unabashed wickedness, like he’s an angry god sent to punish the mortals for their sins

  and like he’s going to enjoy it. Way too much.

  I suck in a breath and look away from the wrath of his gaze.

  “I like your ass too,” he says in a low voice. “I’m going to focus a lot of time there.”

  My pussy clenches at his statement and what it implies. A spanking.

  “Come here.”

  I walk slowly toward him, wearing only my bra and panties. He looks me up and down from face

  to toes and back up, his eyes lingering at the blue triangle between my legs and my breasts.

  “Take off your bra.”

  Reaching around behind me, I unclasp it and let the shoulder straps slip down before dropping the

  whole thing to the floor.

  “Touch your tits.”

  I cup my breasts from beneath, lifting them and playing with my nipples.

  “Keep your eyes open, Tessa. If you close them again, you’re going to pay. Do you understand?”

  I lick my lips. Hot damn. I’m tempted to close my eyes right now because I want to get this party

  started!

  As if reading my mind, Wade says, “And if you do it on purpose, I’m going to withhold my cock

  from you.” His eyes flicker like he’s daring me. “I don’t think you’d like that, would you?”

  “Bastard,” I whisper.

  “Siren,” he retorts. “Come closer. Good. Now, down on your knees.”

  I’m situated right between his legs. He’s sitting there so casual, as if watching a movie or having a

  mundane conversation. But there’s a heat emanating off of him that confirms his arousal. That and the

  enormous bulge behind his fly.

  “Eyes up here, Tessa.”

  I raise my gaze as I continue to play with my breasts, squeezing and fondling, rubbing my nipples

  into hard points. I’m tempted to bend closer and rub myself against his knees, letting the denim

  stimulate my nipples, but I doubt he’d permit that.

  He’d probably punish me for it.

  The mere thought of punishment at his hands has me rubbing my thighs together, creating glorious

  friction where I need it most. My eyelids start to droop as I get into the sensation of my hands on my

  chest and my thighs against one another. The sound of my increased breathing becomes hypnotic and I

  arch as my lids slide closed.

  “Pinch your nipples. Pinch them hard.”

  I do as he asks, pinching my nipples and grimacing a little, the pain forcing my eyes open.

  “Let me see.”

  I lean closer, presenting my breasts to him like they’re baked goods at the county fair.

  “Come up here. I need to taste you.”

  I wish I could say I slink up his legs with slow, sexy movements. But I’m too excited. I clamber up

  onto his lap, like an eager puppy. The chair’s so big, there’s plenty of room for me to sit on him and I

  gyrate my nearly naked pussy against that magnificent bulge behind his fly.

  With hands on my waist, he moans while simultaneously lifting me up. He gives my ass a quick,

  sharp smack then slips his hands up my back and pulls my chest closer to his face. “You shouldn’t

  have done that.” His eyes are hidden from view because he’s focusing on my breasts.

  As if I weigh nothing, he wraps his hands around my rib cage and pulls me into position, latching

  onto my left nipple. His mouth is greedy and harsh, his teeth unapologetically grazing my skin, biting

  and sucking without mercy. I thread my fingers through his thick hair and hold on, gasping at the

  perfect contradiction between the soft warmth of his mouth and the painful pull of his teeth.

  “So beautiful,” he sighs, moving to my right breast. “So pretty.” He administers the same mixture

  of pleasure to that nipple and I cry out in stark arousal.

  His hold slackens, as he runs his hands up and down my back. Without thinking, I drop down to his

  lap again, spreading my legs wide, grinding fiercely against him. At first when his hips move beneath

  mine, lifting up and down in a fucking motion, I think he’s going to let me continue.

  I should know better.

  He lifts me off him, staring up at me with a heady mixture of power, raw need and displeasure.

  “What did I say?” he rasps out.

  “I-I can’t remember.” I shake my head, too aroused to think. Too aroused to care. I slip a hand

  down between my legs and rub my poor neglected pussy.

  He snatches my hand away, holding it in a death grip. “Did I tell you to do that?”

  I shake my head.

  “You do only as I say, do you understand?”

  I nod.

  His nostrils flare and his jaw forms a taut line as he regards me. “You’re going to be the death of

  me, you know that?”

  “Not before you put that cock of yours inside of me.”

  “Impertinent.” He tilts his head as he regards me. “Turn around.”

  “Huh?”

  “I want you to turn around and face the fireplace.” He pats the wide arms of the chair. “Kneel on

  the arms. Your ass is mine.”

  I move and he helps, placing my hands so that they’re between his parted legs and I’m holding on

  to the edge. I can feel his hot breath on my pussy, he’s that close and I’m that exposed.

  “You’re going to pay for your impatience. Do you understand?”

  I whimper in excitement.

  “God, Tess,” his tone changes as he grabs my right cheek. “You a
re way too horny for your own

  good, do you know that?”

  “Yes,” I gasp as his thumb plunges without warning into my weeping pussy.

  “You’re so fucking wet.”

  “Yes.” I waggle my ass, arching into his touch.

  Smack.

  I jerk under the sharp sting of his hand against my butt cheek.

  “Hold still.”

  Is he kidding me? As if that’s even possible. My ass is singing from the warmth of his hand and

  the tension in my belly makes it impossible for me to hold still.

  Oh, God! I cry out as he slides more fingers into me. The string of my panties pulls tight around

  his fingers, creating delicious pressure against my clit. I moan and writhe trying to increase the

  friction.

  “Insatiable,” he growls, grasping my hips and holding me still. “Is this what you want?” For one

  delicious second, Wade fucks my pussy with his tongue. There’s no licking, no sucking, his tongue

  simply plunges in and out of me, again and again.

  “Yes!”

  He pulls away and slaps my ass for a third time.

  Oh, God!

  His fingers dig into my hip bones as I wriggle my butt, asking—no—begging for another spank or

  for more of his tongue...or both. I don’t care.

  “There’s only one thing to do with you,” he says.

  “Fuck me?”

  With one hand he covers my moist heat. Of course I use the opportunity to move against him. He

  stops my by pinching my clit.

  “I’m going to have to restrain you. Now, get up.”

  I’m tempted to tell him ‘ no.’ Or, better yet, ‘ go fuck yourself’. Or, even better, ‘ fuck me’. But I don’t. I know how to play this game and despite my sexual frustration, I absolutely love it.

  With his hands on my hips guiding me, I move awkwardly from my position until I’m standing in

  front of him. Wade’s face is flushed and he’s got a couple more buttons undone on his shirt, revealing

  a lovely patch of hair on his chest. Holy shit, do I want to touch. Touch, kiss, suck, lick...you name it,

  that’s what I want.

  But it’s sweet punishment Wade has in store and I want that too.

  “Take off your panties.”

  With a twist of my hips, I slip the barely-there garment down my legs and step out of them.

  “Do you always keep your pussy bare?”

  “Yes.” Without doing it intentionally, I pet the skin of my mound, loving the bare, naked feel of it.