Little Red Hot Sauce (The Feminine Mesquite Book 5)

by Sable Sylvan

  “No, they were BDSM sex slaves,” said Savina. “I hired a Dominatrix to teach my sisters some new tricks for their honeymoon if you must know, and the Dominatrix came with her sex slaves.”

  “And you’re saying that these sex slaves were there to do what, just bring you drinks and act as footstools?” asked Mason. “I don’t buy it.”

  “Well, we needed guys to practice stuff on, stuff like—” started Savina.

  “What, handjobs? Blowjobs? Taking it up the ass?” asked Mason.

  “No, you perv. To try things like bondage,” said Savina.

  “Uh-huh, so you expect me to believe that all you did with these guys was tie them up?” asked Mason. “That’s hard to believe. I’m surprised you didn’t bring one of your new boy toys home with you.”

  “I can prove that’s all we did,” said Savina.

  “Can you?” asked Mason, getting close to Savina.

  “Yeah, I can,” said Savina. “But if you wanna see the proof, you’re gonna have to frikkin’ carry me.”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” said Mason. He scooped Savina up and carried her in his firm, strong arms.

  Savina hadn’t expected Mason to go for it. He’d called her frikkin’ bluff! She’d also just given him his first order…and he’d obeyed her. What was it that Janet had told her? Oh yeah. She had to reward her slave with a treat of some kind. What was Savina supposed to do when Mason only had an appetite for her?

  Savina hadn’t been this close to Mason since the night they’d had sex. She’d been close to him at the hot sauce competition, but that was nothing compared to this. She knew the only thing firmer than Mason’s strong biceps was his cock. She knew that his natural scent was not only intoxicating, but it was a sign that he wanted her. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but she could sense that Mason was aroused. With every inhale in, she could feel that he wanted her, and with every exhale out, she had to stop herself from moaning as she felt the spot between her legs get wetter. Mason had held himself back and hadn’t pushed her to have him again, but now, Savina was the one who longed for him more than for anything else in the world. She didn’t know what she wanted but now, at least she could admit that tonight, she wanted him.

  Mason opened Savina’s door and gently placed her on the bed. He sat down on the bed next to her.

  “My bag,” said Savina, pointing to the plain black duffle bag. “Get it for me.”

  Mason got up and put the duffle bag on the bed before sitting on the other side of the bag.

  “Open it,” ordered Savina.

  Mason unzipped the bag.

  “You see? These are all the toys that we got tonight,” explained Savina. “We had to test them on someone.”

  “Really?” asked Mason, holding up a rabbit-style vibrator.

  “We didn’t test out everything,” said Savina, taking the vibe from Mason and putting it back in the bag before pulling out some red silk rope. “But, we did try out this.”

  Savina pulled out a pair of red furry handcuffs. “And these.”

  “And…this,” said Savina, pulling out a red leather flogger.

  “Uh-huh, sure you did,” said Mason. “I bet you don’t know how to use any of those.”

  “Are you challenging me?” asked Savina.

  “I am,” said Mason. “I proved to you where the glitter came from. Now, prove to me you know what the heck you’re doing with these toys.”

  “Oh, I can prove it,” said Savina. “Strip, Mace. Let’s see those bare buns.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Ooh, I guess you really did get Dominatrix lessons after all,” said Mason. “But I’m still not convinced you learned how to use those toys.”

  “Is that so?” asked Savina, crossing her arms. “I don’t think I asked you for sass. I thought I told you to strip down, slave.”

  “Sassy,” said Mason, turning to face Savina. He moved his hips one way and then the other, back and forth in a pendulum motion along his horizontal axis, left to right, as he pulled off his shirt, slowly. At first, it was hot, seeing Mason’s firm, rippling abs, but then Savina saw the mate mark again. The flames hadn’t faded since their tryst, still branded onto Mason’s body. Mason turned, lowered his jeans and kicked them off, before turning to the side so Savina could see him reveal both his bare buns and his thick cock at the same time.

  Mason lowered the back of his black silk boxers first, his cock keeping the front of the boxers up as it swelled with blood and with longing, becoming even harder than it had been before. Mason could see the tell-tale flush of arousal in Savina’s cheeks. They were pink, blushing, and turning redder by the second. Mason’s polar roared. This is what Mason had wanted since the last time he’d lain with Savina, was it not? Mason told his bear that although this is what he wanted, this wasn’t the ultimate thing he desired, but what Mason truly wanted would have to wait for another day, a day that was quickly approaching.

  Mason finally lowered his boxers past his cock, onto his firm thighs, and dropped them, stepping out of them and approaching Savina cock-first.

  “So where do you want’m?” asked Mason.

  “Want what?” asked Savina.

  “This bear’s buns,” said Mason, turning.

  “Over the bed will do,” said Savina. “The safe word is ‘lumberjack.’” She got up and tested the flogger, feeling its weight in her hands. It was made of genuine leather. One side of each of the flogger’s tails was leather, the other, soft suede, but it could pack a sting and leave Mason’s butt red as a rare steak.

  Savina brought the flogger whip up and slammed it down…on the bed, near Mason’s arms. Then, Savina brought the flogger back up, bringing it down hard and fast until she got halfway between her starting point and Mason’s back. Then, she stopped moving the flogger as quickly, lowering it slightly so as to let the tails of the flogger tickle and tingle the nerves on Mason’s back.

  “I guess you did learn some fancy tricks tonight,” said Mason.

  “Silence, slave,” ordered Savina. “I’m not paying you to talk.”

  “You’re not paying me at all,” joked Mason.

  Savina pulled her instrument of torture back up and brought it down, hard this time, straight against Mason’s bare buns. She moved her arm in a circular motion so that as soon as the flogger’s tails had left Mason’s butt, they were back in the air, ready to come back down on his reddening ass, an ass so firm it only slightly quivered when whipped.

  Savina put down the flogger. She took one of Mason’s butt cheeks in her hand and ran her fingers over the lines of the other. It was a motion that, normally, could’ve been pleasurable, but because the area had been flogged, it hurt a bit, not enough for Mason to ask Savina to stop, but enough to make Mason wince from the pain and moan a little from the sick pleasure.

  “Oh, you like this?” asked Savina. “The pain turns you on?”

  “Seeing you let out your fiery side always turns me on,” said Mason. “What can I do to turn you on?”

  “You already have,” admitted Savina. “I want you, Mason. I want you so bad.”

  “But you promised to prove to me that you learned a thing or two about bondage,” said Mason. “Aren’t you going to show me the ropes?”

  “You want that?” asked Savina.

  “Of course I want that,” asked Mason. “I’d rather you bind me than some stranger. Consider it…extra practice.”

  “I’d rather bind you than some stranger, too,” said Savina. She reached for the red silk rope again. The rope was surprisingly strong, made of spider shifter’s silk, dyed with exotic plant-based dyes that gave the rope a sensual, fresh scent. She undid the corded rope, turning the tightly bound coil into a loose length that she could use to bind Mason.

  “Hands behind your back,” ordered Savina.

  Mason put his hands behind his back. Savina moved his wrists, so they were on top of each other. Then, she changed her mind and grabbed the red fur handcuffs.

  “Up,”
ordered Savina.

  She helped Mason to his feet and had him sit down on her chair. Then she grabbed the cuffs again. She put them on Mason’s wrist, attaching one wrist to the chair’s arm. She then used the rope to bind his other wrist to the arms of the chair, tying the knots tightly but not to the point they’d cut off his circulation, and spread his ankles. She pulled a black metal spreader bar out of the duffle bag and some black and red leather ankle cuffs. She put the cuffs on Mason’s ankles and attached the cuffs to a spreader bar that forced Mason to keep his legs open because it amused her.

  “There you go,” said Savina.

  “What do you want me to do now?” asked Mason.

  “Let’s see how well you can handle these curves while you’re bound,” said Savina. “If you can last through this blowjob before my mouth hurts, I’ll untie you…and let you switch places with me and use me as your toy.”

  “Oh, you’re on,” said Mason.

  There was one last thing Savina needed. She grabbed the blindfold mask out of the bag and put it on Mason before she got to work.

  Savina got down on her knees and took Mason’s cock in her hands. She rubbed it up and down in her hands. She hadn’t felt it in what seemed like ages. It was as thick and meaty as she imagined. She licked her lips, not just because it looked delicious, but because she knew there was no frikkin’ way that thing could make it past her lips dry. She started out just licking the tip while rubbing the shaft, but soon, Savina was taking nearly half of his full length into her. He’d stopped expanding and was rock hard, too much for her to take all the way down her throat.

  Savina looked up at Mason, trying to gauge his reaction to her licks. Even though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could see that he was biting his lower lip, letting out small gasps and then longer, louder moans. Maybe she should’ve put a ball gag in him too for good measure, but Savina was the only one with a ball in her mouth that night, two, in fact, back and forth, sucking gently at Mason’s orbs while Mason’s cock spurted in her hands.

  The cock only let out a few pumps of precum, though. It wasn’t anything like Mason’s big, thick, hot loads of white heat. It was clear and slick and didn’t count, and Savina felt her mouth starting to lock up.

  Savina stopped using her mouth for a few minutes.

  “You’re tired already?” asked Mason.

  “I’m just taking a breather,” lied Savina.

  “Are you, now?” asked Mason.

  Savina reached up and pinched Mason’s nipples, twisting them slightly before going back to licking at his cock, but within a few seconds, she had to admit it to him.

  “Yeah, you win this round,” said Savina.

  “Good, because I was so close to cumming,” said Mason.

  Savina took off Mason’s ankle cuffs and spreader bar first. Then she undid the handcuff, before slowly and steadily undoing the ropes, and finally, going to take off Mason’s eye mask.

  “Come on, you can do better ropework than that,” said Mason. “Even I can do better.”

  “Oh yeah?” asked Savina. “Prove it.”

  “Bend over,” ordered Mason.

  “Make me,” said Savina.

  Mason lifted Savina up and carried her to the bed. He took the rope with them and put her down on the bed gently before examining the rope. He grabbed another coil of rope, this one rougher and black, out of the bag. He had Savina put her knees up, so her calves and thighs were touching, and then he bound the calves to the thighs, using the red rope on one leg, black on the other.

  “Okay, that is pretty cool,” admitted Savina.

  “Oh, baby, things aren’t cooling down,” said Mason. “They’re just about to get hotter.”

  Mason went into the bag and figured out what toys the gals had learned about. There were many items, but the three that caught his eye were the rabbit vibrator, a butt plug with a vibrator unit that buzzed when he turned it on, and a cock ring with a vibe.

  “I guess things are gonna get electric,” said Savina.

  “You bet your ass they will,” said Mason, slipping the cock ring on to his cock but not turning the vibe on quite yet. The cock ring would help him maintain an erection while he focused his attentions on Savina. He took the rabbit vibrator and turned it on. The toy automatically rotated or thrusted depending on what settings the user chose. Mason chose to have it rotate while he aimed the rabbit-style tip so that it would be tickling at Savina’s clit.

  “Wow, I’m so thrilled,” said Savina, but she couldn’t deny to herself that her pussy was taking more and more of the toy in as it turned and twirled inside of her.

  “Shut up and let me love you,” said Mason, leaning down to kiss Savina while he moved the toy in and out of her, kissing her and feeling her hunger for him with every suck of her lips and push of her tongue against his.

  Savina had never received this kind of naughty attention from anyone before. She was surprised when the toy turned so that the rabbit ears were twitching against her rosebud.

  “I think the toy got rotated by accident,” whispered Savina with a giggle.

  “That’s no accident,” said Mason. “I gotta get you ready if I’m gonna put that plug in you.”

  “But…are you sure I can take it?” asked Savina. “Can I really have that inside me and take you at the same time?”

  “I saw a bottle of lube in that bag,” said Mason. “Trust me. Your curves can handle this heat.” Mason turned the cock ring on and started rubbing the vibrating base of his cock against Savina’s clit, making sure she stayed nice and wet for him while he made out with her, his cock rubbing against her mons, as he rocked his body over hers and rocked her world.

  Savina felt herself relax down there and whispered to Mason, “I think I’m ready.” Mason got up, and Savina held the vibe in place while Mason lubed up the plug and turned it on. Mason teased Savina’s lower entrance with both the rabbit ears and the tip of the plug until Savina’s body let the plug in.

  “Oh, Mason,” moaned Savina as she felt her lower body become filled with the strange sensation of the butt plug, which both filled her and was massaging her from the inside.

  “Does it hurt, my love?” asked Mason.

  “In the best way,” said Savina. “I love this. It feels so good. Are you really going to be able to fit inside of me?”

  “Is that your way of asking me to do you, right here, right now?” asked Mason.

  “Please, Mason, you know I need it,” said Savina. “Please don’t torture me.”

  “Well, you did say please,” said Mason. He took the toy out of Savina, turned it off, and tossed it aside. He felt inside of Savina’s honeypot and found that she was quite moist. He could feel the butt plug on the other side of her pleasure canal.

  “You won’t be needing lube,” promised Mason. He put three fingers inside Savina, twirled them to capture her juices like a honey dipper in a jar of honey, and pressed her sweet feminine juices against his shaft, lubing it up.

  Savina already felt full down there from the vibrating butt plug that filled her other canal. The sensation was odd but pleasurable. Her body was no longer trying to reject the strange object. The only question was, would her body let Mason in, or was she too full down there to take anything else?

  Mason entered Savina and felt the plug on the other side of her canal’s thin but stretchy and durable membrane. Savina was wet and wanting, the proof of that on his cock, lubed up with her juices. Savina felt tighter than she ever did before, as the plug filled the space parallel to her canal, so getting inside of her was going to take patience. Mason let himself into his fated mate, inch by inch, slowly, running his fingers over her luscious curves as he entered her honeypot.

  “Stop that,” said Savina, embarrassed, slapping Mason’s hands.

  “Do you really want me to stop?” asked Mason.

  “No,” admitted Savina. “It’s just…weird, y’know?”

  “Weird?” asked Mason. He had finally entered Savina with the entirety of h
is shaft, the head of his cock near the end of her canal. Savina’s pussy was able to take more than just his full length, as he had made sure to arouse her fully before each of their encounters. Now, just as he became rock-hard whenever the possibility of sex with Savina arose, Savina’s body had started to prepare itself to take Mason’s fullness whenever it detected that Savina and Mason might find themselves between the sheets, shifting into the beast with two backs.

  “I’m still not used to receiving that kind of attention from you,” said Savina.

  “You better get used to it,” said Mason. “You know the safe word, Savina. If you really want me to stop, tell me, but while your mouth is saying one thing, your body is saying a-whole-nother thing.” Mason stroked Savina’s full hips, feeling her fertile curves with the palms of his hands and stroking the soft skin with his fingertips.

  “You’re right,” said Savina. “I want this, Mason. I want you.” Savina reached up and pulled Mason close to her,

  Mason reached down before his torso was fully against Savina’s and turned the cock ring on. It started to buzz, right against Savina’s clit. Savina’s legs tried to clench up, the pleasure so sudden and powerful that it was painful, but as her legs were bound, all she could do was press her thighs against Mason’s waist. Mason, feeling Savina clench even though her petals were wrapping around him even more strongly, pushed her legs apart with his hands before leaning into the kiss. Mason kept Savina’s legs spread as he entered Savina, over and over, so that her clit was at all times exposed to the vibrator on his cock so that the little nub would grow and glisten with arousal as Mason’s cock spread Savina’s juice all over her nether regions.

  “Gosh, you smell delicious,” said Mason.

  “Oh no,” said Savina sarcastically. “Do I have to worry about getting eaten up by the big, bad wolf?”

  “Yes, you definitely have to,” said Mason. “You know you look ravishing in that red hoodie of yours, Savina. So comfortable, so confident, so sexy. Let’s see what’s in your basket of treats.”