with lust when she saw him, only filling him with alpha pride.
"Take in your fill now."
Comprehension was slow, but frightening when she came to light right before Thomas pulled the blindfold over her eyes. Instinctively she reached up to stop him, but Richard was there to catch her hands and wrapped them in a silk rope, suspending from the ceiling. Her fight was little and soon surrendered.
"Do you remember the word?"
A crease in her brow told him that she was afraid of the word and what it meant.
"You needn't say it." He smirked. "A simple yes or no will suffice."
Nodding in anticipation, she finally told him a defined yes. Licking her lips, he rewarded her with a deep penetrating kiss. Their tongues wrapped over themselves, fighting for the closest and tightest link. There were no flowers or chocolates to this kiss; it was all heated passion and sex in its most basic and earthly form.
Then, just as quickly as it began, he ripped his lips away from her and her hands were thrust over her head, pulled tight by the velvet rope that bound her wrists. Thomas wrapped another end line to one of her ankles and sent her leg up in the air when he pulled another line. Her hands and foot were now above her head and her chest was presented out in a glorious display. She was a goddess offering, ready to sacrifice.
Palming one breast in hand, Richard walked around his obsession, pinching and kneading her red tender and very erect nipple. A cry escaped her lips, and she was answered with a quick swat to one butt cheek that awakened an all new array of senses while a blush darkened her face. She was still so innocent but so eager that he couldn't wait any longer, she was driving him to the brink of madness.
Nodding to Thomas, his friend released him from the confines of his pants. Giving his very erect cock a few quick strokes before rolling on the condom, Richard leaned his head back to allow Thomas a few kisses and nips of him. As lovers, they had almost killed each other, but as friends they were a sexually charged team able to bring any woman's most secret and darkest fantasy to life...only Tosh was not just any woman.
Heated from her blindfold, Tosh was falling into an abyss of passion, her skin was on fire and her senses were alive. Giving up her fight for control had been the easy part, but surrendering into an unending bout of pleasure was beyond her capability. Dripping wet, her pussy was aching for something more than the teasing release of Mr. Thomas' tongue. She needed her master’s cock, and she was about to go mad waiting for it. Strong hands now possessed her, and she was tied up like a side of meat unable to defend herself or return her part in all of this play. She was left to their mastering.
"Tosh," his velvet voice whispered into her ear and his breath washed over her hot skin. "It’s ten pm and you’re off the clock."
Slamming into her, balls deep, she gasped from his force. Her leg stretched up along her torso, opening her up for him to bang her harder, faster, and deeper than any man had ever gone. Her insides were ablaze with her crescendo of a climax throbbing through her body, and he was not much farther behind. Mr. Richard was no longer just her boss and Master, he was a sexual god, and now she was his offering.
Chapter 9
Dawn came too soon. Sunlight pierced through the gaps in the half closed blinds and shot at Tosh's eyes like arrows, blinding her. Rolling over to face the shadowed corner, she found herself minus two. The bedding was rumpled and telling dips in the sheet told of the trio’s night before.
On the side table with a day worn pair of sweats and top that he had so carefully removed from her the night before, Tosh found a note addressed to her.
Postulant,
There’s fresh coffee awaiting you after you have taken a nice hot shower. It pains me that I’m not there this morning to watch you wake but duty calls. With luck, I shall be there to help rinse the soap off your
"Take in your fill now."
Comprehension was slow, but frightening when she came to light right before Thomas pulled the blindfold over her eyes. Instinctively she reached up to stop him, but Richard was there to catch her hands and wrapped them in a silk rope, suspending from the ceiling. Her fight was little and soon surrendered.
"Do you remember the word?"
A crease in her brow told him that she was afraid of the word and what it meant.
"You needn't say it." He smirked. "A simple yes or no will suffice."
Nodding in anticipation, she finally told him a defined yes. Licking her lips, he rewarded her with a deep penetrating kiss. Their tongues wrapped over themselves, fighting for the closest and tightest link. There were no flowers or chocolates to this kiss; it was all heated passion and sex in its most basic and earthly form.
Then, just as quickly as it began, he ripped his lips away from her and her hands were thrust over her head, pulled tight by the velvet rope that bound her wrists. Thomas wrapped another end line to one of her ankles and sent her leg up in the air when he pulled another line. Her hands and foot were now above her head and her chest was presented out in a glorious display. She was a goddess offering, ready to sacrifice.
Palming one breast in hand, Richard walked around his obsession, pinching and kneading her red tender and very erect nipple. A cry escaped her lips, and she was answered with a quick swat to one butt cheek that awakened an all new array of senses while a blush darkened her face. She was still so innocent but so eager that he couldn't wait any longer, she was driving him to the brink of madness.
Nodding to Thomas, his friend released him from the confines of his pants. Giving his very erect cock a few quick strokes before rolling on the condom, Richard leaned his head back to allow Thomas a few kisses and nips of him. As lovers, they had almost killed each other, but as friends they were a sexually charged team able to bring any woman's most secret and darkest fantasy to life...only Tosh was not just any woman.
Heated from her blindfold, Tosh was falling into an abyss of passion, her skin was on fire and her senses were alive. Giving up her fight for control had been the easy part, but surrendering into an unending bout of pleasure was beyond her capability. Dripping wet, her pussy was aching for something more than the teasing release of Mr. Thomas' tongue. She needed her master’s cock, and she was about to go mad waiting for it. Strong hands now possessed her, and she was tied up like a side of meat unable to defend herself or return her part in all of this play. She was left to their mastering.
"Tosh," his velvet voice whispered into her ear and his breath washed over her hot skin. "It’s ten pm and you’re off the clock."
Slamming into her, balls deep, she gasped from his force. Her leg stretched up along her torso, opening her up for him to bang her harder, faster, and deeper than any man had ever gone. Her insides were ablaze with her crescendo of a climax throbbing through her body, and he was not much farther behind. Mr. Richard was no longer just her boss and Master, he was a sexual god, and now she was his offering.
Chapter 9
Dawn came too soon. Sunlight pierced through the gaps in the half closed blinds and shot at Tosh's eyes like arrows, blinding her. Rolling over to face the shadowed corner, she found herself minus two. The bedding was rumpled and telling dips in the sheet told of the trio’s night before.
On the side table with a day worn pair of sweats and top that he had so carefully removed from her the night before, Tosh found a note addressed to her.
Postulant,
There’s fresh coffee awaiting you after you have taken a nice hot shower. It pains me that I’m not there this morning to watch you wake but duty calls. With luck, I shall be there to help rinse the soap off your
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