Raven was lying down before the content of her sentence made sense to him. “What do you mean?”“Mean?” She unzipped her handbag and drew out several lengths of brightly coloured rope, laying them out onto his chest. He managed to swallow the moan that wanted to fight its way free, the weight of the ropes against his chest making his pulse spike and his balls draw up tight.Shadow’s eyes met his, and instead of mockery, there was empathy.He wasn’t sure he wanted to repeat the question.She took one of his hands and began to wind the rope around it expertly, firm, but not too tight, looping the rope around the wrought iron bar at the top edge of his bed. She was going to bind him spread eagled on his own bed, he thought watching, hypnotised, as she wound the rope around his other wrist. And, damned if he didn’t want her to do so, with a desperate craving that threatened to undo him.“I think Raven likes to be tied down,” she murmured, trailing her finger down the centreline of his ches
He woke wrapped around her. She was all soft curves and skin against his and, damn, if he didn’t want to f–k her again. The bedroom door was open, and he could hear the TV. A game, he thought. The suspicion was confirmed when he heard Shadow’s voice raised in complaint: “No, what the f–k are you doing, Nate?”“He missed the game on the weekend,” Vixen murmured surprising him. He wondered how she had know he was awake. Had she been awake whilst he slept? He flushed, but there was a pleasure with the embarrassment, that she would lay awake and let him sleep holding her. “And he is watching a replay. He already knows the results, so you would think that he would be a little less surprised.”“Do you ever just do vanilla?” He wondered. The mask had slipped off in his little nap and was around his neck. He pulled it off and discarded it.She produced a condom from her bra. “Try me, stud.”“I prefer bareback,” he complained as he tore the packaging open and rolled the condom down himself.“W
Her favourite part about reading to Gregory, was how contrasted the content of the ebooks were to the surroundings in which they were read.The ceilings throughout the house were high and coffered in many of the rooms, and the windows generously proportioned deeply set and dressed in draping fabrics over sheer. The rugs laid over the hardwood floor were all rich in colour and luxurious in texture.Gregory leaned towards dark wood in his décor style, and she knew little about wood (of that type), but she imagined that no expense had been spared. All the furniture had that detailing that spoke of money spent, from the curve of the legs to the ornate carving on the back rests. Vintage expensive, she thought. She knew enough to recognise the floral pattern on the tea set that she served Gregory’s tea from and knew that the setting probably cost more than she had earned in a year prior to meeting him and was detailed in real gold.Gregory lay back on the cushions of his bed. He was too th
On Tuesday, Raven sat through a blood test, scowling, and wondering what the f–k was wrong with his head that he would give blood in order to give the woman he wanted to f–k bare-backed a piece of paper. He was not the one engaged in risky lifestyle factors. Ticking the sheet that the GP had given him, his pen hovered over: Engaged in anal sex? and Multiple partners?Shit, he closed his eyes, pushing back at the desire that curled its way out from the secret corners of his soul and begged for his attention. No, he answered to both, and felt that he lied, but there wasn’t a “think it is highly likely” option on the sheet.On Thursday, he sms’d her a screen shot of the page from his email account that said he was all clear, but to repeat in six weeks if he had engaged in risky behaviours. After fifteen minutes, she sent him back two screen shots, one for Gabriel last name redacted, and the other Temperance Patience Lawrence.He had feeling that her parents would get along with his, and
Raven turned and strode quickly to catch up. There was no drag on the leash, Shadow kept pace with him easily. Vixen did not glance behind, pausing by the heavy-set bouncers to pay the cover-charge. The bouncers opened the door for her, and Raven felt the heat and pulse of the main chamber wash over him. There was a scent to the space, he thought, that he might not have realised the first time. It smelt like sex, hormones and come. The scent made his pulse pick up, and the leather of his g string to feel confining. Vixen turned away from the VIP area, strolling casually around the booths, curtained or un-curtained as the occupants preferred. “Mistress Vixen,” a woman with an impressively blunt fringe and her hair scraped painfully back into a ponytail greeted her. She was clad in vinyl from jaw to crotch, in a severely form fitting jumpsuit that stretched to loops over her middle fingers. She played with a black leather belt, stroking it between her fingers. “Your new sub is pretty.
“This is your place?” Raven was not sure what he expected, but the warehouse where he had tracked the car to previously was both appropriate and unexpected. Where would a punk rock chick live after all? He could not imagine her in a neat and tidy suburban house with a manicured lawn, nor in a tight, barren apartment like his. Both Vixen and Shadow laughed as she activated the garage door and drove them down into the bowels of the building. “Holy shit,” Raven breathed as the lights came on. There had to be over fifty cars, in various states around this level. He could see a spray-booth in a corner, and stacked toolboxes, all sorts of equipment for washing and detailing, even a little office tucked away with glass windows. “It is a chop shop.” “No, we are legit,” Vixen parked the Ferrari next to another that was half red-half black with a sexy fade in between. He saw the customised yellow 4WD drive a few cars down. “We customise cars. The band, that is, in between gigs and rehearsals
“I think we will blindfold you again,” she decided. “As nice as it is for you to see everything, it could lead to some anxiety, and we want you nice and relaxed, so,” she picked up the mask from along his side and trailed it up his ribs, causing him to draw in a sharp breath. She leaned over and kissed him as she drew it over his eyes. As he had done the last time, he closed his eyes within the covering. The blindfold did help. It should have made him anxious, he thought, not to be able to see, whilst tied down to a bed, but being blindfolded and bound gave both distance from and a release of responsibility, whilst also focussing him on the sensation of their touch on his body. She ran her hands down his torso, the heat of her palms soothing. He felt the rubber ring holding Shadow’s mouth open and the heat of Shadow’s tongue descended upon him, and gasped. The c-k ring that Shadow had placed on him earlier was a blessing, he thought, because the sensation, blindfolded, was intense,
Shadow lowered himself over Vixen, finding her face in amongst the wig hair and kissing her cheek and mouth. Raven could not hear what he breathed into her ear, but the tone held love. Raven’s chest ached. He had never truly believed in love, he realised. Never thought a person could feel that deeply, be so selfless as to care that much for another. He had never experienced it, and never seen it. Not really. Shadow loved Vixen, and Vixen loved Shadow, with that depth and selflessness, and Raven wanted to experience what they had, but he was not sure that he knew how to. Perhaps love was something other people could feel, he thought watching as Shadow eased off of Vixen. Perhaps Vixen was right, and he was a broken boy toy. She rolled onto her back and removed the vibrator. Shadow took it into the open bathroom and dropped it into the sink. From the clatter, the other toys were in there. Vixen rolled to her feet and recovered the little black camisole and shorts, pulling them back on