Page 56 of Sherwood
Lox tossed the cable ties onto the counter, where they scattered into a crosshatch of black plastic, and then cupped Marian’s pussy with satisfaction plain on her face.
“Wet. Like a little whore,” she said, and Marian moaned again, pushing her hips out for more of Lox’s attention. Lox didn’t give it to her; she held up her hand so I could see how it glistened with how much Marian needed to come.
I let go of Marian’s wrists and walked over to Lox. Taking Lox’s wrist in my hand, I guided her wet fingers to my mouth and drew them in, tasting Marian on her skin. Heat crept up my thighs and settled deep in my groin at the taste, at the sheer hedonism of licking one lover off the skin of another.
I allowed Lox to pull her fingers free of my mouth, and then I turned my attention to the panting sub next to me. Her hair was tousled over her back, and I could see where her ribs moved in and out in quick breaths. Aroused breaths. Her cunt was wet and swollen, opened a little with need, and her bottom and thighs were gorgeously red and welted.
“It looks like you’ve enjoyed what Lox did to you,” I said, petting a hand over Marian’s abused skin. “I think you should thank her for it.”
“Yes,” whispered Marian. “Yes.”
Lox needed no encouragement from me. She bent down and unlaced her boots, and then toed them off, making way for her trousers and tight black briefs to follow. And then—surprising me—she peeled off her tank top and sports bra underneath. Dominants didn’t often prefer to be fully naked, at least not this early in a scene, and certainly not while a submissive was still clothed, but effortless power suffused her slender frame as she stepped over to the counter. Her bearing was unconsciously arrogant, her eyes bright with greed as I wrapped my hand around Marian’s thick hair and urged her to straighten up.
Lox hopped on the counter and spread her legs in a silent command.
“Time to show your gratitude, darling,” I told the submissive, and she bent forward eagerly, placing her hands on Lox’s thighs for balance, and lowered her mouth to her work. I kept my hand in Marian’s hair all the while and savored the tableau of kink on display in front of me. The welts, the fisted hair. The shameless service between Lox’s thighs.
I savored the sight of Lox too, Lox as I’d so rarely seen her. The way we fucked was rough, urgent, the kind of sex that tumbled from nothing to everything in only a few seconds, and so we were both usually clothed or partially clothed. Nakedness was not something we’d had often between us, and so I could probably count on one hand the times I’d seen that constellation of freckles near Lox’s navel or the scar on her hip from a fall she’d taken in Ranger school. And getting to see so much of her all at once, when normally I only had glimpses as we’d changed clothes or showered while on assignment, was an indulgence, a profligacy when I so very much loved to be a profligate man.
“Like what you see?” Lox murmured when she caught me staring at her breasts and stomach. She leaned back on her hands, tilting her cunt up toward Marian’s mouth and putting herself on display for me.
“I’ve never liked anything more,” I said, looking at them both, server and served, heiress and thief.
Lox seemed to enjoy the frank voyeurism, because a dark flush moved up her chest and to her cheeks as she observed me observing her, and the tips of her breasts had bunched into tight little points, tight enough that they looked like they ached.
“She needs to come,” I said to Marian. Just for fun, I nudged her bare feet apart with my shoe so I could look at her pussy while she had her face between Lox’s legs. “And I know you don’t want her to have to wait for something she needs.”
Marian shook her head, a toss of dark hair that I felt in my fist since I was holding so much of it, and then began working even harder, her fingertips pressing into Lox’s lean thighs as she gave Lox’s cunt everything she had, sucks and licks and long, rimming kisses.
Lox swore, her head dropping back, one of her hands flying forward to join mine in Marian’s hair, and then with a low exhale, she came, her fingers twisting next to mine, her belly quivering, her eyes closed in pure ecstasy. She was a work of art when she came, all the feral mischief and burning conviction sliding aside for a single instant to reveal the tender light of her soul, and something splintered inside me to watch it…splintered and broke.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to fuck.
Using the hand still wrapped in her hair, I lifted Marian’s face from Lox’s sex and marked those half-hooded eyes, those flushed cheeks. Like Lox, her nipples had turned taut and needy, and they poked from under her dress, tempting pinching fingers like my own.
Lox was still panting on the counter as I made quick work of Marian’s dress, unzipping it, and then tugging it over the swell of her hips and down to the floor. “Tell me if we get toredoryellow,” I told her, getting two cable ties from the abandoned pile on the counter.
“I will,” she promised. Her eyes dropped to the cable ties and she licked her lips. “Are you going to use those on me? Sir?”
“I’m going to bind your hands and your ankles and then I’m going to fuck you until my cock doesn’t ache anymore.”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Okay.”
“Green, then?”
“Green.”
Lox watched me, lazy and sated, as I deftly cinched Marian’s ankles together, and then her wrists. When I pulled back to admire my efforts, Lox and I both let out long, slow breaths.
Marian was fuckingbeautifultrussed up like this, bound and welted, her mouth wet and swollen from being fucked. I seized her and hauled her against me for a kiss.
I let out a ragged groan as I tasted Lox on her mouth and then tore away with a curse.
I wasn’t going to last until I got to a bed at this rate.
I tossed Marian back over my shoulder as Lox hopped gracefully off the counter. “Where’s the bedroom?” I asked hoarsely, already moving out of the kitchen.
Marian squeaked as we started walking, unable to catch her balance with her wrists bound, dangling over my shoulder like a helpless captive. “Up the stairs,” she managed, and I walked toward the floating staircase with long, impatient strides, taking the steps two at a time when I reached them.
