The Silk Tie (Erotic Threesome Romance) (3 page)

He was
all I saw.

He was
all I wanted.

“Put
your hands over your head, Mrs. Stone.”

“Yes,
Mr. Stone. Anything you say, Mr. Stone.” I did as he’d asked and curled my
fingers around the wooden slats in our bedframe.

“Very
good.” He reached upward and threaded the belt through my wrists.

I
studied the underside of his chin as he worked. Peppered with stubble and with
a slight indent as he stretched forward. I could see his pulse beating beneath
the surface of his skin, pounding away as fast as mine was.

This
moment of surrender, of giving myself to him was thrilling, and as the belt
tightened on my flesh and his fingers secured the buckle, the worries and
stresses of the day rose from me.

I was
his now. Nothing else mattered.

“Is
that okay?” he asked.

I
nodded. “Yes.”

He
smiled. The candlelight flashed in his eyes. “Good.”

I
opened my mouth for his kiss. Our tongues tangled then he lifted off me and sat
at my side, his legs folded beneath him.

“Oh,
what a sight,” he said, easing apart my robe which had slipped open and exposed
my right breast. “You really are so beautiful. It’s a sin for you to wear
clothes at all.”

“So
take them off.” I wriggled and the robe fell apart some more.

He
poked out his tongue and licked his lips. “Oh, I will, don’t you worry about
that.”

He
ducked and suckled my right nipple into his mouth.

The
hot, wet sensation went straight to my pussy. A warm heat between my legs told
me I was getting damp for him. I yanked my arms and arched my back. The loss of
ability to move added to my excitement.

He
lapped, licked then nipped my delicate flesh. With his other hand he exposed my
left breast and tweaked that nipple.

“Gabe…”
I gasped and looked down at the top of his head. His neat thick, hair shimmered
in the dim light; the chestnut colors in the short strands seeming to glow
golden.

“Mmm…”
he murmured, kissing across my sternum and leaving a warm damp trail with his
tongue and lips.

I shut
my eyes and groaned.

He
massaged and squeezed my breasts. The need for more grew within me.

“So hot
for it,” he whispered. “Fuck, so damn hot.”

His
breaths heated my skin.  He swept his hand down my stomach and I parted my
legs.

“Are
you wet as well as hot?” he asked, stretching out on his belly.

“Yes.”
I watched as he settled himself between my legs.

I was
bared open to him, his hands on my inner thighs, his shirt still on, cuffs done
up.

It
turned me on so much when he wore the remnants of his lawyer persona yet he was
getting down and dirty. All day long he was stiff-upper-lipped with clients,
the epitome of an English gent and a competent, skilled negotiator. Yet when
the sun went down, when the curtains were shut, his beast came out to play.

With
me.

His
desires were unleashed and his needs surfaced for satisfaction. Rather than
getting used to each other, ten years of marriage had only made him hungrier.

“Ah…ah…”
I panted as he dragged the tip of his tongue through my folds. “Oh, yeah…more
of that.”

He gave
it—circling my clit and searching out my entrance with his fingertips.

I was
wet and the scent of my arousal drifted up to my nose.

He
pushed into me and I tensed my stomach and harnessed that first delicious
promise of a climb to orgasm.

He
stopped.

He
lifted up, rested back with his knees bent and studied my face.

“What
the…?” I cried.

He
still had two fingers in my pussy.

“How
you feeling?” he asked with a tilt of his eyebrows.

His
mouth was damp, his cheeks a little flushed and his shirt now disheveled and
creased. But he looked calm, he looked the very essence of composed.

“Frustrated,”
I said as I spread my legs wider and again pulled on the belt. It dug into my
skin and the cool buckle scraped against the pad of my right thumb.

“I like
seeing my powerful wife tied up, naked, hungry, demanding. Gone are the suits,
the heels, the adoring minions, it’s just you, the raw bare bones of you.”

“Yes,
and the raw bare bones of me are demanding.” I frowned and clenched my internal
muscles around his fingers. “Demanding that you don’t stop what you were
doing.”

He
stroked over my G-spot.

I
sucked in a breath. “Yes…”

“No.”
He pulled out and stood by the bed.

“Gabe!”
I whined, pressing my legs together to try to get some friction on my clit.

It was
no good. It wasn’t him.

He
leaned over me, put his damp fingers on my cheek and stroked down my neck.
“You’ll have to wait until I’m ready.” He grinned. “I’m not one of your underlings
and I told you I wanted to shower first. You just got me carried away. Now
you’ll have to wait.”

“Really?”

“Yes,
really.” He placed his lips over mine and kissed me.

It was
a hot, hard kiss that tasted of my sex.

“Now,”
he said, straightening and undoing the cuffs on his shirt. “You stay there like
a good little girl.”

Little
girl!

“I
can’t do much else,” I said with a frown and another tug of the belt. I’d get
him back for this.

“Good,”
he said. “That means you’ll still be wet and hot for me when I come back.”

I tutted
as he strode from the room then stared up at the ceiling and the shadows that
danced there. A dust mote hung down from the crystal lightshade and swayed
slightly in the barely there draught.

I
huffed. Damn it. How could he leave me like this? There was moisture between my
legs, my nipples were peaked and my heart was pounding.

I heard
the shower come on, a steady patter at first but then disjointed drips as Gabe
stepped in.

Fuck, I
should have just joined him in the shower to begin with. Likely chances were
I’d be getting screwed good and proper up against the tiles by now instead of
being left lacking attention and tied to the bed.

But it
was what I’d wanted.

I just
hadn’t expected him to walk away.

Bloody
tease.

Well,
two could play at that game. He’d started something now. I’d find something to
tease Gabe with. Have a think and get something new that would blow his mind—after
a while, of course, after a good bit of tormenting.

I squirmed
and shifted my ass on the covers. My robe was wide open and bunched on my arms
and beneath my shoulders.

I had
no idea what to tempt Gabe with. He didn’t talk about fantasies very often, but
maybe that was because I hadn’t dug around for information. I hadn’t probed and
explored what went on in that head of his, in the erotic corners of his mind.

Well, that
was all about to change.

The water
switched off and I stared at the doorway to the ensuite. I hoped he wouldn’t
decide a shave was in order, or spend ages fussing around in there.

He
didn’t.

Naked
and glorious, he filled the doorframe. Backlit by the muted glow of the ensuite,
he was a vision of the perfect male.

“How
are you doing, gorgeous?” he asked, leaning casually against the jamb and
crossing his arms.

“I’m
not coming,” I said, banging my head on the pillow. “Get your sexy arse over
here and that big cock in me, right now.”

He chuckled
and straightened. “You’re so impatient, Hales.”

“Yes.
I’m impatient for you.” I looked at his erection that jutted upwards from his
dark pubic hair. He was ready for action; there was no need to put this off
another moment.

He walked
to the bed and looked down at me.

I drew
up my knees, flopped my legs open and pulled at the belt. I groaned and screwed
up my face.

“Shh…”
he said. “All in good time.”

He
curled his hand around the nape of my neck, his palm cradling my skull, and
lifted my head.

“Open
up,” he said.

I did
as he’d asked and, mouth wide, I watched as he fisted his cock with his other
hand. He smoothed up to the head then back down again, shifting the skin and
exposing the taut shape of his glans.

I
whimpered, the need to taste him almost driving me crazy with want.

He must
have understood my agony for he tilted his hips forward and fed his cock into
my mouth.

Smooth
and hot, his glans popped in. He tasted clean, of the shower and soap, but also
of him. Beneath any other flavor I could always find his particular tang—slightly
musky, peppery and so damn sexy. He tasted of sex.

He slid
in farther, still holding the back of my neck so that I had to take what he
gave me. But that was okay, I could handle whatever he wanted me to have. Oral
sex with Gabe was one of my most favorite things.

His
shaft slipped over my tongue—so thick, so hard and so wide.

I
hugged him with my mouth, sucking slightly too.

“Ah,
yeah, take my dick, baby,” he said, tension in his voice. “Take it all the
way.”

I
couldn’t answer. But I arched my spine, stretched my neck and invited him
deeper.

He kept
on gliding in.

He was
so low in my throat now. I beat down a gag and sucked in air through my nose.
Excitement was spiraling within me. I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste his
pleasure.

He
released his cock and reached for my right breast. He squeezed and pulled at my
nipple. His movements were rough, rushed, not completely controlled.

I loved
my nipples being compressed like that by him. The sensation rushed straight to
my pussy as though they were hot wired together.

I groaned
and the sound vibrated around his shaft.

“Ah…fuck,”
he said.

I
tasted a drip of pre-cum.

Good,
he was as excited as me.

The
grip of his fingers on my neck ramped up my pleasure. I adored being owned, possessed
by him like this.

“Enough…”
he moaned, withdrawing.

“Gabe…”
I gasped, staring up at him.

“It’s
too nice.” He rested my head down and gripped his cock in his right hand. He
squeezed his eyes shut and tipped his head to the ceiling.

His
chest heaved as he sucked in air, clearly regaining control after heading so
fast to the edge of ecstasy. His left hand was balled into a fist at this side.

I lay
still, watching him, loving that I could make him battle with his stamina even
after all of this time together and after more blowjobs than we could ever
count.

He
looked back down at me, desire sparkling in his eyes.

“Fuck
me,” I said breathily. “Fuck me, Gabe. Fuck me and prove that I’m yours.”

He slid
over me, his chest connecting with mine and his cock nudging my leg.

I
pressed into him, adoring his weight on me, and his body heat radiating onto my
skin.

“You
are mine,” he said. “You’re mine to do whatever I want with.”

“Yes…yes…”

“I’ve
fucked your mouth,” he said. He licked the corner of my lips with the point of
his tongue. “And now I’m going to fuck your cunt.”

God, I
loved it when he said that forbidden word—a word that would never pass
his lips in our day-to-day world.

“Please.”
I wriggled and managed to get the head of his cock aligned with my entrance.
“Please, now.”

He
forged in. One fast, hard thrust to full depth.

I cried
out, so did he.

He
filled me so perfectly, so absolutely.

“Was
that what you wanted?” he asked, straightening his arms and looking down at
where we were joined.

“Yes,
more, give it all to me…” I hooked my legs behind his thighs and squirmed so
that my clit was stimulated too.

He
pulled out, so just the peak of him was seated in me then he blasted back in.

I shut
my eyes—the sensation of him propelling over my G-spot was exquisite.

This
time he didn’t pause, he just withdrew and plunged in again.

“Gabe…”
I gasped.

He
lowered onto me, his mouth at my temple now and his chin butting into my cheek
as he fucked me harder, faster.

The
pressure was building. My orgasm preparing to detonate. His teasing had wound
me up to combustion point and I was nearly there.

I
struggled for breath, the air knocked out of me with each one of his forceful
thrusts. I didn’t care. I could breathe later.

My clit
was being bombarded relentlessly, my pussy filled over and over. The head of
his cock was jolting my cervix, creating a deep, dense sensation I loved.

“I’m…I’m…coming…”
I managed.

My
orgasm claimed me. Gabe didn’t let up, he kept on fucking with near violent
jerks of his hips. It was amazing; my climax bloomed on and on, not abating
because of the way he was still going at me.

I
battled with my binds, rattling the bed. My body was convulsing, the shockwaves
beginning in my pussy and extending outwards in blissful tremors of pleasure.

Finally
the crest waned, though I was still pulsing and shaking.

“Did I
hit the spot?” Gabe asked, slowing.

“You
know damn…well you did,” I panted.

He
pushed up again and I unhooked my legs from behind his then flopped them to the
bed.

“Good.”
He propped his weight onto one hand and took my right nipple between his
fingers again.

He
rolled and tweaked and tugged it long and thin.

“Mmm…”
I said, bowing my back. “That hurts so nice.”

He
smiled, a dark, wicked smile.

I
clenched my pussy around his cock.

He was
still hard and thick. I’d come but he hadn’t.

“How do
you want to?” I asked, pulling at my arms. Perhaps he wanted to untie me so I
could ride him, or maybe he wanted my mouth again.

“How do
I want to come?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes,
you know that’s what I meant.” I ran my right foot down his thigh, over the
back of his knee then along his muscled calf. “You want me to ride you cowboy?”

The
cheeky grin I’d expected didn’t appear. Instead, he frowned and his eyes
narrowed.

“No,”
he said.

“So
tell me.” I studied his face, looking for clues.

“I
want…”

“What?”

“I want
your arse.”

Suddenly
he was out of me and my face hit the pillow. He’d flipped me with one fast
flick of his arm around my torso.

My forearms
crossed, the robe tangled and he shoved the material aside.

“Gabe…”

“I want
this. I want your arse,” he said, sitting again between my legs, but this time
palming my ass cheeks, spreading them wide then pushing them together.

“But…”
My stomach clenched with excitement. We didn’t indulge in anal sex very often
but when we did it was always intimate and satisfying, though usually
pre-planned.

He
placed his finger over my tight pucker.

I
gasped and turned my head so the opposite cheek was on the pillow.

“I know
it’s not a birthday or anniversary but I just can’t stop thinking about fucking
your arse.”

“Ahh…”
I jerked a little as he slid his finger into my anus, its way eased by my own
juices.

“So
hot, so tight…” he said. “I want my cock in here, baby.”

“Yes,”
I whispered, relaxing and accommodating another finger he was pressing into me.

My mind
was spinning. What had brought this on?

He
gently fucked me with two fingers, getting me pliant and used to him being
there.

I
moaned and shut my eyes. This was a new turn of events on how I thought the
evening would go, but then that was one of the things I loved about
Gabe—he still surprised me.

He
slipped out and I watched him lean to the bedside drawer and grab a tube of
lubrication.

My
heart was thudding and my skin tingled.

The bed
shifted as he slicked himself up, ready to enter my darkest, most private place.

I
closed my eyes, parted my lips and stretched my legs wider.

“Here,
like this,” he said, hoisting my hips up and shoving a pillow beneath them. “I
want to see where I’m going.”

This position
made me so open, so vulnerable to him. But I knew he’d never hurt me, not in a
bad way, only in a sexy, pleasurable way.

He was
touching my hole again, spreading cool lube around my wrinkled pucker.

“Gabe.”

“I’m
here, it’s okay.”

There
was excitement in his voice. He was soothing, yes, but also there was a big
bolt of eager anticipation there too.

“You’re
ready,” he said, leaning over me, his chest coming into contact with my back.
“Let me in.”

The
head of his cock nudged at my hole. I tried to relax, discard the tension, but
it wasn’t easy when I was so wound up and turned on. Damn, he’d fucked my
mouth, my pussy and now he was claiming my ass. I loved Gabe, I loved being
his. I loved him fucking every inch of me, taking everything I had to give.

He
pushed in, just a little bit, slowly, so slowly, allowing my sphincter to ease
apart and accommodate his width.

I
clenched my fists—my hands tingled from being bound and high—and
raised my head. My breath was lodged low down in my chest.

My
crown rested against his face and he spoke into my ear.

“Can
you feel that?” he asked.

“Fuck,
yes, of course.”

“What
does it feel like? Tell me.”

“Big.”

“What
else?” He gained another inch.

The rim
of his glans popped in past my sphincter.

I
groaned.

“Baby,
tell me.”

“Wide,
and hot, so hot. Not just your cock, but my hole, the stretched skin, it’s on
fire.”