TietheKnot (4 page)

Sax forgot all about the other man
watching, Maggie filled his world.

“Reach between your legs,” he
ordered. “Rub yourself.”

She did, playing with her clit as
he continued to finger-fuck her tight little hole. She felt amazing. She looked
like one of his masturbatory fantasies come to life. Nipples clamped, spread
open for the taking, giving in to lust and begging him for more. He removed his
fingers and put the lubed plug against her, it pushed in her hole sleekly, as
though it had found a new home.

“Sax!
Sax!
” she cried.

He leaned over her, enjoying the
flush spread over her body, the way her eyes closed. He knocked her hand away
from her sex and spread open the delicate folds with his fingertips. She was
soaked, on the edge and ready to orgasm for him. He grabbed the flogger and
delicately brought it down on her clit with precision, playing with the
delicious contrast between pleasure and pain. When he stroked her once more he
could feel her, fluttering, just about ready to gain her release. He tossed the
bit of leather aside, undid his pants.

And sank his cock into her,
balls-deep.

Perfect angle. Bloody fucking hell.

He ground inside her again and
again, using his arms as leverage on the back of the couch. He loved the
position. He was in complete control of her body and the penetration was so fucking
deep he thought he’d lose himself inside her.

He looked her in the eye and she
was dreamy, completely at his command, lost in her submission to him. She
closed her eyes and arched her back and he could feel her ripple around him.
The orgasm spread through her, making her cry out so loud he thought the
neighbors might hear. Not that he fucking cared.

He sank into her again and came
hard, spilling into her.

* * * * *

“Penny for your thoughts, love,”
Sax crooned as he stroked her hair. He seemed to be happy. They were both
swaddled in the covers of his bed, where he’d relocated them after they’d recovered
enough to move.

Maggie’s head swirled, trying to
make sense of what they’d just done.

She felt nearly boneless from her
orgasm, but what the hell had happened to her? Sax had flung open some dark and
dangerous sexual door into her psyche. And she’d loved every single second of
it. Only now, that her hormones were in check, did she think to question it.
Had she actually let him screw her in full view of another man? No, not
let
.
Let
meant she had passively gone along with it. What a cop-out. Oh no,
she had been an enthusiastic participant. She’d wanted it. Loved it, even. Just
like she’d wanted those wicked nipple clamps on her breasts. Even now her
nipples were deliciously sore, still a bit red and puffed out. She’d wanted him
to be rough with her, to take her, to fuck her.

She turned to Sax, frowning. “That
was…well, I don’t even have words.” To say that she was mixed up by her
newfound desires was an understatement. She really didn’t know what the hell to
think.

He tipped her chin up so that she looked
him in the eye. “Out with it, love. I can practically hear the gears grinding
in your head.”

She hesitated for a moment, about
to speak and then stopped.

He moved onto his side and she
faced him, lying flush against his body. “Go on. Say what you were going to
say.”

She traced circles on his chest, a
little half smile on her lips. “I didn’t know that could turn me on.”

“But it did.”

Oh God yes.
She nodded.

He smiled knowingly. Clearly he
sensed her surrender to all of this. “Then don’t overanalyze it. Enjoy it.”

She could feel butterflies in her
stomach. She loved the things he did to her body. And her mind. She felt closer
to him than ever before. That icy estrangement from him had waned. She had all
of his puzzle pieces and felt closer to him than ever before.

Maggie bit her lower lip, trying to
not hold on to the sexual hang-ups. Trying not to judge herself for enjoying
another man’s eyes on her as Sax pleasured her. She had discovered something
new about herself and she couldn’t remember ever experiencing an orgasm that
intense. Why not go with it? See where it led?

“You know, you seemed to get hot
when I talked about other men watching you earlier tonight.”

She nodded. “I did.”

Sax had an almost unholy glint in
his eye.

And she started to get wet again.

“I have an idea. Something that
would expand your horizons. How do you feel about going to a fetish club? There
is one in downtown DC. You’re free to play or to watch.”

Whoa. She shook her head. “Oh, I
don’t think so. I’m really not into sharing.” If he thought she had signed on
to threesomes, he had another think coming.

He shook his head. “I don’t want
anyone else but you, but what about another man?”

She sucked in a breath. “What?”

“Another man.” His hand drifted
downward, cupped her sex in his big palm. He stroked the lips, tracing them. “I
don’t want anyone else’s cock in this tight little pussy but mine, but how
would you feel about another man licking you?”

Maggie groaned low in her throat.
Her pussy had gotten drenched at just the thought. Just. The. Thought.

Sax rubbed her, playing with the
pink folds. His thumb circled lazily on her clit. Round and round in a
persistent circle that made her hips buck. “Naughty girl. I know it excites
you. I would love to see another man pleasure you.” He winked at her. “What do
you think?”

The thrill of the forbidden was
very enticing, especially with someone who knew her so well and could discern
hidden sexual triggers. “I don’t know.” She was curious and Sax knew it. Like
the lawyer he was, he pounced on it.

“Tell you what. Why don’t we go to
the club and look around? I know you want to see it.” He teased her, stroking
the lips, making her legs fall open, making her hips bounce in time with his
movements. He thrust two fingers inside her and she flung her head back. In and
out he pushed his big fingers. “You aren’t obligated to anything. Say ‘coffee’
and we’ll leave. No questions asked.” With his other hand, he slyly worked her
clit, rubbing insistently. She began to buck in time with his manipulations.
Eyes closed, her world narrowed to his voice. His fingers inside her.

She couldn’t help it, but the
fantasy of another man licking her pussy played in her mind. Sax would be
holding her down, opening her legs wide. He plunged another finger in, pinching
her clit just slightly and she howled, orgasming against his hand.

When she’d finished, Sax slowly and
deliberately licked her slickness from his hand.

She shuddered, feeling so decadent.
So wanton. So very
good
.

“Well?”

When she came back to herself, she
murmured, “Okay, I’ll go to the club.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, because
I bought you something special.” He went to the closet and pulled out a black
gift bag with pink tissue. She recognized the store. Scorching, a plus-size
lingerie boutique in town.

He plopped it beside her on the bed
and she delved inside and found a modified black leather corset. Her waist and
chest would be held in, but her breasts would be left bare, poking through two
silver-studded openings, and a “spanking skirt”, according to the tag, which
would evidently fit closely around her hips, coming just above the knee. In the
rear, her ass would be left exposed. Very sexy. Just imagining wearing these
where others could see made her blush.

He also pulled out a pair of black
leather pants on a hanger. “I have an outfit too.” Far cry from his Brooks
Brothers suits and ties. She couldn’t help but think how animal and male he
would look in those. Prowling around the sex club like a caged beast.

He curled her in against his body,
his erection poking between her ample ass cheeks. He was hard, toying with her,
but she could tell something else was on his mind.

“Maggie, I would like it very much
if you would move back in with me.”

Oh hell.

She’d been thinking about Sax and
her relationship with him a lot since she’d left his apartment. She’d been relieved
there wasn’t another woman, pleased he had finally told her about his sexual
fetish, but she still wanted some things to change. She wanted him to be more
open. She also wanted them to find an apartment
together
. He shouldn’t
fit her into his life, he should work with her to build a life.

“Um, I don’t know about that,” she
hedged. “What do you think about us doing some apartment hunting? Finding a
place
together
?”

He tilted her head to the side so
he could see her face. “If you don’t want to move in straight away, that’s
okay. We can play this by ear, love.” But he looked hurt. He kissed her mouth
and she turned away again.

“No, it isn’t that. I thought it
might be nice to have a place of our own.” She rolled in his arms to face him.

“We do have a place.” He waved his
hand at the room. “This is our place. The entire apartment. What’s mine is
yours.”

Yeah, but it didn’t feel that way
to her. And he didn’t even seem willing to entertain the notion of shopping
around for another place. Fearing she’d put distance between them, she pressed
her mouth to his, kissing him wildly.

And effectively ended the
conversation.

“Are you okay?” Sax asked as he
squeezed her hand.

She nodded. They’d taken the train
through DC and walked a block to the club. It was a cool spring night and she
wished she’d worn an extra layer of clothes. Both of them wore long trench
coats to disguise their less-than-reputable fetish clothing beneath. Not that
there was much beneath her coat to disguise.

Maggie was anxious. Edgy.

As if sensing her apprehension, he
stopped walking and enfolded her into his arms. “Are you sure about this,
Mags?”

She had two instincts. The first
urged her to go running back to the train. The second wanted to take his hand
and run to the club. Her curiosity pushed her onward. She had to see the club.
At
least
that. She nodded. “I’m okay, just a bit nervous.”

He kissed her forehead. “Nervous is
normal. Remember, if you feel uncomfortable, use your safety word and we’ll
leave. No questions asked.”

Her heart slowed down a bit. She
was in control of this situation. She could go at any time. She flashed him a
smile. “Let’s go inside, I’m freezing.”

With a grin, he took her hand and
they hurried down the block.

The Black Circus Club was in a
nondescript brick building with a sign that read
K & B Landscaping
.
She bet many pedestrians walked past the club and never gave it a second look.
Never had any idea that hedonists played inside. That was part of the appeal,
the secretive nature of the whole thing. An underground sexual scene unnoticed
by the workaday vanilla people around them.

At the door, he stopped her and
withdrew two black velvet masks. “This is a must. Not everyone wears them, but
I want to protect both of our reputations.” He tied hers on and she returned
the favor.

She couldn’t help but giggle. “We
look like two pornographic trick-or-treaters.”

“I think that’s the point, love.”
He winked at her and knocked on the door, gave the password to the muscled
bouncer who answered and they both walked inside. After checking their coats
with a woman dressed as a nearly naked black cat, complete with ears and a tail
on the end of a butt plug in her ass, they moved into the cavernous nightclub.

Maggie resisted the urge to cross
her arms over her chest, to cover herself. She could feel the chilled air
puckering her nipples, making her heated sex start to moisten. Go liquid. So
decadent to be partially nude in front of strangers. This newfound
exhibitionist side had her feeling a little dangerous. A little reckless.

While she could feel the blush
creep up her cheeks, she felt pretty damn good.

It seemed like any other club at
first glance. There was an Asian theme with bold red and gold dragons, a plush
red carpet and glass-topped gold tables with two chairs apiece, perfect for
couples. But when you looked around, things seemed a bit different. For one
thing, there were a couple of steel cages, large enough for a person to stand
in, what looked like an oak cross along the wall, manacles hung from the
ceiling. She assumed that they could be used to confine a wayward submissive.

And throughout the room were
several black lacquer tables. With no chairs. And above the tables chains
stretched down from the vaulted ceiling, steel bars were suspended. A few of
the tables were in use, both male and female submissives spread open, legs
pried apart by the long steel rods and a small crowd of Dominants had crowded
around to admire the view. Or even play.

“What do you say, love? Table for
one?” he coaxed.

A flood of wetness pooled between
her thighs. Instantly. Oh God, just the thought of being stretched open like
that, put on display. Sax knew every button to push, just the right words to
spur her libido into overdrive.

“You want me to lie down on one of
those tables?”

He cocked a brow. “Yes I do, and
what’s more, love, you want it even more than I do.” He pushed a hand between
her legs, feeling how wet she was. She gasped, clinging to his elbow as he
massaged her. “Oh yes, you want that.” Sax pulled back and deliberately licked
her wetness from his fingers.

Be bold. Try something new.

That sly inner voice of hers coaxed
her onward
.
She took a step toward the table and hesitated. Sax came up
behind her and pressed a hand to the small of her back.

He reached an arm around her and
settled her back against his chest. His presence was warm and familiar.
Comforting. Maggie nodded, mind made up, and let him lead her to the nearest
table. She lay down flat on her back on the slick, cool table. Sax appeared
between her thighs, standing and surveying her.

“You look amazing.” He ran his
hands up and down her legs, soothing her. He met her eyes. “Are you doing
okay?”

She nodded. She had started to get
a bit more relaxed. More open. Sax lifted her right leg up in the air and
reached for a rope on the beam next to the table, which lowered the steel bar
to the appropriate position to fit her legs. He fastened her ankle in, clasping
it shut, and then lifted the other leg and did the same. He tugged the rope
once more and stretched her legs up farther, pulling her ass just slightly off
the table. Her fingers gripped the edges, clinging to it. She felt exposed,
cold air on her hottest, most private place. It made her even wetter.

She closed her eyes, savoring that
contrast, until Sax rubbed his hand over her cheek.

“Open your eyes, love.” She did and
saw him standing over her. Tenderness in his eyes as well as lust. Sax tweaked
her nipples, ran his hand down over her stomach. “Such a good little sub. Now
look at the end of the table. You have an admirer.”

Another man stood between her
thighs, admiring her pussy. He deliberately looked her in the eye and licked
his lips. She shuddered as another gush of wetness hit her.

If Sax was a fair-haired golden boy
with a darker side, then the man standing between her legs was a bad boy. And
all of his sides appeared to be black. A bit taller than Sax with spiky black
hair and glittering dark eyes. The ghost of a beard shadowed the hard, sharp
planes of his face. He wore slick ebony vinyl pants, big black motorcycle boots,
his tanned hairless chest was tightly muscled and he had a black tribal tattoo
that outlined his collarbones. She could also see an unmistakable erection
pressed up against his tight fly.

Sax captured her chin, running a
thumb along the line of her cheek. “What do you say, love, do you want to let
him play with you a bit?”

She hesitated, just a second.
Looking from the hungry man between her splayed thighs to her husband. Sax had
also gotten hard and swollen, straining against the confines of his leather
pants. He was just as turned-on as she. She wanted this. Needed it. Didn’t want
to second-guess it or examine it, or feel guilty about it. She reached out and
rubbed Sax’s cock through the fabric, making him moan.

“Yes.”

“Mmm, you are so hot. I’m so proud
of you for giving this a chance.” Sax nodded to the man. “You can play with her
pussy, touch it and lick it, but you can’t fuck her. Your cock gets anywhere
near her pussy and we’ll have a problem.”

She shuddered. God, the way Sax had
just allowed the man access to her. Limited access, but still. Made her feel
possessed, vulnerable. She didn’t know this man’s name. Didn’t know anything
about him, and that was hot. Hotter still that she shared this with Sax. The
man pushed his thumb into her pussy, settling on her clit and rubbing. Fast,
back and forth. God, the feeling of being locked in. Unable to move or even so
much as close her legs. Her thighs shook as he manipulated her expertly. Being
that open and bare was delicious. Watching him stare at her pussy, wanting to
fuck her, but unable to do more than rub her slick folds. Stroke them. And good
God, hopefully lick her. She arched her back, leaning into his caresses. She
needed his mouth.

She couldn’t help but instinctively
try to close her legs around his hand as he pressed harder, but she couldn’t.
For a moment, the pressure on her clit ceased and she could hear a chair
scraping the floor as he scooted it up and his face appeared between her legs.
He looked intent, so hungry. He spread the folds of her sex and viewed every
single inch of her swollen sex before he gathered her hips in his arms and
pushed his face into his pussy as though he were sitting down to a feast.

Maggie moaned, head falling back
against the table.

She came back to herself as Sax
stroked her cheek and she dazedly turn to focus on him. “I want you to suck me,
minx.” He ghosted his thumb over her mouth until she opened for him and he
plunged his digit inside. She sucked his thumb into her mouth, pulling on it
slowly, and he made a strangled sound low in his throat. Then he removed his
finger, undid his leather trousers and withdrew his cock. She licked her lips
and then spit on his cock before she pumped it slowly. Base to tip. Pre-cum
dotting the purple swollen head, and Maggie closed her eyes and took Sax deep
in her throat. Sax cradled the back of her head and began to thrust into her
mouth. She gave in to the sensations and focused on the man lapping leisurely
between her legs and the length of her husband’s hard cock in her mouth.

Hoisted by his own fucking petard.

Sax tried to concentrate on his
wife’s succulent little mouth sliding up and down his shaft, but he kept
staring at the man between her open legs. A man who seemed enthralled by his
wife’s hot pussy. Not that he could fault him for his obsession, but he did
feel like knocking the guy’s teeth down his throat, just for wanting her. He
hadn’t anticipated the surge of jealousy or the need to declare that Maggie was
his woman, his wife.

He should have known better. He’d
only played in clubs with women he dated casually. Women he cared about, but
didn’t love. Women he didn’t obsess over. He hadn’t minded sharing these women
with another Dominant, finding pleasure in watching them orgasm, regardless of
who made them come. Unlike the fantasy of some nameless, faceless man watching
Maggie and wanting her from the window of his apartment, the sight of a real
flesh-and-blood man touching her, lusting after her was more disquieting than
he had imagined. In fact, it made his fists curl. Made him irrational, angry at
himself for suggesting this stupid outing.

This would be the last time any man
but him laid hands on her.

He tried to distract himself from
the anger. Glanced over as another couple sat down at a table next to them,
unabashedly watching Maggie writhe. Odd-looking couple. An older silver-haired
man with a much younger bleached-blonde woman. Sax was willing to bet she was
an escort. To ensure the ratio of men to women, men couldn’t enter without a
female companion so some men resorted to hiring an escort for the night. They
too wore masks. The little blonde wore white crotchless panties and a pink
nearly see-through teddy that enhanced her large breasts rather than covered
them. Her hair was in two pigtails, artfully wrapped with pink ribbons. There
was something oddly familiar about her, but Sax couldn’t concentrate.

He turned his head deliberately and
focused on Maggie. She alternated stroking his cock with sucking the tip.
Occasionally, she would stop fondling him to play with her breasts, twisting
her hard nipples. He had no idea she could be so naughty, so uninhibited. It
drove him a little mad.

He felt like shoving the man
currently eating his wife out of the way and fucking her hard. She kept making
these little mewling noises. She was close to orgasm. He recognized the signs.
The hitch in her voice. The way her head thrashed.

And fuck it all.

Those were
his
sounds. The
sounds she made as she cried out
his
name and came for him. The man
growled against her wet, warm flesh, lapping and suckling at her clit. Sax knew
how sweet she tasted, how wonderful it was to have all that wet bathing his
tongue, his lips, his chin. Maggie’s legs quaked, swaying against the spreader
bar’s hold. Finally his wife cried out, her head fell back and she gasped as
she came. The man stood and Sax could see his cock straining at his fly. His
wife’s pussy juices clung to the guy’s mouth and the man raised a brow in
askance.

“Take a hike,” Sax growled.

With one last, longing look at
Maggie’s cunt, he walked away. Sax couldn’t help the wave of possessiveness, of
ownership that rolled through him. Made his jaw clench, made his cock hard as
fucking stone. He needed to be inside her sweet, hot cunt and God help him, he
would make Maggie call out his name as she came again. For him. Sax rounded the
table.

He rubbed Maggie’s pussy and she
moaned low in her throat, bucking her hips against him. Yeah, she needed to
come again. He patiently readied her, sliding two fingers inside her pussy, and
she howled in pleasure as he fucked her slowly with his hand, getting her ready
for his hard cock. She needed to be filled. Fucked.

He idly glanced over at the next
table. The old geezer undid his trousers to reveal a thick, stubby cock. The
young woman sat down on his lap, positioning his cock at her entrance. He
pushed inside her and they leisurely rocked against one another. The old man’s
eyes were fastened on Maggie, wriggling on the table, her breasts swaying in
time with Sax’s thrusting fingers.

And it was all Sax could do not to
shout at him for daring to look at her.

Sax couldn’t stand it anymore. He
withdrew his hand and thrust inside her. Balls-deep. Maggie wailed with the
force of it. She rocked against him and he rode her hard. He put a hand between
their bodies and manipulated her little clit. Rubbing it fast and hard in time
with his emotions and she came for him again, her mouth forming a little “O”
and sighing in pleasure.