My Birthday Dinner

“Connor where are we going, you know I hate surprises,” I groan.

“Easy Tara, you’re just going to have bear with me. I promise you will enjoy tonight,” Conner replies full of mockery.

                We drive on for what seems like hours. Where ever it is we’re going, we better get there soon. My p***y has been aching for Connor ever since I got home for work this afternoon. Ever the romantic, he had a bouquet flowers waiting for me. But it was the letter attached that has my p***y aching.

Dear Tara,

                Happy birthday, tonight is going to be a night to remember. Contained in this letter is a list of instructions. I expect you to follow them without question. Failure to do so will result in grave punishment my Lioness. And I promise you will not want to test me tonight. In your closet there is a new corset, along with a pair of boots. Now don’t get distracted by the boots. They’re only one of the accessories for tonight. I have laid out the necessary jewelry as well as your bath products. I want you to take a long hot bath. Use the bath salts and softeners; I want your skin to be the definition of softness. Once you have finished with your bath, use the honey dust to irradiate your skin. I want all eyes on you tonight.  Braid your hair, but keep a few curls in the front. You will want your hair secure for tonight’s entertainment. Lingerie will not be needed; I want you easily accessible to my every desire. I will pick you up at nine o clock. So you will have plenty of time. Remember tonight is your night, and I will make it a night to remember.

            Love,

Connor

 

This man is diabolical. As soon as I finished reading the letter I went upstairs to see the corset he left for me. Connor always has good taste, and tonight is no exception. The corset is set in a deep hue of sapphire blue. Dark rich black leather accents form at the shoulders along with a collar at the throat. Another strap drapes across the bodice with a lion head held in the center. I reach out touching the lion’s pendant; it fills me with such pride and lust for my Master. I can only imagine how hard I’m going to make Connor. Once I let myself be distracted from the corset, I remember Connor said I have new shoes as well. How could I forget I have new shoes? What’s the world coming to? I pull the box from the closet. My inner little girl does a happy dance inside when I see the boots. All black leather with accents of blue to match the corset. Sporting a four inch heel, hopefully Connor doesn’t plan on making me walk to much. A blue ribbon has been weaved along the back of the boot, even under the arch. These are just sexy. I have the perfect skirt to make this outfit complete. Which I’m sure Connor already had the same thought. 

 

When I looked at myself in the mirror before I left, I felt every bit the radiant sexy goddess that was on display. Connor picked me up at nine o clock. Just as he said he would. And that was forty-five minutes ago. Finally I see what looks to be a large estate in the distance. I know this can’t be where we are headed. This place would cost a fortune, but then again the devil always has a trick up his sleeve. We pull up to a wrought iron gate. Connor lowers his window, and presses the intercom button.

 

“Connor and Tara Winters for the party this evening,” Connor announces over the intercom.

 

                A moment later the gate opens, and we pull in. A valet greets us. He helps me from the car before he speaks with Connor, retrieving the keys. I notice the glances the valet keeps giving me, unable to control himself. Connor I don’t know what it is you have planned, but whatever it is you better do something about my throbbing p***y soon. Of course it would be no use trying to persuade him to sneak me off to satisfy my hunger. He’d simply smile, and maybe even give me an eyebrow raise. Then go on the night. Sometimes my life would just be simpler if I could just force him to take me whenever I wanted. But that’s what I get for marrying a head strong gorgeous man.

 

                I’m not exactly sure what this place is, but whoever owns it. They have good taste. The décor isn’t over the top as some may expect. Rich hardwoods combined with just enough art, and plant life to make it seem cozy. There is such masculine simplicity in its elegance.  I’m so engrossed wishing somehow I could move in. Don’t get me wrong I love the home Connor and I have. But a girl can dream can’t she. Finally I notice Connor, and another gentleman carrying on. As they both seem to be staring at me. Connor waves me over.

 

“Tara”, Connor says, “I’d like you to meet Declan Eriksson. He is the owner of this establishment, and has agreed to host your birthday dinner.”

 

I reply doing my best to not seem like some star struck little girl, “Nice to meet you, this is a beautiful estate.”

 

“Thank you”, Declan speaks in a thick Irish accent, “I’ve worked hard to provide only the most beautiful of displays for you tonight. Connor everything has been done to your exact instructions. Everyone is waiting for you in the kitchen, just as you left them. You may make your final inspections. If you do not mind, I will escort your lovely wife to the dining room.”

 

“Thank you Declan, that would be most appreciated,” Connor replies his charm in full effect.  

 

                Connor gives me a small kiss on my cheek before handing me off to Declan.  He takes my arm as we make our way through a series of halls passing adjoined rooms. Declan makes light conversation as he leads the way. We stop just outside the dining room. I can hear voices so I decide to take a quick peak. The room is beautiful. The neutral hues of the room only serve to accent the beauty of the hardwood pieces. A large dining table sits in the center of the room. It’s certainly not your average table. The table top alone must be five inches thick with three heavy legs to keep it steady. 

 

“Wonderful piece is it not”, Declan interjects, “Took me months to build and carve it. The vines and flowers around the border were painstaking, but it was the trees on the legs that took forever.”

 

“Aren’t you full of surprises”, I say over my shoulder, “Rich and handy with your hands, I’m sure you’re a big hit with the ladies.”

 

“Well, being devilishly charming and good looking doesn’t hurt”, Declan says expressing some of that devilish charm, “But yes, being good with my hands has served me well.”

 

“Just good looking, nice to see you’re modest,” I reply, my sarcasm thick.

 

The room is full of couples all dressed for a ball. Strangely though everyone is wearing some sort of mask. The men are all in tuxedos while the women appear to be wearing some fashion of a corset. I’m not sure if that is by design or coincidence.

 

“Ok, so what exactly is going on tonight? Why is everyone wearing a mask,” I ask slightly confused.

 

“Your husband has planned a masquerade dinner for you this evening,” Declan explains, “These people are your guests to celebrate your wondrous day. Dinner will be served followed by entertainment. Then everyone is free to retire. You have a suite already reserved for the night.”

 

“What sort of entertainment, and why am I getting a weird feeling about all this,” I ask growing more concerned.

 

“The entertainment has been selected by your husband, and has been asked to be kept secret. But I assure you everything will be fine. His sole focus is to make you the center of attention, and make you feel cherished like you have never felt before. Now I shall announce you to your guests, and we shall begin,” Declan replies doing his best to put me at ease.

 

“Ok,” I say, “but don’t I get a mask as well.”

 

“No,” Declan replies laying on his charm, “per your husband’s instructions you and he will be the only ones unmasked this evening. As I said he wants you to be the center of attention.”

 

                Declan leads me into the room, sitting me at the head of the table. Everyone seems to be distracted from their conversations. A few of the men and even the women give me an appraising look. I just sit back and smile, relishing in the attention. I spy Connor from the corner of my eye; he gives Declan a nod, signaling all is ready.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen if you shall take your seats, dinner is about to be served,” Declan announces.

 

                Everyone mills about the room finding their seats. I don’t recognize anyone here, which seems odd. I would think Connor would invite our friends to a party. Once everyone is seated, Declan begins with his introduction.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Declan begins, “I would like to introduce the woman of the hour, Mrs. Tara Winters. Today we celebrate the day this gorgeous woman was brought into this world. Her husband Connor has prepared a wondrous feast for you all this evening. So I shall turn everything over to him.”

 

“Thanks Declan,” Connor says taking center stage, “So for our first course, I have prepared a spicy roasted red pepper soup with a hot blooded cocktail.”

 

                A team of servers brings out the food, but I’m not prepared for what they are wearing. Or not wearing may be the better description. All of the servers are completely naked, with the exception of the collars they have around their throats. A tantalizing smorgasbord of flesh, my eyes feast with wonder. I turn to my husband giving him an approving smile. Every color and sex of the rainbow is represented, all for my viewing pleasure.  My server is a mountain of a man. Looking like something straight out of a Celtic romance novel. His long blond hair is pulled back into a “man bun”, with his thick beard braided with gold accents. His arms are tattooed in full sleeves with crosses, knots, and trinities. No warrior is complete without his armor. The work is quite elaborate and exquisite.

 

I reach out running my hands along the hard plains of his chest. His skin is shaved smooth. Not like the bear of a man my Connor is. Reaching up, I push his beard aside revealing the collar. It’s a thick brown leather strap with an elaborate knot design. A tree lay at the center, fanning across his Adams apple. Such care and craftsmanship was put into this piece. I see the rest of the guests giving their servers equal appraisal. Once everything has been placed upon the table, the servers move to our backs. I almost forgot we were supposed to be eating.

 

“So as I said this is a spicy roasted red peppers soup,” Connor reiterates, “We took red bell peppers, and roasted them over an open flame. Then we sautéed them with onion, garlic, and cherry peppers; seasoning the dish with cayenne pepper and smoked paprika. Finally we added chicken stock and heavy cream. Pureeing everything together, and letting it simmer into a rich velvety soup. We’ve garnished the soup with a touch of basil and chili flake. The cocktail is a hot blood. Which is Tennessee whiskey and blood orange juice that has been infused with jalapeno. The cocktails have been chilled, and garnished with an orange peel for a little extra flavor. I promise you this will raise your body temperature. Enjoy.”

 

                Everyone begins sampling the soup; the mummers of enjoyment begin filling the dining room. I’m always so apprehensive when Connor puts the word spicy in his dishes. It usually means they’re hotter than the sun. But I make the leap, rejoicing that my mouth has not been engulfed in flames. The soup is actually quite delicious. A full flavor with only a subtle hint of heat, Connor must have used someone else’s pallet. Sometimes I swear all that man’s nerve endings in his mouth are dead. I take a drink of the cocktail, almost spilling it as it incinerates my mouth.  Bloody hell Connor, I send him a glare over my shoulder. He merely smiles, and blows me a kiss. I take another drink, gingerly this time. Once you get past the hellfire heat, it’s actually kind of refreshing.

 

                Declan and Connor make light conversation, while enjoying two hot bloods of their own. Declan fared better than I did on my first drink, but you could still see him grimace from the heat. Connor just sips away like he’s drinking anything other than a raging fireball from hell. We all make quick work of our soups. The conversation returns to a dull roar. A woman on my right begins making small talk with me. It’s hard to keep up the conversation. I keep getting distracted by her mask, and the server behind her. Her mask covers her entire face with the exception of her mouth. It’s raven black with a purple butterfly design around the eyes. It’s stunning and creepy all at the same time.

               

Her server is a medium build woman with beautiful curves and dark rich caramel skin. Her midnight hair is cut short with the sides shaved. Purple highlights give her a sassy punk style. It’s spiked as if a fire was crackling against the back drop of the night sky. She has a beautiful flower and vine tattoo covering her chest. Along with both of her n*****s pierced. Her collar is a simple black leather strap with an O-ring attached. She is simply stunning.

 

                Our servers step forth removing our soups and cocktails from the table. They bring us a small glass of citrus water to cleanse our pallet before the next course. Sipping away we all wait anxiously. Frankly I’m glad for the small break. As my mouth desperately tries to cool itself, after that hellfire cocktail Connor unleashed upon us. I hope that’s the last of our fiery courses. I guess I’ll find out as our servers bring out the next course.

 

“For our next course ladies and gentleman, I have prepared a seared flank steak stuffed with pomegranate and chilies. Then we topped the steak with a light pomegranate sauce. The steak is served with a swiss chard lightly cooked in olive oil. The bitter greens should balance nicely against the spicy sweetness. For your wine selection I have chosen a Zinfandel wine from the Apulia region of Italy. The rich full body flavor of the wine should enhance the entire meal,” Connor announces.

 

                My god, this b*****d is going to kill me with all this heat. But I must say this looks delicious. I take a small sip of my wine. Preparing myself for the impeding inferno my mouth is about to undertake. But to my utter surprise, I’m not met with an explosion of over bearing heat. It’s more slow building as it settles on the pallet. The pomegranate does a nice job of mellowing the heat, and providing a rich sweetness to the dish. The steak as expected is perfectly cooked, melting into my mouth. The bitterness of the greens is a welcome compliment.

 

                There is such a sensual nature to this dish. I pause between each bite savoring the flavor, as if it were my lover. I can feel Connors eyes, and strangely those of my server as well. Perhaps I will have other uses for my Celtic warrior. I can only imagine the power that would be unleashed by my Connor and him. Now see, thinking like this is what gets me in trouble. It’s time to come back to earth Tara. The last time I tried an impromptu threesome with Connor he scared a pizza boy half to death.

 

                But my mind can’t help but wonder. My p***y moistens as my thoughts run wild. My Celtic warrior pulls me from my daze as he clears my plate. He gives a lingering, and knowing glance at my breasts that speaks volumes. I can see his c**k is beginning to harden; this man is going to get me in so much trouble. I fight the urge to reach out, and brush my fingers along his c**k.

 

“May I ask what your name is,” I purr, “. It feels rude to not at least know the name of the man who waits on me.”

 

“My name is Galen, ma’am”, he replies giving a small bow.

 

                The woman to my right tries to pull me back into another conversation, but my thoughts are still lingering upon Galen. Perhaps I can convince Connor to give him to me as a birthday present. What the hell am I thinking? He’s not some new toy I can just take home. He works here; he's not some gigolo for hire. Of course he does have one very interesting job for whatever this place is. I guess it’s some kind of high end sex club. But where are the playrooms, the wild orgies, and all the other kinky s**t that’s supposed to go down in a sex club. Maybe if I find Declan after tonight, I’ll grill him about the particulars. Especially about how he knows my husband and seems to be such good friends. I’ve never heard of him before tonight. But Connor snaps my attention back to him.

 

“Now for the next portion of our evening, we shall move to another room in the manor. Your servers will lead the way,” Connor announces.

 

                Galen assists me from my chair as he leads me by the arm to our destination. We make twists and turns, but my focus is on Galen. I just can’t help myself, but how can I. He’s a walking mountain of muscle with all that glorious hair for me to run my fingers through. We finally make our way to a large parlor with crush velvet couches. Everyone takes their seats, our servers moving to stand behind us. Connor takes his place in the center of the room.

 

“On the small tables before you, I present our dessert course for this evening ladies and Gentlemen. We have an assortment of chocolate covered fruits to tantalize your pallets. I have dusted them lightly with cayenne pepper to give a hint of subtle heat to this dessert. To drink we have Irish coffee topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings. Enjoy and for our viewing pleasure, tonight’s entertainment shall begin shortly.”

 

                I pick up a strawberry giving my husband the best sexy smile I can. Sometimes he just knows how to treat a girl. Besides he provided coffee, what more can a girl ask for? Sure diamonds, all things shiny, and puppies make the list. But all a girl really wants is coffee. I take a sip letting the warm liquid fill me, and then I remember he said Irish coffee. The bite from the whiskey gives me a slight cough as I try to regain myself. At least the strawberries won’t kill me, even with the cayenne pepper.

 

“Now for tonight’s entertainment,” Connor announces, “May I have all the male servers step forth please?”

 

                Six men come around to the center of the room, including my Galen. All of the men are muscular and fit, but none of them compare to my Galen.

 

“For the first part of the show, we shall have a small contest of strength and will. Two servers handpicked by my lovely wife shall compete for our viewing pleasure. So Tara, please step forth, and pick your champions,” Connor explains.

 

I slowly get up from my seat, walking over to the men in the middle of the room. I’m practically jumping for joy at the chance to see Galen flex all that beautiful muscle. However a dilemma presents itself. No one is even close to the same size as Galen. As I said all the men are muscular, but they are lean and trimmed. It wouldn’t be a fair contest, but a crazy thought strikes me. I do a quick comparison between Connor and Galen. Galen has a couple inches on him, but they are about the same size. What can I say; I have a thing for big men.

 

“Connor may I ask a small request,” I ask coyly.

 

“Of course my Lioness,” Connor replies, “What is your heart’s desire?”

 

 “I want one of the contestants to be Galen, but the rest of the men are nowhere near his size. So would you compete against Galen,” I say doing my best to summon my courage.  

 

                Connor studies me a moment, doing his best to seem impassive. But he begins removing his dinner jacket. I about squeal with excitement, but I keep my composure walking over to Connor. I give him a small kiss, but he grabs me by the waist crushing my lips in a passion. His tongue assaults me in his demand. That deep sexy growl vibrates in his throat, melting me into his arms. A foggy haze fills my mind. What’s a girl to do against such raw demanding passion?

 

He releases me, the devil inside gleaming with satisfaction. I do my best to assist undressing him through the fog of my mind. I release his loose ponytail, weaving his hair into a strong braid. I secure the braid into a top knot, just as I do when he works out. My Master stands naked before me. He’s not as muscularly defined as Galen, but he has a working man’s muscle. You’d be surprised how much of a workout a kitchen can provide. Plus I make him go to the gym at least twice a week. I can’t have my Master walking around with a belly. I place my hand upon his lion pride tattoo, before reaching up to give him a kiss. He gives me a wink, before signaling to Galen to join him in the middle of the room.

 

Both contestants stretch, and roll out their joints before they begin. I take my seat, and wait with tremendous anticipation. I look around the room. The women all show their approval of my choice. My men begin circling one another. The women look on with longing, wishing they were at the mercy of these powerful men. They lock each other in a clinch, testing their strength. Both of their muscles bulge at the strain. Not even through sheer will can one over power the other. They break off resuming their dance, smiling their approval.

 

                Once again Galen lunges in for the clinch. Only this time Connor ducks underneath, moving to Galen’s back. Connor wraps him in a bear hug, and attempts to lift Galen. But he drops his weight widening his stance. Clearly Galen has had some training. I know Connor has been working out with some friends he met at the gym. They all think they’re going to be the next ultimate fighter. My Master thinks he’s such a bad a*s. Fishing his hands through Connors arms he breaks the hold, and tries to gain control. But Connor flips Galen with a fireman’s carry. Galen rolls away regaining his feet. He gives Connor another nod of approval, and once again they begin to circle.

 

                It is truly an erotic sight watching two men fight one another. To see the sweat form upon their bodies, to hear the grunts of their exertion, and the undeniable sight of raw power being displayed. Connor lunges but quickly drops to one knee, swinging his other leg behind Galen. He takes him down, moving to a side control. I’m not sure exactly what the rules are for this match. Connor never mentioned them. But neither one is stopping. Galen flips on to his side putting his knee between him and Connor. Both men fight for control, but Galen swings his legs around Connor.

 

                My p***y is so f*****g wet watching these two titans do battle. I should have asked Connor for a private showing. I’m desperately wishing to touch myself. I’m glad Connor told me not to wear any lingerie because I would have completely soaked through. I keep tracing my fingertips along the top of my thigh. A desperate attempt at a distraction, it fails miserably. I glance throughout the room. It seems the rest of the women are having an equally hard time. Their men can thank me later.

 

Galen and Connor fight in this position, each one trying to control the other. Connor pushes down on Galen’s hips, and straightens his back out. He forces his knee under Galen’s butt while fishing his arms through Galen’s legs. This breaks the hold. Connor moves quickly to try and sit on top of Galen. But he is fought off. Connor grabs the back of Galen’s head, flipping onto his back. Now Galen is in the same hold he placed Connor in. Galen makes a big mistake as he tries pushing his arms into Connors face. Connor traps one hand to his chest as he whips both legs around across Galen’s chest. Connor now has Galen’s arm in a vice, and he slowly lifts his hips applying pressure to the elbow. Galen tries to fight, but he succumbs to the hold. Having no choice, he taps against Connors leg.

 

                Connor releases him as he rolls away, regaining his feet. He extends his hand to Galen; a knowing look passes between the both of them. Grasping his hand, Galen picks himself up off the floor. I walk over to both my men. I’m not sure what else Connor has planned, but I do know I’m not going to be able to take much more. After such a display I just want to lock Connor and Galen away in a room, and f**k them till I can no longer move. Connor has already partially redressed himself, retrieving his pants. I give him a small kiss placing my hand on his lion pride tattoo.

 

“Whatever you have planned for the rest of the night, cancel it,” I say letting my lust get the better of me, “I’m ready to go back to our room.”

               

He traces his fingertips along the side of my face, as he weighs his options. I can’t help but purr against his fingertips, the b*****d knows me too well.

 

“I want him Connor. I want to feel both of you have your way with me,” I say as quietly as possible.

 

Connor merely chuckles.

 

“Well Ladies and Gentlemen,” Connor speaks full of amusement, “It seems the entertainment was too much for my lovely wife this evening. I hope you all had a wonderful time, and thank you for joining us in celebrating my wife’s birthday.”

 

I walk over to Galen letting my words flow like honey, “I wanted to thank you for all your help today, and to give you a small conciliation prize for your match.”

 

                I pull Galen down to me, caressing his lips with mine. His hand moves to my hip, steadying him. This sends a jolt straight to my c**t. I break our kiss, looking him in the eyes.

 

“Take me to my room now,” I demand.

 

He looks around the room trying to find Connor, but I will not take no for an answer. I run my nails along his chest. Making sure my eyes are burning with all the fire and lust swirling inside me.

 

“If you insist my lady,” Galen concedes, “Your room is this way.”

 

                Galen takes me by the arm as he leads on. I see Connor speaking with Declan as we leave the parlor. It’s a relatively short trip to the suite, which I’m grateful for. Galen opens the door revealing a lavish room. Of course I would expect nothing less. Given what I’ve seen of the rest of the manor. I take a quick tour of the room leaving Galen standing by the door. A giant four post bed sits in the center of the room with the other typical furniture you’d expect to find. There’s an adjoining bathroom off to the right of the bed.

 

“Galen would you dress down the bed for me while I make myself more comfortable,” I ask.

 

                He gives me a nod as I step into the bathroom. Jealousy hits me like a tidal wave. What kind of bathroom has a fireplace set into the wall? Well as far as I’m concerned every bathroom should from now on. Just like the rest of the manor the whole bathroom is set in a rich dark hardwood. A standing shower, which looks big enough for ten, just takes my breath away. A girl does love a good shower. It has a large waterfall shower head with a secondary sprayer. And if that wasn’t enough, a Jacuzzi bath is also present. It sits on a raised platform with unlit candles, sitting along a built in shelf. It’s something out of every woman’s wet dream. It even has dual sinks with a large vanity mirror, and it still feels larger than my bedroom at home. I’ve got to get the name of the contractor Declan used. Connor is going to have some home improvements to oversee.

 

                I remove my boots and skirt, setting them off to the side. I pull my hair down undoing the braid. I want Galen to twist his hands in my hair, as he impales me on that c**k. I check myself in the mirror before I return to the bedroom. Connor is standing in the door way with Galen looking slightly nervous by the bed.

 

“Was this your plan Lioness? To seduce him before I could have anything to say about it, haven’t you learned anything my Lioness,” Connor says sourly.

 

“Master….,” I say with a bit of anxiety.

 

                But Connor cuts me off with a look, clearly signaling he didn’t want an answer. Damn why do I always seem to cross the line. Connor looks over at Galen.

 

“Galen it seems my wife is quite taken with you,” Connor says with a bit of amusement, “Do you have any objections to being her present this evening. I have already spoken with Declan. He has expressed no objections, and says you will not be in any violation of employment. However before you answer, know that whatever happens in this room will be by my design. You do not get to have your way with her, nor she with you. If you can agree to submit to me, then I believe we can all enjoy the rest of the night. What say you?”

 

                You can see him considering Connor’s proposal. I’m shocked Connor even made the proposal in the first place. I expected Connor to throw him out, and have me strapped to the bed. Where of course all manner of punishments would be unleashed. Not a bad option. As many times I have found it is better to beg forgiveness at the hands of my Master. But this is a deliciously welcome surprise. All night I have fantasized of these two men taking me. Using me in all manner of sexual debauchery, till I am nothingness.

 

“I will not stand for pain to be inflicted upon me, nor will I let you f**k me Connor. Those are my only conditions,” Galen replies sternly.

 

“Those are fair conditions Galen,” Connor concedes with a bit of mockery, “And don’t worry, your a*s is safe from me. However Tara’s, now that is a different story.”

 

                A lump catches in my throat, but my whole body hums with excitement. This is really going to happen. I’m going to be fucked by both of these powerful, gorgeous, just down right sexy men. As if my p***y wasn’t aching before, it gets slammed into overdrive. Ok boys. I’m just going to jump on the bed, and you use me to your hearts content.

 

“Galen, lie on the bed,” Connor commands, “I want you to spread your arms towards the posts. I told Declan to make sure this room was fully equipped with restraints and toys. Hopefully we have something strong enough to hold your big a*s down. Tara while I’m busy, I want you to have a little fun with Galen. Explore your present, I know you weren’t able to unwrap him. But this is perhaps the next best thing. Tease him; don’t just jump on, and go for a ride. I know what that look in your eyes means. Have patience my Lioness.”

 

                I give him my best sexy pout. Patience has never been one of my virtues. Although given the specimen before me, I could make an exception. Galen climbs on the bed, and positions himself as Connor instructs. All that gorgeous muscle put on display for me. I walk over to the bed, sitting myself on the edge. Letting my legs drape off the side, I study my present. Galen is the way a man’s body should be. Not a sight of perfection sculpted from marble. Sure his muscles maybe defined, but it’s the imperfections that make a man. The scars and weathering that says he has stood tall in hell, and the devil blinked. Everything about him screams warrior. 

 

                I casually caress his chest as I take in every part of him. His c**k is beginning to rise. Not that it has gone unnoticed throughout the night. On more than one occasion I saw the women of the party staring at the impressive member hanging between his legs. He’s not porn star huge. I’d say a touch above average, but he sure is thick. I reach down letting my nails drag along his length. He flexes his hips trying to give me better access. I indulge myself wrapping my hand around his c**k. I’m barely able to close my hand around his girth. Slowly I start to stroke his c**k. I really cannot wait to get this c**k inside me. Connor can you please hurry the f**k up, and get in here. Oh speak of the devil. 

 

“I trust Tara has been keeping you in good company Galen,” Connor says full of sarcasm, “Lioness would you please come here, and take one of these scarfs. I was hoping for cuffs, but Declan did not provide any big enough for our Galen. Now would you be a doll, and secure his left arm to the bedpost. I’ll take the right.”

 

                I take the scarf, doing as Connor instructs. My heart skipped a beat hearing Connor refer to Galen as ours. I know this strange attachment I feel is just silly sentiment. Tonight shall only be tonight, but I do feel as if Galen is mine. Why am I such a girl at the weirdest times? Galen tests the strength of the knots. Just a natural reflex when you’ve been tied up.

 

                Connor wanders off again, and I resume the task I started before I was interrupted. So what if I mentally asked him to interrupt me? It’s in a woman’s nature to be irritated with a man when he does exactly what she was thinking. Coming to the foot of the bed I kneel between Galen’s legs. Taking his balls in my mouth, I start stroking his c**k again. Connor did say to tease him. And so what if I’m just jumping right in. As I said patience is not one of my virtues. He bucks his hips in agreement. I feel a sharp thud hit my a*s.

 

“I said tease him a little. I didn’t say anything about sucking his c**k my Lioness,” Connor says angrily.

 

                I look over my shoulder at Connor holding a leather flogger. God, he always looks so f*****g sexy when he’s trying to be menacing. Well he did accuse me of sucking Galen’s c**k. I might as well commit the crime. I take Galen in the back of my throat. He groans as he pulls against the scarfs. Finally I get this man to make a noise. Again I feel the delicious thud of the flogger. This only spurs me on. I pick up the pace on Galen.

 

                Connor increases his intensity with the flogger. I lift my a*s higher, showing him the wetness of my p***y. Galen starts to rock his hips. His control is slipping. I grab his balls giving them a firm squeeze just below the base of his c**k. As much as I want to feel my mouth flooded with his cum. I want this c**k buried in my p***y first. With a loud pop, I release Galen keeping a strong vice with my hand. I turn to look over my shoulder.

 

“Can I f**k him now my Master? I can’t wait any longer. Please let me have him inside me,” I plead.

 

                Connor throws the flogger off to the side somewhere, cupping my throat as he devours my mouth. I reach down with my other hand stroking Galen’s c**k. With such intensity, I work him over as fast as I can. He grunts outs his torture, wanting desperately to cum. But the vice I have at the base of his c**k, holds him back. His c**k is so full and thick. I’m going to be sore after this ride. But I’ll relish in it for days to come, remembering my Celtic warrior. Connor releases me, my breathing labored and fast. I need to be fucked now.

 

“Get on that c**k my Lioness,” Connor commands.

 

                You don’t have to tell me twice, as I climb up Galen’s body. I grind my p***y against his c**k, torturing myself as much as him. But it is short lived. I reach down positioning Galen at the entrance to my dripping p***y. I waste no time slamming myself to the hilt on his c**k. Galen roars out his pleasure, sending a shockwave up my spine. I love hearing a man moan for me. My p***y clamps down hard on his c**k, as I feel my orgasm nearing. His c**k stretches, and hits all the right spots. I may have to hide him in the trunk of my car, and then stash him in my closet.

 

                Connor comes up from behind, shoving me down on Galen’s chest. I feel the icy touch of lubricant being spread into my a*s. Connor is such a b*****d. He never warms it up. But at the same time it feels oh so good. He pushes himself inside me. The pain is pure bliss, as I feel my Master filling me. Galen groans his approval as well, feeling the added pressure.

 

“I know you’re not thinking about cumming yet my Lioness,” Connor orders.

 

“I wouldn’t dream of it my Master”, I say breathlessly.

 

                They both start in a torturous slow rhythm. Each one pulls themselves to the edge before sliding back to the hilt. It’s such an amazing feeling being filled by such powerful men. I can tell Galen is fighting for every ounce of control he can muster. Not that I can blame him. I could have cum ten times by now. Just from the sheer over load of pleasure.

 

“Galen,” Connor says, “I haven’t given you permission to cum either.”

 

                With that Connor removes himself, but only for a moment. He grabs me at the knees, bracing my back against his chest. I reach behind cupping the back of his head, and squealing with fright. I’m not sure how he manages it, but he walks us off the edge of the bed. He forces me down, spreading my feet wide. I do my best to steady myself, letting my hands fall on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t waste any time slamming himself into my p***y.

 

                His strong hands grab my hips, forcing his c**k inside me. I scream with pleasure at the assault. But at this rate I won’t last long. Connor gives a sharp slap to my a*s, leaving a nice red hand print. Although I’m unable to see it, I can feel the pride radiating off of him.  Again he slaps my a*s, alternating where each slap hits. It distracts me from my over bearing need to cum, but not by much. Why did I have to go, and marry such a cruel, sexy, utterly amazing b*****d? I scream into the sheets my frustration, hoping that he will take pity on me. But I’d probably have a better chance with the lottery.

 

                He pulls himself out again, pulling me down to the floor. I knew he wasn’t going the entire night without getting his c**k sucked. He shoves himself in my mouth, keeping a firm grip at the base of my head. I barely get time to breathe. God I just f*****g love it when he treats me this way. I feel myself drooling, and I do my best not to make a mess of myself. A woman’s got to have her priorities in order. I can't just go around drooling all over myself. Even with my Master's c**k filling my throat. I purr letting the vibrations wash over him. He lets out a growl, offering up a curse to the gods. I just let myself smile, and glow with the knowledge of the pleasure I give him. He reaches down picking me up by the arms, and drops me on the bed with a small thump. He crawls on the bed backing me up to Galen.

 

“Time for another ride my Lioness,” Connor commands, “face me, and give Galen the chance to enjoy that tight little a*s of yours.”

 

                Crawling over the rest of Galen’s body, I swing my legs over facing my Master. Neither one of us wasting any time, I seat Galen in my a*s. The look of primal need on the face of Connor melts everything inside me. Galen f***s my a*s with a vengeance. Not waiting for Connor’s command. I think my Celtic warrior’s patience has been exhausted. But Connor just sits their staring into my eyes, as he strokes his c**k. I swear this man has the patience of a saint. Either that or he is the most evil man I've ever encountered. I’m still not sure which.

 

                But even my Master can’t hold out forever. He pulls himself between Galen and me, holding my hips. This causes Galen to curse, and rage all sorts of obscenities. I smile, understanding the frustration. But my Master doesn’t keep us waiting long. He reclaims my p***y with a vicious need. Galen offers his gratitude as he resumes the assault on my a*s. Neither one of them is holding back. Both of them claiming, and pushing me far beyond the brink.

 

                I dig my nails into my Master’s shoulders, doing my best to hang on. I can feel myself slipping into the void of pure pleasure. All I feel are these two men pounding me, taking what is theirs to possess. Connor grabs the back of my head, forcing me to look into his eyes. Everything explodes inside me, seeing such passion and ownership. I can’t help it. There’s no way for me to hold back any longer. He gives me a nod, barely able to speak the words. But he gives a growl mustering up his strength.

 

“Both of you f*****g cum now,” Connor groans.

 

                Galen screams to the heavens sending one last vicious thrust as he floods my a*s. My Master doesn’t last, but a minute longer, filling my p***y with his cum. I turn to nothingness. Losing count of how many orgasms and aftershocks rack my body. I’m not even sure when we all stop screaming and panting. But I feel such a sense of serenity being trapped between these two men. No one moves. The ability for feeling in our limbs escapes us. Well I can’t really speak for the guys, but I have no intention of moving. Not even for coffee. Well maybe an arm to reach out and grab it.

 

                I feel Connor move as he goes to the head of the bed to remove the scarfs from Galen’s wrists. Galen rolls his wrists as he begins to regain some feeling. I just continue to lie on top of him, content in the warmth of his body. But he rolls me off to the side. I groan as my body screams at me. Why can’t men just let women use them as their own personal mattress? But I curl up next to him none the less. But then he crushes my hopes, and dreams once again when he moves from the bed. I’m going to beat this man. That is if I could move.

 

“Is there anything else you require of me this evening sir,” Galen asks.

 

“No, thank you Galen,” Connor simply replies.

 

                I actually could use a snack, but I try to sit up to give my request to Connor. My body screams at me followed by a wave of exhaustion. All I’m able to do is groan, which makes Connor chuckle. Forget about it I’ll just starve. This bed is just too damn comfy to move. Connor moves around the room making sure all the lights are turned off, and everything is squared away.

 

“Would you just hurry up, and get your a*s in bed damn it,” I say sleepily.

 

“Careful Lioness, the night is still young,” Connor warns.

 

“Fine get in here, and f**k me then,” I say brashly, “But I’m going to sleep. Just clean me up when you’re done.” 

 

                He gives my a*s a hard slap before flipping me on my back. I don’t know where he gets the stamina, but he slams his c**k back inside my p***y. I was right about being sore tomorrow. But how can I turn down such a demanding man. What the hell? So much for getting some sleep tonight, sleep is overrated anyways. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me. Might as well enjoy the ride, let see just how much stamina he’s got. I rake my nails down his back, as his eyes snap up to mine. He smiles. The devil dances in his eyes.

 

                We f**k each other into the mindless abyss of pleasure. I don’t know when we finally fell asleep. All I remember is passing out in Connors arms. What more can a girl ask for. Connor was right; this will be a night that I will always remember.