Wilder's Fantasies by Cindy Jacks Read Free Book Online Page A

footsteps, she knew he moved around the playroom, but she couldn't tell what he was doing. No telltale sounds or scents though she had been splayed out in a ready position, bound to his liking for nearly half an hour. Sometimes the wait was part of his bag of tricks, too.
    “Yes, preciosa ? Growing impatient?”
    “Yeah, but in a good way.”
    A warm, bass laugh told her he was amused. He must have something very special planned, indeed.
    “What are we waiting for?” she asked.
    His answer: a light whack to her thigh with a sturdy wooden paddle. “Patience, mi amor . Patience.”
    Without warning, a thick void of sound hugged her ears. Headphones? This was new. Noise-filtering headphones. Now, not only was she deprived of sight, but also of her hearing.
    “Marcelo?” She struggled to keep the burst of panic out of her voice. Her own words proved the only sounds she could hear.
    His reassuring hand stroked her cheek. She imagined him saying, “All you have to do is say the word.” He loved to remind her that the safe word would set her free. He also knew that Fiona regarded the use of the word Strangelove as weakness and she was not weak. She prided herself on pushing to whatever limit he had chosen—and in some cases, past it. This new device would make tonight's game all the more arousing. Fiona trusted her master.
    As if he sensed her thoughts, his touch moved from her face, down her abdomen, to her thighs. A gentle kiss grazed her clitoris. She tensed against her bindings. Sueded leather cut into her ankles and tightened around her wrists. Arms bound overhead, she cursed that she couldn't run her hands over his body. It was, after all, such a lovely body. Thick, sculpted musculature covered in caramel-colored skin.
    Marcelo slipped a finger inside her cunt, and then another. And then another. The tension worked to open her. Muscles deep inside relaxed with each push. Hot lips suckled at her bare nipple, sending electrical pulses from her breast straight to her core. Her pussy tightened around his fingers. At this, he withdrew their stimulation. No, he wouldn't let her come yet.
    Thick cock probing her wet slit, Marcelo into her cunt. Or was it Marcelo? Something about the shaft felt foreign, not quite like Marcelo, nor did the slim form between her legs feel like her master. Had someone else entered her?
    The realization gave her a shiver. While Marcelo was more than willing to allow others into their bedroom to watch or take part in games, he rarely allowed anyone to take their enjoyment while she was tied up. That was usually his right alone.
    Excitement washed over her at the thought her master sharing her. Bound and unable to see or hear who fucked her, Fiona delighted in this new game. Her cunt spasmed, her nipples drawing to tight buds.
    The stranger's rhythm seemed somehow familiar, but she couldn't figure out to whom it belonged. His thrusts were urgent, passionate, but at the same time less commanding than Marcelo's. He moved inside her cunt with tenderness, but enough force on the upstroke to rub the entire length of his shaft against her most sensitive spot. She moaned and writhed beneath him. Who cared at this moment about names or faces? As long as he kept giving her pleasure. But just as she neared a powerful orgasm, her beautiful stranger withdrew.
    “No,” she cried. “Please, don't stop.” Though she knew the objection to be useless, she pulled against her restraints. To her surprise, her legs came free, no doubt because Marcelo had given the stranger permission to free them.
    Strong shoulders scooped under her knees and someone pushed inside of her again. This time it was Marcelo. His cock filled her, his sac tickling her ass. He slid in and out of her easily, her cunt soaking wet. Marcelo worked hard and fast, his pelvis ramming against her thighs until her pussy dripped cream. Again she felt herself on the edge of losing control and again, her master withdrew.
    He released the tie holding