Axes & O’s

29. Morgan

Chapter 29

Morgan

“Blindfold her,” Fox says as he walks swiftly back to the bed. He’s removed his shirt but kept his sweats on, and with the way the fire backlights him, the orange glow dancing along his tattooed skin and strong muscles, he looks exactly like his namesake.

He may be a large man, but his every movement appears easy. He’s always had a lightness on his feet, even more so after his time in the Special Forces—and that makes him the great hunter that he is. My hunter. My cunning, kinky, caring, and beautiful hunter.

My body grows heavy with lust, and a moan sneaks past my lips as Nathan slides off my body. I feel the heat of his cock through his pants dragging over my sensitive skin until he pulls away, sitting on his haunches.

The two men ignore my noise, and Fox hands Nathan a black silk blindfold. I don’t miss the way their fingers brush and their eyes meet, words passing between them again that the world can’t hear. It’s an image I’ll keep playing behind my blindfold as they use me to their liking.

Nathan crawls over me again, and I lift my head up without him having to ask. He smiles, his eyes firm and colder now yet pleased at my minimal offering. He ties the blindfold around my eyes and then tests it to make sure I can’t see. When he’s done, he leaves my body, but I don’t have time to complain. Two hands grab me by my ankles and pull me toward the edge of the bed.

I squeal at the sudden movement, and Nathan chuckles. “I like that sound,” he says.

“You’ll hear it plenty,” Fox answers gruffly.

“Only if it’s good.” Both men go quiet at my retort, and I smile demurely.

The energy in the air gets thick, and I know I’m not going to get away with that comment. But that’s the reason I did it. I could follow the rules and be a good little lamb for them, but while I do like that side of myself, I also like to be a brat. And Fox likes to be a brat tamer.

“Are you testing us, Morgan?” Fox snaps.

I feel a whoosh of air brush my chest, and a smack resounds through the room. I cry out from the sudden sting, my breast moving from the force of a calloused palm—Fox’s palm. Before I can recover, he smacks my other breast right on my piercing. My nipple is so hard around it that my eyes water from the sensation, but I bite my tongue to keep from crying out. After another succession of swats, the onslaught stops, and my chest heaves as I catch my breath.

“I think Morgan needs a little reminder of what her mouth is good for,” Fox says.

“What do you have in mind?” Nathan replies easily.

Fox doesn’t verbally respond. Instead, I hear movement, and I think one of them walks over to the corner of our room where we keep a cedar chest of toys. My brain starts firing off, attempting to guess what they’re going to get, and several things come to mind.

When soft yet firm fingers push against my cheeks, forcing my mouth to part in an O, I eagerly open to find out what it is.

“Brats don’t get our cocks,” Fox says near my ear as Nathan starts to slide the silicone gag into my mouth. I know it’s him because his movements are gentle and his hands are soft.

I whimper when I realize what gag it is. It’s one we’ve only used a couple of times, one reserved for when I’ve been very naughty or when Fox wants to test my gag reflex .

Instead of a small ball or the O-ring gag my husband tends to favor, they’ve given me a “deep-throat gag.” The small penis-shaped dildo with a ball on the opposite end will force me not only to suck on a cock that isn’t real, but my lips will remain wide around the ball. It’s uncomfortable and messy, but I can’t deny it excites me. I like to be punished, and even more, I like to please Fox—and now Nathan.

Once it’s secure, I feel Fox’s strong fingers check it to make sure Nathan’s fastened it correctly. My mouth begins to water from the intrusion and strange taste, my body temperature rising as I work to swallow around the silicone. A moment later, a small clicker is placed in my hand.

“If it’s too much, you know what to do,” Fox says.

I nod, unable to use my words. Fox goes on to tell Nathan why he’s doing this. Since my eyes are covered and now my mouth is occupied, the clicker is here for me in case I need them to stop.

“Roll onto your belly,” Fox says next. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

I do as he asks, careful not to hit my clicker. The new position has the spit that was accumulating around the fake cock seeping from my lips and down my chin. I swallow, the small cock annoying yet doing the work it’s supposed to do: reminding me that if I was a good girl, my mouth would be free and my breath easier.

A hand runs down my head, again a softer and gentler touch so I know it’s Nathan. “Good girl. You look so…” His words trail off, but then I hear him say quietly, “…sexy.”

His praise hits me differently than my husband’s. While Fox’s is true and sure, the kind of praise that settles deep in my bones and grounds me, Nathan’s is sweet and innocent, as if he’s in awe of me. I like them both, and I like that Nathan isn’t trying to run out of the room. It’s not like the position I’m in is very tame. It may be for me and Fox, but not for him.

But he’s staying .

Nathan’s hand drags down my head to my back, his fingers trailing my spine till he reaches my ass. I wait impatiently to see what he’s doing, my pussy screaming for him to dip his fingers inside, but he grips my ass cheeks and spreads them wide. A split second later, his saliva drips onto my tight ring of muscle. I moan around my gag, more of my own spit falling from my lips to the comforter.

There’s a click and then a buzzing noise followed by cold lube being spread over my back entrance. My hands clench on the comforter, and I swallow around the phallic gag as Nathan holds my ass cheeks open and Fox’s finger plays with my tight hole. He teases the muscle, dipping the lube inside, but the bastard doesn’t give me more than the tip.

Nathan squeezes the globes of my ass harder while Fox continues to torture me, both of them playing me like a fiddle but never giving me more of what I want. After another minute of teasing, the vibrating tip of a butt plug is pressed into my back entrance.

More lube is applied, and then there’s a fair amount of pressure as Fox inserts the silicone bulb past the flexing muscle until it’s halfway in.

“Fuck!” I cry, but the sound that comes out of my mouth is nothing like the word. The men playing with me chuckle as the vibrating plug seats itself all the way to its hilt, and I squirm on the bed from the feeling.

“That’s it, lamb,” Fox praises as he puts pressure against the base of the plug. “Such a good whore for us, taking what you deserve.”

My eyes water at the fullness I feel. I don’t even have their cocks in me, but between the gag, the plug, and their hands on me, my body is in sensory overload. Especially with the blindfold.

“Nathan,” Fox says, moving his fingers from the plug to my wet pussy. “Look at how she’s dripping for us. For you.” He spreads my outer labia with his thumbs to illustrate his point, exposing my inner walls to him.

“Goddamn, Morgan. I can see you clenching that tight pussy.” Nathan groans. “You want our cocks, don’t you?”

I nod, moaning around the gag. Nathan squeezes my ass, his fingers trailing down toward Fox’s where they are still holding me open.

“Can I touch?” he asks, though I know the question isn’t directed at me.

“She’s our toy, Nathan. Play with her how you want.”

God, my husband. He knows exactly what I like to hear. My clit throbs, and my hips move of their own accord against the bed. But before I can get any type of relief, a hand comes down on my ass in four quick swats, much like what Fox did to my breasts. “So fucking naughty.”

My spine tingles, because the words and spanks didn’t come from Fox this time—they came from Nathan. When he’s done, I hardly have time to register movement before I’m being flipped onto my back. The plug is still vibrating, and the sudden change in position seats it further inside my ass. My head falls back against the bed, and I moan wildly around the gag, making a mess of myself as more spit seeps from my lips onto my face and neck.

“This is a spreader bar,” Fox says to Nathan as he begins buckling padded cuffs around my wrists and ankles. “It will keep her from being able to get away.”

More arousal floods my pussy at his devious tone and the promise of all the dirty things they can do to me while I’m confined by this device. I swallow around my gag as the two men work to maneuver my body so my legs are bent and spread open, feet in the air, and my hands are hooked near my ankles on the bar, leaving me in what is almost a lewd crunch.

“Beautiful,” Nathan whispers.

The bed shifts near my head, and then breath is fanning across the side of my face. “Are you okay, lamb?” Fox asks .

I nod at him in response.

“Are you comfortable?”

I shake my head from side to side, and he ghosts a kiss on my cheek before taking my earlobe between his teeth and biting down.

“Good.”