Axes & O’s

38. Morgan

Chapter 38

Morgan

While I expected to be getting some action tonight—it is Christmas Eve, after all—I didn’t expect to be strapped to the special stockade Fox ordered for me and laid out like a sacrificial lamb for Jolly Old Saint Nick in front of the Christmas tree. But here we are—and I’m not complaining.

Nathan kneels between my spread and bound legs, admiring my body as he runs his hands up and down my thighs. My head is angled up by the face cradle so I can see whatever he’s about to do to me, and my arms are bound in the stocks above my head. I’m once again completely at the mercy of two insatiable men, and my pussy is dripping almost embarrassingly for them.

Fox approaches fully dressed, a curious look in his eyes. I was anxious about his reaction to Nathan calling his smile beautiful, and truthfully, I still am. But as he gazes down at me with love, I push those thoughts aside. Now isn’t the time to have a deep conversation, and I doubt my husband would appreciate a heart-to-heart while I’m in this position.

Or maybe he would, but I hold back, knowing we’ll talk later and hoping he’ll work through whatever’s on his mind. Because no matter what he thinks, he deserves happiness. We all do.

Fox brushes his fingers down my cheek. “Everything feeling okay, lamb?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He nods, tracing my lips with the pad of his thumb. “You don’t have to be formal tonight. It’s Christmas, after all. ”

I blink at him, my chest warming. “Is it midnight?”

“Just after.”

“Merry Christmas to me, then.”

Fox chuckles, slipping the tip of his thumb between my lips. I suck on it, and he slides his finger further in, pressing down on the pad of my tongue. My mouth starts to water just as he pulls back, and he puts his lips to my ear to whisper, “Later.”

My inner walls clench at his promise, and Nathan groans.

We look over at him together, his hands still stroking my thighs as he watches us. He’s taken off his shirt, and the fire is making his skin glow and the corded muscles of his arms more prominent.

“Someday, I’d love to watch you two together.”

“Again?” I tease.

Nathan’s hand comes down on my clit in a light slap, and I jump in surprise. “So bold to be teasing me when you’re tied up.”

My head turns to Fox, who looks like he’s biting his cheek to keep from laughing. Despite the predicament I’m in and the fact that he’s trying not to laugh, I’m glad my husband is letting himself go a bit, even though I know it’s hard for him. Especially after all the things he’s gone through and everything he does for me and our business.

“Do it again—I dare you.” I smile cheekily at Nathan.

He smirks and lifts his hand up, smacking my clit again—not once or even twice, but three times.

“We created a monster,” Fox mutters against my ear.

“I think it’s your fault,” I groan.

Fox’s lip twitches before he stands, making his way toward where Nathan is kneeling. He grabs something off the table behind him before pulling over a wooden chair so he has a direct view of my pussy and Nathan. Only then does my brain register what Nathan said: Someday, I’d love to watch you two togethe r .

My chest grows heavy, and butterflies fill my stomach at the prospect of it. He fits in with us so well, he’s almost too perfect. But he’s perfect for us.

Nathan smiles up at me then uses his green-painted thumb to trace broad circles around my clit without ever actually touching it.

I lick my lips. “What are you going to do?”

He continues his ministrations. “Fox is going to teach me how to do something I imagined doing yesterday.”

My interest piques. “Is that so?”

He nods, thumb still drawing a circle around my clit, gathering wetness from my pussy with each swipe.

“You’ll like it, baby,” he says, a reminder that the same endearment slipped from his lips while he was inside me. It sounds good coming from him, and I’ll admit, I could get used to it. Which is a little scary. But at the same time, I’ve come to realize that what we had with Gabe—or any other partner, for that matter—was never going to work. Not because I don’t think they could ever truly understand who Fox is and our dynamic together, though that was largely true, but because they weren’t Nathan.

Another little slap to my clit has my eyes refocusing on the man between my thighs. I press my head back into the padded cradle as Nathan strokes around my stinging sex.

“She will like it,” Fox assures cockily.

My eyes flit to my husband’s as he takes what’s in his hand and gives it to Nathan. A bottle of lube.

“Make her come; get her nice and relaxed,” Fox tells him.

“Yes, Sir.”

I don’t miss the way Fox’s lip twitches at his reply, and the image of them together in the woods comes to mind. I still don’t know if I’ll recover from watching that.

Nathan flips open the cap of the lube and dribbles the thick liquid over my pussy lips. He catches it with his fingers, handing the bottle back to Fox as he rubs it over my clit. My eyes roll back slightly, and I wiggle against my restraints.

“You’re so needy,” Nathan says. “I think I could tease you for hours.”

“Please don’t,” I groan, causing both men to chuckle.

“Always such a little whore, Wife,” Fox says.

I nod, my body itching for more touch. More feeling. More anything. I just need more than the small touches Nathan is giving me.

“She’s being so good. Give her two fingers; start stretching her.”

My gaze fixes between my legs again, and I see Nathan’s thumb still working my clit while his other hand moves to my opening. When he dips his two fingers inside, my hips grind into the air, already seeking more.

“That’s it,” Fox says. “Use your mouth; make her come.”

Nathan doesn’t hesitate. He leans forward, his lips sucking over my sensitive bundle of nerves. I cry out his name, my hips thrusting up off the table. Fox shifts so he can lay his palm flat on my belly, adding pressure that heightens everything happening inside me.

“Yes!” Nathan’s fingers turn and hook, brushing against my G-spot as he flicks his tongue over my clit.

“She’s close already,” Fox says. “Add a third finger. Fuck her harder.”

Nathan’s third finger enters me, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s staring up at me, a smile in his eyes as he licks and sucks me, the veins in his arm protruding as he fucks me hard and fast.

Fox adds more pressure to my belly, and I know what he’s trying to do.

“Let it happen, lamb. Make a mess.”

I press my head into the cradle of the stockade, my hands fisting as Nathan moves his fingers harder and faster, hitting my G-spot again and again. The sound of my pussy being fucked, the noise of my wetness, is perverted and wild, and I love everything about it.

“Let go, Morgan. Nathan wants to taste that sweet cum.”

At another press against my stomach, I feel my release take over my body. Wetness coats my thighs and Nathan’s hand as I squirt and pulse around his fingers, falling hard and fast.

“Nathan!” I cry. He doesn’t let up; instead, he adds a fourth finger. I don’t know if Fox told him to do that, but my head is fuzzy, and my vision is spotting.

“Holy fuck, that was amazing.” Nathan groans. “You taste so good, baby.” His tongue laps over the wetness on my quaking thighs, and his fingers continue to move inside me, riding me through my orgasm and prolonging it.

When I feel more lube dripping down my heated pussy, I peel my eyes open and look at the two deviants with complete and utter control over me.

Fox draws circles over my belly and then trails his hand down my thigh. “That was one, lamb.”

My chest heaves, and I take a short inhale as a bead of sweat drips down my forehead. “More?”

Nathan’s fingers move in a circle inside, and my entire body twitches. “I still haven’t completed my mission,” he says.

I drop my head back down and cry out again as his four fingers flex inside me. When he starts to rub my clit once more, working his fingers deeper, it clicks. “Nathan,” I whine.

“Yeah, Morgan?”

“Make it good.”