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More Than Darkness	By : SaMe Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon Dasies' OUATIM fics on ff.net,
More Than Eyes Alone Can See, and More Than Life, and Sands/Jeffrey from
Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story will make some
sense, probably, if you read it without having read either of our stories, but
it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them. They're all worth
reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen. We�re really not quite sure
ourselves. On with the story.

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Salida quickly made her way down
to the street, slipping on a pair of sunglasses to hcovecover her face. There were people lingering on the street,
and was was suspicious of their motives.
Probably waiting for the matinee,
she thought, hiding a blush at the memories that accompanied it. Her little display of exhibitionism had been
interesting to say the least, but she doubted it was something she�d do
often. She didn�t rule out the
possibility, because she knew her husband.
And if he wanted to, he could probably talk her into doing it
again. Maybe for his birthday.

Quickly climbing into a taxi, Salida directed the cabbie to take her to
the historical district. There were a
number of boutiques and small shops that might have what she was looking for. Not that she was in a hurry. She had all day to kill, and she planned on using it well.

But despite the hours and hours she had, the day passed rather
quickly. She was listening to a street
band playing Cajun music when she looked at her watch � it was already 4:30.
Some of the boutiques she�d found promising outfits in wouldn�t be open
for much longer so she needed to get a move on.

Walking into one of the shops she�d visited earlier � appropriately
named �The Fox Hole� � she shifted her grip on the several bags she was already
carrying. When they�d fled Los Vegas,
Jeffrey�s bag of �goodies� had been left behind, and she�d done her best to
restock it.
�Can I help you?�

Salida turned to an an eager sales woman � whether she was eager to
make a sale or close early, Salida couldn�t tell. �Yes.
I�m on my honeymoon and I�m planning to torment my husband tonight. I just have no idea what I�m looking for.�

The clerk smiled widely, and a bit wickedly if Salida wasn�t imagining
things, and asked, �Surely you must have some idea. He�s your husband.� She waited for Salida to nod before speaking
again. �Tell me what he�s like. What does he like
when concerning you, rather?� she asked with a wink.

�What he�s like concerning me?
Possessive, territorial, wickedly seductive, teasing, dominant, sexy,
loving . . .� Salida trailed off, then shook her head,
gathering her thoughts. �However,
tonight he lost a dare and control has changed hands, so to speak.�

�Oh, the best kind,� the woman said gleefully, clapping her hands
together. Salida raised an eyebrow, but
didn�t comment. �So, he likes to have
thing his way all the time, is that what you�re saying? He likes to be in control.�

�Yes. �And you said he�s more dominant, yes. Tell me, does he like tying you up before he
has his fun? I�m betting he does,� she
said with another wink. �I�m just trying
to get a feel for him, dearie. That�s
all. This is about what he would want to
see you in, correct?�

�Leather and silk,� was the prompt answer. Salida stopped and thought about what she�d
just said, wondering where it�d come from before she remembered the
conversation they�d had over their first meal together. �Yes . . . leather and silk. But he also likes to have some things left to
the imagination . . . at least for a bit.
Low necks, high slits, but out of materials that aren�t
see-through. He likes seeing me with hairhair down around my bare shoulders. Sexy
. . . naughty but nice, I suppose.�
Then, thinking, she continued, �Perhaps a few tattoos. Fake ones.
One for my shoulder and one for my hip.
I�d get real ones, but I�m not sure how they�d stand up to the test of
time. I�m sure you understand.�

�Of course. It seems you have a
pretty good idea of what you wanted when you came in here after all,� the clerk
pointed out with a smile. �Now, let�s
see if we can�t find something to make your husband drool over, shall we?� She turned again and continued searching
through the store, pulling out and immediately discarding a number of outfits. �How about this?� she asked, pulling up a black leather . . . well, Salida wasn�t entirely sure what
it was exactly, but it was black and leather. It might have been an extremely tight shapely
leather dress but for the fact that the bottom was like a leotard, covering
just the tops of her hips and leaving the rest of her legs bare. It didn�t have sleeves either, the neckline
covering just above the bust line, coming up to two soft points about where the
middle of her breasts would be. The back
laced up in a complicated crisscrossing of black silk ribbon, making the entire
thing very tight. �You�d need a bit of
help in getting in and outthisthis one, but that�s half the fun. Is something like this what
you had in mind, or shall I keep looking?�

Examining it with a critical eye, Salida slowly said, �I�ll take it . .
. but it�s not what I want for tonight.
Tonight I want . . . soft.
Feminine. Sweet. Something that will contrast with what I�m
planning on doing to him. Like . . .
like a �30�s film queen waiting in her boudoir for her illicit lover.�

�Oh I see. Very nice,� the clerk
moved quickly to another area of the store and pulled out another piece of
clothing. �Something like this, perhaps?�
This time, the item she pulled out was red. A bright, passionate red that reminded Salida
of a fresh rose. It was also completely
made out of silk from what she could see. It had a very tight bodice, but a completely
full skirt that stopped just about mid-thigh. It wasn�t sleeveless, but with the two extremely
thin straps that were supposed to go over her shoulders, it might as well have
been. �Is this more of what you had in
mind?�

�Closer. And he�ll definitely
appreciate it.� Salida sighed in
frustration. �I�m sorry I�m being so
difficult. I�ve been shopping since
eight this morning, and this would be the same reason I�m empty handed now.� She rubbed the back of her neck, closing her
eyes and thinking about what she wanted.
�I . . . I think that what I want is . . . lacy black underwear . . .
and with a front closure bra . . . and some sort of red over robe. Blood red.
That stops mid-thigh. I also
think I want stockings and I know I need a pair of shoes . . . perhaps
something with that buckles over the ankle.�
Opening her eyes, she laughed. �So
much for not knowing what I want.�

The clerk laughed. �Don�t worry
about it. That�s what shopping is all
about. You look for something you want,
you don�t find it and then all of the sudden you�re inspired. I understand completely. Now, if only we can find something like what
you have in mind.� The shoes actually,
were the easiest items to find, but it didn't take long for Salida to find the
other items she had envisioned as well. This, is going to be fun, she thought
wickedly to herself. �Now, is that all?�
the shopkeeper asked.

�Like I said, I�m open to suggestions.
If you have any glaring ideas to what might make the night more fun, I�m
open to them.� Some of the wicked humor
she was in spread to her lips, giving her an almost predatory smile.

�How far do you want to go in turning the tables on him?� the clerk
asked. �What I mean is,
do you want to be the one in control for a change? How does he feel about restraints? And what are his sexual pleasures? Does he like a little pain with his pleasure
or not? Some men do, some men don�t. It all depends on who it is.�

Salida slapped herself on the forehead.
�Damn. I forgot restraints.� Looking down at her bags, she muttered, �I
remember everything but the restraints.�
Then, looking up at the clerk, she said, �Yes. Restraints are good, pain is good, a little
bit of voyeurism is good.�

�For you, or for him? The voyeurism, I mean? And don�t worry about restraints. We�ve got more than enough to suit your needs,
I think,� she said making a wide gesture to the items in the store. �And how much pain? And what kind?�

�I think I�m good in the pain department. Hot wax, hot fudge, scalpels and rubbing
alcohol. And voyeurism for him � he
likes watching � although I�m not against trying it.�

�Well as far as giving him his chance to be voyeuristic goes, we can�t
really help that. That�s up to you. And I�m sure that once you�ve got him securely
restrained, you�ll get your own chance to be as voyeuristic as you want, should
you feel so inclined.�

The two women headed towards the cash register. �Something tells me that even the night I
have planned won�t give me the time to do everything I�m inclined to do.� They shared
an evil grin.

�So I take it you want some restraints.�

�Absolutely. I don�t suppose you
have a set of four?�

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After making her purchases,
Salida once again looked at her watch, surprised that it was now nearly
six. Her stomach rumbled, confirming the
late hour, so she went to a nearby caf� to eat.

As she sat and ordered, she noticed a musician strolling around the
premises, playing guitar. He was wearing
a suede jacket, and had hair long enough to tie back � longer than Jeffrey�s actually, and he was handsome and exciting in a
raffish sort of way. When he stopped to
play for her though, she waved him on with the advice that cute as he was, her
husband could make mincemeat of him.

An hour and some minutes later, she was climbing out of yet another cab,
laden with bags, outside her hotel.
Walking into the lobby, she thought about all that she could do . . .
and decided to go back outside to do some reconnaissance.

Leaving her bags with the doorman, she went to the curb and located the
balcony she and Jeffrey had used so well that morning. There was a light on in their room, but the
one next to it � Sands� room � was dark.
As she watched, she noticed a shadow fall across the closed curtains,
and when it passed again a few seconds later, she realized that Jeffrey was
pacing. With a grin, she went back and
collected her things and ran up the stairs.

514, 514, 514 . . . she murmured silently, walking past the door
to her room and to the one next door.
She knocked briskly, and waited for the elderly couple to answer. She and Jeffrey had met them in passing � in
elevators, in the hallway, etc. � and she thought they may let her do what she
had in mind.

�Ah, it�s the young newlywed.�
Salida looked up from her thoughts to smile at the shorter woman.

�Hello.�

�What are you doing bothering an old couple like us when you have a
rather attentive husband next door?�

�Well,� Salida looked over her shoulder as if the mention of Jeffrey
would bring him racing into the hallway, ready to throw her over his shoulder
and take her into the room to be ravaged long into the night. But no such luck. �Well, actually I�m trying to plan a surprise
for my �attentive husband,� but I don�t want him to know I�m back yet. I was wondering if I could borrow your balcony
for a moment.�

The old woman�s eyebrows rose, but she let Salida in. �Certainly.�

Crossing the room with her hostess behind her, Salida went out onto the
balcony and set down her bags, studying the gap between this balcony and the
one for her room. Turning to look at her
pile of purchases, she sighed. �If I
jump on over to my room, can you hand these over to me?�

�Ah . . . young love.� The woman
motioned with her hands. �Get going,
sweetie. Something tells me you�ve got better things to do than talk to me all
night. And as a favor because I like
you, I�ll make sure my husband removes his hearing aide tonight.�

Salida grinned. �Thank you. I�d hate to be interrupted by thumping on the
wall tonight.� With that, she swung her
legs over the railing and stretched, getting hold of the one across from
her. Then, moving carefully, she
transferred her weight from one tiny surface to the other, sighing in relief
when both feet were on solid ground once again.
The parcels were quickly handed over, and with a nod of female
understanding, the other woman was gone, with the advice to �knock his socks
off.�

Carefully, Salida opened one of the double French doors, closing it just
as carefully behind her. I�m lucky this is a smaller hotel, otherwise
I�d never had made it. Opening the
curtains and working by the light that came in from the windows, Salida set up
the scene for Jeffrey�s seduction. She
placed scores of candles around the room, lighting the ones that were
underneath the two small potpourri burners she�d bought. In one she put hot fudge, and some of the
blood-red body paint she�d bought in another.
Then she got a small dish and poured some rubbing alcohol in it, placing
two scalpels and some Q-tips by it. She
attached the restraints to the bed, ready for use, and turned down the
blankets. A nine volt battery and a
piece of wire went on the other bed stand; the whipping cream went next to the
chocolate, and strawberries next to that.
Several lengths of black silk got draped over
the headboard, and next to them, she hung a horseshoe, hoping Jeffrey would get
the reference.

Having done all this silently, she changed into her outfit for the
night. Stripping her street clothes off,
she wet a washcloth and washed the sweat of the day from her body. Then she quickly dressed in stockings, lacy
black undies, and robe. She loved the robe. It was bright, crimson red, and was made of
mole skin, so it was wonderfully soft.
She swore it was the silk of the leather kingdom. The robe she left loosely belted around her
waist, so a swath of flesh from neck to waist was unbroken by anything but her
underwear. The last touch was a few dabs
of Jeffrey�s own cologne behind ears, at the point where her cleavage started,
on wrists, and behind her knees.

Glancing at the clock, she saw that she had just enough time to light
the candles before making her phone call.
Getting to it, she lit them all, admiring the way the room was lit by a
golden glow. Checking the time again,
she saw that it was 9:01.

Calling the front desk, she told the person who answered, �Yes, please
call this room back when I hang up. My
husband will answer, then I want you to tell him to go
into Sands� room. Yes. Thank you.�
She hung up and relaxed on the bed, leaning against the pillows and
swearing that the only thing they were going to do for the first few minutes
was kiss. She had the night to herself,
and she planned on taking things very slowly.

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Where is that goddamned wife of mine? Jeffrey thought to himself
with irritation, his paces growing faster and faster. Sands had left for the night more than fifteen
minutes ago stating that he couldn�t deal with the strong mixture of stress,
anticipation, and annoyance that Jeffrey was feeling right now. She said
nine p.m. sharp, didn�t she? He was about to grab his coat and hunt her
down, wherever she might have gone, when the phone rang. He jumped at the sudden noise and cursed. If it�s vixen fucking telling me to wait longer, I�m going to
fucking strangle her, he thought savagely, picking up the phone. �What?� he growled into it.

�Um, the front desk calling, sir. We have a message for you. From your wife,� the man stuttered on the
other end, clearly startled by Jeffrey�s gruff tone.

�Yes, and?� Jeffrey pressed impatiently.

�She told us to tell you to go to Sands� room,� the man said slowly,
reading the message aloud from a piece of paper in front of him.

�Anything else?� Jeffrey asked.
�No �� if the man had been about to say
anything else, Jeffrey didn�t hear it because he slammed the telephone down and
turned on his heel and strode into the bedroom, muttering slightly to himself
about demanding women.

He stopped when he saw the amount of setting up that his wife had done,
chagrined that he hadn�t noticed that someone else was in the fucking hotel
room with him. She�d had to have been
here for some time if she�d managed to do all this. Then he focused on the woman on the bed, and
forgot whatever complaint he�d had, a smirk making its way to his face when he
saw what was hanging above her head.

�I take it someone�s getting lucky tonight.�

�What do you know . . . he did
manage to keep his wit.� Salida stretched lazily, showing off her
barely clad body, then beckoned to him with a crook of
a finger. �Maybe you should come over here
and test out that theory of yours, lover.�

Jeffrey didn�t have to be told twice. Keeping his eyes locked on Salida, he stalked
toward her slowly, smirking as he watched her admire him in the pajama pants
she had told him to wear. He wasn�t
wearing anything else. �Are you going to
let me kiss you or do I have to fucking do something else for you first?�
Jeffrey asked with a raised eyebrow, his face mere inches away from hers as he
kneeled on the bed in front of her. He
fully intended on kissing her no matter what she said, but he felt like asking
anyway.

�Mmm . . . no. Not at the moment
at least.� Before he could respond in
any way, Salida had slipped her hands behind his neck and pulled him down to
kiss her.

She luxuriated in the feeling of his lips against hers, in his
impatience, in his tensed body. She kept
the kiss light for a minute or two before parting her lips slowly and darting
her tongue out to beg permission to enter his mouth. He let her, and she made the most of the
opportunity, seeking out every nook and crevasse, humming softly in her
pleasure. Her hands ran down his
shoulders, down his arms that were propping him up over her body, then back up
to rest against his collar. When he
tried to get closer she pushed him back, but not far enough away to break the
kiss. �Patient,� she murmured against
his lips when they took a break to catch their breath. �We�ve got all night.�

�Vixen?� he murmured in between slow kisses. �Have you ever heard the saying, �patience is
a virtue?�� He
waited for her to nod before continuing. �Well, it�s not one that I fucking have,� he
growled, pressing his lips against hers harder. He had been waiting all fucking day and now
she wanted him to wait longer? I don�t fucking think so.

�It�s one you should learn to cultivate,� she informed him during the
next break. Then before he could make any sort of
comeback, she knocked one arm out from under him and had slipped from his
embracing body. She climbed off the bed,
but when he tried to follow her, she simply pushed him onto his back, and then
straddled his waist. Kissing him again,
this time with a bit more passion, she took his hands in hers and placed them
on her legs, letting him play there for the moment while she controlled the
depth and intensity of the kiss.

The first thing Jeffrey did was reach both of his hands up Salida�s legs
until he felt the tops of her thigh-high stockings. He then grabbed each one firmly and yanked
them down as far as he could reach. �I
don�t like fucking stockings,� he said when she pulled to give him a slightly
annoyed but amused look. �I wanted to
feel your legs,� he explained before lifting his head to reclaim hers and
continue the kiss, his hands now running under her stockings on her bare
legs.

Letting him get away with such things for the moment, Salida sighed,
kissing him, then again pulled away to remove shoes and stockings and reveal
the fire engine red pedicure she�d gotten that afternoon. Then she leaned back down and kept kissing
him, loving the way his lips and tongue felt against hers, sure that she could
do this for at least an hour before wanting to move on. Not
that he�ll want to . . . but then again, he doesn�t have much of a choice. She smiled wickedly against his lips.

Jeffrey felt her smile and pulled back with a suspicious look crossing
his features. �What are you thinking
about, vixen?� he asked, the suspicious look not leaving his face. He then realized that he hadn�t yet really
taken a look around the room yet to see what kinds of things she had bought
during the day. Just as he turned his
head to look however, Salida�s hands reached up and stilled his head for
another kiss, which he gave into without hesitation. It was only when they both pulled up for air
that he remembered she hadn�t answered his question. �You didn�t answer my question.�

�I was thinking about,� her eyes roved over his body, �the importance of
. . .� her eyes met his again, �pacing one�s self.� Leaning down, she started nibbling at the
crook of his neck. �And you do want to pace yourself, don�t you
Jeffrey?� She felt his hands grip her
legs tightly, then slide around her waist to pull her
down on top of him. But she wasn�t ready
for that. Pulling away, she reminded
him, �You�re mine tonight, lover. You
and your �unresisting body.� Mine to
torment, and arouse, and quench.� She
shivered at her own words. �However, we�ve
been at this for less than ten minutes still. And I have a very . . . detailed plan for the
night.�

�And what exactly does this . . . plan of yours entail, vixen?� Jeffrey
asked, his breath already slightly quickened with
desire. God this is going to be it, I can feel it. She�s going to drive me insane tonight, I know
it, he thought to himself. But fuck, what a way to go.

Salida got a wicked idea. �Well,
either you can look around for yourself and use your imagination, and then I
get to ensure that you�re . . . unresisting,� she paused for effect, �or you
can remain free for a bit longer and wait and see what I do to you.�

For a long moment, Jeffrey couldn�t decide. �You�re going to have your . . . wicked way
with me whatever choice I make, correct?� Salida nodded a bit vigorously. �Then I�ll fucking wait,� he said finally, his
eyes widening a bit, seemingly surprised at his choice. He sighed and laid back flat on the bed, his
arms outstretched. �Do your fucking
worst, vixen. I�m yours. For tonight. That�s all, savvy? This is not
going to be a reoccurring thing, so you�d best make the most of it while the
opportunity presents itself. I don�t
like giving up control as you very well fucking know, but here I am, giving it
over to you. You�d better not make me
fucking regret it,� he warned, his eyes narrowing slightly. He didn�t really think that she would, his
vixen was far too devious for that, but the words had to be said. He rolled his eyes as a thought occurred tim. im. �And Sands told me to give you a
fucking message. He said he didn�t want
any scars, fucking pussy.�

�Oh, don�t worry. Nothing I do
will be permanent.� She grinned, �Although,
I suppose that does mean I don�t get to camy imy initials into your chest over
your heart. Pity.� The smile she gave him indicated she was
joking. �And as for regretting anything
. . .� her lips lowered to his chest, �I�m pretty sure I can make you so
fucking content that this becomes one of your favorite memories.� With that confidence, she latched on to one
of his nipples with gentle lips, teasing him, tempting him to take control of
her actions. The moment he did, she�d
tie him to the bed, but until then she was willing to play . . . like a cat
with its supper. And he does taste so good,
she thought to herself.

For a moment, all Jeffrey did was stare at her as she nipped and kissed
playfully at his chest, her hair tickling the sensitive skin her lips didn�t
reach. �Having fun, vixen?� he murmured,
moving his hands to play in her hair and not really needing or expecting an
answer. She clearly was. He desperately felt the need to move her head
forcibly either lower or higher � he couldn�t decide which � but for now he let
her play. He lasted just long enough to
shiver as her tongue slowly traced he edge of one of his ribs before pulling
her head up to meet his in a passionate kiss.

The moment her lips collided with his with force, Salida knew it was
time to move along the game. He was no
longer unresisting. But before she
restrained those beautiful hands, something the clerk had put in her head came
back to her.

So she let him kiss her, let him ravage her mouth, let him show her his
desperation . . . but then she pulled away, noticing how he tried to quietly
catch his breath and how she was a bit breathless himself. �Well, someone is eager,� she murmured,
watching him. �And I must admit that I�m
ready for some more energetic play
myself. But first I want you to do
something for me.�

Jeffrey immediately tensed and looked long at her before speaking, �And
what would that be, vixen?�

�Remember that morning, after your psychotic half meant to kill me? Remember how I needed to come so badly that I
started touching myself with the need?
Remember how you felt watching me?�
She grinned, her eyelids lowering to shade her gaze from him. �I want that,� she whispered. �I want to watch you.� Part of her couldn�t
believe she�d just asked that . . . but another part cheered and settled in to
watch the show. Her heart pounding, she
wet her lips as she waited for his response.

�You want me to fucking jerk off in front of you, is that it?� Jeffrey
asked with a smirk. �Is that all?� he
asked, not feeling an ounce of shame like some men would at such a request.

�No. I want you to arouse
yourself to the point of coming . . . and then let me make you come.� Salida
could feel bands of desire tightening around her ribcage, shortening her
breaths, but she embraced it, slowly moving off his body, staying his hand when
moved to take off his pants. �Leave them
on for a bit . . . I love how they hang off your hips.�

Jeffrey rolled his eyes at that. �Your wish is my fucking command, vixen.� He then slid his hand into his pants before
pulling it out with a gasp that startled a laugh out of her. �Shut the fuck up. My fucking hand is cold, alright?� he said
with a slight glower before rubbing it briskly on the bed to warm it before
dipping it into his pajama pants again and encountering his already slightly
hardened arousal. �Do you like to watch
me do this, vixen?� he asked as he began to stoke himself from root to tip
slowly with a firm hand, not speeding up like he wanted to for the benefit of
seeing her eyes follow his hand slowly as it moved.

�Yes,� she whispered, feeling herself melt at the sight of his attempt
to pleasure himself. For a moment she
let herself glance up at him uncertainly, but when she saw that his eyes were
locked on her face and that they were filled with pleasure, she grew calm again
and lowered her gaze. She couldn�t wait
to watch him in the throws of ecstasy, but for the moment she was enthralled by
what was happening before her eyes. �Do
you do this when I�m not ad?� d?� she asked.
�Do you think of me, pretending that I�m the one touching you? Does the thought of my hann yon your body
make you want to come?�

�I fucking did today while I was waiting for you,� he grumbled. �And yes, the fucking thoughts of your hands
on my body always makes me want to come, vixen. The mere sight of you arouses me most of the
time.
Jeffrey was a bit surprised at her question, but didn�t hesitate. �Like fucking hot silk. Sometimes I feel like you�re fucking burning
me up, you�re so fucking hot, vixen. And
God, so fucking tight. When you come
while I�m inside you it�s like nothing else in the whole
fucking world. Your entire body clamps
down on me with that tight grip of silk, pulling at me and squeezing me until I
start to fucking think you�re about to pull me into your body just with those
fucking muscles alone.� Jeffrey felt
himself growing aroused now at the remembered sensations he was describing, but
went on, his fingers pulling harder and faster at her nipples. �From the moment I fucking enter you, I never
want to come out again. Even when we�ve
both fucking come I still don�t want to leave that fiery embrace. I�m not doing the sensation justice, vixen,
but that�s all I know how to tell you.�

Shuddering at his words, Salida raised herself up from Jeffrey�s
shoulder, looking into his eyes as her muscles quivered. �I suppose I�m about to find out for myself,
then,� she whispered, slowly moving her fingers even lower. She hesitated for just a moment, still
keeping her eyes locked on Jeffrey�s, then she ever so slowly pierced her own body, violently shaking and crying
out as she felt herself respond. Her
free hand gripped Jeffrey�s shoulder to help keep her steady as she pulled out
and then pressed in again, the sensations just as strong, and doubled from
inner muscles and fingertips.

Too much, she thought
bewilderingly. Removing her hand, she
rested the two fingers that were now coated with her arousal on Jeffrey�s lips
and begged, �Make me come. Please,
lover.�

Jeffrey took her fingers into his mouth in a flash, suckling at them
vigorously. �You�re so fucking sweet,
vixen,� he said when had had pulled her fingers out of his mouth to talk. �Like a fucking peach. Do you fucking know that?� He paused a moment and looked at her. �How do you want me to make you come, vixen? Tell me how. Be fucking explicit. I want to hear you say the words. Tell me exactly how you want me to make you
come, and I�ll do it. But you have to
tell me. It�s your turn.�

For a moment, a memory of his dark head between her legs flashed through
her mind, but then she remembered that every time they tried that, she got
hurt, and she wanted to keep going for most of the night. And she wasn�t quite ready to give his body
what it so desperately wanted yet. Which left her with one option.

�Your fingers,� she pleaded. �I
want to feel your fingers inside me, twitching and twisting and pumping until I
lose my mind and come, screaming your name, washing your hand in spent desire.�
Jeffrey
smirked and immediately moved his left hand in between her legs, stopping to
caress her clit a few times just to hear her moan. He then did as she asked and slid two of his
long fingers inside her as far as he could reach, the
palm of his hand pressing against her wet arousal. He then began thrusting his hand into her as
far as it would go before pulling out again slowly. Once he had nearly pulled his fingers
completely out of her, he thrust them into her again with force before pulling
them out again just as slowly as before. He repeated this process until he had
developed into a fast rhythm, Salida riding his hand wildly. His wrist and fingers began to ache like hell,
but he didn�t stop. He wouldn�t stop
until she came.

Salida was gasping, so fucking close to coming that she could feel it
building at the base of her spine, raging to be let loose . . . but not quite
strong enough. �What do you want?� she
gasped. �Tell me.�

�I want to fuck you. I want to
bury myself inside you and make you some so hard you pass out. I want to feel your muscles grip me as
unrelentingly as I did Sands� finger before it fucking broke. I want you
to fucking break. Now, my fucking vixen
of a wife.�

That was it, the push she needed.
With as scream she pressed her body tightly against his and came,
feeling the vice-like motions of her muscles as pleasure slammed through her
system stealing her wits and her breath at the same time.

Jeffrey waited until he felt the convulsions of her inner muscles cease
before gently extracting his fingers from her and moving them to his mouth, his
other hand gripping her waist tightly. He
sucked her juices off of his fingers with a happy
smile. �Just like a peach. Although, I do fucking admit I miss the blood
a little,� he said with a shrug. �Now
what are you going to do to me now that you�ve got me fucking hard again,
vixen?� he asked, nuzzling his once again hard length against one of her legs.

�Mmm . . . give me a moment to recover and I�ll give you a hands on demonstration.�
While her breath was still coming fast in her throat, Salida�s mind was
once again working and plotting out her ultimate goal; Jeffrey helpless in
front of her. Below her. Thrusting into her.

When he reclined with her, dragging her down on his body, she inwardly
rejoiced, although all the reaction she showed him was a soft murmur as she
planted gentle kisses on his chest. His
arms loosened as she slowly started working her way towards his mouth, and the
moment she felt she could . . .

. . . she grabbed one wrist and quickly
fastened the cuff around it, rolling off Jeffrey as he smacked her rear in
retribution. But she was smart enough
not to turn her back on him. The moment
he went to release himself, she grabbed his other wrist, using both hands and
putting all her weight behind it. Even
doing this, it took her several moments to pin the arm to the bed.

�You fucking devious little vixen,� Jeffrey said, although the words
held more surprise and respect that she had been able to pull such a thing off
than rancor. �Let me go.� She shook her head. �Well, you seem to have worked yourself into a
bit of a corner. You�ve got my arm
pinned, yes, good for you, but now what are you going
to do with it? The bed and the restraint�s
still a long ways away, and I�m certainly not going to fucking help you. Jun>Just let me go.�
�No.�
She looked down at him with amused eyes.
�I believe I won this night in a dare.
Now, as I see it, you have two options.
A) You let me have my wonderfully wicked and painfully arousing way with
you, or B) you go to bed with a woody in here, while I sleep in our room. And before you yell, just remember that by
taking the dare, you agreed to the penalties, and you�re the one who asked for a second dare. So, the outcome of the night is up to
you. Cold, aroused, and alone, or warm,
well-fucked, and blissfully tired.�

�You really would fucking leave me like that,
wouldn�t you, you little wench?� he asked with narrowed eyes. �Fuck you,� Jeffrey said, but relaxed his arm
under her touch. He wasn�t stupid, and
if this was fucking the way it had to be, so fucking be it. The alternative was un-fucking-thinkable.

Grinning as she got her way, Salida quickly cuffed him before he could
change his mind. Then she lowered
herself down his body to kiss him � but he turned his head away, miffed that
she�d pressed the point. �Don�t be like
that, lover. You know you want it. You know you�d rather have me like this than
some vacuous bimbo who lays motionless under you as you fuck her.�

�Maybe,� Jeffrey conceded, turning back to look at her. �But it doesn�t mean that I have to like this,�
he gestured violently at his bound hands and feet with his head. �I fucking don�t. I don�t think I fucking ever will. But have your fun. It�s all I can do, right? Let you have your fucking fun?� he knew he was
sounding petulant, but he couldn�t fucking help it.

Stroking his forehead, she asked concernedly, �Do you want me to let you
go, lover? And only say yes if this is
making you extremely uncomfortable.�

She could see the �yes� poised upon his lips, but he held it back. �I just don�t fucking like it, that�s all. But I lost the fucking dare. You did what I fucking wanted to, so I suppose
I�d better do the same. I wouldn�t want
to look like a pussy,� he said with a sigh. �Do your worst,� he said again, although the
inflection in his voice was more resigned than challenging.

She almost let him go then and there, but
decided she�d only do that if she failed to take his mind off it. And she didn�t think it�d be possible to
fail. Not with her sexually deviant
husband. �In that case, husband mine,
what would you like me to start with?
Hot wax, hot fudge, scalpels, or a battery?�

Jeffrey just laid there for a few moments, merely blinking at her, his
mouth slightly open in something resembling a gape. Salida couldn�t hold back the grin at seeing
him so utterly surprised from showing on her face. �I, uh. I get a choice?� he asked slowly.

�Yes. It�s not like
we�ve experimented with what you like yet, so how was I supposed to know? We�ve done the hot wax, and since I hate
repeating myself, I thought the hot fudge would be similar enough to make you
feel good. And then I remembered your
comment about how scalpels could be fun the night we met, so I dug out one of
those. And the battery?� she
shrugged. �It�s like getting shocked by
someone on a dry day, but more intense.
I�ve tried it, and it doesn�t hurt too much. Of course, I didn�t try it more than half a
dozen times.� She was going to continue,
but he cut her off.

�Save the fun stuff,� by that Salida knew he clearly meant the more
pain-causing items, �for later, when you�ve
undoubtedly put me into a better mood. For
now . . . fuck it. Go for the hot fudge.
Turn me into a big fucking sundae if you
want. As long as you promise to be the
cherry on top,� he said with a wink, some of his playfulness returning.

�Sorry. You got rid of the cherry
ever so long ago,� she teased, reaching for the brush she�d put in the small
pot of chocolate. Holding onto it,
lifting from the pot for a moment so it�d cool, Salida then brushed some of the
confection over his lips, hearing the hiss that indicated it was hot, but not
too hot. She then bent over and blew on
it, hardening it some before lowering her lips to his and sucking it off. She then dipped her tongue into his mouth,
sighing at the mixture of chocolate and . . . herself that she tasted there.

Returning to the pot, she dipped a finger in and coated her own lips
before lowering her head to let Jeffrey clean her.

Jeffrey licked at her lips at first before thrusting his tongue into her
mouth and licking the sweet chocolate from her teeth, the roof of her mouth,
and most of all her tongue. Once he felt
he had gotten it all he pulled away to lie back on the bed, pulling an arm to
wipe off his face automatically before remembering that he couldn�t when he
felt the restraint tighten. He rolled
his eyes at his own forgetfulness.

Seeing his frustration, Salida felt the urge to reassure him . . . but
knew that would only bother him. He
didn�t want to be weak in front of her.
So, she had to be sneaky about it.
�Tell you what,� she said, now using her fingers to spread chocolate
instead of the brush, �you give me exactly ninety minutes � from now � to have
you absolutely at my mercy, and then I�ll let you go. And then we�ll take turns being on top, so to
speak, until we both pass out from exhaustion.
And you can start by putting me in the same position I�ve put you
in. And I�ll even not complain should
you choose to play with i-ice.� Despite her best intentions, she couldn�t get
that last word out without shivering.

Jeffrey quirked an eyebrow at that, intrigued. �Is that a promise, sugarbutt?�
he asked with a smirk, lifting his head to watch her movements as she spread
the chocolate on his chest. �God I�m
going to be fucking sticky after this,� he muttered, not really sounding as if
he minded.

�Of course it�s a promise. I
rarely say things I don�t mean. That�d
be a waste of time.� She swirled her chocolately fingers over his skin, painting a line from the
hollow behind his right ear to his left nipple.
Instead of starting from the top and working her way down, she started
at his chest, teasing and nipping, smiling against his skin, and worked her way
up. Coming to his ear, she made a small
hum of satisfaction before latching onto his earlobe. Her sharp little teeth dug into it for a
moment, before she started suckling gently, her tongue laving the offended
area. �You tell me when you�re ready to
move on to other toys,� she murmured, content for the moment to feast on his
neck.

�No,� Jeffrey said with a small hum of his own in contentment. �Not until you�ve cleaned me up at least. Like a big sexy cat. I might have to think up a new name for you
other than vixen if you keep this up,� he said with a wink. �And I�ve grown attached to that one.�

�Well . . . when you put it that way. . . .� One of her hands was stroking his side, and
when he threatened to change her nickname, she pinched him hard enough to make
him yelp, her mouth immediately covering his to take advantage of it. Placing her hand under her, she pushed
herself up until only their mouths touched, and she was battling him for
control of the kiss.

Pulling away a minute or two later, she asked with a sly grin, �Was that
vixen-ish enough for you, or do I need to try harder?�

Jeffrey smiled at that. �I think
you need to try harder . . . vixen. Although
you get to keep the name for now.�

For a moment she just looked at him out of slightly narrowed eyes, then
before he could guess what she had in mind, her left hand had darted down to
squeeze his arousal in an almost brutally firm grip. He gasped in surprise and a sudden rush of
molten pleasure that burned his veins.
Salida shook her head at his reaction, but didn�t stop her hand from
moving on him . . . until his head was bucking on the pillow. Then she removed her hand altogether and
waited for him to look at her in shock and a bit of irritation. �You�re not being very cooperative,� she
informed him, propping her chin on her knees.
�You�re certainly not giving me leave to play very much.�

�I should probably have mentioned that when we first met,� he said, his
voice breathy, annoyed and slightly hoarse at the same time. �In addition to having poor impulse control, I�ve
never been good at playing well with others,� he said with a wink. �You and I seem to get along fine though. As long as you keep doing what you were just
doing, that is. And did you really
expect me to be cooperative? I�m a
stubborn son of a bitch and you and I both know it. But fine, what the fuck. You want to play? Fine. How
does my little tease of a vixen want to play?� he asked, slightly amazed that
he could still get coherent sentences past his lips after how fucking aroused
she had just made him with that little move.

�I�d love to do delightfully wicked things to your body . . . but you
haven�t told me what you�d prefer.� She
pouted at him, making it sound as if she were the being denied what she
wanted. �I know how you respond to hot
wax . . . it�s hard to forget something as memorable as that . . . but I like
playing with new toys, and since I
won�t be getting any new action figures
for some time � if ever � I need to find new ways to play with you.�
She almost looked eager. �I know
you like pain with your pleasure . . . and I�m willing to go along with
that. To a point. But I do need to be told where to start, so I�d
open my mouth if I were you, lover, because I�m just going to sit here until
you tell me what you want.� Her eyes ran
over him and she murmured, �And that would probably be the most painful thing
of all.�

�What are my choices again?� Jeffrey asked, his breath
slightly quickened. �And that
last choice is not fucking happening, so just put it out of that pretty little
head of yours right fucking now.�

Again she pouted, and Jeffrey had the irrational desire to bite down on
that lip until he could taste her blood . . . but that could wait until later.

Salida looked at him as if she guessed what direction his thoughts were
running in, then outlined his choices again. �Low
voltage shocks, fun with scalpels, or hot wax.
Although, if you�ve got any suggestions, lover, I�m more than willing to
listen.�

Just the thought of what his vixen could do to him with such a list made
him gasp slightly. �You said you wanted
to try something new, so something fucking new it is. You know I get fucking turned on by pain.
He didn�t say a word but pulled her close to him so that she was sitting
on the bed in-between his legs and captured his mouth with his own. He started out slow and passionate, taking
his time to kiss her full lips slowly and then pull away just to kiss her over
and over again. It wasn�t long though,
before both of them wanted more, so he pressed the tip of his tongue against
her lips, licking at the salty taste of his own blood there, before deepening
the kiss without hesitation.

Salida willingly opened and willingly submitted to his kiss, realizing
that this was the only person she didn�t mind being submissive to. For them both, survival counted so much on
being stronger, and being in control . . . but for some reason she trusted him,
even when she�d watched his eyes as he ther her he wanted her dead. She�d always trusted him. How else did one explain their first night
together? And on some level he must have
trusted her as well.

With that in mind, Salida melted entirely against him, pressing her body
to his, taking note of every muscle and bone and how they supported her
body. His arms pulled her even tighter
against him as he felt her surrender, and she gasped as he started touching her
body in long, lazy strokes, the slight calluses on han hands rasping over her
skin. Pulling away briefly, she buried
her face in his , ki, kissing him as he slowly but confidently stole her senses
from her.

He continued his slow stroking of her body, not touching any part of her
meant to arouse, not yet anyway, but caressing and massaging every inch of
flesh his hands came in contact with. He let her kiss at his neck, enjoying the sensation,
but moved to kiss her own neck as she did so.
He suddenly tensed, making her pull away and ask if anything was
wrong. �You�re wearing my cologne,� he
pointed out, having smelled it behind one of her ears.

She looked up at him with big eyes, and through the fog of contentment
taking over her body, she realized what he meant. �I-I thought you�d like it,� she said, her
tone a bit lost, as if she weren�t sure if he was unhappy or not. �But if you don�t I can ��

Jeffrey immediately cut her off in a kiss much more forceful than the
last. This kiss was territorial and
possessive and a bit rough. �Of course I
fucking like it, vixen. It marks you as
mine just as much as your ring or the marks I leave on your body do,� he said
with a growl, attacking her neck intending to leave such a mark. His arousal was slowly building again, but it
would be a while before he could do anything about it. He satisfied himself by leaving a number of
kiss and bite marks on her sensitive neck and shoulder. �I love you, my vixen. And you are mine. No one else�s.�

�Yes,� she immediately agreed, twisting one hand into the sweat dampened
locks of his hair.
�It�s not my fault you�re a pansy,� she teased, yelping as he pinched
her ass.

�Just tell me what I want to know, vixen,� he said in a low voice, the
once offending hand now stroking over her rear.
�What the fuck do I have to do to get you hot and bothered?�

�You should know that by now,� she murmured back, relaxing against
him. �Light touches. Enough sensation to arouse, but not enough to
complete anything. Light touches on my
body. Soft kisses that don�t last long
enough for real contact. pan>pan>Pressure, but
in the wrong spots. A single finger
inside me � enough to make a mockery of what it feels like to have you inside
me, but not enough to do anything more than make me beg for you.� Sighing, she tucked her head away again. �Helplessness is its own erotic force at
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