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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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Jeffrey woke up some hours later, aware that his wife was
not in his arms. That irritated him
enough that he opened his eyes, only to find that she was propped on an elbow
beside him, her blue eyes very solemn as she watched him.
�What�ong,ong,
vixen? Why are you just looking at me
like that and not over here where I fucking want you?� he asked slowly, his
voice still rough with sleep.
�Nothing�s
wrong.� She shrugged. �I just like watching you sleep.� She reached over and tucked a strand of hair
behind his ear. �I don�t get to do it
often.�
�No, I suppose not,�
he said with a wicked smirk. �Sleep�s
fucking overrated anyway.� He rolled
over onto his back and stretched slowly like a great cat aroused from slumber. �So, you�re ready to get up, I take it?� he
asked, blinking the sleep out of his eyes and propping his head up on-top of
his folded arms.
clasclass=MsoNormal> �I�m ready to do
something other than sleep,� she smiled, draping herself over his body. �How about a shower?� she asked, running her
hands down his arms. �Get all hot and
steamy . . . in more ways than one.� She
moved some hair out of her way and kissed the side of his neck. �I like getting hot and steamy with you.�
�Well that�s a good
thing,� he drawled, happy to have her in his arms again. �Because if you even think of getting all hot
and steamy by yourself, then you�ve got another thing coming, my sexy vixen,�
he said, running a hand down her back slowly.
�Fine, let�s get up. It�s late
anyway and while this is fun, you�re right about being ready to do something
other than sleep,� he said with a wink and a smirk.
Salida let her
husband drag her into the bathroom, and stood by as he turned on the water,
shivering slightly as she waited for him to adjust the temperature. Once he was satisfied, he turned back to take
her hand again, but she was way ahead of him.
Moving quickly, she climbed into the stall and placed herself directly
under the hot water. She saw amusement
flare in Jeffrey�s eyes, but didn�t care, because now she was warm.
�Greedy little
vixen, leaving your considerate husband out here to freeze his ass off by
himself,� he smirked as he climbed in after her.
�You snooze, you
loose,� she shot back, having no intention of moving from her spot until he
made her.
�Punishment, not torture.�
Her breath was starting to come fast, and she tried to get closer to
him, but he stopped her by stilling his finger inside her. When she stopped moving, he started again,
and she whimpered.
�What if I don�t
seen a difference, vixen?� he asked, moving his thumb across her clit gently
enough that he practically didn�t touch it at all. While he did this he tilted his head so that
he could kiss her bared neck in a series of light kisses.
It took effort, but
Salida tore herself away from him. She
stared at him, panting a bit, but with a ghost of a smile on her face. �Then I can wait until you�re ready to stop
teasing.� And with that, she picked up
her bottle of shampoo and started lathering up.
Jeffrey gave a
martyred sigh. �You�re no fun. And who says I can wait?� he pouted before
sighing again. �Come h� he� he said,
moving her hands away from her head and taking over, massaging her scalp as he
washed her hair. �Fine, no more teasing
. . . for now,� he said with a smirk.
�I�ll be good, I promise.� The
smirk didn�t leave his face. �Close your
eyes,� he instructed, and moved her head under the water when she did so to
rinse the shampoo from her hair. Once
that was done he squirted some soap onto his hands and began rubbing them over
her body slowly, taking care to pay attention to her breasts as his soapy hands
slid across her nipples.
�You can�t be
good,� she breathed. �It�s not in your
genetic make-up.� Despite her words, she
leaned into his touch. �This will always
remind me of our first night together,� she whispered. �Every time we�re together like this.�
�I know I haven�t
forgotten,� he said with a smirk, remembering that that not necessarily
long-ago night. �I seem to remember I
caused you to bite through your own lip that time,� he said with a wicked and
clearly smug smile as he pinched at her nipples.
�Yeah, well what do
you want me to say? It�s not like I had
a great deal of experience back then.�
She pressed herself back against him.
�I can�t say that anymore, though.
You�ve taken great pains to further my education.�
�How could I have
done otherwise when I�ve got such a willing student, my sexy vixen?� he said,
actually taking the time to legitimately wash her skin before moving his hands
back to her breasts. �We�ve come a long
fucking ways since then,� he said, kissing her neck, each kiss becoming more
forceful than the last.
�Yes, but not
through an entire shower without interruptions,� she smiled. She pulled free of his arms and circled
around him. �Lemme wash your hair,� she
told him, pressing down on his shoulders.
He obeyed, but tried to turnund und to face her. �Not now, lover. Later.�
She was determined to get him clean, and not even those wide brown eyes
were going to turn her.
Salida took her
time, thoroughly massaging the shampoo into her husband�s scalp, then rinsed
him clean. Once she was done, she let
him go and backed away a bit, a signal that he could now do whatever he wanted,
be it stand, or turn around.
�Do you remember
what I was doing to you to make you bite through your lip, vixen?� he asked
wickedly, turning around on his knees to face her but not standing up. He took the time to push the wet hair out of
his face before moving his head to kiss her legs softly, each hot kiss growing
closer and closer to the thatch of hair between her legs. He moved with a slow-patience that he
normally wouldn�t have been able to maintain, but he was determined to bring
her tousaousal as slow as he could before giving her release. His hands moved up to massage her hips before
reaching around to cup her ass, his nose nuzzling her clit gently, but nothing
more than that. He pulled away and
looked up at her then, wanting to see her reactions.
�Well . . . it was rather memorable,� she whispered,
looking down at him with hooded eyes.
�But perhaps you should refresh my memory, just to make sure I haven�t
forgotten anything. But,� she looked
behind her, at the small bench that ran along the back of the stall, �can I sit
down this time?�
�If you like, I�m
not picky,� he said with a smirk as she sat down. �Wouldn�t want you to slip like I almost
fucking did after your dirty little trick,� he muttered, waiting for her to sit
down before resuming his kisses, still ignoring the places he knew she wanted
him to touch. He was kissing the place
where her hip met her thigh, enjoying the sounds she was just beginning to make
when he decided to up the stakes a little.
Placing his head directly in front of her arousal, he licked just the
tip of her clit slowly, spurred on when a soft moan escaped her lips. A smile of purely masculine pride crossed his
lips before he moved to suckle on it ever so gently. He didn�t want her to be brought to the edge
yet.
Salida fought to
remain relaxed, knowing Jeffrey was going to take his time with her. He liked to do that now and again, but only
because he liked to repay her for teasing.
So, trying to take deep breaths through her nose, she slouched down even
further and tried to simply be pleased with what he was giving her. When he started suckling at her, she couldn�t
help but squirm under him, breathing his name as she tried to get closer to his
hot mouth. Her hands moved to his head
without her direction, and they glided over his wet head, just trying to touch
him, not control him. This was Jeffrey�s
game, and he�d simply drag it out if she tried to make him do what she wanted.
Jeffrey smirked
when he felt her hands glide over his head but was slightly disappointed when
they didn�t try and make him move to where she wanted him. That
means she�s not where you want her just yet. He wanted to see her lost in her
passion. He wanted to see her cry out
his name and pull at him, not really knowing exactly what she wantbut but
knowing that she needed him. And it
looked like it was going to take a bit longer for him to get all of that. His suckling increased in speed minutely, and
his left hand moved under his chin between her legs, his fingers teasing her
wet opening. He would dip the tip of a
finger within her but pull it out again without moving it any deeper. He did this over and over again, each time
moving his finger deeper inside of her before pulling it out again. By the time he was sticking his finger inside
of her as far as it would go he reversed the process; with each thrust of his
finger they became more and more shallow, all the while still suckling on her
clit.
When Jeffrey
started giving her less contact, Salida refused to stay silent any more. This was cruel and while not exactly unusual,
she protested it all the same.
�Je>�Jeffrey!� she exclaimed, moving her hips so his finger slid a bit
further into her than he�d planned.
�Please, stop teasing me.� Her
head tossed a bit as he nipped at her for trying to manipulate him. �I�ll tell you whatever you want, just stop
teasing me. Please.�
�Whatever I want,
huh?� he asked, looking up at her and smirking at her desperate tone. �I�m going to hold you to that, vixen,� he
said with a wicked smirk before standing up in front of her. It wouldn�t have taken much more to bring her
over the edge by suckling on her just a little bit harder, but he wanted his
own pleasure too. �No more teasing,� he
assured her, picking her up off of the bench and thrusting into her as she
wrapped her legs around his back, pressing her against the shower wall for
leverage. They both moaned at the
contact, and Jeffrey wasted no time in setting a fast rhythm insured to bring
them both to release as soon as fucking possible.
It didn�t take much
to bring Salida to release. Moments
after he entered her, she was screaming his name as her muscles froze and
gripped tightly at his length inside her.
Without her knowledge or direction, her nails dug into his shoulders,
digging grooves into his skin as she held onto him.
The combination of
hearing her scream his name, inneinner muscles quivering around him, and the
sharp pain her nails made on his shoulders sent him spiraling over the edge
with a roar as he pounded her into the shower, riding out his release. He didn�t want to hurt her, but he seemed
physically unable to slow down or stop until he was past that high peak of
climax. As he came back to himself, he
held onto her tightly � the muscles in his arms shaking stly tly from the
strain � but not letting her go as he breathed heavily into her shoulder. �That was fun,� he whispered. �I�m not entirely sure I want to see what my
back looks like now though,� he muttered with a wince as the now slightly
chilled water licked at the stinging cuts on his back left from her
fingernails. �Not that I really mind,�
he reassured her before pulling out of her and setting her back down on the
bench, a hand he had moved to touch his shoulder coming back red with his
blood. �That�s my vixen,� he said with a
wide grin, holding up his bloodied fingers.
Salida looked at
the blood, and immediately apologized, making him turn around so she could
clean the cuts. �I�ll cover those up
once we�re out,� she promised. �Maybe I
need to start keeping my nails shorter.
I don�t want to hurt you, lover.�
�Don�t you dare,�
he said firmly. �These are battle wounds
from my fiery vixen of a wife. Why would
I want to cover those up? And I think,�
he drawled, moving closer to embrace her once more, but held back to look at her,
�you know how I react to pain, vixen. So
leave the nails. I like the marks. As long as they don�t scar I�m fine with
them. And even if they did I really
wouldn�t fucking care. So stop saying
you�re fucking sorry and let�s get out of this fucking shower before we both
turn into fucking icicles,� he said, trying to avoid the now cold spray � the
hot water having been used up while they played.
She didn�t move,
but merely looked up at him, as wise look in her eyes. �So you�re not upset that I hurt you?� she
asked.
�Why would I be
upset?� Jeffrey asked with a frown, confused at why she was pressing this. She
knows how I fucking feel about pain. She
fucking used that against me the very first night we met, he thought with a
slight smirk, remembering her use of the hot candle wax.
�My point, Jeffrey,
is that if you�re not angry at me for making you bleed time after time after
time, do you think my love for you would let me hate you for occasionally
hurting me?�
Jeffrey opened his
mouth to respond but didn�t make a sound.
He held his mouth open at a bit of a gape like a fish before closing it
again with a snap as he understood where she was going with this. �I suppose not,� he relented. �I get it, alright? Loud and clear. You�re not mad at me, you still love me. I�ll try and fucking get over with it and we
can go about our day, alright?� he asked with slight smile in his wife�s
direction.
�That�s my lover,�
she said, kissing him on the nose
�Yeah, yeah,� he
commented off-handedly, leaning over to turn off the water. �Come on vixen, let�s get dried off and � I
shudder to say it � dressed, and
continue on about our day. I feel the
urge to be about and about today for some reason. I�m feeling a little stir-crazy.� He paused then and sighed as they stepped out
of the bathroom and dried off. �In the
spirit of co-fuck-operation with Sands we should probably ask him fucking along
to see the new house. Or do you not want
him to see it yet?� he asked, toweling off his hair.
She shrugged. �There�s nothing there that I don�t want him to see. There is a surprise for you, but it won�t
hurt if he sees it.� She followed him
out of the stall and quickly toweled off.
�Your choice of what to see me in, lover. I even got something red, per your
request.� She grinned.
�That�s my vixen,�
he said with a wide grin, pulling her in close to him and pecking her on the
cheek before smacking her lightly on the butt.
�Come on, we�ve got places to go, people to see and fucking all that. And if I have to see you dressed at all, something
red is always appreciated, vixen,� he said with a smirk and walked out of the
bathroom to get dresse/p> /p>

For the sake of
expediency, Salida got dressed in the bathroom.
As much as they both wanted to get out of the hotel, she knew Jeffrey
had horrible restraint. When she came
back out, she was dressed in black slacks and a fiery red halter top. Her hair was piled on top of her head, and
she was wearing black sandals. �Like?�
she asked, turning around for his benefit.
�I definitely
like,� Jeffrey practically purred, his eyes raking slowly over her form. �As long as you don�t mind that we�re a
fucking matched set?� he asked with a smirk, gesturing down to his own black
cotton pants and long sleeved red silk shirt that he left open practically down
to his bellybutton. He sighed then. �Should I fucking wake him up now?�
�Mmm . . .� she
purred, looking at the nice amount of chest his shirt revealed. �Yes.
Or we�ll never make it out of the room.�
Before Jeffrey
could convince himself that that wouldn�t be a bad thing, the restlessness that
was currently coursing its merry way though him forced him to wake up
Sands. He really was trying to be nice
for a change � even if he knew it wouldn�t last � so he merely woke him up
without the usual, Wake up, you bastard.
�Mmm? What do you want?� Sands asked, sounding a
little sleepy still before taking in Salida�s outfit before looking down at
his/Jeffrey�s own with a raised eyebrow.
�Aww, you match, how sweet. You
two look like the top of a fucking S&M wedding cake somehow,� he said with
a smirk. �All you need is a spiked
collar or two and you�d be set.�
Salida made a face
at him. �I don�t remember much about
yesterday,� she said slowly, �but . . . weren�t we going to try to be civil with
each other?�
�Fine, fine. I�m sorry.
You did just wake me up,� he
muttered, raising a hand to rub at his face.
�Why did you wake me up
again? And what do you mean you don�t
remember much about yesterday?�
�I mean I don�t
remember much. And we woke you up
because we�re going to go look at the house and we thought you might want to
join us. Or at least tell us where Aida
is and when she�ll be back and if we should leave a message.�
�Alright, I�ll
come. I want to see what it looks like
too. And since it doesn�t look like I
actually have to do anything,
sure. Why the hell not? And Aida�s at rehearsal. She won�t be back
�til this evening,� he said with a wave of his hand, still not fully
comfortable with talking about her with them.
�Lazy bastard,�
Jeffrey muttered to Sands, although there wasn�t much animosity behind it.
�Yep,� Sands agreed
lazily. �Well, what are we waiting
for? Let�s get this over with.�

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Salida had wanted to walk.
She�d gained a few pounds since getting married and wanted to get rid of
them. Sands wanted to take a cab because
a forty-five minute walk was not his idea of a good time. Jeffrey had actually sided with Sands against
walking, but she hadn�t backed down, so they�d ended up compromising. Drive most of the way there, then walk the
rest of the way.
Eventually the trio
ended up standing in front of a two-story frame house, painted white with dark
green shudders. There was a wrought iron
gate, and a brick path up to the front door.
The street was quiet, since most of the neighborhood was at work.
�This is it,�
Salida said from where she stood on their left, holding Jeffrey�s hand.
�I guess it doesn�t
look too bad from the outside,� Sands muttered, earning a look from
Salida. �What? I�m trying to be civil and give it the
benefit of the doubt here.�
Jeffrey just rolled
his eyes at his counterpart and made his way through the gate and up to the
house before looking up at it with a critical eye. �It looks nice, I suppose, but I don�t know
if I like the color,� he said, earning another look from Salida. �Fine, we�ll hold off comments until we�ve at
least seen the inside, alright?�
�I suppose that
works,� Sands said with a small nod in Salida�s direction.
�You two had your chance to offer your opinions,�
she reminded them. �And then you decided
you�d rather have me pick out a place because you found it too boring to keep
coming with me.� She pulled a key out of
her pocket to unlock the door. �We�re
staying here for a bit, and if you want to address any complaints to me, you
can stick them up your as��
�Mrs. Sands! What an unexpected surprise! Not that I�m not just tickled to see you
again so soon. Are you still happy with
the house? And who is this fine
gentleman standing next to you? Golly,
this isn�t Mr. Sands now is it? How rude of me. I�m Todd Marshall, your wife�s � or should I
say yours as well � realtor,� the young-looking man said, sticking out his hand
for Sands and Jeffrey to shake it.
Sands couldn�t help
snicker at the use of his name as Salida�s, and feeling Jeffrey fume only made
him laugh all the more. Jeffrey put a
stopper on Sands� giggles and held out his hand. �A pleasure, Mr. Marshall. Call me Jeffrey,� he said slowly, shaking the
man�s hand.
�Whoa, that's quite
a handshake you have there, pal!� the man said with a bit of a laugh,
extracting his hand from Jeffrey�s tight grip.
�I suppose you�ll be wanting to take a look at the house?�
�What the hell else
would we be here for, you fuckwit?� Sands muttered under his breath.
�Excuse me?� the
realtor asked with a frown, not having heard Sands clearly. �dn�tdn�t quite catch that, I�m sorry.�
�Yes, we�re here to
look at the house,� Salida interrupted before whichever man had made the
comment could repeat it. �Please, Todd,
I thought I asked you to call me by my first name.�
�Do forgive me . .
. Salida, I will try to remember,� he said with a slightly bashful smile. An eye roll was shared by Jeffrey and Sands
both. �Shall we then? I�ll give you the ten cent tour. Unless, you�d rather like to be left alone?�
he asked politely, his hands clasped in front of him as he stood with his
posture straight and proper, waiting for her answer.
The man had obviously
been waiting for them, so she felt bad about turning awayaway from the
get-go. �Why don�t you make it the five
cent tour, and we�ll call it even?� she said with a smile.
�Excuse me; may I
have a word with my wife in private, Todd old buddy?� Jeffrey asked with forced
cheerfulness.
�Of course . . .
Jef.christening something in the new house before they had even moved
in appealed to him however. �Lead the
way, vixen,� he urged, forcing himself to let go of her long enough for her to
lead them back into the house and wherever his surprise was.
Taking his hand,
she pulled him up the stairs quickly, leading him over to a door.screaming for you. When . . . when you held . . . your knife to
my neck, covered in another person�s blood, it felt so good that it hurt.�
Her eyes were hot and she was trembling in front of him, but they both
knew it wasn�t from cold. Her head
nodded towards the closet. �I was going
to wrap your present,� she whispered.
�There�s ribbon in the there. You
could tie me up like the willing little love-slave that I am. You could leave me tied here for the world to
see, exposed and totally at your mercy.�
A tingle and a wave of hot warmth went through her at the thought. �You could strangle the air from my
lungs.� She looked at the knife beside
her head. �Yo>�You could prick and cut me
until I was weak for blood loss and need of you.�
�You are already
totally at my mercy vixen,� Jeffrey practically hissed. �You�re mine, and you know that, right? You�re mine to do with what I wish. If I want to fucking tie you up and leave you
here screaming for me to come back I will.
I can. Would you like that? You wouldn�t, would you? You can�t stand the thought of having me
leave you alone like that, hot and begging for my touch. What would you say if you have to earn that touch, vixen? What are you willing to do to earn those things? You want to be tied up, fine. What do I get in return? And don�t say �anything� or you�ll be punished,�
he said firmly, picking up the knife again and trailing the tip down her neck
softly � not quite enough to draw blood, but close. �You like being at my mercy, is that it? You like it when I do this?� he moved the
knife between her legs so that it was resting on her femoral artery, the flat
of the blade pressed firmly down on her clit.
�One slice and you would bleed to death in only a few minutes. You like that? Feeling helpless like that? Tell me, vixen, how does this make you feel?�
he asked heatedly, looking at her directly.
�And don�t forget about the question I asked you earlier. I will not repeat myself again.�
�You�re making my
heart race, lover. It�s beating so hard
that I�m shaking with it and my head is light.
I can hardly breathe you�re
turning me on so much.� She didn�t dare
move. �And what would I do to get you to
tie me to the table and fuck me until I pass out? I�ll use the knife on you, giving you the
pain you love so much. I�ll take your
cock in my hot little mouth and fuck you with it until you come and spill over
my lips. I can�t even think of
everything I would do.� Her arousal
caused her accent to thicken. �But you
only need ask it, and I�d do it . . . with the exception of anything that might
get us arrested.�
�You�ve got a
fucking deal, my dirty little vixen,� he drawled, moving the knife over her
clit slowly before setting to the side near her right hand. He then pulled himself off of her and the
pool table and went over to said closet and pulled a long coil of wide red
ribbon out. Before he would do anything
with it however, he sat on the edge of the table and removed his pants. He left his boxers on; those would be hers to
remove. He crawled back over to her, the
ribbon in hand. He set the ribbon down
on the other side of her. �Before I use
that on you, you�re going to do something for me. You do something for me, and then I do
something for you. That�s how it�s going
to work. And I�m the one who decides if
you�ve earned the ribbon and me. This is
non-fucking negotiable. Are you
listening to me, vixen? Good. I want you to take that knife in your hands
and use it on me. Give me paspanspan
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Give me pleasure. Make me beg.
I don�t fucking care. When you�ve
done that to my satisfaction, it will be your turn, savvy?�
She nodded, picking
up the knife. The doctor in her screamed
about HIV and other blood-borne diseases, but she highly doubted that Jeffrey
had the patience to wait for her to go wash it.
She sat in indecision for a long moment before asking in a soft,
subservient voice, �May I go wash this so you don�t catch anything that could
eventually kill you?� She trembled,
unsure of what his reaction would be.
Jeffrey sighed in
irritation, but waved a hand at her. �Be
quick, my little vixen, or you�ll earn a punishment for it.�
Salida nodded, and
ran across the hall to the bathroom. She
quickly washed the blade, using soap.
Flicking it dry, she came back to the game room and climbed up on the
table. Not wasting time to make her
first incision, right over the pulse in his neck. Her lips immediately latched onto it, sucking
hard enough to leave a bruise. Moving
away, she made another cut, behind his left ear, and again her mouth fastened
on it, her body trembling from restrained action and incredible desire.
Jeffrey moaned at
the sensations, but it wasn�t enough. It
wasn�t nearly enough. �More vixen, more. You�re not earning anything yet,� he said a
bit breathlessly, but still while it felt good, it wasn�t enough. He wanted that feeling of such pure pain and
pleasure that he saw spots in his vision.
He wanted his blood to flow free.
He wanted her to do it. Now.
She growled, and
shoved him down on the table, pulling off his boxers. With narrowed eyes, she looked at him, then
made a cut right above his knee, sucking vigorously and nipping at him. If he wanted more, she�d fucking give him
more. She worked her way up his leg to
his hipbone before moving to his other knee and repeating her journey. Then she moved to his navel and did the same,
making small cuts that radiated out from the dimple. She never even looked up at him as she worked
her way down.
She was a bit more
careful now, but she wouldn�t stop until he told her too. Finally, with no order to stop having come
yet, she made the smallest of nicks on the very tip of his length, then
immediately took him into her mouth, sucking hard.
Jeffrey didn�t even
have time to prepare himself . One minute he was asking for more, the next. .
. �Oh sweet holy fuck, vixen, stop,
stop!� he panted, his entire body heaving.
If she moved her mouth one more time he was going to fucking come and he
had wanted to wait. Unfortunately, his
wicked vixen seemed to have other ideas on her mind, dragging her tongue slowly
across the burning cut she had made.
That was all it took. Jeffrey
roared and came hard into her moutis eis eyes watering from the force of the
release he felt. When he was finally
finished, some time later, he lifted his head up off of the table and looked at
her, his brow lined with sweat. �Ok, I�m
fucking convinced. Give me your fucking
hands.� He wanted nothing more than to
just lie there on the table enjoying tfterfterglow, but he had made a fucking
promise. He sat up and looked down at
the full extent of her work for the first time.
He would be lucky if a few of the deeper ones didn�t scar. He moved over and pushed her down on the
table in the position he had just been occupying before taking the ribbon into
his hands and yanking the knife out of hers.
He rolled her over on her side now and tied her hands together at the
small of her back. It wouldn�t be
comfortable to lie on, but if he tied them above her head she could still put
them over his and that was unacceptable.
Now that she was
getting what she wanted, Salida put up a token rtanctance, but Jeffrey just
smacked her on the har hard enough to hurt this time.
�Act like that
again, and I�ll have to punish you again, vixen,� he promised, making sure to
tie the ribbon tightly. It would
probably leave marks on her wrists, but there was nothing he could do about
that seeing as that that was the onling ing they had. �Feeling all helpless and restrained right
now? Good. Stay there.�
With that, he got off of the table and padded his way to where he had
heard her washing off the knife.
He took his time in
the bathroom, trying to regain some of the equilibrium she had taken from him
by making him come before he had wanted to and before he was ready for it. He rinsed his sweaty face off with cold water
and took a good look at the cuts she had made in the light. A lot of them were still bleeding but he
didn�t do anything to stop them. He
didn�t clean himself up either. He just
let them bleed before striding back across the hall to where his trussed vixen
waited. �Did you like that, vixen? Not knowing when I might come back? I could leave again if I wanted to, you know. And there�s not a thing you can do about
it. Or, I could just stay right here and
give you everything you want since you did
give me what I wanted.� He
shrugged. �I could go either way
really.�
�Leave,� she
whispered. �Blindfold me and
leave.� She liked the uncertainty of not
knowing when he�d be back. That he would
come back was a n � n � he couldn�t stay away from her for long � but she liked
the chills that went down her spine when she heard him leave.
�As you fucking
wish, vixen,� he said, moving over to cut another length of the ribbon with the
once again bloodied knife. It was just
thick enough to cover her eyes if he tied it right. �See you later, vixen,� he said with irk irk
before covering her eyes completely. He
then left � still completely naked and uncaring � to check out the rest of the
new house.
Salida laid very
quietly on the table, her ears straining for any sound that her husband might
make. She didn�t know how long she laid
there, but eventually, she heard footsteps coming back up the stairs.
It didn�t take long
for Jeffrey to become bored with his self-guided tour. Sure, the house was interesting, he guessed,
but there was something far more interesting waiting for him trussed like a
thanksgiving fucking turkey in the middle of the pool table. Just thinking about her there waiting for
him, made his arousal twitch in anticipation.
Ok, I�m fucking ready. Enough with this house shit. He walked back up the stairs and into the
game room and smiled to see his vixen lying exactly had been when he had left
her, staring in his direction behind the ribbon blindfold. �Did you fucking miss me, vixe/p> /p>

�Yes,� she
whispered, trying to stay quiet enough to trace his movements. She could hear him circling the table, taking
her in from all sides, all angles, letting his eyes wander over her helpless
form. Just the thought alone made her
hot again.
God she
is so fucking sexy, he moaned to himself, memorizing every curve and line
of her body for the hundredth time as he looked at her. �Do you hear me moving? I can see your face turning to follow me. Do you hear me circling like a hungry fucking
shark, moving in for the kill? Just
seeing you there helpless makes me fucking horny all over again.�
Thought she was
helpless, did he? Using her abdominal
muscles, Salida pulled herself up into a sitting position, moving to sit on her
knees. Settled like this, it was easier
to track her husband, and she could feel blood flowing back into her
hands. �Come and get me, Jeffrey,� she
whispered softly. �Make me think I�m
under attack. Please. Tell me that my body is whoring for you, that
you own me.� Her voice was a soft plea.
Jeffrey wasted no
time in coming at her quickly, moving around the table in all directions,
faster than her movements could follow.
He alternating kissed her or ran the edge of the knife against her skin
that he must have picked up on one of his circuits around the table. He did this for several long minutes, not
speaking or even making a sound to give her an to to follow his
movements. When he was convinced she was
turned around enough that so loo longer knew where he was, he went in for the
kill.
He pushed her back
on the pool table hard, hissing as she fell, �You are mine, vixen. I do own you. I own every fucking part of your body. I�m the first man to ever be with you. I�m the only man who�s ever been with you. I�m
fucking married to you. You�re mine in more ways that I can fucking count.
Spread your legs for me. Spread
those dark thighs of yours like you do again and again for me. With only a word I could make you do it. You like my words. You like to hear me fucking talk. Are you liking it now? Do my words turn you on? Do you like heariow yow you resemble a
fucking whore right now? Because you
do. With your fucking thighs spread like
that. I can smell your fucking need,
vixen.� He reached over and stuck a
finger deep inside of her before bringing it up to her face. �Do you smell it, vixen? How fucking wet you are for me right
now? I can see you�re fucking
shivering. Is that from need? I bet it fucking is. With your eyes covered and your fucking hands
tied behind your back, I could do anything to you like this. And you wouldn�t even know until it was
already done. And you wouldn�t be able
to fucking stop me.� He moved even
closer to her; his breathing hot on her face.
He kissed her then, and it was not a gentle one. He ravaged her mouth, leaving her lips red
and swollen when he finally pulled away.
�What do you want me to do to you, vixen? This is your only chance, so fucking speak up
now.�
�Make me bleed,�
she gasped. �Make me bleed in the same
way you always make me bleed . . .
with your face buried in my dripping wet arousal.� Her own words made her shiver.
Jeffrey didn�t
hesitate. His mouth was wrapped around
her clit before she had time to process that he had moved away from her
face. And he was sucking at it
hard. If making her bleed had been
accidental before, it was most certainly intentional now. But that was what she had asked for, and that
was what he was giving her. He drank up
her arousal greedily, licking her clean � inside and out � before returning his
lips to the small bundle of nerves that held the key to her arousal and biting
down on it hard enough just to draw blood � no more, no less. It was when that blood started flowing that
he really began suckling on her, the cocktail of her blood and her arousal
sending him closer to his own edge once more.
Salida screamed and
bucked, her body much more sensitive to his attentions than it�d been in recent
memory, if ever. She was so hot, so
aroused, so ready to come. She couldn�t
even feel the pain, couldn�t feel anything more than the incredible pressure he
was exerting on her clit. �Oh d�os, Jeffrey,
oh yes, god yes, please!� she screamed, trying desperately to get closer to
him. �Oh
fuck yes, fuck me, please! Make me come,
then fuck me hard! Yes, lover, yes!�
Her impassioned screams only served to
spur him on even faster and faster, determined to make this untamed beauty come
before she broke his fucking nose with an ill-placed upward thrust. He slid one finger easily inside of her and
smirked when he felt her inner muscles clench wildly around it as she finally
found her release.
Salida came so hard
that she didn�t even have the breath to scream.
She gasped, trying desperately to fill her lung while tears leaked from
her eyes, but she never had the chance to recover. Before she knew what was happening, Jeffrey
was above her, his hands and mouth wildly caressing and groping her breasts
while his rock-hard arousal rubbed against her slit. She moaned, weakly trying to move with him,
but with his weight on top of her and her hands trapped behind her, it was a
hopeless cause.
Jeffrey watched her
try to move against him, and somehow it managed to arouse him even more to see
that she couldn�t; to see that she was so totally in his control. He hadn�t meant to rub himself against her
slit like that but the feeling and the moan that slipped from her mouth had
been worth it. Of course, it had stolen
from him whatever control he might have been able to still lay claim to, but
that didn�t matter. He thrust into her
hard, immediately setting a vicious pace.
There was no caring or gentleness in his touch; this was pure need being
satisfied.
Salida cried out
with every thrust, feeling her entire body respond to the man above her. When he entered her, she felt indescribable
pleasure; when he withdrew, she felt like she was being ripped in two. His rough hands on her waist anchored her to
the table as he rode her mercilessly, she she loved it. It was only a matter of minutes before she
was screaming out her release and feeling her muscles contracting almost
painfully against her husband.
When he felt Salida
come a second time he knew he was fucking getting close � he could feel his
climax fucking building � but it eluded him. And I�m wanted in a few fucking
states and you know it. Cops are fucking
dumb, but they�re not that dumb,
vixen.�
She pouted again,
but nodded, finally sitting up.
�Fine. I wouldn�t put you at risk
for anything. Not after such amazing
sex, anyway.� She grinned tiredly at
him. �How are we going to move a
body? We don�t even have a car, and I
don�t think . . .� she trailed off.
�Wait. There�s an old root cellar
in the backyard. Can we put the body there
and move it later?�
Jeffrey
shrugged. �Don�t look at me as if I�m
some kind of expert on hiding
bodies. I just usually leave them where
they fall vixen, but I can see as that might a bit of a problem this time, so
yeah, I guess that could work. As long
as later isn�t too fucking long. Do you have any idea how fast a body would
fucking decompose in this climate? Fast
vixen. I have no intention on moving the
body if and when it gets like that.�
�Have you two done
anything about that fucking body yet or are you still screwing each other�s
brains out?� Sands asked lazily, cracking a single eye open after he had closed
them upon waking up.
�You just keep your
eyes to your fucking self, Sands and we�ll get along fine,� Jeffrey warned,
turning away so he could no longer see Salida�s naked body.
�I�m not looking,�
Sands said wearily. �And you didn�t
answer my fucking question. I would
assume the answer is no since you two seem to be naked . . . and on a pool
table no less. How about that?� he asked
aloud, looking down at the pool top underneath him. �Fuck me, it looks as if someone had fun,�
Sands drawled, hissing as he drew a finger ac one one of the bloodied cuts.
�Not my fault,�
Salida immediately said. �Jeffrey�s the
one that likes it.�
�Oh I just bet he
does, Sunrise,� Sands said with a smirk.
�Don�t try to pass
the fucking buck on this one, vixen. You
know you fucking like doing it. I know
you probably wouldn�t fucking like it done to you, but you like the fucking
power you get over me when you hurt me.
You like my reactions. Don�t try
and fucking deny it.�
�Ok, look I don�t
want to be dragged into the middle of a fucking debate between you two so can
we just drop it, get dressed, and do something about the fucking murder victim
in the back yard?� Sands asked with a raised eyebrow.
�Like what?� Salida
asked, climbing off the table and searching for her scattered clothes. Getting dressed, she frowned as she noticed
that one of her buttons off her pants was missing. Going to the door and picking up her purse,
she dug through it until she found a safety pin. �There�s nothing that�s really convenient
that we can do with it.�
�Bury it in the
fucking back yard. Chop him into little
fucking pieces and feed him to the alligators who are supposed to be so fucking
prevalent in this fucking swamp of a city.
Dissolve him with fucking lye.
I�ve employed that method before and it�s rather effective,� Sands said
with a shrug. �It doesn�t really matter
what we fucking do with him as long as we just do something,� he said, finding Jeffrey�s boxers and pants and pulling
them on as he spoke.
�I�m not chopping anything into little pieces,� Salida
said plainly, trying to do something with her hair that would keep it out of
her face. �And I�m pretty sure that
realtors are supposed to tell people when they're going out to show a house. Which means he probably shouldn�t be found
here.�
�Fine, then I guess
we�ll just have to fucking take him somewhere else then, now won�t we? If one of us had a fucking car this would be
so much easier. I own a fucking fleet of
cars and yet, none of them are here when I fucking need one. Typical,� Sands muttered to himself. �Do you think he�ll fucking keep until
tonight? I don�t want to spend my
fucking evening disposing of a body, but hey, that�s fucking life.�
Salida
shrugged. �I was just telling Jeffrey
that there�s a root cellar in the backyard, wasn�t I?� she asked, looking for
some sign of her husband. As far as she
knew, he�d fallen asleep already. When
he�d told her she couldn�t. �And I�m
sure there�s a tarp around here somewhere.�
If Jeffrey�s gone and fallen
asleep, I swear I�m going to wake him up.
�Yeah, yeah, root
cellar,� Jeffrey agreed with a slight yawn.
�I haven�t seen the fucking thing, but I suppose he�ll keep there until
we can figure out what else to do with him,� he agreed, pulling on his long
sleeved shirt but not buttoning it up.
He looked over to see that Salida was fully dressed and giving him a
strange look. �What? You think I went to fucking sleep or
something? I�m fucking awake. I may not fucking like it, but I am,� he
grumbled.
She grinned. �After giving me a hard time about falling
asleep, you�d best be awake, lover, because I can guarantee you wouldn�t like
the way I�d wake you up.�
�Oh is that ri��
�It doesn�t fucking
matter if he�s awake or not. I�m fucking awake and I�m going down to
do something about that fucking body so when the next time I wake up I won�t be
looking out through fucking bars, savvy?�
Sands didn�t give either Jeffrey or Salida time to answer as he turned
and left, heading downstairs and out into the back yard.
Salida stood still
for a moment, then ran down the stairs after Sands. He heard her coming and turned to meet her.
�What the fuck do
you want, sunrise?� Sands asked tiredly.
�Your fucking husband and I have more important things to deal with now
than dealing with a clingy, post-coitus woman.�
She glared at
him. �I was coming to help you find a tarp and some rope. The body will be easier to move later if you
don�t have to worry about your fingers sinking through decaying flesh.�
�Alright, thank
you,� Sands said with a slight sigh.
�You can help us fucking carry him then, if you don�t mind. Let�s get him to this fucking root cellar of
yours and then we�ll figure out where to go from there, alright?�
�You grab his
fucking feet, vixen. The bastard�s neck
and shoulders are a fucking bloody mess.
You don�t want to have to touch that.�
Jeffrey paused then and looked askance at her. �Are you alright? You don�t have to help with this if you don�t
want to. It�s our fucking mess and we�ll
clean it up like fucking always. There�s
no need for you to get involved.�
�It would be a lot
fucking easier with the three of us,� Sands muttered.
�Look, I�m just
trying to be fucking considerate to my wife for a change, so you can just shut
the fuck up for a minute, alright?� Jeffrey seethed to Sands. Tensions were fucking high and it hadn�t
taken long for the two of them to start trying to take chunks out of each other
again.
�Oh fuck you, you
bastard. I wasn�t the one who threw the
fucking knife at him in the first place.
If I didn�t fucking know that when you got your ass thrown in jail mine
would be too, you�d be on your fucking own,� Sands hissed back.
�Oh? Well who was the fucking one who crouched
down to watch him die and then twisted the fucking knife before pulling it
out? �Cause it certainly wasn�t fucking
me,� Jeffrey shot back.
Salida watched them
argue, and shook her head. Jogging to
the small tool shed, she pulled out the tarp she remembered seeing, and a coil
of rope. Going back to the body, she
found Jeffrey and Sands still arguing.
Rolling her eyes, she laid the tarp down, and crouched down. Upon examination, rigor mortis had already
set in, so she simply set her hands at the small of the man�s back and
pushed. The body rolled onto the tarp,
and with another push, laid in the middle of the sheet of plastic. She then wrapped him up and slid the rope
under the entire bundle, wrapping it around it several times. A few seconds, and a few knots later and she
was done. Jeffrey and Sands were not.
If they were in different bodies, they�d be
throwing punches by now, she thought.
Then, clearing her throat, she tried to get their attention. It didn�t work. �Excuse me?�
Still nothing. �Shut the hell
up!� she yelled, getting a bit exasperated.
Both men turned to
the shouting woman in front of them and just stared, too shocked to make a
sound. �He started it,� Jeffrey mumbled
under his breath a moment later.
�Oh shut the fuck
up. She�s done everything fucking for us
while we�ve been standing here arguing,� Sands muttered, casting a glance in
Salida�s direction. �I�d say I�m sorry,
but I�m not, so I�ll simply say I�m done arguing if Jeffrey fucking is, alright
sunrise?�
�I suppose I
fucking am too vixen. For now,� Jeffrey
said, walking over to where she had tied up the body. �Grab his feet?�
She really wanted
to say something about how they both owed her, but she kept her mouth shut and
grabbed the parcel�s feet. Together, the
three of them lugged the stiff pillar of dead weight over to the doors of the
root cellar. Salida set down her end to
open the doors, and then the two men dumped the body inside.
�Well,� she said
after closing the doors. �I do believe
that�s the first time I�ve ever aided and abetted in anything that was against
the law. Well, other than not turning
you two in in the first place.�
�Your life can�t
have been very interesting then, now could it?� Sands remarked, pulling out a
cigarette Jeffrey had rolled earlier and sticking it into a corner of his mouth
before lighting it with the sliver Zippo he kept in his pocket. He looked at the flame of the lighter
thoughtfully for a moment before snapping it shut and putting it back. �We could always burn the bastard,� he
ventured.
�Do you have any
idea how bad fucking human flesh
smells when it burns? Of course you
do. There�s no way we can do that. Someone will smell it and make their way over
here in curiosity before you can say fucking �barbecue,�� Jeffrey remarked with
a roll of his eyes after taking a drag on the cigarette.
�Well I�m open to
fucking suggestions. So, we can�t burn
him, we can�t fucking leave him here, and sunrise doesn�t want to cut him up. What does that leave?� Sands queried
aloud. �We need to fucking take him
somewhere to get rid of him, we haven�t got fucking car, and we sure as hell
can�t take him back to the hotel.�
�Rent a fucking
cheap hotel room on Rue Bourbon. Near
one of the fucking strip clubs.
Somewhere where the owners won�t ask fucking questions. We�ll get rid of him there,� Jeffrey mused
aloud.
�Well that�s
perfect, but a fucking body wrapped in a tarp isn�t exactly the most
inconspicuous thing in the world, now is it, you fucking idiot?� Sands gritted
out, becoming agitated again like everyone knew he would.
�Well I don�t hear
you making any fucking suggestions,� Jeffrey yelled back, having already
forgotten his and Sands� promise not to argue.
Salida was getting
a headache. Rubbing her head, she said
in a quiet, intense voice, �If you two bastards would shut up for a moment, I
think I might have a suggestion.�
�Fine.�
�We�re fucking
listening.�
�I doubt Todd
walked here. He�s got a car parked around
here somewhere,� she held up the keys she�d thought to remove from his
pocket. �When it gets dark, put him in
the car, drive him somewhere where you can push the car over a cliff or
something, making sure to stick something in that gaping hole in his neck, and
let the car fall. If you make sure that
it�s somewhere remote, then no one will find him for a few days and won�t be
able to tell if he was dead before the accident. Will that fucking do?� Her headache was growing, and she was quickly
loosing her patience for this.
< sty style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Sands and Jeffrey
went over this idea silently within their own head before nodding. �My clever vixen,� Jeffrey said with a
smirk. �I knew I married you for a
reason,� he winked at her to show that he was teasing her.
�Spare me. Can we fucking go home now?� Sands asked,
sounding a mentally and emotionally exhausted as they all felt. �And there�s no way inl I�l I�m walking back
again.
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