The Naughty Stuff (11 page)

From Tempered by Fire: Angel Bound #1

Sebastian

While they stood staring at each other, Samael’s gaze wavered and his eyes drifted toward Tatiana and it was the first sign that he was considering what Sebastian had said.

“I can show you just how pleasing and desirable Tatiana is, Sam.” Sebastian leaned down to Tatiana and raised her face so that they were looking eye-to-eye. “Show him,
Tati. Show him what he’s missing out on,” he whispered seductively.

Tatiana crawled towards
Samael on all fours while Sebastian led her by her hair. She would do whatever Sebastian wanted if it meant that they would be safe.

When she was in front of
Samael, Tatiana rose up on her knees and began to run her hands up his thighs and over his groin. Samael shivered with her touch and tried to rebuke her, but he became erect and remained motionless.

“This is forbidden and I do not want this,” he
stated halfheartedly.

Sebastian sensed
Samael’s hesitation and arousal, and moved in for the kill. “Your mouth speaks of your denial, but your eyes and your body give away your want, my brother.”

“Show him,
Tati. Take him into your mouth,” Sebastian ordered Tatiana sweetly, but Tatiana hesitated. Sebastian immediately yanked on Tatiana’s hair. “Am I not your Master?” he demanded harshly.

“Yes.” she squeaked out.

“Then do as I say and don’t hesitate again.”

Samael’s
breath hitched when he heard the order given to Tatiana and saw how she obeyed his words. Sebastian knew at that moment, that despite Sam’s denials, he wanted to control her.

Tatiana was confused by Sebastian’s request and mildly upset that he would share her, but it was also strangely exciting and felt forbidden to take another man while her Master watched. She did not have time to think before Sebastian pushed her head down onto
Samael’s large cock. She did what all her years of practice had trained her to do so well, and she began sucking and licking him, gripping him firmly with one hand and massage his ball sack with the other.

“This is forbidden and I do not want this,”
Samael repeated softly again while closing his eyes tightly and slicking his tongue across his mouth. He said the words as if trying to convince himself more than Sebastian, but while he spoke them, his body moved rhythmically against Tatiana’s mouth, pushing himself deeper to the back of her throat.

Sebastian stood only inches away from his angelic brother, holding Tatiana’s hair while she suckled at
Samael. He leaned down behind her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, sensing she felt betrayed.

“You still belong to me,
Tati; you always will. Nothing will ever break our bond. I may share your body, but your heart and soul belong only to me,” he murmured in her ear lovingly.

Sebastian’s words gave Tatiana the reassurance that she needed and she suddenly felt empowered by her ability to control and please both of these supernatural beings. But all at once, Sebastian pulled her hair back, dragging her mouth away from
Samael.

“Why did you tell her to stop?”
Samael asked breathlessly and Sebastian knew that he was hooked.

“Because in order for you to make an informed decision about whether or not my
Namaah is desirable, you must experience all of her.”

Sebastian motioned towards the bed to Tatiana. She moved to it,
lay down and spread her long legs. Sebastian then guided Samael by his shoulders over towards her.

“Spread your legs wider,
Tati, and show him how beautiful you are.” Sebastian reached over and put his fingers in Tatiana’s pussy and soaked his fingers with her juices. Then he held them up in front of Samael’s nose.

“Smell her, my brother.” He said and
Samael inhaled deeply. Then he ran his wet fingers over Samael’s lips. “Now taste her.”

Samael
slicked the tip of his tongue over his lips and his eyes rolled back. Sebastian moved out of the way as Samael leaned down in between Tatiana’s legs and started frantically licking her. Tatiana threw her head back and moaned.

Tatiana

Tatiana understood what Sebastian now wanted. She watched
Samael lick at her and his long, thick, fumbling tongue felt good.  Her growled deeply as his tongue probed in and out of her. She held onto his head and pulled his hair hard, and when he looked up at her, she saw something she hadn’t seen in Sebastian’s eyes;
evil
.  While Samael continued to fuck her with his tongue and watch her, the whites of his eyes turned to black and the shape of his pupils shifted into something reptile-like.

Even though Tatiana felt fearful of
Samael, she was ready to please him in any way that he wanted because it was what her Master commanded and more than anything, she wanted to please Sebastian. She stood up and pushed Samael onto the bed.  She climbed on top to straddle him, but Sebastian guided her to sit atop him in reverse position so that she was facing way from Samael and looking at him. She lowered herself onto Samael’s erect cock and began to ride him slowly. Sebastian stood in front her watching them and becoming hard and aroused. Tatiana reached over to Sebastian and pulled him close. She wanted to please them both at the same time. While Sebastian stood at the foot of the bed and in between Samael’s legs, she leaned down and took Sebastian into her mouth while she continued to ride Samael.

Something was changing and Tatiana could feel it. Things were not only changing within her, but in Sebastian and
Samael as well. She could hear their thoughts faintly, as if they were being whispered in her subconscious. While she fucked and sucked them, their thoughts became clearer in her mind and she knew now what they meant by Namaah. She was no longer all human; she was part demon and she could feel the demonic blood coursing through her veins.

Samael’s
hands came up to Tatiana’s hips and he began to pull her down hard onto him,  his breathing becoming ragged and shallow as he neared his finish. Sensing he was close, Tatiana gripped Sebastian tighter and sucked more fervently. She wanted to be filled with both their come at the same time.  She probed their thoughts, pacing her body and mouth to time their release together, and right on cue, they both orgasmed within seconds of each other, filling her mouth and her womb with their seed. She swallowed Sebastian’s wicked gift and then screamed in joy while both Sebastian and Samael howled like animals as their wings spread simultaneously, black against white.

She was now owned by two angelic beings, or to be more precise, two ‘in between’ beings. There was no doubt that the true Master was now Tatiana, and though her heart and soul belonged to Sebastian, her body belonged to them both.
 

Tatiana rolled off Sam and lay next to him while Sebastian threw himself onto the bed on her other side, their ragged breathing gradually slowing. As all three of them lay on the bed,
Tatiana surrounded by two beautiful and dangerous fallen angels, she wondered what their strange erotic future would hold.

From The Art of Control

The club is seedy and dark, as is the neighborhood. The music is loud and thumping and there are bodies intertwined and moving seductively on the dance floor. The lighting is dim and the smell and mist of cigarette smoke fills the air. Walking deeper into the crowded bar, the odor of sex, sweat and booze overwhelms me. I scan the room quickly while holding onto Dylan for dear life.

Off in the corner there are bodies seemingly swaying to the music. When the flash of the strobe lights hit their faces, I can see their orgasmic expressions and it becomes obvious to me that several of the couples are fucking. There’s a girl pinned on a wall by a man as he thrusts violently into her.
What kind of club is this?
No one seems to mind the sex being had in every nook and cranny of the establishment, and the din of conversation is heard underneath the blaring electronica.

Dylan guides me to a barstool and I seat myself while he orders me a dirty martini and a vodka tonic for himself. He drinks it quickly and keeps his eyes on me while I sip at my drink and continue to look around the room. I become fixated on a couple sitting at one of the tables only a few feet from us. The woman is feasting on her date’s dick in broad view of everyone as if she’s eating dinner at a social gathering. My face flushes with excitement and unexpectedly my pussy starts to throb. I glance at Dylan to see if he’s noticed and, of course, he has. He smiles deviously at me and licks his lips. His eyes are lusty and desire is seeping from every pore in his body. He takes my drink out of my hand and sets it on the bar alongside his.

Leaning into my ear, he whispers, “I’m going to have you here in front of all these people, Isa. I want everyone here to see how exquisite you look when you’re being fucked and what an obedient little wife you are when you swallow my come.”

My stomach quivers with uneasiness.

“Answer me,” he says.

“I didn’t realize that was a question,” I reply.

“It wasn’t,” he smiles, leaning into my mouth and licking my bottom lip.

I try to lean forward to nibble his tongue, but he pulls back and runs his hands up the insides of my thighs and pulls me off the stool. He kneels in front of me, reaches underneath my skirt and slips my panties off. Several people look over and I giggle nervously. He stands, slips my lingerie into his jeans pocket and kisses my forehead. Lifting me back onto the stool, he slides my skirt up while he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans. My breathing and heart rate become rapid, my eyes scanning the room anxiously.

“Tsk, tsk, Isabel. Eyes on me,” Dylan tells me, guiding me by my chin to make eye contact.

He pulls his hardened dick out of his pants and strokes it firmly with one hand and with the
other, he licks his fingers and inserts them into me.

“Spread wide for me,” he orders and I lean back against the bar and open my legs for him. This feels so dirty. I close my eyes, not wanting to see the judgmental foreign eyes on me but Dylan won’t allow it.

“I told you to watch me, Isa. I won’t say it again,” Dylan scolds.

My eyes instinctively pop open to my Master’s command and I focus on his cock as he continues to stroke himself. I sense people around us shifting as several bodies hover and watch our performance. Dylan continues to ease his fingers in and out of me while his thumb presses down on my clit, making me squirm. When I’m sufficiently wet, he pulls his fingers out and sucks my juices off of them. Resting his hand on my lower tummy, he slowly guides the head of his dick into me. He eases into me and rhythmically starts fucking me at a painstakingly slow pace, teasing me and giving everyone around us a good show. I grip the sides of the stool, trying to withhold my urge to moan out for fear of embarrassment. Dylan doesn’t seem to mind at all and his grunts can be heard through the music as he slowly grinds himself into me. He pulls his cock all the way out, only to push it back in, filling me completely. The feeling of the ridge of his head meeting my entrance, only to be forcefully pushed back in makes me wet beyond belief and my juices trickle down my inner thigh.

Something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention and I make the mistake of glancing over. There’s a ghostly white man with a shock of blonde hair standing not far behind Dylan who is watching intently as he strokes his erection through his pants. I quickly look up at Dylan and feel like bolting from the bar, screaming from humiliation.  Dylan senses my apprehension and grabs my hips as if to stop me from running. His stance shifts and he rises up on his tiptoes as he pulls me in to him. He thrusts hard, hitting my G-spot. The jolt of electricity takes me by surprise and I unwillingly whimper. When I do, more people look over and our audience widens.

The attractive couple who was feasting on each other walks over and joins the crowd watching us. They start fondling and groping each other unabashedly and my arousal piques. I’m torn between feeling self-conscious and turned on. All of these eyes are on us and it would seem no one is judging us after all. As a matter of fact, they all appear to be turned on by what they see. I feel so wanton right now.

The music momentarily pauses as one song changes to another and in that brief moment of silence, the sloppy wet sounds of our fucking can be heard, along with Dylan’s moaning. He adjusts his posture again and pushes my legs apart even wider, completely exposing me to the crowd.

“Play with
yourself,” he mutters just as another song comes overhead.

I move my hand to my clit and start circling my fingers around and tapping at it. I’m so aroused right now I fear what kind of flood will break loose when I get my release. Dylan angles his pelvis upward and drives into me harder with each thrust as my finish approaches. I pinch my swollen bundle of nerves, the cascade of heat and coolness burning in my loins. Closing my eyes, I get my release and scream out as I come, soaking both Dylan and me.

A man’s voice to the right of Dylan also moans out,
fuck
in French, while I sit quivering on the barstool.

Dylan grabs my hand and suckles my wet fingers. “On your knees,” he orders.

Dylan completely owns me and everyone here is witness to the power he exerts over me. Still trembling from my orgasm, I lower myself as gracefully as I can to the floor and I do as I’m told and stroke him hard. I run my tongue from the base of his sack up his shaft while looking into his eyes. My tongue ring hits the head of his dick and he grunts loudly and jerks. Pushing my hair out of my face, he holds it back as he guides my head up and down, occasionally forcing my head down abruptly and gagging me. Flicking and fluttering my tongue lightly over his frenulum, I hear Dylan hiss through his teeth in delight.

Dylan throws his head back and grips my hair tighter. “Yes, that’s it. Fuck me with that beautiful mouth,” he mumbles.

I close my eyes tightly and concentrate on my breathing and the sounds around us. I open my throat to his shaft as he pushes deeper into my mouth. There are hushed voices and French mutterings, some of which I can make out. I hear the words
she’s beautiful
and all of my previous self-consciousness dissolves as I gratify my husband.  I love him and want nothing more than to please him, and I want everyone here to see how perfect we are for each other.

The distinct pulsing of Dylan’s cock can be felt as he starts to come, but he pulls away from my mouth and I open wide and wait for his delicious gift. He jacks off into my mouth and spews a line of obscenities as I drink him up. As I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, he leans down and tilts my chin up.

“Dire mercie
maître,” he tells me.

I guess he knows a little French after all
.
Like a good submissive, I obey his order and thank him.
“
Mercie, maître.”

Dylan helps me up from my knees and I quickly finish my drink while he puts himself back together. The people around us dissipate and find their next source of sexual entertainment, and I just want to get the hell out of Dodge. I practically drag Dylan out of the bar and he stops me just before we hit the doors.

“Aren’t you missing something?”

I turn to face him, not sure what he’s talking about. Pulling my panties out of his pocket, he waves them teasingly in front of me. I reach out to grab them and he pulls them just out of my reach and smiles stupidly at me. I reach for them again and he raises them above my head, taunting me with them.
Oh, this is ridiculous
. I narrow my eyes at him and he chuckles while he dangles and jiggles them above my head.

“Are you going to give them to me or not?” I ask.

“They’re right here. Just take them,” he teases.

I reach for them one last time and he switches hands on me and laughs loudly. Several people standing nearby start to laugh along and I lose patience with him.

“You’re so juvenile sometimes,” I say, walking out the door
.
 

Dylan swiftly catches up and grabs my arm.

“Okay, fine. Here, take them,” he chuckles, holding them out to me at arm level
.
 

I stand motionless, giving him stink eye.

“Just take them,” he says still smiling boyishly.

I sneak my hand up slowly and yank them out of his grip and he howls with laughter
.
I’m glad he’s so amused
.
I suddenly feel the urge to wrap my frilly pink skivvies over the top of his head and go running down the street, mooning all of the French hookers. That’ll get a laugh out of him.

I look from left to right and when I think no one is looking, I quickly slip my panties back on and smooth my skirt down over my thighs.

Dylan abruptly pulls me into his arms and buries his face in my neck.

“Thank you,” he breathes into my ear.

“For what?”

“I’ve always fantasized about fucking you in public, so thank you for that. You were perfect.”

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