Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) Page 2

  There was the smell of fire as her ears picked up the crackling of the logs. Easing into the moment, Elizabeth used some of her training from the FBI to take it all in. Slowing her breathing and heartbeat, she simply listened to her surroundings.

  There were whispers, which she couldn’t understand, as the men she loved planned her night.

  Then, it suddenly ended.

  Silence.

  The absolute quiet seemed to go on for an eternity. Despite knowing who was holding her prisoner, it wasn’t easy to lie there bound, gagged, and a prisoner. Now, their lack of movement worried her. Fortunately, sound finally returned just as she was about to beg them to say something.

  Without warning, the mattress on which she lay moved, and one of the men was beside her.

  Her heart skipped as something cold touched her skin. Then, she could feel her jeans slowly being cut away from her body.

  There was the cold kiss of a blade.

  A shudder ran through her.

  One of them had a knife, and this became about more than just her. This was for her men too. In fact, Callen had once mentioned this little fantasy to her in passing. He told her his secret wish was to have her at his mercy for an entire evening. When he brought it up, Elizabeth never took it seriously, since they joked around all the time, but now here it was.

  Her heart pounded deliciously.

  Yeah, this was her fantasy too.

  Elizabeth didn't move, even as her boots were removed, and she was left lying there bottomless. Next, she could feel the fabric of her shirt being removed, once more with the sharp knife.

  The cool air tickled her flesh along with the gentle stroking and probing of fingers. When they slid down her torso, to the crease in her panties, it made her breath catch in her chest. When lips replaced fingers, she actually moaned in unadulterated pleasure.

  One of her men was orally pleasuring her through her panties, and he was on target. As he nibbled, her body bowed and arched into his hungry mouth. What she wouldn’t give to be able to beg for him to strip her bare, so she could really feel the assault of teeth, lips, and tongue.

  Never had she felt something so erotic, as being bound, captured, and feasted on like this.

  This was so incredibly erotic that the heat and wetness flooded from her body.

  As she adjusted to the sensation, there were hands moving up her ribcage to her breasts. Without warning, the cups were pulled down, and her nipples were taken, one at a time into the warmth of one of their mouths. When teeth played with them, she knew whose lips they were. Ethan was working her lower body into a frenzy while Callen tormented her upper torso.

  She moaned as the orgasm loomed closer. At her muffled voice, the men suddenly stopped.

  Elizabeth nearly begged. If only she could get the words to reach their ears through the tape across her lips. At that point, she would have promised anything for them not to stop.

  It was almost funny.

  Here, twenty minutes ago, she had been afraid. Now, she was as horny as hell and needed more of what they were offering.

  Yeah, she was a definite Native husband whore.

  Elizabeth couldn’t get enough.

  Slowly, she was rolled to her belly, and someone sat on her ass, holding her to the mattress. Whoever it was, they weren’t exactly unaffected by the events unfolding around them. There was the distinct bulge against her panty clad ass. If she could speak, oh what she would beg for them to do.

  Suddenly, her hands were uncuffed, or at least one was as the other was freed momentarily. Before she could even think of escape, another piece of cold steel snapped around her once free wrist. Elizabeth could feel the world turn, as she was rolled over, and her arms were lifted above her head. The click depicted the truth-she was now restrained once again.

  She was their captive.

  That alone sent the heat flooding lower in her body, as wetness coated her panties in anticipation. It screamed of so many fantasies, and of being at their mercy. She was their prisoner, and the men were playing the role of the savages who would take what they wanted.

  This was almost too much to handle.

  Slowly, a hand slid up her body and under the hood to her mouth, freeing her from the tape which had been placed there.

  It was gentle and loving.

  When her lips were free, she was finally able to speak. “Callen? Ethan?” she whispered, as more fingers played patterns over her flesh.

  “Shhhhhh,” came the reply from Ethan. “You’re our prisoner for the evening.”

  Yeah, she was more than okay with that. In fact, she wanted to do naked cartwheels all over town.

  Without warning, someone pulled the hood from her head. The unexpected motion caused her to blink, taking a few seconds to get her eyes to adjust to the muted light in the room. There was a fire, and HOLY SHIT, there were her men in Callen’s cabin!

  Before her stood the men in her life, and they had managed to outdo themselves this time. Where she always teased them, telling her men that she was going to play ‘ravage the savage’, it looked like the tables had been turned.

  Here stood her two Native men, and they were dressed the part. Ethan wore deerskin pants, and nothing else. His bare chest was marked up with so much ink that it stood out against the flickering firelight. Around his biceps, there were colorfully beaded bands, complete with tribal feathers. Slashed across his body was war paint in artfully designed markings. What nearly did her in were the braids in his hair. God, how she loved that raven black hair to death.

  Had anyone else tried to dress this way, it would be funny. Somehow, this looked right to her. In her deepest fantasies, this was exactly what he would look like in his ethnic attire.

  All the lust in her brain headed south, pooling hotly into her belly and below.

  Well, holy shit!

  This was going to be freaking fantastic.

  He didn't move, but instead watched her with his midnight blue eyes. If she didn't know him better, that look might have scared her, since it was absent of all emotion. Yet, she knew differently. Elizabeth had seen it many times before in bed. Now, he looked like a warrior, heading off into battle to get him some sexy female trophy.

  Never before had she wanted to be an inanimate object like right now.

  On second thought, Ethan looked more like some brave who was returning with the spoils of war. She could picture herself bound in his teepee after her town was pillaged.

  Yeah, she was hornier than hell.

  Then, a noise to her left drew her attention, and Elizabeth scanned the room. When her eyes met his, her heart skipped a beat. Callen was crouched beside the fire, the flames dancing teasingly off his tattoos, calling to her much like his brother’s did. What drew her focus most was the lack of clothing.

  There was only a loin cloth covering all his delicious man bits.

  Well, that and his long brown hair. Where his brother had braided his, Callen knew what would send her brain into overdrive.

  God, she wanted to wrap herself in the long brown tresses of it until she couldn’t get free.

  It looked like Elizabeth had died and gone to sexy Native heaven.

  Here were her savages, and they were going to have their wicked way with her.

  Slowly, Ethan moved toward her, making no sound. When he came to rest, standing beside her, he stared appreciatively down her long, lean body.

  “You’re ours now. We found ourselves a white woman of our own.”

  Oh God!

  She was going to melt right into the floor. What woman didn't fantasize about this?

  All the sex receptors in her body went off, and she was ready to thank the higher powers who had handed her this impressive little dream come true. When she didn't speak, he dropped to his knees beside her.

  “Tonight, you’re ours to do whatever we please. We caught you and earned our trophy.”

  If he wanted her to do cartwheels in their office buck naked, at this point, she absofreakinglutely would.


  Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak, and his hand immediately covered it, silencing her.

  “No speaking, woman. If I didn't have plans for your lips, I would keep them taped shut.”

  Callen crossed to her, his eyes also rooted on his prize. As he approached, his fingers ran up her leg to the moisture pooling there.

  “Oh, she’s beyond ready,” he said, pulling the bowie knife from the sheath and placing it under one strap on her hip. With a flick of his wrist, it cut through the material showing off half her clean shaven nether region. Handing the blade to his brother, Ethan followed suit, cutting away the last of the offending material.

  “The bra too!” Callen urged his partner in crime. “It’s pretty, but I want what’s beneath it more.”

  As the cold steel ran against her skin, she gasped.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet, outsider,” stated Callen, leaning down to lap at her wetness. The second he made contact, she shook.

  “She’s going to be fun,” Ethan added, leaning down closer to her ear. “You’re going to do whatever we want, aren’t you, woman?” he asked, running his fingers down her restrained arm.

  She simply nodded, distracted by Callen devouring her hungrily. He had lifted her hips to get a better angle and was greedily squeezing her ass cheeks in his hands.

  “I’m glad you see it our way, white woman,” Ethan said, standing.

  Elizabeth watched her husband as he slowly undid the leather cording at his sides. The edge of the pants sat just below the most amazing muscles carved into his hips. She wanted to run her lips across the angles and planes.

  Snapping his fingers, Ethan got her to refocus on his sexy little unveiling. When she watched his motions once more, he dropped the buckskin pants.

  Yeah, she wasn’t the only one turned on. Ethan had one hell of a raging problem himself. She hoped he’d have her take care of that, maybe a few times.

  Straddling her chest, he stared down into her eyes, issuing her one and only warning. “If you want the fantasy to end, say your maiden name. If you don’t, we’re staying with our plan. Tonight, it’s all about us taking you. Our needs come first.”

  She nodded enthusiastically, knowing that ‘LaRue’ wasn’t ever crossing her lips. She’d smack herself silly first. Elizabeth couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next.

  This was her dream come true.

  When she said nothing, Ethan took that as his sign. “Then, it begins.” With that, he leaned over her. “Take me in your mouth and pleasure me, captive.”

  He didn't have to ask twice. Eagerly, she opened and waited for him to slide in. Leaning further over her, Ethan found the perfect angle to fuck her mouth. He had to admit, she wasn’t the only one who was seeing the merit of this little fantasy. At first, it seemed like a lot of work to plan it all out, but now, he was immersed in the pure greatness of it. Unfortunately, in order for him to continue in the long term, he needed to get off. Once he did, he would have more control.

  Elizabeth moaned as Callen continued dining on her. It was hard to focus as Ethan was driving the full length of himself deep into her throat. When he shook, she knew what was coming. His hand slid into her hair, assuring that she was not able to move away. Apparently, he wanted her to swallow everything he had to offer.

  “Oh God!” he moaned, as she allowed him to steal that moment of so much pleasure.

  Her mouth flooded with his warm seed, and she eagerly swallowed him down. What she wanted to do was beg for more.

  So much more.

  When Ethan was finally finished using her mouth, he stared down into her eyes. “Very nice, white woman. There’s more to come.”

  Elizabeth prayed there was, as she licked her lips. The salty flavor of husband was very familiar, and made her even wilder. If he was stealing an orgasm this early, it was going to be one hell of an interesting night. Ethan intended on running a very long sex marathon.

  Callen slid up her body. “It’s my turn,” he said, grinning wickedly.

  She watched him with lust filled eyes. It was hard not to notice the same cut frame, just carrying a bit more bulk. What she wouldn’t give to run her hands all over Callen.

  “Since you got my brother off once, I think you’ll need to do that for me too.”

  Nothing would make Elizabeth happier.

  Reaching up, Callen unhooked her cuffs from above her head. Once free, he pulled her up into a kneeling position and stood in front of her. “Make me cum, white woman.”

  Her brain did a happy dance as she eagerly took him in her mouth. As her lips slid over his heated erection, Ethan moved behind her to run his hands over her flesh. When his fingers found the most sensitive part of her anatomy, he stroked her.

  Elizabeth moaned, her mouth full of Callen’s eager erection.

  “More,” he demanded, even as his brother played with her body. When she complied, he buried his hands in her hair and used her mouth to find his own satisfaction.

  Her body was on overload. As Ethan’s mouth closed over one of her nipples, even as he stroked her, she wanted to scream in pleasure.

  When her teeth scraped down Callen’s erection, he could feel the explosion coming. He took the opportunity to fuck her mouth in earnest. If they were only going to get one shot at this fantasy, they were going to dominate their strong woman the right way.

  There was no turning back now.

  “Oh God!” he moaned, dropping his head back, as every ounce of him poured hotly down her throat. Callen kept Elizabeth pulled tightly against his pubic bone, burying his erection so far down her throat that tears filled her eyes.

  When he released her, she gasped, fighting for air. A little bit of him dripped from the tip of his erection onto her lip. With his finger, he wiped it away and stared down at her. “You missed some,” he warned, waiting.

  When she opened her mouth, she sucked it from his finger. Behind her, Ethan growled at the action.

  It was obvious. He was ready for round two.

  Pulling her away from his brother, Ethan had his own plans while Callen recouped. Now, he wanted to bury himself in her body. Watching her service Callen had made him hard all over again. This time, he was going to use her and fulfil her fantasy.

  Well, sort of.

  They weren’t the ones being ravaged, she was.

  Someone’s fantasy was being taken care of, and that’s all that mattered. They were all going to be winners at the end of this night.

  Falling back to the mattress, Callen held her arms in place as Ethan pulled her legs apart. “I've waited a long time to do this,” he said, driving straight into her body. When she gasped, and then moaned, only then did he begin moving. His long strokes were meant to hit the right spot, over and over again. From the sounds coming from his wife, he was right on target.

  “I bet you love it,” Callen whispered in her ear. “Are you enjoying being taken by two Natives?”

  She couldn’t think. Her body was being invaded in punishing, but delicious strokes from Ethan. When Callen’s mouth closed over hers, she was overwhelmed by his oral assault.

  Ethan kept driving into her, and when he slid his fingers over her hot little nub, she ruptured apart. As her body tried milking him to lure him into the release, he fought it. For now, he was simply letting the sensation course through him.

  He was close, and so damn glad that he came once already, or he would have been done.

  “My turn!” demanded Callen, as he switched places with his brother. For now, he longed to drive himself into her body to find some pleasure. They had a big finale planned, and this was just wearing her down. Before this fantasy played out, Elizabeth was going to be begging to never leave his cabin.

  “Want more, white woman?” Ethan asked, lying beside her, as Callen pummeled her body unmercifully.

  “Yes,” she begged, needing to feel more. The men in her life were giving her the ultimate fantasy. Never in all her wildest dreams, did she think this was possible.


  Leaning over, he took her nipple in his mouth and began sucking roughly on it. Her whole body shook.

  “Please, let me touch you,” she pleaded.

  Ethan stared into her eyes, before he released her hands. “Since you asked nicely and haven’t fought us, I’ll allow it.”

  When her arms went around his neck, she pulled him down to her lips, and he hungrily devoured her.

  As hardcore as they were trying to be with this fantasy for her, the second their mouths met, there was nothing but shared bliss. Ethan fell into the kiss as tongues met, mingled, and came together in a steamy kiss. It was how it always was with his Elizabeth.

  Oh, she may have been their prisoner, but Ethan knew who the real captives were. This woman had them both wrapped around her little finger.

  Then again, with a wife like theirs, who would mind?

  As they continued to kiss, she moved closer and closer to the edge.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, breaking away from his mouth. Suddenly, she fell into the bright spiral of colors. They erupted all around her, pulling her deep into the ecstasy.

  Callen rode out the pleasure, enjoying how her body tightened down on his. Yet, he wasn’t done. As much as he wanted to keep burying himself in the warmth, they had a plan.

  Dropping his head to the junction of her legs, he took her over-sensitized bud into his mouth and continued the torture.

  She begged for the pleasure to end. It was too much. Her body was vibrating from their mouths, dicks, and hands. Never before had she been pushed this far.

  Callen ignored her as did Ethan. They would push her over one more time, and then give her a few moments to rest. Then, she was all theirs.

  They had spent hours planning this erotic seduction, all the way down to the end. Someone was going to be screaming, and she’d never forget the savages who ravaged her.

  Her hands went right to Callen’s hair, and she yanked on it. It pulled a low growl from deep within his body. Oh, she knew how to play him. A little pain would get her whatever she wanted.

  Just not tonight.

  For this evening, it was all about making their wife scream.

  “Oh God! Oh God!” she practically shouted, as Ethan held her down. Her entire body was quivering. It turned him on to restrain her as they used her body however they wanted.