Page 14 of Craving Paradise
“Join me up here,” Vixen whispers into my ear.
I do as she asks and sit on the other side of where she’s sitting. She then turns and places her bent legs on either side of me, and I do the same. Vixen then grabs a strawberry and slides it between my folds before placing the berry into her mouth.
“You taste fucking delicious.”
I do the same with her, running the berry between her legs and popping it into my mouth, moaning, tasting the juices in my mouth. Mr. Fox is groaning and cursing under his breath as Vixen and I transfixed him.
“Come, join us, Mr. Fox. We’re your dessert buffet. We have sauces, cream, champagne, fruit, and chocolate to use however you wish,” I explain to him as Vixen crushes a strawberry over my nipple and is sucking its juices from my flesh. My head falls back as a moan floats from my lips. Her tongue continues to move around the sensitive bud, teasing me.
“Is it okay to make a mess on the bed?” he asks as he grabs the bottle of champagne.
“Yes, please, the furniture’s designed for that,” I tell him.
He nods as he pops the cork from the champagne.
Vixen and I swing our legs back toward Mr. Fox now that he feels up to playing with us. I thought we were going to have to put on more of a show, but judging by his hard dick, Mr. Fox is ready for round two.
“Open wide, ladies,” he says as he drizzles the champagne into our mouths. He doesn’t pour too much but lets it run down our chins.
The liquid rolls down over our breasts, and Mr. Fox cleans us up with his tongue. One at a time, he continues to let the bubbles run down over our skin and continues to chase them away with his tongue. He pours it on me again, but this time he lets the liquid run down until it runs between my thighs and over my pussy. He then leans forward and runs his tongue along my slit, trying to catch every drop of the French champagne. The coolness of the bubbles against my clit, then the warmth of his tongue sends shivers over my body. He does the same to Vixen, pulling a deep moan from her. He then grabs the strawberries and copies what Vixen and I did earlier, dragging the fruit between our folds and popping it into his mouth.
“I’m never eating fruit any other way. They’ve never tasted so sweet.” He chuckles, dragging another berry along my slit.
Vixen nudges me and squashes the strawberry over my lips, letting the juices run down my chest before she leans over and kisses me. Her lips taste sweet against the berry flavor that’s coating my own. She does it again and again until I’m covered in strawberries.
Mr. Fox leans forward and starts licking the shredded berry and its juices off my breasts. His tongue slides around the hard peak and sucks on it. The sensations of Vixen kissing me and Mr. Fox licking my nipples are sending pure white heat across my body.
“Lay down. Let us have fun with you,” Vixen whispers into my ear.
Shuffling down onto my back, my head is on the platform while my lower half is on the bed.
“I’m sure you can find ways to occupy yourself down there while I have fun up here,” Vixen purrs to Mr. Fox.
I look down at where Mr. Fox is sitting on his knees, his green eyes filled with pure heat and desire as he nods in agreement with Vixen’s request.
Things seem to have veered off from what I had originally planned. I wasn’t supposed to be in the middle of these two. Mr. Fox is supposed to have been the person between the two of us, but the tables have turned, and everyone seems to be happy with the direction in which the night is going.
Vixen grabs the chocolate sauce and drizzles the stickiness across my nipple before licking it off. She does this a couple of times against each nipple while squeezing and kneading my breasts, which is now building an inferno inside me. I look up at Vixen and smile as she concentrates on driving me crazy.
“Do you want more?” Vixen asks me.
“Yes, please, more,” I answer her breathlessly as Mr. Fox continues to slide berries through my folds.
Vixen gets a mischievous look on her face, and I know that look. She’s about to put me through hell, but it will be delicious.
The next thing I know, she presses another button, and fluffy cuffs fall from the ceiling, surprising Mr. Fox.
He raises a curious brow at Vixen, who gives him a knowing smirk. She secures the fluffy cuffs around my wrists, presses the button again, and they wind out, stretching my arms out beside me.
Vixen then jumps off the bed and finds the other invisible button at the head of the bed, and another set of cuffs falls from the ceiling. She secures my ankles in them and presses the button again, spreading my legs apart, keeping them in place.
“Mr. Fox, Ren has told me that tonight you have relinquished control to her. That she’d be the one organizing your fantasies, is that right?”
“Yes,” he answers, intrigued at the sudden change in the scene.
“Would you be okay if that role swapped to me for this next portion of the fantasy? I feel the scene has changed in another direction, and I want to control where it goes next. Believe me, I’m going to make you have so much fun with a submissive Ren. This is quite rare for her to allow someone to tie her up in this position, and it means she feels safe with you, Mr. Fox. I can’t tell you truly what a gift that is,” Vixen purrs her excitement to him.
“I’m all yours, Vixen,” he tells her.