He drops her to her feet, and she throws her blond hair over her shoulder, looking up at him. He tosses back his drink before dropping the now empty cup to the ground. “On your knees.” Tyson orders her. “Legs tucked underneath you.”
My lips pucker, sucking on my straw, making myself more comfortable and leaning against a tree.
She does as she’s told, kicking off her heels first and then dropping to her knees in her mini dress, her ass sitting on the heels of her feet. She’s got cat ears on top of her head—her nose is pink painted on the end and black whiskers are on her cheeks with her black eye shadow and thick liner, completing the cat look.
Tyson reaches down and unfastens his belt, he rips it from the beltloops, and I take another drink, staring like a peeping tom. Kneeling in front of her, he slides the leather belt underneath her shins and the ground, bringing it around her legs on top of her thighs, pulling it tightly, making her whimper.
I can see her skin pulling from here. Pressing on her shoulders he pushes her back into the skinny tree he’s got her kneeling in front of. He stands and grabs a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.
I suck on my straw some more, the burn no longer even bothering me. I’ve lost count on how many I’ve had since we arrived.
“Left arm.” He demands and she lifts it to him without question. He wraps the cuff around her wrists tightening it to the point it makes her cry out. Her chest rising and falling quickly. Holding it up, he walks behind her, pulling it behind the skinny tree. “Other one.” he snaps his fingers, and she lifts it as well behind herself. Tyson fastens that one, cuffing them above her head and behind the tree. The position has her body pulled tight, chest pushing out, her heavy breathing can be heard from where I stand.
He walks back around in front of her and kneels, running his knuckles down her face. She leans into it, her lips parting and her tongue darts out before he pushes two fingers into her mouth. She gags, her chest heaving before he pulls them out and slaps her across the face, making her whimper.
My pussy pulses and I take another drink. I should go …
“Open.” He commands and she parts her lips again for him. “Good girl.” He praises her and I swallow, my thighs clenching. Shoving two fingers into her mouth again, he slowly runs them over her tongue that she sticks out for him.
Taking another drink, it slurps, and I freeze, hoping that they didn’t hear that. The way he’s finger-fucking her mouth and she’s gagging; I’d say that they didn’t hear a thing. “Keep your mouth open.” He orders, pulling them out and standing. He unzips his jeans.
Nope! I turn around to run inside, but hit a wall, making me yelp.
“Shh,” A hand goes to my hair and gently pulls my head up to look in a set of green eyes.
It’s Ryat. Fuck! “I …”
“Shh,” He whispers, his eyes looking up and over my head and I know he can see what I was watching. “You want to watch them?” He asks, his eyes lowering back down to mine.
I shake my head but can’t make myself say the words. My numb lips refusing to lie right now.
He pulls away from me and spins me around with his hands on my shoulders. I see the girl still kneeling and cuffed with Tyson standing in front of her, a black combat boot on either side of her restrained legs. He has one hand in her hair, forcing the ears to hang off the side, while the other grips the base of his cock that is in her open mouth.
“Ryat …” I whisper.
“It’s okay.” His deep voice assures me before I feel him lowering his lips to my ear. “I don’t care if you watch them. I care if someone watches me fuck you.”
Swallowing, I feel his hand reach around and slowly pull up my dress. His fingers going between my legs, pulling my underwear to the side.
“Watch him fuck her mouth, Blake while I play with your cunt.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
RYAT
I WAS WONDERING where the fuck my wife went. It didn’t take me long to find her outside. I watched her follow Tyson and Nicki out here into the woods.
Blake has always been curious when it comes to sex. She has a very open mind and is willing to try anything. And although, I’d never share her, or even let someone watch me fuck her, she likes to watch others. I noticed it the first time when we walked in on Tyson and his server at Blackout. She was almost ashamed that it turned her on.