The Ritual: Chapter 54

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.

It’s dark enough out here and we’re in the tree line enough that no one can see us. Well, Tyson could if he looked up, but he’s too busy to care. Plus, he likes an audience.

“You’re wet.” I say and she whimpers, her body trembling.

I spread her pussy the best I can in this position and slide a finger into her sweet cunt, making her suck in a breath. “Ryat … I—”

My free hand comes up and wraps around her throat from behind as well, cutting off her words. She doesn’t need to explain herself to me. “Just watch them.” I order, feeling her swallow against my hand. I’m not cutting off her air just yet.

Tyson pulls out of Nicki’s mouth, his pierced dick wet and drool runs down her chest while she keeps her mouth wide open, staring up at him the best she can. Her back and head are pressed into the tree due to how he’s got her wrists cuffed behind it.

I work my finger in and out of Blake before entering another one, making her breathing pick up. The lights behind us on the outside of the house give us just enough to see them through the trees.

Tyson kneels down and shoves his fingers into her mouth again, pushing her head back at an odd angle, and Blake’s pussy tightens around mine.

Nicki gags, her chest heaving. He pulls them out and slaps her across the face. “Please?” She begs, her body fighting the restraints.

“Please what?” He asks her, before forcing his drool covered hand between her tied legs. “You want to come?”

“Yes!” She nods her head quickly. “God, yes.” A cry rips from her when he finds what he was looking for.

Blake moans, her hips rocking back and forth on my hand.

His free hand comes up and wraps around Nicki’s neck, holding the back of her head to the tree. “What would you do for that?” Tyson questions. The muscles of his forearm flex while he finger-fucks her cunt.

“Any—thing.” She licks her wet lips.

I enter a third finger into Blake and before she can make any sound, I move my hand from her neck to her mouth, silencing her. “Shh,” I whisper in her ear. “We don’t want to interrupt them.” I tell her.

Blake shakes her head and sucks in a breath through her nose.

Tyson removes his hand from between her legs and Nicki sags in disappointment. “When I cum, you cum.” He informs her.

She opens her mouth up for him, understanding what he wants. He grips her cheeks, leaning into her and spits into her mouth. “Don’t swallow until I tell you to, do you understand?” He commands.

She can’t answer because that would require her shutting her mouth, so Nicki nods the best she can with his hand holding her tear-streaked face.

“I want my cock drowning in your drool.” He adds.

Blinking, fresh tears roll down her cheeks and he lets go of her face to stand. Gripping the hair at the top of her head, he pushes his cock into her open mouth and doesn’t go easy on her.

Blake’s breathing picks up, her body rocking back and forth against mine again while I finger-fuck her just as hard as Tyson fucks Nicki’s mouth.

My fingers are soaked shoved into Blake’s underwear and her cunt tightens down on me while her body stiffens. Her pussy pulses when I feel her cum on my hand seconds later. Removing my hand from her mouth, I pull my fingers out of her and lift them to her mouth. “Clean them.” I order roughly.

My cock is so fucking hard, and I wish it was covered in her cum so she could clean it off instead.

Tyson let’s out growl, also cumming in Nicki’s mouth. “Swallow.” He orders her when I feel Blake’s legs give out.

I slide a hand behind her knees and pick her up, carrying her back to the house. I think we’ve had enough of this Halloween party. It’s time to take my wife home so I can cum.

BLAKELY

RYAT AND I lay on the floor in the living room of the cabin. The fireplace is going, the flames heating up the room. I’m covered up with a blanket even though I’m sweaty. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. The moment we entered the house, I jumped on him. I hated to even wait that long. If I had my way, we would have had sex in his car in the parking lot of the house of Lords.

He lays on his back, one hand behind his head, the other absentmindedly runs through my hair while my head is on his bare chest. My fingers run over the Lord’s crest. “When did you get this?” I ask.

“A couple of weeks before classes started.” He answers.

“This year?”

“Yeah.”

I sit up and his hand falls from my hair to my bare back. Looking down at him, I ask. “Did it hurt?”

He laughs softly. “Well, it didn’t feel good.”

“Will I have to get one?”

He sits up, cupping my face. His green eyes search mine. “Why would you think that?”

I shrug. “If the Lords have to have a brand of some kind, I just figured the Lady does too.”

“No—”

“What if I want one?” I ask softly.

Silence falls over us and I look away from his stare. My eyes dropping to his brand.

“Blake,” His hand comes up and slides into my hair, forcing me to meet his eyes again. “Why would you want one?”

Licking my lips, I answer honestly. The alcohol I had earlier helping me out. “I want something to show my devotion. To prove that I’m all in.”

“You do.” He frowns, his free hand going to my left hand and lifting it to kiss my wedding ring.

“That’s to you.” I sigh.

“That’s good enough for me.” He states.

Pulling away from him, I stand, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself and go to walk out of the living room to our bedroom but he jumps up and grabs my arm, stopping me.

“Hey?” He says softly, “I don’t need you to prove yourself to me. Do you understand?”

“You did before.” I remind him.

“That was then.” Letting go of me he runs a hand through his hair. “This is now.”

“And?” My eyes fall to it again. The round circle with three lines through it. I know it represents power. Which a Lady doesn’t have much of.

“And I know how you feel about me.”

My eyes look up at his. I feel stupid for thinking of it. Of course, a Lady doesn’t get the same mark of a Lord. We’re beneath them, right? Most Lords have arranged marriages. We’re disposable. “It was stupid.” I say, feeling dumb. “I just thought … I wanted to prove to you that I love all of you. Even the part that takes you away from me.” At his silence I lick my lips nervously and add. “You once said that you chose this life. I wanted to show you that I choose it too.”

I go to walk away but he wraps an arm around me from behind, my back now to his front. Pulling my hair off my shoulder and to my back, his lips gently kiss my neck, right behind my ear. “Lie on the floor.” Comes his command.

My heart picks up, my breathing coming quicker at the sound of his voice. Without hesitation, I pull away and do as I’m told.

He walks over to the fireplace and grabs the tongs off the hook and then removes his Lords ring from his right hand. My heart starts to pound in my chest when I watch him place it on the end and over the fire, heating it up.