Adonis and Ragnar the Magnificient

My friend enjoyed her requested story about the Viking, Ragnar. We met before I left for the holidays and she asked me to write another. I told her to give me specifics. “Can I add another man?” I laughed. “It’s fiction we can do anything.” She asked me to add Adonis and here he is! You might want to read the first episode: Ragnar the Magnificient.

Ragnar/Alexander

I watched Red fall into absolute rapture. My teeth in her skin sent her there. This woman with her responses caused me to burn. Her sounds and fruity scents were my kryptonite. Sometimes it pissed me off when she thought I didn’t listen to her wants, but I’d make my point with these fingers, along with other actions and she’d know.
“Brace yourself, Cinnamon.”
I eased two digits inside her as she writhed against the restraints. My thumb was poised by her clit for when she warmed up.
“Oh, Ragnar.”
Her limp body once again moved to life as she took what I gave. Pressing, thrusting, holding. And then I removed my fingers. As I stood in front of her, I smeared her wetness across her mouth.
“Can you smell yourself?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the scent?”
“Peaches.” Yes. My Georgia Peach.
“Taste.”
Red licked her lips. I grasped her chin and closed in for a kiss. Her needy tongue shot out and her soft breath covered with peachy female sexual delights nearly threw me off my game.
I straightened the helmet on my head as the doorbell rang, announcing my surprise. The expression on her face was priceless. Angst mixed with interest.
“Oh, my word. Alexander release me.”
“Just ignore it, we’re busy.” She was going nuts. Something about a buzzer sounding, the unknown, the invitation. It moved her.
“No, I can’t. Now free me.”
After I unfastened her wrists and feet, she grabbed her satin robe and wiggled into it. As she cinched it up around her waist and turned to move out of the room, she walked into a human wall.
“Rick?” With two stumbling steps backward, she glanced at me.
Rick had done a masterful job on his little costume or tiny toga. Red had told me, he was hot. It made him the perfect choice for a threesome.
“Cinnamon, I asked if you could handle more?” The confusion on her face only heightened my desire and my resolve. “This is Adonis. He’s here to help me with your punishment.” I nodded at him.
“Disrobe, Cinnamon,” said Adonis.
She checked with me again, and I smiled. “Do I need to help you or will you accept your punishment?”
Red grabbed her sash and gave it a quick tug dropping the center open. Rick’s gaze skated down her body. He glanced over her pert nipples, flat stomach highlighted with a diamond belly button ring and a small patch of pubic hair. I knew that lust-look well. It had been my personal hell since we were together. I was all too familiar with “the look,” but I was secure enough in our relationship to entertain her true desires. Rick lifted his hand to her breast, and I cleared my throat. He glanced up at me, and I nodded toward the bed.
“Crawl up into the center of the bed,” said Adonis. Red stepped back.
“Cinnamon, did you hear Adonis? Disrobe.”
Could she get any sexier? Flushed, surprised, and horny.
As she faced Adonis, Red dropped the wrap off her shoulders and let it hang for a few seconds before it slid down her arms and settled by her ass. Luscious. Her skin shone like porcelain. Maybe it shined that way because she was next to Adonis. The robe fluttered to the floor. As she stood beside him nude, she looked like a goddess. If his flexing jaw exposed anything, Adonis was about to explode.
“Cinnamon. Bend over and pick up your garment, nice and slow.”
With her ass in the air, I walked up behind her and smacked her cheek. She gasped, and I caught her staring at Adonis’s hard-on poking through his draped material. I settled my fingers inside her warm wet space, wiggling them, reminding her of what I had just done. Grazing her ear, I whispered, “Just remember who you belong to, love.”
She met my gaze, “You. Always you.”
“Now follow the instructions and get on the bed, Cinnamon.”
She scurried over to the mattress and settled into the middle. Adonis moved right, and I went left.
“Adonis, please do the honors,” I said.
Red looked back and forth between us. “What honors, Ragnar?”
The click of the handcuffs caught her attention because it was one of her favorite sounds.
“Hand please,” said Adonis. He kissed her palm before attaching it to her and then to the bed’s headboard. She shivered, and it made my stomach flip and my cock surged watching her breasts jiggle.
Adonis threw me the other set.
I stroked Red’s arm as I traced my way down to her hand and clipped the metal on her wrist. When I lifted her arm over her head, I bent down and rolled my tongue around her nipple and sucked hard. Her shoulders lifted off the bed. I kissed her cheek.
“Thank you, Alexander. I know how much you care for me.” I secured her hand to the bedpost.
“We’ll see if your fantasy meets this reality.”
“So far, so good. You’ve amazed me.”
I winked at her. “Adonis, do you have a plan?” I had told him I was okay with him improvising.
When I looked up, Adonis was nude. Holding a giant dildo along with a butt plug in one hand and a magic wand vibrator in the other, and I wondered if I could handle this. I looked back at Cinnamon. “I believe we have a plan.”
Her eyebrows raised and she squeaked, “You have lube, right?”

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