Untamed Passion

DARK DESIRES

Millie Hatton was the picture of the well adjusted housewife. Small, slender, well dressed and well coiffed, she exuded an air of ‘ordinary’ that was wholesome and totally demure. It was only late at night in the privacy of her own home that she allowed her true nature to shine through her assumed persona…at night she became someone else.

In the privacy of the ‘playroom’ her husband had carefully constructed and concealed, Millie became a leather clad freak who wanted to do forbidden things and had to be punished for her dark and twisted desires. She delighted in telling her husband her deepest and most shocking desires in graphic detail so that he would punish her. Her fantasies ran from the

simple taboos to shockingly twisted stories that would have seen her arrested and behind bars if she had acted on them. Her husband Caldwell, usually wearing a black leather hood and a leather loincloth, would decide on her punishment and administer it, taking great pains to inflict the pain that Millie craved without doing any real damage to her body. The worst Millie had ever suffered were the red marks on her ass where he had spanked her. She loved to push Caldwell to his limits, but she had no need to embellish her fantasies to accomplish her wish to push him. Her current fantasy was easily enough to wind him up.

Tonight she looked magnificent chained and defiant. Her arms and legs were spread wide apart, and her blonde hair was in disarray from the continual tossing of her head. The ends of her thick straight hair brushed the tips of her darkened and rigid nipples and Caldwell had to brush it aside to apply the nipple clamps that produced the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that she needed.

“I want to fuck him you know,” she hissed at her silent husband. “I want to dance for him naked, I want to get down on my knees and suck his cock baby, and I want you to watch him throat fuck me until he cums in my mouth!” Caldwell tightened the nipple clamps and she shivered in ecstasy. Beneath the leather loincloth, Caldwell’s penis was rigid at his wife’s brazen confession.

Millie couldn’t see the expression on his face, and the heavy leather loincloth covered his erection, but she knew her husband very well. Many nights in pleasurable bondage had given her insight to his raw emotions just by staring through his hood’s eyeslits. Caldwell’s sea green eyes were literally a window to his soul, and she knew her dark desires and dirty fantasy about his twin brother had struck a spark in him…and she knew that when the bonds came off tonight the quality of their sex would be determined by how well she could exploit the spark, and how well she

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She writhed in her chains, thrusting her pelvis forward so that her shaven pussy was opened and pushed towards him for attention. Caldwell lashed the exposed mount with the soft fetish whip and was pleased with her frantic reaction…and her defiance excited him more…she was not yet ready to submit, which meant their finale promised to be a memorable one.

“I want him to stick it in my ass and fuck me raw while you stand and watch how much I love having his cock inside me,” she hissed. “Would that make you hot baby? Or would you just stand there watching your brother fucking me and jack off?” Caldwell slapped the soft suede strands of the fetish whip across her lower belly just enough to set Millie’s already heated passions aflame.

“Master!” Millie shrieked. “Please Master, fuck me!” Caldwell knew he had her where he wanted to as he watched her writhe in ecstasy in the heavy chains and Velcro cuffs, juices from her overheated pussy dripping down her legs. He ripped off his mask and his loincloth, dropping the soft fetish whip to the floor. Leaving her restraints in place, he walked behind her and rubbed the thick head of his glans between the globes of her ass. Millie pushed back against him, trying to find and center the tip of his cock on the pulsing puckered ring of her ass.

“My brother, huh babe?” he asked softly. He teased her, barely entering her very tight ass before pulling back, leaving a glistening drop of precum on the tight puckered ring. “Is that what you really want, to put on a freaky sex show with my brother, right in front of me?”

“Yes!” she hissed without even thinking. She had long harbored the idea of fucking both of them at the same time, though she had never had the temerity to mention it before. The identical twins had some kind of weird

competition going on between them, apparently since their early childhood. Most of the time the competition was friendly, but sometimes it was not… but it was always fierce. The idea of both of them fucking her at the same time, each trying to outdo the other was enough to send Millie into an orgiastic frenzy. Until tonight, it had been her innermost secret. It was a mark of how reckless she felt that she had revealed the secret to Caldwell.

“Fuck me Master,” she begged, waggling her ass fetchingly at him, Please.” Caldwell loosened the chains so that she could sink to her knees, but he didn’t remove the restraints. Millie felt a quick thrill shoot through her. Loosening the chains enabled her to remove the Velcro restraints herself if she became ready to stop the games, or if Caldwell got wilder than she wanted (not likely, but it was a safety measure they had agreed on.) Instead of moving behind her again to fuck her as she had begged him to, he reclined in front of her and began to stroke his own cock, just out of her reach. He was tantalizing her deliberately…he knew how much she loved his cock.

She watched in confusion and mounting curiosity as he stood and walked to the rack where they hung their clothes whenever they were in the playroom. He returned to lie in front of her again, just out of her reach, and he punched a speed dial number. The next words out of his mouth electrified her.

“Warren?” she heard him say, and her hopes began to rise. “She’s finally admitted it.” She heard a whoop from the phone speaker, and then some words she couldn’t make out. “Yeah, come on over, we’re in the playroom.” Millie was both exuberant and confused. On the one hand, a fantasy she had held dear ever since she had discovered Caldwell had an identical twin was about to become a reality. On the other hand, she had not known that Warren knew anything about the playroom Caldwell had so carefully designed and constructed in such secrecy. The flames of the fire in her belly licked higher and higher.

Warren came through the hidden door in his street clothes as if he had come in many times before. There was no knock at the hidden door, no assistance needed from his brother to find the secret entrance.

Warren smirked at her from the doorway as Caldwell spoke from his reclining position in front of her. “He’s known all along sweetie,” her husband said mildly, “he helped me build it. Look at the mirror over there.” He pointed to a full length mirror that they used often so that she could see her own torture. “It’s a two way mirror, and one of us is usually behind it when we come in here to play.”