Extreme Cravings in Velvet Shadows
She’d always prided herself on control. Elena Voss, forty-three, sharp-suited powerhouse in the wine import world, gliding through life’s vineyards like she owned every vine. But lately, shadows clung to her heels—Jax, Miles, and Riley, those feral kids from the city’s crumbling edges, who’d snagged her secrets in a haze of bad decisions one rain-slick night. Now they pulled her strings, turning her polished life into a throbbing undercurrent of dread and heat.
The Marwood Estate sprawled under autumn sun, golden leaves whispering against ancient oaks. This wasn’t just any gathering; it was the annual harvest gala, where old money rubbed elbows and her son, Liam, nineteen and whip-smart, was unveiling his experimental blend to a crowd of connoisseurs. Elena smoothed her emerald silk dress, the fabric kissing her thighs like a lover’s breath. Pearls at her throat, heels clicking on cobblestone—poised, untouchable. Until she spotted them.
Jax lounged by the tasting pavilion, tattooed arms crossed, smirking through the crowd. Miles fiddled with a vape, his lanky frame too casual for this elite bubble. Riley, all sharp edges and crimson lips, scrolled her phone, probably queuing up their leverage footage. Elena’s pulse spiked. Not here. Not with Liam’s moment. But her body betrayed her, a familiar ache blooming low.
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Chapter 1: Whispers Among the Vines 🔥
The air hummed with chatter and clinking glasses, scents of fermented oak and crushed berries thick as fog. Elena weaved toward Liam, forcing a smile as he stood tall on the low stage, gesturing to barrels stamped with his design. Pride swelled in her chest—he was her legacy, untouched by her fractures. But Jax’s eyes locked on hers across the lawn, a predator’s gleam. He mouthed one word: Now.
Her stomach twisted. She excused herself from a cluster of investors, murmuring about a supplier call. Heart pounding, she slipped behind the main pavilion, toward the winding paths lined with trellises heavy with grapes. The crunch of gravel underfoot, distant laughter fading—then footsteps, too close.
“Running already, Elena?” Jax’s voice, gravel-rough from street smokes, wrapped around her like smoke. He stepped from the shadows, Miles and Riley flanking him. Up close, he towered, his workman’s jeans and faded tee a slap against the tweed jackets everywhere.
“This is extreme,” she hissed, glancing back at the gala lights twinkling like false stars. “Liam’s right there. Investors. Please—later.”
Miles chuckled, low and dirty, exhaling vape clouds that smelled of artificial cherries. “Nah, love. Extreme’s the point. Your boy’s big night? Ours too.” Riley held up her phone, screen glowing with a thumbnail—Elena’s face, twisted in ecstasy from their last encounter in her office.
Elena’s thighs clenched involuntarily. Guilt warred with the slick heat building. She’d fought this pull at first, the shame of craving their rawness against her refined world. But now? It gnawed at her. Jax closed the gap, his callused hand grazing her hip, thumb pressing into the silk. Fabric whispered as he tugged her deeper into the vines.
“On your knees,” he murmured, unzipping. The metallic tang hit her first, then the musky heat of him. She dropped, knees sinking into damp earth, the gala’s murmur a dangerous soundtrack. Her lips parted, tongue flicking out—salty skin, pulsing vein. She took him deep, hollowing cheeks, the act both punishment and salvation. Miles watched, palming himself through denim. Riley filmed, her breath quickening.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Jax groaned, fingers tangling in her dark waves—changed from blonde after one of their “lessons,” a mark of ownership. She sucked harder, throat relaxing, tears pricking from the stretch. Her dress rode up, cool air kissing bare skin. One hand slipped between her legs, finding lace soaked through.
Footsteps crunched nearby—guests strolling the paths. Elena froze, Jax’s cock twitching against her tongue. Danger spiked the pleasure, her pulse thundering. They held still until voices faded, then Jax thrust, fucking her mouth with brutal rhythm. She gagged softly, saliva dripping, chin slick. Climax hit him sudden; hot spurts coated her throat. She swallowed, gasping as he pulled free.
“Good start,” he said, zipping up. “But we’re just warming the vines.”
The Hidden Glade
They dragged her further, to a secluded glade where moonlight pooled like spilled wine. Riley set her phone on a stump, tripod-style, capturing the circle of twisted trunks. Miles shoved Elena against bark, rough texture biting through silk. He yanked her bodice down, exposing full breasts, nipples hardening in the chill.
“These tits,” he growled, kneading hard, pinching until she yelped. Pain bloomed sweet, shooting to her core. Jax circled, slapping her ass—crack echoing softly. “Beg for it, posh bitch.”
“Please,” she whispered, voice cracking. Internal war raged: Stop this madness. For Liam. But her hips arched back. “Touch me. Make it extreme.”
Riley laughed, stepping in to kiss her—lips tasting of lip gloss and spite. Tongues tangled, hands roaming. Miles dropped to his knees, ripping lace aside. His mouth latched on, tongue delving into her folds, lapping the flood of arousal. She bucked, fingers clawing bark. Jax fed her his fingers, slick with her own spit—suck them clean, he commanded. She did, moaning around the digits.
The assault built frantic. Miles sucked her clit, teeth grazing; Riley twisted nipples; Jax murmured filth. Orgasm crashed, thighs quaking, a muffled cry ripping free. They didn’t stop, wringing aftershocks until she sagged, wrecked.
“Back to the party,” Jax said. “Act normal.” Cum lingered on her breath, thighs sticky. She fixed her dress, pearls askew, and stumbled back to applause—Liam bowing to cheers.
“Mum? You okay?” His concern pierced her fog.
“Fine, darling. Just… overwhelmed.” She hugged him, inhaling his clean scent, shame burning hotter than release. 💋
Chapter 2: Tension in the Tasting Room
The pavilion buzzed post-presentation. Liam fielded questions from gray-haired vintners, his cheeks flushed with triumph. Elena circulated, champagne flute in hand, bubbles sharp on her tongue. But every sip soured with their eyes on her—Jax pouring samples at a side table, Riley flirting with guests, Miles lurking by the doors.
Her core throbbed, an insistent drum. Extreme risk pulsed in her veins; one wrong glance, and her empire crumbled. Yet it fueled her, nipples peaking against silk. Jax caught her eye, nodding toward a side door marked “Private Cellar.”
She hesitated, then slipped away, pretext of fetching a rare bottle. Stairs spiraled down into cool darkness, air heavy with aged oak and earth. Candlelight flickered from wall sconces. They waited at the bottom—Jax blocking escape, Miles cracking his knuckles, Riley grinning wickedly.
“Missed us already?” Miles teased, crowding her against racks of dusty bottles. Glass clinked perilously. His hands roamed, hiking her dress, fingers tracing garters she’d worn knowing they’d demand.
“Here? Insane,” she breathed, but legs parted. Jax pressed from behind, hardness grinding her ass. “Your son’s schmoozing upstairs. Bet he’d love this vid.”
Riley propped her phone again, zoom tight. Elena’s resolve snapped. She spun, dropping to straddle Miles on a low tasting bench. Fumbled his belt, freeing his thick length—veins prominent, head glistening. She sank down, inner walls stretching deliciously around him. A gasp escaped; he filled her utterly, the bench creaking under thrusts.
Jax unzipped, offering himself. She leaned forward, sucking greedily while riding Miles. The dual invasion overwhelmed—wet slurps, skin slapping, grunts mingling with her moans. Riley’s fingers joined, circling Elena’s clit, pinching folds. Sweat beaded, dripping salty onto Miles’ chest.
“Fuck, her heat’s unreal,” Miles groaned, hips bucking wild. Elena clenched, chasing friction, pearls swinging like pendulums. Climax built pressure-cooker tight. She shattered, vision spotting, juices soaking his lap. Miles followed, pulsing deep, hot jets marking her inside.
Jax pulled her off, bending her over barrels. His entry was savage, pounding with ownership. Barrels rolled slightly, wine sloshing inside like her churning gut—guilt, lust, fear swirling. He gripped her hair, arching her back, railing until she begged incoherently. His release flooded her, mingling sticky.
Riley licked her clean-ish, tongue delving lazily. “Taste yourself, slut.”
Elena did, flavors heady—musk, salt, wine tang. They left her there, quivering amid racks, cum trickling down thighs. She cleaned with trembling hands, reapplied lipstick, ascended to smiles and toasts.
Liam waved her over. “Mum, try this—they love it!” She sipped, flavors exploding, but all she tasted was them.
Elevator Tease
Later, as gala peaked, an investor cornered her in the service elevator—discussing mergers. Doors opened midway; Jax and Riley piled in, casual as thieves. Investor blinked but chatted on. Jax’s hand snaked under her skirt in the crush, fingers spearing her soaked slit. She bit her lip bloody, knees locking as he pumped subtly. Riley whispered filth in her free ear, breath hot. Investor droned oblivious. Elena’s orgasm hit silent, walls fluttering around intrusion. Fingers withdrew slick; Jax sucked them clean, winking. Elevator dinged; they vanished. Investor: “Elena? You alright?”
“Never better,” she lied, scent of sex clinging.
Chapter 3: Barn Loft Inferno 💋
Dusk painted the estate in fiery hues. Guests milled bonfire-side, strings of lights glowing. Liam danced with a girl, carefree. Elena’s phone buzzed: Barn. Now. Extreme awaits.
The old hay barn loomed at edge, moonlight slicing through slats. She entered, boots whispering on straw. Ladder creaked up to loft—Jax hauled her up, mouth crashing on hers. Taste of whiskey and smoke. They stripped her slow, silk pooling like blood, then garters snapped off. Naked save pearls, goosebumps rose under their gazes.
“On all fours,” Miles commanded. She obeyed, ass high. He mounted from behind, cock slamming home—no prep, burn exquisite. Jax knelt front, feeding her his length. Rhythm synced, rocking the loft beams groaning. Hay scratched nipples, scent of dried grass and sweat thick. Riley straddled a beam, filming, fingers working her own heat.
Elena’s world narrowed to sensations: stretch-burn, salty glans on tongue, hands bruising hips. She pushed back greedily, moaning vibrations around Jax. “More extreme,” she gasped between thrusts. Miles slapped ass red, welts rising stinging.
They rotated—Riley donning strap from shadows (new twist, her toy arsenal endless), pegging Elena’s mouth while Jax railed ass. Virgin territory; lube slick, pressure building to scream. Pain morphed ecstasy, tears streaming. Double penetration next: Miles pussy, Jax ass—overfull, seams splitting. She wailed, loft echoing dangerously.
Orgasms chained: hers shattering, milking them dry. Cum oozed everywhere—face, thighs, floor. Exhausted, they cradled her briefly, rough hands tender stroking hair, wiping tears. “Our queen,” Jax murmured. Vulnerability cracked her open; she clung, sobbing release beyond physical.
New scene: They shared a post-fuck smoke, passing blunt—her first, coughing haze softening edges. Talk turned real—Liam’s dreams, her lonely marriage. Bond flickered, complicating hate-lust tangle.
Descending, body languid sore, she rejoined firelit faces. Liam: “Mum, where were you?” “Overseeing the vintage. Tired now.” Sat, flames warming flushed skin, their seed drying crusty.
Chapter 4: Midnight Vineyard Chase
Night deepened, gala thinning. Elena sought escape in her sleek Audi, keys shaky. But they blocked the drive—Jax on hood grinning. “One more.”
“Enough!” But engine revved futile. They piled in anyway—Miles shotgun, Jax/Riley back. “Drive to the upper fields.”
Dirt roads twisted dark, headlights carving tunnels. Parked amid rows, they yanked her trunk-ward. But new conflict: distant headlights—late guests? They bolted into vines, her in torn dress, barefoot chase. Laughter mixed fear, adrenaline spiking.
Caught in clearing, pinned to dew-wet earth. Jax devoured her breasts, sucking bruises. Miles parted thighs, tongue-fucking deep. Riley sat on face, grinding slick pussy—Elena lapped tentatively, then hungry, flavors tangy-sweet. Stars wheeled overhead, wind rustling leaves like applause.
Fucking ensued primal: Jax missionary, deep grinds hitting spots husband ignored. She clawed his back, legs locked. Miles took mouth, Riley vibed clit. Extreme overload—another peak, squirting arcs soaking soil. They coated her inside out, painting tits too.
After, lying tangled, breaths syncing. Miles traced her pearls. “Beautiful wreck.” She whispered thanks, guilt ebbing to strange peace. Drove back changed, their hands lingering possessive.
Family Facade Cracks
Liam waited porch. “Mum, you look… wild-haired.” Hug revealed her dishevel—straw in tresses, makeup smeared.
“Windy night,” she deflected. Bed later, alone, fingers delved, replaying. Came whispering their names, ache deepening.
Chapter 5: Dawn’s Reckoning 🔥
Sunrise bled pink over vines. Elena woke throbbing—sore muscles, sticky remnants. Liam knocked: brunch with sponsors. She showered scalding, but couldn’t scrub their imprint. Dressed crisp linen, facade armor.
They texted: Patio. Final round. Make it extreme. Brunch crowd milled—perfect cover. Under tablecloth, Jax’s foot nudged her legs open. Toes teased folds through panties. She conversed mergers, voice steady miracle. Internal scream: Stop. Crave.
Liam laughed nearby; shame twisted knife. Yet she spread wider, grinding subtle. Climax fluttered discreet, biting toast to muffle.
Post-brunch, final scene: Estate office. They cornered her desk-ward. Bent over blotter, Jax entered slow reverent. Miles ass simultaneously—DP again, fuller morning light harsh. Riley filmed, kissing neck. Rhythm built symphony—gasps, slaps, desk rattling. Pearls snapped, scattering like shattered illusions.
Tripe peaks: hers earth-shaking, confessions spilling—”Yours. Keep me.” They filled her overflowing, collapsing tender heap. Aftercare raw: Jax fetched water, Miles massaged cramps, Riley braided hair. “We’re not done,” Jax said soft. “But you’re ours willingly now.”
She nodded, tears cathartic. Drove Liam home, his chatter fading backdrop. Thighs clenched fresh tights, cum seeping anyway. Touched self driving, afterglow lingering. Life fractured, but whole in shards—extreme cravings etched eternal.
Fields receded mirror; she smiled true. Craved next summons already. 💋
