WARNING: This has STRONG SEXUAL content in this, if you're able to handle reading it, I suggest you turn back LOL. But on a serious note: this is solely for entertainment purposes ... enjoy

Chapter 11

“What was that for?” Fox moved back shortly after their steamy graze, tasting the sweetness of her lips still on his.

“Thank you for giving me such a wonderful body treatment. I appreciate it … and it has influence my decision to talk to my mother even more.” She whispered.

Fox beamed gently and said, “That’s nice, and I hope you do sort everything out with your mother. But as of for now, who said anything about me being finished with you? This is only the beginning.” He chuckled mischievously.

“Fox, what else do you have in mind?” Whitney asked warily.

“Oh, Whit, it wouldn’t be fair if I give you every detail of our fantasy ride, now would it?” He queried with irresistible his wit.

“You’re not being fair...” she sulked.

“Life’s not fair. But you’re going to love on what I have in mind for us this evening.” He grinned, rubbing his hands in determination to complete his mission.

“Illustrate on me. I mean it’s only fair, Fox, since I can’t see. I want to feel what you’re planning to do with me.” Whitney bit her lower lip in exuberance, anticipating for his virile massage to give her chills and thrills.

He grabbed two scarves he tied her wrists together securely, but not too snugly, and he did the same treatment with her ankles, making sure it’s not cutting off her circulation.

“Fox,” she murmured.

“Whitney, don’t say a word … I want astonishment washing over your beautiful face … I want to see your cheeks blushing crimson when I get to do wicked things to you.” His sensual chortle had fled from his lungs and he began with his instructions. “Whitney, what I need for you to do for me is to lie down on your back.”

She didn’t rebuttal and she had no choice but to obey his sexy command. She must admit she is fascinated with what he planned for tonight and she can’t wait to experience Foxstasy.

He positioned his hands on the other bowl of chocolate he had posing next to the first one from earlier. He fixed his eyes on the pitcher and poured a generous amount in the container, indulging the very moment he’ll get to lick the sweet liquid right off of her.

“Fox, I must admit I am nervous … I’ve never explored my sexual being … it’s quite entertaining yet nerve wrecking.” She confessed.

“I know you haven’t had much experience, but it’s my duty to make sure every one of your needs and desires are fulfilled.” He commented coolly.

“Then fulfill them.” She implored anxiously.

“I must inform you that this is something I know you will enjoy to the fullest. And I know you’ll feel a little awkward at first but once I break you out of your inhibitions, you’ll be thanking me later, much later.” He smiled sneakily and began pouring the sauce in a perfect thin line on her flat abdomen, getting ready to blow her out of her mind. Whitney quavered a bit and remained calm after the minor sting had left.

Fox extended his tongue out to her belly with the scrumptious dessert lying on her superbly and licked her from the bottom to the top of the valley between her breasts. He could sense that Whitney was impressed because he saw how her nipples were tightening with fervid ardor.

A thought occurred to him and he hopped off the bed quickly grabbing the maraschino cherries from the dresser he had set along with the tray filled with food of aphrodisiacs, opening the jar promptly. He dipped the damp cherries in the brown sauce, covering it religiously, positioning the gooey cherry on her erect peak carefully. He leaned his head forward and pressed his mouth all over her perky, small breast divinely and devoured the chocolate covered fruit while laving her nipple dangerously. He bit onto it, pulling on it politely and blowing his hot breath to elicit a pleasurable scream from her lips, which was music to his ears.

Fox chortled a bit and told her, “Careful, Whit, I don’t want you to come yet …I know it’s tantalizing to your senses, but don’t come until we reach the final level. Deal?”

Whitney exhaled in the calmest fashion. “Deal.” She said nonchalantly.

“Good, we don’t want the night to end early.” He rested his palm on her other aroused nipple sensually, kneading it with intense rapture. He blew softly on the tender area and made it stand out undividedly than the last time.

He poured the sweetened sauce on her dry breast neatly and scooped the appetizer on his tongue, allowing it to travel past his tonsils and coat the lining in his stomach. He kissed the swollen mammilla, petting it with a royal remedy of his, as he was amazed on how well she’s reacting to his contact.

“Fox, I don’t think my hormones can be delayed any longer, I want to feel your hardness hitting the bottom of my kitty.” Whitney groaned, craving to embrace him sexually.

“Oh, Whitney, I’m not finished yet. I want to try a new method on you, which I know you’re going to like.” He tried to keep his cheeks from spreading so widely while smiling, but it was no use, he was too anxious to turn her out.

“Then what are you waiting for? Test me now!” She laughed happily.

“Okay, you asked for it.” He shook his head seductively. Fox poured the gooey substance on her womanhood, covering it fully, watching how sweetly it was lying on her intimate area, dripping on his sheets lightly.

“Fox, please tell me you’re not going to let it set-”

“Whit, baby, I know what I am doing. All I ask of you is to trust me.” He murmured with confidence.

“Okay.” Her voice was barely audible to him.

Fox had allowed for greed to overtake his soul and decided to add more fun to her womanly organ. He grabbed some salted nuts and sprinkled them all over the chocolate covered area liberally. Fox was definitely pleasured with the scene and finalized to go downtown on her. He heard Whitney moaning with great delight as he was munching on her like she was a hearty meal.

He licked his lips and looked at her, adoring how flushed she was appearing. “Whitney,”

“Yes, Fox?” She had to recollect her emotions after being on a natural high from his communication to her softest place on earth.

“Would you like for me to spell your name while eating you out?” He giggled, loving how she was blushing hard.

“I …”

“Great, cling on the sheet if you need to.” He snickered a bit and began with spelling her name on her womanhood starting with the letter W and ended it with the letter Y as he saw her juices flowing out smoothly onto the sheet.

He crept off of the bed and went into the bathroom to get an empty bowl filling it with water and reached for the white facial towel to clean up and another towel to use for drying. He came out and sat on the edge of the bed and dumped the towel in the water, lifting it back out of the bowl and started squeezing the white material on her body that was licked off with chocolate, cleaning her off perfectly.

“What’s next, Fox?” She inquired ecstatically.

“You’ll have to feel me in order to know what will take place.” He picked her up and had her standing on her feet while being blindfolded and tied up still as he gave her a new set of instructions. “Whitney, I want you to keep your arms up for a while, okay, sweetheart?”

“All right.” She answered unsurely.

Fox started kissing on both of her oblique muscles, then tracing it with his breath, blowing out cool air to make her quiver. His tongue pierced into her belly button as the saliva dampens it outstandingly.

Whitney’s eyelids were shut underneath the linen, endeavoring to keep her composure, but to no avail, the opposite happens to her. Fox’s fingers traced to the small of her back, stroking it delicately, making her back arch marvelously. “Fox, I can’t deal with the teasing, I want you now …” she wailed wantonly.

He released a slow whistle and untied the transparent black scarf from her ankles only to do the obvious. He dipped his hands in between her petite thighs and signaled her to move them far from each other. She stood in second position while Fox pressed her back against his chest, pulling her lower half towards his thickened shaft.

Whitney grinned at the feeling of his manhood rubbing against her derriere. “Are you going to hit it from behind?”

“You bet.” He whispered in her right ear.

“Then ride me, and give it to me good.” She chewed on her bottom lip and cried intimately when she felt his crotch penetrating through her extremely slick walls as his tip marks the spot of her gem, thrusting in a rhythmic flow. One of his magnificently large hands rubbed her smooth, yet flat tummy during the prolific bumping and grinding he kept giving to her.

Whitney became so caught up in Fox’s enticing touch she used her hands that were still tied with the other scarf, hooking his head with her right arm resting against his cheek while hands were massaging the back of his head, loving every gratifying moment they were sharing until they were tired.

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Fox woke up, watching Whitney resting in his bed after the interesting evening they had shared and frowned when he heard someone pounding on the door. “Who could be visiting me at this hour?” He grumbled, putting on his boxers and his royal blue robe.

He muttered a not so nice word and hurried to the door, hoping the loud thumping hasn’t disturbed Whitney. Fox opened the door, scowling incredibly at the man who was standing on his front step. “May I help you?” He asked, looking obviously vexed.

“Are you Nicholas Foxworth Crane?” He interrogated.

“Yes, I am he. What’s it to you?” Fox grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Our father said I would catch you here … and it’s obvious to me he wasn’t lying. Is it all right if I come in?” The guy queried.

“Hold up, wait a minute,” Fox laughed disbelievingly. “For a minute there, I thought you said our father. Do I know you?” Fox retorted.

“Well, let me introduce myself to you. I’m Chad Harris; I am Julian’s Crane son. And I have proof of blood work just in case if you didn’t believe me.” He handed out the documents as Fox took it reluctantly, scrutinizing the paper thoroughly.

“And you expect me to welcome you with open arms? It’s nice to know I have met one of my father’s-”

“Don’t even go there, Nicholas.”

“I prefer Fox. But if you want to call me Nicholas, hey, I don’t have a problem with it.” He chuckled mirthlessly. “So, why did you choose to meet me early in the morning, half-brother?”

“I want to know what you can tell me about Julian … and how he is as a father.” Chad began.

Fox snorted. “Evidently, bro, I am the wrong man to ask … because if you’re expecting me to say that Julian is a wonderful father, then I suggest you turn around and part.”

“I’m not looking for Julian to be perfect. I wanted to know how he treated you as a son. If you don’t mind, is it all right if I can come inside and chat with you?” Chad wondered.

“Uh, actually, I do mind. I’m not really much of a morning person, but, ah, if you could come back later—I would surely appreciate it.” Fox beamed wryly.

Chad squinted his eyes at the younger guy and was about to utter, however, someone has caught his attention.

“Fox, who is at the door?” Whitney quizzed, coming out from his bedroom, wearing his big white shirt. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw who was standing in front of Fox. “Oh, no, it can’t be … it’s not possible. You had left town.” Whitney was freaking out when she saw Chad and her panic attacks were coming so close together she had fainted.

“Whitney!” Fox and Chad blurted simultaneously. Fox rushed to her, leaning over to see if she’s breathing.

“Is she breathing, Fox?” Chad investigated.

“She’s breathing.” He told Chad. “I’m going to throw on some clothes. You stay with her.” Fox instructed him.

“We have to take her to her mother …” Chad insisted.

Fox came out with a casual beige sweater with brown pants, lifting Whitney up. “Chad, you don’t mind using your car, do you?” He interrogated, keeping the unconscious girl near him.

“Not at all. Dr. Russell has to find out what’s wrong with her … we don’t have time to waste.” Chad mumbled.

“Then let’s go.” Fox was glad that Chad had closed the door behind him as they all strolled to Chad’s vehicle, hurrying to Harmony Hospital immediately.