But it had felt oh-so-good being naughty. She had enjoyed every second of it. And she had never dreamed of having sex like this. Sheer pleasure. Ecstasy. Lust. Feeling cherished like no other woman had before. And she loved these exciting men, Luke and Ryan, all aspects of them. They were so different, but she needed what they gave her.
Luke was thoroughly an alpha-male, exciting like a rollercoaster ride. He was commanding, sexy as hell, self-assured on the brink of arrogance, wild and untamed. Ryan, he was the ideal romantic lover, sexy too, but in another way. He was the type a woman could make love with for hours in front of the fireplace, drinking champagne.
When she finally dared to open her eyes, she saw that she was lying in the middle of the gorgeous twins. Luke lay to her right, sleeping naked on his belly, his face turned to her. He had wrapped one arm possessively around her waist, firmly holding her down so she couldn't escape him. His muscular back and delicious male butt were so beautiful it took her breath away. His warm clean breath smelled slightly of a good single malt and tickled her cheek.
On her other side was Ryan, snuggled against her with every part of his body. He had one arm under her, so her head rested comfortably on his sculpted chest, and he had buried his face in her hair. His other arm was slung around her hip, his hand resting exactly on the dark triangle between her legs as if to say "that's mine." She could hear his steady heartbeat, calming her. He made her feel so safe. But as she closed her eyes again with a contented sigh, thinking about drifting to sleep once more, she suddenly felt something hardening against her upper thigh on Ryan's side, something definitely large and male. The fingers covering her mound began to stroke her, very softly. She went rigid with surprise.
"Shh, my love," Ryan whispered into her hair, so low that she could hardly hear him. "Oh yes, I am awake. Now hold very still, will you? Don't move, and be quiet. We don't want to wake him up yet."
Jane wanted to answer, but Ryan hushed her again and continued to caress her gently. "You are so beautiful, Jane," he whispered, "especially down there."
His hand moved lower, and a long finger parted her nether lips, finding the center of her pleasure. Jane opened her mouth to cry out, but he reached around her head and quickly covered her lips with his other hand, silencing her. If they didn't want to wake up Luke, she could not even move her hips, his arm was securely locked around her waist and he would notice it. His nose nearly touched her face so not a single moan was allowed to escape her. Her heart beat quicker with excitement. The fear of being caught by Luke increased her desire tremendously.
She felt him smile when he discovered her wetness and he dipped his finger deep into her slick channel, lubricating it before he began stroking her little nub of flesh. Ryan was incredible, he knew exactly the way she liked it. He didn't go for the goal too roughly like most men did, but circled it with the tip of his finger, massaging her indirectly. He used more pressure there, but was unbelievably gentle when he moved over her tiny bud, as soft as the touch of a rose petal.
Trembling, she began to dig her teeth into the hand that covered her mouth, barely holding back her lustful moans. He moved his hand even lower, using his thumb now to rub her while his other fingers entered her, one after the other, widening her tenderly. When he started to give pressure to her g-spot, she nearly cried out loud, so overwhelmingly sweet was the torture of his fingers. Where on earth had he learned this? He did it perfectly, as if he knew all the secrets of her body.
The fact that she still wasn't allowed to move or utter a sound made the experience all the more intense. He massaged her harder and faster, not changing his movements when he felt her coming. Her climax came so suddenly that she bit hard into his hand, tears of joy welling up in her eyes and staining her cheeks. She convulsed about the long fingers that slid in and out of her like a steam engine, never stopping until she was completely satisfied. Ryan's hard shaft grew even more, throbbing with want against her bare skin, and he kissed her brow, smiling.
When she finally relaxed she discovered that Luke's breath beside her had changed; it wasn't calm and steady anymore but much quicker now. Jane turned her head and found him staring right at her, his blue eyes darkened with rage and desire.
Abruptly, he said up, looking down at her flushed body. "So beautiful," he said. "And so ready to be loved by me … by us," he added with a side glance to Ryan who didn't look guilty at all, but was watching them with an amused smile. "You are enjoying this game, aren't you, Jane? You just enjoy whatever each of us can provide you with. But what will you do, if I join forces with Ryan, and we start to set the rules?"
"This is a splendid idea, Luke," Ryan said, rising from the bed, too. "But we should let Jane decide if she dares to try our little experiment."
Confused, Jane looked from one to the other twin. They seemed to be able to read each other's minds, as they obviously had just made some plans about how to progress in their threesome relationship. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to know what they had in mind.
"Let us love you, Jane," Luke said. "Together. But you don't know who of us it will be. We'll blindfold you and make you decide who gives you the greatest pleasure."
Ryan nodded. "Maybe then you'll be able to choose," Ryan added. "You can trust me … us," he added and stretched out his hand to caress her cheek. "Give in, my beautiful Jane. I know that you'll enjoy this."
She drew a shuddering breath when she felt a shiver of anticipation running down her body. Then a slow smile spread over her face. "Agreed. But I'm not sure if I can choose between you. If you're both doing this job too well, I might want to keep you both."
*****
The twins had blindfolded her with a scrap of silk and bound her hands to the bed, promising that they'd bring nothing but pleasure to her. Jane's blood rushed through her ears as she lay before them, stark naked, her legs slightly spread. Her sex was opened like a flower, exposed to their eyes as her quivering flesh awaited their touch.
She gasped when she felt warm, moist lips on her right breast, and a tongue that darted out to tease her puckered nipple. She was licked with small, hard strokes before she was sucked deep into a male mouth. Arching her back, she opened her mouth to moan, but the sound was swallowed by a second mouth that claimed her lips, kissing her so tenderly that she felt like crying.
They drew back for a few moments while she trembled, awaiting their next touch. "Did you know who kissed you, Jane?" a male voice whispered. "Was it Luke, or Ryan who suckled on your glorious breast?"
Before she could even think about an answer, she was kissed again, passionately and hot. Luke, she thought, without knowing if she was right. Maybe the twins tried to lead her astray and had swapped roles; probably she would never know. But the way they worshipped her body just felt too good. She wanted all that they could give her, greedily craving their attention.
Suddenly the male lips stopped kissing her mouth and left her, the anticipation about where they would move next making her shiver. The wet hot mouth on her breast moved to the other side, circling her hardened rosebud there while big hands massaged her. Then she felt warm fingers on her right calf, and her leg was lifted up. She breathed in sharply when she felt someone blowing against the female flesh between her thighs, cooling her where she was wet and hot.
But she was not touched there as she had expected. Instead, firm lips placed lingering kisses on the top of her foot, up her sensitive ankle and her leg, nibbling at the inside of her upper thigh. She was very ticklish there, but her giggling mingled with moans when the most sensual feelings set in. This kissing mouth came closer to the center of her desire, always closer ...
She threw back her head and awaited the touch of his tongue - but who was it - Ryan or Luke? To her surprise, her sex was left wet and hungry, the twin just bit teasingly into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and she heard a deep voice laughing. The hot breath on her skin excited her even more.
Disappointed, she moaned, but the sensation she had been hoping for didn't c
ome. The twin continued his sweet torture with her other leg, starting down at her foot again. When he had kissed his way up to the place where she needed him so much, he stopped again, blowing against her again but this time something flickered over her sex, so lightly she hardly could feel it, and very fleetingly. It was the tip of a tongue.
"Who is it now, Jane?" a hoarse voice whispered. "Can't you tell?" Damn, even their voices sounded the same, especially when they were aroused. Then the tongue dipped right between her moist nether lips that were swollen with passion, just licking her a single time, slowly, slowly from the entrance to her womanhood up until it touched her little nub of flesh. There the tip of the tongue rested, just gently touching, but not moving an inch. She tried to wriggle her hips to make him increase the pressure, but strong hands grabbed her around the waist and held her firmly in place. She cried out with disappointment and started to protest, but the mouth on her breast moved up to her mouth and kissed her so hard it took her breath away.
The other twin lifted his head and stopped licking her, leaving her yearning for him to continue with his sweet torture.
Then she felt strong fingers around her ankle, bringing her leg to the side. Something thick and soft, like a cord was wrapped around her ankle, then she felt it tightening so her leg was pulled to the foot end of the bed. After that, the same procedure was used on her other ankle, slowly pulling it to the side until her legs were widely spread. When she tried to move them, she gasped because she couldn't.
They had tied her legs to the bed, too, and now she lay before them wide open, completely exposed and a helpless victim who had to succumb to their will. Now she was at the twins' mercy. They could love her in every way they desired. However, she felt that she could trust them and she did, with all her heart.
"Sean brought us a bottle of champagne on ice while we slept," one of the men remarked. There were steps and some other sounds, then, "Ah - I thought so. Look what I found in the drawer of her bedside table!" a deep voice said. "Our Jane has a very interesting collection." Again, she could not tell who it was.
"What on earth has she hidden there?" one twin said, clearly astonished. "Let's see ... an ostrich feather, a diamond-adorned jar of some balm ... hmm, this smells good, but exotic, oh and it heats up the skin, wouldn't want to get this on my sensitive parts ... look, another silken scarf ... there's much more in the back of the drawer ... let's see ... damn! What's this?"
"Isn't that obvious?" the other twin answered, slightly amused. "An ivory dildo. And it's very close to nature, I'd say. Our Jane here is a very naughty girl indeed."
Jane gasped for air, opening her mouth to explain to them that she had no knowledge of these things at all, that the house or one of the servants must have placed them in her drawer, but it was too late.
The silken scarf they had found covered her mouth and was knotted behind the back of her head by gentle but firm male hands. All she could utter now were muffled sounds and moans. Besides, her arms and legs were tied to the bed, and she was blindfolded.
And she loved every second of it. Sighing, she yielded, giving in to absolute pleasure.
*****
Chapter Seven
"What about a glass of champagne? Even if you are not my real brother, the house created you to look just like me so I guess we should treat each other like brothers would." Jane heard a deep voice say, then the plopping sound of a bottle being opened, and the pouring of liquid into glasses.
"Are you sure about that?" the other voice said. It was Ryan, judging from the context. "I mean, that the house created me and not you. Maybe I am the original, a human being, and you are the twin created by magic. What if all the memories of your life are just an illusion the house planted into your head to make you feel 'real'? What if your sole purpose of existence was to make Jane happy while you are here? I mean, she told me that you are a famous actor, and that you were a member of an even more famous band in your youth. Now how probable is THAT? No, I think you are a creature born from Jane's secret fantasies, brought to life by the house. But maybe that's what we both are."
There was a short silence, then dark laughter. "Very interesting question," Luke said. "I think we'll have to wait and see which of us is still here after this 'dream', fantasy, whatever, has come to an end. If it ever will end, that is. But while we're right in the middle of it, why not enjoy every moment and show Jane how strong and deep our love is? I think we both want her to be happy. Really, I must say this champagne is delicious - and ice cold, just as I like it."
"You'll get some later, Jane", the other voice added, laughing. "In this position and with your mouth covered, you could hardly drink it anyway. For now, you have other pleasures to enjoy."
There was the sound of ice cubes being shaken in the bottle cooler, then suddenly she felt the hot breath of an aroused male touching her ear. She screamed with surprise when the cold ice cube grazed her forehead, moved down over her nose to her lips, wetting the silk over her lips, then over her chin and down her neck. She shivered when the ice rested in the hollow of her throat for a moment and heard the laughter of a man who was clearly enjoying himself. The warmth of the pulse under her skin made the ice melt. Thin streams of icy water ran down from her neck, dribbling over her breasts and nipples which tightened from the cold.
Then, the ice was taken down to her soft mounds, touching her right breast. Skillful male fingers moved it in large circles that became smaller and smaller until the cube reached the already-erect peak, rubbing over it until she moaned, half pleasured, half tortured by the intense sensation.
Her lover moved over to her other breast, continuing with his sensual game while she felt someone touching the inside of her thigh simultaneously, using another ice cube to tease her there. And it moved higher quickly, making her muscles tremble until it reached the quivering flesh at the core of her womanhood.
She cried out again, the noise half suffocated under the thin silk over her mouth. Jane wondered if Sean was waiting on the other side of her bedroom door, ready to enter if he was needed by his Mistress. If so, he must surely have heard her screams and had decided not to intervene. She felt so vulnerable that she suddenly wished he was there, holding her, whispering endearments into her ear while she allowed herself to be the helpless victim of two reckless males who desired her so much. Each of them was incomparable in his carnal cravings, and very virile, but she couldn't imagine what they were capable of together.
Her body was a mass of indescribable feeling when the piece of ice was rubbed over her nether lips, coming dangerously near to her sensitive nub of flesh. The ice slid over it and made her scream again, but so quickly that there was no pain, only sensation. She felt the blood stream back into her sex, and she moaned with lust. Just when she thought that the ice would touch her center of pleasure again, she felt long hard fingers parting the lips of her womanhood, opening her. Then, to her surprise the twin pressed the ice slowly into her hot love channel, deeper, deeper.
The feelings were overwhelming. She took a sharp intake of breath but had no time to react because something hot and hard followed the way the ice cube had gone, a very large male cock that entered her with a single thrust, pushing the ice deep into her. A male voice moaned with pleasure, feeling the ice at the tip of his manhood, shoving it along with him. All the while, more pieced of ice were moved over her whole body by the other twin, touching every sensitive part of her skin, heightening her lust. Now and then she felt another hard cock, shaped and sized just like the one which was pumping into her with heavy thrusts, pressing against her, pulsating with desire.
The hotness of the cock made the ice melt very quickly so icy water ran out of her every time he pulled out. Suddenly she felt the other twin moving over her body from the upper side of the bed. He pressed her breasts together with both hands and let his tongue flicker over the tips shortly before she felt his cock there, rubbing up and down inside the cleft between her breasts that was wet with icy water. He was careful not to put
his weight onto her so she felt quite comfortable but incredibly naughty, feeling used but at the same time powerful because she heard the twins' loud groaning, felt them move faster and faster until they lost control.
She would have come by now but the icy water made her private parts a bit more insensitive, prolonging her pleasure. The twins came almost simultaneously, the one between her breasts first, the hot liquid proof of his lust running down her skin. Then the other man thrusting inside her reached his climax with a hoarse cry, hitting her a few more times while he still shook with raw lust. It was enough to carry her over the brim, almost ... she just needed another single thrust, just a little pressure on the core of her desire ...
"Oh no, Jane," the twin said breathlessly, "you aren't allowed to come. Not yet." She screamed against her silken gag and felt tears of frustration running down her cheeks when he pulled out, leaving her unsatisfied.
"We will make you come together, love," the other voice said. "But only when we have found out how much you can take. And when you do, we will remove the cloth over your mouth because we want to hear you scream with pleasure you never knew before."
She shivered with desire, not daring to complain because she knew they would only make her wait longer if she did, always keeping her on the brink of orgasm but not allowing her to come until she succumbed to their joined will.
"It's good that we have satisfied our first need for now, thanks to you, Jane," the first twin said. "Now, we have a lot of time to enjoy ourselves. We could even think of new ways to drink our champagne. No need to hurry, right, dear brother?"
"Not at all. But tells us first, my love, which of us had the pleasure of entering your sweet body right now? If you guess right, we'll free you of your blindfold as a reward."
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