“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
She gave a jerky nod of her head. I pulled back, watching her lips curl around the head before I pushed in, deeper this time.
“Relax your throat,” I ordered.
She did, allowing me to push in another inch.
I pulled back when I felt her throat working. I did this several more times, her eyes watering with each thrust.
“Such a sweet mouth,” I mumbled.
Wanting to feel her pussy sheathe my cock, I helped her to her feet, shut off the water. I didn’t even bother with towels before I picked her up and carried her to the bed, tossed her onto it, earning another giggle. She really was cute.
“Hands and knees,” I commanded, retrieving a condom from the nightstand.
I rolled it on, then joined her on the bed, kneeling behind her.
She grinned back at me over her shoulder. The smile faltered, her mouth forming a perfect O when I plunged inside her.
“Isaac…” She whimpered, her pussy flexing, gripping me like a velvet vise. “Oh, God, yes.”
Fisting her hair in my hand, I fucked her. Hard.
Heaven gave as good as she got. Her verbal commentary spurred me on, the way she cried out in pleasure, begging for me to fuck her harder, deeper.
She robbed my lungs of air, driving me closer to the edge with her little ass grinding back against me. I slicked my thumb with saliva, teased her asshole. She moaned but didn’t pull away. And when I slammed into her one final time, burying my thumb in her ass, she screamed, pure pleasure ricocheting off the walls.
We fell into a heap on the bed. I was careful not to rush her, brushing her hair back from her face as I pressed my lips to hers. “Thank you.”
“For what? Trading?” She was still panting. “I don’t get this whole BDSM thing. But I can’t deny, the sex is fantastic.”
I stared up at the ceiling, missing Everly.
For whatever reason, this had seemed a good idea when Ian had mentioned it. Now, I wasn’t quite so certain. While Heaven was an interesting woman, she didn’t quite fit where we were trying to place her.
Or perhaps that was me. I hadn’t gotten Ian’s take on her yet.
Maybe that was a conversation that needed to happen sooner rather than later.
IAN
Although they were similar in appearance, Everly and Heaven were very different. So very different.
And though Everly looked like a sweet, innocent sweetheart, beneath that perfect veneer was a feisty hellcat, a submissive who wanted a man to dominate her in every way. And I had longed for this moment, ached for it. Now that I had her all to myself, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to let her go.
What I had wanted to do was carry her to my bedroom and settle her in my bed. Instead, I had fought my baser urges and carried her to the guest room she’d used once, tossing her on the bed, pretending this was all fun and games for me. She watched my every movement as I walked over to the dresser, pulled open the bottom drawer, retrieved a few of the items stored there.
With Everly, I had an advantage. Having played with her at the club, I knew her limits, could safely push her boundaries without fear of causing her harm. While her limits were few, she still had them. However, she did not have a problem with bondage, which was why she ended up gagged, ass up, facedown on the four-post bed, immobile with the help of a restraint that kept her wrists secured at her sides, tethered to the straps that circled her thighs.
“Be a good girl,” I told her, smacking her cute little ass. “I’ll be back after I shower.”
I was true to my word, making quick work of washing up, rinsing, drying off. I returned to find her in the exact same position I’d left her in. Her face was turned to the side, her eyes on me as I entered the room.
“Do you know how much I’ve thought about this ass?” I asked, swatting it again.
She moaned softly, wiggled her butt as though that would get her more of what she craved.
“We never fucked you at the club. Know why that was?” I joined her on the bed, leaned over her, pressed my lips to her shoulder. “Because Isaac wanted you all to himself.”
I knew I was putting everything on Isaac’s shoulders, but I was still attempting to play my brother’s game. Last thing I wanted was for him to know I’d only requested this switch because I couldn’t stand to be away from Everly any longer.
“And while he wants to share you, he’s not willing to share that moment with the whole club.”
Her shoulders relaxed.
I trailed my tongue from the center of her shoulder blades, down her spine, pausing at the crack of her ass.
Because I could, I switched to my native language. “We’ve been waiting for you, little fairy.”
I teased her asshole with my tongue. She moaned and tried to thrust back, the restraints keeping her in place.
“As much as I want to take this cute little ass, we’re going to have to stretch you first.” I took the toy, opened it, then lubed it generously.
I dipped two fingers into her pussy as I worked the plug into her ass. She moaned around the gag, her body rocking forward, back as her excitement built.
“Imagine what Isaac’s going to say when he learns that you’re wearing this plug today. I can almost promise you’ll be fucked a couple of times. Is that what you need, little fairy? To have a big cock fill that little pussy?”
She tried to wiggle against my fingers still buried deep in her cunt, but I pulled back, refusing to give her the pleasure she sought. A muffled groan sounded, making me smile.
“Your pussy’ll be so tight with that toy in your ass. And while you’re wearing it, you’ll wear a skirt, no panties.”
I gripped my dick, stroked roughly, then reached for the condom I’d tossed on the bed earlier. While I wanted to forego the latex, to feel the wet heat of her pussy slide over my cock, that was an unspoken rule with me and Isaac. Everly didn’t belong to me, therefore protection was unavoidable. If and when the day ever came that Everly got pregnant—something she and Isaac would have to figure out on their own—it wouldn’t be by me. Isaac deserved that honor.
The thought had pain lancing my insides. My twin had gotten to her first, forcing me to take a step back. We’d fantasized about how our lives would play out, and I knew Isaac was under the impression this was the path we should take. While I wanted to rebel against it, to claim Everly as mine, too, I knew that would cause a rift between us. As much as I was coming to care for Everly, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for my brother. Nothing.
So, for now, I would take what I could get.
“Squeeze my fingers,” I ordered.
Everly’s pussy tightened around my fingers. Goddamn, she was so fucking perfect. The easy way she submitted… It wasn’t a game for her. This was what she needed, as much as I needed to dominate her.
I pulled my fingers out, sucked her sweet juices off them before gripping her hips and guiding my cock into the tight sheath of her body. I didn’t slam into her, taking my time. The plug in her ass made her impossibly tight, her small body adding to the pressure. But as soon as I was lodged to the hilt inside her, the tight leash on my restraint snapped.
Everly moaned around the gag as I fucked her. I wasn’t gentle, but I knew she didn’t want gentle. Her hands flexed, fisted with every punishing thrust. I alternated between slow and deep, then fast and shallow. I paused long enough to flip the release on the gag. It fell from her mouth and a litany of pleas followed.
They were music to my ears as I drove into her again and again, using her sweet little body to drive us both to the precipice.
“Master Ian… Oh, God. Please…”
“Please what?”
“Harder.”
I slammed into her, holding back just enough to ensure I didn’t bruise her.
“I’m… Master Ian? May I come? Please. Please, may I come?”
“Aye,” I growled.
Her pussy squeezed my cock like a fist, milking me dry
.
I pulled out, leaned over her, planting kisses over her shoulders, her neck even as I worked the restraints free from her wrists.
“Thank you, Master Ian,” she whispered, her body soft beneath me.
“Thank you, little fairy.” I lowered my voice, kissed her neck one last time. “I’m not even sure you realize how much we need you.”
How much I needed her.
Not that I was going to admit as much.
Not to her. Not to Isaac. Not to anyone.
THIRTEEN
Everly
Although I’d just spent the last twenty minutes being fucked within an inch of my life by his twin, Isaac took my hand the second I joined him in the dining room. He pulled me into his lap, his arm wrapped over me possessively. I snuggled against him, wondering when he might figure out I had a plug in my ass.
“She’s wearing something special for you,” Ian informed Isaac when he came into the room.
Well, that hadn’t taken long.
Isaac nuzzled my neck. “Is that right?”
“Yes, my Liege.” I opened my mouth when he spoon-fed me oatmeal.
“Something special?” Heaven asked, glancing between the four of us.
“Tell her, little fairy,” Ian ordered.
I loved that he called me that. He’d done so almost since the beginning. And I really loved it when he said it in Irish, with that lilt, it felt even more intimate. And while Ian and I hadn’t had much time together, I couldn’t deny the short time we’d had was something I was now hoping would become a frequent occurrence.
I smiled, hoped my cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. “A butt plug.”
Heaven giggled. “In your ass?”
Dante snorted. “Self-explanatory, no?”
“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you,” Ian told Heaven. “I’ve got an extra if you’d like to try one on for size.”
Heaven’s eyes shot to mine, widening as though the idea was horrific. “Uh … no, thanks. Totally not my thing.”
“I’ve got a few errands to run today,” Ian informed us, as though Heaven’s comment had no bearing on anything.
It had me glancing between the two of them. For whatever reason, I’d thought they had gotten closer in recent days. Based on their body language, that didn’t seem to be the case. Heaven seemed distant, almost.
“And I’ve got some phone calls to make,” Isaac chimed in. “Then I’ll be out for a bit.” He pulled my hair back. “You want to go with me?”
I didn’t bother to ask where. It didn’t matter. “Yes, my Liege.”
“Tonight,” Ian continued as though we hadn’t interrupted, “I want Heaven to cook, Everly to clean. Isaac and I need some time with Dante.”
“It would be our pleasure,” I told him politely.
I glanced over at Dante. He was eating as though he wasn’t even in the same room. I’d seen him do this a few times, turning into a recluse, blocking me out even though I could tell it pained him to do so. I still didn’t know much about his childhood, aside from the fact it had been traumatic. When I’d tried to talk to him, he’d always told me he didn’t want to subject me to that. So, I had given him his space, ensuring he knew I was there whenever he needed me.
“I need to catch up on my homework for the week,” Heaven told Ian. “It’s due on Sunday and I’m usually done earlier in the week.”
“Anything you need?”
“No. Just some peace and quiet.”
“You’ll have most of the afternoon to yourself.”
She nodded, focused on her food. There was definitely a detachment there. One that hadn’t been there prior to the switch Ian and Isaac had pulled.
“I’d like you to spend some time with Dante,” Isaac told me before looking over at Dante. “I know you’ll need some space, but I think you need her, too.”
Their eyes met, held. I watched, wondering if they were having a silent conversation I wasn’t privy to. Dante finally nodded. “Thank you, Sir. I’d like to spend some time with her.”
My heart turned over. I hated that Dante wanted to keep himself closed off, but I understood it. Or I tried to. So those moments I could spend with him were ones I looked forward to. Cherished even.
Once we were finished with breakfast, I took dish duty while Heaven went up to the attic to do schoolwork. Dante disappeared into his room while Isaac and Ian headed for the basement. I hummed while I worked, realizing how content I was being here. Looked as though I’d settled into this routine nicely.
So much so, I dreaded going back to work. If I still had a job when this was over, that was. As it was, my boss wasn’t too pleased when I told her I’d needed to take a week of vacation due to a family emergency. Luckily, I was one of those who rarely took time off, so she hadn’t been able to hold that over my head. Then again, it wouldn’t surprise me if I went back to find she’d replaced me. Baristas were plentiful, and with proper training and a decent amount of dedication, it wasn’t all that difficult for someone to fill the position.
After wiping down the counters and the table, I went to Dante’s room, knocked on the door.
With Heaven, he usually called out for her to come in, but with me, he’d always opened the door, just as he did now. I stepped inside, realized that was the first time I’d been in that room. It was huge. Probably twice the size of the room I’d started out in. While it was nice, it didn’t feel like Dante.
For the first time since we’d arrived, I suddenly missed home. Only for Dante, though. Then I thought about the man who’d attacked me… I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go back there.
Forcing the negative thoughts away, I peered up at Dante’s handsome face. “When’s the last time you slept?”
He shrugged. “Couple hours. Yesterday, I think. It’s all jumbled together right now.”
“Then we’ll take a nap,” I told him. I motioned for the bed. “May I?”
“Of course.”
I pulled back the blankets and the sheet, then crawled in, careful not to flash him when I did. He joined me, pulling the blankets up, ensuring I was tucked in although it was him I was worried about.
I curled up against his side, my head on his chest. In a bold and daring move, I slid my hand beneath his T-shirt, wanting to feel his warmth. He settled his hand over mine, the T-shirt between us.
“Are you doing okay?” I whispered.
“Actually, yeah.” He sighed. “Better than I’ve been in a while.”
“It’s not hard to be here?”
“It’s comforting.” He reached over, turned off the lamp. The room darkened thanks to the curtains over the windows. “How about you? How are you holding up?”
I smiled to myself. “I’m good. Really good.”
He was quiet for a few minutes and I hoped he’d fallen asleep, but his breathing hadn’t slowed, so I knew his mind was whirling.
“Does it bother you what I did the other night?”
His words were so soft, almost pained. I lifted my head, looked in his eyes.
“In the dining room?”
He nodded.
“No. I enjoyed it. Immensely.”
“Me, too,” he said, his eyes shifting away.
I turned his cheek, forcing his gaze to meet mine. “Nothing’s changed about how I feel,” I told him. “Nothing could ever change that.”
He swallowed and I took a huge chance, leaning in, pressing my lips to his. He relaxed, his mouth melding to mine, his tongue sliding over my bottom lip, then dipping inside. I met his tongue with mine. It was the first kiss we’d shared that hadn’t been instigated. This time it felt sweeter, far more intimate. And when Dante pulled me over him, I moved without hesitation, straddling his hips, letting the kiss ignite as his hands slipped beneath my shirt.
“Skin to skin,” he whispered, his request surprising but not at all disappointing.
I let him pull off my shirt, unhook my bra before he gripped the back of his shirt and tugged. I leaned in, gave in to his kiss.
Now that we were giving in to it, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop.
“Dante … touch me,” I moaned. “Please, touch me.”
His big, warm hands caressed my back. Like feathers over my skin, light and gentle. Always cherishing. I wanted to be close to him, as close as we could possibly be. But I needed this to be his idea. I didn’t want him to think I was taking advantage. I knew how he felt about me. He knew how I felt about him, but we’d always fought it.
This felt right.
The door opened and before Dante could throw me off him, I cupped his cheek. “Don’t stop.”
I’d sensed him, knew Isaac had come into the room. I’d suspected he would after he’d instructed me to spend time with Dante. It had been a directive, and though he hadn’t elaborated, he hadn’t needed to. No one needed to order me to be with Dante. This was merely an excuse to act on it.
Isaac didn’t say a word. He simply walked to the chair in the corner and sat.
As though his presence was the approval Dante needed, he took the reins, his hands roaming more firmly, cupping my ass, squeezing.
“Naked,” Dante mumbled. “I want you naked.”
I rolled off him and he followed, our mouths resuming their exploration as he pushed my skirt down my hips.
“Everly…” His kiss was harder, more controlled, as though he knew exactly what he wanted, and he’d been given instructions to take it.
I moaned, my head tipping back when his fingers grazed my clit. Despite Ian’s exquisite fucking from earlier, I was still primed and ready to go.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered against my lips.
I whimpered, wanting him to take his pleasure from my body. Whatever he wanted, needed, that was what I was willing to give. Everything.
Dante trailed kisses across my chest, between my breasts, lower. He shouldered my legs apart, then lapped at me with that skilled tongue. Every so often he would nudge the plug that was still lodged inside me, ratcheting up my desire. He drove me up, up, but didn’t let me go over. He did it again and again, driving me mad, insane with need.
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