Jason lifted her hand and put it back on her lap. “He told me not to drive too fast, that’s all.”
Reyna folded her arms, looked out the window at the passing palms. “Liar. I know there was more. You haven’t spoken two words since we left. And why are we on this back road? We’ll never get to Miami this way.”
“I have my reasons.”
Reyna kicked off the high heels. She felt like a doll dressed up like this. And why wasn’t he touching her or anything?
She sidled up next to him, tried to get him to put his hand on her tits. “Wanna fool around?” she coaxed.
He shrugged her off. “No.”
She pouted the next several miles, then started getting suspicious when the road turned into dirt. Sand, actually. “Jason Trace, you tell me where we’re going right this instant!”
He was focused on the trail ahead, which was looking more and more like a swamp by the minute.
Reyna shrieked, seeing a flash of green out her window. “Oh my God, was that an alligator?”
“Don’t know.”
Branches crackled under the tires. She could see water just a few feet to the left, deep enough for lily pads. The car was going uphill and he finally stopped, a foot from the trunk of a massive tree, like a candelabra with thick limbs and green mossy stuff hanging from it. The roots were sticking out of the ground and it looked like some kind of claw.
“Last stop,” he announced, putting the car in park. “Everybody out.”
She laughed without humor. “If you think I’m getting out here you’re crazy.”
“Suit yourself.”
She watched him open his door, walk across the front of the car and open hers. Before she could mount substantial protest, he took her by the waist, pulling her out and over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” she screamed, kicking air and punching ineffectually at his back.
“Quiet, girl, or I’ll have to gag you,” he drawled.
Reyna stifled herself, because she knew from experience he wasn’t kidding.
Setting her down on the ground in between two trees, the mud moist between her toes, he said, “Take your dress off, Reyna.”
Her eyes were daggers. It was scary out here and she’d had enough. “No way,” she said thinly, making it clear this was one game she was not going to play.
Jason’s lips trembled slightly. She was spoiled for a fight, but to his surprise, he laid on the doe brown eyes. In a small voice he said, “Please?”
Reyna bit her lip. She’d been ready for anything but that. Rolling her eyes, cursing him out for being such a baby, she undid the zipper. She had a hard time slipping out of it without messing it on the ground, but eventually she managed. “Satisfied?” she demanded, setting the dress over a tree branch for safekeeping.
Jason’s eyes were wide as he drank in the sight of his girl in the thin white slip. “Getting there,” he grinned.
Reyna crossed her arms over herself. “No way I’m taking anymore off, Jason! Look around you—this is Deliverance country!”
“What’s Deliverance?”
“It’s an old movie I used to watch with my dad.” She looked nervously at the wide-open greenery. “Now can we get out of here or what?”
“If you take off your slip, yes.”
She wailed in exasperation, whipped off the flimsy garment, baring herself down to pushup bra, silk panties and white hose.
“I can’t see your legs,” he complained.
Okay, so now it was the pantyhose. Skinning these down she could feel the air and warm breeze on her tingling legs. Trying not to sound aroused she asked him if he’d gotten his jollies yet.
Jason shifted, obviously burdened by an enormous erection. “Are you wet?” he asked a little hoarse.
“Duh!” she exclaimed throwing her arms up. “What do you think? I’m horny enough to fuck a snake, and you know it.”
He laughed. “Cool. Wait here a minute, okay?”
Reyna bit her lip. He wanted her to wait!? He wasn’t serious?! But he was. He was going to the trunk, pulling out one of those cursed gym bags. This time it was long coils of rope he was after.
She put up her palms to stop his advance, trying to douse that glazed look in his eye as he moved to push her against the nearest tree trunk. “Whoa, cowboy. I’m not into this outdoor tie up stuff. If you want it so bad, you can look up my mother.”
He seized her lips for a kiss in a total sneak attack. Her arms circled his neck instinctively and she felt herself drifting. When she finally regained her reason, he was already wrapping the rope round the enormous trunk, securing her, arms at her sides.
“Hey,” she half protested, “that’s not fighting fair.”
“All’s fair in love and lust,” he reminded her, trotting in a circle, rendering her more like a mummy with each pass. The rope was tight, and it bit into her from thigh to shoulder, binding her above and below the breasts and across her very hot midsection.
“Oh, honey, not that,” she pleaded when he took out the ball gag.
He frowned thoughtfully. “Okay, I’ll tell you what. Pick a hand.” He was shuffling things behind his back and she was beginning to think he’d really lost it when he presented her with two closed fists. “Come on, right or left,” he prodded.
Rolling her eyes, she told him left.
Jason shook his head. “How about right?”
“What the hell is that?” Reyna demanded as he held out a small velvet covered box.
“Reyna,” he said solemnly, lowering himself to one knee on the wet ground and opening the box to reveal a splendid diamond. “Will you marry me?”
She gulped air, sucking in breath along her tender, bark pricked body. She’d heard him say it. It hadn’t been a dream, had it?
“But we agreed to keep it low key,” she reminded him, half-hoping, half-fearing he’d come to his senses.
Jason lowered his eyes, blushing. “I know,” he hesitated, “I hadn’t intended to do this quite yet. I was going to just go to Miami and live it up with you for a while first. But something my uncle said turned my head around.”
“What could he say to change your mind that much?” she asked skeptically. When he looked up again his eyes were moist. “He said if I really loved you, I should be man enough to make you my wife right now and not let another minute pass by. Unless I wanted to have twenty years of regret like he did.”
“Twenty years?” Of course. Shep had loved her mother all along. Which meant, right now, he was probably proposing to her as well. A double wedding. Now wouldn’t that be something!
Jason stood up and touched her cheek. “I’m sorry there’s no engagement party or anything. I swear to you, though, this is as real as it gets.”
Reyna lifted an eyebrow wickedly. “It only takes two for a party. Now are you going to put that on my finger or not?”
“Sure!” he beamed. “Let me untie you first.”
“Oh, no,” she shook her head vigorously. “I want you to leave me like this. And I want you to use the gag, too.”
He lit up like a kid at Christmas. “You mean it?”
She lowered her gaze to his crotch. “Yea. As long as you use that other thing on me, too.”
“You got a deal,” he said huskily, moving in for the kill.
Within minutes, the new ring slipped on her finger, tightly gagged, her man slipped inside of her against her tightly bound body, Reyna was coming and coming, floating in fact to some unknown orbit. Cynthia had been right after all. Florida was a good place to live.
Epilogue
It was a wedding like no other. The three of them stood in a candle lit room, with a hundred points of shimmering light arranged around them in a circle. It was an ancient pattern, thousands of years old even in the days of Wu Wei’s ancestors. All eyes were on the stately teacher, as he chanted the sacred chant, clothed in his robes of red and gold, emblazoned with fiery dragons. In each of his hands, he held the hand of the two Americans, one male and one fem
ale. Both were nude, the female decorated in a single set of gold chains, flowers set in her hair, delicate baby’s breath, the male adorned with nothing more than a gold medallion in the shape of the lion, the king of beasts.
Cynthia’s eyes welled with tears. She was about to be bonded in love, forever, to the man she’d always loved. And beside her stood her noble Lord, her one and only Master, Shepard Trace, breathing for the first time in so many years, the deep air of peace.
It was a peace he shared with others this night. Not one couple but three, in fact, were drinking in the spirit of true love, even as Wu Wei pronounced the finality of the vows. Reyna and Jason had been married earlier, more conventionally, by a notary public in the county office. They were off to Hawaii now, to live out their romance on the black sands of paradise. As for Cal and Meredith, they were off to the mountains, for a different kind of retreat, one that would complete Meredith’s long needed personality adjustment. Cynthia and Shep would stay here at home, basking in each other’s glow. Their service was private, and though Reyna had objected to it, Shep and Cynthia had insisted. In time, her daughter would understand. Shepard and Cynthia, Caleb and Meredith and Jason and Reyna would always be together, anyway, together in the unique depths of their ravenous, wild spirits. Together, forever.
Tormented Twins
Chapter One
Thomas Winters III opened the door of his oceanfront condo, the one his parents had bought him as a refuge from the family mansion inland in Charred River. He already knew who was knocking. She’d called three times in the last hour and each time he’d told her not to come.
“Hello, Tom.”
Winters gripped the knob more tightly, tried to set his features into stone. On any other woman, a non-descript beige raincoat would leave him cold. On Andrea, however, it was just one more aphrodisiac. He swallowed hard. This little fling had gotten dangerously out of hand, and he meant to stare her down once and for all. “I’m not letting you in, Andrea. No matter what you say. It’s over. How many times do I have to tell you?”
Andrea Daniels smiled, green eyes flashing over a challenge. Brushing back her long, rain soaked hair—auburn with streaks of amber—she pouted her full red lips. “But it’s started raining,” she reminded him, her voice a sexy hum. “There’s a storm coming.”
Tom tried to look past her to the gray, water sopped Central Florida sky, but the eyes held him fast. So different from Ashley’s, though the two were identical twins. Ashley’s were a placid, moist sea green. Andrea’s were like jade, sharp and deadly. “For God’s sake,” Tom told Andrea, “Ash is in town tonight and the wedding is just three weeks away. She could easily come here.”
“Please, Tom? I need you.”
Something deep grabbed at him now, a combination of fear, desire and a growing sense of damnation. “She could come here tonight,” he heard himself repeat, his voice wooden and hollow. “You know she could.”
Andrea threw herself into his arms, burying her head to his chest. “To hell with Ashley,” she said fiercely, the scent of her wet hair and perfume filling his nostrils. “You’ll have your whole life to be with her, but you’ll only have me for a little while longer.”
Tom cursed as he saw the lights of the passing car. Seizing her shoulders, he pulled her inside and slammed the door behind them. Ostensibly it was an action designed to shield them from possible detection, but they both knew better than that.
“Wise choice, Baby.” Andrea snaked her arms round his neck, purring as she spoke. “You won’t be sorry, I promise.”
Tom felt the perspiration beading on his forehead. “I’ll let you stay till it stops raining,” he declared, pushing her away. “You’ll wait in the guest room till the storm passes.”
Andrea licked her lips. Her eyes were glazing over as her fingers moved to the buttons of her trench coat. “Are you sure you want to put me in another room?”
“Stop it, Andrea. Stop it right now.”
Her fingers were working the buttons, opening them, but revealing nothing as yet. “Make me.”
“I’m warning you, girl, that’s enough!” He took a step forward, menacingly, but then he froze. It occurred to him now that she wanted him angry, that this was part of her game. In a calmer voice, he said instead, “Be reasonable, Andrea, we’ve had our fun the last few weeks and now we need to think of your sister.”
“I am thinking of her,” Andrea insisted, her voice a husky whisper as she parted the halves of the coat, letting it slide off her back to reveal her perfectly sculpted, tanned body. “And I want you to think of her, too, while you’re fucking me. I am her body double, after all.”
Tom’s mouth went dry as he looked Ashley’s twin sister up and down. The luscious creature was utterly naked except for a harness and collar, high heels and a pair of black stockings held up by garters. The leather harness was black, metal studded, and it held her tight, wrapping round her ample breasts and cinching her narrow waist. From her belt a small whip dangled enticingly. He watched it sway as she approached him.
“Take me,” she whispered, breathless, inches from his face. “Do to me all the things you want to do to my virginal, stuck up sister. Show me, Tom. Use me, fuck me, make me pay for how hard she makes you, and how she leaves you like that over and over again.” Her fingers were at his crotch, massaging his swollen cock. “I’m Ashley,” she prodded him, taking his hand and putting it on top of her head. “Put me in my place.”
“Damn you,” he muttered through clenched teeth, as Andrea slipped to her knees, doing the one thing she knew he couldn’t resist. “Damn you to hell.”
“I’ll go wherever you tell me,” she vowed, opening the zipper of his khaki slacks. “I’m your slave, Tom. I’m your little doll. Your wicked Ashley doll.”
Tom sucked in a ragged breath, half pleasure, half shock as she pulled out his stiff cock, the cock that had been rock hard since her first call an hour ago. Oh, how she knew his weaknesses—using her tongue to lick the underside of his cock, teasing him to a frenzy, saying dirty things.
“Make me suck it,” she murmured, rubbing her face over his throbbing member. “Make me swallow you whole. Use the whip and make me.”
“Fucking bitch,” he growled, bending to seize her wet, lustrous hair in his hands.
Andrea smiled triumphantly as a line of drool ran enticingly from her mouth down to the cavern of her breasts. He bent her head back cruelly, wanting her to take all the blame—her, Andrea Elizabeth Daniels, Ashley’s wicked doppelganger, the opposite of everything sweet and pure that his fiancée represented. It was a role that suited Andrea well—the villainess, the sultry slut. In all honesty, he’d pushed it on her, just a bit, crying on her shoulder about Ash’s puritan ways and how lonely he was, but who could blame a man for losing his head around a woman like this?
“I am a bitch,” Andrea agreed, reading his thoughts, those green eyes of hers flashing again. “And I can prove it. The whole way here, you know what I was doing? I had my fingers in my cunt, thinking what you’d do to me—what you really want to do to her, things she’ll never let you do, ever.”
Using her hands, Andrea pushed up the underside of her breasts, displaying the coral tipped nipples to best advantage. “Take my tits, Tom. Squeeze my little nips. I see you looking at Ashley’s whenever they pop up under her blouse. You think she doesn’t know what she’s doing, teasing you all the time? You think she doesn’t get off, subconsciously, knowing what she can do to you?”
Tom moved his hands from Andrea’s hair. Her breasts were soft and warm, and so very helpless in his grip. Kneading, pinching, he could do whatever he wanted to them. How would he ever get enough of this? The woman was like a drug. How could it be he’d known her such a short time? Who was she, really, and why had she shown up in town out of the blue? Ashley hadn’t even known she’d had a twin till Andrea arrived six weeks ago. Apparently, she’d been raised by their father, Malcolm Daniels, her very existence having been kept secret by their mother, Libby.<
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The timing of Andrea’s homecoming probably had to do with the twins upcoming twenty second birthday, the magic date for the turnover of the trust fund from their mother Libby’s grandparents, a fortune in excess of twenty million dollars. Tom had counted on sharing the whole shooting match with Ashley, but now they were down to ten million, with Andrea getting the other ten.
“Oh, Tom, baby, that hurts so much,” Andrea sing singed, doing her best Ashley imitation. “Why oh why are you doing this to my poor titties?”
“Because I own them,” he said hoarsely, feeling himself getting sucked once more into her fantasy world. “And if you’re going to flaunt them, Ashley, you have to pay the price. As for your complaining mouth, you know where that belongs.”
Tom tightened his hold, compelling the moaning Andrea to take his cock deep in her mouth. In a nice, erotic touch, Andrea put her hands behind her back, symbolizing his total power over her and hers over him. It was a mysterious thing, this charge between them, and it had been evident from the first time they’d met. It was at a pricey Orlando restaurant, a get acquainted party, so the long lost Andrea could meet Ashley’s friends. How well he remembered the car ride back to her hotel, just the two of them. It was Ashley who’d insisted he drive her.
“Darling, do take her,” Ashley had said, touching his arm lightly. “I feel so light-headed, I need to sit down awhile. And take good care of her. She’s my new sister, half of my heart and I love her so much already.”
He’d been intrigued by Andrea, and so he complied, blabbing the whole way to her about how much she and her sister looked alike, even down to hair styles. Andrea kept teasing about exactly how much he knew of her sister’s body to make that assessment. He finally confessed—whined, actually—that he’d never even seen Ashley’s breasts let alone played with them, nor had he ever done more than brush her lips with one or two chaste kisses.
“Poor baby,” Andrea had said, sidling up to him as he drove. “You can see mine if you like.”
They’d laughed about it, chalking it up to a bad joke, but then, without cracking a smile, her eyes glowing, she’d said, “Of course, you could make me do it if you wanted to.”
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