But my mind and heart had been in different places than my libido while I was in his lap, with him rubbing my breasts. I could feel his authority and dominance in the simple requests he gave me, and it brought back a flood of images from when Chad and I had begun our relationship. In reality, I knew that Richard had been telling the truth; neither of the Fairchild brothers were going to abuse me. But it didn’t mean it hadn’t been a slight trigger.
My heart had also confused me, holding Richard there right along with Aaron. Richard and I had a deeper connection than anyone I knew. I had known Aaron longer, but there was something about Richard’s soul that could reach in and talk directly to mine. I hadn’t ever done anything sexual with him; only an innocent kiss when we were young. But I did have feelings for him. It had almost felt like betrayal as I let myself get caught up in the heat of the moment with Aaron. I had no idea what I was going to do if either of them asked for something serious with me.
It was the middle of the afternoon when a knock came at my door, and I wondered who it could be. But I got my answer through the peephole as I surveyed the blonde hair and dimples belonging to a certain brother that made my heart thump twice as fast these days.
I opened the door with a surprised smile, noticing his button down and slacks. "What’s with the formalwear?” I asked teasingly, looking him up and down. He looked pretty damn dashing if you asked me.
"I'm actually just taking a long lunch today. Aaron and I are at work all day today; lots of back-to-back meetings." I nodded. I had been a little surprised when the news reached me that the Fairchild brothers had become billionaires. The families we came from weren’t poor, but they weren’t the one percent either. But I supposed with Aaron’s charisma and Richard’s smarts, they made a great team. I couldn’t imagine being so invested in something, though. I was more the starving artist type, feeling free to move from place to place at will. Though, I was beginning to see the benefits in settling down somewhere.
"I actually wanted to see if you wanted to take a walk with me." I smiled at the suggestion. Richard and I used to walk around the block for hours, talking about life and school and the future. We would always find special places to call our own too; hidden gems with small creeks and little animals to hold and examine.
"Sure, as long as I'm not keeping you from eating," I told him. Richard shook his head and held out his hand for me. I grabbed it and closed the door behind us, letting him lead me through a familiar path towards a trail that wrapped around the city.
We began to take a light stroll, just enjoying the light breeze and each other’s company. It was this silence that helped begin to heal me and make me feel safe.
The trail was mostly clear, since everyone was at work or school, and as we rounded a corner that led us into a protected forest area with dense tree cover. I began to allow myself to feel the tension and attraction that flowed between us like electricity. It was just as intense as what I felt for Aaron, but entirely different.
I wrapped my arm around his and came in close, stroking his skin with the tips of my nails. "I want to know how you talk to your subs, Richard," I whispered to him, causing him to drag me behind a large tree that would shield us entirely from view, unless someone else strayed from the path.
Richard looked at my body up and down as if he was allowing himself to for the first time. It was that sweetness and humbleness that made me so curious of what he might be like as a dom. It would have to be a total transformation.
Richard deliciously pinned my arms up high against the bark, causing it to scratch my skin just a little. He was stronger than he looked, and his blue eyes were enflamed with a strong lust I had never seen. His gaze alone was making me wet. "You will make no noise," he told me in a deep voice. I felt like I was a werewolf under the influence of an alpha's command. "You will do as I say, and only speak or make a sound when asked. You will call me sir, or master, is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," I whispered, nodding my head. Keeping one hand against my hands, Richard reached down to tug down my panties, leaving me exposed under my thigh-length skirt. I wondered what he would do next, and I found myself excited by the possibilities. Maybe I could finally get over what Chad had done and enjoy the pleasure of it again.
"Are you wet for me?" he growled, pushing his body into mine as he grit his teeth in my face.
"Yes, sir." The hand that had taken off my panties slid up my skirt as he dug three fingers into my wet, fleshy center. I bit down on my lip hard, trying not to scream out as he began to pump them in and out of me furiously.
"Do you want to moan? Do you want to scream?" he asked with his dominant tone.
"Yes, sir," I managed to squeak out. I was holding my breath in to keep from disobeying his orders.
He pumped his fingers faster and harder, and my legs began to get weak and shaky. I was close to climax.
"Scream my name," he ordered. "I want everyone around us to hear who makes you cum so hard."
"Richard!" I called just as my center began to quiver under his touch.
"Louder," he insisted, pushing all his weight into me.
"Richard!" I screamed, knowing anyone who was within a mile radius would surely hear.
I sighed as I finished, and Richard pulled his fingers out from me, looking right into my eyes as he licked every bit of my sweetness off his fingers. He finally let me go, allowing me to pull my panties back up. I hadn’t orgasmed like that in a long time, and I was incredibly grateful. But then my guilty thoughts went to the events at my house the day before with Aaron. I needed to make some kind of decision quick.
"Is there any way I can talk with you and Aaron tonight?" I asked quietly, as he walked me back to my front door. I was going to just have to confess my feelings and leave the decision up to them. It was the only thing I could think of.
"Sure. I'll have a car come pick you up and bring you to our place when we get done with our last meeting." I nodded and accepted a chaste kiss on the cheek goodbye before he left.
Chapter 7
***Aria***
I couldn't believe my eyes as the black car that had picked me up at my house that evening, drove through imposing iron gates and into a community where the richest of the rich spent their time. As we drove into the back most points of the community, the homes only got bigger and more beautiful until we landed in front of a mansion I could only assume belonged to the Fairchild brothers that I loved so much.
It was designed with grey brick and stone, and perfectly manicured hedges full of blooming white flowers led up to dark wood, double doors. Almost every second story window had a balcony attached, and parts of the roof looked like spires rising from a castle. Any woman they decided to bring into that place with them would easily feel like a princess, but I wasn't sure with the guilt I was holding in my gut over my feelings for them both if I was worthy of being that princess. I could only hope they wouldn’t ask for me to leave their sight immediately when I confessed to them.
I rang the doorbell nervously, waiting for someone to come to the door. Someone did; it was an older woman who looked to be their maid. She ushered me into the house and showed me where to sit in the largest living room I’d ever seen. I sat down on a leather couch that had an ornate coffee table in front of it with three drinks sitting on top of it.
"There's my princess!" Richard's voice came from somewhere, echoing past the marble stairs and grand entry before I could finally see him. His hair was a little damp as if he has just showered not too long ago. He wrapped me in his arms, and I felt a little comforted, blushing at what he had called me as if he could read my thoughts. He sat down next to me just as Aaron came into the room with a sandwich in his hand and a smile on his face.
"Fancy seeing you here," he teased, picking up his drink and taking a sip. It looked like the two men had scotch, but my drink was a purple color.
"What is this?" I asked, picking up my own glass in curiosity.
"It's sangria. I think you'll like it." Richa
rd winked at me, and I gave it a taste. It was very sweet with a kick; like a very strong wine cooler.
"I do."
"So, what is it you needed to come here to talk about?" Aaron asked, finishing up his sandwich in a couple of large bites.
I looked between the two of them nervously, unsure if I was ready to spill the beans, but I couldn't keep going on like I had been. "This is really hard for me, but I needed to make something clear to the both of you..." I could feel my hands begin to sweat, which was so not attractive. "I have feelings for you both. It’s different, but it's equal. It’s awful, I know. But I just can’t choose between the two of you. So, I'm here to beg you not to make me."
The silence was hard as Aaron looked between his brother and me. It was like a silent exchange was happening. I could feel the tension in the room, so thick I could have cut it with a knife. I knew it could put a rift between the two of them, but so could choosing just one.
It was Aaron that broke the silence first. "I don’t like it, but I understand it. You've always liked us both, but what is it that you're asking?"
"I think I know," Richard chimed in, looking right at me with those watery, blue eyes of his. It gave me chills. "She wants to know if she can have us both, Aaron."
Aaron put his head in his hands and sighed. It was one of the only times I had seen Aaron in a vulnerable state, and it made my stomach churn with more regret. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I decide?
"We've shared women before," Aaron admitted, picking his face back up out of his hands. "I just didn’t think it would happen with you. Richard, what is your take on this? Do we need to draw up a ménage contract?"
I looked between the two of them in confusion. "A ménage contract?"
Richard looked at me, and I appreciated how he was holding it together. Though, I could see that I had hurt him in a way. I suspected that his visions of him and me were much more beyond having me in his bed the rest of his life, though that would be there too. Richard had been the kind of boy to dream about weddings and a wife just like a girl would. Aaron was more about possessing. There was something to be said for both lives.
"A ménage contract is like a dom-sub contract, but it involves three parties. We've done it before, but we just never had strong feelings for the woman. They were always short-term situations; sometimes only a one-time encounter. I'm guessing it’s not going to be that way with you," Richard explained. I shook my head. If they would let me, I was going to be around until my body fell apart.
Aaron nodded, and Richard stood up, walking towards the stairs. "While I'm doing this, you need to tell him what you told me. You aren’t going to feel safe if he doesn’t know what you've gone through." As usual, Richard was right, and I invited Aaron to come sit next to me while Richard drew up the contract, telling him about my experience with Chad.
"I feel like such an ass, trying to get in your pants like that so quickly now!" he said, sounding frustrated. "Part of me hopes that guy shows his ugly mug around here so I can rearrange his bones a little. I can't believe anyone would do that. I've met some guys who take it too far, but never any that completely abused a woman that way."
"It's fine. I'm here with you guys now, I feel safe." I smiled at him and he pulled me into one of his big bear hugs. I squeezed him tightly, feeling more solid in his arms.
Richard returned with the contract, and I read over it before we all signed. Two bracelets were put around my wrist; a gold one and a rose-gold one, with the brother's initials on them. Anyone in the community who saw them would know I belonged to someone. I was essentially marked, and I had never felt happier about such a thing.
"Do you have a lair?" I asked them, eyes wide with anticipation. I didn’t want to wait to take advantage of our arrangement. I wanted to belong to these two incredibly sexy doms that I had loved for so long.
The two led me down into a basement that looked just like any other basement I had been in; concrete floors, water heater, laundry room, but then they took me to a locked door, and Aaron pulled out a key from his pocket which opened it.
I peeked my head inside and found a room ideal for sexual deviance; a medal pole stretched from floor to ceiling. Drawers held various toys and objects for punishment, and the bed had red satin sheets and handcuffs already hung over the bedpost.
I dared to walk in fully and then lay down on the bed, looking as seductive as possible as I curved my hip up in the air. I beckoned the two of them with my finger and they followed, one of them flipping off the light and shutting the door. There was only a low glow coming from a black light lamp in the corner so that I could still make out their bodies as they began to remove their clothes and then mine.
I laid there like a good little sub as they handcuffed me to the bed.
Their hands slid over me deliciously until they spread my legs wide, one of them holding me there as Richard went to get some toys from the drawer. He had a cat o’ nine tails whip in his hand when he came back and a sinister grin on his face. He let it slide across my sensitive center, tickling me and teasing me along the way. I tried to squirm, but Aaron just held me down harder. Every time I would try to break free, I would get whipped on my outer thigh near my ass cheek, leaving a stinging sensation behind.
I pouted at them, which just prompted more lashings, until finally, they uncuffed me from the bed and brought me up onto my knees on the bed. Richard took his place behind me, yanking my ass against his warm skin. I could feel the tip of his shaft rubbing against my leg.
He reached around me and handcuffed me around Aaron's waist so that his large cock was in my face. They ordered me to put it in my mouth and take it deep. So, I did, getting slapped hard with Richard’s long cock or the whip every time I dared to gag on it.
Aaron began to thrust into my mouth, pounding into the back of my throat as Richard positioned himself right at my entrance.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
I knew I had to answer a certain way, but every time I tried to take Aaron's shaft out of my mouth, my head met with his hand, and he thrust harder. Finally, I got a muffled, "Yes, sir," and I felt Richard plunge deep inside me. He was so long I swear he could have easily reached my stomach.
Instead, he thrust up against my G-spot and impaled my cervix until the pleasure was just too much. I was lost in an exhilarating shock as both men had their way with me.
Chapter 8
***Richard***
Weeks and more passed by in quick succession, and I was living a lie. I was happy to have my ultimate sub every night to pleasure and tease, but I had to share her with my brother. It was weighing heavily on me, and it had gotten in the way of work more than once. There were days when Aaron and I couldn’t even be in the same room without some random explosion. It was the toll loving the same woman took, or rather, sleeping with the same woman. I couldn’t exactly say what my brother felt for her was love. It was more like obsession. It was a feeling many doms developed for their subs. It could often lead to something long-term, but usually not marriage or a family. Even as a dom, those things were in the back of my mind, always.
It was Saturday afternoon when everything began to change for me and the woman I loved. My phone began to ring incessantly, and I tried to ignore it as I let the steamy shower clear my head. But then it just kept buzzing.
I dried my hand and reached out to grab it, seeing that it was Aria. "Hello?" I answered, getting a bad feeling instantly as I heard her tears coming through the receiver before she even spoke a word.
"Richard. I need you to come to me now or send a car, or something. Please. I'm scared, and I need to talk to you." I jumped out of the shower, almost slipping and falling right on my back as I scrambled to get dry and find clothes to put on. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t good. I had to get to her quickly.
"Alright, I will be there in a few minutes. Find a place in the house you feel safe, and stay on the phone with me. Hang on, Aria."
I h
ad never gotten anywhere in Manhattan as fast as I did that day. Somehow, the river of traffic had been parted just for me to reach her in ten minutes flat. I found her cradled up in her pink robe on her bedroom floor. Tear stains streaked her face that I tried to wipe and kiss away before cradling her like a baby and bringing her to the living room and laying her on the couch.
I went to the kitchen and steeped her some tea, trying to make sure she was calm before telling me what was happening. As I brought her a cup full of chamomile, she pointed to something by her front door I hadn’t noticed in my rush to get in there. Both items laying there put me into a state of shock.
The first was a note and a rose left for her from a man named Chad. I knew that was the name of the man who had abused her. It meant he was in town and knew where she was now. I could understand her fear now as I looked between the note and her. The note had gold letters that said very little, only:
See you soon,
Chad.
But the other object was a small white stick that I had only seen on television before, and a little plus sign on it told me that she was pregnant with someone’s child. Whether it was mine or Aaron’s was anyone's guess.
I tried to recover as quickly as possible, knowing she would be looking for a comforting reaction. So, I took a few deep breaths and headed for the trash with the objects, putting them in there without another thought.
I made my way to the couch where I took Aria's head into my lap and began to stroke her hair soothingly. "Aaron and I are both around you all the time now, and I can easily warn the cops about this guy. We're going to keep you safe." Somehow, that problem was easier for me to talk about first. My heart sped up at the thought of a child growing inside of the woman I loved. It could be mine. But it could also be my brother's.
My breath caught in my throat as I dared to place my hand on her lower stomach. "What are we going to do?" she asked, and I assumed she meant about the baby.
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