Killing Time (Ties That Bond Trilogy #1)

by SE Chardou

  No, that wouldn’t do. I didn’t want him rifling through Trésor’s personal effects since I hadn’t closed the boxes the last time I was in there.

  “It’s okay, he can stay but no anal sex for me tonight so you will have to find other ways to use my body to amuse yourself,” I responded before I tackled Rory’s cock with hunger and need again.

  “Oh, I can do that, believe me,” Severin said as he peeled down my jeans and slowly maneuvered me out of them while I continued to pleasure his brother.

  He continued to pinch my nipples as he began to kiss down my back. His hands and fingers halted at my ass and he spread the globes in a provocative manner before I felt the warmth of his mouth against my asshole. He teased me a bit with his tongue before one of his hands slid further down and caressed my clit, tracing the hard nub with circular motions.

  My body responded immediately whether I wanted it to or not. My sex flooded with warm juices and as he slid two fingers into my soaking cunt, I felt heady from all the wonderful sensations. They quickly found my G-spot and he worked his fingers in and out with expert precision. It didn’t take me long to reach my pinnacle but when I did, it was hard to concentrate on orally pleasuring Rory.

  “That’s enough,” my lover said in a voice dripping with sex. “Since you said no anal, Severin will just have to use that beautiful mouth of yours.”

  I smiled in a wicked fashion yet couldn’t believe I allowed this to happen yet again. I vowed never to allow Severin’s hands on my body ever again and here he was, touching me in the most intimate places I’d believed belonged to Rory alone. I was so confused and conflicted yet I decided to go with the flow. I could always discuss it with Rory later on. I still wasn’t sure I was a “sex with multiple partners at the same time” type of woman but it sure felt good at that moment to do something so sinfully decadent.

  I stood on shaky legs before Severin picked me up with little effort and guided us into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, and before I could get comfortable, Rory had spread my legs and gave my clit a ferocious swipe with his hot tongue. I moaned out loud before I bit my lip to silence myself. He loved giving me head and he was more talented than most men. Soon, my whole body became one object and my nerves seemed to be attached to that place of pleasure between my legs.

  Severin climbed on the bed, and from that angle, he straddled my face. It was easy to grab hold of his cock and guide him into my mouth. Though the whole act meant pulling his manhood in a downward angle, he reveled in the pain and the pleasure of my act. He never said a word but I could tell by the tiny tremors that vibrated in his thighs he was close to being on edge.

  Rory stopped pleasuring me just as I was on the verge of yet another orgasm. He got off the bed and went to a drawer where he pulled out our favorite toy, the nipple clamps with a chain like a rosary where a single clamp at the end for my clit. I couldn’t see him but I could hear the clink of metal and then his weight on the bed as he applied the appendages.

  “That should keep you from coming on us prematurely,” Severin said to me before he withdrew his manhood from my mouth and got off the bed.

  Rory slid me over onto my stomach and made me get on my hands and knees. “When you feel her close to orgasm, pull and that should focus her attention.”

  “Thanks but I think I am better at this than you,” Severin replied from somewhere behind me. “I taught you the ropes, remember? I can handle her.”

  “It’s a tag team so that means you don’t get to fuck her until you come but in intervals. Don’t take more than a couple of minutes and then we’ll switch until we come, okay? And also, you can’t come inside her. If she allows you to, you can come on her tits or in her mouth but not inside her, got it?”

  “Okay, fine.”

  “I’m just laying the rules down and remember, no matter how tempting her ass looks, you can’t fuck her there. She said no.”

  “Will you shut the fuck up so I can get started? I’m not an idiot you know. We’re just having a cozy little ménage and nothing else. Very vanilla but I need a little less kink in my life at the moment.”

  I could feel the weight of the bed shift as Severin got behind me and teased my anus with his fingers while he thrust his cock inside me. I gasped at the fullness of him and he waited until I adjusted to his size. For identical twins, I found out the hard way they were not the same size. Severin had an inch on his brother and the feel of him inside me wasn’t the same as when Rory took me.

  He rammed my pussy from behind and I tried not to cry out as every few thrusts, he would pull on the chain and my clit and nipples became alight with fire. It was painfully pleasurable and would leave me sore for days afterwards but it was worth it for the orgasms alone.

  Rory crawled toward me from the front and he grabbed my head as he brought me in for a sensual kiss. Feathery soft and sweet, it turned demanding as his tongue connected with mine before he claimed me.

  He pulled away suddenly. “Go with it, don’t fight it and it’ll feel so much better,” he whispered into my ear.

  I allowed my body to completely relax and just as I started to feel pleasure in the painfully slow strokes in and out of me Severin was doing with his cock, he pulled out and got off the bed.

  Rory turned my body around and he plunged into my depths with such force, I had to brace myself. Though he was initially rough, his touch became soothing and I didn’t feel like he was fucking me as much as he was making love to me; it felt delicious and decadent.

  Severin grabbed me by the back of neck and murmured into my ear, “He’s good, isn’t he? I’m not used to the whole ‘love’ thing as I merely feel a pitiful affection for my slaves but he genuinely cares about you. If you fuck this up then I will come back and fuck you up and believe me, it won’t be pretty.”

  He covered his tracks by nibbling on my ear before his mouth claimed my own. His kiss was different: brutal and passionate at the same time. Our tongues didn’t dance around but rather devoured one another and the delicious taste of his mouth was almost too much to take.

  I don’t know how long we were like that but at one time during our ménage, one of the men removed my clamps and I was allowed to come and it was earth shatteringly beautiful. Afterwards, we rested, a tangle of three naked bodies with me in the middle as neither Rory nor Severin wanted to cuddle one another.

  “Have you two ever . . . you know . . . with each other?” I asked Rory after I assumed Severin had fallen asleep.

  “For the love of Christ, that is just . . . too distasteful to contemplate,” Severin responded out loud. “No, we haven’t. We don’t mind sharing women but no, I don’t want to suck his cock and he doesn’t want to suck mine. Nor do I want to know what my brother feels like. We are identical twins you know. I think we shared enough time together in utero. It has strictly been a ‘share and share alike’ policy but we don’t do anything to one another.”

  “Well, what is this between us?” I inquired. “I’m not good with a poly-amorous relationship—”

  “Relax, you won’t ever be in one,” Severin cut me off. “I have people I am involved with…even if the relationship is a bit one sided but I am very happy with my slaves at the moment. Claudette is gone and the beautiful Ingrid has taken her place. She is absolutely perfect and believe it or not, she and Hans get along quite well.”

  “So, what will this be?”

  Rory turned my face to meet his. “It is what it is, Aurélie. It never has to happen again or you can demand it whenever you like. The whole purpose is for you to get off. It’s not so much about us. I think my brother needs to be . . . reacquainted with an experience that does not revolve around his own pleasure. He likes you—leave it at that.”

  I turned toward Severin and studied him as he glanced back at me. “Do you really like me? I mean, as a person or . . . do you still think I am trying to erase my sister’s memory from your brother’s mind?”

  “What I think doesn’t matter. You make Rory happy and all tha
t other bullshit is none of my concern—”

  “Yes but you did think it was your concern not too long ago. I want to honestly know where I stand with you. I want to be with your brother but if you are constantly going to try to sabotage us then this will never work,” I explained in a rational manner.

  “True but your relationship with my brother doesn’t really affect me, Aurélie. I have to trust Rory’s decisions—he’s a grown man and aware of who he likes and loves. Everything else is incidental. You have my promise I will never interfere in your affair with my brother.”

  I knew he avoided my probing questions on purpose but at the same time, I couldn’t make him answer anything he didn’t want to therefore I let the whole discussion go.

  “Listen, this has been customarily satisfying but I must make a hasty departure. I have a slave at home to train and what not. Thanks again for a good time and I hope you two enjoy the rest of your evening together.”

  Severin slid out of bed, grabbed his clothing and walked out of the bedroom door.

  I wanted to continue the conversation with Rory but when he grabbed me in his embrace and held me in his arms, I melted and all my fears dissipated. We were together, which was all that mattered at the moment.

  Chapter Seventeen

  RORY AND I SAT AT the dining room table in matching, black terry cloth robes and ate dinner.

  It was by candlelight and there were several bottles of Cristal champagne to accompany dinner. I found the food as heady and intoxicating as Rory’s lovemaking or perhaps it was the alcohol. Either way, I loved spending time with him so much it was just as enjoyable to share a meal with him, as it was to be in his bed.

  “Compliments to the chef . . . this is one of the best home cooked meals I have ever had. Thank you.” I smiled and although it must have been outrageously over the top, I couldn’t help myself.

  The smile grew as he grabbed my hand from across the table and held it in his own. “You’re welcome. I realized you’ve cooked for me but I have never made a meal for you until tonight. I know it’s silly and I should know better at our age but I feel like I have to constantly remind you this isn’t just about the sex. I enjoy your company, your mind, your soul and your heart. Sex could never keep me tied to anyone but all the others keep me tied to you and you sharing your body with me is a lovely bonus.”

  “Does this extend to me sharing my body with Severin?” I wondered out loud.

  Rory drained his champagne flute and set it on the table. “No, it doesn’t. He came by earlier after you left and asked if he could join us since he’d been an incomprehensible bastard and he wanted to make it up to you. I told him you would be allowed to make all the rules and if you wanted him to leave, he would have to respect your wishes.

  “I know . . . it is hard for you to understand. How do I share you with another if I am in love with you but . . . to me, sharing you with Severin isn’t so much giving you to another man but allowing you to see another part of myself. We’re identical twins, that is we were conceived from the same egg and the same sperm, which spliced and formed two different people. The bond we share is indescribable. If I could explain this in layman’s terms, I would but there are no words to make you comprehend how close we are and how much we mean to one another.”

  He paused before he continued, “Liebling, what you have accomplished . . . combined with your limited knowledge of this lifestyle in such a short time is amazing. I would be the first to admit it was never my intention to ever be in a relationship with a BDSM novice. It just isn’t done but what exists between us is so much more than the lifestyle and the community.”

  “So, are we in a BDSM relationship or not?” I inquired. “What I really want to know is am I a submissive to your dominant?”

  “Yes and no.” Rory re-filled his champagne flute. “Understand that in most male homosexual relationships, there is no ‘top’ and there is no ‘bottom.’ That is not to say one partner won’t bottom out more than the other but he will be a top also because the relationship is considered equal.

  “A true Dom/sub relationship works much the same. There isn’t a Dom or a sub to the point where it always works that way unless it is a twenty-four-seven arrangement. Ours isn’t. We have sex and often you take the submissive position but tonight, you were the Domme and we were your subs. Did you humiliate us? No, but true submission isn’t about humiliation and you have to understand that.

  “So, to make a long story short, when you want us to indulge with Severin then we can but when you don’t, that is fine and not part of our relationship. I don’t need to involve my brother to get off and if you are not comfortable then he doesn’t need nor will he ever participate ever again.”

  “What about monogamy? Does that ever factor into the relationship?” I sliced off a piece of salmon and chewed before swallowing. “I have always thought it was a bit overrated—monogamy that is—but at the same time, there is a special kind of reassurance to me that a couple cares for deeply for one another when they can swear sexual relations with only one another. Even if it is proven to often be purely an illusion.”

  “I have never been the monogamous type but then again, I have never been in a relationship with a woman who demanded it from me because she was always in the life as well. I practice safe sex when I sleep with someone outside of our union but that hasn’t happened since we have been together . . . officially, I mean. To be honest, I don’t crave anyone but you. I don’t touch my brother during the time we have indulged with him so if anyone has been unfaithful, it is you but that’s purely a technicality. It was something I wanted to happen as much as you and since I was there, I got as much out of watching Severin have sex with you as when I made love to you.”

  I finished the rest of my champagne for liquid courage. “I was going to tell you before everything started between you, Severin and I that I received a phone call from my best friend, Nicole. She said she spoke to you—well, you had to otherwise how did she get an unlisted number you procured for me? The point is now you know the truth and what I never told you about. It was Nicole who ended up with Renaud and I don’t want you to ever hold that against her.

  “She’s a good person and she wants us to have dinner once we settle in Paris. Nikki also told me you two knew one another and she was in a previous relationship with Severin though it certainly doesn’t hold good memories for her. I want you to know I have rekindled our friendship—not that I ever considered anything else other than a friend but . . . I crave her companionship again.”

  Rory finished his food before he wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin. “That’s good to know. I was thinking just my company and your sister’s death might start to drive you off the deep end. I hope you have forgotten that book nonsense since it would be a huge risk you would be taking and threaten all our lives—Nicole’s included.”

  “Yes, I know and I will continue my research but I promise not to share any results or findings with anyone but you,” I lied smoothly.

  “Good. And to answer your question, yes, I do know Nicole quite well. Her mother is German after all and her father, a French industrialist billionaire. Our families are quite close; in fact, her mother is our mother’s second cousin.”

  “So, Severin dated his cousin?”

  “She’s our cousin—three times removed. There isn’t much blood left over and that is hardly considered an incestuous relationship. It is the same with Astrid. I have never had sex with her but Severin has and she is our second cousin. We probably wouldn’t have anything to do with one another if we didn’t share the lifestyle.

  “Our family was a bit strange where outside presences are concerned. Yes, we attended family get-togethers with our grandparents that included children, grandchildren, aunts, and uncles. However, neither one of our parents are all that close to their family. Other than the occasional party to celebrate a birthday, wedding or funeral, my family outside of my parents, siblings and a few close cousins are a mystery to me.

&n
bsp; “Mother was particularly ashamed since her father had a major position in the military during World War II. He had her whilst he was in his late thirties. He was born shortly after World War I but Mother wasn’t born until 1956. It didn’t matter our grandfather was very young and probably stupid enough to fall for what was popular at the time . . . all Mother could think about was the humiliation of having Nazis for parents.

  “She was the eighth child born to Lars and Gertrude Kreutenheimer. Her father was actually part of Operation Valkyrie but it wasn’t discovered by the high- ranking officials he worked for because he hid his involvement very well. After the war, he was treated like every other war criminal and perhaps this made him bitter and turned him into the cold-hearted sadistic son of a bitch he became.”

  I re-filled my fluted champagne glass. “Were you and Severin ever . . . left in his care?”

  “Once, when we were both eight years old. I remember the occasion like it happened yesterday. Seven was being particularly bad and found the old Man’s war medals he kept secretly. Our grandfather was absolutely furious with us when he found us holding his precious medals and we both were taken down to a strange dungeon and whipped with a black leather strap.

  “Our mother found out and Hell hath no fury like an over-protective Mother. She cursed out her father and told him he would never see us again. I remember the old Man smiled and said he was glad because we were both brats who had been ruined by her. ‘You’re a disgrace, Lorelei, and I hate your mother ever gave birth to you.’ Mother cried but she kept her word and we never spent any time in the old Man’s presence again.”

  “Why are you telling me this, Rory?” I wondered after a bout of silence plagued us without preamble.

  “Well, I’m just making conversation, liebling. We should be able to share childhood stories with one another, shouldn’t we? It has nothing to do with the reason why I am into BDSM but every incident that happens in our lives shape us into the people we become, don’t you agree?”