say Dali, we need to stop." "Okay." "Let's go upstairs and get some cuffs on you." "Oh my…"
Chapter Four
"Fucking hell! She's done it again!" James dashed into his brother's room, waking him from a sound sleep. Thorn leaned up on his elbow and blinked at his twin. "What?" "Liana! She's left, without a note or waking either one of us. I bet she even walked back to her place even though we've forbidden it."
Sitting up, Thorn rubbed his hands over his face, scrubbing the sleep from his brain as well. "It's the stress of the show." "I know, but it isn't right for her to sneak out when she's supposed to be staying here." James came over and flung himself back along the foot of the bed. "Do you know I've yet to wake her up in the morning by slipping inside her pussy and slowly fucking her till her eyes open. I want this so bad I can taste it."
"In two days the show opens to the media and two weeks laterthe public comes in. She's nervous."
"No way. Remember how she handled the strike threatening full-stop production of her forms? What a firecracker." Neither man could hold back the smile as they each remembered how wild their loving had been once the items had all been delivered to the museum with time to spare.
"Well, I made an appointment with Cristal this morning to pick up the things we had her create for Liana. And Jacques confirmed the bench will be delivered today, what do you say we ramp things up and help our lover work off some of her tension?"
"Perfect." James looked pleased with what his brother told him, and completely uncaring of his hard-on standing at attention. He put his hands beneath his head and looked up at the ceiling. "If I remember correctly she'll be coming over here straight from work tonight for dinner."
Thorn leaned back against his headboard and closed his eyes, allowing his mind to drift to the blonde who was driving them nuts. It's been a month of pleasure, both in and out of bed, and he wanted, no needed, more of and from her.
"We have only about three months before her show closes and she leaves." There was a hint of annoyance and something else drifting along his whispered words he didn't want to recognize. "I know." "It's not nearly enough time for all I want." "No, it's not." The brothers' were silent as they each thought about their lover. Decisions were going to have to be made, and soon.
"Come on, let's get started, we have some things to get ready for tonight."
Once dressed, while James went in to the office, Thorn visited their friend Cristal in her studio. Later, his last stop before heading home to accept their special delivery, he stopped by the basement offices of the Grand Palais.
"Hello. Mr. Thornton Michaud here to see Miss. Trudeau." He knew from Liana about this woman's attitude and decided to give her a little tweak on his lover's behalf.
" Oh, oui." The young receptionist slipped out from behind her desk and over to a closed door. Looking at him surreptitiously, she knocked sharply on the panel and stepped in to the office, closing it behind her. Less than ten seconds later, the door popped back open and Liana came out. "Hi! I wasn't expecting you." "Good, it's a surprise visit, mon amour. Do you have a
couple of minutes?" "Of course, come in." The receptionist stepped out as Liana moved back and allowed him room to come into her cluttered space. "Sorry about all the mess, it's—"
"Shhh, take it easy," he stood in front of her while closing the door. "You're very busy, I know but you should be warned you have a serious problem on your hands."
"What? What's wrong?" Looking over his shoulder, her blue eyes dashed around her office, landing on various piles before coming back to his with a bit of panic lighting them.
"You left the house without waking one of us to take you home." "Oh, yes, but you were both sound asleep and—" "—you promised not to do that anymore." She stepped up, wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest, right over his heart. He held her close, whispering nonsense in her ear to give her the strength she needed at the moment. It didn't take long for his body to focus on her in his arms, rather than comforting her. He was angry with himself, but all thoughts of kicking his own ass dispelled with her softly spoken plea. "I've been a bad girl. Will you and James punish me?" "Yes, we're going to have to teach you the proper way
to act when spending the night with your lovers." "Okay." She looked up at him and smiled. "Naughty minx." Thorn leaned down and lightly kissed her on the lips as his hands slipped down to cup her derrière. When he pulled away, she looked beautiful with a soft, sensual, glimmer in her eyes. He couldn't help himself, he moved back in and gave her a quick kiss, accompanied by a tap to the ass. With a laugh he opened the door and left.
Because he knew she watched him from her office doorway, he threw a wicked smile over his shoulder with a parting shot. "Don't be late." "I won't." Before she closed her door, Liana noticed the shocked
look on the snooty, young receptionist's face. Humph. Yes, it's all true, she had the gorgeous Michaud brothers in her bed and wouldn't have it any other way. As she'd feared, her heart had entered the fray and she was tired of trying to put some distance between them in order to protect herself. For now, they wanted her, and she'd give them whatever they wanted, for as long as they wanted.
Looking around her office, she knew there were many last minute things to see too, and if she wanted to spend some quality time with the guys tonight, not worrying about what sat undone on her desk, she needed to get them done.
Moving back around her desk, she sat down and got busy. Phone calls were made and returned, e-mails dashed off, and even went upstairs to check a few things on the exhibition floor itself. When the clock landed on seven, she was ready to leave. With a little more office work tomorrow and another walk through the show, she'd feel ready for the media and eventually public.
For the past month, the Michaud brothers contracted the Mercedes and driver to meet her outside her office with the instructions he take her wherever she needed. The routine quickly settled in to her being driven home so she could freshen up and then over to one of their homes for dinner and more than just your regular dessert. Simply put, Thorn and James pampered her and she loved every moment of their attention.
Leaning her head back against the plush seat of the car, Liana closed her eyes as she thought about their time together and how they have slowly, very slowly, shown her a few of the more interesting qualities of both the dominant and sub relationship and bondage. She knew there was much more to BDSM than she'd sampled with the brothers, but she felt comfortable with all the dabbling they'd done. The dominating aspects, she now understood were a natural part of their personalities. She really liked this quality about them, especially when they demanded she suck on one of their cocks or present her ass to the other. It was all very erotic and made their sex lives always fulfilling and freeing.
However, there was something about the two men that made her think they were holding a part of themselves back. Liana couldn't put her finger on the what or why, it was a feeling, and having grown to know even more about them, she felt it was for her sake, not theirs. Stopped in the early evening traffic found in the Marais section of the city, she realized and admitted to herself at least one thing they had given her during their time together other than multiple orgasms. Their specific manner of loving caused her to become addicted to the power she felt when they played their games. They may be the ones giving the orders, but even in a submissive position, she held them and their pleasure in the palm of her hands. This was one of the most intense feelings she has ever experienced.
Liana crossed her legs to ease the throbbing already building between them at the thought of her men. She knew there was no doubt she found the most delight when bound and helpless to their ministrations. Being blindfolded worked two ways on her. Sometimes she enjoyed the unknown quality it added and other times it was frustrating because she wanted to see them as they gave her pleasure. There'd been no gags or plugs, but again, she'd written them down on her list and voiced an interest in both.
One thing she hadn't th
ought she'd enjoy was being spanked and how wrong her perception of what it would feel like was. Oh, she'd had lovers, including Thorn and James, give her ass a few light taps while having sex, but not so hard handprints remained. She wanted to take it a step further and feel a man's palm strike her rump with purpose. If this afternoon she'd read Thorn right, she'll have her ass reddened tonight and was looking forward to the experience. Then again, they could have planned a romantic night in front of a roaring fire. If she'd learned anything since the Depravity Dance it was that the Michaud brothers followed their own path and never did the expected.
"We're here, mademoiselle." The driver spoke softly as he pulled up in front of their houses. She wasn't entirely sure which one she was supposed to go in tonight, but wasn't worried.
She collected her bag and slid out of the backseat, thanking the man as he held the door for her and stepped up onto the sidewalk.
"I understand dinner is to be served in Monsieur Thorn's this evening."
"Thank you." She smiled, wondering if her momentary confusion had been obvious.
Walking over to Thorn's door, she rang the bell. Within a minute, she heard footsteps on the stairs leading down to the entry foyer.
"Hello, my kitten." James pressed a kiss to her lips before he stepped behind her and helped her remove her coat. "Mon chaton, come in out of the cold and get comfortable." Once the item was placed on a hook next to Thorn's, he reached out and took hold of her bag to carry upstairs. "Mmmm, something smells lovely." "We have a fabulous meal planned. Are you hungry?" "Yes, I forgot to eat lunch today." Thorn came out of the kitchen and pulled her close. She fed from their energy and strength, it managed to both soothe her frayed nerves as well as stave off the desire to collapse into a heap on the couch and play the slug. "How was today?" "Better after you stopped by. I think I'm ready, or at
least almost ready." "Well, tonight we've made plans to help alleviate any residual tension or stress you might be feeling. This way you'll know you're ready."
"Bring it on." Laughing at resorting to using such trite words, she admitted to herself she'd take any help she could get to appear in control on media night.
"Wonderful, now strip." Thorn stood back with his arms crossed over his chest, matched by James off to the side and behind the couch. "What?" "Clothes off, now." His tone was serious, and as her gaze bounced between them, she couldn't find a hint of humor on either of their faces. Did she want this tonight? The answer was right there on the tip of her tongue before the question had been fully formed. Yes, definitely, this was exactly what she wanted—to be mastered, tamed, by these two men.
Under their watchful gazes, she stepped out of her shoes, pulled her sweater off and her skirt down to pool around her feet. Standing there in nothing else but a pair of stockings, bra and panties, she took a moment to look at them and saw exactly what she'd needed to see. Already their cocks tented their trousers and there was matching glints of lust in their eyes. Pleased with the results of her disrobing, she reached around her back, unhooked her bra and let the straps fall to her fingertips, then to the ground. Bending over at her waist, she used her fingers to drag her panties down and stepped out of them along with her shoes.
Knowing how much they liked her in only her stockings, she waited to hear one of them tell her to leave them on, but there was only silence. Lifting her leg up, she rested one foot on the couch, slowly slid the silken item down, pushed it off her toes, and finally let it fall to rest atop her clothes. The same was done for the next stocking, until she stood before them completely bare and totally turned on.
"Tonight you'll wear only what we give you, eat what we offer you, and take your pleasure from however we choose to give it to you."
Nodding her head, Liana felt her pussy tighten in excitement. James came around to her side, picked her up and followed Thorn into his office. Stopping in front of the grand desk, he set her on her feet and took a step back beside his brother. "Present your tits to us, mon coeur." They'd played like this before and she really liked it. Standing with her feet spread apart, she placed her hands under each breast, cupped the large balls of flesh and lifted them up and out. The tight nipples sat out over the edge of her fingers, allowing space for her men to play at will. It was moments like this she felt like a sex kitten, eager to please and be pleased.
Neither man came forward, nor did they look away from her face. Had she forgotten to do something? She couldn't think of anything and was about to ask when James came up and started to pinch one tip. Bliss and lust instantly raced through her body at his touch. As her eyelids started to slip close, Thorn stepped up, put a finger under her chin and brought her gaze over to his.
"No, Liana, we have something very important to tell you, so listen well. There will be no more sneaking out of the house while we sleep." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him hand something to his brother. "Only one of us can take these off you."
With a surprised gasp, her eyes widened as she felt something being tightened around her nipple. There was a little weight to whatever it was and a delightful pinch. Despite the temptation to see what was on her breast, she kept her gaze locked on Thorn's hazel eyes. She bit her lip in a bid to remain quiet while a similar item was added to her other breast.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw James bend over with his tongue sticking out. Her mouth opened wide, eager to speak, only instead a smiled bloomed when she heard a delicate tinkling from bells. She loved the sound they made. The jingle always seemed to fill her with joy and made her feel happy and carefree. "Ooo, they sound quite delicious, can I see them?" "In a minute, there's another piece to complete the set." Thorn looked pleased but there still wasn't a smile on his lips. Suddenly, like a curtain opening and bringing light to a room, she finally realized how her leaving and walking home on her own had really bothered them. She was honest enough with herself to admit it hadn't been on purpose or to gain attention, merely she was a capable woman who needed to reaffirm her independence. This way, when they weren't around, she was still able to do for herself. She felt bad for asserting herself in a way that had worried them and was about to apologize when one of them sent her bells ringing and brought her back to the present. "Another?" "Yes, turn around and put your hands on the desk." "Oh." Doing what he said didn't take away the temptation to peek at what they had put on her. Of course, she knew there were bells, they softly rang out with her movements, but she was curious about how they looked.
One of them stepped up close, pressing their trouser covered cock against her from behind. They used their feet to spread her legs further apart before leaning over her back and changing her position. She was splayed almost flat across the large surface before they moved away. Her breasts didn't make it to the surface, instead, they were free to sway and jingle at will.
There was nothing behind the desk to hold her attention, although it didn't matter because she was focused on her body and what they were going to do next. Slowly a finger slid down her crease and circled her rose. She could feel the cool lubricant being traced along the path. On the third pass, the tip paused and pushed for entrance.
"Hmmm." The digit kept a steady rhythm, in and out, depositing more lubricant down the channel.
"Okay, now push out, there, there, a little more, perfect. And again…" Beads, four in total filled her ass. The first one in was smaller than the last and little space separated each ball. They were fused onto what felt like a solid rod of steel that continued on after the last sphere. Like the bells, it was a little cool, but also very slick. There was obviously a handle on the end because one of the boys started to turn the toy around in her ass, spinning and screwing it in until only the handhold remained barely visible between her cheeks.
"Lovely." She liked this very much and found it hard to not swivel her hips, enticing one of them to thrust their cocks inside her pussy and release some of her pent up need.
Suddenly there were more bells ringing, slapping against her thighs as she shimmied aro
und. "Please, I beg you, let me see." "Go ahead and walk around the room." She stood up and turned around, looking at the guys, and knew, whatever she had on, she was keeping them on. The Michaud brothers looked like ravenous beasts that hadn't been fed in months.
Liana walked away from the desk, taking a path between them, and kept going to the doorway. She turned around and started back, stopping here and there to bask in the pleasure their gifts built inside her. At one point, she bent over and looked between her legs to see what was swinging back there like a tail.
"They're beautiful." She stood up and held up one of her breasts so she could see those bells as well. They matched what she'd seen swinging freely from her ass. On an elegant silver chain was a multitude of mini silver bells and balls on various lengths of chains tracing down the length. "Remember, only we can take these off you." Walking up to them, pressing her naked body close to their fully clothed ones, Liana thanked them for the jewelry.
" Merci, I love them and the music they make as I move."
As one big hand moved around to cover her belly, she slipped away. Looking over her shoulder she asked what was utmost on her mind. "Shall we fuck?" "No, it's time for an aperitif in the living room." Thorn
offered with a wicked smile. "But first…" He came over, kneeled before her, and looked up at her as he slid two fingers into her pussy and teased his big thumb over her clit.
"Oh yes." This was what she wanted. Widening her stance, she put her hands on his head, hoping he'd lean a little closer and take the hard kernel between his teeth. James came up behind her, pressing against her rear and pushed the toy a little deeper in her ass while teasing the bells dripping from her nipples. "Eager, aren't you, mon chaton." "Um-hmmm." "We'll fuck soon." Before he finished speaking Thorn had clipped the end of her bell-covered chain to her nub drawing an immediate gasp of surprise from her, as well as ramping her lust up even further. "Uhhh!" "That's right, it can either swing free or follow your split down and back up to your clit. The chain traces your body fairly well, but there is enough slack so it won't ride too far up between your pussy lips. If it does then the bells won't ring, and we want to know where you are at all times."
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