He knew he was driving her crazy. Of course, that was his intention all along. For years, she had pulled him along on her leash, and he let her, hoping that one day she would give into him, but she never did. Cupping her with his palm, he watched Macie’s face. She enjoyed his ministrations. Feeling her squirm, he trailed his index finger down her slit. He dragged his finger down toward her tight little asshole. He pressed it against her rose and rubbed over it.
She jumped at the contact.
He removed his finger and knelt between her spread legs. He looked down upon her writhing body. Her breathing had increased, her chest was now heaving. Her nipples were peeked, like tiny little pebbles. Her stomach moved up and down as she breathed quickly. Her hips were in a constant state of motion. She was aroused and ready to come. He had barely touched her, and yet her imagination had taken over. She was expecting her release.
She wanted to come.
With his hands, he separated the bare lips of her pussy. He wasn’t surprised to find her wet little cunt glistening with moisture. With two fingers, he ran them softly over her pussy and into her slit.
Macie gasped softly and said, “Oh yes, fuck me, Matthew.”
He just shook his head, adding a third finger as he pushed deeper. He wasn’t surprised that she assumed it was Matthew. Typically, he left this form of eroticism to his brother. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, he did, but he just preferred the harsher form of torture. Better with whips, floggers, and paddles, he enjoyed the feel of heat rather than the soft, sensual side of sex.
When he removed his hand, Macie bit her bottom lip. Leaning over her once more, he grabbed his aching cock, shoving it hard into her wet cunt. As he was rooted deep, her soft moan filled the room. Trailing his hand up her side, and over her hips, he touched her breast. He moved his hand around her throat and leaned closer to her. He whispered, “Wrong brother.”
Before she could utter a reply, he removed his stiff cock and left the bed, leaving her gasping for more.
* * * *
The beat of the drum was the only sound she could hear. Only she didn’t know if it was the music or her own heart pounding furiously in her chest. She had been having the most wonderful dream, only to realize it wasn’t a dream but real. She had never been touched so sensually before. Her body had come to life in ways she never knew it could. She was so close to her orgasm. She thought when she felt his finger enter her, she had the right brother, but she had been horribly wrong. It wasn’t who she thought, and now he was gone.
He had left her on the bed as if he was never there. Nevertheless, he was there. She could still feel his hands upon her, stroking her, touching her, making her feel alive.
Now she had nothing, no heat, no touch, only cold.
The room was cold.
How had she not notice that before?
She didn’t know what game they were playing. However, she would be ready for them next time. She knew they would come back to her.
They wouldn’t just leave her in this state. Or would they?
* * * *
He watched her from the chaise lounge. Her cheeks were flushed. A soft sheen of sweat covered her body. Her pussy glistened under the lights in the room as she tried desperately to close her legs, giving herself that friction she needed to come.
She was insatiable, always wanting more but never giving it herself. He learned that quickly about her. One of her faults, but he loved her nonetheless. He knew nobody was perfect. Hell, he wasn’t either. The only difference was he knew what he wanted, and she was lying on the bed before him.
Looking at his brother, he nodded.
It had been another ten minutes.
It was time to start again.
Walking over to her, he stood at the head of the bed. He knew she couldn’t see him as he leaned over and gently brushed her lips with his. The moment she tried to take over, he moved back, giving nothing away.
Putting his hand on her wrist, he kissed her palm, her fingers, each one by one. He took her thumb into his mouth. He sucked it softly. Releasing her thumb, he pulled her face into his and kissed her. Her mouth was soft and open. He touched his tongue to hers, swirling into his mouth easily as she sucked his bottom lip. He could feel the heat of her skin, and he gently trailed his hand down her chest, between her breasts, toward her wet pussy. Her skin was warm and glowed under the lights as he stroked her outer lips, feeling the moisture of her body.
She was always wet and ready for them. Always eager for the excitement, the pleasure she knew she was going to receive. They had pampered her when they should have been more forceful. That was their fault. They knew it. They had created something that needed to be mastered before it got out of hand. They were the Dominants. They were in charge. They decided when she would receive pleasure, and they were the ones who could deny it.
Letting go of her lips, he stepped back taking his hand away.
He said nothing, gave her no sign. She once again began to moan and writhe on the bed. She started to speak, but the touch of his finger to her lips stopped her. She tried to move her head away, but a firmer grip on her hair stayed her. His cock was hard and ready. He stroked it, bringing it to its full hardness. He ran his thumb over the slight gush of fluid that gathered at the tip, placing his thumb at her lips. She instantly sucked his thumb into her mouth.
She was eager for more.
Kneeling on the bed, he grabbed her jaw, turning her face toward his cock. With a little pressure, she opened her mouth and licked her lips. Stroking his cock, his hand moved up and down his shaft. He waited, tormenting her, never saying a word. He knew what she wanted. He could read her body. He knew what she craved.
When she extended her tongue rather delicately, he let her lick just the tip of his cock. He let her taste the clear drop of fluid that pooled at the tip of his head. He released his tight hold on her hair. He let the head of his cock slip past her lips. It took everything in him not to groan, but as he felt her tongue swirl around his sensitive head, he literally bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. Mustering up enough self-control, he pulled tighter on her hair. She arched her neck and pulled his cock deep into her mouth. Her mouth widened to take him. Slowly he controlled her movements. She hollowed her cheeks as he pushed deeper into her hot mouth. As he pulled her head up, she gasped for air before he plunged back in.
Her moist mouth heated his shaft as her head went down. The air from the room cooled his wet cock as it came back up. Back and forth, up and down, hot and cold, he moved her head to the beat of the drum, each time shoving his cock to the back of her throat.
Grabbing her head in both of his hands, he pushed her down on the bed. Straddling her head, his hips moved forward reflexively, as his cock slid back into her throat. He held her there, feeling her throat work. He felt her choke a little as she began to struggle.
He pulled back for a moment, and she gasped breath. Giving her a second or two, he pushed her head back down and slid his cock into her mouth again. He loved the gurgling sounds her throat made on him, at the rawness of what he was doing. Macie was helpless before him, naked, her hands and legs bound. Unable to move, she lay there while he fucked her mouth.
It was at that moment, he realized she wasn’t the one surrendering. He was. Pulling out of her mouth was one of the hardest things he had to do, but he did it. He walked away before he came.
“Wait, Andy, don’t go,” he heard her moan. He looked at his brother, now leaning down close to her face. He kissed her mouth once more and whispered, “Wrong brother.”
Her gasp was as clear as the drum. She had picked wrong again. His brother was right. She didn’t know them. He looked up at his brother, who just nodded at him, never saying a thing as he went to sit back down on the chaise lounge.
* * * *
She did it again! How could she pick the wrong brother again? She thought she knew them. Both brothers were very different from one other, but within one night, she started to realize not only did she n
ot know the men she loved, she barely knew herself. They were confusing her, and it was working. For so long, she thought she had each one pegged, from the type of suit they wore to the feel of their kiss. She thought that they were so alike in many ways. Now, she wasn’t so sure. Though Matthew was more dominant and controlling on the outside, in the bedroom he was tender but firm. Andrew was kind and sweet on the outside, and more aggressive and demanding in bed. However, tonight, when she thought she had the right brother, she had been wrong. She felt awful. This wasn’t what she expected. She didn’t know if she could play this game. They were mixing her up on purpose, confusing her, making her rethink everything she knew about them.
She didn’t know how much more she could take.
Her mind swirled with indecision. She couldn’t find her balance. She didn’t like how she was feeling. Her body was wound tight, and yet they had only just begun. What more did they plan to do to her? What was their reasoning for confusing her? She didn’t know.
Why?
She couldn’t figure it out. Why were they denying her the pleasure? She knew they wanted her as much as she wanted them, and yet, when everything was in their grasp, they stopped. They wouldn’t let her find that peace, that euphoric bliss, she craved. She didn’t understand any of this.
This was so unlike them. They weren’t talking to her. Only giving her a piece of themselves, but denying her what she desperately wanted, needed from them. They were holding back, and she didn’t like it one bit. And just as quickly as her body heated up at the prospect of receiving, it cooled from being denied. She was starving for them.
A sob escaped. “Why are you doing this?”
“This is the tunnel of truth, Macie,” she heard Andrew say to her left.
“Within this room, the truth will reveal itself.” Matthew replied to her right.
“What do you want to know? I will tell you. I don’t know if I can do this anymore. You guys are confusing me. I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure. I don’t know if I can take this,” she cried, her chest heaving.
The beat of the drum was driving her crazy. She couldn’t stand the constant thump, thump, thump anymore. She needed to see them, to look into their eyes. Their voices gave nothing away, as if they were impartial to what was happening to her. These were not the men she fell in love with. These men were harsher, more calculating, more devious. These were not the men she wanted or needed.
She didn’t know how long she lay there. Time no longer existed. She couldn’t hear them. She didn’t even know if they were still there. Her only companion was that damn beating drum. She hated that drum, and just when she had managed to get her body and mind under control again, she felt him. Only she could honestly say she didn’t know which one.
They were starting again.
She felt the scraping of a fingernail slowly moving up her legs, to her belly, over her breasts, as it raked her nipples. Instantly her nipples peaked again. Her body heated from his touch. As quickly as it started, it stopped. She tried to control her mind, eliminating all thoughts of who it was, only concentrating on the feel. Her mind tried to differentiate them, catalog the touch to the man, but her body didn’t care.
Instantly, the sharp sting of her breast being smacked made her gasp. This she knew. The bite of pain. She knew who administered the pain. That was one of the things she loved about him, and when he slapped her other breast, she moaned, arching into his touch.
Yet when her mind wanted to cry out his name, something made her stop. What if she was wrong? Could she adequately process the information if she was wrong? Would it confuse her even more? The men she thought she knew her whole life were not what they seemed. It was at that moment, she realized she never really knew them. She assumed she did, and because of it, she realized that for the last year and a half, she had been virtually seeing strangers.
They had given her clues, and she ignored them, thinking she knew what was best. She had made a grave mistake.
The truth had been there all along.
It was Matthew who lovingly held her, giving her the strength and support she needed when she delivered the babies.
It was Andrew who took charge, firmly conducting the birth. It was Andrew who controlled the chaos afterward, when she and Matthew grew concerned.
It was Matthew who tried to ease her worries after she lost Trace. However, it was Andrew who knew she needed time. He insisted his brother let her go. In the room, just an hour ago, though Matthew was angry with her, his anger was a deep hurt, an emotional hurt, and it was Andrew who stayed near the wall, watching never saying anything.
It was Andrew who stood firm. However, more importantly, it wasn’t Matthew who held the black key card to the tunnels. It was Andrew. She only watched Matthew reach back for the card. It was Andrew who gave him the card.
Oh god!
Andrew was the true Master.
Chapter Sixteen
“Master?” she whispered softly. Waiting for him to respond, she tried to get her mind to assimilate everything. Her head was spinning from the revelation. “Master Andrew?”
Instantly the drums stopped.
“Yes, Macie,” he responded, now to her right. Turning her head toward the sound of his voice, she cried. “I’m sorry.”
“For what, my love?”
“For assuming.”
“And what did you assume, my love?” he asked, his voice moving around the room, confusing her more.
“I assumed I knew you, but I honestly didn’t. I only saw what I wanted, and in doing so, I hurt you. I thought it was Matthew who was the strongest amongst you two, but I was wrong. It was you. You stayed. You continued on. I thought you stayed for everyone, but you didn’t. You stayed because of me. I assumed you stayed because of family loyalty, and because of Emma, but you didn’t. You stayed because you loved me. You stayed because you wanted to protect me,” she said, tears falling from her eyes. She knew she couldn’t stop. She had to continue, to get it all out. To clear the air between them, she needed to finish this.
“And, Matthew, I get now why you left. You were scared. You were just a kid and didn’t know what to do. I understand that now. I was scared too when I had the babies. You understood that. That’s why you never left my side. You knew what I was feeling. You felt it, too. I was so wrong about so many things. You came back to try to fix things, and I made it harder on you. I blamed you for a mistake you made as a child, yet I did the same thing. Everything became too much for me. I couldn’t handle it, and I ran, too.”
Her sobs came in earnest now. She couldn’t stop them. Her body was wracked with tremors. Her body shook as she gasped for air. She had hurt him as she thought he had hurt her. Only Matthew’s pain was a child’s pain. Hers was so much more. She knew better. She was an adult, and instead of talking things out, she ran like a child.
She never felt the bed dip as they removed the blindfold. She never felt them as they untied her hands and feet. She only knew that one minute, she was alone on the bed, and next she was in the arms of one of her men while the other lay behind her as he kissed her head and stroked her back.
“People make mistakes all the time, Macie. We’re human. It is what we do with the knowledge of those mistakes that makes us a better person. I left because I was afraid, and that fear kept me from a life I truly wanted. I can’t say I would have eventually come home on my own if it weren’t for the trouble with Emma. But I would like to think I would have. I never expected to find love at my age, but seeing you in that diner that day, you had my heart. I have loved you from that first day when you dumped that plate of food over my head. I will never stop loving you, no matter how ornery and stubborn you get. However, I needed you to see the truth. For so long, you refused to let go of a past that was only a half-truth. You never let me truly explain why I did what I did. You assumed the worst, and when I tried to show you differently, you only saw what you wanted,” Matthew spoke as she cried into his chest. His arms tightened around her, holding h
er tight.
“I’m sorry, Matty. I can let go of the past. I understand now. I made a mistake, too. Please forgive me,” she sobbed.
“Macie, there is nothing to forgive. I love you, honey. Just talk to me next time, okay? I may have been a flight risk in the past, but I’m on solid ground now. Everything I want is here. I’m not going anywhere, ever,” he said, and for the first time since his return, she actually believed him.
“I have always been here, Macie, but you only saw half a man. You never really saw me. You never really looked at me, even when Matthew returned. Your anger toward him drove you toward me. You were so angry at Matty, I was afraid you were only using me to get back at him. Nothing I did would change your mind. Your refusal to even talk to me or spend time with me hurt, but I understood,” Andrew, added softly in that soothing voice of his, the one she came to love and needed when her world turned upside down.
Turning toward him, she looked into his eyes and saw the pain she had caused. It broke her heart to think she had done this to him. Through everything, he had been there for her, as a friend, and then as a lover. He was her rock, someone she knew she could always count on.
“I love you, Andrew Jenkins.”
“You have my heart, Macie May, you always have.” He smiled as he leaned down to softly kiss her lips.
“Where do we go from here?” she asked, sitting up, turning to look at both of her men, if they were still her men. Oh god, she prayed they were.
“We go as we mean to.” Andrew grinned.
“And that means?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.
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