Perfect Design_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Bethany Jadin

  I run my hands down her arms and to her bindings, loving the sight. It’s a small beginning, but it will work to get her acquainted with our tastes. Jude reaches around her hips from behind, unfastening her jeans as she looks up at me.

  Like my brother, I crave complete control of her body, but that’s where our similarities end. He wants to make her beg and plead for release — and I want to make her cry with pain and pleasure. We’re both going to get our way with her tonight.

  Her lips are a beautiful shade of red, and the flush along her neck is just as enticing as she asks, “How do you crave me?”

  Jude pulls at her pants, kneeling as he brings them down her thighs. I watch as my brother exposes more of her skin to me.

  “Like this. Bound tight, being stripped bare — ready for me to do whatever I desire. I want to bury myself in you and forget the world, Emma. We’re going to make you let go of all that tension you’re holding onto. There won’t be any room for it, not once Jude and I are inside you.”

  Her lips tremble, and she leans in for a kiss, but it’s not going down like that. I step back and hold her at arm’s length, inspecting her body. Her jeans disposed of, she’s down to just a tank top and underwear. Jude looks up at me from his knees, the question unspoken. I nod my agreement, and Jude hooks his fingers into Emma’s panties, exposing her completely as he pulls them to her ankles.

  I watch her face, taking delight in her reaction. That’s what I love, right there. The way her teeth nibble into her bottom lip. The way her breasts heave with a heavy breath. I back up further and sit down on the couch, my eyes never leaving hers. She doesn’t move to cover herself, but her eyes follow me curiously.

  I pat my lap and look at her expectantly. It’s time.

  She presses her teeth harder into her bottom lip. I know she’s trying to decide whether I mean for her to sit… or something else. There’s trepidation there, but also longing and arousal. My cock is already aching, and I haven’t even gotten started.

  “You said you trust me, yes?”

  “I do,” she answers.

  “Then get your fucking ass over here, right now,” I say firmly, pointing a finger at my lap.

  Jude’s grip is gentle at the back of her neck, but he uses it to guide her forward. As soon as she’s in reach, I sweep her off her feet and lay her across my lap. Her beautifully naked ass rests over my thighs.

  She tries to prop herself up on her elbows, but Jude shakes his head. “No, sweetheart.” He pulls a short rope from his back pocket and weaves it between her arms, running it around the cloth binding her wrists together, pulling her hands above her head, placing her on full display for me.

  I squeeze one ass cheek then the other. “You put yourself in danger today, honey.”

  The memory of how my stomach fell as she ran down that hall — toward a man with the power to kill her with a single flick of his finger. The resonance of anger and fear spills into my gut, and I raise my hand, descending quickly for a sharp slap on the fleshy mound of her ass.

  Emma gasps with surprise, but fuck me if there isn’t a sensual intake of breath immediately after. The sound has my cock painfully at full mast beneath her, my blood pumping at the sight of her smooth skin turning pink. I strike down on the other cheek, her shoulders tensing and then releasing with the impact as she sucks in another breath of air then lets out a low moan. I need to hold back and not let this overtake me.

  “I had to,” she says. “He was drawing down on you.”

  “I’m fucking talking,” I remind her, striking down again, harder this time, and Emma’s body jolts, only held still by Jude’s restraining hand, the delicious sound of her cry filling my ears. I run a hand softly over the bright red mark, feeling the heat under my palm. “I thought I lost you once. It fucking broke me, Emma. Do you hear me?”

  She nods quickly and takes it quietly this time as I slap down on her other cheek. She turns her face into the cushion of the couch as I grab a handful of flesh. A moan escapes, and her pelvis rotates with need, grinding into my knee.

  I reign down a hard blow on her other ass cheek, and she inhales sharply and rubs her legs together. I can feel the wetness of her arousal soaking into the fabric of my jeans. “I can’t live without you, Emma. It’ll utterly destroy me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispers, her breath raspy. “I love you, Jax.”

  Her words make me swallow hard. Putting strength into the next slap, she rewards me with a beautiful gasp, and it feeds the desires deep inside my core. I want to hear it again. I move to the right ass cheek again and hit hard on the same spot. Emma shouts out with a cry of pleasure, and my cock strains in my jeans.

  “I love you, too, honey.” I rub the hot skin of her ass as she writhes on my lap, rubbing her pussy against me. Goddamn, I’m going to fuck her so good.

  Jude stands, leaving us, but Emma obediently stays in place. I want to keep going, but I hold back, reminding myself to go slow. I know she’ll be able to take it eventually, but for now, I stroke my hand across her ass and then down to her thighs. Muffled cries come from her; it’s finally coming out, some of the release she needs. She sniffs back tears as I run my hand between her legs, and her thighs part.

  “I love you too much,” I tell her, trying to keep the growl at bay. “It scares me. This need — this fucking need. Do you know what you do to me?”

  Emma’s taking in breaths with short gasps as she cries. Tears run down her cheeks, but she lifts her ass, pushing against my hand invitingly. I move my fingers closer and rub her pussy, intoxicated with her wetness. I push a finger inside her, and her slick walls tighten and pulse around me. Her sobs quiet, and her moans grow louder as I withdraw my finger and move to her clit, already swollen with arousal. I massage the sensitive bud, and she lifts her ass further, asking for more.

  I nod at Jude. She’s ready.

  Jude lifts her from my lap, and her tear-stained face is gorgeous, as is the complete submission she offers, clinging to him as he carries her to the center of the room. He sets her down on her feet and retrieves another cloth. He raises it to her head but pauses, waiting for her to confirm she wants to keep going. She nods twice, silently, and he places the cloth against her eyes, tying it behind her head.

  I rise from the couch and join my twin. Blindfolded, she stands before us as we circle around her. Jude removes his jackknife from his pocket, gripping the neck of her tank top and angling the blade down, cutting it off her. He keeps that thing sharp as a razor, and the fabric gives freely. Her muscles clench, fighting the instinct to recoil.

  Her shirt falls to the floor, and Jude trails the flat of the blade over her stomach and around her side as he moves to her back. She draws in a sharp breath at the sensation of the knife against her skin and stiffens further. A little shiver runs through her, and she rubs her thighs together. I can’t resist. I lean forward and slide a hand down her pelvis, running a finger over her clit, watching as her lips part. Goddamn, the things we could do to this woman. With my middle finger, I push inside of Emma just as Jude cuts her bra straps.

  He returns the knife to his pocket and reaches around her, his fingers finding her clit as I work mine inside her. Her thighs tremble, and she tips her head back, the most delicious moan escaping between her lips.

  “Good girl,” Jude tells her. I slip my finger out of her, and he turns her to him, his lips closing on hers. Emma devours his kiss, her need skyrocketing to the surface. She moans for him as he meets her desire, diving into her with hunger.

  But Jude is nothing if not disciplined. He pulls from her after a moment, Emma leaning forward at his abrupt departure, attempting to follow him blindly, but he’s already moved to her side. He dips and lifts her, eliciting a cry of surprise as he cradles her to his chest.

  “Jax. Warm up the honey; it’s in the cabinet left of the fridge. I’m going to get her ready.”

  I watch him carry her down the hall before I head for the kitchen and retrieve the jar of honey. Mov
ing to the sink, I turn on the hot water, letting it reach near-scalding temperature before running the jar underneath it. I rotate the jar slowly, patiently heating the amber contents.

  Hot damn, I never would have foreseen this happening, not before Emma. I’ve been in my share of situations with other men before, but never with my brother. It’d never even occurred to me. And yet, there is something about this dynamic which is exciting me. Jude and I work well together, always have. We often approach a situation from different ends of the spectrum, but there is no doubt we’re a good team.

  I remove the jar and take off the lid to test the contents. I dip a finger in and raise it, letting the hot liquid drip. It flows freely, sugared silk. Perfect. I place my finger in my mouth, sucking the sweet juice off. I know exactly where this honey is going.

  10

  Jax

  I force myself to move at only a walking pace as I enter the room. But fuck me. It’s like Christmas. I draw in a breath through clenched teeth, and all the muscles in my body flex at the sight.

  My kinky ass brother has her arms above her head, still blindfolded, with her bound wrists attached to a rope suspended from the ceiling. She’s stretched out naked, on her tiptoes, her lips parted, waiting as Jude works on laying items out along a table in the corner of his playroom.

  I know he doesn’t come in here much anymore. Hell, I think the damn door has remained locked for years. There’s a part of him that’s always been ashamed of his fantasies, but he sure as fuck doesn’t have any shame right now. He’s been into edge play for as long as I can remember — teasing a woman and denying her the release of an orgasm for as long as possible, extending the bliss to damn near torture level and making that final moment an eruption of intense sensation. And I’m betting that discipline of his has made him a goddamn master at it.

  Me? I can’t hold back, not with Emma. The only way I can deal with my craving for her is to just go for as many orgasms as I can tease out — in every way I can think of. And if I know my brother, there’s plenty of equipment on hand I can use for my own purposes. If Emma decides she likes this arrangement, I might have to bring some of my own toys in here, and we can turn this place into one hell of a hedonistic den.

  I hand the jar of honey off to my brother before moving to inspect what he’s set out, tearing my eyes off Emma to look over the tools and toys. We are of one mind on this part of the equation. The lubricant is high end, and there are butt plugs of varying sizes laid out, ready to prepare her for what’s about to go down. Oh hell, yes. He knows exactly what I’m hungering for.

  I return my attention to the center of the room, watching as Jude dips two fingers into the jar and extends his hand over her without warning, letting the warm liquid dribble over her breasts. The way she cries out while arching into the stream of golden liquid — I clench my fists. I know that temperature is just right — hot enough to cause her body to react, sending blood flowing to the skin where contact is made — heightening her arousal.

  Jude lowers his head, licking the liquid from her skin. “Delicious,” he murmurs.

  Emma twists her lower half, and I know from the way her toes clench and her hips thrust out that she’s aching to be filled. She’s about to get what she wants. I make my selection of a plug, aiming for a graduated model that begins with a conservatively small size.

  I move next to her just as Jude lets another trickle of honey drip down directly on her nipple, and her chin raises and quivers. Depriving her of sight, it was a good call — making her focus on the sensation of his tongue and lips as he sucks her breast.

  Her lips are flushed red as Jude lifts his head, looking down at me as I lower to my knees beside her legs. I point silently at her beautiful pussy, and Jude smiles in agreement. His fingers emerge from the honey jar with an ample amount ready. He reaches down between her legs, applying the warm liquid over her clit.

  Emma cries out the most cock-teasing, high pitched moan as she pulls against her restraints. Jude dips lower, running his fingers between her folds and into her pussy. Her head tips back, and Emma pants, bucking into his thrusts.

  But after a moment, Jude withdraws, leaving her wanting. Her lips pout, and her back arches. “Please, don’t stop,” she begs.

  As I wet the plug with the silky lubricant, I can smell the sweet mixture of honey and her arousal. “Oh, we don’t plan to.”

  Emma startles at my unexpected proximity, and then she jerks again as I move forward, grasping her ass, pulling her pussy to my face. A sigh of contentment escapes her as I run my tongue against her, seeking out all the sweet juice. I place a hand between her legs, encouraging her to open further as I lick. Emma opens her trembling thighs, and I raise one of her legs over my shoulder, helping her balance. Kissing her pussy, I move the plug to between her legs, letting her feel its presence. Her ass tenses and then releases as I lick deeper.

  One hand guiding the plug into place, the other holds onto her hip, pressing my lips tightly as I lick and suck her clit, the mixture of her natural wetness and the sugary liquid combining into one hell of a treat for my tongue. Her hips buck into me, tension roiling through her muscles. I know she’s getting close again, and Jude won’t have that, so I leave her pussy and lick up the hollow of her hip. Her moan is a near sob this time, vocalizing her disappointment at not realizing her release.

  I kiss and nibble until I’m at the sweet spot where her skin stretches over her hip bone. I maneuver the plug in, penetrating her ever so slightly. “Try to relax,” I whisper.

  Emma breathes out, her lips pursed, a concerted effort to ease the tension in her muscles. I feel her ass cheeks unclench, and inch by inch, I push the plug into her. My teeth graze over her skin, and as I set the plug fully, I bite hard. Emma’s ass contracts around the plug, her pelvis pushing into me as I bite down further, until I get that delicious cry of painful arousal from her.

  Knowing I’ve pushed her right back to the edge were Jude wants her, I back away, standing. Jude reaches behind her head, untying the blindfold. He wants her to see what comes next.

  I move around behind her as Jude pulls his shirt over his head. Emma leans back into me, and my hands run up her sides to her breasts. I cup them, my fingers moving to her nipples as Jude rips his belt free.

  She watches Jude strip down as I pinch her nipples, lightly at first then harder when her breathing quickens, her eyes trained on Jude as he pulls his pants off. She arches into me, and I roll and twist my fingers, moving from a gentle touch to a much rougher treatment. That moaning cry of pain and lust I crave emerges from her.

  Fuck, I can’t wait much longer. I move one palm back down her body, sliding it around to her ass as Jude pulls at his boxer briefs. My other hand moves to her neck, squeezing as I inch out the plug from her ass. Her muscles seize, and she strains against my grip, but I insert the plug again, earning a groan as her body bucks.

  Jude moves over to the selection of gear he laid out as my fingers dig into her neck.

  I pull the plug out a few inches and slide it back in, faster this time. She pushes her ass against me, and I repeat the action, earning another moan.

  Tightening my grip on her throat, I bring my mouth to her ear. “Jude’s going to pound that pretty pussy of yours while I fuck your gorgeous ass.”

  “Yes,” she gasps.

  “Tell me you want to take us both inside you at the same time. I want to hear you say it.”

  “I want you both,” she says with labored breath, her voice husky.

  I squeeze her throat harder. “Tell me.”

  Her chest heaves as she strains for air. “I want you both inside me,” she gasps. “Fuck me, please.”

  Jude hears the words, his muscles going taunt at her need. He approaches with a handful of nylon straps and sets about rigging them up through the ceiling hooks and pulls hard, testing them to ensure they’re ready to hold Emma’s weight.

  He holds open the loop of one of the wide straps and looks at Emma. I help lift her, giving h
er slack in the rope she’s suspended from so she can slip a leg into it. Jude slides it up until it’s cradled around her thigh then moves to the second strap. Emma puts her other leg through it, and Jude adjusts it as well.

  Once he’s satisfied with the placement of the straps he steps back, soaking in the sight. “Let me see that sweet pussy,” he commands.

  I move to stand beside Jude as Emma flexes the muscles in her thighs and abdomen. The free-hanging straps swing apart as she opens her legs open to us. Oh fuck, yes. This is going to be perfect for double penetration. My brother’s a goddamn genius.

  Seeing Emma suspended like this, baring her wet pussy to us, ready for the taking, it does me in. I don’t fuck around with the buttons on my shirt, just ripping it to get the damned thing off as quickly as possible. I lift the undershirt over my head, the heat in my body rising as she feasts on the sight of my inked chest and arms.

  I wrench down my pants, needing my hard cock free. Her hands bound and stretched over her head, her legs open to me, her body completely at our mercy — and fucking goddamn, that fierce passion and trust pouring out of her — that beautiful body and mind turned on and needing to be taken. Taken however we please.

  My brother moves between her legs and runs a single finger inside of her, lifting an eyebrow immediately. “Sweetheart. You are so damned tight — and wet. I see we’ve gotten you worked up.”

  He pushes a second finger in and thrusts into her several times, eliciting a series of moans and pants. His thumb moves to her clit as he continues, watching her face intently as he pleasures her, taking her right to the edge of orgasm. As soon as she’s there, he removes his fingers and steps back, causing Emma to whimper.

  She closes her thighs together and wiggles her hips, her hands pulling at her restraints, trying desperately to find that one last stimulation to bring her to climax, but Jude grabs her knees and pulls her legs apart.