by Diane Leyne
Tomorrow, well, what happened tomorrow would depend upon Lindy. And, one way or another, she’d be back to being the control freak she always was. But for just this once, she wanted to just let go and feel. She wanted to experience what it was like to be looked after, but not worry about making decisions. She’d felt that tug of sexual attraction the moment she’d set eyes on the twins, and she knew they wanted her. For tonight, she’d turn over all control to them and just live in the moment. And if tonight was all she had with them, so be it.
In fact, she realized, the thought that it might only be one night might be a good thing, a freeing thing. If there was no tomorrow, then she could give them everything tonight. She felt the tension leave her body as she made her decision.
“I don’t know if I can give you what you need. Or if I even want to beyond tonight. You are asking for a lot.”
Connor and Liam looked so disappointed that she reached out and put each of her hands on one of theirs.
“But tonight, I want you both. I want to be your woman and your sub. Beyond tonight, I can’t make any promises. I don’t know if I’m ready for any relationship, particularly one as intense as you two need, but as the song goes, ‘We’ve Got Tonight.’ I don’t even know if I’ll be in Seattle after tomorrow. But if that’s enough for you, then, yes, I want to spend the night with you. I want to submit to you both. Tonight.”
Both Connor and Liam’s gazes narrowed at the word “tonight.” They looked at each other in that way that twins did, and both seemed to come to a decision.
“That’s not exactly what we were hoping for, Cin, but we’ll take what we can get,” offered Liam wryly. “But don’t expect us not to try to change your mind about a relationship.”
“I’m sorry. Maybe it would be better if you just took me home.” She felt something like heartbreak at the thought of going home alone, which was crazy since she just met them. But if she couldn’t give them what they wanted, maybe it would be better to end it before it started.
“No, Cin. Please come home with us tonight. We’ll let tomorrow take care of itself.”
Cindy looked from one to the other, their handsome faces intent and anxious as they awaited her final answer. She knew that she couldn’t walk away from them now. They seemed to need her as much as she needed to lose herself in them. She didn’t want to hurt them and maybe she was being selfish, but they’d only known her a few hours. If she left town tomorrow, they might miss her for a few days, but they’d move on. She smiled at them.
“I need to get back to Serena’s in time for lunch with Lindy. I came to Seattle to spend time with her and make amends for being such a crappy sister when we were younger. Nobody can get in the way of that, not even the two of you.”
“Deal.”
Connor buckled his seat belt and started the engine. Liam buckled Cindy in before doing up his own seat belt.
The ride was short, and soon they were pulling up at a small house in the suburbs. Cindy felt unbelievably slutty, in a good way, sitting between two such hot men, with her breasts out, her nipples pebbled so hard they hurt. It was dark in the vehicle, so she knew they couldn’t really see her, and none of the drivers of the cars could see her either as breasts bounced freely, but it was incredibly arousing.
Soon, though, they were stopping in the driveway. They both turned to her.
“Last chance, baby doll. We both live by the motto, ‘start as you mean to go on,’ which means that if you come in with us, you’ll enter as our sub. We are going to fuck you and control you and, if you are a disobedient sub, punish you. You said you’d give us just a night, so we plan on taking full advantage. You can pick safe word. Say that word, and we stop and take you home.”
“What if I just want to slow things down?”
“Not your choice. We expect you to give yourself to us and trust that we’ll take care of you and not push you too far. We’ll test your limits, but we’ll respect them.
“But once you give yourself over to us, your only choice is to end things or to submit to us. Can you handle that? Can you handle being with two dominant men?”
“I can’t make any promises for tomorrow, but tonight I’d very much like to be your sub.”
“And what’s your safe word?”
“I don’t want one.”
Chapter Five
Cindy continued to look straight ahead, but she could feel them staring at her.
“Cindy, do you know what you are saying?” asked Liam. “You would be giving up all power to us. We could do anything we wanted to you…” His voice trailed off as he realized just how much he did want this. The chance to make her theirs without any limitation, with her giving them complete power over her body, made his dick so hard he thought it would burst out of his pants. As it was, he was probably going to have a zipper imprint on it.
“Liam’s right. You don’t know what you are offering.”
“Yes I do. I want to give myself over to you completely. For just one night, I am yours to command and pleasure and punish. Use me, use my body as you wish. I am yours. Tonight.”
The brothers looked at each other.
“Red,” stated Liam flatly. “You don’t know enough about what you are getting yourself into. If it’s too much for you, say red and it all stops.”
Liam saw her start to protest.
“Then we are taking you home right now.”
Cindy looked from one brother to the other and realized that they weren’t going to back down.
“Fine, but I won’t use it, no matter what you do to me.” She glared at them.
Liam laughed and ruffled her hair and then looked across to Connor. “So sweet, so naive. I’m going to enjoy seeing how far I can push her before she eats her words and calls red.”
“I’d rather eat her,” declared Connor, looking down at Cindy and licking his lips with a grin.
Without another word, the men got out of the truck, Liam helping her down from the cab and then leading the way up the front steps, with Connor walking behind her. She felt self-conscious wearing only her bra and panties, breasts hanging out for all to see. It was arousing, too, the thought of getting caught like this.
She looked around quickly. It looked like all of the neighbors’ lights were out and she realized a part of her was disappointed.
Cindy felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter or a prisoner to the gallows as she walked between them. As Liam unlocked and opened the door, she could feel Connor’s body heat, he stood so close behind her.
“The master bedroom is at the top of the stairs,” he whispered into her ear. “First door on the right. There’s a guest bathroom at the top of the stairs on the left. You can freshen up in there. Leave the rest of your clothes in the bathroom and go into the master bedroom. When we come up, we’ll expect you to be kneeling on the rug, waiting for us. You have fifteen minutes.”
“And one more thing,” added Connor. “When we get started, we are Sir or Master. And you will not speak unless asked a direct question. Do you understand?”
Cindy nodded.
“Excuse me?” asked Connor. “What was that?”
“Uh, yes I understand, Sir?”
“Very good. Now get going. You have fourteen minutes left.”
* * * *
Cindy hurried up the stairs and into the bathroom. She freshened up and then checked her watch. Ten minutes left. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked flushed, and her eyes glittered with desire. She wanted them. She needed them. The thought of, even if just for a few hours, just giving herself over to them, letting them make all the decisions, sounded like heaven. And if they decided to punish her, well, that appealed to her, too. Part of her decision to go overseas, if she was honest with herself, was about self-punishment. But it hadn’t worked. Maybe if Connor and Liam punished her, spanked her, paddled her, she would feel better.
She removed her bra and panties and laid them in a neat pile on the side of the sink. Her breasts were swollen and throbbi
ng, and she could feel the moisture seeping from her pussy. She wanted them more than she’d ever wanted a man. The idea of being with both of them thrilled her and scared her in equal parts. They were beautiful and strong and sexy, and she wondered just what it was they saw in her.
She examined her reflection. Her once-lustrous blond hair had darkened as she aged, but she’d always spent a fortune to get it lightened and cut at the most exclusive salon in town. Now it was a dark sandy color and stood up in tufts from the self-administered haircuts she’d been giving herself because long hair was just too much trouble where she’d been living.
And she could see the bones in her clavicle sticking out far too prominently. She checked her side. The wound had healed to the point that it was barely noticeable. It was two small puckered circles of flesh, the entrance and exit wounds. She could probably get a plastic surgeon to make them even less noticeable. The old Cindy probably would have. The new Cindy looked on them as a badge of honor.
One minute.
She took a deep breath, suddenly terrified. What if they didn’t want her when they saw her skinny frame? They didn’t seem to mind her breasts in the darkened truck, but what about in the bedroom? What if she wasn’t enough for them? They had used to be fuller before she lost the weight, but they were still a reasonable B cup.
Well, too late now, she told herself, and flung open the bathroom door. She scurried across the hall and opened the bedroom door. There was light from the two bedside lamps, so she could see the room. It was huge, with the biggest bed she had ever seen. At the foot of the bed was an old-time trunk. The dresser and the night tables looked similar to the trunk, with dark wood and brass. In the middle of the room was a thick fluffy area rug with a pillow sitting in the middle. Clearly this was where she was supposed to be waiting.
She hesitated. Was she doing the right thing? Lindy had been sweet to her at the party, but it might be different tomorrow when she confessed what she’d done.
Slowly Cindy walked over to the pillow and knelt. This might be her only night with Connor and Liam. She was going to make the most of it.
* * * *
Downstairs, Liam paced, waiting. Connor had dashed upstairs after they heard the bathroom door close to set the pillow out, and now was back downstairs sitting on the couch, his foot tapping, watching the clock, waiting for the fifteen minutes to be up.
“I can’t believe she didn’t want a safe word.” Liam’s tone was worried.
“Maybe she just wants us so bad. We are quite a catch,” suggested Connor, but his tone wasn’t his usual optimistic one. He sighed. “There’s something going on with her. It’s like, I don’t know, like she wants to experience it all in one night because there won’t be a second night.”
“Yeah, I didn’t like her talk about only committing to a single night. Usually isn’t it the women who want more and the men who hesitate? Did we come on too strongly and freak her out?” he worried.
“Nah, Liam. I thought that, too, but she was turned on in the truck. And we gave her tons of chances to back out. We even offered to woo her slowly, but she’s the one who wants to go a hundred miles an hour tonight. No safe word. I don’t think I’ve ever played with a sub without a safe word.”
“Me neither, Con, and even if she didn’t want it, we’re making sure that she knows that she can say red if she needs to. And I think we should give her the option of using yellow to slow things down if she needs to.”
“Ya. I’m with you, Liam. She may not think she needs safe words but what kind of Doms would we be if we took advantage of her experience. But what does it mean that she didn’t want a safety net? Even experienced players use safe words. And she says she’s never submitted to a Dom before, but from the little we’ve interacted with her, she’s a natural submissive. She clearly responded to being told what to do. She was turned on when we talked dirty to her. Why one night? That’s bothering me.”
“Then, Con, when we have her at our mercy, we’ll order her to explain herself or face punishment.”
“How should we play this?”
“She said she wanted to experience the full measure of what being our sub would be like, so I say we go for it and give her what she asked for.”
“But what if we frighten her off for good?” Liam was worried. He liked the thought of bending her to his will, but what if it was too much too soon?
“We’ll remind her of her safe words, but tonight may be all we have with her, our only chance to win her over. I think we have to use every trick in our Dom playbook to give her a sexual experience so intense, so overwhelming that she can’t help but want to come back for more. We need to get her addicted to the pleasure only we can give her.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Together, they looked at the clock. It was time to lay claim to their sub.
* * * *
Moments later when they entered the bedroom, they saw her kneeling on the pillow they’d left for her, her knees spread wide, her hands palm up on her thighs, her eyes downcast. Connor felt his cock leap in his pants and his breathing speed up. She was beautiful, but too thin. They’d have to feed her up. They were both demanding and insatiable, and she’d need her strength to keep up with them.
Silently, they circled her.
Cindy kept her eyes downcast. From their movements, she could tell that they were removing their shirts, and she could see that their feet were bare, but they left their pants on as they moved around her.
“Stand up. I want to examine my property.” It was Connor at his most demanding, pausing in front of her. Liam took his place behind her. Cindy scrambled to her feet and snuck a look at his expression before lowering her eyes quickly. She looked up under her lashes at his muscular torso. There wasn’t an ounce of spare fat. With her eyes, she traced the line of muscle down his torso. She tried to avoid looking at the erection straining at his pants, but it was impossible not to stare. Involuntarily, her hand reached out to touch him.
She jumped at the smack on her butt.
“Did I say you could touch me?” he demanded. “Liam?”
She felt Liam wrap a leather cuff around one wrist and then the other, making sure they were snug but not tight before securing her wrists together behind her. This caused her to bend slightly in the upper body, pushing her breasts toward Connor. Liam then ran his hands lightly up and down her sides before settling on her butt. She could feel his cock pressing against her through his pants.
Connor reached out one hand and tweaked a nipple.
“Look at me, sub.
“Tonight, you have given yourself over to us to use as we please. And we will use you and push your limits. You have chosen not to have a safe word, so we gave you one. If it is too much for you, just say red. And I know we said differently in the truck, but if you get overwhelmed and just need us to slow it down, say yellow. Do you understand?
“Answer us, sub. You are in a very vulnerable position. You could say no, and we could gag you if we get tired of listening to you. You could struggle, and we’d just restrain you while we fuck you, but we are kind and merciful Doms and have given you two safe words.
“What do you have to say for yourself, sub, to show your appreciation for our thoughtfulness and concern for you?”
“Thank you, Masters. They are not necessary, but I appreciate your concern.”
“It is not your place to decide what is necessary, sub. I can see you are going to need a lot of training in what it means to submit.”
“Yes, Master.” Cindy lowered her eyes, a part of her thrilled that they were so concerned for her well-being and a part of her disappointed that they had insisted on safe words. She was worried that if things got intense she’d safe word out of fear of fully submitting to them. The ability to slow things down by using yellow bothered her. She was normally a control freak, and she could see herself using the word yellow to keep control instead of letting go. She didn’t want that safety net, but it made her feel comforted, too. They were goo
d men she was with.
“Oh, and if you think you can use the word yellow to top from the bottom, forget it unless you don’t want to be able to sit comfortably for a week.”
Cindy looked up at Connor, shocked. Had he read her mind?
He just smirked at her. Did she think he was a novice at this? He looked over her shoulder at Liam and his brother grinned back at him.
“The examination will now continue. You are not to speak. You may express your pleasure. In fact, we want to hear your sounds of desire, but you will not speak.”
One of Liam’s hands, which had been caressing her butt, slipped between legs as he used his foot to nudge her feet apart. She felt him slide one finger inside her and bit back a groan of pleasure. It had been a long time, but she was so wet, he penetrated her easily.
“Damn, Connor. She’s fucking tight.”
“Let me feel for myself.” Connor, holding Cindy’s gaze, slipped one hand between her spread legs, slipping a finger into her pussy. Her knees nearly gave out on her. It was the most decadent thing ever. She had two fingers in her pussy, and they belonged to two different men. She closed her eyes and leaned back onto Liam’s shoulder. She groaned and then quivered as their fingers worked their way in and out of her tight channel, stretching her. One of them added a second finger, and this time, her knees did buckle for a second before she braced herself.
“I think she likes this. And she’s damned wet already. I think she likes getting fingered by two men.” Connor reached out and tweaked her nipple again with his left hand, while his right hand continued to move inside her. His thumb had changed position slightly to rub her clit as his fingers moved in and out.