“You and I both know that the mainstream population has placed a stigma on BDSM, not to mention on the ménage lifestyle as well. We’re lucky that Kennedy recognized what was taking place and gave her a crumb to follow.”
Becca’s eyelashes fluttered, indicating she was about to wake up. Lane turned and reached for the water bottle. Unscrewing it with his teeth, he spit out the top over the side of the bed and brought the bottle down to her lips.
“Becca, I need you to take a sip,” Lane instructed softly. Her lips automatically closed over the opening, giving him a glimpse of what she’d look like with them wrapped around his cock. He suppressed a moan as she swallowed. “That’s a good girl.”
Replacing the bottle on his nightstand, Lane turned back to focus on Becca. He stroked her arm lightly, giving her time to adjust to the land of the living. Her green eyes suddenly latched onto his and she smiled. What a beautiful sight.
“Hey there.”
“Hey, yourself,” Becca replied, her voice scratchy. “Did I fall asleep?”
“More or less.”
Lane chuckled as she tucked her head back into his neck. He pulled her close, relishing in the aftercare he was giving her. He never felt closer to a woman than at this moment, and to have it be with someone like Becca made it all the more special. She was capturing his heart. Lane hadn’t realized how scary that would be until this moment.
“How are you feeling?”
“Really, really, really good,” Becca murmured, snuggling against him like a small kitten.
She tilted her face up to his and he couldn’t resist. Lane captured her lips, savoring her taste. Her lips softened under his, a similar feel to that of a woman’s labia against his mouth. He used the tip of his tongue to caress the inside of her lower lip. Lane captured her moan and tangled his fingers in her hair to angle her head so he could deepen their kiss. He couldn’t get enough.
“My turn.”
Lane hadn’t felt the bed dip, so Ross’s voice came as a surprise. He released Becca’s lips, seeing that she immediately turned her head, seeking out Ross’s kiss. To know that she wanted both of them set him afire and when he watched his brother kiss her, it was if she were still kissing him.
“She needs a bite of chocolate,” Lane said in a hoarse voice.
Clearing his throat, he reached behind him and broke off a chunk of chocolate. Ross already had his hand out and took the morsel from his fingers, setting it directly on her tongue. Becca lay back in between them, closing her eyes and looking as if she were savoring the taste.
“Did I tell you that I’m really glad I signed that contract?” Becca opened her eyes and gave a small smile. “An orgasm and chocolate. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“I’m not hearing a title come off of your lips, Rebecca,” Lane said, reminding her that they were still in the bedroom. Ross coughed to cover up a laugh, as he saw the same thing Lane did in Becca’s eyes—a little bit of shock and a ton of arousal. “The chocolate is to get some sugar into your system, while the water is to hydrate you. We still have the rest of the evening to enjoy.”
Becca was already shaking her head and trying to bury herself in the pillow underneath her head. Had she really just denied them? Lane reached out and grabbed a hold of her nipple, pinching and giving it a hard tug. She cried out, her hand automatically covering his. Lane relished the job ahead, knowing they would be teaching and correcting her for a long time to come. His cock had hardened with the first whip of his wrist and had only managed to become more so with her insolence.
“We were giving you loving aftercare that should have lasted far longer than this. Do you need another lesson, Rebecca?”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir, it’s just that I’m tired and—”
“And only your needs matter?” Lane asked, pressing harder on her nipple.
“No, Sir, that’s not what I meant,” Becca pleaded, her hand now grasping at his.
“Release my hand.” Lane waited until she’d slipped her hand off of his, only to grip the sheet that had fallen around her waist. “Good girl. Now, I think it’s time that you show me how much you appreciate the orgasm you were given earlier.”
Lane slowly released his grip on her nipple and rolled onto his back, placing his arms behind his head. Ross silently got off the bed. His brother knew there had been a slight change of plans regarding the swing, but it would be there for tomorrow evening after their business dinner with Carl Brookstern. Becca didn’t know it yet, but she’d be joining them.
“Situate yourself on your knees in between my legs, with your arms clasped behind your back.” Lane paused in his instructions until Becca had followed his orders. Once she was where he wanted her, he nodded to his brother. Ross came up from behind and locked her cuffs together, similar to the way they were earlier this evening. He took in her features, noticing her dilated pupils and the way her breasts moved up and down with each breath she took. Her one nipple looked a little swollen from her previous reprimand. Perfect. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and held it straight up for her. “Now, I want you to put your ass in the air while you lean down and suck my cock.”
Lane could actually hear the air leave her lungs in reaction to his command, but she didn’t hesitate this time around. When her moist lips closed around his cock, he had to squeeze the base of his shaft in order to keep from coming. There were things that needed to be done before he could seek his release, and her training took precedence. He briefly wondered what her reaction would be when she realized what her true punishment would be for interfering with her aftercare.
“Ross, make sure her ankles are attached to the spreader bar before you start.”
Chapter Seventeen
Becca hadn’t meant to spoil such a tender moment with them. It was the first time they’d kissed her, touched her, caressed her—and basically made her feel cherished. She wanted that moment back, but if finally being able to taste Lane was her punishment, then so be it.
It was a little awkward, having her hands locked behind her while trying to suck his cock, but his musky flavor more than made up for it. A drop of pre-cum had glided out of his slit. His thick cream coated her tongue, giving her a sample of what was to come. Lane’s cock was wide, so she had to stretch her lips to accommodate him. Wanting him to have the same rush of release that he’d given her earlier, Becca clumsily tried to raise her head and bring it back down over his shaft. She’d never been that good at giving head.
“Spread your knees farther apart,” Ross ordered, crawling up behind her.
Becca gracelessly scooted her knees apart, but that made it harder to control her movements. She must look like an idiot with all of her finagling. What she would have given to be good at this and make them proud. Lane’s free hand, the one that wasn’t holding up his cock, tangled into her hair. He’d locked her into place.
“Run your tongue around my tip. Don’t swallow your saliva and allow it to be your tool.”
She’d started to do as Lane instructed when she felt something being secured to each ankle. It was the spreader bar that Ross was placing on her, but she still wasn’t sure why. What she did know was that couldn’t close her legs to keep pressure on her clit. Even with her previous orgasm, her pussy was clamoring for another one. It felt good when she’d been able to rub her legs together.
“Concentrate on me, Rebecca,” Lane instructed. How was she to do that when her balance was off? And what was Ross doing behind her? “Take me deeper.”
Becca didn’t have a choice as Lane’s grip lowered her mouth over his cock. As his tip touched the back of her throat, she felt Ross’s finger glide across her clit. She tried to bring her legs together as her nub felt raw from having been hit with the crop earlier, but the metal bar attached to her ankles prevented her from closing them.
“It’s just a touch of balm,” Ross explained. “Stop trying to move your hips. I’m putting it on and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Be
cca was grateful to Ross that he was applying a soothing ointment on her clit, but couldn’t he understand how sensitive she was after having an orgasm? The tightening on her scalp brought her attention back to Lane. He’d pulled her head back up, only to bring her down again. This time, he went a little deeper and she could feel her gag reflex kick in.
“Relax your throat, Rebecca,” Lane said, not allowing her to move. “Breathe through your nose.”
She tried to do as he asked, but she felt a momentary panic at not being able to suck air into her lungs. Right before she started to struggle against her restraints, Lane pulled her head back. Then did it again. This time, she lasted a little longer before he drew back on her hair. Becca’s clit was getting a tad bit warm and again, when she went to draw her legs together and couldn’t, her pussy quivered.
“Are you feeling it yet?” Ross asked. “You’d be surprised what a dollop of topical gel can do. Your pussy seems to love it.”
He gently pushed his finger inside her waiting pussy. Ross’s movements were so slow that Becca tried to push back against him. Lane’s grip on her hair prevented her and even made her move farther away by bringing her mouth back down over his cock. With every thrust, Ross’s finger was propelled into her hot, wet sheath. She needed him to touch her clit. It now felt swollen and hard—aching and tingling.
“You’re wavering from your task, Rebecca. Do you want to please me?” Becca flicked her tongue over Lane’s slit in answer, capturing more of his essence. But didn’t they realize how hard this was for her? Even now, she could feel Ross adding another finger and rubbing the walls of her pussy and ignoring her clit. It was such a torturous yet exquisite feeling that Becca wasn’t sure what she felt. “Concentrate on me alone. Your pussy now belongs to us, and as such, Ross can do what he pleases with it. Under no circumstances are you allowed to come from this moment on without our permission.”
Becca must have heard him wrong. The ache between her folds had become too intense, and she felt a sob come over her uncontrollably. Ross withdrew his finger and that was when she heard a wrapper being torn. Thank God, he was finally going to fuck her. She’d come the minute he entered her, with or without their permission. With renewed efforts, Becca tightened her lips around Lane’s cock. She’d keep him preoccupied while she gained enjoyment—he’d never know.
“That’s right, suck harder. Take me deeper, Rebecca.”
As Lane lowered her head, she relaxed her throat as much as she was able to. Ross chose that moment to place his tip at her entrance, and ever so slowly he breached her entrance. As her pussy wrapped around his cock, her clit started to tingle. Why wasn’t he going faster? The other times that she’d made love, the men were much more eager to bury themselves in her. She needed that now. God, she needed someone to touch her clit, anyone.
“More,” Lane said, pushing his cock farther down her throat. This time, he’d gone a little too far, but it stemmed her need to gag. He couldn’t prevent a groan and somehow, that excited her even more. “Good girl.”
Unable to prevent herself, Becca tried to move her hips. Ross clasped a hand on her right side, holding her in place. While Lane continued to maneuver her mouth, Ross took total control of her pussy. She was totally at their mercy, but what they didn’t know was that with each plunge of Ross’s cock, she came closer to reaching that pinnacle. Just a few more strokes, and Becca knew she’d get what she needed.
“Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca,” Ross said, letting her name roll over his tongue in a tsk, tsk type of manner. There was no way he could know. It was impossible. “Your body is so responsive. I can feel your pussy quivering around my dick. And as we know, orgasm denial is a great training tool for you. Will you ever interfere with our aftercare of you?”
Becca moaned around Lane’s cock, feeling his shaft swell.
“I didn’t quite hear you.” Ross drew back, only to gradually sink back into her. Her clit now felt like it was going to explode. What the hell had he put on it? If she agreed that she’d never interfere again, would he permit her to come? She moaned louder, trying to give him her answer. “I’m glad you agree.”
“Swallow, Rebecca,” Lane ordered, as he withdrew to the tip and filled her mouth to the limit with his nectar. He exploded onto her taste buds and she drank his load from him, delighting in knowing she’d pleased him. The entrance to her pussy was being stretched, indicating that Ross had reached his release as well. They really weren’t going to allow her to come again, even though she had agreed to never interfere with their aftercare. Didn’t they know that she relished in their care and that it hadn’t been her intention to disrupt it? As Lane pulled away from her mouth and Ross pulled out of her pussy, Becca knew she’d already learned her lesson. It was going to be a long night.
* * * *
“This is becoming a habit.”
Lane waited for Becca to turn around before walking over to her. He’d been watching her for a while, wondering what she was thinking as she looked at the city streets below. She’d pulled her strawberry blonde hair back with a tie, displaying the way her neck gracefully arched when she tilted her head. Her emerald green eyes softened when they landed on him, granting him the knowledge that she liked these middle-of-the-night interludes.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Becca whispered, trying to peer around him.
“Ross is still sleeping,” Lane replied, holding out his hand. “Sit with me a while.”
Becca took his hand and he led her over to the couch, where he made himself comfortable. Once she was seated, he kept pulling her hand until Becca was lying on the couch, with her head in his lap. As he pulled out her hair tie and ran his fingers through her hair, she looked up at him in question.
“What? Is it a crime to want a few minutes alone with you, without the hustle of our daily life?”
“No,” Becca said, shaking her head, “but you don’t strike me as the type of man to take time-outs.”
Lane laughed softly as he continued to stroke her hair. “Isn’t that one of the perks to a new relationship? Being surprised?”
“I suppose.” Becca shifted her shoulders, making herself a little more comfortable. “Is that how you see us? As being in a new relationship?”
“I heard what you said to Ross the other night, about you thinking that a piece of paper is what is binding us.” Lane wrapped a strand around his finger, rubbing his thumb against the satiny feel. “Does it really matter how a relationship starts? Isn’t the vital part in making it work?”
“I suppose,” Becca replied, sliding her bent knees down on the couch. As she did, her robe parted, revealing her creamy thighs. Lane couldn’t help but look, admiring her beauty. “Are you…happy with me so far?”
Lane brought his other hand up to smooth out the soft lines around her troubled eyes. What could he say to alleviate her fears? Was signing the annex to the contract not enough to prove that he and Ross felt that this was the beginning of something long-term?
“Becca, the real question is whether you are happy. But I will play along with you and say that, yes, we are. You’ve added something to our lives that has been missing and, as I said before, you surprise us often.”
“What was your childhood like?”
Her question threw him, for he usually wasn’t asked that question by a sub. But she was becoming more than that, wasn’t she? Lane thought back to when he and Ross were children, the memories causing him to smile.
“We were rotten.” His comment elicited a laugh from Becca. “Being fraternal twins, I was the oldest and never let Ross forget it either. Throughout our college years, I think I spent more time trying to keep Ross’s ass out of jail than I did on my studies.”
“Why isn’t that too hard to imagine?” Becca asked, although he could see he eyes droop a little bit from her lack of sleep of late. He kept stroking her hair.
“It was just my luck that it was my ass he saved from having our parents have to come and bail me out. I had had too much to drink afte
r finals in our second year and ended up passed out on the roof of the girls’ dorm. The resident assistant called the police, but Ross pushed me off the side before they got there. I walked around looking like a cat’s scratching post from where the pricks had ripped my face and hands apart, but I was just grateful I hadn’t broken my neck.”
Becca’s smile lit her face up and he found himself wanting to tell her more outlandish adventures from when they were younger. Seeing her light up at something so simple, yet so meaningful to him, meant more to him than anything. He continued to talk until she fell asleep. He couldn’t bring himself to move her back to bed, so he settled himself deeper into the leather cushion. He truly hoped that she would continue to let her inner self shine through and not portray what she thought they wanted to see. If life had taught him anything, it was that happiness only came when one was true to oneself.
Chapter Eighteen
“We aren’t at home, so keep your eyes downcast and only speak when spoken to.”
Becca nodded her head in understanding as Lane and Ross led her up the stairs of an older, majestic building located about a mile away from their penthouse suite. They were about to enter a club called Crown Point, although the members often referred to it as just “The Point.” The week had passed in a blink of an eye, and here they were on a Friday night after having endeavored to close a deal at an upscale restaurant with a new investor—Lane and Ross called it a work in progress. Ross helped her out of the vehicle as Lane went around to speak with the driver, whom now Becca knew to be Jimmy.
“You look lovely this evening, by the way,” Ross said, placing his hand on her lower back as they entered the building and ascended the stairs. Lane followed behind them, as the staircase was rather small. “It’s a shame that you’ll have to remove your dress once we enter, although we know you’ll look sensational in what you’re wearing underneath.”
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