by Tilly Greene
"Well..."
The words he'd been about to speak froze in his throat. She was naked, only she wasn't. The dark yet sheer undergarment lifted her breasts up, presenting them for his pleasure. He thought the nipples were beautiful, pink and hard, ready for attention. Slowly he slid his gaze down, past her belly button to her tidy blonde curls covering her mound. Whatever it was she wore under the dress stopped a few inches below her cunt, leaving her thigh bare until the black leather boots started.
"You are fucking sexy."
"Thank you."
"Put your foot up on the toilet.” As soon as she brought her leg up, he could see her lower lips were already plumped and a little dewy. “Are you wet Liana? Are you eager for what tonight will bring?"
"Yes! I haven't come since the Depravity Dance."
"You will tonight.” While he spoke, he reached down and released his cock from its woolen prison. Stepping close, pressing his hard-on to her, he laid his lips against hers. “Put your arms around my neck and don't let go."
With his other hand on her thigh, he helped her wrap it around him. He almost lost his mind as she squeezed him close. Thorn kept his eyes open, watching her. He took a step closer, placing her back on the wall as he pushed his cock inside her soft heat.
The effort he used to hold back and slowly possess her left him breathing hard against her lips. She swiped her tongue out along her lips, why he didn't know, but she managed to tease it over his and he lost his grip.
"Hold on."
Placing his hands on the wall beside her head, he pounded in and out of her grip, while she panted and moaned. Thorn knew she was aware of where they were, but like him, cared more about releasing the sexual tension in her body than whoever might hear them fucking.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!” She chanted as she came.
He grunted and moaned against her lips, accepting her exclamations of pleasure in return. Soft gentle hands cradled his head, and held his lips to hers.
Thorn wanted more but would take this moment with her because there was much more coming his way later.
Before he could back away, her tight channel squeezed him, over and over, pulling him further inside her. There was no way he could deny her focused attention. He felt the seed churning in his balls, shoot out from the tip and spray against the walls of her cunt. Marking her as his.
He pressed his lips firmly against hers and sealed their breath together.
They pulled apart when someone lightly tapped on the door. He slid his cock out of her gently beating hold and set her leg back on the ground. After using some toilet paper to wipe himself off, he stuffed his hard dick back in his pants, and handed her some paper to use as well. He wouldn't allow her to clean up the next time, he wanted to see his seed slipping from her cunt.
Leaning forward Thorn softly kissed her.
"Shall we?"
She nodded as he reached out and unlocked the door. Pushing it open, he prepared to give a fierce look to whoever interrupted them and ended up smiling.
"James."
"We'll be just a moment.” He'd been turned on, knowing what they were doing up here. After having paid the bill, he'd come upstairs, heard them fucking and wanted her immediately too, more than he ever had another before. Putting his hands on her hips, he walked them back into the bathroom. Impatient because he knew what they'd been doing, he didn't bother to unwrap her dress. After he unbuttoned his trousers, he slid his hands under her dress to push her skirt out of the way and grabbed hold of her ass. Lifting her up, her arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his hips. He thrust into her cunt, hard, taking her breath away.
"How did you know—no panties—"
"My brother wouldn't have allowed you to keep any on.” James repeatedly thrust, faster and faster, quickly throwing her right back up the ladder to climax.
"Yes!"
"There you go, baby, reach for it."
"Uh!” She grunted in his ear while he nibbled on her neck. A gentle scent of roses teased his nose as he feasted on her soft flesh. He was about to come, but couldn't, not without Liana. Shifting one of his hands, he pressed a finger to her back rose. With his next thrust, he pushed her onto his finger, and kept her there as he slammed in and out of her tight pussy.
When he added another digit, she came, taking him along with her.
His mind was spinning so quickly, he felt as if he was falling. Wanting to have her breath be his next, he kissed her with care. He pushed against her, wanted to be even closer to her and couldn't in the small closet of a room.
"Let's go home so we can get naked."
"Sounds perfect."
They had a little more time to pull themselves together, but didn't dally. Once they were both reasonably put back together, they left the ladies room and washed their hands before heading downstairs to meet up with Thorn.
Calling out another thanks to their server, they left the restaurant and made their way down the covered arcade. They explained how they lived on the square, with houses next door to each other. In less than five minutes, they stood before James's door. He unlocked it and stood back for Liana and his brother to enter before him.
"Are you ready, Liana?” He asked when he shut the door behind him.
"Definitely. The ladies’ room only managed to remind me of what I've been missing."
"Good. First, give us your stop word.” Thorn put his hands on her waist and nibbled on her ear as he spoke.
"Oh, we're going to...” She stammered with nervousness and was unable to finish her thought. Not because she thought they'd hurt her, but more for the reason that she wondered what would happen next.
"Shhh, we'll start slow, see how you like it before we move on. First thing's first, we need a word you don't normally say to bring everything to an immediate stop.” James stepped more fully behind her, effectively sandwiching her between them, easing any fears she may have.
"Dali."
"Dali? As in the artist?” Thorn pulled away from her neck and looked at her with surprise in his eyes.
"Yes. His work never did much for me personally. If I 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 later the 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 Armand 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 the appreciation his hard-on was bestowing on them by 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 h
is 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 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, look 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 spent together and how they have slowly, very slowly, shown her a few of the more interesting qualities of 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 thought 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, som
ething 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, 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.
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.