by Lora Ann
The man in question entered as if he knew we were talking about him. I smiled and stood up. “About time I go check on Even.” I bent down to kiss Keeley on the cheek and whispered, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She actually choked on her water. Laughing, I left the room.
I found E staring out the sunroom window. Lost in thought, he hadn’t heard my approach. I grazed his shoulder and suddenly found myself trapped beneath him on the floor with an, “Oomph.” He pinned my wrists above my head. The quicksilver heat that met my eyes was panty melting. “Oh,” I gasped as he began to devour my mouth. His tongue was forceful and deliciously wicked, thrusting it in and out, much like he did with his cock when we fucked. His knee was between my thighs, rubbing along my desperate sex. The little purple sundress was at an indecent position when we heard Tar cough. Crap! E leaned in so only I could hear him. “Don’t you fucking move.” I nodded and let him deal with the interruption. As E went up on his knees, straddling my hips, he tugged my dress into place. I folded my hands across my stomach and watched him stand, not quite as graceful as he once was but still fluid in the motion. Keeley eyed me with a smirk. I winked back and listened as my breathing began to regulate.
“You two taking off?” E inquired.
Tar replied, “We need to get settled into the hotel.”
Before I could argue, E offered, “There’s plenty of room here.”
Tar hid the chuckle well as he responded, “You need your space.”
E grinned. “I hear the ‘bullshit’ in your tone.”
“Yup.” Tar wasn’t denying anything.
I really did like him more and more. Holding my sister’s gaze, “How’s dinner sound?” I asked.
She smiled. “Eight o’clock work for you?”
“Sure does. We’ll meet you in the lobby. You staying at The Strand?”
Tar put his hand at the small of her back leading Keeley towards the door. Over her shoulder she replied, “Of course.”
The door closed behind them and I watched as E sauntered over bolting it so no one could enter, key or no key. I was on my elbows when he turned. His gait was now predatory as he came towards me. “Did I say you could move?”
My eyes went to his bare feet and then slowly traveled up his magnificent body, holding an extra second or two at the straining erection he was sporting. Eventually I met his desire laden eyes with a, “No, Sir.”
With his big toe, he trailed up my dress until my pink, lace panties met his regard. Said toe was now beneath the elastic and easing into my aching sex. A sexy tilt to his head, he withdrew his foot and looked down at it. “You’re wet, baby.” I glanced at his feet. Indeed I was. My glistening juice covered the toe that’d just been inside me. He brought it to my mouth. “Suck.”
Following the order on a moan, I moved my tongue along the top like I usually did on his cock. He removed his toe from my mouth and fell to his knees straddling my shoulders. My gaze met his as I licked my lips. “Put your dick in my mouth.”
His brows rose to his hairline. “Ah, sweetness. You are a naughty girl.” He tugged his cock free of the sweats, no underwear, and began to stroke himself. On instinct I raised my head. His other hand went to my forehead where he pushed me to the floor and held me firmly. Directing the crown of his dick along my cheek, he demanded, “You will not open your mouth until I say.” I nodded my compliance, which brought an arrogant smirk to his lips. “You may answer me.”
I fought hard not to call him bastard. Although I meant it with no heat, curiosity had me wanting to obey. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” he purred, tracing my jaw, nose, and throat with his dripping cock.
Every time he said that I wanted to give him more of me. His hold on my head didn’t hurt as E rubbed himself across my lips. I ached to lick him but waited for his command. “Hands above your head.” Releasing his grip on my forehead, he dropped that hand to my chin where he pulled down, opening my mouth. “Keep your tongue off me,” he groaned, fisting himself over me. More pre-cum leaked and the salty taste brought forth a deep moan from me. His eyes closed as he stroked harder, faster until hot semen spurted in my mouth. “Swallow.” I did as directed.
His hands moved to the bodice of the dress as he repositioned himself over my torso. He tugged the bra and top of the sundress down underneath my breasts, and then began to coat my nipples with what was left of his cum. He slid himself over every inch and in between my cleavage. “Your tits feel amazing on my dick.” He spanked my nipple with his thick cock.
“Oh my, God!”
He stilled, reaching back with his hand, and delivered a loud smack to my sex. I arched up wanting more—so much more. “That’s the way you wanna play?” My lust filled eyes met his as I bit down on my lip. “Bring your knees up. Yes, just like that. Now open them wide for me.” The next swat was heavy and directly on my swollen clit. Again, my teeth sunk into my bottom lip. I was now gripping the legs of a chair conveniently located above my head. “Ah shit, sweetness. You’re fucking drenched.” The hand that had spanked me was now smearing my wetness with his between my breasts. Slowly, he began to fuck them, pausing every few strokes to deliver a smack right on my hot button. His rhythm increased until he ordered, “Come!” My body obeyed as the last swat was the hardest and gave me exactly what I craved. Screaming his name as the orgasm rocked me, and he once more came all over my boobs. His mouth was on mine as I rode the aftershocks of one of the most intense climaxes yet. I really was marrying the god of sex.
We both panted as our hearts raced. He slid along my body before standing and offering me his hand to assist me. Once I was directly in front of him, he seized me again, lips, tongues, teeth, fucking one another. His hand went under my thigh bringing my waiting sex in direct contact with his. My eyes widened just before he entered me. With every ounce of effort I could find in me, I pushed him back from my body. His, “Holy fuck,” said it all.
“We really aren’t going to make it to the honeymoon if that happens again,” I pointed out.
He raked his hair and stepped away from me. “We can do it. We’ll just be more careful, set some limits.”
I grinned. “You want to write another contract.”
He grabbed my hand and began walking towards the den. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Chapter Five
E
I tossed a throw at Lacey as we went over to the desk to write out our limits until the wedding night. “Shit, søta, you’re too damn beautiful. And that…” pointing at the blanket barely covering her “…thing can’t cover you up.”
Her gorgeous deep blue eyes looked down, taking in what I was saying. A breathtaking blush covered her cheeks. “Not like it’s easy standing here looking at your magnificent body.”
My cock twitched. “Ah, fuck a duck. How the hell is this going to work?”
“Let’s take showers and then meet back here fully clothed?”
“Good idea.”
Once clean and dressed for dinner, I made my way back to the den and poured myself a drink, waiting. Didn’t take Lacey long to join me. Though I could tell she’d tried very hard not to wear something seductive, the long dress she wore followed her amazing curves. Her dancer’s body was fantastic to look at in anything. Wasn’t Lacey’s fault that every single time I gazed at her, I wanted her naked and writhing in pleasure. I sauntered over to where she stood, nervously running her palms along her hips. Stilling her hands, I chastely kissed the side of her mouth. “Stop fidgeting. You look beautiful.”
Our gazes met as she lightly stroked my jaw. “So do you.”
I chuckled at that and assisted her to the chair in front of the desk. I pulled up the word doc and turned the laptop towards her. “Ladies first,” I drawled and, once more, admired just how stunning she truly was.
“If you keep looking at me like that, E, I won’t be responsible for my actions,” she admitted.
“Type,” I commanded.
By the time we had agreed on the terms, I
was ready to say fuck it and take her right there on my desk. Our agreement consisted of oral pleasure, hand jobs, and self-gratification only with the other’s permission. No intercourse and no using toys until we had said our vows. We could tie each other up but nothing more. A realization hit me. The more Lacey insisted on Domming me, the more turned on I got. Curiosity to see just what she had in her made me want to throw her over my shoulder and ensure she never left that bedroom clothed until our wedding day.
“It’s time to meet Keeley and Tar,” she said, pulling me from my fantasy.
I adjusted my hard-on before standing and meeting her on the other side of the desk.
*****
The hotel restaurant was actually five stars and not one of those over classy places. In other words, a tie was not required. Stupidity wasn’t something I suffered from, so I knew Nik had somehow made sure the dress attire was flexible. Tar and I both ordered steaks with baked potatoes. The girls decided to share two different dishes. Keeley’s was chicken and Lacey’s seafood. We settled in with cocktails in hand and began to chat. I hadn’t missed that Keeley was drinking club soda with lime. Other than the bubbles, one couldn’t tell the difference between hers and my vodka. Smart girl. Yet something else about her bothered me. Unsure of what that was. She was troubled, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what had her upset. Lacey and she had an odd connection. Or, maybe it was normal for all twins to have it. Whatever it was, she had picked up on Keeley’s distress too. Her glances of worry were shot my way every now and then. I’d just inclined my head towards her, giving the unspoken sign that I would see what could be learned from Tar. “How long did it take you to catch up with Keeley when you arrived in California?”
“Ah, you timelining?”
“Busted.”
“She had nearly twenty-four hours off the grid,” he confessed.
“Fuck.”
“Hey look,” he nodded, “I understand if you no longer want me on this job.”
I leveled a look at him and inquired, “You need off this assignment?” His regard landed squarely on the woman in question. I saw something twinkle in his eyes. “Shit. You didn’t?”
His stare met mine, hard. “Neither here nor there, my man.”
“Fair enough. But hear me loud and clear, break her heart and I break you.”
Tar grinned. “I’d hope so.”
By this time Lacey and Keeley were now paying attention to our conversation, so Tar began to question about my injuries. “I need the powder room,” Lacey announced.
I grabbed her hand and brought it to my mouth. “We’ll finish talking about it before you return,” I declared.
A sad smile ghosted Lacey’s lips as Keeley joined her in the ladies’ room.
“Sorry, man. Had no clue she was that sensitive to the subject.”
“’S alright. She just doesn’t like to think about how intimate my dance was with the angel of death.”
“Can’t fucking blame her,” Tar affirmed.
“I don’t. Let me get this out quickly. Some dumbshit decided to play target practice with staff and patients at the hospital. In order for Nik to take him down, I offered myself as the sacrificial lamb. And well, pretty sure you’ve see the results.”
“Holy fuck, E. No wonder your lady has a tough time with it.”
“Yup. I’m busting my ass to get my body back in time for our wedding. But each time I think I’m winning, something sets me back again.”
Tar nodded. “Yeah, PT sucks monkey balls.”
“Damn straight.”
“I think I can assist.”
“Really? My brothers are offering to help out.”
“Marital arts are great but I may be able to push your endurance, which is what you need.”
“Roger that.”
The girls had rejoined us so we casually shifted the discussion. Afterwards, we decided to call it a night. Truth was, I’d pushed myself hard that day and rest was required. Lucky for me, Lacey could read that in my eyes. Then again, it could be the pain she noticed. Whatever it was I had been grateful for her observance. As we headed towards the exit, Tar hollered out, “See you at O-six-hundred.”
“Be prepared to have your ass handed to you,” I chided.
“Affirmative,” he softly chuckled.
*****
I must’ve fallen asleep on the drive back to the penthouse. Problem with that, how the hell did I end up on my bed? Lacey wouldn’t have been able to carry my heavy ass. Deep voices could be heard down the hall. After I’d taken a much needed piss and brushed my teeth, I went to see who all was there. Lacey greeted me with a huge smile and a cup of coffee. She kissed my cheek. “Morning.”
I locked my hand on her waist and pulled her in for a more aggressive lip lock. Alex laughed, “You’d think he was getting married soon.”
Nik rasped out, “He’s always horny. Nothin’ new there.”
Another hard peck on Lacey’s sweet mouth and I replied, “Yo, smartasses, care to back your shit up.”
Nik met me toe-to-toe. “Bring it, lil’ brother.”
I took purposeful strides towards the home gym and dojo. “Follow me, fuckers.”
Alex could be heard down the hall. “Excuse me, ladies, while I go teach that little shit some manners.”
Feminine giggles erupted as I was greeted by Tar standing in the center of the mats. Nik closed the door and Alex hit the hardcore workout music on the sound system. The warrior like tune was perfect. I damn sure was fighting an epic battle. They all took turns helping me warm-up my muscles before the real work began. My body was revolting with all it had, yet the desire to push harder, further, faster drove me on. An hour into it Tar and Nik demanded we take a breather. Resistance was on the tip of my tongue but Alex silenced it with, “Listen, E. Hurt yourself more and you won’t be in any condition to have the honeymoon you want.”
I took a healthy swig from the bottle of water and nodded. Bastard was right. Wiping my face with a towel, we continued for another hour. I attempted to walk out of the gym when my damn lungs began to rebel. Needless to say that ended what had been a fucking fantastic workout. Nik helped me sit up as Alex grabbed a few more towels. Meanwhile, Tar was right there giving me sharp blows between my shoulder blades. He instructed, “Cough it up, man.”
Alex queried, “So it’s best if he does that? Doc told us he wasn’t supposed to.”
“Fuck that,” Tar imparted, “You can pussyfoot if you want. Or, you can take it like a man and get that shit up and out.”
Nik chuckled low and dark. “Spit it up. I’m sick of worrying over your ass.”
God…damn it hurt like a motherfucker, but if I could work this shit out, I would.
Lacey came running in and then stopped abruptly. Her hands went to her hips as she took in the scene. “Just what are you all doing to him?”
Without apology Tar answered, “Getting him better so you have a husband who can properly make love to you.”
She was pissed, but that didn’t stop the blush rising along her neck and face. Reaching up, I snagged one of her hands and yanked. Her natural ability to make anything look graceful kicked in as she landed on my lap. Everyone stilled as I leaned into her ear and whispered, “I wanna Dom the fuck out of you, baby. Please. Let them help me get my body back.”
She held on to my face. “You hurt yourself more in any way and I will kick your ass myself.”
There were a few coughs and a chuckle as Tar responded, “Seems that saucy trait runs deep in these sisters.”
Nik’s laugh boomed as Alex replied, “Hell, I just thought all women knew how to flip that switch at will.”
Lacey shot each man a ‘fuck you’ look as she stood. On her way out of the gym, she affirmed, “Yes, we all have an inner bitch and know just how to use her at any given moment.”
Tar whistled, “You do have your hands full, my man.”
I raked a hand through my sweat soaked hair. “Wouldn’t want it any other way, bro.”
“Ditto,” Nik answered.
“Exactly,” Alex added.
Chapter Six
Lacey
“Damn man is going to push himself too hard and end up back in the hospital,” I grumbled, entering the living room.
Aimee looked at me with concern. “They’re all hardheaded.”
“Pretty sure I’m marrying the most stubborn one.”
Sofie and Aimee began laughing.
Keeley wrapped her arm around me. “Lace, I’m not sure any one of them is more of an ass than the other.”
At that I began to chortle too. Renée glanced at me over the rim of her glass of orange juice. I locked eyes with her. “What are you thinking?”
Her sly grin spoke volumes. “You need to show him just who has the control in your relationship.”
“And I suppose you can teach me that?”
“If you’d like to be taught.”
I bit my lip and stared at all of my sisters. “You all joining me?”
“Hell yes,” they replied.
The door was locked as we each of us took a comfortable seat and watched Madam Renée pull out a few spanking tools from her large Louie Vuitton purse. Keeley ran eager fingers over the flogger. Aimee was enticed by the riding crop as Sofie’s wide eyes were fixated on the whip. Holy shit! Wasn’t that I was unfamiliar with any of these. A large wall at the club in the dungeon had those as well as belts, canes, and cat o’ nine tails neatly arranged for your pleasure/pain of choice. Fascinated by Renée, I mentally took notes. She grabbed the remote and Christina Aguliera’s “Not Myself Tonight” began playing through the speakers. Appropriate on many levels. She then dimmed the lighting, setting the mood. Her adorable Dolce and Gabbana black suit had an enticing leather and lace bustier underneath. Never had I been into women, but her breasts were perfect enough one had to stop and simply appreciate such assets.