by Iva Britt
She looked up at me, and I could see two things behind her eyes; fear and longing. Every fantasy I’d ever had about Aria ran through my head at that moment, and I wondered if they just might be possible. She was my ultimate sub; sweet, beautiful, and broken. I liked to build women up, and this was a woman I could see myself building up for the rest of my life.
“You and Aaron, you’re doms?” she asked through her drying tears.
I nodded. “But we aren’t like that. We treat women with respect. I swear to you I would never do anything like that to anyone, especially to you.” I kissed her forehead, and that seemed to calm her down.
“Do you have a sub, Richard?” she asked. I shook my head. I actually didn’t, and with her back in town, I was glad I didn’t. “Good.”
Chapter 5
***Aaron***
I pulled up to Aria's house in my silver Miata, hoping to make an entrance. I knew for a fact my brother had her alone to himself at the football party. I just hoped he hadn't cast his spell on her yet because I was about to do whatever it took to make her mine. I just couldn’t handle it if I left this house today without some kind of validation form her that the sparks we had years ago were still there.
I rang the doorbell and ran my finger through my slicked hair. I had gone all out for this one, wearing my expensive pheromone cologne for her and my tightest shirt and pair of jeans. I even put on a belt just in case we would need it a little later.
As she opened the door, I leaned on the doorframe seductively. She smiled as soon as she saw me, and I felt my shaft instantly come to life in my pants as I looked over her tank top and shorts getup. Just the thought of finally getting to see everything that was under there made my mouth water.
"Aaron, what are you doing here?" she asked, looking at me suspiciously. Aria was one smart cookie. She probably already knew what I was up to. I could only hope she liked the idea.
"I just thought I’d stop by to catch up a bit. If you haven't had dinner already, maybe we can order in?" Aria opened the door all the way, letting me in.
It was the only opening I needed. I knew once I got started, she wasn't going to be able to resist me. I had seen the way she looked at Richard and me when she was at our parents’ house. All I had to do was be the most convincing of the two. I was pretty sure my body could handle that all for me.
Aria handed me the menus she kept in a kitchen cabinet so I could look through them to order something, but in truth, what I was hungry for I couldn’t get over the phone.
"So, where’s your dad?" I asked her, trying to drop a hint while also being polite. He had always been an intimidating guy, at least up until he lost his wife.
"He travels a lot for business now," she explained, looking over my shoulder at the menu I was holding. "He hasn't really liked staying in one place since...you know." Her mother’s death had hit her hard, and she clearly had a hard time talking about it still. They had been so close when she was younger.
“I’m sorry that kind of leaves you here alone. Maybe I should make this visit a regular thing.” I winked at her, trying to make light of the mood, but I could see she was still affected by the mention of her mother. Aria tried to smile at me, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
I placed my hand on her thigh and felt her tense up. It was meant to be a gesture of sympathy and comfort, but it seemed she was taking it as more. I took advantage, putting down the menu and pulling her into my lap on the couch. Her lack of protest let me know she was into it. So, I began massaging her back and neck with my muscular hands. No woman could resist my touch like that.
Aria's head drooped as she relaxed, and her long, black hair tickled my knees as it hung over the front of her shoulders. She began to moan in response to my massage as I moved further down her spine, eventually pulling her shirt off to get a better grasp on her skin. I took her reaction as encouragement, kissing up and down her spine and moving my massage to encompass her succulent breasts, warming them with my gentle touch and tweaking her nipples until they swelled with pleasure.
I decided to try an order out on her, just to see if she would comply. I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I want you to use your ass to get me off, Aria." My whisper had authority, and after a slight pause, she began to rock back and forth on my now rock hard protrusion. Aria went slow and then fast and slow again, giving me an expert lap dance without any need for a musical accompaniment. I closed my eyes and leaned back as she worked her body over me, finally making me release into my boxers with a sigh.
"Kiss me, Aria," I told her, and she turned around to straddle me, placing her lips on mine and snaking her tongue into my mouth. It was a magically sensual kiss, and I was sure I had won her at this point. But as she stood up and put her shirt back on, something seemed off that I didn’t expect. She didn’t kick me out of her house, but she immediately changed the subject, grabbing the menu from where it had ended up on the floor and ordered food. There was no mention of our encounter after that and no hint that any attraction was there. I was baffled. But then I thought about the way she had resisted Richard’s questions about what she had been up to for the past few years since we had seen her last. I knew I had detected distress on her face at the mention of it. What had happened during the six years she was gone? It had to be something that left her with a lot of demons. I could just feel it in her demeanor, and I hoped I hadn’t pushed the boundaries too far with her too soon.
I had a growing feeling that my brother knew the answer to the burning question, though. He had always been the sensitive type that she had told everything to. That was probably what they had been doing up in his old bedroom. At least it would mean he hadn’t scored. But at the thought, I had a revelation of sorts. Just being good looking and great at sex wasn’t going to be enough for a woman like Aria, was it? I was going to have to step up my game if I wanted to win her over.
Chapter 6
***Aria***
I spent two days thinking over what had happened with Aaron. On the one hand, I couldn’t deny that I had enjoyed being in his strong arms like that, with his warm hands all over me. I had always been extremely attracted to him. He had been the hottest football player on the team in high school, and all the girls had been jealous of me because he had always been around me. We had somehow never had a relationship, though, beyond a couple of make out sessions under the bleachers. I had fantasized about him treating me like he had some of the cheerleaders, teaching them what real pleasure felt like. Now, he seemed willing to finally give that to me.
But my mind and heart had been in different places than my libido while I was in his lap, with him rubbing my breasts. I could feel his authority and dominance in the simple requests he gave me, and it brought back a flood of images from when Chad and I had begun our relationship. In reality, I knew that Richard had been telling the truth; neither of the Fairchild brothers were going to abuse me. But it didn’t mean it hadn’t been a slight trigger.
My heart had also confused me, holding Richard there right along with Aaron. Richard and I had a deeper connection than anyone I knew. I had known Aaron longer, but there was something about Richard’s soul that could reach in and talk directly to mine. I hadn’t ever done anything sexual with him; only an innocent kiss when we were young. But I did have feelings for him. It had almost felt like betrayal as I let myself get caught up in the heat of the moment with Aaron. I had no idea what I was going to do if either of them asked for something serious with me.
It was the middle of the afternoon when a knock came at my door, and I wondered who it could be. But I got my answer through the peephole as I surveyed the blonde hair and dimples belonging to a certain brother that made my heart thump twice as fast these days.
I opened the door with a surprised smile, noticing his button down and slacks. "What’s with the formalwear?” I asked teasingly, looking him up and down. He looked pretty damn dashing if you asked me.
"I'm actually just taking a long lunch today. Aaron and I are
at work all day today; lots of back-to-back meetings." I nodded. I had been a little surprised when the news reached me that the Fairchild brothers had become billionaires. The families we came from weren’t poor, but they weren’t the one percent either. But I supposed with Aaron’s charisma and Richard’s smarts, they made a great team. I couldn’t imagine being so invested in something, though. I was more the starving artist type, feeling free to move from place to place at will. Though, I was beginning to see the benefits in settling down somewhere.
"I actually wanted to see if you wanted to take a walk with me." I smiled at the suggestion. Richard and I used to walk around the block for hours, talking about life and school and the future. We would always find special places to call our own too; hidden gems with small creeks and little animals to hold and examine.
"Sure, as long as I'm not keeping you from eating," I told him. Richard shook his head and held out his hand for me. I grabbed it and closed the door behind us, letting him lead me through a familiar path towards a trail that wrapped around the city.
We began to take a light stroll, just enjoying the light breeze and each other’s company. It was this silence that helped begin to heal me and make me feel safe.
The trail was mostly clear, since everyone was at work or school, and as we rounded a corner that led us into a protected forest area with dense tree cover. I began to allow myself to feel the tension and attraction that flowed between us like electricity. It was just as intense as what I felt for Aaron, but entirely different.
I wrapped my arm around his and came in close, stroking his skin with the tips of my nails. "I want to know how you talk to your subs, Richard," I whispered to him, causing him to drag me behind a large tree that would shield us entirely from view, unless someone else strayed from the path.
Richard looked at my body up and down as if he was allowing himself to for the first time. It was that sweetness and humbleness that made me so curious of what he might be like as a dom. It would have to be a total transformation.
Richard deliciously pinned my arms up high against the bark, causing it to scratch my skin just a little. He was stronger than he looked, and his blue eyes were enflamed with a strong lust I had never seen. His gaze alone was making me wet. "You will make no noise," he told me in a deep voice. I felt like I was a werewolf under the influence of an alpha's command. "You will do as I say, and only speak or make a sound when asked. You will call me sir, or master, is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," I whispered, nodding my head. Keeping one hand against my hands, Richard reached down to tug down my panties, leaving me exposed under my thigh-length skirt. I wondered what he would do next, and I found myself excited by the possibilities. Maybe I could finally get over what Chad had done and enjoy the pleasure of it again.
"Are you wet for me?" he growled, pushing his body into mine as he grit his teeth in my face.
"Yes, sir." The hand that had taken off my panties slid up my skirt as he dug three fingers into my wet, fleshy center. I bit down on my lip hard, trying not to scream out as he began to pump them in and out of me furiously.
"Do you want to moan? Do you want to scream?" he asked with his dominant tone.
"Yes, sir," I managed to squeak out. I was holding my breath in to keep from disobeying his orders.
He pumped his fingers faster and harder, and my legs began to get weak and shaky. I was close to climax.
"Scream my name," he ordered. "I want everyone around us to hear who makes you cum so hard."
"Richard!" I called just as my center began to quiver under his touch.
"Louder," he insisted, pushing all his weight into me.
"Richard!" I screamed, knowing anyone who was within a mile radius would surely hear.
I sighed as I finished, and Richard pulled his fingers out from me, looking right into my eyes as he licked every bit of my sweetness off his fingers. He finally let me go, allowing me to pull my panties back up. I hadn’t orgasmed like that in a long time, and I was incredibly grateful. But then my guilty thoughts went to the events at my house the day before with Aaron. I needed to make some kind of decision quick.
"Is there any way I can talk with you and Aaron tonight?" I asked quietly, as he walked me back to my front door. I was going to just have to confess my feelings and leave the decision up to them. It was the only thing I could think of.
"Sure. I'll have a car come pick you up and bring you to our place when we get done with our last meeting." I nodded and accepted a chaste kiss on the cheek goodbye before he left.
Chapter 7
***Aria***
I couldn't believe my eyes as the black car that had picked me up at my house that evening, drove through imposing iron gates and into a community where the richest of the rich spent their time. As we drove into the back most points of the community, the homes only got bigger and more beautiful until we landed in front of a mansion I could only assume belonged to the Fairchild brothers that I loved so much.
It was designed with grey brick and stone, and perfectly manicured hedges full of blooming white flowers led up to dark wood, double doors. Almost every second story window had a balcony attached, and parts of the roof looked like spires rising from a castle. Any woman they decided to bring into that place with them would easily feel like a princess, but I wasn't sure with the guilt I was holding in my gut over my feelings for them both if I was worthy of being that princess. I could only hope they wouldn’t ask for me to leave their sight immediately when I confessed to them.
I rang the doorbell nervously, waiting for someone to come to the door. Someone did; it was an older woman who looked to be their maid. She ushered me into the house and showed me where to sit in the largest living room I’d ever seen. I sat down on a leather couch that had an ornate coffee table in front of it with three drinks sitting on top of it.
"There's my princess!" Richard's voice came from somewhere, echoing past the marble stairs and grand entry before I could finally see him. His hair was a little damp as if he has just showered not too long ago. He wrapped me in his arms, and I felt a little comforted, blushing at what he had called me as if he could read my thoughts. He sat down next to me just as Aaron came into the room with a sandwich in his hand and a smile on his face.
"Fancy seeing you here," he teased, picking up his drink and taking a sip. It looked like the two men had scotch, but my drink was a purple color.
"What is this?" I asked, picking up my own glass in curiosity.
"It's sangria. I think you'll like it." Richard winked at me, and I gave it a taste. It was very sweet with a kick; like a very strong wine cooler.
"I do."
"So, what is it you needed to come here to talk about?" Aaron asked, finishing up his sandwich in a couple of large bites.
I looked between the two of them nervously, unsure if I was ready to spill the beans, but I couldn't keep going on like I had been. "This is really hard for me, but I needed to make something clear to the both of you..." I could feel my hands begin to sweat, which was so not attractive. "I have feelings for you both. It’s different, but it's equal. It’s awful, I know. But I just can’t choose between the two of you. So, I'm here to beg you not to make me."
The silence was hard as Aaron looked between his brother and me. It was like a silent exchange was happening. I could feel the tension in the room, so thick I could have cut it with a knife. I knew it could put a rift between the two of them, but so could choosing just one.
It was Aaron that broke the silence first. "I don’t like it, but I understand it. You've always liked us both, but what is it that you're asking?"
"I think I know," Richard chimed in, looking right at me with those watery, blue eyes of his. It gave me chills. "She wants to know if she can have us both, Aaron."
Aaron put his head in his hands and sighed. It was one of the only times I had seen Aaron in a vulnerable state, and it made my stomach churn with more regret. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I decide?
"We've shared women before," Aaron admitted, picking his face back up out of his hands. "I just didn’t think it would happen with you. Richard, what is your take on this? Do we need to draw up a ménage contract?"
I looked between the two of them in confusion. "A ménage contract?"
Richard looked at me, and I appreciated how he was holding it together. Though, I could see that I had hurt him in a way. I suspected that his visions of him and me were much more beyond having me in his bed the rest of his life, though that would be there too. Richard had been the kind of boy to dream about weddings and a wife just like a girl would. Aaron was more about possessing. There was something to be said for both lives.
"A ménage contract is like a dom-sub contract, but it involves three parties. We've done it before, but we just never had strong feelings for the woman. They were always short-term situations; sometimes only a one-time encounter. I'm guessing it’s not going to be that way with you," Richard explained. I shook my head. If they would let me, I was going to be around until my body fell apart.
Aaron nodded, and Richard stood up, walking towards the stairs. "While I'm doing this, you need to tell him what you told me. You aren’t going to feel safe if he doesn’t know what you've gone through." As usual, Richard was right, and I invited Aaron to come sit next to me while Richard drew up the contract, telling him about my experience with Chad.
"I feel like such an ass, trying to get in your pants like that so quickly now!" he said, sounding frustrated. "Part of me hopes that guy shows his ugly mug around here so I can rearrange his bones a little. I can't believe anyone would do that. I've met some guys who take it too far, but never any that completely abused a woman that way."
"It's fine. I'm here with you guys now, I feel safe." I smiled at him and he pulled me into one of his big bear hugs. I squeezed him tightly, feeling more solid in his arms.