Finally releasing the button, I lifted my butt from the mattress to push the material down over my hips. As soon as they were free enough to be pushed down my legs, he bent over to grab the hems and pulled them from my body when one smooth and fluid move.
I lay there in my bra and panties, liquid heat blossoming between my legs in response to the way he consumed me with his eyes.
Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he brushed upwards along my legs with his fingers, just the soft tips touching my skin, but still able to set my body on fire. I writhed where I lay, my hips bucking forward in demand of a rougher touch.
His mouth was doing sinful things to me as he pushed up to kiss along my stomach. He was teasing me so thoroughly that I could barely breathe.
When his knees pressed down on the mattress on either side of me, and when I was pinned beneath him and left helpless to his desires, he palmed my breasts possessively, his eyes locked to mine with seduction blazing behind the blue.
“I won’t take you tonight, beautiful, not until I know you can be part of my world.”
My eyes snapped open with surprise, my body wiggling beneath him because his words had not been what I wanted to hear.
“What?” I complained, my thoughts short-circuited by the way his hands continued to palm my breasts, his fingers massaging the tips into hard, aching peaks.
He smiled down at me, his eyes memorizing every inch of my skin – every part of his possession.
“Tomorrow night,” he said, pausing as his hand traced circles around the perimeter of my breast. Looking up and locking his eyes to mine, he allowed that same hand to follow the strap of my bra, his finger hooking beneath the strap to slip it down over my shoulder. “Tomorrow night at seven o’clock precisely, I want you to meet me at the club. Wear your favorite negligee beneath your clothes. I’ll ensure the doorman lets you in to the VIP room upstairs.”
My eyes rounded with refusal. “No. I’m not performing. I won’t play with you like that, Gage.”
His hand smoothed away the wrinkles of concern that creased my brow. “I’m not sharing you with the entire club, Maya. You don’t have to worry about that. I just want to show you what I can do for you – what the lifestyle can do for you. I want you to be sure before you make the decision to accept me as your Master.”
Relaxing a little bit in response to his words, I asked, “So it will just be you and me?”
Another secretive smile. “And Greer. I’d like to invite him to play.”
A tremble ran over me as I imagined Greer on the stage with the woman he’d so easily seduced. Not identical to his twin, Greer was a mystery to me. He was always the quiet one, the one who watched from the shadows. He felt dangerous to me, but only because Gage wanted him to take part in these sexual games. Prior to last night, I’d never considered Greer as anything more than an annoying older stepbrother. But now, after witnessing their performance last night in the club, the curiosity as to what it would be like to be with them both was nagging at me.
“I’ll think about it,” I answered, because it was the only response I was able to give. I wasn’t completely sure about any of this situation just yet and I needed time to think my decision through.
Seconds passed, the space between us weighed down by a thick blanket of silence. All I could do was stare up at him.
A tick of his jaw came only a few seconds before he answered, "Good. I'm glad that you're giving it the consideration it deserves." And beat of silence. "I want this for you, Maya. I have to be honest and tell you that I never looked at you this way before last night, but now that I have seen the woman you've become, I can't stop looking at you this way."
There was honesty in his words...in his eyes.
"I should go," I said, struggling as I forced myself to say the words. The last thing I wanted was to go, and if life was in any way fair, it would leave me here on this bed beneath the most gorgeous man I knew.
Nodding his head once, he pushed up from the bed where he'd hovered over me. My eye caught the fluid movement of the muscles in his chest and arms, a low groan escaping my lungs to see him move away.
I was addicted to him, but like most drugs he was a poison that could leave me beat down and broken, a ghost of the woman I once was if I gave in to his temptation.
Reaching down, he offered me his hand, my breath surging from my lungs on a tremulous burst when I accepted and my body was pulled up like I weighed nothing. Stunned by his strength, I stood blinking, my bearings lost in response to him.
"I suggest you get dressed before walking to your room."
Rather than help me locate the clothes he'd stripped off my body, he stepped back to lean against a wall, his thick muscled arms crossed arrogantly over a chest chiseled by the finest sculptor.
Annoyed by his silent amusement, I asked, "Were you planning on just standing there and watching me?"
He grinned, light dancing behind his eyes. "That's exactly what I had planned."
My skin prickled, but I ignored the buzz of sexual energy his words conjured within me. Bending over to pick up my pants, I quipped, "You're a regular voyeur, Gage. I hope you realize that."
A dark chuckle, his amusement a brighter flame behind his eyes. "I take issue with the term regular , but I will admit to being a voyeur, especially when it comes to you."
It took three attempts for me to pull on my pants, the trembling in my arms and legs unhelpful.
Once dressed, I took one last look at him, my heart clenching behind my ribs to have to say goodbye.
The walk back to my room was quick, but painful, every instinct in me screaming for me to run back into his arms and accept the pleasure and beautiful pain I knew he could provide. However, what he was offering me was a lifestyle I wasn't yet sure I could handle.
I needed to think, and in the process, place distance between us to that I could breathe. Yet, when I changed into my pajamas and laid on my bed, my body still pulsed with the desire to throw caution behind me and run back to his waiting arms.
Unable to still my frantic heart and fall into a peaceful sleep, I texted Kyle to tell him about what Gage had offered. Minutes passed before my phone vibrated with his response:
You'd be an idiot not to. Stop stalling and jump him already. If Greer is also playing, that's simply a bonus. Do it and I'll live vicariously through you. I'm going to meet George for the night. I'll talk to you in the morning.
Chapter Four
By the time I woke up the next morning, my decision had been made. A night spent sleeping and dreaming had left me breathless and sweating, my body writhing from the images that played in my head. I wanted Gage – wanted him more than I’d wanted anything before. Regardless of how confused I felt, and regardless of the hatred I’d had for him before the night we shared together, I wanted him.
Fearing that thinking about the situation, or even talking about it, would change my mind, I spent the morning taking a long bath and preparing myself mentally for what I knew I would do.
I barely ate anything that day, barely left my room except for the few instances where my bladder called.
By the time I arrived at the club, my entire world had shifted. It was just a tiny spin on its axis - such a small twist - but it was enough to change my life.
I'd hated Gage and Greer for years, I'd fantasized about their murders, I'd truly believed they were placed on this Earth to ruin my life - and now, I was sitting on a stage in an empty room waiting for them to change my life just a little bit more.
But when faced with the possibility of knowing them on a deeper level – of exploring the world in which they lived – I couldn’t resist. I arrived at the club, and once led to the stage on the VIP floor, I followed the instructions given to me on a piece of paper. Gage’s swirling handwriting told me to strip down to my negligee, to sit on the single chair on the middle of the stage and to wait to be prepared.
I obeyed and within minutes of my arrival, Gage had come out, blindfolded and bound me, an
d left me alone in that chair for what felt like hours.
The room was dark, but having seen it in the light, I knew just how large and empty it was. The size of the place was intimidating, its high ceilings grabbing the smallest of sounds and broadcasting it into every shadowed corner.
I waited for the twins in the center of this large, imposing room. My wrists bound behind the backrest, my ankles tied to the feet of the chair, and a black satin blindfold tied around my eyes.
The silence was deafening, my senses made so acute that I heard every pop and crack of the building settling around me.
Even though my vision was stolen by the blindfold, I could still see when the room around me became suddenly bright, could feel the heat of the spotlights above me when I heard faint footsteps at my back.
Excitement hummed over my skin like electric sparks, my pulse a drumbeat in my head. My breath slipped out on lips barely parted, and the world spun again.
"Gage?" I called out, imagining the waves in his obsidian hair, the cold blue of his eyes that were designed to make a prude want to sin.
There was no answer, just the quiet click of dress shoes echoing across a wooden stage.
"Gage?" I called again. Still, nothing.
Fingers brushed my cheek, my body flinching away from the touch out of surprise. A deep chuckle sounded, the baritone notes whispering against my skin with promises of decadent and languid things.
A sudden rumble as ominous as a landslide, his voice set me on edge when he asked, "Why are you here, Maya?"
It was a confusing question, he knew why I was here. "You invited me."
"Did I?" Words sharp as knives, but still as tempting as the finest chocolate. That same chuckle, my body responding in ways I never expected. His lips against my ear. "Are you sure?"
I froze, my skin heating with a full body blush. Unable to speak above a whisper, I asked, "Greer?"
His lips soft against the corner of mine, the smell of his cologne tickled across my nose. Liquid heat bloomed between my legs even as my nervous body trembled.
His lips smiled against mine. "Now you know who I am, don't you?"
His knees hit the floor softly when he kneeled down in front of me, his hands running up the back of my calves, the brush of his fingers tickling the back of my knees.
"Why are you here?" He asked again, his voice impossibly soft.
My mind short circuited, every reasonable and intelligent response escaping me. Finding myself transfixed, I weakly answered, "You know why."
Thumbs tracing paths along my inner thighs, a blazing path that set every nerve in my body on fire. "Tell me."
He was teasing me, tempting me in ways that should be illegal. It wasn't fair, I was out of my safe place, tied up and turned on - and in the control of a man who exuded a graceful arrogance - in the control of the twin I hadn't yet played with.
"You first?" I managed to say on a humorless laugh. Of course it would be Greer first. I hadn't danced with him just yet. His presence set me off balance and I wondered if Gage was standing back watching, enjoying what he had done. He’d all but admitted his proclivity for watching when I’d spoken with him the night before.
Another dark chuckle. "You won't be able to tell us apart soon." His thumbs traced farther up my thighs, his lips brushing over the places he'd touched.
More footsteps sounded behind me, not the click of shoes but the quiet padding of bare feet against wood. Blindfolded and stripped of one sense, the others - sound, touch, smell - had become painfully acute.
"Tell him, Maya" Hands on my shoulders. The soft padding of bare feet stopped. "We won't begin until you do."
I was on the spot, in more ways than one. My heart fluttered in my chest, my lungs working hard to draw in full breath. I trembled in the seat where I sat as a thin, sold sheen of sweat broke along my skin. Why was I here? For the promise of an orgasm? Or was it pure curiosity? What could these two men so for women that had then crawling on hands and knees begging for more?
"I want -" my breath caught, my voice dropping to a whisper before I was brave enough to say, "I'm here to play with you."
"Good girl." A hot mouth pressed to my ear and the chair legs rattled against the ground from the way my body shook with desperate need. I didn't understand the reaction, my body recognizing what they could do for me without giving my mind the chance to catch up.
Hands slid over my shoulders, pushing down until the soft tips of his fingers tickled the upper swell of my breasts. Barely pushing inside the top of the negligee I wore, he teased me until my breasts felt painfully full, the tips hard and aching against the soft material I wore.
My answer must have satisfied the twins. At the same time that those deliciously warm hands pushed beneath the material to grip the weight of my breasts, the thumbs that had been teasing my thighs pushed up to rub circles over my clit, the friction of the material between his touch and my body causing me to pull at the ropes that bound me in place.
My mouth opened on a moan, my muscles tensing up for only a moment before going limp. Soft kisses trailed along the line of my jaw, the musky scent of cologne - masculine and hypnotic - sinking into my pores and conjuring another sharp bite of desire inside me.
"Please," the word rolled off my lips without effort, instinctual and greedy my mouth begging for more.
Fingers gripped my nipples, a mouth trailing up my thigh as fingers tickled the backs of my knees. I fought not to spread my legs further, fought my voice not to beg them once again.
"Such a dirty girl, Maya. I can smell the desire of your body, the need for our touch. You smell sweet, and you taste even sweeter."
A finger slipped below my panties to trail along the crease of skin made slick with desire.
"So wet," he cooed and my body flinched in response to the heat burning in my core.
Slowly the straps of my top were pulled from my shoulders, my chest heaving with breath as prickles raced along my skin. Lips trailed hot and wet over the line of my shoulder and I cried out, so sensitive that the soft, simple touch was almost too much to bear.
Slow circles over my clit had me biting my lower lip, an orgasm building with such intensity I feared it would tear me apart. I lost control so quickly, my hips bucked forward in my seat begging for a harder touch, for his fingers to move more forcefully to push me towards the release I needed.
He slipped a finger inside me, slowly pushing in and pulling out with a rhythm that was infuriatingly slow. My head fell back against the strong cage of a male abdomen, the muscles beneath the skin hard against the back of my skull.
Another finger slipped inside, pulled apart from the first, it stretched me and massaged the tight muscles of my core. I moaned in response, unable to stop the way my body arched forward as far as the bindings on my arms would allow.
Several minutes passed in a blur of sensation, hands and warm lips trailing over my skin, fingers pulsing inside me until wave after wave of shocking pleasure tore across my body. Clenching my eyes against the sensation that threatened to tear me apart at the seams, I didn’t care that my voice echoed across the quiet room…and I smiled when lips were pressed to my ear, a praising whisper telling me I was a good girl.
Any hesitation I’d felt before was washed away as I floated down from the euphoria their touch had forced through me. Unsteady where I sat, I barely noticed how my arms and legs were being unbound from the chair, yet still tied together as I was carried in strong arms to be laid down on a soft bed I didn’t remember being in the room.
I wasn’t sure if the material covering my body was cut or torn away, but the cold air brushing against my heated skin gave away the fact that I was naked.
At my head, I felt the mattress dip, my arms still bound at the wrists pulled above me to be locked in place. I was laying back on one of their laps, my body exposed to their warm hands and observant eyes. Just as hands snaked around my frame to palm my breasts, my knees were grabbed and pulled apart opening me to whoever kneeled betwee
n my legs.
I’d lost control in that instant, lost the ability to tell which one was which. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered except the pleasure they were making me feel.
Those fingers again, so hard and fast as they pumped in and out of my body, a tight grip on one of my legs keeping me open to his invasion. The other twin whispered words to me that barely entered my conscious thought. He was praising me, I knew that, but his words were lost to the rush of blood in my head.
“Taste her,” the deep voice rumbled above me, his chest vibrating against my upper back as the hard line of his lust pressed up against my lower back.
A mouth closed over my sex, a warm, wet tongue lapping at the evidence of my arousal. My body trembled in reaction, my muscles becoming loose as I sank back against the man who held me, around whose neck my wrists were bound. His hands continued massaging my skin, his nails a faint scratch along the surface of my body leaving blazing trails that awoke something carnal inside.
When my legs fell apart on their own, and when my breathing stuttered in my chest, I knew I was being pushed to a crest from which there was no return. My mind was made, the decision firm and unbending:
This life was one from which I would never turn away.
A shot of electricity shot along my spine and my body arched forward when another orgasm rolled through me like a tempest storm, lights flashing behind my clenched eyes in brilliant bursts of color.
I screamed out my pleasure, but the sound was caught between the lips of the man who leaned over to kiss me. Aftershocks tore through me with such violence that the sensual pain was causing my heart to stutter and my lungs to cease their struggle to pull in air.
Only when I relaxed again, floating down from the stars to which I’d been catapulted, did I hear a faint voice.
“Thank you, Greer, I’ll take her from here.”
The man between my legs moved away, the mattress beneath my bottom lifting now that his weight was no longer there. After removing my arms from where they’d been bound above my head, Gage also stood up from the bed leaving me in place surrounded by the same darkness and silence that had blanketed me while I’d been in the chair.
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