Awakening Her Racy Passion [Racy Nights 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

She did, and then Trent picked up a length of what looked like soft rope from the bed. As he carried it toward her, he watched her face carefully as if gauging her reaction. “Ever been tied up?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“It won’t hurt, but you won’t be able to move your arms.”

She didn’t say anything, but she did swallow hard as he moved behind the chair. While Wyatt stood in front and watched, Trent removed her bra, and Ria simply tried to keep breathing.

“Christ,” Trent whispered. “You’re more beautiful than I pictured.” He teased both nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. Ria moaned loudly, shaking her head slowly back and forth. How in the world did they expect her to hold off an orgasm in the face of this?

Trent released her nipples, but then Wyatt grasped her breasts in both hands and played with them, while Trent pulled her arms gently behind the chair back and tied the rope around them. When he was done, Wyatt still held her breasts, and Ria was out of her mind with need. She barely felt the rope. She was too busy concentrating on the way Wyatt’s fingers knew exactly how to touch, and where.

Wyatt stepped back and gazed at her with intense lust in his eyes. “That is fucking beautiful. Look at her. Tied up and ready. Should we keep her jeans on for now?”

Trent moved in front and stood next to his twin. “I think so. After all, we only want her mouth for the next few minutes.”

“What?”

Trent raised his eyebrows. “Was that a question?”

“What do you want my mouth for, Sir?”

Wyatt dug his cell phone out of his jeans pocket, but Ria ignored that for now. She was waiting for Trent’s answer. He chuckled, then knelt in front of her and licked her nipples. “What do you think we want it for?” he whispered.

She giggled. There was no way to stop it. She squirmed against the rope, just to test it, but Trent hadn’t been kidding. She couldn’t move her arms at all, and that only added to her arousal. Ria breathed in the combined scents of their colognes and the candles, letting the emotions wash over her. This was really going to happen. Tonight, she was a sub to these two sexy, powerful Doms, just like she’d been in countless fantasies. Only this wasn’t a daydream. This was real. And it was about to get more intense than she’d ever anticipated.

Wyatt held up the phone. “I promise you that these pictures are for the two of us only, and we will never betray that trust. Are you okay with us taking some tonight?”

She swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat. Jim Turner had wanted to take pictures but Ria had refused to allow him to do so. She hadn’t trusted him that much, and now she realized that her instincts had been dead on. But she didn’t feel that way about Wyatt and Trent. She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He snapped a few pictures, then showed them to Trent who nodded his approval. Wyatt placed the cell phone on the bed, and then both men unzipped their jeans. She grinned as she realized they were both commando. A thick, red dick popped out of each man’s jeans. They were truly identical twins in every sense of the word. She licked her lips, eliciting a soft moan from Trent and a chuckle from Wyatt.

“Glad you approve,” he said, stepping in front of her. “Now, here are the rules. If you need to safeword, stomp your right foot. No teeth, and I expect you to swallow. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Breathing was difficult. She’d never been this excited about giving a blow job in her life.

“And don’t forget that you do not have our permission to come.”

“Yes, Sir.” But really…would they know it if she did?

“Open your mouth.”

She did, and was rewarded with Wyatt’s cock inside, pushed almost all the way in. She relaxed her throat muscles so she wouldn’t gag, and enjoyed the musky, salty taste of him. He grasped her head with two strong hands and held it still while he fucked her slowly at first, then increasing the speed. She’d always enjoyed giving head, but it had never been this fun. She hoped they tied her up from now on every time they wanted blow jobs. This was so raw and decadent.

Trent played with her nipples while she wrapped her lips tighter around Wyatt’s dick. “That is so fucking hot to watch you fuck her mouth.”

Wyatt didn’t answer, unless she wanted to count his groans as responses. The deeper and faster he fucked her mouth, the more Ria squeezed her thighs together to bring on the inevitable climax. This was so fucking sexy she could hardly believe it. Trent teased her nipples into such sensitive points that she was sure she’d lose her mind long before Wyatt came in her mouth. Her clit throbbed with a life all its own now, and she could barely think straight. There was no need to. All she had to do was let go and enjoy this.

“Here I come…” His voice was shaky and deep, further inflaming her already over-the-top desire. When hot cum shot into her mouth, she struggled to swallow every tasty drop, but some of it dribbled down her chin. After he finished, he gazed at her with so much gratitude she had to blink back tears again. “That was fucking amazing. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.” She felt silly speaking with cum all over her chin, but apparently neither man minded that. Either that or they hadn’t even noticed.

“My turn.” Trent moved in front of her, and Ria barely had time to catch her breath before he grasped her head as well and shoved his cock into her mouth. His groans were louder, and that made her more excited. She didn’t even mind that his fucking was rough and deep. She loved this. Tied up, forced to give them both blow jobs, and having the other one play with her tits while she did it was the ultimate dirty-girl fantasy.

Wyatt stood behind her and reached underneath to grasp her breasts, kneading them in his strong hands while Trent fucked her mouth. “You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen. I’m going to blow up that picture I took and put it on the ceiling above my bed so I can jerk off while looking at it.”

That thought made Ria want to giggle, but couldn’t right now. Trent cried out loudly and her mouth was once again filled with hot cum. This time, most of it dribbled down her chin, but she didn’t think they’d care about that.

“Thank you,” whispered Trent, stroking her hair. “That was fucking incredible.”

Wyatt untied her, and then he told her to use the bathroom and clean herself off. She did, walking on shaky legs, and when she returned, both men were sitting on the bed, naked. She couldn’t stop staring at them. Not only were they muscled from what must be hours at The Fit Bod, Racy’s gym, but their chests and Trent’s legs were covered in tats of various designs. She wanted to run her fingers over them and ask about each one. She’d never seen two sexier men in her entire life, and she couldn’t wait to be skin-to-skin with them.

Trent pointed toward her jeans. “Off with the rest of the clothes. Slowly.”

Ria giggled again as she made a show out of removing her jeans and sopping wet panties. The guys laughed softly and began to stroke their cocks, and she couldn’t stop watching as both grew before her eyes. This was going to be an amazing night.

“Very nice,” said Wyatt, in that same deep, commanding voice he’d used earlier. It sent shivers up and down her spine and made her want to give him anything he asked for. “And you did very well with your obedience lesson. But now it’s time for your punishment for gossiping.”

He rose and walked toward the same chair she’d just sat in, then took a seat. Trent picked up bondage cuffs, a spreader bar, a leather riding crop, and a long, black, leather paddle. Wyatt crooked his index finger at her. “Get over here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her legs were trembling now, and soon her entire body followed. She’d never been spanked, even in play, let alone paddled or struck with a crop. Could she really do this?

“Drape yourself over his left thigh.” Trent helped her do what he’d just commanded, then he told her to put her hands behind her back. She did, and he fastened a cuff around each wrist then clipped them together. “Move your legs apart a bit.” She did, and then he placed the spreader bar around her ankles. She was naked, unable to move all four limbs, and draped over Wyatt’s hard thigh, about to be paddled and spanked. Did they really expect her not to come?

“Ready?”

She swallowed hard at the tone in Wyatt’s voice. Was she? She had no idea if she was truly ready for this, but she couldn’t wait to find out. “Yes, Sir.”

The first strike across her ass must have been with the paddle, and it hurt like a motherfucker. She yelled, and Wyatt stopped. “Was that a safeword?”

His voice dripped with humor, and she fought the urge to call him a few choice names. She’d brought this on herself, and she’d agreed to it. She could do this. The arousal coursing through her was enough to make her dizzy. “No, Sir.”

“Use it if you have to.”

“I will, Sir.”

She grit her teeth as he struck her five times in a row with the paddle, pausing for only a second or two in between the swats. When one of them caressed her sore ass cheeks and slipped his hand underneath to tease her wet pussy and sensitive clit, she moaned loudly. “Not fair, Sir.”

“Why not?” Wyatt’s voice washed over her, sexy and teasing at the same time. They were going to kill her with this delicious torture, and she was going to love every second of it.

“I have to come.”

Trent reached under her torso to grasp her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. She gasped as fresh jolts of electricity shot straight to her clit. “You are not even close to being allowed to come, so don’t bother asking again. We’ll tell you when you can.”

“You two are insane.”

Trent’s breath was warm in her ear. “Yes, we are insane. Insane with lust over you, my beautiful, sexy Ria. We are going to paint that round, gorgeous ass red, and then we’re going to fuck your pussy and your ass until none of us can walk.”

“Oh God…” Shivers ran up and down her spine as Trent licked her nipples, then moved behind her to lick her pussy and then her asshole. When he straightened up, Wyatt began to paddle her again, this time not stopping until he’d given her ten hard strikes. She was panting and whimpering when he caressed her ass cheeks again.

This was the sexiest, most erotic thing she’d ever done. So many emotions rose to the surface, demanding attention. It was arousing and overwhelming at the same time. Ria needed time to process it all. Should she tell them that?

“Trent’s turn. Get up.”

“No,” she whispered.

Wyatt helped her to her feet and both men turned her to face him. He brushed a finger between her breasts. “Was that a safeword?”

She shook her head.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sir.” She didn’t want it to end this soon. She was enjoying this. It hurt like crazy, but the pain was all mixed up with pleasure and she wanted to prove to them that she could take this. She wanted to experience everything these two had to give her. She wanted to please them, and make them proud of her.

“Are you all right?” His voice was so tender that Ria sucked in a shaky breath. She hadn’t expected that.

“I am. Just trying to make sense of it all…Sir.”

“Play can be very intense and overwhelming your first time. But you have your safeword. Don’t hesitate to use it.”

“I won’t. I promise, Sir.”

Wyatt stood, and Trent took his place on the chair. “Time to get over my knee.”

Once she was repositioned, Trent slapped one ass cheek then the other in quick succession with the strap, five times in a row, pausing only a second in between each strike. Sweat poured down Ria’s face and into her eyes, but she was so aroused now that her pussy contracted in tiny spasms. She could feel her juices on her upper thighs. She’d never been this turned-on in her life.

When Trent paused, Wyatt licked her pussy and ass cheeks. She was so close to coming it was ridiculous. She squirmed against Trent’s thigh, but she couldn’t really move anything except her head. Each time Wyatt stopped, Trent gave her a few more serious smacks with that damn strap. The pain became pleasure, and the pleasure became pain, until she was woozy and whimpering almost constantly.

When he stopped for the last time, they stood her up, removed the cuffs and spreader bar, and then one of them picked her up his arms. She was laid on the bed and Trent was on top of her, kissing her like he never would again. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and next to her Wyatt stroked her hair. “I’m so proud of you. You took a lot.”

Trent released the kiss and crawled off her. Wyatt took his place, capturing her mouth in a kiss so hot she was sure the bed would catch on fire. Trent teased her sides of her breasts with his fingertips. “I’m proud of you, too.”

She couldn’t even answer them. She had no point of reference for this. All she could do was try to hold off the climax as both men took turns kissing her mouth and her neck. They sucked and licked her nipples, and she ran her hands over their tats, tracing the designs in an effort not to think about how close her orgasm was. The pleasure was overwhelming. She didn’t think she could take anymore, but then they each spread one leg and began to lick her pussy and her clit, and she knew she had to say something. “No. Please stop. Please. I mean it. There is no way I can hold off my climax if you do that. Please.”

Trent straddled her chest and pushed her breasts together, cradling his dick in between them. It was dripping with pre-cum, and all she wanted was to feel it inside her. “Please, Sir,” she whispered. “I can’t do it.”

He grinned, and she moaned loudly. How did they both do that? One look, one word, and she was reduced to a quivering mass of goo at their feet. “You agreed to this, remember? If you lost the bet, we direct the scene, not you.”

“I know.”

“Then I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you two choices, just to show I do sympathize with your plight.” He rubbed his cock between her breasts while Wyatt started flicking her clit with his finger. Ria could barely take a full breath. “Choice number one, you let us eat you out, and if you come, we turn you onto your stomach and flog your red ass until you safeword. Then we fuck you silly until none of us can move.”