Killing Time (27 page)

“You look like you want to eat me alive,” I whispered to him.

He’d read my lips over the sizzling of the potatoes and turned the stovetop to the off switch. “I do. Suddenly I am not very hungry for food at all but you in my bed . . . now.”

“This food looks awfully delicious.”

“We can eat it later. Take your clothes off. Right. The. Fuck. Now.”

I knew he meant right there and then. I slipped off my coat and let it fall to the floor. My vicuna sweater clung to my body and teased my achingly hard nipples.

“Faster . . . or do you need help?”

He talked about the removal of my clothes like most people would have discussed the weather.

“I don’t need help but I desperately want some.”

He slid the potatoes to the back of the stove and popped the lid of the pan over them before he strode over to me and before I could say anything, his mouth devoured mine in a soulful kiss which had my arms wrapped around his neck immediately.

Rory’s tongue tasted delectable and as he maneuvered my mouth into the perfect position and tilted my head back slightly, I felt weak-kneed and breathless. His hands traced down my sides before his warmth invaded my skin and I felt his fingers against my flesh before they tweaked my nipples in a painfully pleasurable way and I surrendered to him without another thought.

Slowly, he lifted my sweater over my head and let it drop from his fingers. He caressed my breasts again before he whispered into my ear, “Get on your knees.”

I complied without a thought and undid the button on his expensive black jeans before I slid the zipper down and grabbed his erection with my right hand. His cock was hard yet yielding under my smooth, practiced touch. His breath caught in his throat and it was then the feeling of complete domination swept over me. It was true, I was the one on my knees but I had all the power and deep down, we both knew it.

It was so easy to look at his dick as a separate section of his body as it felt warm and smooth against my fingers; a rock hard testament to what I could do to him so easily and I hadn’t even used my mouth yet. I traced his length with careful hands where pre-cum covered the bulbous tip. It was so easy to flick my tongue over the head of his cock and give him a quick swipe before I opened my mouth and began to take him into my warm sanctuary inch by throbbing inch.

“Fuck, Aurélie . . .” he trailed off as I began to swallow him whole, his manhood bobbing past my tonsils and expanding my throat in a deliciously painful and obtrusive way.

I withdrew his length from my mouth and began long strokes with my tongue up and down his shaft as my left hand massaged his balls. He was at my complete and utter mercy; the sheer power of the situation left me dizzy with anticipation as I felt my pussy drench and flood the seat of my skimpy La Perla thong. As I began to take him into my mouth again, he sighed and surrendered to the pleasure I offered him

My fingers worked down further past his balls and caressed his perineum, which I teased mercilessly with several selected fingers. The sensitive strip of flesh caused his thighs to slightly shake under my expert touch. His anus clenched in anticipation but it was so easy to slide two fingers inside him and caress his prostrate.

He’d known what would happen between us all along and had prepared. It was one of the few reasons why I didn’t feel guilty about the cleansings I had to endure before anal intercourse because he always did them with me too. It was to prepare for our anal games, which always went both ways now.

I was comfortable with my sexuality and I didn’t mind his own bisexual label even if he didn’t actively seek out men to fuck. It just felt good to be with someone who didn’t feel there was a “right” or “wrong” way to have sex but what ever felt good and pleasurable and fulfilling.

My mind was completely occupied therefore when hands, which couldn’t possibly belong to Rory, cupped my breasts and caressed them sensually it was an utter shock and surprise. Rory had his hands in my hair but the touch was familiar enough I knew who it was before he spoke into my ear.

And then I heard the voice, low and seductive in my voice as he whispered, “I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I am sure I can make it up tonight. I promise.”

I only smiled slightly at the sound of Severin’s breath along my ear. His talented fingers squeezed my nipples harder than Rory ever did but to be honest, I was looking forward to a consensual ménage à trois between the three of us.

I looked up at Rory and he gave me a look before one of his hands traced my jaw line. “Don’t be angry, my love. I invited him over to join us for dinner. If you don’t want him to participate then I will send him away and he can go jerk off in the guest room.”

No, that wouldn’t do. I didn’t want him rifling through Trésor’s personal effects since I hadn’t closed the boxes the last time I was in there.

“It’s okay, he can stay but no anal sex for me tonight so you will have to find other ways to use my body to amuse yourself,” I responded before I tackled Rory’s cock with hunger and need again.

“Oh, I can do that, believe me,” Severin said as he peeled down my jeans and slowly maneuvered me out of them while I continued to pleasure his brother.

He continued to pinch my nipples as he began to kiss down my back. His hands and fingers halted at my ass and he spread the globes in a provocative manner before I felt the warmth of his mouth against my asshole. He teased me a bit with his tongue before one of his hands slid further down and caressed my clit, tracing the hard nub with circular motions.

My body responded immediately whether I wanted it to or not. My sex flooded with warm juices and as he slid two fingers into my soaking cunt, I felt heady from all the wonderful sensations. They quickly found my G-spot and he worked his fingers in and out with expert precision. It didn’t take me long to reach my pinnacle but when I did, it was hard to concentrate on orally pleasuring Rory.

“That’s enough,” my lover said in a voice dripping with sex. “Since you said no anal, Severin will just have to use that beautiful mouth of yours.”

I smiled in a wicked fashion yet couldn’t believe I allowed this to happen yet again. I vowed never to allow Severin’s hands on my body ever again and here he was, touching me in the most intimate places I’d believed belonged to Rory alone. I was so confused and conflicted yet I decided to go with the flow. I could always discuss it with Rory later on. I still wasn’t sure I was a “sex with multiple partners at the same time” type of woman but it sure felt good at that moment to do something so sinfully decadent.

I stood on shaky legs before Severin picked me up with little effort and guided us into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, and before I could get comfortable, Rory had spread my legs and gave my clit a ferocious swipe with his hot tongue. I moaned out loud before I bit my lip to silence myself. He loved giving me head and he was more talented than most men. Soon, my whole body became one object and my nerves seemed to be attached to that place of pleasure between my legs.

Severin climbed on the bed, and from that angle, he straddled my face. It was easy to grab hold of his cock and guide him into my mouth. Though the whole act meant pulling his manhood in a downward angle, he reveled in the pain and the pleasure of my act. He never said a word but I could tell by the tiny tremors that vibrated in his thighs he was close to being on edge.

Rory stopped pleasuring me just as I was on the verge of yet another orgasm. He got off the bed and went to a drawer where he pulled out our favorite toy, the nipple clamps with a chain like a rosary where a single clamp at the end for my clit. I couldn’t see him but I could hear the clink of metal and then his weight on the bed as he applied the appendages.

“That should keep you from coming on us prematurely,” Severin said to me before he withdrew his manhood from my mouth and got off the bed.

Rory slid me over onto my stomach and made me get on my hands and knees. “When you feel her close to orgasm, pull and that should focus her attention.”

“Thanks but I think I am better at this than you,” Severin replied from somewhere behind me. “I taught you the ropes, remember? I can handle her.”

“It’s a tag team so that means you don’t get to fuck her until you come but in intervals. Don’t take more than a couple of minutes and then we’ll switch until we come, okay? And also, you can’t come inside her. If she allows you to, you can come on her tits or in her mouth but not inside her, got it?”

“Okay, fine.”

“I’m just laying the rules down and remember, no matter how tempting her ass looks, you can’t fuck her there. She said no.”

“Will you shut the fuck up so I can get started? I’m not an idiot you know. We’re just having a cozy little ménage and nothing else. Very vanilla but I need a little less kink in my life at the moment.”

I could feel the weight of the bed shift as Severin got behind me and teased my anus with his fingers while he thrust his cock inside me. I gasped at the fullness of him and he waited until I adjusted to his size. For identical twins, I found out the hard way they were not the same size. Severin had an inch on his brother and the feel of him inside me wasn’t the same as when Rory took me.

He rammed my pussy from behind and I tried not to cry out as every few thrusts, he would pull on the chain and my clit and nipples became alight with fire. It was painfully pleasurable and would leave me sore for days afterwards but it was worth it for the orgasms alone.

Rory crawled toward me from the front and he grabbed my head as he brought me in for a sensual kiss. Feathery soft and sweet, it turned demanding as his tongue connected with mine before he claimed me.

He pulled away suddenly. “Go with it, don’t fight it and it’ll feel so much better,” he whispered into my ear.

I allowed my body to completely relax and just as I started to feel pleasure in the painfully slow strokes in and out of me Severin was doing with his cock, he pulled out and got off the bed.

Rory turned my body around and he plunged into my depths with such force, I had to brace myself. Though he was initially rough, his touch became soothing and I didn’t feel like he was fucking me as much as he was making love to me; it felt delicious and decadent.

Severin grabbed me by the back of neck and murmured into my ear, “He’s good, isn’t he? I’m not used to the whole ‘love’ thing as I merely feel a pitiful affection for my slaves but he genuinely cares about you. If you fuck this up then I will come back and fuck you up and believe me, it won’t be pretty.”

He covered his tracks by nibbling on my ear before his mouth claimed my own. His kiss was different: brutal and passionate at the same time. Our tongues didn’t dance around but rather devoured one another and the delicious taste of his mouth was almost too much to take.

I don’t know how long we were like that but at one time during our ménage, one of the men removed my clamps and I was allowed to come and it was earth shatteringly beautiful. Afterwards, we rested, a tangle of three naked bodies with me in the middle as neither Rory nor Severin wanted to cuddle one another.

“Have you two ever . . . you know . . . with each other?” I asked Rory after I assumed Severin had fallen asleep.

“For the love of Christ, that is just . . . too distasteful to contemplate,” Severin responded out loud. “No, we haven’t. We don’t mind sharing women but no, I don’t want to suck his cock and he doesn’t want to suck mine. Nor do I want to know what my brother feels like. We are identical twins you know. I think we shared enough time together in utero. It has strictly been a ‘share and share alike’ policy but we don’t do anything
to
one another.”

“Well, what is this between us?” I inquired. “I’m not good with a poly-amorous relationship—”

“Relax, you won’t ever be in one,” Severin cut me off. “I have people I am involved with…even if the relationship is a bit one sided but I am very happy with my slaves at the moment. Claudette is gone and the beautiful Ingrid has taken her place. She is absolutely perfect and believe it or not, she and Hans get along quite well.”

“So, what will this be?”

Rory turned my face to meet his. “It is what it is, Aurélie. It never has to happen again or you can demand it whenever you like. The whole purpose is for you to get off. It’s not so much about us. I think my brother needs to be . . . reacquainted with an experience that does not revolve around his own pleasure. He likes you—leave it at that.”

I turned toward Severin and studied him as he glanced back at me. “Do you really like me? I mean, as a person or . . . do you still think I am trying to erase my sister’s memory from your brother’s mind?”

“What I think doesn’t matter. You make Rory happy and all that other bullshit is none of my concern—”

“Yes but you did think it was your concern not too long ago. I want to honestly know where I stand with you. I want to be with your brother but if you are constantly going to try to sabotage us then this will never work,” I explained in a rational manner.

“True but your relationship with my brother doesn’t really affect me, Aurélie. I have to trust Rory’s decisions—he’s a grown man and aware of who he likes and loves. Everything else is incidental. You have my promise I will never interfere in your affair with my brother.”

I knew he avoided my probing questions on purpose but at the same time, I couldn’t make him answer anything he didn’t want to therefore I let the whole discussion go.

“Listen, this has been customarily satisfying but I must make a hasty departure. I have a slave at home to train and what not. Thanks again for a good time and I hope you two enjoy the rest of your evening together.”

Severin slid out of bed, grabbed his clothing and walked out of the bedroom door.

I wanted to continue the conversation with Rory but when he grabbed me in his embrace and held me in his arms, I melted and all my fears dissipated. We were together, which was all that mattered at the moment.

Chapter Seventeen