Stripped - Complete Series (8 page)

Then came the most shocking act she never imagined. Tristan, striking hard on her ass cheek. Making her cry out at the surprised sting. “
Ooow
!” And then instantly wanting him to do it again. She must be going nuts!

“I’m picturing using my riding crop on your ass; raising cherry-colored weals on this perfect, creamy smooth skin. But for tonight, we’ll just have to make do,” Tristan murmured, and spanked her ass again hard, making her yelp loudly.

Rebecca had never imagined anything like this happening. It seemed so degrading and yet so freakishly hot to feel Tristan’s palm smacking her defenseless ass, again and again. Yes it stung, and yes it made her ass throb but it also made her pussy swell as it became saturated with wanton oils. The swift spanking warmed up her flesh deliciously and made her pant with renewed arousal.

In between hard smacks, her aggressive lover expertly stroked her clit and pussy lips. Rebecca was driven again and again to the very edge of rationality, just about tasting her orgasm in the back of her throat but then feeling the waves recede as Tristan paused in his torturous stroking of her cunt to continue spanking throbbing ass.

Again and again he spanked her, and then moved his clever fingers back to her clit. And so on it went for the next minute, as Tristan alternated spanking her butt with slow, agonizingly lush strokes of her clit until Rebecca was reduced to a moaning, quivering mess.

The impact play; the orgasm control and everything else going on had Rebecca almost screaming for release.

Just when she felt sure she couldn’t take another sharp slap, Tristan suddenly paused, his naked body leaning over her. She felt his lips on her bare shoulder as he caressed her lower spine. As if through buzzing ears, she heard Tristan’s husky voice reach through to her.

“It’s about time I fucked you, Rebecca. Or don’t you think so?”

His raunchy words seared her flesh and made her pussy tingle voraciously. This time she didn’t even have to be told to beg. Tristan fit is body along the delicate curve of her spine and Rebecca pushed pack, hungry for contact with his flesh. “Yes. Christ.
Yes
. Fuck me, Tristan. Please. Stick your huge cock inside me now,” she moaned mindlessly.

There, in her prone position, her legs splayed and her ass throbbing lusciously, Rebecca was more than geared up to be filled again by cock, this time Tristan’s. An instant later, she got her wish. Tristan plunged his big hard cock in deep from behind, jarring her defenseless frame.

“Tristan!” she cried out, muscles inside and out all pulsating in reaction to the power-packed thrusts which followed.

It would take just moments, Rebecca sensed, for her orgasm to launch her into the next hemisphere. Sure enough, with her clit grinding into the mattress from every pounding stroke of Tristan’s cock…With his demanding girth splitting her pussy wide, colliding with her g-spot at just the right angle…

Rebecca came so hard she became almost insensible to the hard, rough thrusts that had Tristan’s pelvis ramming against her punished ass. Even when his cock slammed in to the hilt, she could only let out a whistle-like scream, unable to shield her engorged pussy walls from such a ravenous onslaught.

She barely even heard Alec’s voice growl, “It’s fucking hot how red her ass looks from your spanking.”

“Believe me, I know. It’s amazing how perfectly made she is for this,” was Tristan’s hoarse reply, and Rebecca felt buried in pleasure at their words of praise.

“I need her right now,” Alec suddenly said gruffly, and Rebecca heard him move close to the bed. Once again came the sound of a condom wrapper ripping. There was a relief knowing how careful Alec and Tristan were being. It helped Rebecca concentrate on the pleasure of what was taking place, without worrying about safety.

Tristan obligingly withdrew from her quivering cunt, leaving an aching void she was beginning to dread. It scared her to think she was quickly becoming addicted to the feel of their cocks inside her.

Rebecca registered that Alec now kneeled between her legs, and she drew in a sharp breath of expectation, her hips wriggling instinctively in welcome. He chuckled in approval, and then ran the head of his cock over her puffed, slick pussy lips.

“That’s such a good doll. Always wet and ready to be fucked,” Alec crooned in that lewd, rough way that made Rebecca drip the more in scandalous arousal.

Her back arched, lips widening in a shrieking groan of pleasure when Alec finally thrust his turgid cock into her pussy. He wound one hand in her hair and pulled, making her arch back, intensifying his unforgiving penetration. Rebecca cried out intelligibly. After several ruggedly aimed thrusts, Alec pulled out and Tristan quickly replaced him, gliding his cock in powerfully.

Rebecca’s pulpy vaginal walls twitched with complaint at the double-edged ravishment. Yet never gave a thought to putting a stop to it; not when she loved each pussy-pounding moment. Now the pain and discomfort became like a drug; filtering through her blinded senses and bringing a whole new light to the meaning of pleasure.

One after another, Alec and Tristan drove into her with innumerable thrusts, each brother pulling out after a few minutes to let the other take his place. Within minutes Rebecca was moaning and squealing and begging them for it harder and faster.

Alec growled with thick lust, “You have no idea how hot it is to hear you beg like that, fuck doll,” as he gave it to her exactly how she needed it.

She had no clue where this Rebecca came from. She didn’t care; too caught up in how it felt to be used this way. Their willing receptacle.
Fuck doll
. Her juices spilled copiously at the realization that her body was meeting the challenge of serving the rampaging libido of both brothers.

. “Shit!” groaned Tristan loudly, as he switched with Alec and pushed his cock deep into her cunt. “How does she stay so fucking tight? So perfect.”

He pumped in and out of her with long, deep strokes, his hands gripping her throbbing ass cheeks, tugging them apart and watching her anus wink at him as he thrust in and out powerfully. He swore hoarsely at the sight, his thrust ramping faster and deeper. Rebecca shook and shuddered, the blindfold now damp with her tears of ecstasy.

As if she didn’t have enough stimulation, hands reached for her breasts and amazingly she recognized Alec’s touch as he teased and plucked at her nipples as Tristan fucked her hard. Vibrations of pleasure rocketed through her and she couldn’t take it; she blasted off in a kaleidoscopic orgasm.

*

When Rebecca had shown up at the bar earlier that evening she’d never have foreseen the events that would lead up to this moment.

To the point where she laid face down, her body used and ass covered in cum from her two lovers. The way they’d fucked her…the way they’d
used
her like she belonged to them and they had every right to do it – had driven her to the brink over and ove
r
.

If she didn’t know better she’d have thought she’d been kidnapped and drugged. Or maybe this was some alternate reality and she’d wake up soon, unable to remember what had happened.

But of course she remembered every detail of how she’d reached this stage.

First the restaurant, then the club, and then over to their place. Innocently following them into this bedroom, and then letting them take her. Making her do everything they wanted. And then waking up minutes later to find that while she’d been out of it, they’d blindfolded and tied her to the bed.

Teasing her, punishing her. Making her orgasm more times in one night than she’d done in the past all put together. Driving their insatiable cocks inside her interchangeably till she was never really sure which brother was inside her at any given time, only that her dripping pussy was always stretched deliciously to its limit.

And so they took turns, till it ended with them both spilling their cum on her sore ass and lower back. She remembered their harsh pants of release and how warm those ropes of cum felt on her buttocks. And she’d never felt so replete or fulfilled as she did in those defining moments.

“We could fuck you all damned night,” Alec had said hoarsely in her ear as he’d leaned close. “You’re our sweet little sex doll, aren’t you?”

She’d nodded mutely, and felt a hand stroking her cheek. Tristan’s. He rasped, “Say it, Rebecca. It’s not just about here and now; but even beyond tonight. Whenever and however we want. Yes or no?”

Oh shit
. What? Rebecca’s thoughts couldn’t stop whirling as their words reeled over and over in her mind. Now that she had an inkling what she had got herself into, was it too late to turn back?

Yes or no, Rebecca
, her inner voice urged.
Yes or no…

Detonation.

Just one way to describe Rebecca’s reaction to what Alec and Tristan were asking of her.

What she thought they were asking.

Colliding impulses flitted through her mind like shrapnel, making her shudder endlessly on impact.
Whatever they wanted, her answer would be yes
. And yet…

She had to think this through. Right now, she was still too much on a chemical high from the many orgasms, the different phases of pleasure, agony and lust.
These men
. Nothing had warned her that this was what they had in store for her tonight. And now they were asking for more.

Rebecca wondered how on earth to react to that.

She still wondered, minutes after they’d released her bonds and removed the blindfold. She’d blinked up at them like a newborn, unbalanced slightly after so long in darkness. Facing them both after the hours of countless sensations and unbelievably delicious dominance, it wasn’t a wonder she was blushing from hair root to toe.

When she hadn’t given her response immediately, Alec said, “You’ll need time to decide,” he said with a smile. “And of course, some rest.”

Rebecca couldn’t agree more. They’d promised to get her sore, and they’d fulfilled it admirably. She liked this kind of feeling; her muscles making it known how well they’d been stretched. Her pussy replete, its greed finally sated – for now. She hummed in appreciation when she was gently wiped down in between the legs with a warm soothing wet cloth, and then had salve smoothed over her only slightly throbbing ass by the attentive brothers.

“We’ll want your answer in the morning,” Tristan whispered against her forehead before planting a gentle kiss on it.

The last vision Rebecca had was of the brothers’ indulgent smiles, holding that same promise of wicked delights that had pulled her in from the first moment. Rebecca made an incoherent sound of satisfaction and a perfect tiredness that made her think she might not wake up for a week.

Pushing her limits
. Alec and Tristan had spent the whole night doing just that. Opening her up to a new vista of being, one she’d never imagined until now. The bondage, the submission, the sweet pain. They’d made it feel so good.

Undoubtedly, the brothers could make anything feel good. Even the feeling of wanting to please, to obey, and to follow came naturally to Rebecca because of how good it felt with them. Was that enough though? Just what was she supposed to commit herself to here?

I’ll find out tomorrow, Rebecca thought as sleep finally cloaked her thoughts.

*

Rebecca hadn’t been looking for a casual hook-up when she made it for her blind date last night. She certainly hadn’t been expecting to be drawn into the erotically charged web of the two brothers. Almost effortlessly, they’d seduced her till the night had ended just how Alec and Tristan wanted. With Rebecca tied up and eager to be their submissive plaything for the night.

But it turned out it wasn’t just a one-night thing they wanted.

It took all of three minutes for Rebecca to fall asleep after the door closed behind Alec and Tristan. Unsurprisingly, she dreamt hotly of bondage, sex and luscious climaxes in one wild collage.

When she awoke, a few seconds passed before she remembered just where she was. She glanced round the bedroom and noted that her clothes from the night before were hanging on a hook next to the chest of drawers, freshly laundered.

A door was opened that lead to a bathroom. Much as she reveled in the scents of sex lingering all over her – reminding her of both Alec and Tristan, Rebecca didn’t hesitate to enjoy a luxurious bath in the marble top, large enough to fit at least four.

Once clean and her body feeling refreshed and brand new, Rebecca put on her clean lingerie and black dress, before spotting a written note. “
When you’re ready, come down to breakfast. We could go over last night and a possible future if you choose.”

Rebecca drew in a long breath, the written words reviving a strange excitement in her. She didn’t want to give herself time to think, so she left the room quickly. Thanks to her tour from last night she knew her way around the house, though all she needed to do was follow the gorgeous smells coming from the kitchen to discover where Alec and Tristan were.

Rebecca couldn’t hide her shyness as she walked into the kitchen that morning – though it was probably closer to noon by now. She’d truly slept deeply, waking up reinvigorated with not much of the after-effects she’d have dreaded after an unplanned night of sexual decadence.

Catching sight of Alec and Tristan dressed casually in jeans and open-necked shirts, it was almost difficult to imagine them last night and in the early hours of the morning, doing things to her body that would have been deemed illicit in certain circles.

They seemed laid back and carefree right then as they busied themselves around the oven and kitchen counter. Rebecca’s stomach rumbled at the sight of muffins, eggs and bacon. She felt like she could eat a house. So why was she all up in knots as she tried to meet their appraising gaze?

They turned to her with grins of appreciation. “Nice to see you this morning, Rebecca. Ready for breakfast?” Alec asked.

Rebecca blushed for simply no reason. Or maybe it was Alec and Tristan’s identical teasing looks and rakish smiles. Brushing her damp palms down her thighs she confessed, “I actually find myself feeling quite starved. It’s not a feeling I’m used to in the morning.”

“After a night like last night it’s no surprise your fuel reserves are drained, so to speak,” Tristan put in, as he poured out amazingly fragrant coffee. Now when she blushed, Rebecca had a good enough reason – being reminded of the many hours of sex and sin that had her aching sweetly in places that had nothing to do with an empty stomach.

“Come on, there’s plenty to eat,” added Tristan.

“
I really should just go,” she said hesitantly; thumb indicating the front door which seemed to be calling for her. “Thanks for um…last night and everything, but I think it’s time I take my leave.”

“We promised last that you could leave any time you want. But first, food,” Alec said firmly. He came to her side and then all but herded her to the waiting kitchen dining table.

Rebecca bit on her lip, conscious that appearance wise she wasn’t feeling she looked her best. She’d found a new toothbrush in the bathroom, and the sumptuous bath had been welcome but she wasn’t so happy to be right back into her – at least thankfully clean - black dress. She wished she had on something more exciting to face her gorgeous duo again.

Yet the way the brothers looked her way it would seem she was wearing the sexiest get-up. Even now, they seemed ready to whisk her back into bed given half the chance.

Rebecca gulped; getting that trapped gazelle feeling once more.

“Would you like to talk about last night?” Alec asked lightly, right after Rebecca’s first bite of the delicious-tasting banana nut muffin. Which relatively stuck in her throat at Alec’s words.

“Uh…no,” Rebecca said, and grabbed her coffee, taking a much needed swallow.

She caught Tristan’s smile. “How predictable,” he murmured, all innocence as he handed her a plate of what looked like bacon-wrapped potato spears. They smelled divine and had Rebecca’s mouth watering again. “Try some,” Tristan offered.

Rebecca was scowling even as she grabbed one of the fingerlings and took her first bite. She bit down her hum of enjoyment as she said to Tristan with barely concealed annoyance, “What did you mean, predictable?”

Tristan shrugged, glancing at Alec who had a tilted smile on his lips.
Ugh
. Rebecca definitely didn’t like the thought they could be having a joke at her expense. Just what was so freaking funny?

“I meant you, Rebecca. We knew you wouldn’t agree so easily to our plans. Even when you fit into them so perfectly,” Tristan said, holding her gaze calmly.

“Oh,” she said, looking quickly down at her plate. Then she let out a jagged sigh. “Look…Alec, Tristan. I can tell you get your pick of women….”

“But we want you,” Alec cut in, his tone ever mild. He forked some of his eggs and held the mouthful to her lips. “Here. Have a bit of our broccoli egg bake. Tristan and I cooked up a storm for you this morning. The least you could do is enjoy it.”

“I am,” she assured him, devouring the morsel his fork offered, while blushing at the intimacy of being fed by him. She averted her gaze, only to meet Tristan’s head on. His devilish smile sent her back a few hours to when he had his lips sealed over her slit in between her legs. A part of her anatomy that was growing suspiciously moist just being around them again. Almost like her pussy had a radar that sensed the presence of the two undeniably gorgeous and sinful hotties.

This morning, they caught her breath with their masculine beauty. Rebecca didn’t want to think of how well they’d pulled all her strings in that bedroom. How they’d had her casting off inhibitions she’d clung to all her adult life, by giving in to their carnal whims without a thought to deny them.

Rebecca had a feeling they knew how easily they could make her do whatever they wished. She couldn’t think straight around them; somehow her pussy went on auto-pilot the moment either of them opened their mouths.

Spread those legs for me
.
Open your mouth to take my cock
.
Come, Rebecca – now
.

Rebecca’s body quivered inside just from the memory of their commands. And the way her body instantly responded, like to a snake-charmer’s flute.

I’m in deep trouble
, thought Rebecca, quickly biting into her buttered toast to mask her inner turmoil. Even when she didn’t fully understand what more they expected from her, she still shivered with anticipation.
I know they’re bad for me. I know that somehow, I’m going to get hurt. Why can’t I just walk away?

They could have any woman they wanted. She wasn’t blind; they looked like they could easily be mistaken for Calvin Klein models yet she was just…Rebecca.

We want you
.

Alec’s earlier words seared her skin like the burning strokes of a whip. Yes; crazily, incomprehensibly, they wanted
her
. Just not exactly in the way she’d have envisioned…

Rebecca had never really been interested in any of that 50 Shades stuff that seemed so popular at present. So she’d been blind-sided by the happenings of last night, starting with both the brothers wanting to take her to bed – and then culminating with her being tied and teased to mindless orgasms in that bedroom supposedly meant for her.

Then all the switching her between them, sliding into her in turns…right now her pussy walls quivered in remembrance. Would she ever be the same again?

Probably not. Alec and Tristan had awoken a side to her sexuality she’d never known was there. Turning her back on it, so soon after its discovery seemed ill-advised.

Now all she had to do was tell them she’d give them anything they desired.

Yet the capitulation stayed lodged in her throat. “Last night, what happened…I don’t usually act like that. In fact, never.” Slowly, she looked up to meet the silver-dollar gleam of their eyes. “It was really eye-opening for me, but…”

“You think you were the only one who was blown away?” Alec asked, and stretched out a hand to brush a crumb from below her lips. Rebecca’s whole flesh was suffused with heat at that slight, innocent touch, reminiscent of so many others not so innocent.

“Last night was a revelation for us, too. That’s why we don’t want it to end just yet. Why don’t you hear what we propose?” Alec asked.

“I think you made your intentions clear last night,” Rebecca murmured while deep inside, her heart raced. Lust coursed through her veins and her palms turned sweaty just thinking of their words just hours before.
Our little sex doll. Whenever we want. Say yes, Rebecca.

Rebecca could just see herself making the wrong move and regretting it later. She’d already acted so out of character with each impulsive decision she’d made since she met them. Only heaven knew what else they could get her to do if she let them have their way even further.

“Then you know we can give each other what we want,” Alec said calmly. There they sat, the epitome of raw sexuality; unapologetically male and sensual. Rebecca’s inner thighs felt a molten heat. She hadn’t even realized what she’d wanted until now. Their strength, their passion; the sensuality of each kiss, each touch.

“For some time now, Alec and I have wanted a threesome submissive arrangement with the right woman,” Tristan said. “It’s pretty much the same as what happened last night. You; yielding to our sexual demands yet always in a safe, sane and consensual setting. Simply no strings attached; just an opportunity to share this part of our lifestyle with you in a manner that can be ended whenever you or we decide. While it lasts though, it will be the most titillating experience you’ll ever share with anyone; that we can promise you.”

“Ah,” Rebecca said, chewing slowly on her food while her mind whirled faster and faster. “Do I get time to think about it first?”

“How much time do you need?” Tristan asked.