The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (10 page)

Ross tilted his head and suddenly she felt Lane’s hands glide up over her abdomen and underneath her breasts until he found both her nipples. They had already been hard, but when Lane started to roll them between his fingers, Becca couldn’t contain her whimper. Would they be upset with her? Was she allowed to make sounds? She didn’t want this mesmerizing scene to end. How had she not known that this existed?

“Keep your eyes on Ross, Becca,” Lane ordered, his breath swirling inside her ear. “Let him see what you are feeling. And don’t hold back on your cries, as we love to hear how our touch affects you.”

It was a good thing Lane was behind her, because Becca was positive her entire weight was resting against his broad chest. His fingers were now tugging her nipples and lifting her breasts. His sudden release caught her by surprise as his hands went underneath her mounds and lifted them up in offering to his brother.

Ross took one of the clamps and squeezed the bottom, opening up two tiny pads. Becca didn’t want to take her eyes off of Ross’s, as that would disobey one of her initial rules, but the curiosity of what the clamps looked like was almost unbearable. Ross was gracious enough to hold them in front of her. It really was beautiful, with two black pads above a few tiny, silver dangling chain links with a gorgeous, square, emerald-like jewel to finish off the ensemble. Below the two small cushions were a couple of smooth plastic nubs where Ross’s thumb and index finger were keeping the little device open. Becca’s eyes met his as he brought it to where Lane was holding her breast steady.

Not knowing what to expect, Becca was relieved when the pressure against her nipple was minute. Her relief was short-lived as Ross kept releasing his hold, causing her eyes to widen. She didn’t want him to think she couldn’t handle it, but within seconds, her breathing started to come out in shallow gasps. She hadn’t realized how much it would hurt.

“Deep breath, Rebecca,” Lane whispered into her ear. “Let the pain ease into you, become one with you. It will eventually dissipate into a deep burn. You can do this for us.”

Becca’s gaze never wavered from Ross’s and when he finally had released the clamp from his hold, approval raged in his eyes. She’d done it, although she was still waiting for the pain to disappear as Lane said it would. When Ross raised his hand with the other clamp, Becca felt her fingers slip from behind her back. Tightening her grip, she refused to break form and give them any reason to deny her an orgasm or to think she wasn’t the woman for them.

“Good girl,” Lane murmured, placing a gentle kiss below her ear.

Becca wondered what Ross saw in her eyes—pain or pleasure? She wasn’t sure what she was experiencing at the moment. When the pressure of the other clamp gradually became tighter, she felt a shiver go through her but resolved to bear through the ache. They allowed her a moment to process the discomfort, for which she was grateful. Amazingly, Lane was right and the initial pain turned into a deep burn. It was the continuous throbbing that he’d left out, which seemed to keep cadence with the pulses in her pussy. It was all connected and she felt as if she were one massive exposed nerve.

“Now walk over to the window overlooking the city and place yourself on display,” Ross suddenly ordered, his tone suggesting that he didn’t quite believe Becca would follow through. Was he looking forward to another punishment? She thought Lane was the one with the sadistic streak. “We are obviously too high up for people to see you from the street, but there may be a chance someone may be looking out from the high-rise across the way. It will please me for them to see you obeying my order. It will please me for them to know you belong to us.”

Lane stepped back from her, producing a flow of cool air that brushed against her skin. Not wanting them to think she would disappoint them again, Becca turned and started to walk toward the window. Just because her motions were fluid didn’t mean that alarming thoughts weren’t flowing through her mind. How could she just walk up to a window and let anyone view her body? What would people think of her? The window was getting closer as Becca weighed the pros and cons of displaying herself in such a way.

Maybe going another day without an orgasm wasn’t so bad, Becca thought. There were windows lit in the building across from them. Were there people inside, seeing her walking toward them naked? Each step made the clamps move, tugging on her nipples and reminding her that her body craved release. The device around her pussy was still set to a low level, giving her a continuous pulsating rhythm. The only problem was that it didn’t direct quite enough attention to her clit or G-spot, and she was left constantly teetering on the edge. Becca took the last step, seeing her reflection in the window. She alternated between being stunned by her obedience and in awe of how liberated she now felt. Becca belonged to them.

Lane came up behind her and quietly removed the miniscule locks at the front and back of her chastity belt. He removed both of the leather strips only to leave the C-clamp vibrator exposed directly over her throbbing clit. Doing so, Becca felt embarrassed by how wet she was. Moisture dripped down the inside of her thighs.

Placing her hands behind her head, Becca clasped her fingers together, straightened her back, and thrust her breasts outward. Placing her feet shoulder width apart, as Lane had shown her this morning, she then lifted her head. How long were they going to have her stand here? Becca tried to even out her breathing, but it hitched when Lane reached under her and pulled the clamp-shaped toy out from around her pussy. From the tightening of her muscles, Becca knew her pussy wasn’t going to give it up willingly. Lane tugged and it eventually slipped out, her cream betraying her body by aiding his actions. Becca suddenly felt empty.

“We are very pleased with you, Becca,” Lane said, as he placed the items on the floor. “Do you feel you deserve a reward?”

Was that a trick question? Becca didn’t want them to think she was wavering in her reply and spoke an honest answer, hoping she wasn’t making a mistake. “Yes, Sir.”

“Then you shall be rewarded,” Ross replied. “We will show everyone what a good little sub you are turning out to be. You are a fast learner, Becca. I hope we can continue at this rate, since we have plans on the weekend to attend a function at a friend’s house.”

Was this friend in the Order, as they referred to it? Becca never had found out exactly what it was, and wondered who would be there and how she was to act. She was sure they would tell her, and as they closed in on both of her sides, Becca let all of her thoughts dwindle away as she awaited their touch. She knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.

Instead of touching her clit as Becca craved, Lane slid his fingers through her drenched slit and brought his moist fingers up to her mouth. Did he expect her to taste herself? Her mouth involuntarily opened, regardless of the denials her mind was shouting out. Becca’s body knew what it wanted.

As Lane’s index and middle finger landed on her tongue, Becca closed her lips around his large knuckle. Sucking, she was amazed by the flavor that coated her taste buds. She’d never tasted herself before. Her cream had a tangy zest to it, completely different from that of a man. A man’s cum contained a musky essence to it, mixed with a salty aftertaste. Lane waited for her to clean his fingers, only pulling them out of her mouth when he was satisfied.

“Do you taste good, Becca?”

“Yes, Sir.” Becca flushed, which still amazed her. How did they stir up such emotion in her, yet make her still feel innocent?

“I think I deserve a taste, don’t you?” Lane asked, dragging his fingers over her opening for another scoop of her cream. Becca watched as he swiped them over his tongue. He closed his eyes and moaned his appreciation. Damn, that was hot. “Delicious, little sub.”

“Do not move from position,” Ross ordered, reaching around her for one of the clamps.

Becca wasn’t quite sure why he would say that when it was going to be a relief to have the nipple clamps removed. Lane had replaced his hand on her pussy, finally sliding over her clit. He moved his hand in a circular motion, but before Lane completed a full circle, Becca felt her heartbeat pulsate in her ears as sharp prickles through her clit indicated the beginning of her orgasm. Her reward was happening and Becca had never felt so grateful.

Ross, at that moment, suddenly removed the clip off the first nipple. The slow rise of her orgasm suddenly became a crashing wave. Becca had to lock her knees to keep herself from falling. Lane hadn’t let up the pressure or movement of her clit, carrying her to new heights. She wanted to beg him to stop and let her catch her breath, but she had no voice. Becca tightened her fingers behind her head, hoping the blackness that was closing in on her peripheral vision stopped before it sealed over her eyes.

“Isn’t she beautiful when she comes?”

Becca heard the words, but the blood was rushing past her eardrums and creating such a loud sound that she wasn’t sure who said it. She felt the other nipple clamp being held, and in a way welcomed the impending pain. As Becca had hoped, the burn associated with the removal of the clamp cleared her head for a second and then took her right back to riding another wave. Lane eventually slowed his movements, gradually bringing Becca down from the ultimate high. Becca said the only thing that came to mind.

“Thank you, Sirs.”

Becca laughed when Ross flipped a pancake and it landed on the stove. Lane just rolled his eyes. Grady had taken Saturday morning off, per Lane’s instructions, so that the three of them could enjoy some time alone before she was to retire to her room to prepare for this evening—the attendance of her first function.

“You’re a goof,” Becca said, relishing in their lighthearted mood.

“You should see him in the office when he gets bored,” Lane said, flipping a page of the paper. “He endlessly torments our analysts until someone gives up and plays Nerf basketball with him.”

Ross started to tell stories about Lane’s practical jokes on their employees, but Becca couldn’t see it. Lane? As the older brother by one minute, according to Ross, he appeared too serious about his work to do anything other than what was required of him.

The week had passed by in the blink of an eye. Each of them had rotated days off, spending their time getting to know her as well as vice versa. She found out little things, such as that their favorite colors were on total opposite ends of the spectrum. Ross loved the color red, whereas Lane loved green. They were both close to their parents, although Robert and Denise Ellison had retired to Florida a few years prior. Lane preferred classical music, while Ross liked to blare rock ‘n’ roll throughout the apartment when his brother wasn’t there. There were two things they had in common, though, and that was rocky road ice cream and BDSM.

The evenings were devoted to them learning her body, and Becca was well aware that they now knew every reaction her body could produce. They were able to generate mini orgasms as well as prolong them until she begged for relief—when they permitted her to speak. Lane and Ross spent endless hours searching for every erogenous zone they could find. Much to her disappointment, there was no oral sex or intercourse, for that matter. Monday couldn’t come soon enough, and although Becca was nervous and apprehensive about meeting new people, she knew the evening wouldn’t hold anything new. She sighed. Two more days.

“Have you thought to how you’re going to spend your days next week?” Ross asked, placing slightly burnt pancakes on the tray. They’d decided to confiscate Grady’s kitchen for their breakfast, and Becca was feeling bad at the mess Ross had left. She’d be sure to clean it up before Grady’s return. “We both have to be at the office the first half of the week.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll start searching for a job,” Becca said, taking a bite of bacon. She chewed the small piece and swallowed before continuing. “Two months goes by quick and I need to make sure I’m employed when—I mean if, sorry—this doesn’t work out.”

“Let’s take things one day at a time, shall we?” Lane said, folding up the newspaper and placing it on the table. Did that mean he wasn’t sure about her yet? Becca shifted in her seat. Apparently neither of them was wearing his heart on his sleeve. Ross had mentioned that first night that they were looking for someone permanent in their lives. Becca knew a week wasn’t that long, but she also knew that she was slowly losing her heart to them. What if they didn’t feel the same? “Has James called you today?”

“Uh, no, not yet.” Becca had suddenly lost her appetite and placed the uneaten strip of bacon back on her plate. She wiped her hands on the napkin to give her something to do. “He has been checking in every day. I’ve been telling him things are great. Is that okay?”

Becca could have kicked herself. That came across as insecure, which was the last thing she wanted them to think. She wasn’t going to have them feel pity for her if they decided she wasn’t the perfect sub for them.

“As long as you tell the truth, Becca,” Ross replied, leaning against the other side of the island. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, which was very distracting, but Becca managed to look into his eyes. He seemed to have missed the underlying tension with her mishap of words and Lane’s reply. “By the way, you’ll be getting a delivery sometime this afternoon. It’s your outfit for tonight’s excursion.”

Becca nodded and smiled, but her heart wasn’t in it. Had she done something to make Lane feel as if she wasn’t the one for them? She shot a quick glance over at Lane, who was concentrating on his breakfast. She’d hoped to get a read off of him, but it was impossible. Becca felt a small pang of anger, wishing that he’d be honest with her in regards to his feelings. If he thought this wasn’t going to work out, she’d rather him tell her now instead of waiting until the end of her contract. Her anger spurred her on, and Becca promised herself that if he had doubts now, he wouldn’t after this evening. She’d be the best damn sub at this function and prove to him that she had what it took to be a part of their lives.