Twisted Bites (Twisted Desires)

Chapter 1 Lane

Lane

I brushed my hair in the vanity mirror, nerves thrumming under my skin. It had grown several inches over the past two years, and I had no plans to cut it. Greyson loved my hair, and I loved anything that Greyson loved.

My husband was obsessed with me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I lived for his attention.

Setting down the brush, I rechecked my makeup, just to make sure it was absolutely perfect. I smiled at my reflection. The shimmery pearlescent eyeshadow complemented my ocean eyes, and the mascara made my lashes long, dark, and fluttery.

I took a slow breath, reminding myself that if I was nervous, Oliver was probably hyperventilating.

Not that Ollie didn’t want to go through with it, because I knew he did. When I had first mentioned my idea a few weeks ago—while we were hanging out in my bedroom after a day at the zoo—Oliver’s face had turned pink, and his pupils had blown wide with arousal.

The air had grown heavy between us, and suddenly we were both fantasizing about the possibility of being with one another in a more… intimate way.

In the end, we’d laughed it off, because neither of us thought our respective partners would ever allow something like that to happen.

Of course, Greyson had clocked the tension between the two of us immediately, and once Oliver had left that night, he’d cornered me.

Knowing that Daddy still wasn’t very fond of Ollie, I’d tried to brush it off. He wasn’t having it, though, and had thrown me over his shoulder, to which I yelped in surprise. He’d carried me into our bedroom, and before I knew it, my wrists had been cuffed to the bed.

Daddy had then edged me for fucking hours, always stopping just before I could find my release. Eventually, I’d broken down and confessed.

To be honest, I hadn’t really caught his reaction to what I’d said, as I was understandably more than a little out of it after finally being allowed to come.

A few weeks passed after that, and I’d just assumed that Grey had forgotten about his silly idea.

That was, until this morning, when, during breakfast, Grey had quite nonchalantly told me that his brothers and Ollie would be over that evening for a “playdate.”

I’d choked on my chocolate milk.

Then, as I stared at him in a stunned silence, he’d chuckled fondly, taking a napkin to dab up a drop of milk from my chin, and explained that he’d brought up my idea to Hudson and Hayes, and they had agreed it could be fun.

As I sat there blinking at him, my brain making dial-tone noises, he continued talking. “They aren’t allowed to touch you, and I’m not allowed to touch your friend. Both of you will need to follow our rules, but I know you will, baby, because you’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?”

I shuddered, thinking back on the conversation, and glanced down to find myself hard.

I ground my palm against my erection just once, just to feel a hint of that delicious pressure, then looked across the room to my bed.

Chloe was napping contentedly on one of my pillows, but that wasn’t what my attention was on, even as much as I loved my pretty ‘lil lady.

No, my eyes were focused on what Grey had left at the foot of the bed.

My stomach tingled with heat as I stood from the vanity and walked over, shedding my silky pink dressing gown.

Waiting for me to change into was a gorgeous white lace babydoll, the chest open. The matching panties had the cutest tiny pink rose in the center of the waistband, and a slit in the back for easy access.

Next to them sat a pair of white fishnet thigh-highs and a collar covered completely in diamonds. Swoon. Literally.

I ached to feel the outfit on my skin, but that wasn’t even all of it.

God, I was practically lightheaded with desire as I admired the kitty ear headband and tail plug—both with the softest, prettiest white fur.

Daddy wanted me to be his kitten tonight.

We hadn’t experimented much with pet play, although we’d talked about trying it one day. That day was apparently today.

Being a kitty wasn’t a part of the original fantasy I’d shared with Ollie, but I certainly wasn’t mad about it. If Daddy wanted me to be a kitty, I’d be the most perfectest motherfucking kitty he could hope for.

I flushed as I began dressing, the thought popping into my head that if I was being a kitten tonight, Ollie was more than likely a puppy.

Fuck, I couldn’t wait.

I still didn’t quite understand how on earth this was even happening, but whatever. Hopefully, the brothers could contain their bloodlust for one night. I knew Grey would protect me if the twins tried anything, but I wasn’t interested in being the target of their aggression in the first place.

I just had to trust that they’d worked everything out beforehand. And maybe checked their weapons at the door…

Once I’d put everything on, I padded over to my bathroom and bent over the edge of my bathtub to slick my hole with lube.

I fingered myself greedily, one finger, then two, moaning unabashedly, until I was able to slowly push the tail plug past my rim. It jostled into place, sending a shiver racing up my spine.

It was time.

I would be Greyson’s kitten tonight, playful and obedient and oh-so-fucking pretty, ready to arch and mewl under my Daddy’s command.

I stood up shakily, letting out a whimper as the plug shifted inside.

A knock sounded at my bedroom door.

I was out of the bathroom and moving towards it as it creaked open just enough for Daddy to slip through and close it behind him.

When those honey-brown eyes landed on me, Grey groaned, his gaze full of predatory intent and possessive satisfaction. “Oh, princess, it’s perfect.”

My cock twitched in my panties as he prowled closer and began to circle me.

“You like it, Daddy?” I whispered, tracking my husband’s perusal.

Greyson’s voice rumbled as his hands reached out to squeeze my ass, fingers digging in just enough to tease, “You know I do. You excited, baby?”

I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes, Daddy. Nervous too.” My voice came out breathy, my body trembling as his hands caressed me.

Greyson chuckled, his thumb brushing the steadily leaking bulge in my panties. I shivered at his touch, a small moan slipping out from my lips.

“Good. I’m sure Ollie will be too. You’ll both behave, or there’ll be punishments.”

The promise hung heavy, making my pulse race.

“I’ll be the best kitten for you,” I breathed, hoping that the sincerity behind those words showed through the look I was giving him. I’d always be the best of whatever he wanted me to be.

“I wouldn’t expect any less from you.” His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me in close. I gasped as his erection ground against my own.

“They’re waiting for us,” he said, gaze heated. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I answered, letting myself be tugged from my bedroom by my husband.

Grey smiled at me, then led me out to the living room.

Immediately, Ollie caught my eye as we entered, his brown gaze wide and shimmering with the same mix of caution and hunger that I was feeling.

A shy smile tugged at his lips, and he ducked his head, cheeks blooming red.

I wanted to cross the space and pull him into a hug like I always did, but the rules were clear.

We weren’t to do anything without our partners’ explicit instructions.

I wasn’t keen on risking my safety and/or sanity for a friendly hug.

I looked around, seeing that as I’d been getting ready, cushions and blankets had been scattered like nests in front of the couch, and an honestly foreboding plethora of chains and toys had been laid out on the coffee table.

As my eyes jumped from one implement to another, Grey continued guiding me further into the room, leading me to one side of the huge L-shaped sofa, the triad already having claimed their spot on the other side.

Greyson sat, then tugged me onto his lap with my back flat against his broad chest.

“On your knees, pup,” I heard Hayes order.

I watched with bated breath as Ollie dropped to the floor.

My thighs clenched together at the sight of my best friend—naked besides a thick leather collar with an attached leash, which Hayes held wrapped around his hand, a headband similar to mine, but with dark brown droopy ears, and a matching tail plug nestled between his cheeks.

His hair was a curly mess as always, and somehow completely fit the puppy vibe.

Hudson knelt down next to him, leaving Hayes alone on the couch. Grabbing his chin, he turned Oliver’s head towards me. “Look at your friend, pet. Does he know you’re the one who asked for him to be a kitty today?”

I moaned wantonly at the realization that Ollie had been the one behind my kitten attire.

Ollie’s face flushed bright red, and he whimpered, averting his gaze. Hudson tsked and tightened his grip on his face, fingers pressing into his cheeks harshly, and forced his gaze back to me.

At the same time, Grey suddenly spread my thighs apart, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, yanking them down to expose my dripping and swollen cock.

Hudson then lubed his fingers and slid two of them into Oliver’s front hole with a wet squelch.

Ollie and I held eye contact, both moaning as Hudson thrust his fingers in and out a few times before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips.

“So fucking wet,” he groaned, his tongue flicking out to lick at his slick fingers. “One look at Lane and you’re soaked. What do you have to say for yourself, pup?”

Oliver swallowed, his eyes hooded from arousal. “I’m sorry?”

Hayes huffed out a laugh from above. “Don’t apologize. Why don’t you tell your friend what you think of the outfit Grey picked for him?”

“I—You’re so pretty, Laney,” Oliver stammered shyly.

“God, Ollie,” I said breathily, rocking my ass against Daddy’s hard-on. “You’re so hot. This is so hot.”

Hayes smirked, then roughly yanked Oliver’s leash, making him stumble to turn back to face him. “Let’s show your friend how well you can take cock.”