11. Handcuffed Guilt
HANDCUFFED GUILT
Tamara is chatting away, as I sip my scotch, waiting for Ben to get here. As promised, he’s on coverage duty of anyone who calls out, and sure enough, another captain called out.
It will probably take him over an hour to get here, and we don’t even know if Kate will show up here or not. We’ve been coming here nearly every night hoping that she’ll show up and we can set everything straight.
I still don’t think I’ve truly let myself come to terms with what Ben did. He’s been beating himself up so much; I don’t see the point in adding to his guilt. We’ll get this all sorted and we’ll move on.
Kate will either be so outraged that she never speaks to us again, or maybe she’ll somehow be able to forgive my brother’s lie and have some interest in still seeing him, or maybe even me too?
It’s wishful fucking thinking. No one wants to be lied to, especially with what we’re doing here. We might not know each other, be romantic in any way, but there’s still a level of trust that comes with kink.
“What do you think?” Tamara’s voice cuts into my thoughts.
I’d barely been paying attention. Tamara and I have played some at Avalon, but we aren’t truly compatible.
Tamara is a brat, and while I love being the one in control, I’m also not a fan of being disobeyed.
Impact play and bondage are both things I enjoy doing to my partner, and I like them compliant and begging.
Tamara likes to escape handcuffs and act out for more spankings.
I’ll entertain it on occasion, but it isn’t my preference.
No, my preference is a woman doing what I tell her to because it pleases me.
She wants me to spank her because she knows how hard it makes me and how much I like to see how wet she is when her ass is nice and pink.
I want to tie her up and do what I want, and she knows she’ll get what she needs because she’s been good.
“Sorry?” I ask Tamara.
“Did you want to play tonight?” she asks, and I glance over at the entrance, and that’s when I see her.
Still as beautiful as I remember, though she has a sad expression written on her face.
“Sorry, not tonight. If you’ll excuse me,” I say, knowing she’ll pout about it, but there are other members who are far more suited to her needs.
Kate looks like she’s trying to get the hell out of Avalon when she sees me and I wonder if she realizes the lie, or if it’s something else.
Fuck, Ben isn’t here and won’t be here for god knows how long. I’ll stall, or I’ll just tell her myself. Even if the idea pisses me off, I’m not the one who lied and yet I have to take the fall.
“Kate?” I ask, lightly touching her shoulder, making her turn to face me.
Her blue eyes look nearly crystalline as they fill with tears.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, placing my hand on her other shoulder, rubbing the exposed skin.
“It’s been a shit night,” she says, rubbing under her left eye. “I’m not even sure why I came here.”
“You don’t?” I ask her, hoping she will say more. It’s evident she doesn’t know about me and Ben. There must be something else going on in her life.
She shrugs, letting out a heavy sigh. “I guess I was hoping you’d be here and it could be more like the first time we were together. I just…I want…”
Fuck, she looks so soft and small right now, but I need her to verbalize what she wants even if I shouldn’t give it to her. I should tell her everything right now, but she’s already having a terrible night. What if I could make it better?
“What is it you want?”
She shrugs again, and I push her hair behind her ear, leaning down to whisper.
“Be good and tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” I say, hoping that what she wants is also what I want, even though I have no right, even though I know that if I take her into the back of Avalon, I’m just as bad as my brother, probably even worse.
Yet, this yanking feeling in my chest wants to wipe that look off her face, to be the reason she isn’t sad. If she’s going to be crying, it should be for a good reason, like she’s begging to come, or choking on my cock.
“I want to not think for a while. I want you to be in charge,” she says, looking up at me so sexy and so hopeful.
I stamp my place in hell as I grab her hand and drag her to a private room. I wonder what special place is dedicated for twins who lie about their identities to innocent women.
Kate doesn’t question anything and she almost seems in a daze as I deal with the hostess and bring us into a private suite.
As soon as the door shuts, she looks at me with eager, shiny eyes.
“Dress off. On your knees,” I tell her, pointing to where I want her on the floor.
Her breath hitches, but she nods, complying immediately as she unzips the side of her dress and places it on the table before getting down on her knees, her palms rubbing the top of her thighs.
Her panties and bra don’t match again and it has my dick twitching in my pants. Something about her not planning to have sex and still being sweet and obedient at a drop of a hat does it for me.
I walk toward her, my dress shoes clicking against the floor as I pet the top of her head. She looks up at me and I know she’s in the palm of my hand.
Whatever I ask of her, she’ll do it, happily. She doesn’t want to think about life, or about anything. She wants to be my sweet little Kate.
“What do you say if you don’t like something?” I ask her.
“Marina,” she says softly and I do my best not to sigh. Ben filled me in on every single detail that happened that night. I just have to accept the safeword that was chosen.
“I’ll be disappointed if you’re uncomfortable or don’t like something and you don’t tell me, do you understand?”
“I understand, Ben,” she says, and my stomach tightens. My treacherous dick doesn’t feel guilt, though, still tight and hard in my pants.
“You’ll call me sir tonight,” I tell her, not wanting her to call me by my brother’s name.
“Yes, sir,” she says, her breath hitching, and her flesh pebbling with want.
I pet down her hair again, and watch as her lids go heavy, and her chest rises and falls with her deep breaths. It’s almost like watching all the stress she’s dealing with slowly slip out of her, and I’ve barely touched her.
“I’m going to be rougher than the first time we were together. Are you okay with handcuffs, blindfolds, and me spanking you?” I ask.
Her cheeks heat as she glances up at me from her lashes.
“Yes, sir.”
“You sit here and you wait till I get back. No touching yourself.”
I pet her head one more time before going back to the hostess and getting the items I’m planning to use for tonight.
I have more than enough time to contemplate what I’m doing.
I should walk back in that room and tell Kate the truth.
What does it say about me that I don’t? That this urge to make her feel better overrides all of that.
Which is equally a lie, because I’m also the selfish fuck that wants to do this.
Saying that it’s all about Kate is the lie I tell myself, so guilt doesn’t consume me.
The truth?
After that night in my office, I wanted her again, but let the memory slip away. When Ben told me what he did, jealousy seeped in along with curiosity. There’s never been a woman who’s been so well matched for the both of us, able to fill both of our needs.
Maybe deep down I feel like I have a claim to Kate since I saw her first. Either way, I know I’m an asshole for walking back into this room. I know it’s wrong.
Instead of stopping, I just dig myself in deeper, placing the black lace blindfold over her eyes, like if she can’t see me. It makes a difference.
Her soft pink lips part as I lean down, placing her wrists behind her back. These handcuffs aren’t totally handcuffs, but the best option for beginners, a simple duel silicone cuff. If she wants out of them, she’ll be able to do so for herself.
“Let me see your tongue.”
She flattens her tongue as I unfasten my belt, slipping it through the loops before letting it clank to the floor. She doesn’t close her mouth, she just waits, even though I’m taking my damn time.
There’s still time to turn back, to untangle myself out of this lie, but like the sick fuck I am, I don’t.
Instead, I pull my cock out of my pants and briefs, tapping the head of my cock against her tongue three times.
She has no use of her hands, with them behind her back straining her arms. I imagine by now her knees are aching from being on the hard floor, but her posture is still poised as I slink my length into her mouth.
“Keep that tongue out, Kate,” I tell her, and she listens, letting me use her mouth and throat.
She doesn’t try to impress me by making noises she doesn’t mean, or taking control, licking all over my shaft.
She takes what she’s given, like a good girl.
“I want you to wrap those pretty lips around the head and suck.”
I gauge her gag reflex, moving in and out of her throat, seeing what she can take. At what point is too deep and she never pulls back.
I trail my thumb over her throat. “Is this too deep for you, baby?” I ask, pulling out, her saliva dripping off the head of my cock.
“No, sir.”
“Your throat was made to be fucked too, wasn’t it? Show me how good you are at sucking me off.”
Kate shifts on the floor, rubbing her thighs together and I groan as her mouth latches on to the head of my dick and she sucks, hard.
“Fuckkkk,” I hiss, knowing if she keeps doing that I’ll be coming in her mouth and not her pussy.
I pull out of her mouth with a pop, the suction almost too much to bear as I cup her chin and tilt her face up.
“You might be too good at that, sweet Kate.”
I can’t even see her eyes, but the corner of her mouth tilting is all the reassurance I need.
“I’m going to help you onto the bed. I want you on your knees, ass in the air. I’m going to spank you and finger your pussy until I’ve decided you’ve had enough.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers as I grab her by the waist.
She’s unsteady without her arms for balance and there’s a good chance that maybe one of her legs went to sleep. Instead of guiding her to the bed, I pick her up, an arm wrapped around her back and the other around her thighs as I lie her on the bed, rolling her on to her stomach.
Without a command, she bends her knees; her face pressed against the sheets, with her ass in the air. I stare at her peachy little ass for a moment, before removing the rest of my clothes, neatly folding them and placing them on the table.
The anticipation has Kate nearly shaking on the bed. When I grip the hem of her panties to slide them down her thighs, she gasps.
“Did sucking my cock make you wet for me?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond as I shift my fingers between her legs, feeling her cunt.
“Mmm. I think we can do better,” I say, with a swat to her ass.
Kate moans into the bed, her wrists fighting against the restraints at the base of her spine as her fingers curl into delicate little fists.
I reel my hand back, spanking her in the same spot, and she inhales deeply.
“Do you want a bruise?” I ask, praying that the answer is yes. Hoping with everything that she wants me to leave marks on her. That tomorrow while she’s sitting at home doing hot professor shit, that every time she sits on this sweet ass she thinks about me .
“Yes. Please,” she says in that raspy tone that goes straight to my fucking cock.
I squeeze her left cheek, hard, to the point she’s squirming against my touch. I rear my open palm back and hit the same spot three times in rapid succession.
Kate is panting, her knuckles are white from her fists being clenched against her back.
The spot on her ass is a bright red, a stark contrast against her creamy flesh. But it’s not enough to leave a mark for more than a day. She must know it too, as the muscles in her back tighten as she awaits the next strike.
I don’t give it to her right away, and she doesn’t ask. She patiently waits.
She’s fucking perfect.
I spank her five more times, the start of a purple splotch forming against her ass. Kate is panting against the mattress as I cup her pussy, making her jump.
“You’re fucking dripping for me. You should see how good your ass looks. Fuck, Kate.”
I drag my fingers through her wetness, sliding my thumb into her pussy as my fingers toy with her clit.
“You feel so good. Come for me so I can wrap that pussy around my cock.”
Her moan is soft but brain rattling as she rocks back against my hand. Her essence coats my fingers and my dick is nearly weeping with need.
I lightly smack the tender spot of her ass as I finger her before fisting myself and rubbing my cock along her reddened ass. The smoothe curve of her ass has my cock weeping as I smack her flesh a few times with my length like a promise of what's to come.
I don’t let up with the curve of my fingers, fucking her hard and fast with my hand till she finally falls apart, her knees nearly buckling beneath her as she cries out her pleasure. I hold her hips up, not relenting my movements in the slightest as she gasps, trying to catch her breath.
When I slide my hand away from her pussy, she winces, and I’m glad she’s blindfolded so she can’t see my smile.
Her thighs tremble as I get off the bed and grab a condom, sheathing my cock, before lining up behind her, shifting my length through her pussy lips.
“I’m gonna take you fast and hard. You’re going to take it for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she says, nodding her head.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” she rasps out.
She’s so fucking wet, there’s no resistance as I slide my cock into her warm heat. She feels perfect and it might be the very moment I realized how absolutely fucked me and my brother are.