Chapter 15
AREK
On Thursday, we head to the building where Hush is located. My sweet little kit has been burning hot for the past hour as we waited for the clock to wind down.
I missed the conversation in which this invitation took place, but apparently, Kylen agreed to participate in the dry run classes for the Lennon twins’ new kinky operation with the working title Secrets.
Which means we’re going to a bondage class and I’m here for it. I’m not entirely sure whether I want to be tied up or if I want to tie Kylen up. I could be down with either.
What I’m less excited about is Kole’s presence.
She hasn’t been quite as obsessively attached to Kylen’s side since our confrontation earlier in the week, but she’s here tonight, and I’m feeling a little annoyed.
Up until she became a thorn in my side, I rather enjoyed watching Kole’s brand of madness.
Admittedly, it’s not as fun when it’s directed toward me.
We went through the paperwork together yesterday, doing them in sets of three with different answers and combinations of answers. I made it clear I would not be allowing him to partner with anyone else, something that Kole took personal offense at.
“You don’t control him!” she snapped. “He can partner with whomever he wants.”
“He’s mine, and I’m not sharing him with anyone,” I argued.
“He’s not your possession!” she screeched in return.
While it was on the tip of my tongue to say yes, in fact, he was, Kylen beat me to a response first.
“Don’t pretend that if you had a romantic partner, you’d be happy to let them be paired with someone else, Kole.” His answer was reasonable and logical. It also rendered Kole without a leg to stand on.
Up until that point, I think she’s been under the assumption that Kylen was being held against his will. She didn’t have anything to add after that.
Now she’s glowering at me, her footsteps are barely not stomps as we walk down the sidewalk to the far end of campus. The old Victorian we use for Hush has seen far better days. It’s owned by all four fraternities and sororities together; however, barely any part of it is inhabitable.
There were just enough rooms deemed safe to begin Hush. The revenue from Hush helped further finish out the space the business needed to occupy and operate. It’s since made enough money to nearly finish remodeling the rest of the first floor, save for some of the bathrooms and the kitchen.
Since it was DIK money that funded the majority of the renovations, no one argued that DIK could use the newly renovated space for another business venture, and thus, Secrets now has a home.
We walk through the front door, greeted by another of our frat brothers, and led down the hall past Hush’s rooms to an open door. Through the door are the twins in nothing but leather shorts with cock hammocks and studded leather harnesses.
“Hmm,” I comment, tilting my head as I examine them. “This might be the first time I thought they were attractive.”
Kylen’s hand tightens in mine. I’m not in the least bit surprised that he’s avoiding looking at them, and his cheeks are rosy pink. I kiss his temple. “Not as hot as you, but I think we’re going to need to get some leather and deck you out. Just for my viewing pleasure.”
“Ugh. That’s my brother!” Kole mutters.
“Then stop listening,” I retort.
Kylen turns his face into my shoulder to hide his blush, but I feel his slight nod.
Oh fuck. My cock likes this idea. I might not have been fully serious, but I now have someone to spend my vast bank account on, and dressing Kylen up in sexy leather straps?
Fuck yes. Nothing is as exciting as that. My cock agrees.
The twins turn to face us, but it’s our other frat brother, Evan, who greets us. He laughs, shaking his head. “Man, I look forward to your shirts every day.”
I glance down. It reads, ‘It’s safe to sit on my face.’
Evan winks at Kylen, who tries to hide behind me. I grin happily because I had him sitting on my face this morning while I ate his sexy hole until he came all over my chest. I hadn’t even been trying for an orgasm, so that was just a bonus.
Kole scowls at us and stomps off.
“I think you three should tie her up,” I suggest. “Use her as your demonstration dummy.”
Evan raises an eyebrow and turns to look at the twins.
“Uh…” Kylen says. “I think they’re tying each other up, Arek.”
I examine the three of them and remember that I had heard murmurings that they fucked around together. Not going to lie. Orev and I have always said we wanted to share someone between us one day. I guess I don’t find it all that surprising that the Lennon twins found someone to share.
“We were going to,” Otis says, his eyes raking down Evan lecherously. “But tying up the demon twin sounds exciting too.”
Otto and Evan nod, all three sets of eyes seek out Kole across the room.
“Glad I could facilitate this,” I say. “This way?”
“Grab a bag of ropes there,” Otto says, nodding in the direction of the simple black duffel bags stacked on a table. “Find a comfortable mat. Check out the ropes, but don’t unbind them. They’ll be easily knotted.”
With Kylen’s hand still in mine, I lead him to the table and grab a bag before leading him into the room.
It’s strange seeing an authentically accurate Victorian parlor set up with cages, a wall of impact play toys, and a shelf of different sex toys.
They contrast the 1930s painting of Paris beautifully.
“Where do you want to sit?” I ask Kylen.
He looks around bashfully and points to a mat on the far side of the room. There’s no one behind or in front. We’ll have a good vantage point to see what’s going on in the demonstration without feeling like we’re also being watched.
We take our spot, and I open the duffel bag to slide it in front of Kylen. He looks at me with barely concealed trepidation. I don’t need to be skilled at reading people to know that Kylen is nervous, shy, and a little mortified. That seems to be Kylen’s default in most situations.
Kylen pulls out one of the neatly coiled lengths of rope and sets it on the floor. There are two others in the bag as well.
“That’s a lot of rope,” he says.
“You want to tie me up?”
He looks at me, eyes widening and mouth forming a small O of surprise. “I—really?”
“I’m not going to pretend I’m very submissive, but I’m happy to submit to you sometimes when you want to be in control.”
He swallows, eyebrows knitting together as he studies my face. “I…” His eyes drop to the rope and then his hands. Even though I have a long way to go in completely being able to read my little kit like a book, the shades of pink to red on his face are telling.
They’re flushed pale right now, and the tinge of pink is high on his cheeks. “I’m not sure I’m very dominant,” he says quietly.
I gently angle his face up so he’s looking into my eyes.
“You’re allowed to explore different relationship dynamics with me, little kit.
” I kiss his lips gently, letting our mouths linger together.
“Maybe that role isn’t something you’re comfortable in, and that’s okay. You might not know until you try.”
Kole looms over us before Kylen has a chance to take a breath and answer. His eyes snap up to hers. I’m not in the least bit shocked to find her scowling down at me. “Don’t fucking force him to be tied up!”
I am surprised when Kylen pulls away from me and jumps to his feet.
He shoves his sister away, startling her.
“Stop being a bitch, Kole. He wants me to tie him up! I’m getting really tired of you constantly painting him as a villain when you’re being far more toxic than he has.
Back off already. I’m fucking twenty-one.
Not five. You don’t need to protect me from the bullies on the playground anymore, especially since you’re the one being the bully. ”
Kole stares at Kylen. In fact, the entire room stares at the Whitaker twins as they face off.
It’s clear, even to me, that Kylen never stands up to Kole. I’m not sure he’s ever had to, but I’m positive this has never happened.
Without a word, Kole turns away and leaves the room. Kylen’s inhale is shaky. He practically sinks in on himself when he realizes the entire room is looking at him. He drops like a rock back to the mat, and I wrap him in my arms, shielding him from everyone’s eyes.
The room remains silent for several minutes. I don’t try to talk to him as he hides his face in my chest until people begin moving around again. Quiet chatter picks up, and Kylen sighs.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
“Don’t apologize for anyone’s behavior that isn’t your own,” I say.
He sighs again and picks his head up. He’s pale. He hates being stared at like that. I gently trace his cheekbones and down to his jaw with my thumbs as I hold his face in my hands. A soft smile settles on his lips.
“I do want you to tie me up,” I decide out loud.
“I think it’ll go a long way in helping you gain some confidence in this.
You naturally tend to let me do what I want, and I love that.
I think you do too.” Kylen nods, and there’s that beautiful pink coloring his cheeks.
“But I think you need to feel that I trust you as well. I trust you to protect me and keep me safe. I trust you to make me completely vulnerable and in your control.”
Kylen’s lips part as he stares at me. “Okay,” he breathes.
Smiling, I kiss him softly, feeling the way his eyes flutter closed from the tickle of his long lashes on my skin.
We sit quietly for a few minutes while the others participating in this dry run begin to file in. Kole re-enters the room and doesn’t look in our direction as she heads for the front. I’m slightly amused that it appears Otis, Otto, and Evan might tie her up after all.
Kylen’s fingers toy with the end of the rope in front of us while everyone settles and the door is shut. Otis stands in front of the small group gathered. There are eight of us in the audience.
“Thanks for coming and helping us run through a few trial classes. We’re going to send out a survey and questionnaire after, requesting all your honest feedback.
We want to get this right, make sure it’s a safe space for everyone, and that you’re comfortable.
Aside from this short welcome from me, we’re going to conduct tonight as if we’re live.
Before we start, are there any questions? ”
The room remains quiet.
“Okay, cool. Then I’m going to welcome Miss Lu to the front and hand over the ropes to her.” He winks at his audience before joining his twin, Evan, and Kole at the side of the ‘stage’ area, though there’s no platform or anything.
The first twenty minutes are talking about consent. Explaining the subtle difference between bondage and shibari—which I’m still unclear about. Touching slightly on Dom and sub roles. Then instructing us to determine with our partners who wants to be tied up.
Kylen’s pretty red cheeks turn in my direction, but since we’ve already discussed this, we don’t need to again. Though Kylen’s gaze is trained on his lap right now, I don’t miss the way Kole looks in our direction.
It’s not anger that plays across her face right now as she looks at her brother.
I don’t know Kole well, but as I filter through all the cataloged expressions of my sisters in my head, I think maybe she’s upset.
Her anger and possessiveness are out of love.
Grudgingly, I do respect that. I’d like her far less if she handed her twin over to a psychopath without a care in the world.
“We’re going to begin with the one tied up on their knees,” Miss Lu says.
Kole gets to her knees with her hands behind her back, eyes locked on the audience, though not in our direction anymore.
I change my position to match hers, and my sweet little kit blushes more.
The class is a combination of Miss Lu showing us how to align the ropes, how to loop them, how to make them snug, how to tie them, and how far is too tight. She uses Otto as a model, keeping him on his feet so we all have a clear view, while Otis and Evan tie Kole up together.
Kylen is silent except for his increasingly heavy breathing while he moves around me. I’ve never been tied up before, and while I know I said I trusted Kylen to render me entirely vulnerable, I wasn’t expecting to feel… well… tied up.
He is careful, checking in with me every time he tightens a knot or adds a new loop around my biceps and forearms. When he gets to my wrists, my dick suddenly decides we really like this.
Kylen doesn’t notice at first. Not until he is instructed to come to the front of me and finish tying the rope harness off.
That’s when he finds my cock trying to break out of my pants for all the world to see. His eyes meet mine, wide. Shocked.
“You like this,” he whispers.
“I’m as surprised as you are,” I admit. Leaning forward, I murmur, “I’m going to breed you until you taste my load tonight, little kit.”
His cheeks turn rosy, but his nostrils flare. His pupils dilate. Ohhhh… My sweet, sweet Kylen likes that.
I lick my lips, and as if he can’t help himself, he leans in and kisses me hotly. Right there with an audience, he practically climbs onto my lap with my arms bound behind me and kisses me filthily for the world to see.
In a rare act of submission, I let him command the kiss entirely. He leads, and I follow as he grips my head tightly and leads me into a heated make-out session.
It’s many, many minutes later that he pulls his mouth from mine and stares into my eyes with something I actually recognize. Lust. I bite his lip gently and am rewarded with a soft moan.
Then he hears the room around him and becomes absolutely horrified.
“Oh my god,” he squeaks and quickly buries his face in my neck.
While I’d love to wrap him up in my arms and hide him from the world, I’m completely at his mercy right now. I grin hugely as the room steals glances at us. Kylen wrapped around me, practically dry humping me as he kissed me.
I meet Kole’s eyes, and she’s staring straight at me. Yes, now you can see it with your own eyes. I’m not actually forcing Kylen into anything. Here I am, tied up and without volition, and you witnessed with your own eyes your brother all over me. This is mutual, whether you like it or not.
My words may not leave my mouth, but I have a feeling that Kole still hears them loud and clear. This is one of the few times that my facial expression isn’t as empty as it usually is. I’m feeling smug. Proud. Fucking ecstatic that Kylen is just as turned on by me as I am by him.
We’re going to have fun with rope in the future.