Chapter 22 #3
D’Angelo is stroking the hair at the base of Shay’s neck. Does he know he’s doing that tender gesture?
I don’t think so.
When they both realize that Robyn is hungrily watching them, however, D’Angelo’s expression becomes cold again.
He shoves Shay in the back, sending him stumbling, until his knees hit Robyn’s.
“Look at our two captive brides.” D’Angelo adjusts his tie. “Are you ready to be fucked on your wedding night?”
I glance nervously at my brother.
Is this game too edgy for him? Will he safeword?
Instead, Shay’s gaze falls on Robyn. “For months.”
Robyn’s expression becomes raw and fragile. Then she reaches out to run her bound hands up Shay’s thigh to the top of his suspenders, skirting his cock and balls.
Shay’s breath stutters.
“It’s so silky.” Robyn strokes her hands down his leg. “You make a gorgeous wife.”
Shay’s eyelashes are wet. He is looking at Robyn with awe.
I reach around Robyn, palming over her right breast, teasing her nub.
She arches against me. But she doesn’t stop touching Shay.
D’Angelo’s dancing gaze meets mine, before he decides to mirror me, tracing over Shay’s bra. He rubs the silky material over Shay’s right pec and peaking nipple.
Shay’s knees buckle under the overwhelming stimulation.
“Don’t move,” D’Angelo warns.
Shay struggles to remain standing, but D’Angelo doesn’t relent with his tormenting.
“Shit, the feel of the silk against my nipple feels bloody amazing.” Shay throws his head back. “I never knew that there was an upside to these things.”
Robyn narrows her eyes. “Try having to wear them every day.”
“Maybe he will.” D’Angelo retaliates on Robyn’s behalf, pinching Shay’s nipple. Shay gasps. “How would you feel wearing a bra under your hockey jersey, and only we would know?”
Shay bites his lip. “Bloody hell.”
D’Angelo pushes Shay, until he is bending over.
Then he raps his back. “Hollow it. Present your ass for me.”
Shay obeys him.
D’Angelo has my brother well trained now.
Shay rests his hands on Robyn’s knees. The two subs are facing each other.
Shay smiles. “Hello, love.”
Robyn answers by kissing him, sweetly.
D’Angelo and I watch the two subs who are caught between us. Is there the same fondness and love in my expression, as there is in D’Angelo’s?
Shay and Robyn can’t see it. But do they understand that D’Angelo would die for them?
That I would kill for them?
That I have already?
Then D’Angelo’s frosty mask fits back into place, as he slaps Shay’s hip. He slips a bottle of lube out of his pocket.
I focus back on Robyn, kissing down the back of her neck and circling and stroking her nipples, until she is squirming and wet.
I hear the snick of the lube opening. Then Shay breaks the kiss with Robyn.
“T-that’s…a lot,” Shay gasps. “T-w-o fingers already?”
“Color,” D’Angelo demands.
“Green.”
“Then you can take it. Come on, pretty girl, you don’t want me to stop, do you?”
I know that D’Angelo always would. It’s why I’m not breaking his hand right now.
Shay is struggling to breathe but still manages to laugh. “D-d-don’t you d-d-are.”
D’Angelo crisply smacks Shay’s ass. “Is that any way to talk to your Sir? Looks like you’re ready for three fingers then.”
My brother never knows when to stop bratting.
Robyn peppers Shay’s face with kisses, distracting him from D’Angelo’s mercilessness.
I edge my fingers to her clit, building her pleasure.
My own cock is hard in my joggers. I could easily reach down and release it, then thrust up into Robyn in this position.
I could fuck her, chasing my own pleasure.
It’s one of the Pucking Them Positions.
Robyn doesn’t come from vaginal stimulation, however, and I’m not like my twin. I spent twenty-one years without having sex. I don’t need to come to feel satisfied.
I want to see my Robyn come apart in my arms.
As I wrote in the Guide this morning, my own pace means not always needing to come myself.
I am using bondage. I am roleplaying. I will make my sub come.
This is enough for me.
Everyone here needs something different.
Is this what a healthy relationship looks like?
Finally, when D’Angelo has prepared…or tortured…Shay enough, he takes a deliberate step back.
I hear a packet being opened and then D’Angelo behind Shay and Robyn undoing his trousers.
Then he slaps Shay again. “Your tight little hole felt amazing on my fingers. I bet that it would feel incredible on my cock. But do you deserve to be bred by me?”
“Yes, Sir,” Shay replies, suddenly polite.
“Beg.”
Shay’s cheeks pink. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
Shay hesitates. Robyn smiles at him encouragingly.
Shay’s breathing steadies, before he says in a quiet voice, “Please breed me, Sir.”
There is a long, tense moment.
Then D’Angelo says, icily. “I can’t hear you. Louder.”
I arch my eyebrow at D’Angelo. He truly is channeling the mafia boss vibes. It is giving me chills.
I’m impressed.
Robyn kisses Shay again.
Shay says, loudly, “Please breed me and make my pussy yours, Sir.”
D’Angelo looks proud, before he launches himself forward like he can’t hold himself back any longer.
He thrusts into Shay, hard and deep.
Shay is knocked into Robyn, before he can catch himself. I tighten my hold on Robyn, widening my stance to keep us all in place, despite the sudden rocking.
Shay’s fingers claw into Robyn’s thighs. “Fuck.”
“That’s the idea, doll.” D’Angelo grabs Shay by the hair and pistons into him ruthlessly.
I increase the speed of my circling over Robyn’s clit. She is squirming now, attempting to both push into and away from my touch.
I hold her in place, nipping up and down her neck.
Shay and Robyn desperately find each other’s lips again.
The two subs, who are being driven to inexorable orgasms between their two doms, cling to each other.
My brother and my lover, the two most important people in my world, are held, safe, and loved.
They’re being shown that they will always be protected and wanted by their doms.
They are the center of our family.
Do they understand?
Shay appears to because his cheeks are wet with tears, no matter how sweetly he is kissing Robyn.
Then Robyn arches into my touch. Shay captures her scream, as she flies apart. I work her through it, before caressing over her thigh.
“You were perfect.” I kiss behind Robyn’s ear.
She shivers, snuggling closer to me.
Then she rubs her bound hands over Shay’s hard cock, which rocks against her legs, each time D’Angelo thrusts into him.
Shay comes with a shout as well.
“Bad pet.” D’Angelo drags Shay back by the hair. “Who gave you permission… W-w-who…?”
D’Angelo starts to slur. His gaze has lost focus. He’s staring into space.
“Darlin’?” Shay shakes his hair out of D’Angelo’s now loosened grip, attempting to look around at D’Angelo in concern.
My stomach drops.
Something is wrong.
Something is…
Suddenly, the color drains from D’Angelo’s face.
He pulls back sharply from Shay, attempting to raise his hand to his head but seeming to be unable to coordinate his muscles to do it.
“Jude,” Robyn cries in alarm.
D’Angelo’s shoulders slump, his head drops forward, and his eyes close.
Then he collapses to the floor.