Chapter Thirteen
Rebecca
Oh, I was in heaven. Finn and Cillian adoring me, massaging me, turning me on. Yes, I was totally theirs if this was their idea of ownership.
“You know we’re both gonna fuck you, right?” Cillian said as he tugged my greasy nipples almost to the point of pain.
I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. “I know.”
“And we’re going to turn your ass bright red,” he said.
In my mind’s eye, I pictured the cat-o’-nine-tails.
“You’ll come so hard,” he said. “And so will we.”
A moan caught in my throat. Finn had dipped his fingers through my pubic hair to my pussy. He rubbed over my clit in that special, perfect-pressure way.
He dipped lower, spreading the oily lube into and over my folds. My pussy clenched, and my stomach did a little flip of longing.
“Open up,” he said. “Let me see your pussy.”
I widened my legs the best I could on the bench.
He cupped my pussy, his fingertips grazing my asshole and the heel of his hand on my clit.
“God, she’s so wet and hot for it,” he said. “Feel her, Cillian.”
Cillian’s hands moved from my breast to my pussy—four male hands, touching, caressing, probing between my legs.
I moaned and opened my eyes. I saw their rapt expressions as they studied me and spread the oil, and my lust level went up another notch.
“Get a vibe,” Finn said. “I want to see it sliding into her juicy cunt.”
Cillian chuckled, opened a drawer to my side, and produced a box containing a big black cock-shaped vibrator complete with engorged veins. “This should do.” He tore open the seal and pulled it out.
A tremble went through me at the size of it, and I gripped the sides of the narrow bench.
“Like this.” Finn drew my right leg up, higher still, and looped it over his shoulder. “We need access.”
Now I was totally exposed, my needy, sopping pussy on show.
“How does it feel to be our plaything? Our entertainment?” Finn asked.
My heart did a little extra beat. That’s what I was. They were playing with me. “It feels…sexy.”
“Good.” He slid his fingers over my pussy lips. “Now keep on being a good girl, take what we give you, and you’ll be rewarded.”
Cillian lifted my other leg onto his shoulder, and then with one click and a small thud, the section of the bench that my legs had been on dropped away.
He grinned and stood between my legs with the lube-coated vibe angled at my pussy. “Come as many times as you want, doll, we don’t have rules on that.”
“Good to know.” My pussy trembled. I was hot yet cool with all of the oil. And my position, it was so sordid, so sexy, so…it was a fantasy I hadn’t known I’d had until this moment. And now I needed filling. I wanted to feel so full that I couldn’t take any more, that I was utterly owned by them.
But they seemed in no rush to get naked. That was a turn-on, too, being the only one without clothes and panting desperately for it.
“So pretty,” Finn said and fingered my entrance.
And then the head of the vibrator was there, easing in. I held my breath and arched my back as Cillian pushed it to full depth on an easy slippery ride. The sense of being filled was a relief, and I clenched around it.
“Fuck yeah,” Cillian said. “So hot to see her take it all.”
Finn set his fingers on my clit and rubbed again. My legs trembled, and the first sparks of an orgasm gripped me.
“I reckon she could take more,” Finn said. “After a few orgasms, you know, if she was really relaxed.”
“More? Like a fist?” Cillian pulled the vibe halfway out then easing it in again.
“Yeah, a fist, that would be fucking hot.”
What? Take a fist? Up there? I was about to voice my concern, but the vibrator came to life, sending strong pulses of pleasure through my pelvis.
“Oh God,” I moaned and clasped my breasts. “That’s so…”
“So beautiful,” Finn said, upping the pace on my clit with his fingertips.
I tossed my head from side to side. With Cillian fucking me with the buzzing vibe and Finn spinning his devilishly clever fingertips over my clit, I wouldn’t last long.
“Oh! Oh! Please…” I cried out. “I’m…”
“Yes, come,” Finn said. “Come now.”
I did, my body bursting into a series of powerful spasms and my heart clattering against my chest.
The vibe seemed to go higher still as I pulsed around it and ecstasy filled my veins and jerked my muscles. Bright lights flashed behind my closed lids. I wailed through the bliss, letting them know how good it felt.
“Fuck yeah.” Finn drew me to sitting and into his arms. “You’re incredible. A wet dream come to life.”
He kissed me, and I sagged against him, my legs dangling now from the very edge of the bench.
Cillian flicked off the vibrator but kept it lodged inside me. I was still quivering around, the aftershocks of my orgasm ravaging me.
“So sexy.” Cillian kissed my neck sending tingles over my scalp. My body was alive with sensation, on fire, I was high on their attentions.
“We’re not finished with you yet, not by a long shot,” Finn said, cupping my face. “That was just the warm-up.”
“Yes,” I managed and set my hands over his chest. “Okay.”
He grinned, a sinfully sexy grin that made me wonder just what else was coming my way.
“Bend over.” Cillian turned me over. “Show us your pretty pale ass.”
I allowed them to move me like a rag doll. I was relaxed and sated and happy to press down on the bench, feet on the floor, breasts flattened. I sighed and put my hands beneath my left cheek, closed my eyes.
“This can stay in for now.” Cillian moved the vibrator in and out of my pussy several times then lodged it high. “But not on, you can beg for that.”
“Oh fuck,” I murmured and gripped around it. It was heavy and dense.
Finn chuckled. “I think she’ll be begging pretty soon.”
“Oh!” I stiffened a little at a new sensation in the hollow of my back and then realized it was the warm candle wax again, being poured onto my skin.
Finn massaged it into my flesh, massaging it up to my shoulders and then over my ass cheeks. His touch was delicious and adoring, and a tremble of pleasure tapped up my spine.
A sudden cracking sound had me stiffening. I opened my eyes.
Cillian stood before me, fully naked now, and holding the cat-o’-nine tails. “You ready to feel the cat?” he asked. Excitement danced in his eyes. He was thickly erect, and with his free hand he tugged his cock ring.
“She’s ready,” Finn answered for me as he spread the oil down my ass crack.
“It’ll hurt,” Cillian said, “but that’s the idea, to mix pleasure with pain.”
I didn’t reply, though my body stiffened.
“Stay relaxed,” Finn said. “To get the best experience.”
Cillian flicked the cat through the air a few more times then stood behind me.
My jaw tensed, and my toes curled.
“Your ass will look and feel amazing when it’s red and hot.” Cillian rubbed his hand over the globe of my right buttock.
The air shifted a second before the cat struck. And when it did, darts of white-hot heat shot over my skin. I gasped and closed my eyes.
“That’s it,” Cillian said, immediately rubbing the sting he’d created. “And hold that vibe deep.”
“Good girl.” Finn came up to my head and stroked my hair. “Take it all.”
Cillian swatted me again. It wasn’t such a shock this time, and the heat of the sting wasn’t unpleasant. He wasn’t using all of his strength, he was toying with me.
“Like this.” Finn fisted his hand into my hair and gripped it by the roots. He tugged my head up. “Suck me, Rebecca. Suck my cock while Cillian flogs you.”
I opened my mouth and took his cock. His rough-ish treatment another surprising turn-on.
He pushed deep and determinedly.
Cillian struck again, covering both of my ass cheeks this time.
I jolted, and the vibe shifted.
“Careful now,” Cillian said, adjusting it and sliding it deep again. “If you let it fall out, you won’t get it back.”
I clenched around it and sucked on Finn.
He groaned and swung his hips as he fucked my mouth.
I was trembling. The need to come was growing. My ass was smarting, and the little shots of pain were going straight to my clit. I understood now why people enjoyed this kind of sex. It was fucking awesome.
“Ah yeah, doll, do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are like this? Submissive, taking it all, writhing with need.” Finn moaned long and low, and a drip of pre-cum laced my tongue.
“Ah fuck, you’ve got me too close.” He withdrew and stepped away, shoving his hand through his hair and his body heat leaving me.
I shifted on the bench, arching my spine and sticking my butt into the air.
“Keep still,” Cillian ordered. He set his hand on the small of my back. “You have more to come.”
I did as instructed and breathed through the wild sensations that were blasting through my body. Cillian was delivering snappy, precise strikes every few seconds, layering up the sensations that were hot and dark and vivid and so erotic.
“The vibe…” I gasped. “I want it…”
“You want it on?” Cillian said.
“Yes…please…oh, I want to come like this, with you doing that…please.”
“Are you begging?” Finn asked, palming my sore ass in between lashes.
“Yes. Yes.”
Cillian chuckled. “Go on, give her what she wants.
I was aware of Finn between my legs, squatting. The vibe flicked on, and he eased it in and out of me, fucking me with it.
I groaned. It was hitting my G-spot. Cillian brought the cat down on my ass again. Soon I would come, it was too much to fight, to resist.
“She’s fucking sopping down here,” Finn said. “She’s so turned on.”
“This ass has been crying out for a flogging,” Cillian said.
“Oh…oh…I’m coming.” I squirmed on the bench. I wanted stimulation on my clit.
Finn must have guessed this, because as he fucked me with the big vibe, he found my clit and rotated it.
The result was my free fall into ecstasy. Everything they were doing to me collided in a ball of bliss that contracted my body. A few split seconds of paradise before I cried out in release. I bucked and spasmed, pulsed on the bench, relishing one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
“Ah fuck, she’s awesome,” Cillian said. “Fuck yeah.”
On and on my ecstasy claimed me, a wild ride of joyful satisfaction.
“I have to get inside her.” Finn popped out the vibrator, and then his cock was there, shoving deep. “Oh Heaven and Hell have mercy.” He gripped my hips and fucked me hard and fast and with an urgency that knocked the breath from my lungs in between my cries of bliss.
I gripped him with my pussy and held on to the bench. Our flesh slapped, he grunted and groaned, and then he was coming high inside me, his fingers pincers on my hips and his cock throbbing.
“Ah Jesus,” he moaned, flopping over me to speak against my ear. “Fuck, that was good.”
“Hey, my turn.”
Suddenly Finn was gone, and within a second, Cillian was plunging into my depths. His cock ring pressed over my G-spot when he thrust in and then half withdrew. Like his brother he was wild, dragging me onto his cock with each lunge forward and then gripping my body as he retreated.
Another orgasm exploded through me. It came from nowhere but went everywhere, my G-spot sending white-hot, dense pleasure through my torso and limbs.
“She’s coming again,” Finn said, his face right in front of mine. “Another one. Fuck yeah.”
“Ah…ah…I’m coming, too.” Cillian let out a roar of satisfaction, a total release of control, and then spurted inside me in several feral, primitive thrusts.
I took it all, all of him, everything I could. It was one of the best sexual experiences of my life, and after having them both inside me at the same time the night before, I didn’t think life could get much better.
Cillian let out a final guttural groan and stilled.
I was breathing fast. Sweat laced my body. The sense of satisfaction was absolute, and with my glowing bottom and cum-filled pussy, I had never felt more serene.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Cillian gathered me up against him.
The next thing I knew I was in his arms as though I weighed nothing when I knew full well that wasn’t the case.
“Here, she’ll get cold.” Finn threw a soft blanket over me. “Let’s take her up to our place.”
Part of me tried to protest that I didn’t want to leave the room naked, but I didn’t have the energy and instead snuggled my face into Cillian’s neck.
I hadn’t known the twins long, but I knew they cared for me, desired me, that their passion matched mine in many ways.
And I trusted them to take care of me while I was in my post-orgasmic state and high on the drug of sex.