13. Bastian
13
Bastian
I have the most perfect view in the entire fucking universe. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve seen anything better. Actually, it could be a little better if Dorian hurried up instead of being a damn perfectionist in everything he does.
“Good pussy. Pretty pussy,” I coo, lifting my hand, gently tickling the soft blonde curls on Octavia’s cunt. She jumps and then shivers, trying to close legs, though that’s impossible with her tied up like a pretty present.
“Are you going to stay there the entire time instead of helping?” Dorian huffs, slapping Octavia’s thigh to keep her from wriggling, twisting the red silk ties in an intricate pattern all over her body.
I tilt my head up from between her legs as she stands, raising an eyebrow at him. He’s completely fixated on his last few sections, biting his bottom lip. There’s no way he wants me to help. I’m not into the pretty ropes so much; the bondage I like, but how long it’s taken him to do it is such a bore. Luckily, I have the best view in the house to keep me occupied.
“You’d get annoyed and try to stab me if I even attempted to help,” I scoff, hooking a finger into the silk tie that leads the entire way down Octavia’s slit, a few knots added along the way to increase the pressure. One of them rubs against her clit as I do so, and she cries out, legs buckling. I twist my head, biting her calf to make her cry louder.
Dorian kicks me in the side, smacking her across the ass. “Would you stop making her move? I’m almost done.”
“Killjoy.” I pout, springing up to my feet, taking the temptation away.
He rolls his eyes but finishes hooking the last of the ties, giving them a good pull to make sure everything is safe. Our little sister looks like a piece of art, blood red silk ties twisted in intricate knots, crisscrossing all over her stomach, back, arms and thighs. Her hands are tied in front of her in a prayer against her chest, a long tie going to the ceiling to keep her steady, her legs locked in place by a bar ankle restraint.
“Perfection,” Dorian whispers, and I agree with him.
Her head whips around as we stand, watching. Her breathing is erratic, chest heaving. “Dorian? Bastian?”
Pretty girl is blindfolded with noise cancelling earbuds in. Her senses are cut off, part of Dorian’s punishment. He circles her like a predator hunting its prey, letting his fingers touch her now and then, making her jump.
His first smack is quick as lightning, catching her on the ass cheek, and she jolts forward, her body automatically pulling away, but she has nowhere to go. He doesn’t delay the next few; the smacks get harder—her thighs, her breasts, and lastly, her drenched pussy.
She screams as he hits her between the legs again, a beautiful cry falling from her lips. Her head tilts back as she moans, Dorian pulling on the rope rubbing against her clit.
He keeps at it until she’s a shaking mess, calling out our names in a needy voice that makes my dick throb. She whimpers in his face, nodding, leaning forward for a kiss, but he grasps her face, digging his fingers into her cheeks, coldly laughing before he tuts.
“Not yet, little angel. We’re only getting started on your punishment,” he says, even though she can’t hear him.
He runs his tongue over the seam of her pouty lips, taking delight in denying her, smacking her pussy one last time.
“Your turn.” Dorian smirks, letting her go and handing me the equipment I asked for. He saunters to the side, removing his tie and shirt before dropping into a plush black chair.
I circle Octavia as my fingers brush across her neck, moving her plait to the side and removing her earbuds. Dorian grunts, but I ignore him. He had his fun tying her up, and now, it’s my turn.
“Hello, little sister,” I whisper in her ear.
She gasps, pulling against the restraints, twisting her head towards me even though her blindfold is still on. “Bastian?”
She breathes against my lips, and I can’t help flicking my tongue out for a taste.
“You look beautiful all tied up for your big brothers. Are you nervous, pretty girl?”
She licks her lips, nodding, swallowing hard, shivering in the room. Dorian specifically put the air-con on, wanting her nipples painfully hard.
“Do we scare you, Octavia?”
I step to her other side, dragging my fingers across her naked back. She rocks on the balls of her feet as I give a little push, and she moans when the knot on the rope rubs against her clit. I bet that little bundle of nerves is in overdrive. That was the first thing Dorian did, wanting her to be an overstimulated, whimpering mess before we even started.
“Yes,” she whispers, catching her breath. I grab a handful of her plump ass, groaning at the touch of her flesh on mine. “But…but not in a bad way. I…I like the…fear.”
I wrap my hand around her front, pulling her roughly against me so she can feel my cock grinding against her ass. I pull the rope, basking at her whimpering in my arms.
“Your fear is intoxicating, little sister,” I growl in her ear. “I’m going to shatter you into a thousand pieces and collect them all for myself. You are mine, Octavia. You’ve always been mine and now, you’re going to scream for me.”
I flick on the vibrator, placing it against the knot that rests on her clit. She cries out immediately, her hips grinding, desperate for relief. I don’t make her wait for it, not prolonging any second, wanting to watch her fall into oblivion.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she chants, blissfully ignorant of what’s coming. Dorian likes to prolong things, to draw them out, but my favourite is not stopping. She won’t be thanking me soon.
“Tell your big brother how good he’s making you feel, little sister,” Dorian orders, trousers unbuttoned, his hand wrapped around his shaft.
“So good. You make me feel so good, big brother. Make me come. Please, make me come.”
I chuckle against her neck, sinking my teeth into her flesh, lapping up the blood that fills my mouth as I pierce her skin, shivers running down my spine as I listen to her scream. “Be careful what you wish for, pretty girl. This is a punishment, after all.”
“W…w…what?”
My chuckle turns into a wicked laugh as she comes, squirting all over my hand. I give her no time to calm down or breathe, turning up the vibrator, pushing it harder onto her clit and pulling the rope at the same time. She thrashes frantically, screaming at the top of her lungs, but she’s powerless.
“This is the first of many. Come for me again, little sister. Now.”
“Oh my God. I can’t stop. Bastian. Bas .”
The bind attached to the ceiling shakes, pulling tighter, holding her up as her knees buckle. Cum covers my hand, and I’m desperate for a taste. Dorian is there before I even ask, holding the vibrator for a moment.
I lick my palm, growling at her flavour. His eyes darken, and I hold two fingers out to him. He doesn’t hesitate sucking them into his mouth, his tongue catching every drop.
“You taste like the most sinful meal, but if I hear any other name from your lips, I will show you why they call me the viper of the bloodline,” Dorian hisses against her lips. “Now taste yourself on my tongue.”
He hands the vibrator back to me, slowly kissing her, feeding her his tongue inch by inch as she sucks. I flip it up another notch, another sweet scream ripping from her throat. Dorian drops to his knees, staring up at the both of us, and opens his mouth. I shake the vibrator, and he plunges his fingers into her pussy. He starts with only two fingers but quickly works, adding another and another, forcing her to stretch for him.
“Are you going to take my entire hand, angel? Do you want me to fist your sweet fucking cunt?”
She nods her head frantically, pushing her hips forward. “Yes. Yes… Oh fuck, yes!”
She screams as his entire hand forces its way inside. He fucks her with his fist, and I turn the vibrator to full strength, her scream turning into something wild. Dorian pulls his hand out, and she squirts everywhere as he opens his mouth, letting it drench him.
“Fuck,” I grunt, rubbing the vibrating across Octavia’s clit faster, prolonging her orgasm.
I’ve died and gone to hell. This is fucking amazing.