EPILOGUE
KEY
Leather had always been my favorite scent, apart from Helia’s. The two, mixed together?
Motherfucking delicious.
I paused at the steps to the Kingsman frat house to inhale a sensual line along Helia’s neck.
Her scars were on full display, the dress she wore a simple leather sheath held up with an elegant collar and two bands, with cut outs that stopped just above her breast. Those and the rest of her was covered to midthigh, though her garters and knee high boots told us and everyone else what sort of night this was.
If her dress didn’t, Kash and my matching collars and leashes did, along with our assless chaps and reddened bottoms.
She looked like a goddess, and we her servants.
As we should be after what she did for us.
My cock strained against my pants but I knew we wouldn't be allowed to get off tonight.
Not that I minded a little game of denial or two.
We would have our fun soon enough. Helia, however, had no such restrictions, and I had no reservations of making her orgasm long and hard on every Kingsman surface I could find.
Tonight was about submission, exhibitionism and worship…. if not necessarily in that order. Because Helia had plenty of fun with us before she left her apartment tonight.
We decided—together—to keep both. Her home, and ours. She loved to paint there, and no one should ruin our girl’s peace. That wasn’t permissible. And after all she had survived… Helia deserved everything. Including the gift we gave her tonight, in front of everyone.
“What the fuck?” One of the drunken Allstar boys stumbled backwards into his friend. An elbow planted into ribs I wanted to bury my blade between, and imagined twisting. Slowly. Painfully. “Whoa, check out those buns!”
Ignoring the imbecile remarks on the state of my reddened behind, I held out a hand, Kash mimicking my movements on my other side.
Helia smiled and took the step above us, staring over our heads at the offending frat boys.
“You may look and jeer, but don’t touch,” she said, sweetly.
“That pleasure is mine, alone. Come along.” She tugged at our leashes, and we followed her, step by step as she paraded us into the house and through to the living areas where their typical, Saturday night post-game party raged.
“So beautiful," Kash breathed, breaking her rule of silence, at the risk of her paddle later, or humiliation now. His fingers flickered at the hem of her leather dress.
She swatted his hands away playfully as I cast him a hard look. “Later,” I murmured. “We can wait, brother."
Helia glanced over her shoulder at me, amused by our infighting, apparently.
If that’s what it took, then that’s what we would give her for a good night.
She had earned it, after all. But I had at least one more deal to make with our girl, one she would enjoy, even if she didn’t understand the terms she agreed to, at first.
But then, they never did. That was the beauty of the deals we made.
Our victims who thought they understood every word but who rarely asked the right questions. Simple, deceitful and oh so fucking pleasurable when they realized how badly they chose afterward when their world came crashing down.
And what she would owe me later.
“Yes, Mistress,” Kash said meekly, the fucking liar.
That earned him a pretty little giggle. Helia towed us to the leather recliners that would surely need a wash after this, and planted her ass. One leg crossed over the other as she held our leashes, our naked butts presented to the room.
The silent room that was full of Kingsmen and Allstars who were making out and playing beer pong a moment before. Even the music stopped. Thankfully, because the assholes had terrible taste.
“Jesus Christ, Helia. The fuck did you do to them?” Beau Bennet circled her chair at a safe distance, though his fingers trailed the back.
My eyes met his, my message clear.
His smile in return was soft, and deadly. “Touch her and…yes, I remember. I also remember that she saved you. Both of you. Do you remember that?”
I glanced away at the man I had called enemy more than once and might have considered a friend if I didn't want to kill him right now. Instead, I focused on Helia, and my cock swelled in my pants. “I remember.”
Her smile was worth everything we did tonight. Everything we have done together. The cost.
Beau planted his elbows on the wings at the back of her chair and leaned over her space.
If I didn’t have her collar wrapped around my throat, and her leash attached to her hand, I’d rip his intestines out with my bare hand right now.
But my little wraith fucking leaned back into his space and gazed up at me, then at Kash.
Her tongue licked at her lips, and then her legs opened.
So everyone in the room can see her glistening cunt.
I swear my heart stopped beating. My twin panted for her beside me. My cock raged in pure need.
“Please,” I murmured, not caring who hears. Not caring if he heard.
“Louder,” Beau said, calm as he slid his fingers through Helia's hair and tugged.
She sighed.
“Kneel.”
I didn’t know who gave the order, nor did I care. I knelt along with my brother, waiting between her legs where they spread wide for us. The urge to kill Beau dissipated as I waited for her next order, knowing this was a show she put on for us. A torment that she designed for a purpose.
There will be a penance, little wraith of mine.
And we would both enjoy it…maybe even her.
A heel landed on my shoulder, the stiletto point digging in. “Lick.”
The scent of her filled my nostrils. I closed my eyes and leaned forward only to be stopped short by her derisive laugh. Beside me, Kash froze, presumably doing the same thing.
“Mistress?” I murmured, risking her displeasure.
“Did you think she’d let you near her yet? You have to earn it, slut.” Beau glided his hands along her arms, daring to touch her. His gaze glittered into mine as a third soul joined us.
A tiny form, half my height, or less.
Silvie knelt beside me, shivering in the tiny dress that Beau dressed her in tonight. His Toy. A ridiculous notion—perhaps, if I wasn’t the one with my ass on show to the entire fraternity and their sidepieces while I salivated over what I couldn’t have.
“Show them, sweet.” Helia stroked Silvie’s lips with her thumb, barely moving as Beau continued his massage of her arms, apparently with her permission.
And so, I allowed it.
Maybe I could kill him tomorrow. Maybe I wouldn't.
Silvie sighed, settling into her submissive headspace. Her eyes slipped shut as she leaned forward—not to lick Helia’s slicked labia, as I had aimed to do, but across my body and lapped at her leather boot.
“Perfect.” Helia settled back, snuggling Beau’s arms.
A deep growl emanated from my throat, echoed instinctively at my side, the sounds so closely timed that they sounded as one, though I knew she would have caught the fraction of a second's lag.
Helia shot us a hard look that promised more pain and denial, but I didn’t care. “We are guests,” she murmured. “Have some manners, boys.”
I raised my chin and stared her straight in the eye. “My mistress should only be taken care of by the best,” I said bluntly. “And he is…”
“Not,” Kash said, leaning in to lick at the other side of Helia’s boot.
Beau never moved. Helia didn’t waver in her resolve.
I shrugged and leaned in to join them, making sure that as I cleaned the boot with its spiked heel that dug into my shoulder, I chased Silvie’s path, a little faster than the sub lost in her dreamy headspace.
When my tongue touched hers and an oath broke above me, I knew I’d won, well before the hand fisted my hair.
Fuck, I didn’t care if the fist ended in my face. He was off my girl.
“She tastes sweet.” I smiled at Beau’s rageful face, reminding him at a glance that he was the one who put us both in this position to begin with.
He leaned into my face, his shaking hand gripping my white hair so tight I thought he might depart roots from scalp.
A fitting end, to wash my sins away in my own blood in this room where I had been so many times when the occupants were passed out or sleeping, whether the head of the house who loomed over me now knew it or not.
“You will not touch her,” he hissed in my face. Spittle slammed my skin in tiny, warm pin pricks, “you are not worthy to taste her.”
My smile remained as I stared back into his dark eyes, and made my promise. “And you will not die.”
Beau’s grip tightened in my pale hair, as though he might consider taking it further.
A single breath passed between us, where Kash shifted at my side, and Helia’s boot dug into my shoulder.
I’d bear the mark of her displeasure for a few days, and it would be worth it, but I rejected the string of the blade that Kash pushed into my palm.
I’d hold to my promise, for now. If Beau continued to push me, I'd string him up to the light post where we once tortured our girl and left her on display, the same place he found her and cut her down so delicately in accordance with our rules.
But no one would be able to cut him down after I was done with him.
“Precision. Perfection. Those are our rules.” Kash squeezed my fingers, opening my flesh on the blade. His own blood dripped across my palm as he raised the blade.
Beau swore, jerking Silvie away. She huddled in his embrace as Helia had a moment before, only our girl didn’t shy away from our blade. It was almost as if she knew and understood what was coming.
Kash licked the blade, mingled with our blood, and leaned the flat against her thigh. She parted her legs wider for him. And offering, maybe. Fuck, my cock strained hard against the leather. I ached for her hands on me, but later. Much, much later.
He rubbed the tip in a circle, making her flesh redder with each rotation from both the sharpened tip and our fluids.
“How many?” she whispered, staring at him.
He smiled, and rose to crouch over her, whispering in her ear. Her eyes opened wide, her lips parting as he fed her reddened fingers that she sucked on, whimpering and writhing.
Hell, that was a number even I didn’t know.
I’d never asked, and neither had he. Would she ask me how many I had killed?
Would I earn the same reaction from her?
Swiftly I began a tally in my head, but it didn’t matter—her fingers tangled in his collar as she dragged his mouth to hers.
Their kiss was obscene. Sloppy, saliva and blood and tongues.
My neck snapped forward as my leash tugged sharply. I lurched over her thighs, planning my hands at her hips in time to prevent myself from biting my own tongue off. “Close call, wraith,” I muttered.
A giggle escaped her as she wriggled her hips upward, dripping her boot from my shoulder. I got the point, or rather, I lost the one digging into my flesh and found hers to tease with my tongue.
A hand caressed my ass from behind as I licked my woman to orgasm while she made out with my twin above me.
Fingers traced over my balls and cock through my leathers, working me softly.
The sort of softness that teases and shouldn't do anything, but I was so on edge that the lightest touch would make me—
Fuck,” I murmured into her pussy as I blew my load hands free in my pants. Warm cum soaked my leathers and trickled down my thighs as I disgraced myself.
“Good little puppy. Lick her clean,” Beau’s smooth voice mocked in my ear. “Next time she wants to play, I’ll let you hump my leg for her pleasure.”
For a Kingman, he was a kinky fucker. I groaned, knowing I’d do it. Anything, for her even if I hated him. Maybe keeping him around would be fun after all.
Helia must have heard us as she came against my tongue with a soft cry my twin muffled with his tongue in her mouth. His hand landed on the back of my head, forcing me between her thighs.
I suffocated in her cream, lapping at her until she sighed and he released me.
“Better?” Helia petted me sweetly. Her eyes glowed in the after pleasure of her orgasm, but the power she wielded was more than that.
I nuzzled closer on my leash, letting her delicious scent overwhelm my senses. I’d offer her many more deals in my life, but the one on my tongue right now was the most important.
“I’ll worship you forever, my pretty little one. In front of all of them, I’ll kneel for you,” I breathed. “I’ll bow for you.” And only you.
The gasp around the room was audible, but I didn’t give a fuck about any of them. Only for my brother with his lips pressed to her bare thigh as he repeated my words in his own way, making his own deal for her benevolence.
Helia’s smile was beatific as she agreed, her eyes glazed with love and desire and obsession. Perfect, for us. And she agreed without another word, just like I expected. Because as always I kept something back. Something just for me.
And my terms were steep.