Chapter Ten
I froze. Not that I’d been capable of much beyond helplessly arching into the relentless torment Zane and Zeke were putting me through, but every muscle in my body tightened all the same. “Is someone else here?” I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.
“Don’t worry about that,” one of them murmured.
I tried to laugh, but it emerged thin and strained. “I’d quite like to know who’s in the room while I’m handcuffed and blindfolded.”
“You don’t want to know,” one said lazily. “You want to come.”
The worst part was that he was right.
The hand wrapped around my cock still stroked me, but only just enough to keep me aching and hard and desperate.
Every glide of his palm stopped short of giving me what I needed, leaving me balanced on a razor’s edge of frustration.
I tipped my head back again, trying futilely to see through the blindfold, but all I got was the same thin sliver of light beneath it and the vague blur of carpet. So I listened instead.
Breathing. Close enough to hear, but impossible to place.
Was it Zane? Zeke? Or the silent third person who’d walked into the office to find a sexual tryst happening, and decided to stay?
The fact that they still hadn’t spoken unsettled me more than if they had.
It meant they were comfortable just standing there and watching.
Watching them touch me. Watching me fall apart. Was being a voyeur their thing?
I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that.
My hips jerked forward anyway, chasing the friction of the hand on my cock. The twin holding me laughed softly. “Slow down, pretty. We’ve got all night.”
“I didn’t agree to all night,” I muttered. It sounded weak even to my own ears, because somewhere along the line I’d surrendered any proper control over this situation. Maybe when I’d let them cuff me. Maybe earlier, when I’d accepted the drink from Omar without questioning if he expected payment.
The realization settled uneasily in my stomach. It had been too convenient. The friendly bartender. The complimentary cocktail. The twins conveniently intercepting me before I could leave.
A setup. A trap.
I didn’t want to think that when Omar was the only one who’d been friendly since my arrival, but it was impossible to ignore the obvious. And it would be extremely na?ve to do so. Lesson learned. From now on, I’d trust no one.
Warm lips brushed the shell of my left ear. “We could keep you here forever if we wanted to,” one twin whispered. “Would you like that? I bet we could make you come over and over until you forgot your own name. How many times do you think you can come in one day?”
I let out a shuddering breath. The words should have terrified me, but in my current aroused state, they only added fuel to a fire already burning hot.
Hot breath ghosted over my other ear. “I reckon five. You ever come five times in a day, pretty?”
“No,” I admitted, swallowing hard. “I’d settle for once right now.”
“He’d settle for once,” one twin mocked lightly. “Did you hear that?”
“I did. Poor thing sounded desperate.”
I still couldn’t work out which twin was speaking. They were just one entity made up of rough hands, amused voices, and merciless teasing.
“A boy should say please.”
Oh, we were playing that game, were we? Hidden behind the blindfold, unable to see their expressions or the smug satisfaction they were undoubtedly wearing, I found it easier than I should to play along. “Please.”
“I don’t think he means it.”
“Neither do I.”
“He needs to say it with more emotion.”
My balls ached with the need to come. “Please,” I repeated, and this time the desperation bled through loud and clear—enough to keep them happy.
“That’s more like it.”
A tongue slid into my ear, wet and intrusive, and instead of jerking away this time, I groaned. My reward was the hand on my cock tightening before resuming its stroking. Relief hit me so hard it nearly made my knees buckle.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck, like that.”
Another hand drifted down my side, fingers spreading over my hip before cupping my bare arse.
It lingered there possessively for a moment before slipping between my cheeks, a thick finger circling my hole with maddening slowness.
I widened my stance instinctively, too far gone down the rabbit hole of desire to draw a line in the sand.
The finger disappeared briefly, returning slick and cool. Lube, probably. Though it could have been spit.
When it resumed tracing lazy circles around my hole, a groan of frustration slipped free.
“Do you want my fingers in your hole?”
“Yes.”
“Ask nicely.”
“I want it.”
“What do you want?”
Christ. The demand was obvious. They wanted me to say it. Wanted to drag every humiliating word out of me, piece by piece.
“I want your fingers in me.”
“In you, where? one twin asked innocently. Your mouth? Your ear?”
“In my hole,” I ground out. “I want your fingers in my hole.”
“He warms up real nice,” the other twin said with amusement. “I thought when he played hard to get, we had a frigid one on our hands. Pretty, but with all the sexual allure of a mannequin.”
“Fuck you,” I snapped automatically.
The hand vanished from my cock, leaving me fucking nothing but air.
I made a strangled sound of frustration.
“That’s not very polite.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you?” he asked mildly. “Or do you just want my hand back on your dick?”
“Both.”
The laugh that earned me was low and pleased, and then his hand was back on my cock while a thick finger finally pushed inside me.
“Oh God,” I gasped.
“You like that, pretty?”
“Yeah.”
The finger slid deeper, curling just enough to brush my prostate. Pleasure shot through me so sharply my knees nearly gave out again. Another finger followed soon after, stretching me while the other twin stroked my cock in slow, deliberate pulls that dragged me closer and closer to the edge.
I was trapped between them, suspended in sensation. Fingers inside me. A hand on my cock. Their voices in my ears. Their bodies hemming me in from both sides. Every second felt hotter than the last until coherent thought became almost impossible.
“I’m gonna―”
The deeply embedded fingers abruptly stilled.
I whimpered at the loss, the pressure inside me no longer moving, no longer enough.
A second later, they withdrew entirely, leaving me empty and aching.
Before I could protest, a hand planted against my chest and shoved.
The movement caught me off guard. I stumbled backward, only to be caught immediately by another pair of hands.
Between them, the twins guided me across the room while my brain struggled to catch up.
“You should sit,” one said.
“Before you fall,” the other added.
They pushed me down onto a chair. Except it wasn’t just a chair.
Not unless they came with bare muscular thighs and powerful arms. When surprise had me instinctively trying to stand, those same arms dragged me back.
I sucked in a sharp breath as I landed fully in someone’s lap, my back pressed against a broad chest.
The third person.
The silent watcher.
I’d stopped noticing anything beyond touch and heat and the desperate need to come. It was hardly surprising that I’d forgotten they were there. Now awareness crashed back all at once.
Who the hell was he?
I tried to piece together details through touch alone. Hard chest. Powerful thighs spread beneath mine. One arm looped securely around my waist while the other rested heavy against my stomach, holding me in place with effortless strength.
A cold spike of panic slid through me. What if it was Kellan Hart?
“Surprise for you, pretty,” one twin murmured, the words tinged with amusement. “He’s got a huge cock for you. Something that’ll rub you just right and make you scream.”
There was no word of a lie there. I could feel it pressing against my bare arse cheek, hard and heavy and unmistakably real, the heat of it bleeding into my skin.
Hands gripped my hips, one pair on either side, the twins lifting me just enough to maneuver me into place before the blunt head nudged against my hole.
I braced myself, waiting for whoever sat beneath me to speak finally. To tell me to beg. To say please. Maybe I wanted him to. Maybe I wanted to hear his voice badly enough that I’d have said anything he asked.
But he remained silent.
The cock pressing against me was slick with lube—I could feel that much—and then the twins started lowering me again, gravity doing half the work as the head slowly breached me.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
Another inch.
And another.
They’d definitely exaggerated about it being huge, but it was thick enough that the two-finger stretch did nothing to prevent the pleasant muscle burn as it pushed deeper inside me.
I wanted to be angry for believing the twins when they’d said they weren’t going to fuck me.
Except technically, they weren’t. It was the mysterious third party currently easing into my body with agonizing slowness.
The realization had a hysterical bubble of laughter rising in my chest. Even worse was the fact that some traitorous part of me didn’t care about the loophole because my body had already decided it wanted this.
“That’s hot,” one twin said approvingly.
“Fuck him,” the other added.
He already was.
Tiny thrusts rolled from his hips, each one pushing him incrementally deeper until I could feel every inch of him seated inside me.
Fabric brushed against my cuffed hands trapped between our bodies, and I realized he was still mostly dressed, unlike me.
Trousers shoved down just enough to free his cock.
Shirt still on. Jacket maybe. I could feel cloth beneath my thighs too, an expensive fabric rougher than bare skin.