by SE Chardou
Rory kissed her lips, slowly, softly at first before he parted her lips with his tongue and she responded this time. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back as he began to devour her neck. He wanted to taste every inch of her but his cock ached for release and he needed to be inside her once and for all.
He grabbed his thick cock and entered her tight, soaking depths inch by precious inch. She felt lovely, warm and tight. He could sense every sensation and pleasure because there wasn’t a condom barrier to prevent him from feeling anything.
Aurélie’s face was a mask of ecstasy and her eyes, brilliantly green-gray at that moment, were lust-filled and stared deeply into his. Rory didn’t want to look at her because it was too intimate in a way beyond sex. She could see his soul and he could see hers; he began to thrust inside her slick, tight depths just to concentrate on something other than the look on her face.
However, even the pleasure he was feeling and giving to her in return didn’t allow them to turn away from each other. He could imagine how he looked, his face contorted in pure ache to come yet attempting to delay it as long as possible. He would never be in this position again with this woman. Yes, he could take her again, and probably would before she left, but it wouldn’t be the same. He would close himself off and make sure he felt nothing for her. It would be just pure sex and nothing else.
Rory leaned over and kissed her hard, his tongue connecting with hers in an open mouthed passionate endeavor and she slipped her arms around his neck. He didn’t tell her she could do it but it felt right as she grabbed his hair and her gentle hands caressed his scalp.
She spread her legs further and he worked on keeping them as far apart as possible. It was a turn on to look down and watch his cock sliding in and out of her slippery depths. She was so fucking wet, it turned him on even more and he couldn’t help thrusting quicker and deep as he could work his way inside her but her depths seemed endless. There was a barrier there but she was so perfect, so warm and snug he felt like a child again protected by his favorite blanket.
How would he be able to let her go in the morning? The thought scared him to death because he needed to be with her, wanted her, and craved her like no other woman who’d ever been in his life. He would soldier on and survive like he always did but it wouldn’t be pleasant and a heartache would set in from the pain of losing both Trésor and Aurélie although the latter wasn’t his to lose as the former had been.
Rory’s orgasm began to build from his balls and travel up in a slow, agonizing hum that drowned out everything. He leaned over and said, “You can come now.”
Aurélie moaned loud, her eyes closed as she scraped her fingernails against his back, breaking soft skin along her trail.
He stifled a moan as the pain and pleasure met at the same time and his orgasm flowed out of him into her. It seemed to go on forever and he continued to thrust into her until he went semi-soft. Finally, he collapsed on her body though he balanced his weight and made sure it wasn’t too much for her to bear.
Slowly and with great reluctance, he exited her body and lay there, his head on her stomach as she caressed his head and neither said a word.
Why did he always have to be right? She was the one he’d been searching for the whole time but alas, she could never be his and that hurt more than if she’d outright rejected him or his advances.
He closed his eyes and sleep claimed him as a tear fell from his eye pressed against her fragrant stomach.
Chapter Seven
I LAY THERE FOR A long time after Rory had gone to sleep on my stomach. I felt the wetness of his tear and wanted to ask what that was about but he slept instead, his breathing deep yet soft against my skin.
Had I ever met someone who was as emotionally fucked up as he was? I didn’t think so and that hurt me more than when he had violently taken me up the ass. Could I just walk away and forget him? I didn’t think so but it wasn’t my decision and that didn’t sit well with me.
My sudden and unexpected feelings for Rory scared me only because in him I could see my kindred spirit. We were opposite sides of the same coin; completely and irreparably screwed up yet nothing we could blame our parents or anyone else for doing to us. We were both cold, emotionally withdrawn people who found it hard to connect with others and although I was engaged to another man, my feelings weren’t even the slightest bit conflicted over what I had done.
Like him, I craved pain as much as I liked to dole it out. However, I had absolutely no idea I would be as receptive to physical pain as I was to psychological and mental pain. I was the perfect little masochist as well because didn’t I practice orgasm denial on myself with Grayson. My fiancé had never made me come because I never allowed myself to relax enough in his presence to grant him that kind of control over my body. I didn’t think that made him a bad lover but rather it made me quite the master at blocking out any pleasure he could ever offer to me because I refused to accept it.
I was okay with the money and the material gifts but when it came to really opening up and giving myself to him, I couldn’t allow it. He used my body but he never saw the depths of my soul or ever pierced my heart.
This made me chuckle to myself because here I was judging this man who had just fucked me and made love to me at the same time yet I was in no position to render a verdict on anyone other than myself.
I was a selfish human being and I didn’t deserve Grayson. I definitely didn’t deserve Rory because he didn’t truly want me. I was just a poor substitute for my sister, who he had probably been in love with and missed terribly. We resembled each other enough for him to get lost inside the memory for one night but he probably wouldn’t want to touch me again once he woke.
He’d quickly realize I was a poor substitute for my sister and get rid of me as quickly as possible.
I didn’t blame him and in my own twisted way, I hoped he found me disgusting when he awoke. I couldn’t take another session of his lovemaking for it would literally tip me over the edge.
RORY WOKE ME UP AS he kissed my neck. Sometime during the night, he’d moved behind me and he pulled my head back to kiss my mouth, which I instantly regretted.
He’d obviously been up because his breath was fresh and his body smelled delicious, like expensive men’s shower gel while I must have smelled terrible. I hadn’t taken a shower yet or brushed my teeth and I had no wish to kiss him with morning breath but he wouldn’t be satisfied with anything different.
His tongue thrust itself between my closed lips and I allowed the invasion though I tried to breathe through my nose as to not offend. My body tensed up when his nimble fingers found my nipples and squeezed hard. I moaned out loud though I tried to keep it to myself.
Rory flipped me onto my stomach and he molded my body into an arch as his tongue explored my already wet sex. I wanted to protest but I had no choice because one hand pinned my arms behind my back while his mouth and tongue explored every hole below my waist.
My face smashed into the pillow, my arms stretched to what seemed like their limit, I was in so much pain but in that pain was pleasure and it dominated the moment. I knew I had to hold onto my orgasm though he was making that almost impossible. He had to know by the sounds that left my mouth and my body, which fought his strength I was completely at his mercy. Every part of my body fell under his control to do what ever he wanted to me.
He kissed his way up my back as he let go of my hands and I was able to lift my upper body off the bed with great effort. My arms still felt like jelly but I managed somehow to gain some control of myself.
Rory bit my ear lightly. “That was a nice breakfast. Are you ready for dessert?”
I nodded enthusiastically and kept my eyes closed.
He grabbed my hair and pulled; I opened my eyes to stare into his own. “You were a very good girl for not coming but that doesn’t absolve you of further punishment for last night. I want you to suck me and when I come in your mouth, you will swallow every bit, is that clear?”
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nbsp; I stared into his crystal aquamarine eyes but I said nothing. His fingers gripped my hair tighter until I let out a squeak.
“Yes,” I murmured.
“Good. I won’t make you call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ because we aren’t in a real relationship but if we were, you would worship my cock every morning because that is what good little whores like you do.”
I don’t know why his dirty talk turned me on but it did and I crawled before him. He lay on his back caressing himself until I was in position of his splayed thighs.
“Do you know what rimming is?”
I glared at him. “I wasn’t born yesterday and I grew up in France. What the fuck do you think?”
Rory smiled. “You know that just earned you a spanking but we’ll take care of that later. Open your mouth and fucking suck me off, bitch.”
I was good at games and could play them quite well myself so I took no offense at his language which was another way to separate himself from what he’d shown me the previous night. We had already gotten underneath one another’s skin but to admit something like that would be sacrilege to our arrangement. I had given myself to him for one night only and then he would let me go.
My mouth stretched to accommodate his girth and he easily slid past my tongue. One thing I had excelled at a long time ago was the art of giving of a very good blowjob. I’d held on to my virginity until Renaud had come along when I was nineteen because I could suck off a boyfriend so good, they would forget I had other holes on my body other than my mouth.
The hardest parts to learn were avoiding teeth scraping against the sensitive male flesh and relaxing one’s throat muscles enough to deep throat without gagging. That had taken over a year and several accidents where a boyfriend was covered in vomit from my lack of gag control but soon it was a cinch.
I would be willing to bet the only reason why Grayson and I were engaged was because of his addiction to my blowjobs though he would never admit such a vulgarity. He called me the master of oral sex and said he’d never be able to go back to an American woman again because my Frenchness had spoiled him.
I knew I was doing much better than expected because when Rory grabbed me by the hair to shove his cock down my throat, I complied and opened for him instead of gagging. His pubic hair, what little he had as he trimmed, smelled of soap and as I thought, he’d taken a shower before he’d awoken me.
I caressed his balls with my hands while a few selected fingers traced up and down his perineum.
Another pair of hands, soft and warm, touched my backside and this caused me to startle. I was hardly in a position to just turn my head to see who this mystery person was but I just felt it.
Rory. If Rory was touching me then whose cock did I have down my throat?
Holy Christ, I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book regarding identical twins but to my credit, could I be blamed as I was half-asleep and how should I have known to study his eyes while he was lying in bed beside me?
I’d been wrong about so much but why did this make me feel so out of my depths? Yes, it was true, Rory and I had bonded the previous night, but he didn’t plan to work me out of his system by calling me every dirty name in the book. He was going to share me with his brother and thus strip away every sanctified and precious moment we shared together. It was a genius plan—Machiavellian with a touch of Marquis de Sade—more than merely adequate but still brilliant never the less.
I wouldn’t have ever thought of it but then I wasn’t a part of the community either and had a lot to learn about the BDSM lifestyle.
Something told me I should have known. The touch wasn’t the same; the innate familiarity with my body hadn’t been the same. And why would he ask me about rimming when he’d done it to me the previous night? The answer was simple: it wasn’t the same person using me or my body.
I was jolted out of my contemplation as Severin ejaculated in my mouth and down my throat while Rory’s touch was smooth, practiced and perfect. His fingers circled my clit before he teased my wet sex with other practiced fingers.
Severin pulled me back by my hair before he let go as if I were a toy he’d decided to dispense for the time being. He lay on the bed and began to lube up his cock, which was still hard as a rock despite his previous orgasm. What was he? Superman?
Rory pulled me tightly against his firm, masculine body and pinched my nipples in full view of his brother. “He takes Viagra so he can go at this all day but I promise you’ll be home by two,” he breathed into my ear.
He turned me around to face him and pushed me slowly onto my back though instead of lying on the bed, I was on top of Severin. He worked his cock into my asshole without pretense and shoved his way inside me. The biting pain of being invaded didn’t ever seem to wane as he had no compunction about going at it rough in that tender place of my body.
Rory joined us by sitting at an angle and pressing his cock into my soaking wet pussy at the same time. I had never been part of a threesome let alone one where double penetration occurred. Sure, I’d seen it in porn films but I was naïve enough to think most people didn’t bother to practice it off camera and in real life.
Unlike the adult movies I’d witnessed, their movements were coordinated and they whispered back and forth to each other in German. Rory smoothed my hair out of my face and kissed me passionately, his tongue seeking my own out and I sighed as I tried to get use to having two men fucking me at the same time.
I could say without a doubt this had been one of the hardest and most humiliating positions I had ever been in because I didn’t know what to expect but I didn’t feel the least bit liberated, only degraded and reduced to some kind of human object with three holes and nothing else. My mind, my heart and my soul didn’t matter and all the education I had counted even less. They weren’t interested in what was between my ears but what I could do for them sexually.
Sometime during the act, we changed positions and I finally did get the chance to suck Rory’s cock in slow, languid strokes while he moaned out his pleasure. Severin took the opportunity to apply more lube before he assaulted me again anally. I was coming to the swift and firm conclusion he found vaginal sex distasteful—at least with me—and had no need to practice it in order to get off. In fact, he needed to possess me from the back to feel any pleasure at all.
“Fuck, your asshole is so tight. Were you a virgin ‘back there’ before Rory introduced you to our life of deviant debauchery? I can hardly imagine Grayson ramming you in the backdoor,” Severin explained in a cold voice.
I stopped licking up and down Rory’s cock as I replied, “That is none of your business.”
“None of my business? Are you serious or just plain deluded? You’ve got brass nerves of steel—you know that? You have an ass and a mouthful of cock yet you are under some false impression you are running things around here when the reality of the situation is you aren’t running anything but your mouth.”
“Stop it, Seven,” Rory warned.
Apparently, he wasn’t too impressed by his brother’s tone because he thrust into me hard and deep, over and over, with more than enough fierce sexual energy as our damp skin made a slapping sound against one another’s. He pulled out and came all over my back side before he got off the bed and slammed his way out of the suite.
I finished servicing Rory and he moaned as I brought him to orgasm. He stood and walked into the bathroom before he came back with a hand towel and wiped my buttocks gently with the damp cloth.
I collapsed into his arms shortly afterward and he held me to him in a protective manner.
“Is that your way of saying good bye? Sharing me with your brother that is?”
He caressed my hair before he kissed my brow. “No, actually, that wasn’t the plan. I awoke early, took a shower and went into town. I stopped by the local bakery and picked up some coffee along with all the trimmings for a nice barbeque out by the pool before I drove you back to the city late this afternoon.
“When I arrived, I
saw his silver Range Rover parked in the garage and I only hoped he hadn’t hurt you. He was in a foul mood—I could tell as much from the way he spoke to you. He begrudged me in German for not sharing my ‘new toy.’ When I responded you were neither a toy, nor did you belong to me, his anger only increased. I’m afraid he took all his aggression and frustration out on you. For that, I apologize.”
I stared into Rory’s intriguing blue-green eyes. “What ever gave him the impression it would be all right for him to sexually possess me? Did he play around with Trésor too and pretend to be you? Did he think he owned a part of her and was due adequate compensation by using me? Help me understand what is going on here.”
“Nothing about Severin is neatly put into a box to understand, Aurélie. Hell, he is my identical twin and I don’t even completely comprehend his actions—not all the time. I think he is suffering from burnout to be honest. He’s done some of the most depraved and extreme acts the lifestyle has had to offer but like everything else, it can get boring. I can only thank some small part of his functioning morale that still exists he hasn’t commissioned a snuff film. Usually when members of our community . . . snap . . . the consequences are great for everyone involved.”
Rory sighed with hollow resignation. “I’m sorry but I saw no other choice. If sharing you pulled him back from the precipice then I was happy to do it but that doesn’t mean I wanted to do it. In some small way you will never understand, you are mine and although I have no right to declare ownership over any part of you, I am still overly protective of you and I will defend you at all costs.”
I don’t know why but I leaned over and kissed Rory’s mouth. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Everything. That whole situation could have turned so ugly and although it wasn’t exactly pretty, I never felt unsafe because you were here.” I lay my face against his chest and inhaled his scent. “I must sound absolutely certifiable. I have never done anything like that and I don’t think I want to do it again but…promise me, you won’t ever put me in a position where I have no choice.”
