by Lia Davis
“What are we seeing?” I asked, trying to keep a sense of sanity. If I didn’t think of something soon, I would go crazy.
“Carmen,” Jacob said. “Many call it the sexiest opera in existence.”
“Forget the opera,” Jon said. “Sexy is sitting right next to us.”
Jacob shot him an annoyed look. “Opera should never be forgotten, but I agree with you about our gorgeous companion here.”
He squeezed my knee, and I shuddered.
The lights dimmed and applause filled the auditorium. Spotlights shined on the orchestra and music followed. Horns, strings, and cymbals collided to make a sound that radiated through me. It aided in the manual ministrations and attentions I received from the brothers.
Jon held my hand while his brother stroked my knee. Even through the thin material of the dress, I could feel both of them scorching my skin.
I shifted in my seat from the overwhelming sensations rippling through my body. Did they know what they were doing to me?
Jacob leaned back and whispered into my ear, “This song is called ‘Habanera.’ Close your eyes, my dear, and tell me what you feel.”
I obeyed and focused in on the music. The loud clashes and highs vibrated through me. It floated through the air and came from every direction.
“It excites me,” I said. “Everything sounds so passionate.”
My eyes stayed closed as I felt my dress slide up my legs. Air rushed over the exposed part of me.
A hand slid up my thigh. I didn’t need to look to see it was still Jacob.
“And now what do you feel?”
I bit my lip to suppress a moan.
Jon nuzzled my neck. “Don’t hold back, Sandy. Tell us.”
“Your touch makes the music come alive,” I said. “I feel so alive.”
Jacob’s finger found my opening and entered me. “Keep going,” he said. “What else?”
I threw my head back against my seat and focused on the combination of sound and touch.
Then the music shifted. A woman’s voice belted out a soprano solo. Her voice merged with what the brothers were doing to my mind and body. Her pitches shifted up and down as Jacob and Jon worked me.
“My skin is vibrating to the sound,” I said. My breathing was picking up tempo with the singing, string plucks, and horn blows.
“And?” Jacob added a second finger and plunged deeper.
I opened my legs wider to give him better access. “Tightness. In my stomach. Bursting to get out.” I couldn’t speak in full sentences anymore. I could feel the orgasm building.
I was the Sims brothers’ instrument, and they were playing me along with the music that backed our actions.
Chapter Eight
My hands found each of their hardness. I gripped them tightly through their strained pants. Jacob growled. Jon panted. I was so close. My orgasm was knocking under the surface, ready to break free.
It was then that the singer hit her high note. It filled the theater with a rumbling sound, and I was right there with her soaring tone.
I sobbed my orgasm, trying to hold back but failing miserably. I shook against the brothers, feeling my body jerk into an uncontrollable oasis. In my bliss, I could feel Jacob and Jon grow harder with each cry I made. I was still whimpering when the audience broke out into applause for the performance.
I couldn’t take in air. The whole place spun around me, and I thought I would pass out from the sensation overtaking my body, a feeling strengthened by opera music and ripples on my skin.
“We need to go home,” Jon said. “Quickly.”
“Agreed,” Jacob said. “I’ll call the car around.”
Before I could recover, Jon pulled me up from my seat and lifted me into his arms. I was too dazed to complain or even focus on my surroundings anymore.
“But the opera,” I said against his neck. “We’ll miss it.” I had gotten used to the music adding to our sensual exploits in the booth. It felt wrong to leave without experiencing all of it.
Jon laughed as he followed Jacob to the elevator. “It doesn’t end well, but at our place, everything will have a satisfying finish.”
“You promise?” I teased. I followed that by nipping at his neck.
“Look who’s playing with fire?” Jon said. “You sure you can keep up, little minx?”
I licked my lips. “I’ve been doing well so far, haven’t I?”
“Oh, you’re definitely ours,” he said before planting a kiss on me.
“Elevator,” Jacob commanded. “Hurry.”
Jacob took only a few strides before we were all back in the elevator. I could feel Jon’s muscles tense under me. I glanced over and saw Jacob was equally as stiff. They were holding back, and it was getting to them. I wanted them to let loose as soon as possible so they could finally take me and confirm that I belonged to them and no one else.
We left the opera hall faster than we arrived, and it still wasn’t quick enough. I had to have them to myself. I wasn’t complete until I felt Jacob and Jon everywhere. On me, inside me, anywhere they wanted to go, I was willing to take them.
When we got in the car, Jon sat next to me but Jacob sat across from us on the opposite side. It felt weird not having him near me too, but I didn’t argue. His eyes stayed on me the entire time, though, and it was making me hornier than a wildcat in heat.
Jon nibbled at my ear. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you all night.” He cupped my breast with one hand and massaged me over the soft material. “Did you follow all of our directions?”
I rocked into his grip. “What?” I couldn’t think properly.
“Did you use the toys we sent you?”
“Yes,” I said between breaths. “I did everything you said.”
“Everything?” Jacob asked. “Even withhold from coming?”
I tensed up and met Jacob’s stern stare. Oh, shit. I had forgotten about that part.
They had told me to use the golden sex toys they delivered to my apartment. There was a small one for my ass and larger size for my pussy. I got carried away fantasizing about them and lost myself to one of the most powerful orgasms I ever had alone. I followed all their instructions, every last one. Except for holding back from coming.
“Well, Sandy?” Jon said. His voice carried a chuckle with it as if he already knew what my answer would be. “Did you come without our permission?”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I couldn’t stop myself. It felt too good.”
“I know, sweetness,” Jon said. “But we have to punish you.” He kissed me on the mouth and drew it out so I longed to follow him when he pulled back.
He slid back on his side of the seat, leaving me untouched and unsatisfied.
I went from having him all over me to nothing. Immediately, I craved their caresses, their nearness. Then I realized what was happening.
“You’re punishing me by not touching me, aren’t you?” I asked.
“That isn’t your punishment,” Jacob said. “But you don’t get to be touched again until we reach our destination. Call it a form of pleasure enhancement. We’re resisting so it can be that much more powerful later. You’ll see.”
I didn’t want to wait and see. Instead, I wanted to complain. I started to do just that, but I closed my mouth after a dark look covered Jacob’s face. I had to wait if that’s what they desired. It may not have been intended to be a punishment, but it felt like something damn close.
Pleasure enhancement my ass. How could the brothers not touching me add to any kind pleasure? Maybe I was acting like a spoiled child, but I wanted the driver to hurry up. Patience was not a strong attribute for me, and this ride was turning into torture. Not the good kind.
I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away from them.
“I think she’s upset, Jacob,” Jon said.
“Good,” Jacob said. “That means she’s learning what we say goes.”
I turned and gave him the hardest stare I could, but he didn’t fli
nch.
“It also means she’ll be that much more of a challenge when we take her,” he said.
“Is he right?” Jon asked me. “Are you going to make it hard for us to fuck you, sweetness?”
The combination of honeyed and harsh words coming from his lips made me clench my thighs together and close my eyes. I was mad at them, but that anger was turning into something much more primal and all sex.
We came to a stop outside a large gated property. Jacob pressed something on his phone, and the gates opened for us.
I’d always dreamed what the Sims mansion looked like, and my ideas were nothing close to reality.
The three-story estate loomed in the distance. It looked more like a huge Italian villa than a residence outside of Chicago. Warm lighting and numerous windows made the place seem comforting and inviting. Bushes filled with multi-colored flowers lined the driveway as we moved closer.
“What do you think of our little hideaway?” Jon asked.
I chuckled. “For one thing, it’s not little. It’s huge.”
Jon leaned into me. “Just what every guy wants to hear.” He ran his fingers up my arm, giving me goose bumps that made my pussy tighten.
“Does this mean you’re touching me again?” I asked.
“I don’t think I can ever go long without touching your luscious skin, Sandy.” He started to kiss me again.
“I think we should take this inside,” Jacob said.
The driver opened the door at that moment, keeping Jon from doing anything more.
Jacob exited the limo first and held his hand out for me. I shuffled out of the car, trying not to tumble over my dress. I didn’t have time to find my balance when I got out because Jacob lifted me up.
“I think it’s time I get the same honor, don’t you?” he said. He stared at me for what seemed like forever before I could speak.
“Only seems fair,” I said. I didn’t try to conceal the smile that was growing on my face. I had forgotten how irritated I was at them. They had that effect on me.
Jon led the way to the front door and opened it for us.
I watched over Jacob’s shoulder as the limo pulled off and disappeared into the night.
There were only moments for me to appreciate the marble foyer and bright abstract paintings hanging on the walls as the brothers bounded the stairs with me in hand.
“My room?” Jon asked.
“I’m the oldest,” Jacob said, “so my side.”
Jon scoffed. “Fine, but tomorrow night I want her in my bed.”
“I have no objections to that,” Jacob said. “Do you, Sandy?”
I shook my head and grinned at their little fight over me, happy to finally be alone with them. I didn’t care where they took me as long as they took me there as soon as humanly possible.
Chapter Nine
Jacob’s room had a large king-sized bed with wooden posts on the frame at the end and foot. A sitting area was off to the side next to mini-bar. He sat me down in the middle of the room so I stood alone.
Jon sat on the bed while Jacob went to the liquor bar that stood to the side of his room. I heard glass clinking followed by liquid splashing into the glass. When he was done, he took his drink to a leather chair and sat, watching me closely.
I could feel both of their eyes lingering over every part of me. It made my pussy dampen again. They needed to fuck me, immediately, which meant I had to take the initiative to get what I craved from them.
Without being asked, I pulled the straps down over my shoulders and allowed the dress to fall into a heap at my feet. I was bare for both of them to see, and I could hear their grunts and gasps at my appearance. It made me even hornier to watch how I impacted them.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing that,” Jon said. “Come here, Sandy.” He beckoned me to him.
I obeyed and walked right up to where he sat on the bed. I had no warning as he pulled me close, lifted me off my feet, and bent me over his knees.
“What are you doing?” I complained. I struggled in his grip.
“The more you struggle, the harder you’re going to make this on yourself,” he said.
I stopped my frantic movements and brought them down to a few wiggles. I’d never been thrown over someone’s knee before. It was odd. Since it was also Jon, the position was utterly erotic. I could feel his pants rubbing against my belly and pussy. The more I moved, the better it felt.
Jon held me tighter to keep me from grinding on his legs. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sandy. Are you trying to get off while I’m punishing you?”
“No,” I said. Even to me, my voice sounded whiny.
“No lying. Remember?”
“I’m not trying to, but it feels so good, Jon.” I tried to hold still. “I can’t help it.”
Slap! Jon’s hand came down hard on my ass.
“Ow!” I squirmed even more. “That hurts.” I was missing the nice spankings he gave me in their office the day before.
“Punishment isn’t meant to be pleasant,” he said. He brought his hand down on the other cheek. Slap!
I looked to Jacob for help, but he sat in the chair with one leg crossed over his knee and a glass of amber alcohol in his hand. He simply watched us and made no move to come over.
I didn’t need to try to ask him. I knew they would both side with each other if I argued against my punishment. Like Jacob said, I’d made my decision, and I was theirs to do with what they pleased. No turning back.
I closed my eyes expecting another hard slap. Instead, Jon gently caressed my ass. His soft ministrations soothed the stinging on my cheeks.
“You have the loveliest ass I’ve ever seen,” Jon said. “Nice and thick for my hand. It brightens up well for me too.”
Another spank came, but this time it was softer. It still had a sting, but it contained an edge of something else, something softer and stimulating.
Before I could think about it, I felt moisture gather between my legs just in time for another slap. My mind was telling me that this was degrading and that I should be insulted sprawled out all vulnerable and over a man’s knee. I was, after all, a grown woman.
My body, on the other hand, was getting excited. I couldn’t control the sexual feelings that surfaced.
“What’s this?” Jon said. He slid his hand to the opening of my pussy, and I moaned. “Are you getting excited from your punishment, Sandy?”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to.”
“You should be sorry,” he said. “You naughty girl.”
I felt his fingers slip inside of me, and I rocked back to meet his sweet intrusion. My pussy lubricated his entry as his fingers slid back and forth, creating a mind-blowing friction.
Then he was out of me. Slap!
This time when he hit me, I felt more excitement than pain. I was too horny to care if he did make it burn. Deep down, I knew these men would never hurt me, not truly, so I chose to surrender to their punishment, and that’s when it turned into pure lust.
I thrashed over Jon’s legs from the combinations of his beats and rubs. He would switch those up by sticking his fingers in me, checking my wetness. I couldn’t take the multiple senses that coursed through me. I would combust if he kept going.
He didn’t let up on my ass.
Jon took me to a height of passion that I’d never reached before, where pain and pleasure became one massive entity of sexual fulfillment. I wanted him to keep going and to stop torturing me.
Jon made the decision for me by stopping all of his fondlings.
“Please,” I cried. “More.”
“That’s the agonizing part, isn’t it?” Jacob said from across the room. “Realizing your climax is so close you can taste it only to have it yanked away suddenly.”
“Yes,” I panted. “So close.”
“How badly do you want to come, Sandy?” Jacob asked.
I realized after my bursts of passion that I wanted Jacob to touch me too, but he was so far away. Why didn’t he
come closer? Did he still want me?
“Bad,” I said. “Please.”
“Tell us what you want?” he said leaning over in his seat.
“I want you to touch me, Jacob. Please touch me.” I was breathless from the denied pleasure that was still crawling under my skin. “I need to feel you both on me. In me.”
A small smile curved on Jacob’s face. He sat his drink down and started unbuttoning his shirt. As he undressed, a small patch of hair appeared on his wide chest. I could see the trickles of hair that led into his pants, ones that couldn’t hide the large bulge protruding against the smooth fabric.
In all the flutter of emotions the brothers were giving me, I didn’t realize that I’d never seen them completely undressed. I tasted them, had them fill my mouth with their seed, but I had never truly had the chance to see them naked.
When Jacob removed his shirt, his muscles stood out under his skin. He was built enough to have a strength but not too much to be bulky.
I reveled in his strength and power that seemed to lurk under his surface. It was one of the things that drew me to him from the first time I saw him, and I wanted that power to flow all over me until I cried out his name. He hadn’t touched me as much as Jon had, and that made me long for his closeness even more.
“Lie down on the bed,” Jacob commanded.
I crawled away from Jon’s lap and moved to the head of the large bed. When I settled down on my back, I noticed that Jon handed Jacob his black silk tie.
“Lift your arms up over your head,” Jacob said. “Get them nice and high for us.”
Jacob reached over me and tied my hands to the wooden headboard bars. He made it taught enough to keep me from breaking free but not so tight that it hurt.
I pulled against the restraints, testing them. I couldn’t go anywhere.
“Look at her, Jon,” Jacob said. “She’s like a feast all spread out for us.”
“A delicious meal indeed,” Jon said. He removed his shirt as he moved to the other side of the bed. He wasn’t as muscular as Jacob, but he was still toned. His body was leaner with more soft edges and less hair, but he had his own happy trail that disappeared into his pants. He leaned over to remove those next.
