by Lucia Jordan
She’d never felt anything like this before. Not with anyone else. But there was a familiarity about Alec, just as with Tristan; a certain resonance. It caused her imagination to expand till it swarmed moistly at her thighs, reaching past the ache in her lower belly and sending a shiver up her spine. She flushed deeply, conjuring countless images of her own bondage and what could take place with her in this vulnerable position.
“Alec…”
“Ssh,” he said softly, following that with just his fingertips grazing over her jutting nipples, brought into more relief by her arms bound above her head. Rebecca felt jolted as if by a Taser and her back arched, a gasp escaping her.
“You know we won’t hurt you. Deep down, you know this is going to feel as good or bad as we want it to,” Alec told her huskily.
Fuck. Rebecca closed her eyes tightly shut against Alec’s words, as if that would help. Yet her awareness of sensation was heightened by the loss of sight. Even her hearing felt sharpened, acute. This was the worst torture of all; being kept in the dark and at another’s mercy.
Suddenly, Rebecca was scared how wet Alec was going to find her if he chose to touch her pussy.
But he didn’t, not then.
It was at that moment she heard a sound on her left and her head whipped in that direction, realizing it was the sound of someone settling into a chair.
“Relax, beautiful,” Tristan’s voice said from a close distance, his tone husky and hypnotic; almost tangible in her sightless state. “I’m quite happy to simply watch – for now.”
Rebecca didn’t think it possible to feel hotter, or wetter knowing Tristan would be witnessing every moment. Playing voyeur while his brother had his wicked way with her helpless body.
She had no time to dwell on the kinkiness of the whole scenario; which was nothing like she’d ever experienced before.
The next moment, Alec’s hands fell heavily on her breasts, seizing them.
She whimpered at his sure, claiming touch on the defenseless mounds. Heard him tell her how much he loved them; how firm yet soft and bouncy they were, and how juicy looking were her nipples. “I can just imagine little clothespins, fastened to these sexy pink nubs,” he said huskily. “And how much they’d make you squirm.”
“No, please…,” Rebecca gasped in instant denial. She didn’t fuck around with real pain. It wasn’t her thing at all. But there was no true conviction in her refusal. And she was sure Alec knew this.
As his next words proved, even as he chuckled softly. “One rule of this game, Rebecca; no usually means yes. So if there’s really anything that happens you really want to put a stop to, you’ll have to use a safe word. Something simple you can remember. Can you think of anything?”
As if thinking was possible at a time like this. Yet somehow, Rebecca got her mind to work. She couldn’t believe she was going along with this. Was there something twisted inside her? Had Alec and Tristan somehow seen this potential in her when they’d met her in that crowded bar earlier that night?
It felt like ages ago now. But it was barely a few hours since then. And almost a lifetime of thrills had passed, leaving little breadcrumbs, like hyperlinks in a trail leading to a new page of ecstasy.
The moment she provided a safe word, Rebecca knew that would be her way of consenting to what was happening. Being tied up and blindfolded without her permission, on the first night of their meeting should have scared her out of her wits. Strangely, it didn’t.
Instead, there was that spiciness on the tip of her tongue; that sense of a sweet, hot danger. That was when she said that one word to set it all in motion, like an arrow once released and could never to be recalled.
“Ginger.”
*
Alec’s lips navigated a tender path across the ticking pulse at her temple, over the edge of her jawline to her lips, where he pressed silence upon them. With that kiss Alec stole away her breath and any last thought of protest.
To Rebecca, her naked body felt more exposed than nudity usually allowed, and all because of this new dynamic; the restraints, the blindfold. The captivity and the darkness. Being watched by the other person in the room; knowing it was impossible to conceal any of her secrets. Exhibited and on display.
Rebecca shivered slightly, and sighed against Alec’s lips. She was ready.
Those hands on her breasts, first so possessive, now became punishing. With their lips merged moistly, Alec busied himself turning her nipples into two points of an agonized nerve center. He pinched them both in each thumb and index finger, then twisted, and pulled. And pinched even harder.
Shit! The pain; oh the sweet pain, thought Rebecca as she whimpered at the unholy and tenderly cruel assault. She cried out as the sting intensified from an even fiercer tug of his fingers. A moan, a sob.
“I have no language to describe your beauty right now,” Alec whispered against her lips, parted wide in tormented pleasure. “These gorgeous nipples, hard and hungry between my fingers. The innocence of your face creasing with impure pleasure from the pain. You like this, the way it feels?” He twisted again at her nipples, so roughly her areoles felt stretched out completely from their base.
Rebecca couldn’t lie. “Yessss,” came out in a long, teeth-grinding hiss.
She could almost hear his smile as he said, “So rare. So exotic and precious. You are utterly unique, Rebecca. I think Tristan and I knew this from the very first moment you turned around and we saw you.”
“We certainly did,” Tristan agreed, voice slightly hoarse and she could almost actually sense his gaze, hungry and intense.
Alec’s fingers now eased their torment, smoothing over her nipples in delicious, delicate and dangerous circles. Caressing and soothing; relishing. And so began a checkered dance of pain and pleasure, good and bad, soft and hard. Nice and wicked.
Alec’s mouth took the place of his fingers on her nipples, and for some moments it was a burning bliss. Hot, hungry nursing, tongue lapping sensuously. Then teeth biting, nipping with a savage enticement. Rebecca’s loud moans stretched out in the silence of the room, her limbs straining against her bonds.
She cried out his name, begged and pleaded. But never used the safe word “Ginger”. She wasn’t ready to be safe just yet. She wanted more of this sultry, velvet, dark decadence of Alec’s dominance of her body and mind. She felt wet, hot, cold, on fire - all at once.
Her nerve endings never felt more alive and electric. In the shadows of her vision, pleasure-pain popped in vivid colors.
Despite their punishment her nipples hardened increasingly. In those moments both beaded nubs became the nucleus of sensation, sending a comet of heat traveling down to the hungry wetness between her parted thighs.
Alec lifted his mouth from her breasts, every square inch now swollen and tender. Rebecca wished she could see him, watch his handsome face to know how pleased her body, her powerlessness made him. But then she felt glad, even comfortable in the knowledge that she could never be sure what next.
In the quiet that followed, she heard the distinct clink of metal telling her Alec was undoing his belt; her thoughts confirmed when she picked up the next sound of his zipper sliding down in the silence of the room.
Just like that, her arousal level ratcheted up in magnitude. Naked and bound and blindfolded, she’d been touched and fondled; primed to ignite.
Now Alec wanted more.
And Rebecca wanted what he wanted. Her tongue ran seductively over her upper lip. She hoped he saw that. He did.
“I know you’re hungry. So am I, beautiful. Hungry to feed you,” he said huskily. Rebecca heard him step closer and she felt the head of his cock, turgid and hot, brush across her cheek. She gasped, and the next second the mushroom tip pressed against her eager lips. Her lips immediately parted as Alec’s thickness pushed in without preamble.
There was no time to prepare herself, that deliciously rock-hard cock ramming to the back of her throat. Alec backed off slightly just as her gag reflex triggered, allowing
a deep swallow of air before he pushed forward again.
The way he gripped her hair. The taste of him; the silky smooth flesh-on-steel. That lingering scent of soap and musk. Alec, holding himself deep and then pulling back until just the tip remained warm and wet within her aching lips. And then he began moving again, fucking her mouth with that powerful cock in a steady, even yet rough rhythm. She loved how it made her feel, one hand on her scalp steering her movements.
Above all was the intensity of his thrusts, the wet squelching sounds from her mouth that sent the saliva trickling down her chin…By this time Rebecca lost sense of how long Alec used her mouth, and even as her eyes watered beneath the blindfold she never imagined an end to the thrill, the wild escape.
Lost in her dark world, Rebecca gave in to the conscious yielding up of her sexual free will to serve another. The overwhelming desire to submit came from the soul. She felt enlightened, aroused and deeply fulfilled even without being yet satisfied.
The rising, gratifying groan that filled the air could have come from Alec, or her. Maybe even Tristan from his position as avid observer. Rebecca could no longer tell the difference. All she became aware of was the desire to please, and to fulfil her own needs, brought about by an understanding of them who would master her.
Just when she least expected him to, Alec tugged her mouth off him, pulling that delicious cock out of reach.
Gasping, Rebecca fought to get her bearings but she was too steeped in the disorientating darkness of the blindfold. When she felt Alec’s hands skim her breasts once again, her whole body arched in response and then slowly, lay back unto the pillows once more as his touch came soft and teasing.
“That right; relax so I can pleasure this beautiful body my way,” said Alec. Rebecca shivered, fists clenching reactively in their binding cuffs as she felt Alec stretch out beside her.
“Mmmhmm, these nipples look so hard and in need of some extra attention. Or what do you think, Tristan?” she heard Alec say as an aside to his brother and Rebecca’s body flushed more deeply. For a moment she’d allowed Tristan’s presence slip from her mind, but now his answering growl gave her a vision of how affected he was by the scene undoubtedly before him.
“I’m thinking you’re right, and how much I want to be in your shoes right now,” Tristan rasped.
“Soon, brother,” Alec said with a low, rough chuckle. “I’m far from done with our sexy little toy.”
The strangest things happened to Rebecca’s pussy at Alec’s deeply rumbled words. His fingers plucked tightly on one nipple as he whispered softly in her ear, “That’s what you are, aren’t you. Our beautiful, willing plaything. To be savored till we’ve had our fill. And you’ll love every minute of it.”
She supposed that was exactly what she would do. Mired in her shamed lust, it excited her to be whatever they wished her to be. Sex toy. Plaything. Rebecca had never imagined how carnally empowering it would feel to be simply an object of desire for two dominantly sexy males. She felt that dominance in the way Alec crushed his lips to hers then, demanding her surrender. Whimpers burst from her lips as he broke the kiss to trail that warm silken mouth down her arched throat to her breasts.
First she felt his warm breath and then came the wetness of his mouth around her stiff nipple.
Rebecca let out a moan of pleasure, as her body felt immersed in a vat of warm chocolate. “Alec…”
“I love the way you say my name. And the way you taste; here…,” Alec rasped, twirling her nipple with his tongue, before shifting downwards to her pussy where his hand began to explore the puffy folds, “And definitely here.”
With that he parted her pussy lips with his fingers and began to lap at her slit.
Alec licking at her pussy had Rebecca freezing for the first few moments in shock at how incredible it felt. Then her hips began to writhe and buck with a wanton rhythm, as sounds she almost couldn’t believe were from her kept spilling out of her lips.
Alec’s tongue on her clit, on her labia, and then inside, edging her walls, driving her to the verge of ecstasy…Rebecca was helpless to do more than take it; take all the pleasure even as it threatened to demolish her where she lay tied and blindfolded.
Now one with the darkness enclosing her, Rebecca noted the difference it made to every sensation. Every jab and slash of Alec’s tongue against the sensitive nerve endings at her vagina felt amplified countless times by the deprivation of sight.
Rebecca had never imagined how intense this would feel, or she’d have tried it before. The element of leaving her body to the manipulations of a dominant, skilled lover gave the highest thrill and she never wanted this to end; not until she’d reached the ultimate peak.
She heard her own breath rise fast and quick, and she couldn’t keep from shaking. Alec had crooked a finger into her cunt while sucking on her clit. Game over. He unlocked her orgasm like it was spring-loaded.
Rebecca’s spine arched, her body thrusting out as her thighs convulsed uncontrollably. She tried to hold back; but her gibbering screams and jolting pelvis were impossible to curb. She erupted, body bucking as if electrically charged.
Still Alec went on, as his tongue kept going against her clit while his inserted finger pumped deeply within her jetting pussy.
Rebecca gasped, feeling her cum dribble down to her crack. “God, Alec! Please…stop. I’m going crazy,” she panted. “I can’t take it.”
“Yes you can,” he said thickly, lips plucking at the swollen lips of her pussy and the hooded enclave of her clit. “I think you’ve got one more in you. Just one more, Rebecca.”
Rebecca literally couldn’t breathe. She felt close to blacking out, the pleasure almost reaching a screeching, torturous crescendo. She’d been so sure she couldn’t bear any more of this. But that was before Alec began to rim her crack with his thumb, which he then slowly pushed in using just the slippery juices from her sopped pussy.
Her breath sawed in and out of her chest at the sensation. Every uncertainty collapsed. She simply now wished her hands free to shove his face deeper into her throbbing cunt. Out of nowhere, words she hadn’t even thought out before saying now spilled from her panting lips.
“Oh shit that feels so good Alec. You’re going to make me cum so hard for you. Mmmm…,” she moaned.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it baby,” Alec urged, tongue licking away at her clit while that naughty thumb pushed in and out of her forbidden hole. “Give me everything you have. Don’t you dare hold back.”
Rebecca daren’t even if she could. What with Alec’s lips mounted on her pussy hole at the same time he had his thumb plugging her ass, all her brain registered was the orgasm threatening to crash into her again.
Wispy lights filled her blindfolded vision. So soon after her first hip-thrashing orgasm, the next was waiting to suck her in, the same way Alec sucked ravenously on her clit. He lifted his mouth long enough to order her to come again. “Do it, Rebecca. Let me taste your sweet juices on my tongue. I want every drop. Now.”
“Oh….oooooh!” Rebecca cried out amidst other grunting noises no words could define. Her back was arched as far as it could even with the cuffs holding her down. In the distance she heard Alec’s muffled voice demands for her to squirt into his mouth. Shockingly, that was exactly what she did, body acting on command.
She came so hard that her face went numb, while her limbs quivered as cum jetted from her slit. Sounds of Tristan’s tortured groans came from his corner of the bedroom, and it intensified her climax just knowing he was still very much a rapt observer. Also, Alec consuming her moisture like a tasty treat blew her mind, his deep growls of approval echoing against her sex.
As her last scream died out Rebecca fell back on the sheets, limp and sweaty. Her heart pounded as she tried to regain control while tears of bliss streamed from beneath the blindfold. Between her legs an immense tingle took over and it was like she’d been given the ultimate drug. Perhaps even a taste of paradise.
All she could manage was
to keep gasping out the words Oh my God over and over - even when Alec lifted his mouth from her pulsating vagina to her wheezy mouth. He caught her soft, awed whispers into his lips, hands cradling both sides of her face.
Sharing her slick, warm essence with him was the most intimate, most exhilarating ambrosia ever. His gentle murmurs of praise melted her to pieces and she clung to his lips like to a lifeline, her body molding itself against his as she strained at her binds.
Too quickly, Alec released her mouth and dimly, she heard him say, “You are so beautiful.”
Rebecca blushed, yet felt heedless of her nudity or even the lack of sight as she undulated beneath him. “That was…hmmm. I have no words. All I know is; I like this game. A lot.”
Rebecca swore she heard Tristan chuckle, and sure enough he said, “We knew you would.”
Alec’s own soft laugh was filled with amusement, the sound reverberating in the air, making it crackle with a shift from calm to danger. Rebecca’s breath caught, her body stilling as she felt Alec’s hand slide down her waist to grip her hip. “Think you’re ready for more?” he asked huskily.
It was then she became truly aware of each hard slope of muscle that rubbed against her; Alec’s naked form formidable to the touch even though she couldn’t see him. Thankfully she had photographic memory and could picture his broad build, with the vibrant muscles of a Greek god, all golden and edible.
Words failed her as she heard the sound of a condom wrapper breaking. She swallowed, heartbeat reaching the tempo of an endless drumroll.
“Or maybe you’ve had enough?” Alec teased, just as she felt his hand go to each of her feet, freeing her from the ankle cuffs.
Rebecca’s pussy felt swollen with greed; that hollow sensation widening in a relentless desire that awaited Alec’s cock to fill it. All the heat and moisture in her body seemed to pool between her thighs at the thought of Alec driving his maleness deep inside her once again.
